Choose
Posted on 25 Oct 2019 @ 3:55pm by Lieutenant Commander Aidan Datari & Civilian Iola Hawkins
Mission:
Mission 2 - The Agora crossroads
Location: Unknown
Timeline: A few hours after auction
782 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure
Though unrestrained, Aidan knew that if he so much as tried to escape, he would be subdued by the Don's personal guards. He sat quietly in the transport, the green skinned girl sitting next to him. He was aware of her pheromones, but for some reason they didn't seem to affect him as much. He wondered if the girl knew what power she could possess over any man.
He looked up as the girl nudged him and pointed past him out the window towards a large elegant building. He had no idea how long they had traveled, as he'd spent most time considering his options. "You don't talk much, do you," he said softly, not wanting to anger anyone by speaking out of turn.
The girl's eyes blazed as she shook her head.
Do you know how to sign? Aidan signed carefully.
Eyes wide, the girl turned her head towards where their master was observing the exchange. The Don nodded quietly, the motion only seen by someone known to the Don's quiet habits. She turned back and nodded.
"What is your name?" He asked out loud, though he signed as well. He watched the girl turn her head again to gain permission from the master. As a keen observer, the Trill was aware of the minute nod. As she signed back, he allowed the smallest of smiles. "That is a beautiful name," he told her just as he was grabbed by the guards and marched from their transport.
He was led to a stylish room and deposited right in the middle as the Don and his small entourage entered. "Strip." The word was simple, and clearly coming from the Don.
Aidan stood frozen, having absolutely no intention of getting rid of what little clothes he already had on him. Especially not in front of strangers. He blinked as Iola slapped him in the face, signing angrily for him to obey. "No," he said simply. The next he knew he was down in his knees, the crack of a whip still ringing in his ears.
Two male slaves pulled him up, ripping the simple dress from his body as the whip cracked a few times more. He cried out in pain, eyes watering as the Don strode forward and grabbed his jaw in a vice-like grip. "Choose," he said firmly, "your life can be easy and you'll be treated well and awarded accordingly, or your life will be torment as you just experienced."
Aidan gritted his teeth, eyes blazing with defiance. "Choose," the Don said again, nodding towards the guard as the whip cracked once more. The Trill bowed his head, not wanting a life of pain and torture.
"I will serve," he whispered, upon which he was promptly released.
"Dress his wounds, get him washed up and brought to me," the Don ordered before looking to Iola. "Take care of him."
Promptly, the Trill was picked up and dumped in a scalding hot tub of water, where a handful of female slaves scrubbed him clean. After that, the angry welts across his back were seen to and he was wrapped in what ended up as a fairly comfortable male version of a Greek-style skirt and sash.
After being dressed and groomed, he was brought to the Don's private Chambers, where he stood in silence until addressed.
"Are you going to serve?" The Don asked sternly.
Aidan nodded. "Until such time I can go home," he answered flatly, "I have a wife waiting for me. She is with child."
"This is your home now. I observed an aptitude with languages. Not many know how to communicate with Iola. You will serve that purpose well. With you and Iola by my side, we will improve communications in my sector. As said, serve well and you will be awarded. Defy me, and you know now what will happen." He waved with his hand, effectively dismissing him. "Go and rest, Iola will show you to your room. Do not try to leave, you have not earned the privilege to roam. She will wake you in the morning and show you what your duties will be."
Biting back a defiant retort, Aidan realized that obedience -for now- might serve him better. The sooner he earned these so-called privileges the sooner he would learn more about this Don, and perhaps in time he would find a way to either report to Starfleet, or to escape. "Thank you," he said instead and allowed Iola to lead him out.
●● Lieutenant Aidan Datari
Chief Science Officer
USS Andromeda
Iola
Don's personal assistant
pnpc Aidan
The Don
Sector Master
Feared trader