Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 8

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Terra Stone

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Mistaken Identity

Chapter 8

 

Receiving and Discharge Area

Quintan Slave House, Sutter’s World

 

          Terra and Marla stumbled behind their handler at the end of the leash attached to their slave collars. Marla was having trouble wondering why they were still being treated like slaves. Had their release not just been arranged? Yet they were still being led through the halls, naked and leashed as collared slaves still. Behind them was another handler leading two more women naked in collars on leashes. They were the two pirate queens, Dito and Baroness. Marla thought to herself that it was justice that they were now slaves after having enslaved so many themselves.

          The irony and poetic justice of seeing the two former slavers being led on leashing to the intake screening as they were measured and recorded for the records of their enslavement was not lost on Terra. As much as she hated seeing any other woman being reduced to being a slave. She didn’t mind seeing those two going thought the same recording process that she and Marla had endured. She even had a wicked smile on her lips at the thought of them being sent to the cell she had been in and at the mercy of the slave Misha.

          Her enjoyment was short lived as her and Marla were handed over to two workers that started going through their papers to ensure they were the right slaves. When that was done, the collars were removed, but only long enough to be replaced with ones identifying their new owner. Again, this was hard for the girl with her to understand but Terra had calculated that the new collars would not be on them long. So, she claimed her young companion as much as she could as they were out processed from the slave house. Once that was done she saw the transport tubes, Terra flinched at remembering the last time she was placed in one of those. But to set a good example, she climbed onto the flat panel of the interior of the tube, rolling to her side as she is given a injection to sedate her. Then she didn’t resist as she was secured in place with clips binding her to the surface that she laid upon. Marla watching her mentor did not resist as she was placed in a tube of her own as well to be injected and secured in place. They looked to one another as the tube were sealed, and the combination of oxygen and more sedative was pumped into the tubes cause both slaves to drop off into a deep sleep.

          The two former pirates watched from their own helpless chained state from across the room as the two that they had been traded for were readied for transport. Their eyes burning with hate as they were the two former slavers were now naked in collars being led on leashes to be branded as slaves.

 

Freighter Yakali Kole, Hanger 25

Space Docks, Sutters World

 

          Mester stood at the boarding ramp to the battered star ship Yakali Kole. The slaver’s man had a bemused look on his face that this was the ship that would be used by the Marine to take the two Union slaves from this planet as it was the one that brought then slave called Terra here to begin with. This had been the ship of Tabor and Cyrus. Cyrus was now on his way as a slave for the mineral mines of Kotorus V. The other minion, Tabor was likely in a holding cell awaiting transport back to Romata III. Neither would be as much of a loss to the operations as the two new female slaves now housed in Lord Quintan’s pleasure room. It would be interesting to see if his Lord kept the two as slaves from here on. Or would he play with them for a time then use their papers as slaves themselves to keep them under his thumb. One never knew with Lord Quintan.

          The last of the cryo-sleep transport tubes were loaded into the hold of the freighter with their sleep slave cargo sedated and secure for their trip. Six slaves in all. Mester had to wonder why the man had wanted four more slaves that he bought sight unseen to be shipped with the two he came for. Those two made perfect sense as they were of his people after all he had come to retrieve them. That the two females had still been very much slaves when they were removed from the house again was not that unusual under normal circumstances. Often people from a slave’s past will show up looking for them, then purchase the slave as that is the only way they will get the female back. Seldom is the slave freed once they have been purchased from the house. Most find after leaving the house that they are now the slave of a former rival or someone they have scorned who purchased them for the revenge of making the slave serve their every desire. Others are purchased by family, the slave thinking that they are being rescued only to find that they were only bought so that their being a slave could not bring shame on their family. Finding that their own family the cruelest owners of all as they are often treated worse than a slave might normally be treated.

          No, theses were Union military personnel. These two slaves were officers in that service. It had not happened often, but in the past, not only had the slaves been freed once they had been purchased but there had not been any additional purchases of slave at the same time. Yet that is what had just occurred. But then there was nothing normal or usual about this matter. The value to both sides of the slave Terra was a major factor in the whole situation. Lord Quintan had seen a an opportunity to capitalize on the slave’s knowledge to sell her to interested parties for a obscene sum. The Union officials wanted her back for the same reason. The young slave has been collateral damage. Being the right sex in the wrong place where she should not have been. If it had been a male that had been caught attempting to sneak into the house. They would have likely been beaten and dumped in an alley somewhere near the Union Delegations Compound. But she had been a shapely and pretty little thing, so she was collared and branded before being added to inventory. Had his Lord simply given the delegation a price for the two slaves they could have been sold back and the matter done. But he has got greedy and the increased military presence and blockage had cost the house dearly.

          “Is everything ready and the tubes loaded and stored?” asked McNally as he walked up behind the slavers man.

          “Yes, Master Gunner. All six slaves are securely stored and sedated in their tubes in the cargo hold.” Mester turned and extended the paperwork on the transfer of ownership on the slaves. “Here are the bills of sale and papers on all six of the slaves.” Glancing up at the ship and smiles, “I seem to have seen this ship somewhere before.”

          “It will do,” McNally looking the ship over and smiles back. “I picked it up for almost nothing and it gets me where I want to go. I hear that the previous owners will not be needing a ship again.” Taking the offered papers from the slaver.

          “I have to ask” Mester finally spoke up before going. “I can sort of see why the two girls you came for are leaving in tubes. But why the other four slaves? I did not think that your people and government condoned slavery.”

          “They don’t,” he smiled, “But orders are orders and when I get one I say yes sir and get it done.” Grinning as he turns and leaves the slaver’s man, walking up the boarding ramp that closes behind him. The sound of the engines coming to life as they warm up. Inside the ship, Rafe checked on his sleeping cargo of beauties. He could not complain, the additional four slaves were all of extremely high quality and beauty. Before leaving the hold, He turned off the sedation gases to Terra’s tube so that she would slowly begin to revive.

          Within moments the batter old ship lifted from the hanger floor and out of the space dock to angle it’s ascent into the skies above the city and planet.

 

Starship Yakali Kole

20 light years from Suttler’s World

 

          Terra was still groggy as she moaned. She had remembered hangovers that felt like this. Lifting one of her hands to her head. Then realizing that she was still in the tube and should not be able to move her hands or anything else at the moment. Looking about she saw the girl Marla still sedated and restrained in the transport tube next to her. Lifting her head and seeing that all her own restraints had been released then slowly pressing her fingers to the clear lid to her tube pressing upward. The clear cover of the tube opened. Sitting up she was well aware that all she wore was the collar of a slave still locked about her neck.

           She swung her legs over the side of the tube and sat up, not moving for a moment as she gathered her wits about herself. Looking around she swore to herself, she knew where she was. This was the same ship that brought her as a slave to Sutter’s World. But how? Then Terra noticed that there were a total of six occupied slave tubes counting hers. Slipping off the edge of the table she walked over and checked the other five tubes. Marla’s was working properly, and she was lost in a drugged sleep. As were the other four slaves in their tubes. So why was she awake and not restrained? Her mind was racing with all the possibilities for those two things. Glancing about once more she found a strip of silk that she wrapped around her waist to cover herself a little with. There was still no question that if any saw her they would see her as a slave. But that could not be helped.

          Slowly making her way to the hatch out of this cargo bay. Terra pressed to panel and the hatch slid open. The metal deck was cold under her bare feet. Not to lose her focus, but try as she might, Terra could never remember walking though the passages of any start ship bare foot before. Then again she had never walked through one wearing only a rag about her hips and a collar locked on her throat either. But the was the first time for everything. Now she had to find a weapon and her way to the bridge of this vessel. She discovers a hatch marked as an armory, but it was locked. She did, however, locate the ship’s galley, where she borrowed a cooking knife that was fairly sharp. It was primitive, then again she looked like something out of a bad jungle girl story at the moment.

          Knife in hand she finally made her way to the bridge, she winced as the hatch slide open. There was a man with his back to her sitting in one of the control chairs before a viewing screen.  Terra stepped into the bridge with the knife held ready for a fight.

          “I was beginning to think she was going to lay around in the hold all day, Terra,” Rafe laughed from the control chair at the front of the bridge. “Why don’t you come up here and take the second seat before you cut yourself with that knife.”