Nemene stalked down bleak metal halls illuminated by florescent lighting, her raven black hair glimmering slightly and her purple gold lined dress fluttering by the sheer force of the wind she herself produced.
The Queen was on a mission, a book clutched to her breast and a fierceness to her steps. She wandered through the halls for a few minutes, her hair flipping from side to side and her stride somehow speaking of anger. Most of the men and women who passed her in the halls gave her a wide birth, they knew by now not to cross her, they were not slaves of course, but they knew very well who they had sworn themselves to, and what she could do when she was upset.
She turned down the hall, heading towards the bottom of the ship, to where the slaves were kept.
The ten SV-303 frigates that Nemene had purchased from Jared had been converted into slave ships. Each of them had been painted a sheer matte black, no symbols or flags painted on the side to identify them. Even their codes registered as nothing. The ships were by all accounts non-existant, slaver ships had to be.
Now however one of the ships had been converted to suite an entirely different purpose.
Nemene stalked down the final hall of the ship, turning into what was once the Cargo bay and letting the massive set of blast doors slide open. Inside was darkness, no light and no noise except the rattling of chains. As the Queen stepped inside light flickered into being, and a single figure tied to the middle of the floor was revealed.
“Wake up.” Nemene called to her sister. “I have something for you.”
The Queen was on a mission, a book clutched to her breast and a fierceness to her steps. She wandered through the halls for a few minutes, her hair flipping from side to side and her stride somehow speaking of anger. Most of the men and women who passed her in the halls gave her a wide birth, they knew by now not to cross her, they were not slaves of course, but they knew very well who they had sworn themselves to, and what she could do when she was upset.
She turned down the hall, heading towards the bottom of the ship, to where the slaves were kept.
The ten SV-303 frigates that Nemene had purchased from Jared had been converted into slave ships. Each of them had been painted a sheer matte black, no symbols or flags painted on the side to identify them. Even their codes registered as nothing. The ships were by all accounts non-existant, slaver ships had to be.
Now however one of the ships had been converted to suite an entirely different purpose.
Nemene stalked down the final hall of the ship, turning into what was once the Cargo bay and letting the massive set of blast doors slide open. Inside was darkness, no light and no noise except the rattling of chains. As the Queen stepped inside light flickered into being, and a single figure tied to the middle of the floor was revealed.
“Wake up.” Nemene called to her sister. “I have something for you.”