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Bound in Chain, Part 3

An hour later she’d been bathed, dressed in a flowing dark blue dress, flown in a land ship, and taken up an elevator to a penthouse.  As the slick doors soundlessly opened the slave master shoved her forward.  She tried to gain her steps but her bad leg slide out from her.  A cry echoed against the glass and steel entry way as deformed leg twisted under her.

Two Alaget males reached down and pulled her up.  One lifted her into his massive arms and the other opened the door.  “Suell, she’s here.”  The man’s voice rumbled against her side.

He stepped from a door still wearing the black suit from earlier.  “They took their time.  Why are you carrying her?”  Those gray eyes started to take on a red tinge.

“Slave master shoved her.  Her body isn’t strong on the right side.”  He motioned to her disfigured body.   “You said to make sure we reduced her discomforts.”

Suell gave a tight nod the red fading.  “Neela, when do you want to start your training? Would you ready for it tonight, or would tomorrow be better.”

She blinked several times. “I don’t understand.  Are you giving me a choice?  You brought me, High Lord Suell. You may do whatever you want.”

He ran the shockingly blue hand through the mass of white.  “I brought your services.   In that I had no choice, but I will not treat you like filth.  Anyone who does so is merely someone covering their inadequacies.”  Those gray eyes looked into hers for the first time.  “We need to talk.  Are you hungry?”

Neela felt herself almost annoyed at him.  Truly, she was grateful to not be a mere chattel, to be beaten when convenient.  But, she had already resolved herself to that life.  It seemed she needed to realign her thinking once again.  “No, High Lord Suell, I am fine.”

Suell grunted.  “Put her in office, I’ll be there shortly.”

The man strode forward her legs swinging as they made it down the corridor to another set of doors.  He opened the second one to a sprawling office decorated with potted plants.  The bright blues, greens, yellows, and oranges told her they were probably from Knilt-on, Woellian home world.   He settled her into the heavily cushioned lounge across from the desk.  “Don’t get up.  He’ll be annoyed you didn’t listen to him when gets in here.”  The man left her.

Neela felt relief.  She didn’t know where she stood with these people.  Never before had she’d been this nervous.  She expected to be a slave, but now she wasn’t sure what she was.

Suell walked into her peripheral vision and passed her to sit in the large wood and cloth office chair.  “I’m sure you have questions.”

She suspected this was an opening, but she didn’t know the protocol.  Instead, she bent her head, waiting.

He let out a loud, heavy sigh.  “Ask your questions, please.  Stop standing on ceremony.  I have no patience for it.”

“Well,” She paused, and swallowed hard.  “Are you a half-breed? I mean, I know Woellian fight slavery constantly.”

His whole body flinched.  “Yes, I am.  I’m also an eiaa.  So, I don’t share their views on things.”

Eiaa, doesn’t that mean stupid, worthless idiot.”  Neela pale brow wrinkled up in puzzlement.

He shook his head.  “Only to an Alaget.  In Wol it is the rank of someone who can’t connect to the mind of the leader females.  If you can’t connect you aren’t a Woellian.  As far as they’re concerned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”  She felt bad that he wasn’t a full one race or the other.  And, on top of that he was some reject.

He shrugged, “An old wound.”

“Why did you want me?  You could have hired the services of any guild doctor.  And, you wouldn’t have to swallow the cost of training me either.”  Neela had no illusions that she was anything special.

“All that is true,” Suell waved a hand out.  “However, my noble house often goes on long engagements assisting my grandmother who is the ambassador to Amon.  No guild doctors were willing to be removed off world for any long period of time.  And, Woellian doctors tend to treat flesh wounds too casually and often to lead to unnecessary deaths with my Alaget employees.  And, in all honestly if I train, and pay you a modest salary it works out to very close to what I’d pay for a guild doctor.  I have one on staff due to the militant nature of our work.”

The news was rather startling.  The Nobles’ organizations, regardless of what type, didn’t do anything off world usually.   The political situations had to be watched closely.  One never knew when an ally or enemy would go for the throat.  One of the reasons she feared for her brother.

Suell tapped a data pad a few times.  “It seems you can be scheduled for training sometime tomorrow.”

“Why wouldn’t you make me infertile?”  The question forced its way out of her.  Neela wanted to ask, but had been very afraid.

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Bound in Chain, Part 2

“A doctor,” her father asked his tone full of wonder. “Truly?” His voice a bit muffled against her hair.

She nodded against his chest. “That’s what the SPB told me.” SPB being the Slavery Protection Board.

He pulled back to look at her. “And at least that is one good thing to come out this disaster. Are they going to send you through the slave lines?”

“Yes, I need to be lined up with the rest. They put some restrictions up for me.”  Her hearted ached knowing she was in such a mess.

A whip crack broke her way from her thoughts.  The slave master, however, was yelling at some alien slaves further away. Everyone in her line was for trained slaves, or exceptionally skill ones.   Another master voice spoke from behind.  “A client has asked to see you before the bidding. He may buy you early if any of you strike up his interest.”

Neela hated him.  Only the most powerful nobles would be allowed to check out slaves before bidding.  The man could have whatever he wanted.  A snap of his fingers and it would be his.  Her stomach turned.  She felt sick.

Once she saw him all such feelings faded under utter shock.  He was a Woellian.   Yet, he had to be one of rare half-breeds.  An unheard blending of two species, Alaget and Woellian.   Most children never were born, and only a few were making it to adulthood.   He must be one.  Their race abhorred slavery and often worked to free the Alaget’s fairly gotten slaves.

And, he was even dressed as an Alaget noble.   The form fitting trousers, long mid-calf vest over a tighter shirt was the highest on Alaget fashion.  Woellian only wore the most bizarre of outfits defying any logic.   With the blue skin, gray eye, and white hair he couldn’t be anything else.  He also had that delicacy of feature that no Alaget could have.

“High Lord Suell, this is the subsection you wished to look at. “   The plain dressed slave master seemed nervous, her eyes flicking over the slaves.

Suell gave a very slight frown.  “I have no interest inspecting them.   I told you I wanted to look at the one slated to be trained as doctor.”  His voice icy with utter disdain.  Nothing exceptional in that, Neela thought.  Nobles tended all talk that way with people below them.

Slave master twitched.  “Lord, it is Neela Giy, the fourth one down the row.”

He gave a curt nod and strode down to her.  The gray eyes stopped at each of her disfigurements.   “What is the price on her?”

“The auctioneer was going to start at a thousand ig.”  Slave master bounced from foot to foot.  “But, he didn’t think he get less than two and half thousand.”

Neela tried to keep herself from gasping at the staggering amount.  That equaled her father’s wages in a year.  And ig, intergalactic currency meant off world money could be used.  She knew unguilded doctors were valuable, but this was a shock.

Suell didn’t seem off put by this amount either. “Fine, I’ll pay it.  I don’t want any objections later.  Have her dressed properly delivered to my home.”

“SPB ordered to have her made infertile after the bidding.”  Slaver master tone quavered and her body posture slumped back.

His eyes flashed to red.  Terror ripped into Neela’s gut.  Hunting red, the Alaget called it.  Always a bad sign that Woellian temper had been provoked.  “She never went to the bidding.  Therefore, you can ignore that order.  And, if that is not enough for you, you can ask Alac-Hil-Yil about it.”

Slave master stiffened as her eyes widened.

Neela wished she knew more about Woellian names.  She knew their names function as title, job, and rank.

“I will do as you asked, High Lord Suell.”  Slave master tone dropped to low and rumbled.  “However, expect to be hearing from the SPB about your behavior. “

Suell smiled flashing his too sharp looking teeth.  “I hear your warning.  Do as I ordered.”  He gave Neela a bow and strode away.

Before his back was fully out of view Slave master’s hand crushed her arm.  “Come on.  I need to follow my orders.”   The contained rage of that statement made Neela flinch.

“What’s going to happen to me?”  She whispered.

Slave master shrugged dragging her back toward the containment buildings.  “I don’t know.  And, I don’t care.  He won’t kill you.  The SPB wouldn’t like it.”

Neela didn’t feel reassured he didn’t seem to be worried about what they did and didn’t like.

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Author’s Note –

Okay, fail on my part my beloved blog readers.  This post is extremely late, inexcusable late.  I could blame the holidays, getting new glasses, life etc… However, doesn’t change the fact it was late.  To make up for it, I’ll post next week late Wednesday evening instead.  

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Walking in Shadow, Part 1

The drip, drip of water echoed all around me.  Gulla crawled on her knees slowly in front of me.  The slime, and whatever else was in this tunnel was being ground into my clothes.  “You are certain this the abandoned supply depot?”   Irritation escaped my rigid self control.

A short laugh replied as her eyes glinting in the dark.  Unlike me, she had night vision.  “You keep asking.”

“This tunnel is filthy.  And the last few tunnels did not lead anywhere fruitful.”  This was not the first disgusting tunnel I’d crawled in today.

“I’m more sure about this one, than any of others.” How could her voice should sound so cheery in these surroundings?

I didn’t dignify the words with a reply.  The only sounds were continued dripping of water, and the scrapping of Gulla’s shoes.  She could see in the dark, but I could always move silently.  The darkness began to lighten.  “Please tell me this is a good sign.”

“Oh yeah, it is.”  A grinding noise filled the air as the light blinded me.  “We have arrived.”

My eyes rolled, knowing she was merely being dramatic. From the plans she showed me we still had a long way to go.  The clang of her descending filled my ears as I waited for my eyes to adjust.  “How many obstacles?”

“Oh a few, and probably a few surprises.  That’s how it usually goes.”  There are times I find it strange that Gulla had to laugh in the face of death.  Death did not bother me, but she was reckless to the level of madness.  With a grunt I followed her down the steps clanging far less.

Gulla tapped the bar twice.  This was a signal to stop.  My voice pitched low.  “What is it?”

“Send your mind.” Her voice commanding.

The power contained within flowed outward.  It felt like the shackles on my body were broken.  They were milling bodies warm, and who were exerting a great of the muscle, “Armed, wearing armor, and about twelve of them.”

“Twelve.”  Gulla snorted.  “I thought this was going to be fun.”

“By the Sun, Gulla Valik you are an adult.  Could you feign maturity once?”  Annoyance sparked through.  Immediately, guilt set in. She was extremely mature.  But, her life had been too hard, and to cope she’d put on a laughing facade.

Instead of getting upset at outburst she lifted a brow.  “Did get your nap in today, I know how you old people are without your naps?”

A fought a smile, then laughed.  “I’m sorry.  I‘m dour in my ancient age.”

“How do you want to this?”  She stepped off the ladder into the narrow hallway.

“I’ll walk with the shadows.  How do you want to do this?”  The shadows veiled me as I exerted my will around me. Inky blackness wrapped around me, cool and calming. In truth it did not hide me, it only fooled the eye. Its influence skipped Gulla so she’d know my position.

“I’ll shoot them.  I was able to modify that old shield tech.  It will keep me alive allowing you to slip around the back.”  In her usual way, without waiting, she kicked down the door and started to fire.

Shouts, grunts, and screams of panic, anger, and pain echoed in the hallway.  A few bullets bounced off her shield before she ducked around the door frame.  I made my way around the back, and waited for her reach out and fire once again. As they engaged I sliced across the back of their necks severing their spines.  Four went down before they started to turn.  My hands found one of the bodies jerking it up and using it as a shield.  The bullets pounded into it as Gulla now flanked them, more dying.

The blood pooled under my feet. A close range shot blew my shield and I down.  A blade sliced out cutting off the tip of my finger.  A few more shots.  I heard a curse, and shuffle of feet.  “Gulla kill him, don’t wrestle with him.”

The noise stopped, and the body was thrown off me.  The sparse girl with long brown hair stood in the light covered with blood. “Ko, that guy was heavy.”

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The Rebel’s Rise, Part 8

“We can’t.  We need these weapons.  It is worth our lives, without them we won’t be able fight again, or defend our own base.”  He motioned at me.  “Fire three more bursts then follow me. I found a side path to the cache.”

 

I nodded.  Inwardly, I panicked.  There is no chance we tripped any alarms.  This is a trap, I thought.  The rest of me kept firing, and following orders.

 

Harl made the motion.  A rip toward a grenade from my side I hurled it down the hall, as we turned running down the side passage.  The hallway shook before I heard the boom.  A yank on my arm caused me to stumble.

 

“Are you trying to get us killed?”  There was no real accusation in Harl’s voice.  There was fear.

 

I shook my head.  “No, it’s a trap, Harl.”

 

“I agree.”  Amaria chimed in a gun resting against her side.  “We need to go, if we are going to make it at all.  You’re lucky Vallen knows how to make grenades, otherwise we would be dead already.”

 

A grunt as Harl swept his eyes over who we had left.  Celi was missing, as was one of Harl’s people.  “Amaria keep to the middle, Vallen cover the rear, and I’ll lead.”

 

Sweat dripped down my forehead.  Our progress was slow.  I couldn’t hear anyone coming down this way.  It didn’t make me feel any better.  Most likely they were concerned I had more grenades and were waiting to ambush us up ahead.  My arms, and neck ached with tension.

 

Behind me, I could hear gunfire, and shouts.  “Harl?”

 

“Not us.”  He sounded as tense as me.

 

Jirth’il!” rumbled from Harl.  “Vallen, come here.”

 

I tapped Bara on the shoulder.  “Take over on the back.  Understood?”

 

“Yes, sir.”  He looked pale.

 

I walked over to Harl and I cursed as well.  The hallway was strewn with corpses, at least ten

soldiers lying in their own blood.  A look told me they weren’t rebels.  I noticed a doorway stood open and inside were walls of weapons.  “Is this cache? Is this all the sand for the ambush?”  It didn’t seem like enough to me.  Nobles could be arrogant, but not generally stupid.

 

“No, they took after whoever did this.”  He motioned to footprints in the blood.  “Let’s get the cache. I have to set it up to go down the trash chute across the hall. Someone is down there to pick up.”

 

I didn’t feel like trusting Harl’s judgment since his contact failed this time.  “Who?”

 

Xialo.” I couldn’t object.  A Woellian isn’t an ally who you distrust.  Besides Xialo was a good guy for an eiaa, an abnormal.

 

Harl stood against the door frame.  “Bara, grab as much as you can and send it down the chute.”  I motioned to Harl’s trainee.  “Same for you.”

 

Amaria tilted her head in the direction the Noble’s troops went.  “Whoever they are chasing is frustrating and angering them.”

 

“Who they are chasing?”  Harl barked.

 

The star in her eye expanded outward for a moment, her eyes widening.  “I can’t sense them.  Either they are shielded in some way, or have the mental capability to block me. It seems they are leading them on a merry chase.”

 

Huge crates of weapons, and ammo got dumped into the chute, the two panted from the effort.  Still, the cache’s shelves filled with more.  “We can’t hope it will last. Eventually, they’ll get annoyed enough, or smart enough to come back here.”

 

“I agree, we’ll get a fourth of it at least before we cut out.” A fourth would help us last for months, and it would be more than worth it.

 

Something about Amaria’s posture troubled me.  She seemed either confused, or upset.”What is it?”

 

“They are dying.  Not quickly, but the person they are chasing is killing them.”  Her face scrunched up.  “I can feel their lives being snuffed out.  Whoever is killing them is as efficient as me.”

 

“You’re telling me they are drawing them out to keep them away.  As if they are choosing to keep them distracted.”  The rumble in Harl’s voice seemed as confused as Amaria.  Never before had anyone attempted to help us aside from those already with us.  “If that’s the case, go ‘till half.  Vallen, help them.  Amaria let me know if you sense anyone coming this way.”

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The Rebel’s Rise, Part 6

Harl grunted and crossed his arms.  “Fine, we’ll get started on this project.  Amaria, you’re in charge of it, and the girl.  Vallen, get back to training your troops.  We need that ammo from the depo.  Without it we are going to have to start cabalizing our gear to make weaponry.”

Amaria and I bowed keeping our heads down until Harl stomped off.  We exchanged a look.  Both of us were worried about Harl’s attitude.  To this day, I find it odd I had more in common with an alien than anyone else.

Vallen, do not trouble yourself.  Harl does not like her cavalier attitude.” Amaria fixed a very slight frown at Gulla who only grinned in return.  “Neither do I.  If she ever expects to lead she must behave as an adult, not a rebellious child.”

A sweet delight laugh burst out from Gulla.  “I’m just being myself, Amaria.”

I shook my head.  “I’ll go back to my soldiers.”

***

  A week passed without much change to our routine. Missions happened, people came back injured, and we retrieved supplies.  I walked by the lab occasionally to see Gulla and Amaria.

At the end of the week I attempted to choke down some dry rations. I was relieved when Harl called for a camp meeting.  I trotted over sipping out of my cup.  The first one to arrive as I gazed over the angular, broken landscape.  The remains of old wars.  The Nobles had stopped trying to rebuild the planet, too wrapped up in their own affairs.  In the end, I couldn’t be fully upset, since it kept us hidden.

I heard voices talking behind him as I turned.  Harl, Gulla, and Amaria stood at the center.  Harl motioned to Gulla.

She raised her voice loud enough to nearly echo over the area.  “We have created enough for the serum to enhance all the working soldiers.  However, as we tested we realize it does not activate immediately.  Therefore, we will do it in phases.  General Harl has picked out the first wave and you will report to the lab for your injection and calibration.  Not all the enhancements will take, and they may manifest differently.  Report any reaction to the medical officer or genetics, even if it is minor.”  She paused her dark eyes narrowed, and intense. The strength of her personality struck me, she took after my sister apparently.  “Headaches, rash, food tasting different, anything, understood?” The edge to her words was a command.

A chorus of ‘yes ma’am’ filled the air.

“Do as she says.  Obey.”  Harl slapped his hand onto his palm.  “Go out, the geneticist, will grab the first round.” He waved me over as the crowd dispersed.

I strolled over, taking another sip of water.  “What is it?”

Amaria stepped up beside Harl.  “General.”

Harl’s nostrils flared as Gulla strode up beside him.  “This doesn’t involve you.”

“Oh, I can’t listen?”  How such a sweet-looking thing could come off so demeaning surprised me.

Harl turned his back toward her before talking. “Tonight, I want to hit a military installation with a small team.  I want you and Amaria.  You need to bring two operatives from each of your teams.”

I considered this.  “Why are we going?” Gulla remained quiet and watchful.

“They have high grade explosives, and advanced weaponry.  And from a source I learned they won’t be as guarded because they were diverted to go escort a Noble to another Noble’s estate.”  I knew without asking he would not reveal his source.  Whoever the source was, he used them often and achieved good results.

Amaria’s appearance shifted a bit.  Her skin lightened and her hair darkened to black.  “This seems risky. Perhaps we should have less valuable people on the mission.  The cause could be irrevocably harmed if you and Vallen both died.”

“It’s too dangerous to risk the non-enhanced members.  You are, well, a Star Child, Vallen is a Noble, and I am a former head of a guard.”  Harl ground his jaw together loud enough to be heard. “This will give us a good arsenal.  I have hopes we will be able to duplicate some of it in our lab as well.  Though, it may not be possible.”

With grace, Amaria bowed low.  “It will be done.”  She popped up and headed out.

I nodded. “I’ll get it done.”

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