The Scheme Begins.
Prince Elian finally looked down to his desk, after nearly two years of preparation, two years of expensive bribes and favours turned in on, he finally realised that it was all in place.
He was really going through with it.
For the first time since he started, the magnitude of what he was planning finally hit him. Was this really worth it? Wouldn't there be a more discreet way than this?!
His mind wandered back to his mother, her withered frame, a legacy of millenia of corrupted genetics, passed down along all the females of Gamenors noble bloodlines, condemning them to lives of frailty and weakness.
Sure, the base imperials of Gamenor didn't suffer from it, even the pretenders who had the nerve to claim high heritage themselves, but their own blood wasn't exactly of peak health, it was sullied with countless problems and mutations of its own.
Yes, this was the only option, it wasn't just about lust...at least not for himself.
He got up from his desk, turning to the massive arched window behind him. It offered a spectacular view of the shipyard, and of the Genoxia.
At 14km long, it was twice the length of the legendary Imperator class capital ships of the wider Imperium, It was originally a Ymiri mining vessel before its capture during a joint effort of xeno's mercenaries and Gamenor 'Trader' forces.
Prince Elian had commissioned it officially to carry on that duty under the Gamenor houses service, but he had it extensively modified internally. It was now a city sized palace, able to sustain and pamper a sizeable population for many centuries to come.
He looked over to the holo pict of his now late mother, Vevruthia. Her ugly and stern face seemed to chastise him even from beyond the grave. He smiled.
Yes, this is all worth it, for lust, and for the future of his bloodline.
He heard the loud tone of his offices chamber door. His mood brightened further when he looked at the surveillance screen and saw who it was.
"Enter."
The man who had made this all possible stepped in, chest pumped out and that ever warm smile upon his face, he opened his arms in greeting and Elian and his guest briskly hugged and patted one another on the backs.
"It's good to see you Farros, the last few months have been too quiet around here!"
Both men chuckled, exchanging more pleasantries as the prince poured some malterwine from his cabinet for them.
"Are the others...on board with things?" Elian inquired, concern registering on his face briefly.
"All two hundred and fifty one members of the society are following through with us. They are on their way as we speak, and the Genoxia?"
The Prince gestured to the alcove, both men stood, gazing at the wondrous ship before them. On the outside it had only modest Imperial alterations, and looked every bit like the mining vessel it once was. Inside the vessels habitation district however, was a city sized playground of sprawling mansions and gardens, ready for its intended occupants use.
"And our....candidates?" Farro's questioned further.
"Only the finest!" the prince replied, "I vetted their medicae reports myself, I think the society will be very pleased with my selections. 74 of the very best!"
"It's a shame there couldn't have been more, but that is more than enough." Farros continued to look at the ship, admiring as his scheme came together.
"Any more would have caught the attention of the families scribes, the house seniors would have wanted to inspect the ship itself if too many slaves were requisitioned, especially with the 'specifics' we stipulated."
Farros looked upon both their reflections in the glass, handsome features and toned forms all bought and paid for by the finest flesh sculptors the Gamenor Frontier had. All of the society had access to the same treatments, and he would have suffered no member to be anything less. His skin tingled in anticipation at what was coming.
"When do we disembark?" he asked
"A solar week from now." Elian replied, "One week, and we will be free of all this!"
The Life of a Slave.
The heat of the cavern was only made worse by the colossal drilling rigs constant venting of steam as it deposited yet more raw ore onto the ground below.
At the base of the huge machine were Chiana Nevoris and over four hundred of her Ymiri Kin, equipped with only crude shovels, Partially servitorised watchers goaded them into rapidly dumping the minerals into the passing collection carts.
Her muscles strained with exertion as yet another cart slowly made its way down the tracks towards her work gang. The loose rags she wore caked in dirt and drenched from sweat. Her and her kin badly needed respite, time to wash and eat at least. But it was another 15 minutes before the midday klaxon would sound, and the next work crew cycled in.
'Just switch off! Like last time, before you know it you'll be able to relax a little on that threadbare mattress at least!.'
As Chiana attempted to lose herself in her own thoughts, the pace of the activity around her changed, the servitorised guards moved forwards towards the crew suddenly, the Klaxon wailed off earlier than usual, and the guards started to usher everyone to the mines exit, and not to the rest areas.
The change in routine drew concern from the work crew, chatter erupted among groups as they exited out and were herded towards the facilities loading platforms. An overseer perched atop some crates began to speak through a vox.
"Reassignment orders have been issued!, form a line and make your way to the shuttle you are directed to, no dawdling!"
The Ymiri received no further details, but that was generally expected by now. Chiana watched as the line she was in slowly made its way forward, up ahead several large shuttles where waiting with their rear doors open.
She approached the front of the line, where three servitors stood before her. The center one scanned her and paused for a moment.
"Make your way to the far left transport! Follow the blue line you see on the walkway and take a seat within."
As Chiana did as she instructed, she glanced back and was puzzled, all the other shuttles had large numbers of her kin heading into them, but only her and a smaller number were directed to the left transport, something was going on.
The inside of the shuttle was dark, it was difficult to see the others around her, the seats on this ship were a lot more comfortable than she thought they would be. She squinted and tried to look around for someone nearby, but she was the only one that occupied the three seats on her small row. She occasionally made out a few others entering and taking seats, but the lack of light meant she didn't know who they were.
Taking the moment to relax slightly, she brushed some of her brown hair aside. None of them had yet got the chance to clean themselves, wherever they were heading, they would be very filthy when they arrived it seemed.
After about an hour of waiting,the rear doors on the transport finally sealed, and the engines started to power on. The inside of the craft was now pitch black, Chiana's augmented eyes tried to shift into other visual spectrums to compensate, but it did little. She heard murmuring as the ship began to lift off.
Some small lights were turned on, and Chiana breathed a sigh of relief. The ship settled into a steady flight to an unknown destination as she leant over the seats and looked around.
There were about 60 or 70 people sitting in arranged rows of seats in front of her. Some were in groups, whispering to each other, but Chiana was alone on her row, and it seemed that over half the seats were vacant as well. She started to feel a little lightheaded, her legs felt heavy.
'Of course they are you fool! You've been shovelling rocks for over three hours with a shovel!' She rubbed her hands over them, feeling the the strained muscle start to relax.
The little noise from the other passengers started to go silent, and Chiana suddenly realised that her vision was getting blurry. She started to panic, this was not the result of tiredness. With effort she looked around again, and sure enough, the others were starting to fall asleep in their chairs.
As her consciousness slowly slipped away, she came to a sudden realisation about everyone of her kin on board the transport.
'Where are the men from the work crew?! All the other's on here...all seventy or so...they are all women!'
Stirring their Desires.
Farros Urias watched as the last of the society filed into the large auditoria that they requisitioned for the last meeting before they disembarked on the Genoxia. Before him sat well over two hundred eager men of Gamenors noble blood, all willing to take the fateful and irreversible step on the journey they were now upon. They had all bought along vast amounts of wealth and assets from their own families for this trip, stolen from house vaults and seized from prized displays, all of the men were on a journey that was effectively, a heist. Behind them, they would leave a trail of empty accounts and angry relatives, and a lot of unanswered questions!
It had been some work to convert Prince Elian into the societies ranks, his family, like all or Gamenor's noble bloodlines, were strict, and his mother, when she lived, monitored her children's connections. But it had not taken long for the Prince to find his way to him. The need for the touch of real womanhood called to him as surely as it had the others.
