Thursday, 7 July 2011

Revolution, Rebellion and other words with R

Carmilla sat in the corridor, directly opposite a door behind which a woman was screaming in anger and pounding something heavy on it. She sat, a heavy revolver in her hands. Compared to most of the weapons she had used it intrigued her. The six chambers spun with a dislocated clicking sound and with a flick of the wrist she closed the chamber and pulled the trigger. Click. Taking one of the shells she threaded it into the chamber and spun the barrel again. Snapping it shut and pointing it at the door she pulled the trigger. Click. Idly she spun it again, then pointed it at her forehead. Click.

Strangely enough, the thought that she had a one in six chance of dying when she pulled the trigger didn't excite any real emotional responce. Not like before when she'd been forced to do it, holding a weapon similar against the foreheads of her friends. Back in the slaver pit on Serpentis Prime when dark men played dark games with the lives of slaves.


Things had come to a head. Rebellion had flashed in her, she had stolen her Mistresses property , fired upon the ship of a holder and damaged it. Kidnapped her Mistress, although this was accidental, incidental? Inevitable?

Mere months ago, such things would have been impossible. To do such against her, her, HER. But then things had changed. Her own life had changed so much, all that she knew cast aside and burned and discarded like a plaything.



To be cast aside, sold to another Mistress and then had her just walk away. She had screamed and pleaded, begged and cried as Ithiria had walked away. Much to the amusement of Relana. Held back by two guards Relana had laughed in her face, slapped her. In truth, the defiance to spit in her face had been wrong, and she had tasted just how much the two were different. Relana did not care about her slaves, revelled in their pain and were just property to them. Ithiria had cared, had loved. Loved so much she did the impossible, gave away her most precious and cherished slave. To appease them.

From such acts revolutions are born.....

Opening the chambers she pulled out the bullet, looked at it, then kissed it, the burgandy lipstick mark on the side of brass making her smile. She slipped the bullet back in, spun the chamber and flicked it shut while she stood up, her hand reaching out to thumb the exterior door lock.

48 hours earlier..... Pethar's Hope

The guards threw her down the ramp of the hoarder, her chains catching and sending her sprawling to the bottom. They laughed, not caring about the looks she gave them. Picking herself up she walked over to Brute and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying his concern when she pulled back her hood revealing the bruises and the black eye.
"You been getting yourself into trouble again, Carm? I warned you, she is not like other Mistresses you have had."
"I know Brute, and not a day goes by I didn't wish it was different. But as the gallentey say, live life before it fucks you dead."
The brutor laughed hard and slapped her on the back, her chains jingling from the force.
"I never heard any gallente say that, you dont half talk some rubbish."
"Carm? Is that you?"

They both turned aroudn and saw Sakura walking towards them. She grinned and met her friend with a strong hug and held her at arms length looking at the costume she wore.
"Hi Sak, still dressing in the dark I see?"
She scowled as she looked down at her clothing, which was mostly revealing and not very covering.
"Oh, this is his idea. A long story... like that black eye I assume? What happened?"
"Oh... I forgot I'm not with Ithiria anymore. It's taking some getting used to... not having the freedom I used to have."
They talked back and forth for a while. Carmilla warmed by having her friend there for her. Sakura went on for a while talking about the recent events and Carm linked arms with her.
"Come on, take me to Mort. I have to see him anyway."
She sensed the hesistation in Sak and ignored it. Aaah, what could go wrong she mused as she looked around the hangerbay.

She stamped her foot like a petualnt child. Mortis had been distracted by something, hadn't noticed her as she wished and had dismissed her, getting a guard to carry her away. She had tried to faint, in an alluring and sensual way so he would be interested. It was as if she hadn't been there. His concern for her wellbeing was such he ordered a guard to take her to the medical facility to check her out instead of carrying her there himself. He looked her over again, dismissed his slave harshly who was cowering in the corner of the room and returned to his quarters. Turning she noticed Sakura had gone and she was alone with the guard and pushed past him, stopping only long enough to pick up her few scant possessions and heading for the hanger bay.

There were four ships there. An imperial Slicer, a Cruor and an Ashimmu. And the ever present hulking form of the hoarder. The Slicer would do, a fast ship and deadly in her hands. With purpose she strode over to the ship and instructed a few of the technicians to remove the external lines and pipes. They did so without thought, good slaves she mused bitterly as she boarded and sealed the door. Once in the cockpit she sat down and started going through the systems, powering them up.
"This is flight control to Slicer. You are not cleared for launch, Carmilla."
She thumbed the comms as she continued her pre-flight checks.
"Uh that's okay control. I'm just following my Mistresses orders and tidying up."
Pulling out her datatablet and a few leads she forced open a panel and linked into the ship systems. The guristas hacking protocols soon burrowed their way past the ships defences and she input the revealed access codes. All the consoles lit up as she was granted access and began sealing all the doors within the ship and making sure the ship was empty except for her. A single life sign made her frown, but she ignored it.
"Flight control to Slicer. The doors will remain sealed. Do not power up engines unless we hear from Relana directly."
"Confirmed Control."

Strapping herself into the pilots chair she looked out of the cockpit window to Brut. She mouthed somethign to him and waved, smiling as she saw him nod and begin to move the crew he was with and the others in the area towards the nearest blast doors. Powering up the engines she rotated the slicer and pointed it at the doors, the pulse lasers fluidly targetting the doors and alligning.
"Control, open the doors."
"Slave, youa re not permitted to leave. You will power down now and...."
Her finger pressed the firing stud, the pulse lasers vaporising the hanger door. She watched the blow out and smiled in satisfaction as the atmosphere was prevented from leaving by the heavy shielding beyond the door. On one of the screen she noticed Mortis Rektharn run into the hanger bay moments before the pressure doors slammed shut. Damn, she mused. This could complicate things. Using all her skill she piloted the slicer out of the damaged doors and into space, powering up the engines as she set her course to the nearest celestial.

The slicer seemed to float above the gas giants rings and golden sunlight played over it's hull. Carm finished plotting the course she needed to take her back to Empire space when alarms began sounding. A cruor was on intercept course, fast! A voice came over the comms system, familiar, haunting.
"I'm taking you back slave."
"I'm not going back Mort. You'll have to kill me, and even then I'll be beyond your power, by the time you get to my clone station I'll be long gone."
As the slicer was brought up to speed the display flashed, warp disruption field detected. The other ship was coming in too fast, she'd never escape. She needed wits and cunning. Cycling the crystals in the pulse lasers she fired the afterburner and headed down to the gas giants rings. More sirens sounded, the central capacitor readings were becoming eratic and pulse fire was coming from the chasing ship. Her shields were good enough, her armour even better. But without cap, she was dead and the rings were still clicks away. She thumbed the comms.
"Mortis, I'll give you this one chance. Turn around now and I won't be forced to destroy you."
"Not going to happen slave. You'll be taken back for punishment. You need to be put in your place."

The capacitor flashed as it dropped into 1/4 empty and Carm cursed, flicking up the locked toggle and pushing the afterburner into overdrive, flying into the rings at speed. Almost immediately the shields failed as chunks of ice and rock impacted on them, the sound of metal screeching as they slammed into the hull. The pulse lasers on the slicer turned and began firing at the larger roids and ice shards sending fields of debris into the path of Mort's ship. Carm watched as the ship veered away, her cap slowly creeping up, being sapped now only by the burner and the armour repairer. The two ships jostled for position, carm's gunnery skills preventing Mort from getting closer as he tried to find a way through the gaps in the rings. Eventually she knew, he'd get the better of her, however....

Mortis watched as another gap approached in the belt and he headed for it, feinting towards the edge of the ring. With a gasp he watched as the slicer clipped one of the larger ice crystals and spun, slamming through and several more and coming to a limping halt. The afterburner spluttering and powering down, the ship starting to rotate erratically leaking fluids that flash froze into a crystalline trail. He noticed that the automatic distress signal was broadcasting. Carefully he maneauvered his ship so he could see into the cockpit window. There, he grinned, slumped against the chair restraints was Carmilla. She looked unconscious and a quick scan revealed fading life signs. Throwing a magnetic grapple out to the ship he thought for a moment and scanned the sub systems. Frowning he noticed the after burner seemed to be working perfectly, the armour all repaired and no sign of damage. He looked up and noticed Carmilla looking at him just as the grapple locked onto her ship.

Hearing the sound of the grapple on the hull she flipped the switches quickly and powered up the afterburner, pushing the ship to it's limits, shooting past Morts ships and dragging it behind her towards the nearest cluster of asteroids and crystals. She slipped through and felt the wrench as the grapple was pulled off as the cruor impacted the roids. Orbitting the roids she targetted the cruors engines and fired at point blank.
"Mort. I told you. I'm not going back. I'm also not going to kill you, help will be here shortly."
"I'll hunt you down. Slave, you are a dead woman."
"Mort...." she brought the ship as close as she could, looking at Mort though the windows, watching as he manipulated controlls frantically.
"Mort... I was dead the moment Ithiria gave me away. Goodbye Mort."
Keying one of the systems she dropped a univeral distress beacon and headed to the nearest gate, not bothering to look behind her.

24 hours earlier - Marak Mining Station

Carmilla sat across the chair in the quarters she had taken over, music was playing from the terminal and a cold can of quaffee was in her hand. Her free hand was scratching behind the ear of the puppy that sat in her lap. The music drowned out the sounds that were coming from just down the hall. There was regret in her eyes now, once she learned who was in the sealed quarters. She hadn't quite believed it when she had used the security camera to check. Relana. Relana was in there, sealed in and angry.

This was somethign she hadn't expected, she wasn't supposed to be there. Trust her to ruin everything! The puppy rolled over and she turned her attentions to it's belly.

"This changes everything ghost. Once again I'm screwed no matter what I do. I let her out, she'll kick shit out of me. I leave her in there, once she breaks out.. she'll kick shit out of me. I can't kill her, I can't reason with her."
She toyed with one of it's paws and smiled.
"Not like I could with Ithiria."
Reaching out absently she picked up a bottle from the bed and read the label then took a swig, the alcohol burning as it went down, doing her the world of good.
"Well, I think I'll take the day off. No one will find us here, so I'm going to relax. I'll think of something to do to her... tomorrow."
She replaced the bottle and picked up the heavy revolver and spun the chamber, listening to it's dislocated clicking as it rotated.
"Yes, tomorrow. Everything comes back to the same point. It begins, it ends... and starts again. Revolution."
Pointing the weapon at a poster on the wall she sighted for it's head and pulled the trigger.


"Yes.... revolution...."

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