Station: A Lost Officer

Posted on Fri Apr 11th, 2025 @ 5:56pm by Lieutenant Ainkara "Kara"

Mission: THE KINGDOMS COME AND GO
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Current

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Ainkara rolled over on her less than savory cot/bed. It was morning, although knowing that took time since there was no sunrise to denote such an event. For months now, since their capture, Kara had been enslaved. Physical labor, maid duties, and as a point of pleasure for those who had climbed the ranks in the slaver operation. Even now she could feel the filth of those men on, and in, her body. Her blankets were usually stained each morning with their genetic material as she slept. So, Kara had began to sleep with a folded or rolled up strip of cloth between her legs like a diaper. This morning was no different. Holding the rag in place she got to her feet, used it to wipe any excess away, then tossed it in the refuse bin. The refuse bin she would probably be ordered to empty at some point this day.

Done with that task, Ainkara went into the showers, a large, open communal set up. Several males that she had been caged with her in this larger community cell had tried to have their way with her and, had succeeded the first couple of times. But, she was Ainkara, a Voran and a one-time captive of the Iconian Empire. All that they had taught her had prepared her for such events in her life. Torture, no matter what type, could be overcome. These slavers, like other species out there, tried for the mental push first. This tended to make the recipient fuzzy and unable to adequately deal with the pain put upon them. Screaming, growling, losing hope; all hinged on a person's mental acuity. Should a subject become too numb and fuzzy due to an overabundance of mental stimuli then that person won't feel the physical aspects of torture in the ways the torturer planned. Needless to say, when Kara had been set upon the third time she gave in to every ounce of violence and hatred she could muster. By the time the Voran whirlwind had finished with the men, they were all dead and had suffered multiple broken bones and extreme pain before they succumbed. Her telepathy and telekinesis had been coming in handy over the past month, so much so that she was able to curry favor with certain guards. Not bad men inherently, they had led a crap life and turned to slavery to make ends meet. Suckers, the lot.

That thought brought a grin to her face as Kara pulled the raggedy, patchwork sundress over the top of her head. A one piece dress that came to her knees when she stood, a basic grey in color, with tattered areas where patches had been sewn into it to keep it covering everything adequately. The foot wraps she had created as shoes were removed and set aside with her dress. Stepping under the shower head Kara reached out and started the water, turning the heat up as much as it would go, receiving a barely lukewarm spray. No soaps or shampoos, one had to clean themselves as best they could with fresh water. That gave her a moment of thought. It was the only bonus to being able to bathe; clean water. Using her hands she sluiced water around her flesh, seeing some of the dirt, grime, and filth immediately frothing up while her hands tried to rub-scrub it all away, the constant flow running down her body and removing that excess. Her hair was greasy but relatively clean, but she finger scrubbed it anyway to get any lingering grime from it as best she could. Once that task was done she swiped her hair back off her face as she stepped from the spray and shut the water down.

Pacing back and forth for about ten minutes, her body air dried enough to get dressed. Ainkara did notice that since she had killed three men in self defense, the other males in the cell always gave her a wide berth and left her alone in the morning to bathe. Her eyes were set in a constant glare when she even bothered to look at them. A warning to leave her alone or be killed. It had obviously worked. Setting her stoic face, Kara left the showers and went back to her little area with cot and small end table with two drawers in it. She had nothing to stow in there at this time so she did not open it. Today, from what she had been told last night by a guard captain, was a day for her to be a server and maid. That energized her attitude somewhat. That meant a proper shower and bath, soaps, shampoo, and hygiene products and perfumes. Not to mention the fresh new, and clean, clothing she would be provided. It was worth the effort to play 'interested' to a being who probably could not get laid in a morgue. Having observed Billi on board the Nazgul, and having listened to some of her tales, Ainkara modeled her way of being from that. The sad part was she had not seen Billi nor Bjorgo in over a month. It seemed that their captors, thanks to Penni, had been more interested in them than they were in Kara. They had tortured her for information about the Iconians for some time but then seemed to lose interest and she was tossed in here.

~No matter what, we leave here soon~ Kara swore to herself in thought. ~Today is the day to access the data archives, find what I need, and escape~

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