Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 21:26:48 GMT -5
With the deal being completed by Alexander, he had been given a few hours to gather whatever he needed before being shipped off the planet. While he was doing this, he was approached by someone who didn't think that he was a bloodthirsty psychopath and in fact wanted his help. Given his new circumstances he would be the best one for the job as well, looking over the details of what he was supposed to do Alexander nodded. If he was going to be exiled anyways, might as well do something fun with that extra time, right? Plus this job sounded like it was pretty interesting, if he got involved it might provide him with some really good entertainment. Those thoughts are what led him to where he was now, sitting on a space shuttle that was full of tourist that were taking a tour of the known galaxies. It was not all that fun for him, considering that there were a bunch of kids running around and being annoying brats. It was taking a lot of his willpower to stop himself from putting them in their place, but it wasn't the reason that he had been hired.
His brown eyes scanned the emptiness of space from his window, trying to see if he could find what was out there waiting to attack. According to the files he had read, there were slavers that were attacking shuttles between planets, and they barely ever left anyone alive. Although, there were still eventually no survivors as those that were left behind didn't last long after being found. It was apparently one of those things that was supposed to get him riled up as he searched for them, but the fact was Alexander was more interested in seeing how strong these guys were and fighting them. Whether he was a bloodthirsty killer or not, the man didn't have much empathy for others, nor for a lot of the pointless rules of different societies along with their silly morals. There were only two things that this Gigakin cared about, survival and finding a way to cure his boredom. With having such a long life things tended to get a bit dull after a while, there was hardly ever anyone that could give him a worthwhile challenge anymore. So, if these slavers could take on some of the other Gigakin that left the planet as well, then maybe they would be a good match for him. The first thing that he had to do was to test their strength for himself, and that meant being on the ship to be captured.
If they didn't show though, he might have to just clear out all the annoyances himself, but as luck would have it, he caught sight of movement out in space. A slight smirk starting to form shortly after that, his eyes keeping locked onto the general area where he saw something move. It didn't take long for the ship to come into view either, it was much larger than the little shuttle that had left his home planet. It almost seemed rather unfair as well, but then again, fair was a relative term and could mean different things to different people. The ship suddenly jolted to a stop, a tractor beam was used for that with the sudden way it happened, and the pilot didn't know what was going on. Was this the best they could offer in pilots? Rookies that had no clue on how to deal with the hazards of space? Shaking his head, he returned to looking at the process of how they were brought into the ship and analyzing the best possible escape routes for future reference. Then came the soldiers with their guns aimed at everyone and demanding the exit the vehicle, a slight chuckle from Alexander caused them to focus on him. The supposed leader of the little group of slavers walking up to the Gigakin with a strut that tried far too hard to say that he was 'tough'.
“Is there something you find funny, scumbag?” his tone harsh, as he tried to intimidate the 'innocent space fairer'. Alexander just wasn't the type to be intimidated by such petty things, and continued to stare the slaver dead in the eyes. The real leader came forward and pulled the idiot out of the way, simply demanding that Alexander exit the shuttle with the others. A smirk still played on his lips as he did so, watching as everyone else was horribly terrified of these people. It was sad to see that no one had the gumption to fight against their current situation, were they all just going to sit there and become slaves? Shaking his head, he waited for the supposed leader of this entire thing to show up, because if that other guy had been, they wouldn't need to be lined up like this. Then again, this guy seemed to not quite be the main in charge of the whole operation from a bit of observing of the man before he came down to talk to them. He had been talking to someone else, which most likely meant that he was taking orders himself and a smirk came to Alex's face with that revelation.
If that was the case then it was time to see how much he could push them, and it would be a fun experience for him as well. The man approached Alex first seeming to act like he was a cold calculating person, “So, I hear that you have been giving my lieutenant a difficult time? What do you have to say to that?” The give away was the smug expression on Alex's face, he wasn't trying to hide it here, he was just going to let it all out from this point on to see what these people were capable of. “I'm sorry, I don't talk to the Omega of the pack, only the Alpha. A bitch like you is not the Alpha considering you're taking orders here as well,” a smile took the place of the smug expression as slavers and slaves alike looked with shocked horror as to what he said. However, the leader broke his poker face all too easily as the anger was visible now, and he ordered for shackles to be brought forward.
When they were placed on his wrists, it was obvious that these guys were complete amateurs given that these shackles didn't have any kind of suppression technology built into them. This outfit was looking less and less impressive the longer that he stuck around, hopefully where ever the slaves were being taken would provide him with a bit more interesting of a time. Otherwise there was just going to be no point to him even trying to pay attention to what these people were doing here and he would just wind up destroying their entire operation completely. Not that he wouldn't do that anyways, but if he was bored he would do it with a lot more brutality than what was necessary for such a situation. When the put him along with the others into the prison cells of the ship, he began to look around for not only a means of escape but for weak spots in the guards. None of this would come in handy now, but it was something that he would have to keep in mind for when it was time to escape.
They were transported to the world that the slavers had taken over, a desolate world where there was a high demand for a work force. It was a planet that seemed to have a large deposit of minerals within it that were of incredible value and they had been brought here to mine it. Looking at the planet, so far this was a disappointing trip, but maybe if he gave it some time, that would change. He understood that sometimes he could be a bit impatient, even after the two hundred years of him being alive, it stood to reason that he was still lacking a desire to wait and work a long term plan out. It wasn't as bad as it used to be though, he was learning at least, it was more than he could say for the others around him whimpering and huddled together like weak prey. If he were to make a metaphor for it, he was a coyote in a cage with puppies, and he was doing all he could not to snap on them.
When they landed on the planet's surface, he could feel a subtle increase in the temperature for the planet, likely due to proximity to a star and density of the atmosphere. His eyes slowly wandered around the surface to make not of defensible positions as well as places he could establish traps for routing his enemies. The main building was up next for their tour of the planet, and it wasn't much to look at in his opinion, it was about five hundred meters tall. The main thought that came to his mind was that the owner was compensating for something with the building. His second thought confirmed it with a chuckle, as he was ushered in to meet with the leader...hopefully. It was always so difficult to figure out how many shmucks had been hired to prevent the true leader from having to meet with people.
Once more they were lined up to face the next person in charge of their fate, the man came down the steps with a slow stride. A smirk formed on Alexander's face as he had finally found the true leader to this organization, or at the very least, someone that was a true predator. His stride was slow and deliberate to try and intimidate the group and most of them succumbed to it. For the others it was his gaze, that of a tiger hunting its prey and staring right through to their soul. The one thing that the leader would find when his gaze settled onto the Gigakin was a gaze just like his own staring right back into him. Two beasts of power had entered into a single location and it was now going to be a game between them to see who would come out on top. It wasn't their power that flared between them either, it was simply their presence, two beings that were more than willing to shed each others blood in a contest of strength. It created a tension that could be felt by all, as they could be easily brought into it if they made the mistake to move or breath wrongly.
“Well, it looks like we have a stallion here that needs to be broken in, let's take him to the stocks and see if we can't make him a little more cooperative,” the man said with an eerie calm as the two continue to clash with their minds. It was like a game of chess, but there was something that Alexander had that this slaver did not, and that was time. He let himself be brought to the stocks, his head being locked into them and then he was whipped. Three sets with 10 lashes each, thirty lashes, and they thought it would break him of his nature? Oh these fools had no idea just who it was that they were dealing with and it was going to be such a pleasure to introduce them to something that was made to be feared. When it was done, they took him out and threw him into a cell with a woman that seemed to be more distraught over his condition than he was by a great deal.
“Oh my, what have they done to you, poor thing. Here, let me patch you up, I am the doctor of this place so to speak,” she tried to have a cheerful demeanor in this dark place. It caused an eyebrow to quirk slightly, as she tended to the lacerations on his back. Staring out the bars of his cage, all the guards put in place could see his eyes and made it a specific point to move the long way passed his cell. They might not realize it themselves, but their instincts told them that this man was not someone to mess with especially being put into a small contained room. The woman behind him seemingly unaware of what was going on, or at least, that was what he thought until she spoke up.
“You realize that's bound to put you into more trouble with possibly more lashings or worse, right?” the brown eyes glanced to the woman, who propped her head onto his shoulder to see his expression. The flickered with a mischievous glint, giving the woman the answer, and all she could do was shake her head with a soft smile. “Troublemaker, eh? Well, I hope you're as tough as you think you are, otherwise you're not going to last long. I hate to see people suffering,” she spoke, a strange hint of sadness to her tone, as he turned his head slightly towards the woman. Shrugging slightly he stood and went to the bed that was there, flopping down onto it to get some rest, or that was the plan until the woman flopped beside him.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a slightly annoyed tone, as the woman smirked at him in return, it seemed that there was something that he was missing here. “The reason you're in here with me is for breeding purposes, they pair all the men with women for that reason. Did you not notice that there was only a single bed in the room?” she laughed softly, and Alexander scanned the room to make sure she wasn't just messing with him. When he saw it was the truth, he sighed and slid himself off the bed onto the floor, this was going to be an interesting time he spent here.
His brown eyes scanned the emptiness of space from his window, trying to see if he could find what was out there waiting to attack. According to the files he had read, there were slavers that were attacking shuttles between planets, and they barely ever left anyone alive. Although, there were still eventually no survivors as those that were left behind didn't last long after being found. It was apparently one of those things that was supposed to get him riled up as he searched for them, but the fact was Alexander was more interested in seeing how strong these guys were and fighting them. Whether he was a bloodthirsty killer or not, the man didn't have much empathy for others, nor for a lot of the pointless rules of different societies along with their silly morals. There were only two things that this Gigakin cared about, survival and finding a way to cure his boredom. With having such a long life things tended to get a bit dull after a while, there was hardly ever anyone that could give him a worthwhile challenge anymore. So, if these slavers could take on some of the other Gigakin that left the planet as well, then maybe they would be a good match for him. The first thing that he had to do was to test their strength for himself, and that meant being on the ship to be captured.
If they didn't show though, he might have to just clear out all the annoyances himself, but as luck would have it, he caught sight of movement out in space. A slight smirk starting to form shortly after that, his eyes keeping locked onto the general area where he saw something move. It didn't take long for the ship to come into view either, it was much larger than the little shuttle that had left his home planet. It almost seemed rather unfair as well, but then again, fair was a relative term and could mean different things to different people. The ship suddenly jolted to a stop, a tractor beam was used for that with the sudden way it happened, and the pilot didn't know what was going on. Was this the best they could offer in pilots? Rookies that had no clue on how to deal with the hazards of space? Shaking his head, he returned to looking at the process of how they were brought into the ship and analyzing the best possible escape routes for future reference. Then came the soldiers with their guns aimed at everyone and demanding the exit the vehicle, a slight chuckle from Alexander caused them to focus on him. The supposed leader of the little group of slavers walking up to the Gigakin with a strut that tried far too hard to say that he was 'tough'.
“Is there something you find funny, scumbag?” his tone harsh, as he tried to intimidate the 'innocent space fairer'. Alexander just wasn't the type to be intimidated by such petty things, and continued to stare the slaver dead in the eyes. The real leader came forward and pulled the idiot out of the way, simply demanding that Alexander exit the shuttle with the others. A smirk still played on his lips as he did so, watching as everyone else was horribly terrified of these people. It was sad to see that no one had the gumption to fight against their current situation, were they all just going to sit there and become slaves? Shaking his head, he waited for the supposed leader of this entire thing to show up, because if that other guy had been, they wouldn't need to be lined up like this. Then again, this guy seemed to not quite be the main in charge of the whole operation from a bit of observing of the man before he came down to talk to them. He had been talking to someone else, which most likely meant that he was taking orders himself and a smirk came to Alex's face with that revelation.
If that was the case then it was time to see how much he could push them, and it would be a fun experience for him as well. The man approached Alex first seeming to act like he was a cold calculating person, “So, I hear that you have been giving my lieutenant a difficult time? What do you have to say to that?” The give away was the smug expression on Alex's face, he wasn't trying to hide it here, he was just going to let it all out from this point on to see what these people were capable of. “I'm sorry, I don't talk to the Omega of the pack, only the Alpha. A bitch like you is not the Alpha considering you're taking orders here as well,” a smile took the place of the smug expression as slavers and slaves alike looked with shocked horror as to what he said. However, the leader broke his poker face all too easily as the anger was visible now, and he ordered for shackles to be brought forward.
When they were placed on his wrists, it was obvious that these guys were complete amateurs given that these shackles didn't have any kind of suppression technology built into them. This outfit was looking less and less impressive the longer that he stuck around, hopefully where ever the slaves were being taken would provide him with a bit more interesting of a time. Otherwise there was just going to be no point to him even trying to pay attention to what these people were doing here and he would just wind up destroying their entire operation completely. Not that he wouldn't do that anyways, but if he was bored he would do it with a lot more brutality than what was necessary for such a situation. When the put him along with the others into the prison cells of the ship, he began to look around for not only a means of escape but for weak spots in the guards. None of this would come in handy now, but it was something that he would have to keep in mind for when it was time to escape.
They were transported to the world that the slavers had taken over, a desolate world where there was a high demand for a work force. It was a planet that seemed to have a large deposit of minerals within it that were of incredible value and they had been brought here to mine it. Looking at the planet, so far this was a disappointing trip, but maybe if he gave it some time, that would change. He understood that sometimes he could be a bit impatient, even after the two hundred years of him being alive, it stood to reason that he was still lacking a desire to wait and work a long term plan out. It wasn't as bad as it used to be though, he was learning at least, it was more than he could say for the others around him whimpering and huddled together like weak prey. If he were to make a metaphor for it, he was a coyote in a cage with puppies, and he was doing all he could not to snap on them.
When they landed on the planet's surface, he could feel a subtle increase in the temperature for the planet, likely due to proximity to a star and density of the atmosphere. His eyes slowly wandered around the surface to make not of defensible positions as well as places he could establish traps for routing his enemies. The main building was up next for their tour of the planet, and it wasn't much to look at in his opinion, it was about five hundred meters tall. The main thought that came to his mind was that the owner was compensating for something with the building. His second thought confirmed it with a chuckle, as he was ushered in to meet with the leader...hopefully. It was always so difficult to figure out how many shmucks had been hired to prevent the true leader from having to meet with people.
Once more they were lined up to face the next person in charge of their fate, the man came down the steps with a slow stride. A smirk formed on Alexander's face as he had finally found the true leader to this organization, or at the very least, someone that was a true predator. His stride was slow and deliberate to try and intimidate the group and most of them succumbed to it. For the others it was his gaze, that of a tiger hunting its prey and staring right through to their soul. The one thing that the leader would find when his gaze settled onto the Gigakin was a gaze just like his own staring right back into him. Two beasts of power had entered into a single location and it was now going to be a game between them to see who would come out on top. It wasn't their power that flared between them either, it was simply their presence, two beings that were more than willing to shed each others blood in a contest of strength. It created a tension that could be felt by all, as they could be easily brought into it if they made the mistake to move or breath wrongly.
“Well, it looks like we have a stallion here that needs to be broken in, let's take him to the stocks and see if we can't make him a little more cooperative,” the man said with an eerie calm as the two continue to clash with their minds. It was like a game of chess, but there was something that Alexander had that this slaver did not, and that was time. He let himself be brought to the stocks, his head being locked into them and then he was whipped. Three sets with 10 lashes each, thirty lashes, and they thought it would break him of his nature? Oh these fools had no idea just who it was that they were dealing with and it was going to be such a pleasure to introduce them to something that was made to be feared. When it was done, they took him out and threw him into a cell with a woman that seemed to be more distraught over his condition than he was by a great deal.
“Oh my, what have they done to you, poor thing. Here, let me patch you up, I am the doctor of this place so to speak,” she tried to have a cheerful demeanor in this dark place. It caused an eyebrow to quirk slightly, as she tended to the lacerations on his back. Staring out the bars of his cage, all the guards put in place could see his eyes and made it a specific point to move the long way passed his cell. They might not realize it themselves, but their instincts told them that this man was not someone to mess with especially being put into a small contained room. The woman behind him seemingly unaware of what was going on, or at least, that was what he thought until she spoke up.
“You realize that's bound to put you into more trouble with possibly more lashings or worse, right?” the brown eyes glanced to the woman, who propped her head onto his shoulder to see his expression. The flickered with a mischievous glint, giving the woman the answer, and all she could do was shake her head with a soft smile. “Troublemaker, eh? Well, I hope you're as tough as you think you are, otherwise you're not going to last long. I hate to see people suffering,” she spoke, a strange hint of sadness to her tone, as he turned his head slightly towards the woman. Shrugging slightly he stood and went to the bed that was there, flopping down onto it to get some rest, or that was the plan until the woman flopped beside him.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a slightly annoyed tone, as the woman smirked at him in return, it seemed that there was something that he was missing here. “The reason you're in here with me is for breeding purposes, they pair all the men with women for that reason. Did you not notice that there was only a single bed in the room?” she laughed softly, and Alexander scanned the room to make sure she wasn't just messing with him. When he saw it was the truth, he sighed and slid himself off the bed onto the floor, this was going to be an interesting time he spent here.
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