by Maia Starr
After my bath I slept deeply and soundly on the comfortable bed as I had not slept in hours and my muscles ached from being in a crouched position in the cabinet on the ship for so long. Exhaustion had overcome my body, and now it was getting some relief.
The next morning, the Master himself summoned me, as he opened my door. I was waiting for him, as I knew that this was the morning that I was to show him my medical skills and expertise.
"Dr., follow me as we are ready to see your skills," he said as I followed him out of the chamber. I was led into another building that looked a lot like a hospital on earth. There was an injured warrior lying on the table with a small piece of metal sticking out of his calf.
"How would you treat this injury?" Another male asked that was next to the Master.
"First I would make sure that the tools are sterile. Then I would use these forceps here to remove the piece of object in the leg. Then I would clean the wound, if that capability exist here. After which I would use stitching to close the wound. I would finish that off by covering and bandaging the wound so as to not get it infected with dirt. I would also follow up with making sure that the warrior was eating an adequate diet to help his body heal."
There was silence as everyone looked at each other and then nodded in agreement. The Master looked at me and then said, "You may begin."
I looked around making sure that I wasn't being tricked of some sort. Then I began to do the work that I had laid out in conversation. I followed the exact steps in quiet and got really into my work. Once I was deeply involved, I almost forgot that I was a captive. I was so excited to be working on the Kalazaron race. It was a scientific wonder to me and no other doctor that I knew I had experienced this advantage. I did my work skillfully and I did it very well. When I was done the Kalazaron came around to examine my work.
"This is very good work Dr. Prost. That is all for now," the Master said to me. I nodded my head to him as a thank you, but kept very quiet. I was then led back to my chamber and not bothered again for two days.
On the morning of the second day I once again met with Master Bresh. "The council has decided that we can use your skills in Belvenreed. You will be leaving in two hours on the next supply ship."
"What? What is that? I am not staying here? Does this mean I cannot go back to earth?" I began to ramble on in confusion and fear. I was only starting to get used to the city and everyone I had met so far. Now I was going to be sent to a new location where it was possible that the Kalazaron were not so pleasant and understanding.
"Belvenreed is an outpost 100 miles from the city. It is where we fight the rebel forces as they are based inside the mountains. We have a strong hold that separates the city from the rebel forces and that is called Belvenreed. As you can imagine there are many battles and fights, and the warriors there require reconstruction skills. You showed that you could do those skills very well. Perhaps you can learn even more of the ways in which reconstruction works. As well as perhaps our reconstructionists can learn what you know. It is the best place for you. Your skills should not be wasted around here as a common female slave. This is my orders and shall be done. Best of times to you. You will be escorted from the chamber soon," the Master said as he left me.
I was completely astounded by what he had said. They wanted me to be a triage doctor in the field of battle. I was torn between feeling extremely excited that I would get to continue my career in such a unique fashion but also completely terrified that I was being thrown into an outpost in the far reaches of the planet away from the city where there was much danger. How had my life come to this? It did not matter. I did not have a choice.
Hours later I was sitting in a ship like I had never seen before. For some reason they allowed me to sit in the cockpit area with the pilot in sort of a passenger seat.
"They call me Quan Ban," he said to me as he turned on the ignition of the ship.
"They call me Dr. Lavender Prost," I said in return. He looked over at me and smiled a very attractive grin. He seemed to be a very young warrior with a sort of boyish charm that caught me off guard.
"Well Dr., are you in for some fun?" He said.
I felt confused and a bit scared as to what type of fun he was referring to. But then my fears were put to rest as he said, "Hold onto your head!" As he pulled on a lever and the ship shot forward at such speed that we did not have on earth. Soon the supply ship was gliding over the ground about 20 feet up of what I assumed was some sort of road or path. The pilot shouted, "Woo hoo!" As he skillfully drove the ship. I was glued to the chair and then I began to enjoy the experience and laughed at the fun ride. I looked out of the glass but we were going so fast that it was hard to see anything other then landscapes blurred as we passed them. The pilot would turn to grin and nod at me as he obviously enjoyed his work.
Then the pilot grew serious and I looked ahead to see why. We were approaching the blue Mountains that I had seen when I first stepped foot on this planet. The ship dropped lower, hovering only about a foot or two above the dirt.
"You see that? That is the rebel base, within those mountains. Say what you will about the rebels, but they were very intelligent to put their base inside of those mountains. It is practically impenetrable. We must to be cautious."
As we approached I saw the base where I would be living. It had high walls and there were guards set at every post. Inside the walls was basically a small village that looked to be self-sustaining. One wall slid open, and our ship entered. We were now inside the base. I was relieved that we had made it because I knew that we were in danger outside the walls.
Minutes later I was escorted into a large round building. "Wait here for General Rendor Moscurn. All new arrivals must be vetted by him personally," the warriors said as he stood behind me. I waited patiently looking around the building wondering when I would be able to get started on work. At least the work would keep my mind off of my situation. I tried to take in as much information as I could as I looked at my surroundings. I should become acquainted with this place if it is to be my new home. If I were to work here and lives are going to be in my hands than I should know all that I could. I would like to see the supplies, medical supplies that is. I would like to see what types of nourishment they ate and what it meant to their bodies. I had so much to learn and I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for this damn General. I was anxious to get started. I was making a list in my head of what I wanted to see and what I should know about. That was until I realized that the General was not going to be my friend at all.
Moments later a very tall Kalazaron entered with three warriors following behind him. It was quite the sight. They made a formidable entrance that made them look somewhat oppressive to me. They were all tall and long and muscular of course with the blue skin, but there was something different about these Kalazaron compared to the ones I saw in the city. I think these Kalazaron were rougher around the edges. I think it had to do with the fact that they were living out here like some primitive tribe away from the civilized city.
The General was very tall and attractive. He must have been at least 7 feet and 7 inches. His light brown hair was in contrast to his tan and blue skin, probably from being out here in the outlands in the silver sun. His hair was curly and went down to just passed his ears and it bounced with every step he took. His light brown eyes were beautiful but held a commanding presence to them.
"This is the human with the skills I gather," he said as he looked at me quickly and then took a tool from the warrior that brought me.
"Yes this is she. That is the orders from the Master himself," the warriors said as the General projected the hologram in the air and read it. I assumed it was the orders saying that I would be working as a medic for wounded warriors. He sort of laughed as he read it and I narrowed my eyes at him. I already knew what he was thinking.
"Send her to the barracks and I will decide what is done with her when I turn into bed this evening and fetch her," he said as he began to walk off. The
warriors that escorted him laughed with him taking in his meaning that he was going to take me to his bed. I would have none of it.
"Excuse me! No such thing will happen! The Master himself has ordered that I be put to work here with the reconstructionists. I proved my reconstruction skills back in the capital city and I dare you to go against your Masters wishes," I said with my chin held high in the air. The General stopped in his tracks but he did not turn to look at me. Everyone was silent waiting for him to respond, as eyes grew wide at my defiance.
"You will only speak when I have allowed you to, or I will take the lash to your human skin. Now be silent and follow orders," he said as he walked off. I held back tears but I would not show that I felt defeated in front of this arrogant warrior. I restrained myself from running after him and pounding my fists against his strong chest. I knew that would be a dangerous move and could result in death.
The warrior behind me grabbed my arm firmly and yanked me out of the room and into the outside air. I crossed the small village as everyone stared at me. I felt as though I were naked. Minutes later I was thrown into a simple room. It was nothing compared to the chamber I had been in inside the city that was complete luxury. This room had a small bed against the wall that also served as a sitting bench. Behind a curtain was a small sink, toilet, and very tiny shower head that came out from the wall. There was no kitchen, and I assumed that there was some sort of mess hall where everyone took meals together. Now that I was alone, I allowed myself to cry. I would have to get it out of my system now or I would be embarrassing myself later. I longed for the company of the Master. At least he treated me with respect and thought that my skills would be useful here. This arrogant and disrespectful General was a nightmare. He would have me be nothing but a common whore slave. Surely he did not have the authority to go against the Masters orders, but who would tell the Master? We were so far away and I did not know how the communication lines worked. Who would go against the General and tell on him? It seemed very doubtful that the Master would learn that I was not being put in the position that he wanted me to be in. I was now stuck. I was now screwed.
Chapter 2
GENERAL RENDOR MOSCURN
Being the General was not in my plans. I first came out to the outlands as a reconstructionist. It is what I was skilled at. Then overtime my leadership skills pulled us through various battles with the rebels. I was a true Kalazaron. This meant that I was skilled in my occupation, but also a very skilled warrior. However after the General passed away in a battle two years ago I somehow found myself taking his position. All I really wanted to do was bury myself in my reconstruction work. It is where I felt most useful and where my passion lay. Now, I had to be in charge of every department here on the base. I had to be on top of the rebels’ movements. Instead of just working in the reconstruction building, I was in charge of everything.
We were expecting a supply run two days ago, a very needed supply run. We had grown short on a lot of things and tensions were high here at the base and I found myself putting out small fires within the bands of warriors gathered here to fight the rebels. So when the supply run finally arrived, it turned my mood dark to find out there was a human female sent to me. I did not have time for such ridiculous assignments. I had to make sure that all was going well dispatching the supplies, and to make matters worse other news had hit me that I was not very pleased with. It was news that would set us on high alert a few hours later. So when I was summoned to greet the human female I was in a very dark mood.
"This is the human with the skills I gather," I said as he looked at her quickly and then took a tool from the warrior that brought her in order to read the orders that were given to me about his female slave. This better be good. I did not have time for anything like this right now. Perhaps later at night when my bed felt empty I would have time for it. However now she was taking up my precious time. There was nothing that mattered more than securing that supply reinforcement that had arrived. We were a self sustaining base, but there were some things we could not grow ourselves like supplies for the reconstructionists to use on the wounded. This was of the upmost importance to me because lives were on the line. Being a reconstructionists myself, it at least made me feel good to still be involved on that team by securing the supplies that they needed. In truth, I missed the work. I missed being in there and saving lives and reconstructing bodies. It was what I lived for.
"Yes this is she. That is the orders from the Master himself," one of my warriors said as I projected the hologram in the air and read it. I sort of laughed as I read it and she narrowed her eyes at me. She couldn’t possibly know why I was laughing, but this was very comical. The Master had a notion in him that this human female slave that was no bigger than my thigh would be a helpful reconstructionist. No, I did not believe it. Surely she had manipulated her way into coming out here. I was not going to deal with this or give the lying human what she wanted.
"Send her to the barracks and I will decide what is done with her when I turn into bed this evening and fetch her," I said as moved to leave this waste of time and return to my duties. The warriors that escorted her laughed along with me. It was good to know that I was not the only one that thought this human female was useless except in the bedrooms.
"Excuse me! No such thing will happen! The Master himself has ordered that I be put to work here with the reconstructionists. I proved my reconstruction skills back in the capital city and I dare you to go against your Masters wishes."
Everyone was silent waiting for me to respond at the defiant human female slave. I wanted to turn to her and put her in chains. A few days in the prisons here would teach her not to act in such defiance and shout out ridiculous emotional outbursts such as these. I did not turn to her, as she was not worthy of direct eye contact, instead I said coldly over my shoulder.
"You will only speak when I have allowed you to, or I will take the lash to your human skin. Now be silent and follow orders."
After I left the human female I had many things to see too, and yet I was distracted. I had not seen a human female that looked like her or acted like her. She was a small petite creature with brown hair and brown eyes. She had an ample bosom, tiny waist, and curvy hips. But it wasn't just her appearance; it was the way she presented herself. Here she was a human taken captive as a slave and yet she showed no fear. In fact she showed defiance. It was a defiance that made me angry because how dare she question my orders. I was in charge here. I was the one that had to deal with the oppressive responsibilities of being in charge and I did not need some small human female defying my orders in front of my warriors. It made me look weak and that was something that I did not put up with.
I thought it was ridiculous that the Master thought the small human female was capable of being in the reconstruction building. Seeing that much blood and guts and horror took a certain amount of strength and I knew that a human female was not capable of that. Especially not one that was pretty and attractive like this one was. She would not last a day in there. Whatever possessed the Master to send her to me it was suspicious. Perhaps it was not he who had sent her at all. Perhaps it was the rebels sending an attractive female to infiltrate my base or to distract me. That thought lead me back to the news that I had received earlier. The rebels were gathering at the base of the mountain was the report that I had received from our tower lookers that morning. This could only mean one thing, they were preparing for an attack. This had been the way of that since I arrived. They were constantly attacking this base ever since we set it up years before after the rebellion split. They wanted us gone. They wanted our base to disappear so that they may live in peace out here in the outlands. However our government would have none of it. They wanted continual punishment for the rebels for leaving our faction. If they were allowed to live out here in peace on their own terms, they would grow into a force that was capable of attacking the city. Therefore the small battles and skirmishes had a reason, to keep the rebel population to a minimum
and to keep them at a level of exhaustion. If they had many years of rest then they would build into a great army, and we could not allow that. So was the responsibilities of the General of the Belvenreed base, and I currently was that General.
