The Ambitions of the Viceroy

Posted on Sun Sep 20th, 2020 @ 5:19am by Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: Above a Primitive World near the Edge of Explored Space
Timeline: Mirror Universe
753 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

*Trigger Warning for all those who apply: Mirror Arrianna is a cruel, sociopathic, slaving, monster. You've been warned.*

A young woman lounged in a throne on her warship staring at the view screen. The large dreadnought held position above a world that was burning. She was wearing the most vain clothing imaginable. Everything about her was vanity, From the expensive dresses and clothing she wore, to her blue blooded voice and bearing.

"Lady Viceroy, we brought this world's rulers as you commanded." The guards pushed several ministers to the ground and forced them to bow before her.

"Very interesting General." Arrianna mentioned. "Do inform your people to surrender, and submit to their taskmasters? It will go a lot easier for them if they simply accept their new station. Otherwise... Oh I'm afraid it would get nasty for the survivors of your world. We simply cannot sell good slaves when they're dead." Arrianna mentioned.

"Never!! You monster!!!" The Prime Minister noted.

"Ahh... Bravado..." The guard handed Arrianna a remote and she pressed it. A Collar around the Prime Minister's neck went active and electricity arced from it as the Prime Minister was tortured. He then screamed loudly.

"Now, I will have slaves to sell one way or another, Prime Minister." Arrianna mentioned as she stood, walking around him.

"Are you going to torture me more, you whore?"

"Mind your tongue." Arri snapped and gave him more of his slave collar's torture. "Slaves don't speak to their mistress unless they are spoken to." He screamed some more. "Your will is so strong Prime Minister, but I wonder. I've broken stronger wills into my service before. I know what will break you." Arrianna picked up a fan and walked from her bridge to the tubrolift. Taking the Prime Minister into the bowels of her dreadnought. He could hear the screaming as his people were being tortured inside many Agony Booths.

"You... You animal. You wretch." Arri shook her head and pushed the button to the Prime Minister's slave collar again. He was going to get it as long as he spoke out of turn without being asked. He screamed in agony for a good five or so minutes before Arri shut off his agonizer collar. Bu this time the Turbolift had arrived. The Viceroy was just entertaining herself by inflicting gratuitous suffering on some lesser savage race suitible for labor and entertainment. She walked out into the ship's slave pits to show the Prime Minister his people being broken with endless torture.

"You'd be surprised how effective this is. The strongest only lasts about say. Tribune? What's the record?" Arrianna asked.

"Two Days, Lady Viceroy."

"It took two days to break a slave. Throw that slave breaker into his own Agony Booth, for the same amount of time." Arrianna turned towards the Prime Minister. Chain him to the wall, and let him watch. I'll give him five days to watch what is becoming of his people before he orders their surrender. In the mean time, I want merchandise to sell. Try to make sure they're all properly broken this time. The affair with the Kzinti was unpleasant. I had to give them back their money."

"That is because the Gorzanti had abnormal pain tollerances." The Slave-Breaker noted.

"Now where to sell this race of scum..." Arrianna pondered. "Hmm... Who would offer the best price. The Terrans? Or the Erisians? They're probably both at war with each other, and are certainly in the need for heavy labor. Oh I wish we could get that reasearch done on the Borg's technology. Linking these half-wits to a collective mind and depriving them of their individuality will make me enough treasure to buy land and influence in the Emperor's Court. I can also arrange for the assassination of the Grand Vizier and take his place as Empress Alena's right hand." Arrianna went up to her throne room to plot more. "But I wonder, both empires need slaves, and both might be willing to pay generously for worker drones to toil in the factories. I could feed their war economies until I'm the richest woman in this quadrant. Then... all will know my glory." The woman continued plotting and glorifying herself for at least an hour before she began to drink. But inside her cruel mind was fear and cowardice. She often locked the doors and erected forcefields in her own dreadnought, many of her crew had agonizers and poison implants implanted into their spines.

She was a master at slavery.