“He used the key, let’s move in.” Porter ordered one of his many lieutenants.
The “floating planet” that Drake and his crew had seen was Porter’s roaming training facility. This monstrous craft pulled within a few hundred meters of the tiny racecraft, and began pulling it inside with the magnetic beam.
“Two of you come with me,” the colonel commanded at random.
The colonel and two of his lieutenants boarded the race-craft and, when they arrived at the command post, they found a strange being in a space suit, along with an unconscious, but still alive, man.
Porter bent over the unconscious man to observe him then scanned him with some hand held device. After reading the screen on the device, the colonel stomped on Uciferi’s head, with more than enough force to kill him. He then snapped his head, and his squinting gaze, back to Jaws, who was disappearing and reappearing uncontrollably inside his suit.
“Very interesting,” Porter uttered audibly, eyebrows raised. “I could use someone like you … have to do something about that nose, though. We will train you, of course, and feed you, provide you with appropriate clothing, and even some recreation necessities. You will become more than you ever dreamed you could be, if you come with me.” Porter moved towards Jaws swiftly and removed his helmet with one hand, while snatching his nose with the other. “You have two choices … Recruit yourself into the Enntrah dimensional army … or die.”
“I want to join.” Jaws became excited about his prospects when Porter first mentioned his potential, and he was already dreaming wistfully about his new life when his thoughts were erased abruptly in an upsurge of pain.
As soon as the words were out of Jaws’ mouth, Porter reached to his belt for his knife, and cut off the little man’s nose about an inch away from the face. The colonel then pulled out a small pocketbook, ignoring the yells of agony from Jaws, flipped through it, stopped for a moment, then nodded and placed it back in his pocket. The amputated nose lay on the floor, already beginning to shrivel.
“Your name is now Jackson,” Porter exclaimed loudly, so that he could hear over the screaming. “You will only answer to Jackson, and you are to forget everything you have ever known. Your new identity and your new life, start now.”