Terms and conditions of sale
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1 through F › Andromeda
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,203
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Terms and conditions of sale
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Terms and conditions of sale
Tyr stood at the back of the room, watching with keen interest as the sale continued.
He hadn’t been back to Haukon Tau since signing up with the Andromeda, and event then, he’d never visited the infamous slave markets that generated so much of the drifts profits. But this was something special, something different.
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Tyr had been skimming the drifts public system while he waited for Beka to re-qualify as an FTA approved Master Pilot when he found the inventory for the slave market. Lacking anything else to do, he looked at the list of slaves to see just what, or rather who, was for sale.
The name Gossard, Sara caught his eye immediately.
Gossard was a Nietzschean name belonging to Three Rivers Pride, an offshoot of his own Kodiak Pride, and long believed to be extinct since the destruction of their orbital habitat in the Castalia system.
Tyr opened the file and scanned it carefully: Nietzschean female, 22 standard years, near perfect health. Trained in domestic service and basic labour. Press here for medical history.
It took Tyr less than a second to access the medical history attachment and scan down to the information that interested him: Subject is fertile and capable of conceiving. Medical exam shows subject is still a virgin.
Tyr quickly accessed the drifts banking system and double-checked the balance of his account there. It was not his main fanatical reserve, but it was all he had accesses to at the time, and he hadn’t touched it in over a year.
To his relief, the balance was slightly over the asking price.
Leaving the Maru in lockdown, Tyr made his way to the slave market, ignoring everything in his path.
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Tyr felt his heart stop when he saw Sara for the first time: she was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin was a very pale, complimented by her long blond hair that hung down to just below her shoulders. She had the classic Nordic look, with long, shapely legs reaching up to a small but perfectly formed and pert posterior. Her breasts were neither small nor overly large, but they stood out proudly from her chest with no apparent means of support under the simply t-shit she was dressed in.
Her nipples stood out in the cold room, almost hypnotising Tyr.
The heavy restraints she wore made her look vulnerable, but the unmistakeable look of a caged tiger in her eyes was what really drew Tyr to her. Even if she hadn’t been a near perfect genetic match, closely related to Kodiak Pride, that look alone would have compelled Tyr to buy her, whatever the cost.
A tall, grossly overweight man took the stage, glair at the minimal crowed through beady eyes. Tyr suppressed the sudden and inexplicable urge to shoot the man where he stood, and kept quiet while the first few slaves were auctioned off.
Tyr had little sympathy for the slaves: he’d been one himself after his parents had been killed, but he’d escaped and killed the slave masters.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last action began: Sara Gossard, by Eleanor out of Jacob.
Tyr stood up straight, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone else was showing an interest. The room was all but deserted, with only two other perspective buys standing against one sidewall, comparing the slaves they had already purchased. They both looked at Sara, but shrugged before re-starting the conversation.
The bidding started at 50,000-credits, a third of Tyr’s budget. He pressed the red button on the bidding unit he’d been given when he’d entered the sale hall, and watched as the light above the auctioneer flashed to confirm a received bid. The system was supposed to improve security, but it was almost completely redundant in the near empty room.
The auctioneer looked at the other two men, hoping that they’d place a bid to increase his commotion, but they just ignored him. With some reluctance, he slammed his hammer down, ending the auction.
Tyr slipped his credit disc into the bidding unit and watched the light on it turn green as it confirmed his payment to the unknown seller. He couldn’t help but smile to himself at his surprising good luck.
A man in a security uniform walked over, one hand gripping Sara’s arm tightly to stop her trying to escape. Tyr could see her flex her bone-blades reputably, a sure sign of building tension. She was probably apprehensive about being sold to a complete stranger. The fact that Tyr was a Nietzschean wouldn’t do anything to appease her: Nietzschean were known to be especially cruel to those of their own kind who fell into slavery.
“You got yourself a real bargain here.” The guard handed over the legal documents associated with the transaction, “Pity I’m not allowed to bid on duty…”
Tyr just sneered at the human, grabbing the documents and undoing the restraints that held Sara’s hands behind her back. She looked ready to run, but Tyr grabbed her arm.
“Haukon Tau drift has some very strict rules about runaway slaves: they shoot them on sight.” He hissed a warning into her ear, “So unless you have an overwhelming desire to die, I sagest you don’t try anything.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Kodiak Pride.”
“Kodiak.” There was a slight glint in Sara’s eye, “I’d heard that they were extinct…”
“Like Three Rivers Pride? The Castalians were as evidently thorough as the Drago-Kazov.” Tyr led the way out of the auction room and into the main corridor, “But if you’d rather be sold to that guard…”
“No!”
“You don’t know why I want you yet.”
“I have a good idea.”
“And?”
“I wouldn’t be a Nietzschean if I wasn’t interested, but how do I know you’re a good match?”
“Would I spend so much on your if you weren’t?”
“Your point is valid. So what does Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Kodiak Pride, do?”
“I am the tactical officer for the Starship Andromeda Ascendant.”
“I have herd of her, but why are you only the tactical officer?”
“At this time my goals and those of her Captain are almost identical. Should that change in the future, so will my position in the crew.”
TBC…
Faster if I get some nice reviews
Terms and conditions of sale
Tyr stood at the back of the room, watching with keen interest as the sale continued.
He hadn’t been back to Haukon Tau since signing up with the Andromeda, and event then, he’d never visited the infamous slave markets that generated so much of the drifts profits. But this was something special, something different.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Tyr had been skimming the drifts public system while he waited for Beka to re-qualify as an FTA approved Master Pilot when he found the inventory for the slave market. Lacking anything else to do, he looked at the list of slaves to see just what, or rather who, was for sale.
The name Gossard, Sara caught his eye immediately.
Gossard was a Nietzschean name belonging to Three Rivers Pride, an offshoot of his own Kodiak Pride, and long believed to be extinct since the destruction of their orbital habitat in the Castalia system.
Tyr opened the file and scanned it carefully: Nietzschean female, 22 standard years, near perfect health. Trained in domestic service and basic labour. Press here for medical history.
It took Tyr less than a second to access the medical history attachment and scan down to the information that interested him: Subject is fertile and capable of conceiving. Medical exam shows subject is still a virgin.
Tyr quickly accessed the drifts banking system and double-checked the balance of his account there. It was not his main fanatical reserve, but it was all he had accesses to at the time, and he hadn’t touched it in over a year.
To his relief, the balance was slightly over the asking price.
Leaving the Maru in lockdown, Tyr made his way to the slave market, ignoring everything in his path.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Tyr felt his heart stop when he saw Sara for the first time: she was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin was a very pale, complimented by her long blond hair that hung down to just below her shoulders. She had the classic Nordic look, with long, shapely legs reaching up to a small but perfectly formed and pert posterior. Her breasts were neither small nor overly large, but they stood out proudly from her chest with no apparent means of support under the simply t-shit she was dressed in.
Her nipples stood out in the cold room, almost hypnotising Tyr.
The heavy restraints she wore made her look vulnerable, but the unmistakeable look of a caged tiger in her eyes was what really drew Tyr to her. Even if she hadn’t been a near perfect genetic match, closely related to Kodiak Pride, that look alone would have compelled Tyr to buy her, whatever the cost.
A tall, grossly overweight man took the stage, glair at the minimal crowed through beady eyes. Tyr suppressed the sudden and inexplicable urge to shoot the man where he stood, and kept quiet while the first few slaves were auctioned off.
Tyr had little sympathy for the slaves: he’d been one himself after his parents had been killed, but he’d escaped and killed the slave masters.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last action began: Sara Gossard, by Eleanor out of Jacob.
Tyr stood up straight, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone else was showing an interest. The room was all but deserted, with only two other perspective buys standing against one sidewall, comparing the slaves they had already purchased. They both looked at Sara, but shrugged before re-starting the conversation.
The bidding started at 50,000-credits, a third of Tyr’s budget. He pressed the red button on the bidding unit he’d been given when he’d entered the sale hall, and watched as the light above the auctioneer flashed to confirm a received bid. The system was supposed to improve security, but it was almost completely redundant in the near empty room.
The auctioneer looked at the other two men, hoping that they’d place a bid to increase his commotion, but they just ignored him. With some reluctance, he slammed his hammer down, ending the auction.
Tyr slipped his credit disc into the bidding unit and watched the light on it turn green as it confirmed his payment to the unknown seller. He couldn’t help but smile to himself at his surprising good luck.
A man in a security uniform walked over, one hand gripping Sara’s arm tightly to stop her trying to escape. Tyr could see her flex her bone-blades reputably, a sure sign of building tension. She was probably apprehensive about being sold to a complete stranger. The fact that Tyr was a Nietzschean wouldn’t do anything to appease her: Nietzschean were known to be especially cruel to those of their own kind who fell into slavery.
“You got yourself a real bargain here.” The guard handed over the legal documents associated with the transaction, “Pity I’m not allowed to bid on duty…”
Tyr just sneered at the human, grabbing the documents and undoing the restraints that held Sara’s hands behind her back. She looked ready to run, but Tyr grabbed her arm.
“Haukon Tau drift has some very strict rules about runaway slaves: they shoot them on sight.” He hissed a warning into her ear, “So unless you have an overwhelming desire to die, I sagest you don’t try anything.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Kodiak Pride.”
“Kodiak.” There was a slight glint in Sara’s eye, “I’d heard that they were extinct…”
“Like Three Rivers Pride? The Castalians were as evidently thorough as the Drago-Kazov.” Tyr led the way out of the auction room and into the main corridor, “But if you’d rather be sold to that guard…”
“No!”
“You don’t know why I want you yet.”
“I have a good idea.”
“And?”
“I wouldn’t be a Nietzschean if I wasn’t interested, but how do I know you’re a good match?”
“Would I spend so much on your if you weren’t?”
“Your point is valid. So what does Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Kodiak Pride, do?”
“I am the tactical officer for the Starship Andromeda Ascendant.”
“I have herd of her, but why are you only the tactical officer?”
“At this time my goals and those of her Captain are almost identical. Should that change in the future, so will my position in the crew.”
TBC…
Faster if I get some nice reviews