The life that was, and the life that is. (Role call post)

Posted on Wed Jan 3rd, 2024 @ 2:05am by Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik}

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Quarters
877 words - 1.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Heather was sat on the sofa, a pillow behind her back, feet up with a blanket draped over her legs. Now she was approaching her seventh month of pregnancy she was on reduced duties, down to bare minimum near enough. She had to admit she was enjoying the peace and quiet, and chance to rest whilst Cody was at nursery, not that she didn’t enjoy having him there with her. She didn’t want to change his usual routine just because she was at home more now.

Looking at the very first photo of herself with Fernando, which hung on the wall, Her thoughts drifted back to her prior life and what it had been like.

~ USS Wildcat, A lot of years ago ~

All hell was breaking loose! The USS Wildcat was under heavy unprovoked attack from ships that had ambushed her. In Sickbay Heather was rushing around doing her job, triaging injured crew who were piling in through the doors. Moments later there was a loud explosion, so loud it knocked everyone off their feet, last Heather remembered was flying through the air before she landed flat on the deck unconscious.

~ Slaver Encampment, Somewhere ~

Heather awoke with a groan, as she opened her eyes she came to realise that she wasn't aboard the Wildcat anymore, instead she was in a medical complex she didn't recognise. Her uniform was gone and she was wearing a very skimpy outfit that left nothing to the imagination, there were straps holding her down on an examination table and there was a crude old fashioned drip in her arm, attached to something that was being pumped into her body. Whatever it was, it was making her head spin.

A gruff voice close by but out of her field of vision is heard. "This slave is awake." An Orion came into view. "Slave, you are receiving drugs to keep you docile until you can be sold and your new master decides what to do with you. You will soon be bound to prevent any escape attempts. Welcome to your new life." He laughed evilly.

"What?...where are my ship's crew?" She looked around. Just trying to think was making her head spin, whatever it was she was being pumped full of it was strong.

"Don't fight it my dear" The doctor appeared alongside her. "You can't fight, just let the drugs do their work and be a nice obedient girl." He looked at the guards. "A little while longer...she's almost through her first dose. Then you can take her to her cell."

The guard nodded and leered at Heather, "Crew?" He laughed sharply, "You mean the other slaves? You'll join them once the doctor is finished here. Then you will be collared and bound and placed in a cell. Oh. you'll lose your clothes as well." He laughed without humor. Letting the truth and horror of the moment sink in.

Heather's head swam as the drugs kicked in, next thing she knew she was on her way to a cell. Manhandled by the guards she was dragged along past other cells, some with men in before passing to a women's section where she caught glimpses of women in various states of undress as she was dragged along to an empty cell. Dragged inside she was left at the mercy of the guards.

"Welcome to your new life slave. Get use to it." The guards said as they tossed her into the cell. "You have no name other than slave and that is what you will answer to. Your previous life is over. Your new purpose is to please your new master in whatever role he decides for you to have."

"I don't...have a master!!" She flopped down onto the hard cold bed in the cell. There was a single dirty blanket with which to cover herself. The only food was bread and water not that she felt like eating, her head was spinning and she just wanted to lie down.

"Correction slave. You do not have a master yet but that will change. I can promise you that." The guard sneered at her.

Heather shook her head. "I am no slave!! The Federation will come for us! Just you wait and see!!"

The guard snorted and laughed. "You hold on to that dream slave. Your Federation can look all they want but they will never find you. Your in our hands now."

Heather shook her head. "No...they will come for us!" She lay down on the bed. "They will come...just you wait and see!"

"Foolish slave. You will soon see how wrong you are." The guard said laughing as he walked away leaving Heather to think on her new life as a slave.

~ Now ~

It had seemed like a lifetime before rescue in the form of Fernando had arrived, he’d saved her from her master and in doing so he’d gotten her safe. In the process she’d fallen head over heels in love with him, that had never changed. She was proud to be Mrs De La Rosa, wife and soon to be mother to their second child. Smiling she picked up her book and opened it on the next page to read.

{OFF}