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"RO!" the guard shouted. She secured the plasticizer. A last block of firmed dirt slid down the conveyor as she turned around. The penal colony official had a sensor wand, used it to wave her towards him.
She stepped within standard transporter pattern range and waited. After the familiar disorientation, she found herself in the security station lounge. She wasn't alone.
"Captain Picard," she said with surprise.
"Laren," he said. He wasn't warm. "I find myself in a fairly familiar situation." He sat stiffly at the one table in the room.
"Offering to restore my commission, if I go on a mission for you?" She sat down in one of the chairs. "Please. I have no interest in joining Starfleet again."
"Starfleet has no interest in gaining you," he said. "I notice you've sent in seven requests to rescind your Federation citizenship."
"Eight. One this morning," she said.
"They've all been denied. The penal authority suspects that it's part of some legal ploy. If you're not Federation, you don't belong in a Federation prison."
"No, sir, I know that I deserted. And misbehaved before the enemy. Mutiny. Breached some peace. Contempted a few officials." They were silent for a moment or two. Her eyes dipped. "Disrespected you."
"Yes. But when I think of Lieutenant Ro Laren, legal ploys don't come to mind. I assume you just feel that you want complete separation from a legal system you no longer trust." She nodded. He slid a data reader across the table. "Granted."
"Sir?"
"You're out. Not a Federation citizen."
"Why?"
"Because now I can ask you for a favor."
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I got the burning rock fish to extend another tentacle by waving my hand before the cleft in the rocks. When it grabbed me, I sliced it away. The Fleet of Star weapons certainly made life easy. I let the limp tentacle loose. It sank down the cliff to join the other eleven. Well, made life easier, if not quite easy.
With no more offensive weapons, it was fairly short work to kill the beast. Fishing along this part of the shore was safe again. I kicked off the rocks and swam to the surface.
Gaddakk was there, sitting in the back of a canoe. "Aw. You survived. Failed once more?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I lay the spear in the boat then heaved myself aboard.
"Your death wish. You shouldn't be fighting a rock fish alone."
"It's my job." I examined my wounds in the sunlight. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a day or two.
"To get yourself killed? You keep pushing harder and harder. How long were you down there this time? An hour? Even if you're using your hollow head as an extra lung-"
"Shut up, Gaddakk. Let's go home." I lay down in the bow.
"You're not going to help row?" he asked.
"Hey, you're worried about me overexerting myself." I closed my eyes.
“I'm resting."
He snorted and headed in. From the sound of the waves on the shore, we were nearly there when he started to chuckle. He also stopped rowing.
"Now what?"
"Oh, nothing," he said. "But if you want to get to shore, you're going to have to do the rowing."
"Not a chance," I said. "You're going to get hungry before I do." I snapped my teeth. "I had fresh rock fish."
"Yeah, but you want to look at the beach." I shook my head. "Because if I'm not mistaken, Luna is back. So, you're going to have to-"
I think he said I had to row. I don't know. I'd already dived over the side. I kinda heard him squawk, I think, as the canoe rocked. But I was already halfway to the sand.
A crowd circled the one permanent table of the village. Luna stood on it, trading hugs and kisses with the villagers. Queli ran down the beach towards me. "She's back! She's back!"
"I see!" I said. The crowd parted and our eyes met. I stepped up and held out my arms. She ran across the table and leapt into my grasp. We hugged tightly. Then she grabbed my head, pulling herself up to kiss me.
"What is he doing with that child?" Granny Chell asked loudly. Someone hushed her.
"Luna, I thought I'd never see you again."
"Me, either, Da'an. Me, either." We kissed again. "I'm here because a friend is in trouble. And she needs your help. I need your help."
"Point the way," I said. "Point the way."
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Detts entered the cell and grabbed Deanna's chain. She looked up and stood just before he yanked her to her feet.
"Have you read the rules, little flower?" he asked.
"No, I can't read Chaffan. But one of your father's women read the rules to me, and I understand them."
"Close enough," he said gruffly. She thought he was trying too hard to act manly. But she knew better than to criticize. He turned and stalked out. She scurried to follow.
Outside the row of slave cells was a large courtyard. Women were scattered around it. Some were natives, more than a few were aliens. They were dressed in anything from finery to no more than the collar. All watched as Detts led her to a stairway.
At the top, he opened the door to his private rooms. "We should be moving out to my own place soon. Then you'll have your own cell instead of borrowing one of Dad's."
"Can't wait," she said.
"So. I have a few ideas of a theme for my harem." He led her back to his bedroom.
"Theme?" she asked.
"Yeah. Dad's is variety. Uncle Fett's girls are all similar, they look like twins. Or, well, six-lets. And Uncle Tekk-a collects girls for their musical ability." He locked the bitter end of her lead to the headboard and waved at the bed. She stood still.
He gave her a second to respond, then reached down to grab her at the waist. He sat on the bed and stretched her across his knees. She kicked a bit. A hand the size of a data reader slapped her ass.
"Maybe my theme should be obedience? What do you think?"
"Wouldn't that be redundant in slaves?" she asked.
He slapped her again. "Maybe my theme should be obedience? What do you think?"
"I think that's a wonderful idea, master."
He slapped her once more. She bit her lips to keep from screaming. "Maybe my theme should be obedience? What do you think?"
"Whatever you choose would be perfect, master," she said.
"Exactly," Detts said. He held her shoulders in place with one hand. The other rubbed at her abused ass. "No harm done, right? Nothing permanent, anyway?"
"None, sir," she said. His hand roamed from the back of knees to the base of her tailbone. There was no art to his caressing of her curves, just a physical inventory.
She wondered if he was a virgin.
He knew the mechanics, though. A stiff digit stroked her pussy lips for a moment, then thrust inside of her. She gasped as the finger penetrated deep inside her. It was bigger than the dicks of most men she'd slept with. He stroked and poked, bending to feel every surface within her.
She tried to keep from screaming out loud. Betazed females didn't need much in the way of foreplay, but by the gods at least a warning? Her thighs closed together unconsciously.
Detts responded by driving two fingers into her thighs, just above the knees, and spreading her wide. "You seem kinda tight," he said. He withdrew and flipped her around. She ended up on his lap, legs straddling his, facing away.
He hugged her close to him, reaching around to fondle her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts fully, with none spilling over. Her nipples were rubbed and squeezed.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed. "I don't think you're going to have to work too hard to please me."
"Can't wait, Master," she lied. His slick finger worked it's way down her belly, reaching for her pussy once more.
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I was trying to get comfortable in the cargo bay they'd assigned me. The hard ground wasn't too bad. But there was no life. The wind was constant, the light never varied and I couldn't hear any waves, wildlife, or other people.
It was almost like being in one of the caves, alone in the night.
Then Luna came back. The tiny doors opened and she walked in. She smiled as she did, and I knew that I was mirroring her expression. She came up close and I swept her into my arms.
She sat on my lap and we kissed. "The captain says we'll be in orbit in four standard hours."
"Great," I said. "Nothing against your shipwrights, but this hut is freakishly small."
"We call them staterooms on board a starship," she pointed out.
"Starship," I repeated. "Last time, your machines called it a box of travel."
"Well, the universal translator's had more time to think about your language."
"And that would be your box of many words."
"Yes." She squirmed a bit in my grip, nuzzling my chest with her cheek. "And I have to wonder why we're talking about boxes of travel or boxes of words."
"Is there something else we could be doing?" I asked. My hand was already reaching a gentle finger slowly up the back of her shirt. She giggled and squirmed a bit more.
Am I interrupting something? Ro? Da'an?" The War Leader Riker was standing by the door. He glared at Luna. The translator had finally told me what her name was, but she was always going to be Luna to me.
"Sorry, sir," she said. "I was just telling Da'an that we were almost there." She slid to her feet and stood guiltily beside me.
"I'm glad you two enjoy such a close relationship. But right now, maybe you should see Data, and get the latest intel we've collected. Since we're nearly there," he said. She nodded and skipped out.
He watched her go, then turned to me.
"Anything we can get you, Da'an?"
"Is it me you dislike?" I asked. "Or her? We weren't going to do anything that would jeopardize this hunt for your tribe-woman."
A glare flashed across his face for a moment. Then his expression cleared. He sagged a bit. "It's the situation I dislike, Da'an. Not you. Not Laren. I... I apologize. We're all counting on you two, I understand that." He stood up straight and gave me a formal bow. "I hope you can forgive me for being... snappish."
"Probably," I said. "You're all upset about this woman's fate. You seem even more... Well, among my people we have this phrase for a certain type of behavior." He looked attentive. "Assholes," I said. He actually laughed.
"I suppose I have that potential," he said after a moment. "Maybe I should reevaluate having the astrogation section keelhauled." He clearly meant that as a joke, but the box of many words wasn't conveying any actual meaning. I still laughed, as he was obviously trolling for me to.
He nodded his head after that. "Thank you, Da'an. I'm not sure anyone else on board would bring my... behavior,,, to my attention right now. I probably needed that."
I nodded back. "Of course, if you'd come in a few minutes later, and interrupted, I'd probably have taken your head off."
He gave a small smile. "I'm not in the habit of knocking at the door to a cargo bay. But I'll issue orders for everyone to do so." He turned to leave. "And I'll tell Ro to come down here and,,, brief you."
"Thanks."
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