
Besides, for interrupting his comfortable life back on Earth, Adam felt the Klin owed him — a lot.
Chapter Three
Giodol felt good being back on his ship. It had been sixty-four days since he had last come aboard. With his duties as the Interim-Overlord of Sector 17, he barely had enough time for adequate sleep periods, much less to leave the planet and travel up to his flagship, in orbit around Melfora Lum. In fact, he still wore the light-green mane of a Guard, rather than the blue of an Overlord. He had not even had time to display the privileges of rank.
The duties of Overlord were well above his training and abilities. He knew it, as did most of the others who had to deal with him on a regular basis. This included his two Junior Counselors.
With Juirean society so rigid and planned, it was very rare for a Guard, such as himself, to be elevated to the rank of Overlord. From the earliest age, all Juirean males were screened and analyzed to determine their best role in the society, based upon aptitude, intelligence and physical abilities. They would then spend their early, formative years, studying for that role exclusively. Since before he could remember, Giodol had been trained as a Guard, not as an Overlord.
The Guards were the soldiers, the backbone of The Expansion, manning the fleets and the ground forces, and doing the bidding of Counselors and Overlords, as well as the ultimate wishes of the Elites. They were the order-keepers of The Expansion.
Giodol had been perfectly content with this arrangement and quite proud of his life-long role and accomplishments. He was now an elder Juirean, nearing 173 standard years in age, and he had spent the majority of that time aboard starships. Before the unfortunate incident with the derelict Klin spaceship, Giodol had been a Fleet Commander, a glorious, if slightly misleading title for the head of the 16-ship Juirean contingent in Sector 17 — commonly referred to as The Fringe. It was a hapless assignment, and one only a Juirean nearing the twilight of his career would even covet. Nothing ever happened in The Fringe. It was a slow and boring existence. But Giodol had been okay with that.
