Free Fleet #03 No Rest for the Wicked by Michael Chatfield

Author:Michael Chatfield [Chatfield, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter - Control

Overseer Marhtu sat upon his pillows as military leader Jelum bowed as low as he possibly could.

He stayed like that until Marhtu told him to rise.

“Are the communications ready?” Marhtu asked.

“Yes, my overseer. We have the videos ready to make it look as if Salchar is meeting people.”

“Good. Do you have everything that you need to break the communications code of these ships?” Marhtu asked as his Shafio Orv fed him.

“Almost. Your Orv have worked for a day and a half now but still these stubborn creatures have not revealed all of their secrets. They have been hard to break.”

“Are you saying that my Orv are not up to the task of breaking them?” Marhtu said conversationally.

“No, my overseer!” Jelum said as he prostrated himself again in front of Marhtu.

Marhtu let his hand glide over the Shafio's gelatinous mouth cavity, which had the strength and elasticity to separate his arm from his body in seconds. Marhtu shivered in excitement at the control he held over the Orv, a beautiful female that had been thought the best in her community. Until he turned them into his creatures and their gentle and kind manners were removed. Replaced with nothing but the feeling of pain.

He ran his hand over the implant in the Shafio's brain sac.

“What were you saying, Jelum?”

“They seem to become more resilient after being trained by the Syndicate. The large ones seem to feel the most pain but also have the most courage.”

“Have you showed him the fate of the first team?”

“The Orv say they are waiting to use it, letting them to have some hope before breaking it,”

“Good. We do not want them having a shred of hope that they will merely become slaves.”

Marhtu looked to the slaves around him. All of them touched, creatures that would do anything for him.

“Be a seat for Jelum,” Marhtu pointed to two of them. Jelum shuffled forward, sitting on the slaves, looking at the ground still.

Marhtu had grown his empire from the people within this room. Outside of his tower they had been criminals, politicians that had gone against him and those that had come into power through one way or another. All of them had been touched by Marhtu's Orv, and each of them had become his slaves. So subdued he could sleep with all of them in his room without worry.

Fear and power rule all, Marhtu thought.

“What does the informant aboard their flagship say?”

“He has sent us information on the main ships capabilities. He wants us to tell him what other ships are in the formation so he can tell us what they do. He cannot see them himself.”

“Does he still believe that we will take power away from this Free Fleet in his home system and return it to his leader?”

“Yes. We have promised him one of the Battle cruisers as well,” Jalum said into the floor. The slave’s frail bodies weren't even shaking under the military leader’s bulk.

Marhtu indicated a liquour bottle with a casual wave of his hand.

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