Two days ago – Mistress Ithiria’s tower:

My Rattlesnake slides quietly in to Mistresses personal docking bay. As she comes to rest, I leave my capsule and stride to the showers and scrub vigorously – must be clean for my Mistress. Leaving the shower, I slip into a loose robe, nothing but the lacy panties she gave me underneath. Odd how I can feel utterly comfortable wearing nothing but this tiny piece of lace in Mistresses’ presence, whereas in other places, I feel naked and vulnerable – no matter how many items of clothing I’m wrapped in – without those thirty centimetre blades at my hip. I look in the mirror and put my hair up, sliding two hair pins in. Perfect.

I stow my robe and walk quietly into Mistresses’ chambers. Seeing my big sister in submission laying in Mistresses’ bed, I slip into the bed after kissing them both softly on the cheek. Good, I think, she hasn’t woken up yet, I can cuddle for a few minutes. She wakes up, a smile on her face as she notices us, “morning pets,” Mistress Ithiria says as she comes out of the world of oblivion to consciousness. “Good morning, Mistress,” we I say as Korinne enters the room, sitting on the foot of the bed, lightly fingering Mistresses’ feet. “Good morning, Mistress Ithiria. Have you slept well?” Mistress Ithiria nods, “a very very good sleep,” she replies, almost purring. Big sister smiles, “I’m glad, Mistress. Sister Dossie should disable that implant more often.” Mistress remains quiet for a moment, “Dossie, I know I said turn the implant back on in the morning, but…” she smiles softly, “turn it back on around dinner.” Big sister’s delighted smile said more then words. “That’s good… Mistress could use some private time. No worries, no stress… Just… being Mistress.”

At her request, we three sisters in submission left her chambers to cook breakfast in bed. Tea, eggs, meats, some sweet bread and a bunch of flowers Korinne excitedly picked. She’s an odd one Korinne, but I’ve known her for a long time and view her as one of my few friends. Last time I saw her get so excited was when we obliterated that Serpentis stronghold together.

We returned to our Mistresses’ chambers and presented her breakfast, the flowers being put on her bedside cabinet. I was happy. Happier then I’ve been for a long time – strange to think I’d be happy serving someone totally as though a maid.

As Mistress went in to the shower, big sister, Korinne and myself set to the task of choosing her outfit for the day. Again, an oddly enjoyable task, but not my area of expertise, attempting to accessorize an outfit for another. You may as well ask me to speak to you in the Gallente language. As we finish putting Mistresses’ outfit together, she finished her shower, dried off then allowed us to dress her.

Carmilla appears just as we finish, looking smart and well turned out. I glance at her and notice the expression on her face, something is about to happen, the voice of my mind tells me. “I can no longer be your submissive,” she said, my mind reeling. “Is that why you melted it down?”Carmilla D’Morenta pulled the brooch off her jacket and hands it over, I glance at Mistress then Carm, hand automatically going to my hip then dropping as I had nothing there.

“It doesn’t feel right,” she says as by way of explanation. Mistress steps towards Carmilla as she looks at the brooch, “why?” She asks. “Not any more… Not since… My time away,” Carmilla D’Morenta replies, “I thought I could do it… But I can’t. I can’t even lie about it just to make it look like I’m happy.” Mistress Ithiria sighs, pain showing in her eyes. “You… Lied about it?”

The details are foggy and lost beneath a bloody red mist of anger. The last thing I remember about the confrontation was hearing myself vow to wipe her filthy stain from New Eden.

Later – Ishomilken V, med bay:

I stride in to the med bay, wearing full Guristas regalia – badges of both the Guristas and The White Rabbits on each lapel of my high-collared combat jacket – and a worried expression on my face. As I enter, I see Carmilla on a medical slab with my Mistress and an unknown Minmatar woman next to her. Doctor Kim Leander pouring over readouts and medical equipment.

I glance from Dr. Leander to Carmilla, my face settling to something more neutral. Doctor Leander continues speaking, “She’s already had, from what I understand a 20 jump trip in a Stiletto, not the best thing for a critical patient. When she is capable of being moved, we shall see.” Mizhara Del’thul bristles, “this is not your choice, doctor. Ithiria, she left you, and now… she is here. Doctor, when she awakes, she is going to need someone. You are not that someone. Set up the medical bay, when she is stable… she will be moved. To the Masquerade. My big sister closes her eyes, pain on her face, but she finally moves… to stand with Mistress Ithiria, holding her tightly as Mistress responds, glaring at Mizhara as her voice hardens with each word, “she left me yes, she did not leave my corporation nor my service in it.” Doctor Leander interjects, the frustration clear on her face. “It is my choice Mizhara, she was brought to me. She is my patient until I discharge her.”

Soon after, Mistress leaves, charging us with her protection. A strange choice considering I’d vowed to kill Carmilla but a few short hours ago. I stand there, hand on the hilt of my sword just glaring at the stranger. “You never answered my question, stranger.” Mizhara Del’thul snorts indignantly, “then you didn’t listen, child. I am the one who held your big sister. I am the one who freed Carmilla. I am the one who mutilated Ithiria. For all intents and purposes, child… I am God. My eyes narrowing, hand clenching on the hilt of my sword. “My dear, while I am here, I am God. Whatever you’ve done in your past matters little. You’re on a Gurista facility and I am a commanding officer.” Korinne mutters to herself, “yea, held big sis till you smothered and broke her”

“Gurista, hmm?” Mizhara says, “pitiful pirates. No heart. No true cause. Just chaos and aimless aggression. Pathetic. Carmilla made the right choice, even taking up a job with Ithiria.” I shrug, “I kill for a living and I’m good at it.”

“Have you ever tried killing for a cause? for something that’s worth murdering for?” The vile woman responds, “I can assure you… it’s quite pleasing. Anarchy is not cause, child. I have learned much of the Guristas… They do not have one. Neither do you, truly. I can see it in your eyes. All you want is destruction.” I laughs dryly, humourlessly, “I do kill for a cause. That cause is money.”

”You ignorant fool. What greater cause is there than to fight the powers that be? To murder their ignorant and witless sheep as they stray from the heard? Without the wolves, the shepard is useless, and the herd starves to death.” Korinne responds, “if anything, we support your glittering ideals of a free utopia more than any government ever has.” Mizhara shakes her head. “Poor children. Who cares of governments? Who cares about establishments, or powers that be? Fight for what is in a heart, children. Destroy evil.. destroy falsehoods… destroy lies. A ship can be replaced. A man can be replaced… The truth… can never be destroyed.” What a preachy bitch, she doesn’t understand anything, I think as Korinne stays on the vein, “yet the powers that be try do they not? The state of the world is such that the Gallente are no less a slave state than the Amarr; the Republic no less a criminal government than the State. The only difference lies in the semantics.” Mizhara concurs, “you speak the truth… but you fail to see reality. You can never destroy the Republic, the Federation, the state or the Empire. Not by force. You must destroy the falsehoods they create. The lies around them. Reveal the truth and you can burn the cluster until something… new… rises from the ashes. I smile coldly, my hair falling over one eye as I glare defiantly at Miz. “I could care less about governments and all that nonsense. ISK and pleasure are the reasons for my slaughter. What else would the product of vengeance reap?” The preachy nonsense continues, boring me almost to sleep. Korinne raises an eyebrow before turning to glare at one of the guards, a Sebiestor male, whom she notices has been staring at her the wrong way. The Guard meets the glance and wiggles his eyebrows slightly. “Something wrong, my lady? Please, tell me, and I will soothe your aches and bring a smile upon your pretty face,” he says to Korinne, Mizhara interjects quickly, “careful, boy. You’re stepping on claimed ground.”

“Move those eyeballs, otherwise you’re liable to lose them,” Korinne says. I glance at Korinne and shake her head as the guard looks fairly unabashed, but bows his head in what can only be mockery of obedience. “Of course, my Lady, whatever you wish. I did have them removed once. Not pleasant. Survived. No trouble.” Doctor Leander shouts from behind her terminal. “Stop it, now!” Snapping her head towards the shout, her hand darting down, Korinne grimaces slightly, “yes ma’am….” she say with more than a hint of sarcasm. “I’d rather not risk my implants in crossfire, or risk my medi bay Korinne. Ignore then neanderthal and that’s an order.” The guard calmly nods at the doctor, moving to her with a smile. “Ah, Doctor. I’ve been having some slight pain in my shoulder, and old bullet wound. How much do you charge for a consultation? Mizhara Del’thul snorts at the word neanderthal, glancing at the guard. Doctor Leander points to the chair in front of her desk, “take your armour off, show me the arm.” Korinne scoffs at the guards paper thin attempt at a pick-up line making me grin. “As you work for Miz, this one ‘s on the house,” Doctor Leander says as the Guard sits down at the chair, looking very calm as he complies, showing off his sculpted upper body, covered in scars from flogging, whipping and torture, and the old bullet wound. “Thank you, Doctor.” He says. Mizhara glances over, “careful, boy. And Leander? If you get anywhere near his head, I am going to personally kill you. Doctor starts to tend to the man as Korinne gibes Mizhara. “Touchy touchy aren’t we?”

“You might not have noticed what’s on the back wall Korinne…” The Doctor says. “Do you children know who the doctor is? I would have to be extremely injured before I put myself in her care. In fact, I was… and still didn’t take it. I suggest you would consider that when you are injured,” Mizhara adds before she frowns as one guard moves to her side, whispering in her ear. In an instant she has her gun trained on the doctor. “Now… this is interesting. Why do you have Alowas’ head?” Leander shrugs, “he lost it.” Drawing my blade swiftly, the point touching Mizhara’s throat. “If you care about Carm so much, you wont pull that trigger.” Her guards training their weapons on Korinne and myself, the one in the chair just chuckling slightly as she sits and lets the doctor work. “She ‘lost’ it? Don’t fuck with me.” Mizhara asks incredulously. “Alowas was a Sansha spy. William asked me to extract… the extraction failed as the memory overlay fried the neural pathways.” Korinne blinking as the situation suddenly becomes deadly, fingering something in her jacket while trying to look nonchalant, “however, I had a neural scan, so I cryo stored the head and simply relaid the neural pathways.

“Feh… abomination. I’ve heard enough.” Mizhara replies as she aims at the jar, firing continuously down the line of jars, each bullet hitting the heads perfectly in the front. Large calibre explosive rounds. I stand there calmly, the blade not moving at all. “You will, of course be charged for all those,” an angry note in Doctor Leander’s voice. Mizhara holsters the gun, seeing there’s nothing left of Alowas head. “Certainly doctor. It’ll be in the substantial fee I’ll pay you when you move Carmilla to the Masquerade, after she’s stable.” Speaking calmly as she ignores the blade. “Who was Alowas to you Miz?” Leander asks.

“Just another slave. She just didn’t know who she was enslaved to.”

I sheath my sword and step back to where I was. The Sebestior guard keeps glancing at the doctor, then at Dossie and Korinne with various degrees of interest. But most of all, he watches Mizhara. The only times he gets any real emotion on his face. “You really are a glutton for punishment aren’t you,” Korinne says, berating the guard. He glances at Korinne with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin. “Why, whatever do you mean, my lady?”

“Oh nothing… nothing at all,” she replies, grinning and checking her neocom as it chirps. Mizhara Del’thul doesn’t move from Carmilla’s side, but her hand is suddenly on her holster. The guards reacting to Mizhara’s action. I sigh and lean against the door frame. “Please don’t cause a mess in my medi bay. I’d hate to be the poor person to clean all this up.”

“A bit… twitchy are we?” Korinne says, hand on her pistol. Mizhara glowers, “until she is safely at the Masquerade… Well, I wouldn’t suggest sneezing.” Korinne grins, “ah choo ah choo” The Sebestior is the only one who even remotely reacts. “Bless you.” Korinne smiles mirthlessly, “well aren’t you sweet.” He pretends to be taking it seriously. “Why yes, my lady. In fact, I’ve been called so sweet that ladies keep asking me to dabble my fingers in their tea to sweeten it,” he says as he smiles broadly, making Korinne turn back to the Sebiestor, “yes, but I don’t put things in my drink unless I know where they’ve been. call me crazy” I chuckle, “can I steal him? He’s got a sense of humour.”

“He’s already got a date with the doctor. But if you’re willing to share, I doubt he’ll mind.” Mizhara says. I lean back and smile benignly. “I’ll send him back to you in little bits then.” The guard just smiles. “Children… lend me your ears.” Mizhara says as her NeoComm chimes softly. “You have orders to safeguard Carmilla, yes?” I look at the dead eyed woman, “I’d do it without orders. Promises to keep.”

“Good. Because I just got news that your jobs will be a great deal easier. I recommend you notify the station commander that a sizeable fleet will soon be warping in, taking protective orbits around the station. Any ship that threatens the station… will be instantly destroyed.” Korinne pauses, “who’s fleet?” I chuckle. “Nothing will happen unless I order the station destroyed.” Mizhara Del’thul just smiles coldly at Korinne, “my fleet. The Masquerade holds many things… one of them… is the main hangar of the Del’thul family, Du’uma Fiisi, and our forces.”

“They might find that putting up positions around the stations…. difficult with the local denizens,” Korinne says. I nod, “it’s not a bad size fleet either. But it’s a waste of resources.” Mizhara just smiles at korinne and me, “nothing is a waste until Carmilla is safe, all I have goes to her protection. Keep your Guristas off their backs, and they can handle anything else. They’re all veterans of many sieges in the Empire.” Korinne blanches, “it’s not quite that simple, you don’t just camp outside someone’s home. Especially when those someone’s are heavily armed disgruntled outlaws…”

“You say you believe in truth, but the truth you’re not facing up to is you’re a show off and like to take things by force. Why do your pilots follow you? Fear most likely. I’d hardly say you have a winning personality. And the corpse look? So Sansha.” Mizhara glares at me. “The ships are here for her protection, children. No offence, but I trust the Guristas and Leander as far as I can carry this station. They won’t even lock onto a Gurista aligned ship.” I shrug and look over to Korinne. “You’re usually brimming with explosives. Pop a few for me like a good girl, will you?” Korinne pulls a grenade out of her tunic and tosses it slightly in the air and catching it, “sooo, where is this gonna go? It’s up to you.” Mizhara just ignores the grenade, my smile broadening. “I’d rather the corpse on the trolley died at my hand, but a nice big explosion in here would serve my personal agenda fine.”

“Just be quiet children,” Mizhara snaps. “You know all you need to know. Now let me and Carmilla be in peace, will you? You can come to the Masquerade and go twelve rounds with me when she’s safe. Until then, I’ve got more important matters.” Korinne flicks out the pin with a deft thumb as she continues to toss the grenade, “its just another meat puppet as far as I’m concerned.” Mizhara Del’thul narrows her eyes. “And your… sister?” I laugh, “I have no reason to fear death. I am death my dear.”

Korinne shrugs, “she doesn’t mind a little amnesia, as she’s smart enough to keep her clones updated.” I sigh and glares at Miz. “We’ve got a stalemate, haven’t we? I can either ask Korinne to press her button, or walk away,” I say as Mistress Ithiria holos in, looking annoyed staring straight at Korinne and me. “Press the button if you wish, child. I have given the terms. Carmilla will be safe, no matter what. You… tasked with the same… are trying to kill her. Why should I not just soft-clone her in the Masquerade?” Mizhara says as Korinne continues tossing the grenade, following it with her eyes, almost mesmerized, watching the reactions of the others in the room out of her peripherals, she glances at the hologram, “yes Mistress?”

“Dossie, and kor, mind explaining why your threatening a grenade in here with carm, right there?” Our Mistress asks. “They are taking offence to the added defensive measures I’ve taken… A fleet, supporting the station defences.” Mizhara Del’thul says as she grins coldly. “Making sure no… money-strong capsuleers… can pay off the pirate scum to gain access.” Shrugging, I spit in Mizhara’s face and walk out. “Whatever, I’ll kill you another day.”

Much later – Manjonako V:

I enter my private chambers. Passing the opulent golden chair I favour, not even deigning to acknowledge my servants as they bow to me. I cross directly to the striking white marble statue directly opposite the entrance, kneeling before it. I look at the beautiful sculpture of my patron, two of the four arms held out in benediction. Looking at the crimson smeared blade in one of it’s right hands, to the spike-tipped lash in a left. The second set of arms, crossed over the body as if waiting to welcome me into their deadly embrace. I bow again, my forehead touching the cold stone toes, then stand slowly, my head barely level with the statue’s breasts, I take a step back and slide around to the back of my patron’s visage, pushing through the thick, purple velvet curtain.

Kneeling at the altar, an offering as befits my patron led before it. “Am I becoming weak, or is this a new direction?” I ask, the two naked women in front of the altar ignoring me, captured in their drug fuelled sexual ecstasy. Walking over to the women, “it is time,” I say as I leave the altar room, hearing their soft gasps as they finish the rites.

Today – Mistress Ithiria’s tower:

Naked, I yawn and stare across the pond, lost in my thoughts as Korinne stares at the stars as she lays on the grass near the pond beside an elder tree, her hands under her head, restless a Caldari woman stops looking at the two girls and walking forward “alright, who are you” her uniform that of a Deritan paladin, but the mark of Mistresses’ head paladin and personal guard. I raise an eyebrow and look at the Caldari woman. “I am me, and you are?”

“I asked first, and in my Lady’s tower, I do…” she stops seeing the collar, “never mind, you’re one of her submissives or pets?” She says. “Pets dear. I’d still like an answer of who you are.” I respond. “Paladin Commander Raven, Head of my Lady’s personal guard. But you can just call me Raven.” I shrug in response, “uniforms can be faked, but as you’re in Mistresses’ tower, you’re either gifted or allowed. I’m Dossie.”

“Pleased to meet you Dossie, and With the security protocols on this tower, Gifted wouldn’t help.” I smile. “Likewise Raven.” My attention going back to the pond. Raven smiles and moves over to Korinne, “since you’re in here, and seeing my Lady has at least one new pet I would assume you are to?” Korinne ignores Raven and continues staring out, lost in thought, somewhere far away from here. Sitting down, Raven pokes Korinne who ignores her. “Don’t you have something else to do?” Korinne asks shortly. “I am doing my job, and trying to find out who you are, so no, not really,” Sighing, “what do you want,” she responds in a monotone. “To know who you are. And why your in the tower, though I already assume your a pet of hers but what’s your name?”

“If it will make you go away faster, Korinne.” I chuckle softly. Raven smiles, “Well that wasn’t so hard now was it, names raven. So why you zoned off so deep in thought?” She asks, “maybe because its slightly more constructive than witless banter and dumb questions,” Korinne replies hotly. “Its not a dumb question your both here, staring either off into space or into the pond so you’re both thinking of things, and well, wanting to know is never dumb. Korinne raises an eyebrow, still not meeting the woman’s gaze, “well at least you’re not a complete moron.”

“No, morons sit there, using the limited vocabulary to insult and misdirect questions asked of them, so tell me, what are you thinking?” Emitting something between a scoff and a laugh, “hah.” Chuckling, I lay back, pulling the hair pin out and idly turning it through my fingers. “I’m just wondering if I did the right thing yesterday.” Rave looks at me, “what did you do?”

“I didn’t wake up in a fresh clone this morning. So really it’s a question of what I didn’t do.”

“Then what didn’t you do? She looks at korinne, “oh don’t think I forget about you, but the more intelligence of talking to solve something won out, I’ll be back to you in a moment.” I look at her as I reply, “I didn’t tell her,” nodding over to Korinne, “to pull the pin, thus defusing a situation.” I chuckle softly, “in more ways then one. How much can a clone hold in explosive, Kor?”

“Depends, whether they’re transfused or implanted, and how much you’re willing to cut out to make room. in my particular case though, enough to kill everyone within a 50 meter radius outright,” Korinne answers offhand, still looking up. I dig the hairpin into the ground, growling a single word under her breath, “Mizhara…” tenses at the word, Raven asks slowly, “what did that fucking cunt do this time” I shrug as I reply, “didn’t die when I wanted her to. She will sometime in the future. Just need to find when the rivers cross…” my voice trailing off. “Her time will come, but why didn’t you blow her up if I may ask?” “Carmilla…” I sigh, “although destroying the medibay would’ve fulfilled one promise.” Korinne mumbles, “I still kinda wish she hadn’t caught it…”

“Carmilla was there, well then it is good you did not.” I shrug again, “I’ve already told her I’ll kill her. Guess it wasn’t her time.” She looks at me, “Told who, Mizhara or Carm?” She asks, “both. Just waiting for the rivers…” my voice trailing off again. “A suggestion if I may.” Says Raven, “focus on Mizhara, don’t touch Carm Not if you care for Ithi.” Glaring at the Caldari woman, I say flatly, “I do care about Mistress, that’s why Carm isn’t dead and Korinne and myself are still in old clones.” She sighs. “Good, I have been with Ithi now, shit, going on thirty years or so, and harming Carmilla, would be like harming you two, and personally I like Ithi as she is, not in fusion mode,” chuckling at what she said, “I’ve seen the way Mistress handles a blade. Beautiful and deadly, a good combination.”

“Tell ya what, I’ll make you a deal,” she says in a conversational tone, “you two each can ask me any five questions about Ithi you want, as long as I get to as two of each of you in return.” Sitting up, I look around. “Anything?” Raven nods, “anything.” A grin spreading across my face as I chuckle, “How does she like her eggs?” Raven giggles, “scrambled,” she says, sending Kor and myself in to a giggle fit.


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