Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Demanding my Due
Vashkilu had been home with her father for a month now. She had barely turned 15 before buying her freedom from Serrala’s Courtesan Training Center. She was chafing at the work. She was the youngest slave to ever buy her freedom, and this was the second time she’d done it. She wanted to run her father’s business. She was smart, skilled, and knew how to use power. Though, she wasn’t power hungry. No one took her seriously because she was ‘half’ Deltan. They always focused on that, as if her mother’s blood weakened her. Vashkilu had kept the Deltan skills she had mastered all on her own a secret. Let people underestimate her, all the better. But now she was bored and wanted more. She had turned 16 a few days before. She was going to get nowhere here. Her father doted on her, but that didn’t get her the position she wanted. It was time to go make her own fortune.

She sought out her father. She would, once again, request he find a benefactor for her. She would willingly return to the servitude of another, so that she could build her fortune and return to take over. She knocked on the door of his office, “tahedri (patriarch)?”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Mezerc had been working tirelessly to build the business to the position it now sat. The man was proud of his work and in all his years he counted himself a very fortunate man. It had been lonely work, of course there were the slaves and every lieutenant and grunt of his followed his orders, but each and every one of them would plunge a dagger into his heart if given the chance. He was in the middle of a meeting, a mining company he had extorted before had the audacity to resist a protection payment and Mezerc was furious. Of course, the payment he demanded was high, even when compared to their latest installment, but he was the man with the guns, and they were going to pay. He had no idea Vash was on the other side of his door, she would have heard him shouting at the man on the other end of the transmission “Kolarn, f’dagr’l en vaj’n. Kla’d’n tr’ax’l en sh’drak’n uta’n. Jarra’xl’n en k’lar’stla. Jarra’xl’n en k’lar’stla d’mal’n en d’mal’n k’lar’stla. F’dactla en tr’ax’l’n gleb’n axm tr’a’d’n. Axm f’dagr’l’n, sh’drak’n en vra’xl’n d’mal’n en d’mal’n vra’xl’n gleb’n. D’mal’n vra’xl’n gleb’n axltr’dn! K’laxm f’dactla?”

With that he ended the transmission and heard the door opening where he turned to see who dared to interrupt his business, his heart warmed as he smiled and waved her in warmly saying, “Vashkilu, k’la’d’n juna. F’dagr’lu’n en kla’sh’rta axm kla’d’n. Kla’d’n tr’ax’l en gleb’n f’dactla?”

–Mezerc–