Ruminations 0911.28

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With a shimmer, the boarding party materialized in the Firebrand's transporter room. Almost immediately, Audraya was assaulted by the smells of the slaver's atmosphere. Exotic spices and perfumes, leather and silk, even the subdued lighting pulled her back into her subconscious...and her past.

 

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20 years ago

MS Audacious

Out on the Rim

 

A 16 year old Audraya was lying prone on her cot, her sister placing medicated dressings on her latest wounds. "Audraya, why do you resist? It's not our way, sister."

 

"I know Bran, but I don't want to be used that way...I don't want to be passed around from male to male like a bottle of bloodwine or Rihan ale." She flinched as a cold compress was placed against a particularly nasty welt.

 

"And they'll continue to whip you, Audraya, Morohtar especially. Please, for my piece of mind sister, do not res..." Branwen paused, as their brother walked past what was their quarters.

 

Morohtar and several Fleet officers walked past. One, wearing lieutenant commander stripes gold command shirt paused and looked in, before hurrying along. "I think he liked you, Raya."

 

"Not bloody likely," Audraya replied.

 

"But they've got a great career, lots of available money, and not always married."

 

As Audraya turned around and gave her sister the evil eye, Morohtar and the lieutenant commander walked back into the slave quarters. "Audraya," her brother called, "you're out of my hair. Commander Wesley here just signed your papers. Pack up and get off my ship."

 

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Squaring her shoulders, Audraya looked at the boarding party. "Phasers on stun. If they surrender, give them quarter. If they resist, you may subdue. I want prisoners."