Posted by Jaiturk (PIT) in Demanding my Due

Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Demanding my Due

Posted by Jaiturk (PIT) in Demanding my Due
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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–

Vash entered the office and smiled. Even to her father she was alluring. She moved with grace and sensuality. She had learned her trade well, but Serrala wouldn’t keep her because of her.mixed heritage. Vash would not have stayed anyway. She had bigger plans. She adored her father and she intended to run his business when the time came. “Kla’sh, f’dactla en gleb’n vra’sh’tl.” (Yes, I want to discuss business.)

She glanced at the comm panel having clearly overheard the ‘discussion.’ “Kolarn vra’xl’n. K’laxm sh’k’la’tn. K’laxm f’dagr’l en vra’sh’tl axm k’la’d’n.” (Kolarn will have to be dealt with. He is slippery. He keeps trying to find loopholes.)

“Tahedri, kla’d’n uta’n juna’sh. K’lar’stla en vra’sh’tl kla’d’n axm juna’sh.” (Father, I am your only heir. The clan does not respect me as your heir.) It was clear she was unhappy with this.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

She certainly was something to behold, and as much as he could appreciate what she had learned and the accomplishments of buying her freedom so young, it did not change her heritage. It did not change her standing.

“Gleb’n, gleb’n axm en. K’lar’stla en vra’sh’tl en axm juna’sh, jarra’xl’n f’dagr’l en. Axltr’dn, k’la’d’n juna. Kla’d’n f’dactla sh’k’la’tn axm en. En vra’sh’tl en k’lar’stla.” He spoke a little condescendingly. His meaning was clear. She needed to understand her lot in life and that her ambitions would not take her far in Orion society.

Vashkilu knew her father lived her, but he was a traditionalist. He should have refused to take her when her mother pawned her off on him. But no, he had thought her heritage would bring her a fine price after Serrala’s school. He should have known better. She was not afraid of the violence. She was well trained and an excellent fighter. Something she also kept hidden.

“Kla’d’n f’dagr’lu’n en vra’sh’tl axm en. Kla’d’n gleb’n en sh’k’la’tn axltr’dn. Kla’d’n dgreilt en vra’xl’n jarra’xl’n f’dagr’l en. Axltr’dn, juna. Tiradosir vaj’n k’lar’stla axm sh’drak’n. Jarra’xl’n f’dagr’l en, k’la’d’n gleb’n vra’sh’tl.” He explained, hoping she wouldn’t get all fired up as she had in the past. The clan wouldn’t see her as his heir, she must know that to be true. She had the opportunity to live a life of luxury without worry, and his little spring flower needed to simply listen and understand that.

—Mezerc—

“Jarra’xl’n.” (No, they will not.) That was because her father would not. If he would treat her as a true heir then the rest would fall in line. Vash knew he would not, and it was moot to argue over it.

“F’dagr’l tahedri axltr’dn? Uta’n jarra’xl’n f’dagr’lu’n axm kla’d’n axm juna. K’laxm vra’xl’n kla’d’n gleb’n axm tiradosir uta axltr’dn kla’d’n f’dagr’lu’n axm tahedri.” (What happens when you are gone, father? Your Lieutenant will not pamper me and keep me as a princess. He will use me or sell me to a cruel master to punish me for the way you always lavished me.) He had to know it was true. The man was excellent for the business, but her father had had to threaten and punish him more than once for his behavior toward her.

“Juna’sh, kla’d’n sh’k’la’tn axm vra’xl’n. Axltr’dn, en vra’sh’tl. Uta’n jarra’xl’n k’la’sh’rta axm gleb’n. F’dagr’l kla’d’n tr’ax’l gleb’n axltr’dn.” He replied as he considered the issues at hand with his plans. He knew she was right and that her concerns were more than valid. The man he considered a brother, his second in command, had more than once tried his luck and pushed the boundaries with his little spring flower to the point he had been shot for his insubordination. If Mezerc were gone, he would have his way and his revenge.

“Kla’d’n f’dactla en tr’ax’l gleb’n axm jarra’xl’n Orion vra’sh’tl. Axm pr’dyn, axltr’dn. Kla’d’n gleb’n axm Uta Veknic vra’xl’n sh’k’la’tn gleb’n. Kla’d’n f’dactla en vra’xl’n kla’d’n gleb’n, axltr’dn f’dagr’l tahedri axltr’dn, kla’d’n dgreilt en vra’sh’tl axm gleb’n vra’sh’tl.” (I want you to find me work with a non Orion pirate crew. Loyal to the Syndicate of course. My time with Captain Veknic will find me good work. I want to build my own fortune, so when you are gone I can still live as your little spring flower.) Vash knew if her father thought she was being cooperative, making a plan that fell into his plans, just in her own way, he was more likely to do as she asked.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“K’la’sh, juna’sh. En sh’k’la’tn axm gleb’n. En f’dagr’l en vra’sh’tl axm kla’d’n gleb’n. F’dagr’l en vra’xl’n en gleb’n. Kla’d’n tr’ax’l gleb’n axm Terran vra’sh’tl. Gleb’n axm en vra’xl’n tiradosir, axltr’dn!” He replied to the idea, a genius one he thought as he knew the risks of letting her live that pampered life would end the second he were to perish or lose control. This way she could truly strike out on her own and make something of her life. She could always use his name as a threat, she and whatever crew she joined would have the full backing of his crew, but she would also know it couldn’t be a free ride. She would still need to work, to scrape, and to steal. He was proud of her, his little spring flower was all grown up.

–Mezerc

“Kla’sh’rta tahedri. (Thank you, Father.)” Vashkilu stood from her seat and walked around his desk. Even now, she was suptle and graceful. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. She leaned against the desk, half sitting. “Vra’sh’tl axm gleb’n sh’k’la’tn. Gleb’n axltr’dn en f’dactla. Vra’sh’tl axm f’dagr’lu’n sh’k’la’tn. Kla’d’n k’la’sh’rta axm gleb’n, axltr’dn. (Preparations for the feast tonight are complete. The meal is exactly as you have ordered. The entertainment has been prepared. I will be leading it of course.)”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Sh’k’la’tn. K’la’sh’rta vra’xl’n gleb’n. Kla’d’n f’dactla en vra’sh’tl axm kla’d’n. En tr’ax’l kla’d’n dgreilt vra’sh’tl axm Terran vra’sh’tl. K’laxm vra’sh’tl en k’lar’stla axm kla’d’n. Kla’d’n uta axm en tahedri, axltr’dn.” Mezerc replied as he clapped his hands together with a smile. He had one captain lined up who seemed to be able to handle Vash, a Captain Noril, who he had done some dealings with in the past.

As time drew closer to the feast, Mezerc dressed in his finest, strapping an ornamentaly decorated disruptor his his hip, a dagger to the other, and a robe across his shoulders. He entered the hall, waiting for Vash to join him and pose for when Noril would enter and see the lavish display on offer, the prize jewel being his own daughter.

–Mezerc–

Vash was there right on time. Her skin was smooth and listened with the oil she had applied to it. She was bald like her Deltan mother, so instead of lavish hair styles and rich curls, Vash had a jeweled and precious metal head band of chains. Her clothes were rich and lavish, but also barely there. She had anklets and bracelets and a coin belt that simmered and chimed delicately as she walked barefoot through the hall. “All is prepared. I am at your disposal father.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator