She should be easy... (part 1)

Posted on Fri Mar 14th, 2014 @ 10:38am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,102 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Fighting Ring.

ON

The unlock of the mechanism that kept the women and others contain unbolt. Spartacus felt a dark aura, she had felt these scum before, well back in her memory, worst than even Ferngi because she could feel them rather than not having their auras and lustful thoughts projected upon her. They had sold her when she became a woman.

Spartacus edged back a little, she could hear the echoes within the auras, black mixed with the pink of great passions; the 'thugs' were going to enjoy the torture they inflict. Spartacus stood tall; glancing to the Commodore she gave a nod.

*Sacrifice your own kind first I guess?* She projected.

"Why you first?" Sam asked her. But there was no time to react or block Spartacus.

The door opened and two very burly Orions with disruptors pointed into the crowd.

"Hey [Gibberish] it is you who will be [More gibberish] taught the lesson of the ring." One pointed the disruptor at Spartacus. "You who Commands, will soon come as well."

Spartacus held her emotion and let the light play with her eyes as only Orion females can. She had them and their kind ingrained in her training.

"Hey you slut whore, it is you who will be made traitorous meat and taught the lesson of the ring." Spartacus understood. "You who Commands, will soon come as well."

Spartacus started to follow with no provocation. "Those have no stun setting." Spartacus noted aloud as she moved.

The guards were practically gloating about what would happen to Spartacus. The images were so vivid that Sam could practically smell the swezt of the combatants. No. Not the arena, she thought. They were ill-prepared to fight. They didn't even know what the rules were.

Sam tried to follow, but a guard blocked her way. "You come soon. Wait now." The sound of more guards coming towards them kept her from trying anything.

The two thugs were on each side of her as she walk in her normal fashion; a slight crosss over modeling herself, she was being put on display and rose to the occasion with her measured strides. She was not hiding any of her endowments even under the fitted uniform as she 'let her hair down' and her heritage of Orion female loose with each glance.

The more she smiled and winked while passing the dregs and scum she gave them a look that was well practiced and almost seemed as though they had caught her interest. Added with her natural psychology it was no wonder the howls and whistled began like a growing off key musical introduction echoing down the hall.

[Arena }

Jek-al was able to get a washing by a lowly slave girl once he had won five victories; the tradition of winning and reward of the kill. That was a few days ago and four fights, he need only this victory to be rewarded with another slave for the night. He had fought those that are larger than him, and now he felt he could beat anyone that came out that opening into the ring.

This is the small ring, bare hands and weapons to slowly beat the enemy into submission before the signal to kill or let live. Only dirt so to absorb the blood of the combatants and save having to clean it up between fights. Jek-el glanced to the sliding plate in the wall of the ring half way between the only two entrances.

The clicking of her heels as she walk towards the brightness of what she knew was a ring of fighting. the stench of blood and the flood of auras all coming like a wall of wemotions that made Spartacus miss a step from the shock of it; the intensity of those wanting horrifying passions and sick ideas of entertainment.

"Move..." The left Thug snapped and pushed her forward.

"Kelvan Seethanahs... [Slimy slugs] Spartacus hissed with a melodious voice and the glare was deadly and alluring at the swame time as she had become rusty in her control of those emotions and ways of using her heritage.

Jek-el saw an Orion Slave Girl... a pretty; bathed and obviously scented in the short skirt. Why they put her in those slinky black leg coverings and heels, was this to be a show of he beats her into submission and gets to have his way... infront of all those here. The being deemed to fight and take her was a new twist.

[Cell]

The door opened again and two large guards entered, pointing their weapons at Sam. She reached out telepathically for Damon, who was still unconscious in the back of the cell. She was sorry he was here, too, but glad he had yet to wake. She had no doubt he would try to keep the guards from taking her, too.

She ruthlessly scanned the minds of the two guards, needing every bit of information she could gather to survive. It wasn't too hard. They had no shielding and were doing nothing to hide what they were thinking -- and the enjoyment they took from the perks of their job. She wouldn't be fighting yet. The guards were taking her to someone. She couldn't tell who he was as the images were hard to decipher. Someone of authority. Their supervisor?

"Come now." The Orion spoke in a guttural Standard and waved his gun.

Without a word, Sam walked out the door, hoping fiercely that she and Spartacus would both return to the cell, alive and unharmed.


The guards led her to a short, fat Orion. Sam reached out to read his surface thoughts, but got some sort of feedback instead, much like feedback through a sound system. She winced in pain and the Orion laughed. "Yes, Captain York of the Calypso, I know of your abilities. You cannot read my thoughts."

"You know who I am, but I don't believe we've met," she said, keeping her voice and expression cool.

"No, we have not met, Captain York. You may call me Nero." He laughed again. "I am most familiar with your Federation history, am I not?" He laughed again. "Yes. You and your people will fight in the arena. It is up to me whether you live or die." He smiled cruelly. "You see, that is the nature of the games. To live. Now, so that you know the gravity of your situation, I will permit you to watch the first of your people die."

(To be continued...)

Ensign Teena Spartacus
Counselor

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Nero
Orion Slaver

Guards

 

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