Before anyone could do anything else I stepped up to the counter and drew the shop keeper's attention. He may have just bought my ship but he wasn't getting to keep it without appreciating what it meant to me. And Icaan had clearly forgotten his promise.
"Can you hold onto it for a little while?" I asked. "I want to try and persuade whoever buys me to buy it. She's been my ship from the beginning."
There was an awkward silence and the shopkeeper glanced at Icaan. The ex royal frowned but nodded.
"I did promise her that I'd ask you to," he said with a frustrated sigh. I couldn't be sure if he was annoyed at me for bringing it up or annoyed at himself for not saying it sooner.
"Well, I won't turn down a good offer if one comes along, but I won't be listing it until it's repaired either. It would buy y
I tried not to fidget as I sat down on the chair beside Icaan and watched as the two Frentin entered my details into some sort of slave database. I was interviewed briefly about my capabilities and I did my best to provide them with useful information as if I was eager to find a buyer who appreciated me.Mostly I focused on every detail Icaan had told me about what people might be looking for, but I also made a point about being a good mechanic and pilot. If nothing else it meant there was a chance someone would come along who wanted me for what I could do rather than how good I was to screw."I must admit," the guy said as he sat back, "this one is a lot calmer than they normally are. And not as unraveled by being close to us.""No, Jet has a better understanding of her situation and she seems to be able to resist the more subtle eff
I let Hentin lead me away from the room, taking me back out of it again and into the shop momentarily. I considered running then and there, but I knew I needed to be much more sneaky. I had to get out of the place while no one was noticing. If I ran I'd be hunted quickly.Wanting to at least appear slightly nervous, I glanced out of the shop anyway, but I only let my gaze linger on it a moment. Just enough to make it obvious I'd considered it but not needed anyone to warn me it was a bad idea.Hentin took another door and led me into what could only have been described as something a bit like a hotel with no reception desk. There were rooms with numbers on the doors lining the corridors. Some of them were open, the sounds of people talking within them. Others were closed.We traveled down the corridors past about six rooms and then he
Simbir looked me over suddenly not looking so bored and came closer. I held still, knowing this was going to impact how much I was trusted. He'd told me that some hormones had little to no effect, so I just had to pretend that was happening with him, even if it wasn't.Slowly, the Frentin male came closer, reaching to put his hands around my waist. I didn't hide all of my nervousness, but I kept cooperative. Somehow I simply had to resist but appear willing to try.Before he could do more than pull me close and try to encourage me to lean into him and inhale, there was the sound of something clattering in one of the rooms. Immediately the woman in there let out a frustrated yell and more bangs and shouts followed."It seems we'll need to come back to this," he said as he pulled away."What's wrong?"
The corridor outside was quiet but I was careful anyway, opening the door only a fraction and peeking out. Now I had to balance getting out of the room before Simbir came back and avoiding anyone else moving through the slave compound.It remained quiet and I saw no one so I put the cover back on the door lock making sure the wires were unconnected so no one else inside could open it and moved further out and pulled the door shut behind me. It clicked and locked again.This was it. If I didn't get away now I would probably never get another good chance for some time. I had to find a way now. Moving down the hallway back to the shop front I tried not to shake too much. I'd never had so much adrenaline coarse through me. My heart raced in my chest, so hyped that I could feel it.Still I moved onward, constantly listening and constantly
I growled as the slaver leaned in and tried to kiss my neck. At the same time I reached for the knife I'd stolen and held it against his side, putting on enough pressure I knew he'd feel it.He lifted his head as I growled at him."Do you really think my master, Icaan, the royal prince himself, would send his slave out here if she couldn't handle herself and resist Frentin who didn't respect the rules?" I demanded, sounding braver and far fiercer than I truly felt.Fear was keeping me lucid enough to manage to show the anger I also felt.He studied me."Icaan? I don't believe you. He's-""Not a real prince right now. I know. Which is why he's only finally kept a slave because he found one who doesn't melt the second one of you l
As I finally spotted the number I needed on the wall I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and my tired legs found a new burst of speed.I rounded the corner to see the docking bay and several familiar ships. Not all of them were ones I recognised, but many were, including Icaan's. I hesitated, aware that if I could see his ship then his could probably see me. While there was a chance Icaan would be doing something else and not paying attention, there was also a chance he would be.After taking a deep breath and studying the ships before me, I darted to the left and around behind a different ship. Icaan had parked my vessel on the left side of his and it gave me a chance to sneak up to mine without him seeing me.Of course, I then had to tackle the problem of getting my ship up and out of the area without getting caught, but so far I
Trying not to panic, I focused on what I could hear. The mechanic was making enough noise that at least every few minutes I could hear him as he got on with the task.As time ticked by, I began to ache, the areas of me resting on containers hurting the most. Now and then I tried to shift, but I was wedged in around the contents of the cargo box and wary of making too much noise.I froze and strained my ears to hear as I heard someone bang loudly on the side of the hull."Coming!" the mechanic yelled. Once more I heard his footsteps as he came through to the cargo hold and moved to the hatch. It opened with a lot more noise."Enforcers?" the Frentin engineer said in a slightly higher pitch. "What can I do to help you?""We're looking for the slave who used to own t
Sitting in the seat, I strapped in and then my jaw fell open. On the HUD was a timer and instructions on exiting the dock. The mechanic had already applied to leave and I didn't have long to wait before I could fly right out of here.For a moment I didn't know what to do with myself. I had a free run to fly out of there and try to get out of Frentin space.It was only as I finally thought about that part of the journey that I realized I wasn't ready. I didn't have any food. There was clearly plenty of water, and I'd got more than enough fuel now as well, but food. I was going to need to eat something.Panicked, I tried to unstrap and get up, but the timer only had a few minutes left on it.There was only one way I might have time to find food. If the cargo crates sat nearby had any in. But I'd only