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                                 Fantasy/mindstar.09
                               Jeff Buser - (C) 1990
                            Those Of A Mindstar Born - 9
           Wendy wasn't quite sure why she was with the team.  They surely didn't need a 
           control systems specialist for something as simple as a remote detonator, and 
              she couldn't think of anything else they would need her for.  But Sarah 
             always swore by 'better safe than sorry' so here she was, waiting for the 
             shuttle to descend.  In a matter of minutes Carli and Akira would be here 
            with others from his crew to wreak havok upon the invaders.  It was all so 
           foreign to Wendy that she could hardly anticipate what her feelings would be 
               upon completion of the mission, exhiliration or repulsion, who knew. 
                   Unexpectedly, the communicator she carried burst into life.  
             Akira's voice, under some unknown strain, shouted, "We thought you should 
           hear this in case things get really hairy up here and we don't make it . . ."
            Her voice urgent, Wendy activated the communicator, "Open channel, lock on 
                            current frequency.  Hello Akira, what . . ."
               But before she could finish, Sarah had sprung forward and knocked the
                   communicator from her hand.  "Close that channel," she hissed.
                                        "But they're . . ."
             "Do it!  Whatever's happening, we can't give ourselves away no matter how 
                    worried you are about your lover.  Now close that channel"!
                Wendy complied, stunned.  The chatter on the communicator continued.
            "Kirellian Federation Free Trader 'Morning on Loriar', Registration Number 
            AT-4917912346H, this is Imperial Battle Carrier 'Deaths Head'.  Stand to be 
                                             boarded".
           "'Deaths Head', this is the First Officer of the 'Morning on Loriar', we copy 
            your message, but question the authority on which you base your demand.  We 
             are a vessel of the Kirellan Federation, and protected by the Writ of the 
                 Free Planets.  We will allow no boarding attempt by your vessel".
                  "'Morning', this is 'Deaths Head'.  Please put your captain on".
                                   "The captain is not on board".
            "Then you, as first officer, are acting captain in his absence and I advise 
           you to stand down from battle stations and prepare to be boarded.  If you do 
                 not comply, then you will be blown from the sky like all pirates".
                                      "But you have no . . ."
            "I have the authority of the Emperor and the authority of my guns, and that 
            is all the authority I need.  If your shields are not deactivated and your 
           weapon pods retracted within five minutes, we will open fire.  'Deaths Head' 
                                               out".
             The channel went dead.  "My god, an Imperial battle carrier, here," Wendy 
                      whispered in disbelief.  "What's going to happen to us"?
            "Get a grip on yourself," Sarah admonished.  "We don't even know what they 
                                             want yet".
             "It doesn't matter.  They're here and they're going to take whatever they 
                                 want, and we all know what it is".
            "That's enough.  We have a plan and we're sticking to it.  When the shuttle 
            arrives, we unload the gear and proceed before the Imperials can coerce the 
            government into cooperating.  It would take everything they've got to break 
            through the planetary defense batteries, so they'll try bribery first, and 
                 then intimidation before they resort to force.  By that time the 
                               Prophylactan's ship will be history".
           "Why?  What difference does it make with that carrier hanging over our heads? 
           Once they've landed, and they will, eventually, they'll just round us up and 
                                             kill us".
             "I've told you for the last time to lock it up.  We'll deal with the Imps 
                      when they get here, but for now we've got a job to do".
           As if on cue, the shuttle appeared over the ridge and settled into the rocky 
           valley.  Akira emerged, hands on his head.  Behind him came the shuttle crew 
             and the volunteers from the ship, also apparently captive.  Sarah and her 
           troops stayed under cover, weapons leveled at the shuttle airlock.  Finally, 
             Carli and two of her assistants emerged, weapons leveled at the spacers. 
                             Sarah rose and walked toward the shuttle.
           "It took some persuasion to convince these fine crewmembers that their place 
            wasn't with their ship," Carli shouted, "but I think we about have them won 
                                               over".
            Akira dropped his hands and started shouting, "You bitch, you're as bad as 
             they are!  You hijacked my shuttle; oh I should have known better than to 
                   trust a planetful of dickless pacifists, fuck fuck fuck YOU"!
           "Are you finished," Sarah asked.  "I have people on your ship too.  But going 
            back to get captured wouldn't have accomplished anything.  Good work Carli".
           "Thanks.  If these people decide that it's too late to try anything I suppose 
                                 they could put their hands down".
                    "All right, everybody," Akira ordered, "we're here to stay".
           Carli lowered her weapon.  The contingent filed into the transport Sarah had 
            arranged and they reviewed the plan one more time as they flew through the 
                                       night toward twilight.
            A few hours later, they arrived at the central compound.  Having traversed 
            the time zones at high speed, night was just falling here.  No one bothered 
            them as they unloaded the crates containing their deadly cargo.  Not until 
            they were near the site of the Prophylactan ship did they notice the gaurds 
             posted there.  The were from Security, wearing armour and armed with what 
              Carli recognized as deadly, rapid fire rifles that were about the most 
                              effective personal weapon in the armory.
                                "How did they know," started Wendy.
            "Not now," Sarah cut her off.  "They don't know, but whatever's going down, 
            it has to do with that ship.  The Imps probably just told the Council that 
           the ship was theirs, and the Council did the rest.  Those idiots wouldn't be 
                     able to figure out that that's exactly what the Imps want.
            "OK, this changes nothing.  We go, but carefully.  Carli, take someone and 
              sneak through; set those charges.  Wendy, we'll get you as close to the 
           perimiter as we can before we blow the ship; they won't be able to locate the 
                                   detonation signal as easily".
                       "They won't have to.  They'll be right on top of us".
                          "Don't worry.  We'll make it.  Now let's do it"!
           Carli and one of her assistants snaked off through the grass.  Sarah, Wendy, 
           two of their companions and two others from the ship began working their way 
            around the perimiter of the guard patrols to a position directly across the 
            field from the guard command post.  They were waiting for a signal that the 
           charges had been planted, but before it came, one of the guards walked within 
            twenty meters of the prone group.  Her helmet light flashed over them, but 
                     she did not stop, her rifle still slung over her shoulder.
               Wendy stood up, not really knowing why; something just wasn't right.  
                          "Please, don't shoot," she cried, "I'm unarmed"!
           The gaurd nearly jumped out of her armour and turned, the barrel of her rifle 
           shaking.  "Don't move.  Stay where you are and put your hands on top of your 
             head," she ordered and then spoke something into her helmet communicator. 
              Within minutes everyone was in custody, the explosives in a containment 
              vessel and other equipment piled in a heap on the post commander's desk.
              No one spoke, though the post commander asked many questions.  She was 
           prticularly insulting to Akira, but he was remarkably restrained.  Finally a 
            transport came and took them to a detention center in the central compound.
            Wendy wasn't sure how long she was locked up, alone, but she thought it was 
           about two days.  Except to deliver meals, no one came to her cell.  When she 
           finally got a visitor it was a woman in a uniform Wendy didn't recognize but 
            which must have been Imperial;  high boots, dull black synthetic pants and 
           jacket with decorations over the breasts and on the shoulders, battle helmet. 
           Wendy stayed on the bed and the woman remained standing though Wendy offered 
           her the only chair.  The woman pressed a pad and the console which Wendy had 
            tried vainly to activate countless times flickered to life.  Not speaking, 
            the woman dropped a crystal into the receptacle and typed a few commands.  
           The console screen brightened showing a still frame of an large, white empty 
                              room with a single chair in the center.
              "Wendy," the woman began, "I'm sure that you are aware that there is a 
           delicate diplomatic situation currently in progress.  I am here in lieu of my 
           commanding officer as a concession to your government's sanction against any 
              male presence upon your planet.  You see that we are reasonable people, 
                                       willing to negotiate".
           She paused but Wendy said nothing, staring into the hideous face across from 
            her.  It was difficult to tell where the scars of old battles ended and the 
                  inevitable cracks and wrinkles common to all offworlders began.
             "I am Imperial Marine Major Jenifer Andria.  I am going to ask you a few 
           simple questions.  You will answer them truthfully.  In my generosity I have 
                 consented to abide by the rules of this detainment facility in my 
           interrogation, but I warn you, if I find your testimony unsatisfactory in any 
            way your government has agreed to deport you and the rest of your terrorist 
             comrades for prosecution under Imperial law for crimes agains the Empire".

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                                           "What's that"?
            "This?  This is merely an informative crystal which will provide background 
              on the situation.  The background information was gathered from pirates 
            captured in interplanetary space who were dealt with in the usual Imperial 
                                              manner.
                            "Since you seem so interested, let's watch".
              She pressed a pad and the crystal started it's display.  A woman Wendy 
            recognized as one of Carli's staff was walked into the room by two Imperial 
           guards.  As they reached the chair they stopped and one guard bent to release 
            the ankle cuffs on the woman's feet.  When the first cuff snapped free she 
           released a savage kick at his groin and he doubled over.  As the other guard 
           drew his gun, she wheeled on one foot and contacted his head.  He dropped the 
            gun and she fell on it, firing behind her back.  The energy blast threw him 
            across the room to lie in a heap in one corner.  Looking over her shoulder, 
           she turned the gun on the other guard still grovelling on the floor;  the gun 
           took his head off from the chin up with very little gore and a thick wisp of 
            smoke.  She knelt beside his body, the gun dangling from one hand while she 
                               fumbled in his pocket for something.  
            The camera angle was wide and Wendy couldn't see exactly what happened, but 
             she supposed the woman had found a key because she suddenly brought both 
           hands out in front of her, gun at the ready.  Then there were shots from off 
            screen, below the camera, which splattered against the far wall with little 
           flashes of light.  The woman returned fire, apparently successfully, because 
           there was no motion for about ten seconds.  Then suddenly she started firing 
            madly at something below the camera before a shot impacted directly on the 
            chair she was kneeling behind.  She spun out and away from what was left of 
           the chair and as she fell, Wendy saw a gout of black-brown smoke rising from 
             the ragged emptiness that had been most of the woman's stomach.  Then the 
             scene skipped and the room was once again empty and clean.  The chair had 
                                           been replaced.
           Major Andria stopped the display and looked at Wendy.  Wendy was revolted by 
           what she had seen, but the woman's defiance in the face of overwhelming odds 
           had strengthened her.  The Major must have seen this because she hesitated a 
                                      moment before speaking.
            "A dramatic gesture.  One worthy of an Imperial soldier, I must admit.  You 
           have a right to be proud.  And you will have no reason for shame at the next 
            segment.  After all, not everyone is a soldier.  Some are technicians like 
                            yourself.  Some are theoretical scientists".
            She reactivated the console but before it even started Wendy knew what was 
            coming.  A single, friendly-looking man entered the room and turned to face 
                                  the doorway beneath the camera.
           "Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of," he said.  "We're both scientists, 
              aren't we?  I really wish I could do something about the shackles, but 
                                      regulations, you know"?
              Through the entrance below Wendy saw a woman enter with straight, dark, 
           medium length hair and a narrow red sash tied around her waist.  Wendy, over 
           and over, thought, it's not her, it's not her, but when the woman turned and 
                           sat at the man's request she saw it was Kate.
           The man knelt at her feet.  "I'm afraid I can't free you, but this might be a 
            little more comfortable".  He undid her ankle cuffs and positioned her left 
           ankle in a shackle attached to the chair.  He moved to the other leg, putting 
            the cuffs in a compartment on his uniform.  He moved her other ankle to the 
             far side of the chair, spreading her legs, and fastened the other shackle 
            attatched to the chair there.  He moved behind her, adjusting something on 
                                       the back of the chair.
            For the first time the camera panned in.  The screen now showed only Kate, 
            almost straddling the small seat, and the man pacing first in front of and 
           then behind her.  The fear on her face was obvious; she was in tears and for 
           the first time Wendy could hear the small whining noises she was making.  The 
              man walked to stand behind her.  His face was cut off at the top of the 
                        screen but his voice was still audible, reassuring.
            "Relax.  There's nothing to worry about.  You are safe here.  I am going to 
                 ask you a few simple questions.  You will answer them truthfully".
           Wendy saw the man produce something black that looked like a short whip from 
            another compartment on his uniform.  He was still speaking as he raised it, 
             removing it temporarily from the screen.  "You really needn't worry.  The 
                                      first question is . . ."
             Wendy closed her eyes, but she couldn't stop the screams coming from the 
                console.  When she could hear him over the cries, the man was still 
            cheerfully chatting away.  At the first, short lull, Wendy heard Kate rush 
             the names and places and deeds out between her sobs.  Before she was even 
           finished, there was another wet thump and the screams returned.  There were a 
               few such breaks, during which Wendy heard Kate pouring out streams of 
           information.  Toward the end she was babbling, making up things, spouting out 
            reams of formulas and equations, pleading for mercy.  And then finally, the 
            screams started again and did not stop; they were punctuated by occasional 
             unidentified noises which were always followed with even worse screams.  
                                    Finally, there was silence.
            Major Andria spoke.  "Wendy, I really think you should see this; this is my 
                                          favorite part".
            Wendy opened her eyes and the major started the crystal again.  Kate's body 
              had been destroyed;  Wendy could not believe she was still alive.  "Now 
           little Kathrin, you've been such a good little girl," he crooned.  "I have a 
            present for you if you want it".  He undid both sets of cuffs, put his arms 
           very gently around her waist, and hoisted her to her feet.  She almost fell, 
           so he carefully walked her to the wall.  The camera followed.  "Here's a nice 
             solid wall to lean against so my little baby won't fall down.  But what's 
                                     this old rag you have on"?
             Kate's sash was amazingly intact.  Though not a single square inch of her 
             body was not swollen, bruised, cut or burned, the sash had but a few dark 
           blood stains on it.  "This is filthy.  We must get this off".  He hooked his 
             hand under the sash and tore at it.  Her neck snapped back as his motion 
              pulled her whole body forward.  The sash did not come loose.  He tried 
            several more times before he finally lost patience and cut it with a knife 
             which he produced from his uniform.  He dangled it in front of her face.  
            "This can't be fixed.  I know it's your favorite but you've ruined it.  I'm 
            sorry, but this is the way it has to be.  You ruined it, and now you won't 
            have it any more".  Then he burned it right in front of her face.  When the 
           flames had almost reached his fingers, he dropped it.  It fell and went out, 
                               one tiny corner of red still visible.
             Kate's body was now racked with spasms, and tears streamed down her face. 
           Wendy couldn't tell if her gasps were due to some internal injury or if they 
           were just sobs.  The man pulled her away from the wall, holding her tenderly 
              in his arms.  Into her ear, he whispered, "Poor little Kate, ruined her 
            favorite sash.  It's all right, Kate, I have something even better for you. 
                                          Do you want it"?
           He held her away from him so he could look into her face.  "Do you know what 
                                              it is"?
                                        She shook her head.
             "It's lovely, lovely death, Kate.  Beautiful death.  Do you want it now"?
                                            She nodded.
               "That's my good girl.  You stand right here and I'll get it for you".
           She leaned back against the wall.  He turned away for just a split second and 
             then wheeled back.  His left hand clenched her throat as he pummelled his 
           right fist into her face.  He hit her again and again, pulling his punches to 
             make his gift last longer.  Kate could no longer scream;  the only sounds 
            coming from what was left of her face were disgusting gurgling noises.  He 
              lowered her body to the ground by the throat.  Only when his hands were 
            covered with blood and the very last of her convulsions had stopped did he 
                                        make another sound.
           When he was very, very sure she was dead, a scream built from a low rumble in 
             the back of his throat to a wail that lasted forever in Wendy's mind.  He 
           cursed her for dying, begged her body for forgiveness, threw foul epithets at 
             her eternal soul and then wallowed, crying, in her gore.  Eventually two 
              guards entered the room and reported to him, saluting.  "Cleanup detail 
                                    reporting as ordered, sir".
            The man straightened and returned their salute.  He was covered with blood. 
            His face became totally expressionless.  "Proceed," he said, and then left.to More Fantasy Sex Stories and Sexual Fantasies
                                                  
            
                                                  
              
         
                                                  
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