I Want to Start with a Disclaimer.
The following Story Is a work of Fiction, many of the acts in this piece may be seen as offensive to select communities.

There is absolutely no Offense intended with any of the following.

Any similarities in Names, Themes, Scenes, and Acts Portrayed are UNINTENTIONAL.

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“Halt pilot! Your under arrest!” A dock guard Shouted.

I stopped immediately and when I turned to face my opposition, I was tackled.  Welcome to Eravate I suppose.

“You know, if you just asked I would have probably came without you guy’s brawling me! What do you want?” I ask, monotonous as ever, And after the few blank confused looks,

“Had you asked for docking permission we might have considered it,” One of the guards replied.

Then my now fully restrained body was hoisted off the ground by the 4 guards, and hauled off the landing pad much to my protest.

“I can walk you know!”

“Not with your feet bound you can’t.”

Defeated I have no other recourse but to let them haul me to a door in a dark hallway of Cleve Hub, the door swinging open for but a moment, the white fluorescent colored light spilling in to the hall. This is when my body hits the ground again and steel bindings are removed. The door slammed shut and I hear a lock engage. I am alone.







In here the black of my space suit shines, leaving my white skin and hair out for the world to see. Framing bangs and a basic braid in a shade of auburn brown. Accenting my figure, to a point of almost being uncomfortably open, my spacesuit despite covering my entire body from the neck down, and a half mask respirator on my face concealing yet more. With a single four and a half foot long blade on my back, concealed by its sheath, being the only flat edge it stands out from my suit. Even though I am completely covered I cannot help but feeling exposed to the eyes surely watching my every move through the dark black lens in the corner.

The single table in the room, a shining silver, Cold. Hard. – Reminding… As I look it over, of course just to be a little more intimidating, strap mounts underneath as I run my fingers under the edge. Who knows what has gone on in this room? No matter, chances are I’ve seen and experienced worse.

Just then the door Unlocks and bursts open, Seven men come through the door, and a eighth, distinct, clearly higher than the rest with his blue coat and … dare I say it. Empire tags.

“Pretty daring to be out in federation space broadcasting that you’re from the empire.” I state.

“Pretty daring to fly a stolen empire ship, especially one tagged for bounty,” He retorted.

“Touché Sir, at least it isn’t mine then so I can’t be your target.”

The man takes a seat in one of the two open chairs. The seven others take up positions around the room, the bounty hunter motions for me to sit down.

“Well I can tell that this isn’t a dispute about the bounty, or docking permission. Can we get to the brass tacks here, what do you want? And don’t say me.” I inquire dead faced staring behind my mask; I can see him shift a little underneath his coat.

“Don’t tempt us, It’s been a while since we’ve had such pleasantries, why don’t you sit down, enlighten me with a story… You have pretty jarring voice considering your;” Pausing, “Appearance.”

“What makes you think that you need to know my peculiarities?”

“Well see the bounty for your ship isn’t issued for the rightful owner of the ship, her being dead and all.”




I’m thankful for my mask at that point, now I just need to stop my eyes from tearing before they do. “Well if she’s dead then what’s with the bounty?”

“Oh the one for her escaped slave... you see our employers have a policy, once a slave, always a slave. The only way to leave their slave force is dead, being as they can’t be sold to anyone but employee’s, and the slaves stay behind when the “employee owner” leaves. However they do. You seem to fit the bill pretty well, Female, dresses all in black, brown hair, blue eyes with a gold edge. Known to wear a mask, and speak a unfitting voice, a far too deep voice.” I hide the shudder inside me as he paused to size over my whole body, then he continues. “So as far as I see it, I found my mark. It’s your turn to convince me otherwise.”

I figure at this point its already hopeless, as he does have his mark, I decide why not humor him, I figure that I can take them. They disregarded my weaponry anyways. So I slide my slender figure into the chair opposite the table, remaining cool as ever, despite my heat rate tripling, setting off many alarms, those only visible to my eyes. “So it’s my story your after huh,”

“Well no, but it sure is interesting to know who I’m tying up in my storage compartment.”

“Well hey I won’t deny you that pleasure! Sounds like a great time, I get to monologue and you get to enjoy your fantasies.” I exclaim, throwing my feet up onto the table, Clad in the footwear of my suit.

“Really?” He say’s pointing at my feet, as they look as if there is nothing on them, just a sole.

“Really what? The suit is fitted what do you expect?” I retort.

“Well fitted is one thing, I’m surprised that I cant see every inch of you through that.”

“Well what can I say I like things to fit every millimeter, I mean I would have gone further but at that point why even wear the suit, but that just isn’t my style. You ready or what?” I’m getting cocky at this point, wiggling my toes in his face.

“Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this.” he responded rolling his eyes at my gesture.

“Well it’s a unique one you can be sure.” Smiling under my mask, “So! Hmm where shall we start….



I was walking home from school this July day, Beautiful day on Biliri, good sunshine, fresh air, you know that fill you lungs good kind, anyway, Was playing with the guys, we were shooting things with our respective weapons, The …  ones that our parents didn’t know about. Not the cheap toys they bought.

It was a good day. I headed home as it came to a close; I would be in all hell if I got home much after dark. Dad had always said the slavers might get me. Figures… I get home and the people with the armored truck are back, I made sure to stay out of sight. This is the third time this week they had been here.  Dad would only tell me that they were from the “corporation” he never did tell me what their name was.  When they finally left, my dad looked troubled, and worried. Well that is until he spotted me, then he was his happy self, calling to me. I came out of the bushes.
‘Don’t worry about them son they will get what they need.’ H-“

“Wait wait wait, this is supposed to be your story not some little kids.”  Interrupting my speech.

The dirty look I gave him was palpable, “How about you let me finish. There is still lots to cover.


‘Don’t worry about them son they will get what they need.’ He had told me, and they did. Later that night I went to bed, might have been asleep for 2 hours, when I woke up with the alarms going off, 2 guys on top of me, tying me up and gagging me, much like you guys did a few minutes ago,” the sarcasm coming in my voice, “As we were being hauled out of the house, all 4 of us, both parents and my sister with me, I see that same armored truck for only a second then I go flying into the back of it, sliding on the floorboards. I came to a stop when I slid into my sister. The next second later Nothing.”

I pause for a moment, watching the bounty hunters interest perk up.

“Then what!” he exclaimed.

“Well what do you think I would assume that in the time I was unconscious, I received this branding;” I pulled my glove off, showing the empire branding with the owner and slave numbers, burned into the back of my hand.

“They had stripped me of my belongings, Family was no where to be found. My pleas for information as I sit chained by the neck to the wall behind me were met with one response; I was gagged again and told to shut my mouth. ‘That was kind of hard considering you just stuffed it FULL!’ I remember shouting through the gag, which got me smacked after. “

I notice the one guard staring over me, that creepy kind of staring, “Could you ask him to stop staring, he is getting way to much from this story.” I said pointing at him with a thumb.

“Marcus, Knock it off, let the woman speak, Go on.” His words had force, but “Marcus” stared at me anyways.

“Well being defeated at this point, as clearly they didn’t care.  I rub my hand, which hurts for some reason, feeling the new ridges in it I look at it, and there they are. I now INSTANTLY know why I am here. I have numbers now, and the word slave burned so neatly underneath the Empires Slave logo, in the fancy government font, you know the one, that has to be literally perfect, you have to spend 3 bazillion hours practicing it in school, god forbid it doesn’t look machine done. I was always terrible at that. “

           ‘That’s what happens when you don’t pay your debts, Look you get to have fun, a Lab is interested in you,’ one of the slavers told me while waiving a sale card in front of me, 250,000 Cr written on it. ‘Labs pay handsomely for good DNA people like you.’ He continued, well beyond my enthusiasm, as I try to retort only to be muffled by the gag, which of course he pointed out his failure to understand my muffled insults.

“After being dragged around the building a bit by that chain attached to my neck, I was loaded into a shuttle, and hauled off. Opening the doors, it read Achnear Biological. I was 13.”

“See! I told you she was the one, and you doubted me!” The man exclaimed, “ my 100,000 Credits wasn’t a loss!” the Bounty Hunter burst out.

“You pay’d 100,000 Credits; to get me in this room?” I howled raising my eyebrows at his stupidity.

“Hell yes I did, I mean they don’t just let empire people walk about the terminal here, I had to pay off the guards to let me pay your fines and then leave me alone here with yourself.”  The bounty hunter stated sounding exasperated.

“I must be worth a overzealous amount of credits to you.” I scoffed back.

“You could say that, Achenar Bio is emptying their pockets to have you back alive, they even gave me some helpful phrases, to make sure that your under my control.”

“They obviously didn’t tell you I built the system your trying to control did they? I have fixed that problem since then. See under their demented version of my designs that final phrase would have made your life easy as hell..”

“No matter, do continue I mean, this is a 75 mill payday for us. Naturally we got nothing but time at the moment.”

“When you said empty their pockets you weren’t kidding, you’d think they would just rather kill me. Anyway, so Achnear Biological, I was dropped off in a room, they had us fitted in a coat that only allowed elbows down to move, chained our feet, and escorted us short leash, inside. We each got split up at the entry, hauled off to our respective wings. I arrived at my ‘Lab’. Then the chains around my legs were tightened and hands were cuffed to my thighs. Leaving me no room for my arms to move, and barely enough to walk, definitely not at the pace they were expecting. They left me.  After about 10 minutes, amidst my crying, I heard the locks open. Stifling my emotions, my scientist walks in carrying keys and a clipboard. Slamming the door in the faces of the guards protesting that I was too dangerous to be alone with.

‘I don’t understand why then insist on restraining the kids so much. I mean you couldn’t get out of the jacket let alone all this crap.’ She said annoyed.  ‘Now here’s the deal little man. –“

“Who is this child you keep talking about!” the bounty hunter stated getting angrier.

“Well you see there is a explanation coming, just stop interrupting.” I retaliated,

Scoffing he crossed his arms “Well then go on…”

“ ’Now here’s the deal little man. I am going to undo the gag… there will be no screaming. No one that hears it will care. You’re an object to the people around here now. If you want to stay out of all this; stuff;” (she motioned to the gear strapped to me) “you only speak when spoken to. You have no idea’s, don’t be offering them unless you are asked. Do not complain when told to do something, PERIOD. No complaining what so ever. Everyone is to be respected, regardless of how they treat you. Got it?’ She was staring directly in my eyes the entire time.

I nodded my agreement, and she removed the gag, and promptly shoved it back in when I immediately tried to ask a question. She just stared at me, no emotion. Then once again removed the gag. She wiped my mouth with a cloth to remove the drool that I had no control over. I had been choking on it for a bit now.

‘Now your getting it. And to reward your obedience, I’m going to replace all this hardware your imprisoned by with a little more human stuff.’

The jacket came off, and the restraints between my legs, all of which were replaced by the guards later of course, but she put me in a chair, hand cuffed my ankles to it, and tied  my ‘leash” as I called it to the chair. Make no mistake; I was far from comfortable, held in the seat by my neck and ankles, but a large amount more comfortable than before. At least I could relax a bit, not that I was able to.  There was this awkward silence; for about 10 minutes as she wrote things down on a clipboard. I’m still trying to hold back tears. She noticed, “Slave,” I completely missed it, “SLAVE!” I jumped out of my chair, at least until the ‘leash’ caught.

She chuckled, “You’ll get used to that soon enough, you can express yourself now.”

I risked this question, ‘ I don’t know what that means.’

“It means that you can Speak, Cry, Smile, do whatever, it does not give you permission to move, or other wise.”

I nodded understanding. She replied. “No more nodding. Unless you have a reason for it I want to hear a Yes Sir or Yes Ma’am. Are we clear?”

“Yes; … Ma’am”

“That’s a start cut the hesitation. You look like you have a question.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Well out with it.”

“Can I cry?”

“I told you to express yourself didn’t I? Don’t make me repeat commands.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And I broke down, almost instantly.

We must have been there for an hour. Then she left me. Still crying over my predicament. When she came back, ‘Enough Expression.’ I tried to stifle my emotions. I failed. This is when Arlin broke. She came over, me still trying to bottle myself up, and I now feared being gagged again.

I will never forget this. I didn’t get a gag. I got a hug instead. Which of course just made it harder to contain my self. ‘Don’t worry, Hun. I’m not going to expect you to get it in one try.’ She released me looking me in the eyes. “You’re going to have to toughen up though, I should be gaging you and giving you a beating right now. I am far from the norm. Expect the worst.’ “


Yawning the bounty hunter piped up, “Very touching Get on with it.”

“Getting there, Sir.” Using a slave like tone with sarcasm injected,

“Don’t sa---“ he growled, and while giving me a dirty look for cutting him off, I continue.

“Right after that my scientist, Introduced herself, as Arlin Thowell; An odd name for a woman. At least I thought. Arlin went on to explain, that apparently; I had extremely similar DNA to someone else, and that someone wants to change himself or herself. Anyways I was the Guinea Pig.  However I was too young to start my slated experiments. So I would work a few years.

‘So Matt-‘ She had asked my name at this point, ‘being too young for us to get started, you’re going to go to work tomorrow. It’s going to be just like school, as all our slaves are educated, so they can be helpful however they are needed, and if you show promise, they might educate you further. Even well past high school levels…’

I’d drag that statement out but we will be here for days. Needless to say she talked to me long enough the shock started to wear off, and when the guards came and put all my restraints back in place. Except the gag, as I was staying silent now, I was moved to the slaves quarters, and given a “head slave” of sorts that was responsible for me. They showed me around, where I could find things, where I had to be and when. They gave me a Pocket Watch. Fully digital, had a small computer in it.

‘Take this,’ he had said. ‘Use it to get a schedule going, your likely in school, so your going to want to be up, and showered before you go, so give yourself a few hours. The people over us will forgive us having these watches, they value our punctuality and organization over depriving us of everything I guess; make sure that it does NOT make noise outside of this area, it’s a fast way to loose it.’

I had thanked him, when arriving at my room to be locked in it alone, informed that tomorrow was a weekend and unless I was called upon, I would be free to do anything in the slave’s quarters.  I then sat and played with the watch. I did that until I passed out. I was toast.

I woke to find Arlin standing over me, and then I got smacked. “Just because today is you’re day off doesn’t mean you’re free to sleep all day, when I call you are to come!”

“Okay, Okay Sorry!” I said, not even thinking, and yep, smacked again. “Yes ma’am!”

She threw my pocket watch at me, which hurt when it got me right below the neck, hitting my face as it slowed, “Set this thing! Learn what it sounds like, because you will pay if you make this a habit.” Her words cut cold and deep.

I had forgot “You’re a slave now.” Just to reassure myself, I felt for my branding.  Yep it was there. I spoke out loud, but just to myself. “You are a slave now.” Did that few times.


Turns out other than having to be up and ready, school life as a slave was pretty easy, you were given chores afterword, just like home, no homework was assigned, unless of course you fell too far behind, and there were no late penalties, how ever, that was teacher discretion.  Most had no real rules other than the usual slave ones; we were allowed to ask questions, but silence otherwise. Our teachers were not slaves so; they varied on the rules.

           For two years I did that, made a few friends, and lost a few too, their respective experiment went bad, or angered their Owners too much, which often led as a one way ticket to the more; deadly experiments.

           Arlin came in the one day and informed me, that I was to not eat that night, or in the morning. My experiments start tomorrow.  I couldn’t have eaten anyways. What exactly did Arlin do, Please don’t let here be a weapons tester, wait, no she can’t be, surely her client wasn’t talking about testing weapons on me.

           ‘I doubt it but I have seen worse.” Another slave said dropping on my bed with me.

           ‘Well that’s Reassuring Troy, guess I should keep my comments to myself huh?’ I chuckled. I had spoken out loud while thinking, and that habit that could get you killed.

           ‘I suppose so but it probably won’t matter tomorrow.’

‘What do you think they will do to me?’

‘I’m not going to tell you much, Arlin plays with your DNA, and genetics, and then her fancy machines try and force your body to adapt to match.’

‘That sounds extremely dangerous, if I live tomorrow we’ll play something hey?’ I jested.

‘I suppose we’d have to, celebrate your life, or imminent death.’

‘I promise, I will see you again hey, I’ll live,’ I sighed, loosing faith in that notion quickly.

‘I hope so Matt, you’re a hell of a help with my schooling’ that was the last I ever saw Troy. We weren’t ‘friends’ so to speak, just two people stuck in the same predicament, we helped each other out.
Morning came too fast. Extremely fast, even my watch wasn’t ready. The guards came in while I was sleeping, as usual; they chained me up again, and took me back to the lab. I was fitted to a surgical gown and chained to the bed. Scared as hell, holding back tears again. I wondered if this was where I died, Arlin came in.

‘Okay Matt, were going to put you to sleep. You might not wake up.’ she stated, looking down, then Abruptly right in my eye’s, as If to catch my falling spirits. ‘You’ll live I know it. You got used to life here in a few days, this will just take a little longer, and you’ll adjust when I see you again. Oh and you get to move out of here to my place,’ She lifted my chin for me. ‘Tough it out.’

I had nothing to say, nothing to ask, nothing to think. Just frozen, knowing that the chains would hold me even if I tried to run. She saw that in my eyes, face, posture hell I don’t know, she saw it.

‘Hold on to that fear of death for me, I’ll scare it off with a hug after!’ She exclaimed leaving me to be anesthetized by a machine. ‘

I remember waking up afterward, so see Arlin sitting there, my head hurting a little, she just looked at me, then gave me fingers, two.

‘How many am I holding up?’ Writing my answer of two down.

She asked my name, birthday, where I was, what I was doing. I answered finishing my experiments.

She laughed. ‘We’re just making sure you survived the brain surgery, ANASTHETIC!’ she shouted, ‘Fear death yet, for we’re only just getting started.’

And black out again. The next Six months I spent in and out of consciousness, usually I awoke just to pass right out again from pain, or more anesthetic. I only know it was six months because she told me.’ “

“So what’s the deal what happened to you?” challenged the Bounty hunter.

“Well I assumed you would figure it out, considering I am sitting in front of you, most definitely not what I was born as.” I countered loosing the sarcasm quickly.

“Now you’re just playing with me.”  The Bounty Hunter stated standing up,

I kick my feet off the desk. I stand up, the guard behind me catching the chair as it rolled. “Does it look like I’m kidding?” Staring him right in the eyes. While he examines me, looking for any sign that I might be just wearing a clever disguise. “Still think it’s a joke? I mean because if this is a joke then I did a hell of a lot of adapting for nothing.” Still keeping the seriousness in my voice, a dead stare right at him.

“I suppose not.” He said sitting back down, both Frustrated and confused.

I joined him at the table, “Any of you have water? Seriously this is a lot to tell.” I was tossed a canteen. I pulled a tool off my belt, dipping the end in it. It flashed blue.  I then released my respirator from its mount, placing it and my left foot on the table. I sprawled out so my foot was at one end, my respirator and myself in the chair on the other end. Drinking, I put the bottle down and replaced the cap.  I knew he was staring over my face intently, identifying all the lines and shapes of it as he realized it matched the surveillance footage photo he had.

“So this was you,” he stated, throwing the picture on the table.

Flipping the picture over immediately,  “Yes and I care not to see that again Thank you. Not a memory I want to relive thanks.” I growled back. Glaring at him, I re fit my mask, making sure to seal it before pressing the lock button to hold it in place. I pull my foot down from the table and sit with my forearms resting directly out in front of me, almost taunting him to try and hand cuff them. I could see him mulling over the idea in his head. “SO! I awake from this six-month slumber from hell, things are different, to say the least. But at first I notice nothing. I felt unusually stiff, and an attempt to sit up was met with a restraint holding me down, I found the button to sit the bed up, and I pressed it, it was incredibly hard to hold down.  After I sat up, I rubbed my eyes, which felt; off. Looking at my hands I noticed that my skin seemed finer, softer, touching it with my other hand confirmed this. I was about to start going over my whole body, when Arlin entered the room.

‘Ah the nurse said you had revived yourself! You really are Fullmetal.’ She said seemingly ecstatic,

‘Fullmetal? What’s that mean?’

‘Short Translation - Stubborn. I mean you did die 4 times, only for a few seconds. We seem to have; failed; in some regards, but I would vote this as a success seeing as you’re alive and clearly intact. Same cannot be said of the last 8 people we tried DNA changes too.” She said laughing; I failed to find it all that funny. Giving her a dark stare I asked,

‘Failed in some regards, such as what?’ I asked closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, even that felt odd.

‘Your voice hasn’t really changed, and some other things, don’t worry, we can coach your voice, and try again with the finer details.’

‘I still don’t know what you’ve really done, I just feel odd.
           ‘I’d hope you feel odd. If you didn’t then we would have to look into your head! Which we probably will be doing anyways, here, Lets get that strap off you, we just didn’t want you sitting up too fast, you’ve been lying here for six months.’ She told me this as she was removing the strap, which of course got stuck.

           ‘Six Months! I knew I have been out a while but half a year? I know I’m still I’m not out of school yet but should I even be moving?’

           ‘Paid attention in biology did you, your weak right now right?’

           ‘Well yea, even pushing the buttons on the bed is hard.’

           ‘We’ll have you walking today, don’t worry, you can thank Troy for tha-,‘ she had cut herself off, with a grave look. She shed that look just as fast, ‘Never you mind that, how about you take a look at yourself!’

           I took a deep breath, looked at my self, and like Clockwork, inevitable as ever, I lost it. Screamed, touched felt moved, the whole nine yards. I was Female. After an hour of completely being both horrified and interested, the shock wore off.  I took another deep breath and fell backwards onto the pillow, and let out huge sigh. It was different. I could feel how the sheets moved over my body, and how my body moved now. It took some time to fully accept it. Even if I had pushed it off as something I couldn’t control that day. ‘ “ I paused then, hugging myself.
         
           “ ‘So what happens now? Are they just going to throw me back in the Male quarters?’ I asked her starting to; get worried about what people would think and say.

           ‘God no, I can be cruel but that would be torture, I don’t mean to be rude but your fellow slaves are pretty desperate you would probably be; Exploited, in a matter of minutes. The last thing we need is you pregnant.’

           I closed my eyes and shuddered at the thought,

           ‘Don’t worry we aren’t going to test that, we’ll make the assumptions over the next few months, besides, you’ll be coming home with me in two days anyways.’

           I had forgotten that, then Troy came back to mind, “Hey what did Troy do that he helped me?’

         




‘About a month after we started and you hadn’t come back, he had hear rumors from the other slaves that you were still alive. He got beaten pretty well when he broke in to take a look. He came to me afterword’s demanding to help you however he can. I told him there was nothing he could really do, and he came back telling me, ‘He’s not moving right? His muscles will quit working!’ I had told him that it was handled, but he persisted even after I threatened him.  Under supervision I started booking him to assist me, and I had him come in and move your limbs, stretch your body out daily, just to stop your muscles from atrophying. I had him in 3 times a day, taking his eating time during that.’

           ‘So will he come by today,’

           ‘He might,’ She deflected.

           ‘You missed your mark. He’s dead isn’t he?’ I asked now glaring right at her.

           She just looked at me with that; stare, one I’ve only seen once before, that meant drop the subject. ‘So in two days, you will be coming home with me, if you feel you have to get up, call the nurse in. They will come later to get you up, you have been done changing over for a few weeks now, so you shouldn’t hurt too much.’ She got up to leave, “I’ll see you in a few hours, make sure your not dead.’ before she closed the door I hollered,

           ‘You called me Fullmetal,’

           She leaned back to stick her head in the door, ‘and?’

           ‘I like it,’

           She smiled ‘Just remember not to stand when you pee Fullmetal!’ She said laughing at me as she slammed the door and left me behind embarrassed.”

           Asking for the water back, I took another drink. Promptly refitting my mask.

           “Walking for my first time since then was awkward. I walked weird for days! Luckily most of that was done at Arlin’s place. Which was a mess. So she definitely had me working on it. Arlin made sure I wouldn’t be sitting either, gave me plenty of work, making me not only clean up her crap, but do her yard work, sometimes her actual paperwork for my experiments saying that I caused this mess by living so I get to clean it up. Other than the learning curve that came with the obvious body realignment, and all the things that changed with it, Life went back to mostly normal. I had to reset my pocket watch to a earlier time for me to wake up, as the prep I had definitely increased, and punishments definitely didn’t change, especially when I went back to the lab to work, having more than a few awkward encounters with my old male Colleagues.

Slaves ran the warehouse at the lab, there was a woman’s shift and a men’s shift, and the staff rotated depending on the day. I started my shifts with the women. It took a lot of pleading and a few visits to a specific chamber, “ Giving the bounty hunter a look, “I got back on the men’s shift, Arlin decided that having me whipped and then listening to my muffled screaming all morning while the punishment department fixed the damages in the morning wasn’t worth the argument.”

“Oh do tell me about that don’t just skip it,” the bounty hunter piped up,

“I am assuming you don’t mean the shifts with the men, screwing around on shift almost certainly got you killed,”

“No your punishments!”

“I got in Trouble, I was taken to the “Chambers” at the end of the day, Whipped however many times, then sent home, being female now, I might be on call for a; show off session if someone wanted a femmine companion for a night, Arlin made sure her brother was the only one able to take me on one of those. She would have killed him if he did anything more than have me around. Either way, I was too young for that, so really they just came to cause me more pain. In the morning the detention crew came to our house, strapped me to the bed, with my back exposed, and put a chemical on it. Sure it leaves you silky smooth after but man does it hurt.’

“That product doesn’t hurt when you use it,”

“When you use it.” I emphasized, “When the female slaves get it they mix in things, that; Almost make you black out. I say almost because they give you adrenaline before they do this.”

“Well lucky you.”

“That’s what they said, ‘Lucky you! Were gonna clear up this ugly mess for ya, so you can be pretty again!’ Well glad to see they care as they gag me so that I don’t break my teeth. Because vanity is EVERYTHING!” I stated with the sarcasm coming out now.  “Making up for the fact I didn’t have to live with the wounds after they were done is probably the justification for making it hurt no doubt.’

The bounty hunter was laughing, “Well that is one hell of a Story.”

“Oh I’m not done.” I said, looking directly at him.

           “Really?” he replied getting high pitched.

           “Oh hell yea I was there for seven years. A lot happened.”

           “Well your times running out so make it snappy.”

           “Well I mean there’s not much left to go over it was mostly uneventful. I was deemed as “worthy” of further education so I spent my first female years back in school again. So aside from learning my new body, I just had to focus on not getting punished anymore. Don’t worry I got that a few more times. I took a technology course, and a biology course. The second was mandatory. I was 17 when I got out. Went to my first show off party.”

           “Oh do tell!” the bounty hunter said with enthusiasm,

           “I think you have enough to drool over looking at me and your short on time.” I deflected. Showing him the time on my pocket watch, thoroughly enjoying the look of hatred he gave me. “I’ll give you this. I had to wear what he told me to and behave, And Try to not speak on account of my voice being so out of place.  Anyways. At 17 I took my project from my schooling, and presented it to Arlin, She moved it up, and my days in the warehouse were mostly changed out for days in the lab setup to build the H.B.I.S, the Human Bio Interface System. It was a joint operation by Arlin, the lab, the militaries tech department, and myself.

We got a working product and then after the second person to receive it had no issues, I was told once again that I wasn’t allowed to eat that night, ended up having my own project installed in my head the following morning.  A three day process, all done by machine.

After a good dose of that magical cure all,” Rolling my eyes as I said it.  “and a large amount of screaming when they put that on, we started testing the H.B.I.S. The HUD was working, pain diagnosis was working, I could amplify my hearing, stop my body from reacting to things like emotion or pain. Which was more than helpful on a few occasions.  Record what happened and play it back, all in my head amongst other things. Things were going well; for the first month. When we got the notice that the project had been halted at its current development. Possibility of hacking by the federation was the reason, they feared that we could be turned and controlled but the enemy. That wasn’t the case; I helped secure it my self.  Well the military put in remote access parts; we could be programmed on the fly from an external source, or being literally talked to.

They had updated me before they sent this notice, I had told Arlin that evening, just after the update, that the system had been acting strange since. Well the letter I received the next day had an extra set of lines in it. Which basically shut down my control over the unit permanently, meaning even if I had qualms about doing something, they would just tell the computer to do it. It would cut me off completely and obey the order.  Arlin watched it be used on me a couple times. It swore me to secrecy, escorting my body to punishment any time I tried to speak about it. Then slaves started disappearing one by one and coming back three days later.

           A week later I watched a slave get ordered to climb in a garbage compactor. I turned away when he turned it on him self, then was told to watch and record the event. When I refused, I got programmed to do it.” I stopped talking and closed my eyes, the look of disgust hidden by my mask as the memory started to playback. The computer of course digging up the footage, I shut it down before the video could come up, the memory was bad enough.

“Afterword’s the computer took me to the detention chambers, and the it held me completely still freestanding while they whipped me. It released control as the last lash fell. I hit the floor.  The Officer threw my Bra and a Garbage shirt at me, giving me a kick in the side saying I was taking too long to get up. ‘GET OUT’ was all I heard.

           Arlin Saw my face when I got back, she knew I visited detention by the tell tale shirt you’re always given when they whip you.

‘What did you do this time that I get to listen to your screaming tomorrow?’ her anger showing in the statement. I wasn’t allowed to express myself at the moment. I just looked at her and my straight face broke to tears as I fell, the computer tried to make me head right back to detention, Arlin stopped it. ‘I thought you had gotten tough enough that you wouldn’t break down on me.  What happened to you!’ I was allowed to express myself now; I just touched my head where the computer was, and put my head in my hands, trying to get the image off my head. As the computer brought up the video for me to watch again, ‘Stop playing it!!’

‘Bio interface shut down!’ Arlin Commanded, the computer of course shutting off.

           Arlin put me in a chair beside her desk, and downloaded the footage for her to watch, Promptly locking it so my mind wouldn’t automatically bring it up. Once she saw the beginning of it she told me not watch, as she put on headphones. I went and got her a bucket. She never was one to put up with gore.

I got back, right as she ripped the headphones off. I forced the bucket to her chest as she started to throw up. ‘I threw up too. Then went to be held still by the very thing I designed, as I was hurt. You didn’t have to clean out the compactor after,’ I wasn’t crying anymore. I was dead serious. I was 19 at this point.

           The next morning I woke up, my usual detention crew arrived. I was strapped to the bed, it was actually nice for a change as I felt the adrenaline take effect.’”

“What was a nice change?” The bounty hunter asked.

I looked at him, “Actually being tied down rather than being held by the computer. I accepted the gag without protest that time. The last thing I wanted was that computer used again. After my hour of healing was over with very little screaming. The crew left, and I got dressed. Arlin came in with her laptop.  

‘Now this isn’t a ticket to freedom. You are a slave. Remember that. There will be no skipping out on detention because of this or disobedience just because you can.’

‘I doubt that will ever change Arlin,’ I replied defeated.

‘I cleared your schedule today. Look this over, make sure I haven’t screwed it up anywhere.’ She said handing me her laptop, some ancient thing from god knows when, most slaves used better on a daily basis. I started reading over the code on it. It was my code, the stuff that was supposed to be run on the HBIS, not the screwed up government version. After fixing a few bugs, and 8 hours. I went to Arlin.

‘The next time I am sent to detention I will go willingly, and have the computer restrain me same as normal, to make sure that this isn’t found out about. I thought they removed all the records of this?’ I inquired, with an expectant look.

‘I knew it was wrong when they sent that message; I copied your system to that ancient computer when I got the memo. I never thought they would make the system disregard your own health so much,’ She explained while getting me setup to flash the code. ‘I bought you today hey, you’re officially, my, personal, slave,’

‘Oh yippe!’ The sarcasm heavy as I said that. I still hugged her after a pause, which got me,

‘Do you want to repeat this morning?’

‘No ma’am!’ I released her and sat back down immediately.

She smiled, ‘Yea you know your place.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ I comeback with, using that slave tone that had been whipped into me.

‘Just think you get to be rebranded tomorrow!’

I groaned at the thought, they had erased it once with that wonderful chemical for a show night, and burnt it back in the following morning once already. That just outright hurts, they don’t restrain you either so if you can’t hold perfectly still, they erase it and do it again.



We flashed the code right after. The warehouse manager responsible for the slave climbing into the compactor got his own HBIS and slave numbers the following week. We got a new compactor the Monday following.” I said Smiling and throwing my feet back up on the table.

“I suppose that is karma for you!” the bounty hunter exclaimed.

I kicked my feet down and placing my hands on the table. “Nah he got off easy I would have made him scrub it spotless after.” We both chuckled. I took a deep breath as I leaned back in my chair.

“ ‘One more time things returned to normal.  I went to work in the warehouse, playing with the boys; eventually they had me lead one of the departments, which occupied me everyday. I did it well in the five months there I got whipped two times for a warehouse screw up, that includes my staff’s screw ups as I got the punishments for their mistakes.

I slowly fell into my own version of the female me. Eventually I lost the uncomfortable feeling with myself, the feminine thing became just a part of my life. Arlin was right, I had adapted to it, just like I learned to be a slave. On my twentieth birthday, she gave me a gift. The cure all cream, without the extra crap.

‘What’s this for?’ I asked,

‘You get rebranded again tomorrow so wipe your brand in it.’ Arlin replied, not looking up from her work.’

‘Fun.’ I said while starting to spread the cream over my brand, feeling my hand tingle as it went away.

‘You have a citizen number again.’

‘I’m still enslaved so why does that matter?’

‘The system you’re registered in, allows slaves to own slaves.’

‘I don’t see that making me popular at work.’ I chuckled.

‘Either way here’s your Citizen number.’ She handed me a citizen card. ‘Your up early tomorrow as we have a system jump to make.’

‘Don’t we need permission for that?’

‘Not if you’re being sold.’

My heart sank; Arlin wouldn’t really sell me right? Arlin’s kindness and by extension, her cruelty got me through my life.  I looked at her with horror, ‘you are; kidding right? Your not sending me away right?’

‘Yes I am. Enough with your expressions, go wash the dishes.’

I didn’t really care if I got whipped at that point as long as I could stay. ‘But!”

‘The sale is final, and you cant be resold, you are tied to your new owner. PERMANATLY. Now do what I said before I have you whipped until you cant stay awake even with the adrenaline tomorrow morning.’

‘Yes; Ma’- am.’ I stuttered, I couldn’t think of something more devastating. A new owner meant the rules I knew so well would probably change, and I knew, that I probably wasn’t physically safe much longer.

I washed the dishes with my head hung low, wondering what could I have done. I haven’t been punished in a few months; work was going well, Arlin and I hadn’t fought over anything, at least not anything to get rid of me over…

I didn’t sleep, the alarm on my pocket watch going off well before I was ready, signifying I should go bathe. I cried some in the shower, making sure to not have any tears showing when I got dressed.  The trip to the spaceport was unhappy for me, and Arlin refused to let me talk.

Strapping myself into the sidewinders cargo bay seats wearing the usual slave life support, a poorly fitting suit that was questionable whether or not it even worked. My nerves finally started to let go. I started getting paranoid, who bought me, where was I going, what was a slave market actually like, what was I bought for? I sat there in terror as the frame shift drive powered up, knowing that within only a few minutes, I would be lightyears away from Arlin, my home, my work, the familiar owners and their slaves, the parties when I had to wear some of the most objectifying things, my friends. Even the punishing crew I knew so well, even if the one of the guys practically rapes me with his eyes as I lie there screaming. Even that guy I knew pretty well, and had grown accustomed to his prying eyes that never went lower than the belt. Just then the substitute punishment officer; pervert I will call him, started to come to mind, making a sick game out of his job, popped into mind, the ship dropped out of frame shift. Leaving me in the middle of the terrifying memory that man left me. I could no longer think.

           When we got to the station, I was restrained the second the ships harness came off, I was carried off to the slave market, where I would be processed, branded, prepped however the new owner wanted, and sent to the shipping department to be either given to the new owner directly or packed in a container with the other slaves.
I was taken through processing, where they had to brand me with my new owners Citizen numbers, and insignia. I glanced at the logo before my hand was wrapped in bandages. As I feared, it had a custom engraving around the empire logo, in a different language. So I was a personal slave. My fears from that sub punishment officer came back to mind. They had been known to purchase slave they had a particular interest in. I shoved the fear off. Trying to bottle that memory before it could stress me more. Maybe he or she wont is like that. Maybe I’m worried over a minor change.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, they handed me my new spacesuit. It had no engravings, no markings, a large variety of storage, and was clearly custom molded to me. Arlins Brother had me laser scanned once so they could make outfits for me as personal as you can get without it replacing your skin. You know how when you get a space suit that’s too small, you can still make it lift off you when you stretch?”

The bounty hunter replied, “Okay I know what you mean.”

“It is physically impossible in this suit.  It stretches where I do, it shrinks when I try to make it disconnect from my skin, Thankfully, it has panels that save some of my modesty. Though I was wondering how long those would last before I was forced to remove them. Even If I was covered or not underneath it.

It took me an hour and a half to actually put this whole suit on, having to maneuver every part of my body into its nooks and cranny’s. I had to be nude to even wear it. Then they gave me a mask. My mind flipped. Yep it was official, I was an object to this person, I wasn’t even allowed to have a face.  I had decided that it was fine, best to hide my humiliation behind it. I was sitting, getting used to the confinement of this suit. When a stylist walks in, she took my hair out of the high ponytail I had it in, letting it fall over my shoulders. Surprisingly I could feel that through the suit. The stylist was a slave too, I made mention that it was cold in the room, the stylist had no response, except to grab my hand, and show me a hidden button, pushing it using my finger, and the suit loaded all kinds of things into my HUD instantly. My temperature, my status, air levels, a hostile environment rating, G rating, etc… I could feel it communicate with the computer in my head, and then all of a sudden, I couldn’t feel the suit, at all. I brought my arms up to cover myself, looking down to find it was still there. I could feel it again, when I started to ignore it, It slowly vanished, but when I felt cold again, the suit warmed up.  Then it started to feel like I was wearing a nice heavy sweater and pants to match. I double-checked that I wasn’t crazy. Nope I was still in this suit.

‘Don’t worry you’re not going insane.’ The stylist said, pulling my head back up to where she could work on it. ‘You need to pay attention, your new owner expects you to know how to do this.’

I sat there watching the stylist work, recording her movements, so I could duplicate them until the owner changed it. I sat wondering who would spend all this money on me. Why outfit your slave in such an expensive thing. ‘Where did they even get this suit? I wasn’t aware of anything like this in the Empire.’

‘Its federation tech. It was special ordered in.’ She replied, ‘from what I hear you have to be laser scanned wearing nothing to get one that fits. Who ever owns you paid a fortune.

‘I had a few nights of some, questionable outfits at the hands of my last owner. You know how it is. We are there for their entertainment.’

‘Well looking at the detail in that suit your new owner must be quite; into you.’ The stylist said, ‘There!’ She finished tying my braid up. ‘Stand Up Stand Up!’ she exclaimed pulling a full-length mirror over. ‘Wow.  They managed to capture everything with this outfit; Dark and professional, sleek and Sexy, Evil and menacing, yet you stand there, and look calmly approachable. Even from under your mask I can see the person inside there, staring at themselves with fear and intrigue. You are beautiful, even if you are a tad utilitarian.’ She said tapping on the reinforced knuckles. ‘Watch!’ she whispered into my ear from beside me, smiling, she opened her scissors and tried to drag the open blade across my shoulder. I pushed her off, then realizing that the suit had hardened. ‘You saw it coming. The computer in your head defended you. Just like you pushing me off. It may get a little personal for your liking, but you are definitely protected. I’m jealous of you’ she whispered as the door opened with her being told to leave.

           The door closed again, I was alone again, staring at my body covered in this thing, that might has well been my skin. Looking at my reflection wondering, who this person was. Was I being objectified, or was it just a beauty unknown to me. I played with my reflection a bit, trying expressions, poses, even a few I am sure I would have to get into that I would regret. The suit did nothing, nowhere did it bind, rub me, hinder my movement. I was supported, but not restricted. I liked my image, had I designed it. ‘Ugh what’s taking so long!’ I muttered under my breath. I hadn’t even looked at my branding, after that glance at the station; I tried to look at it again, and remembered yes it was covered too.  My pocket watch scared me. An alarm went off, probably time for lunch at the warehouse.  Oh well I’ll just dissmi--- ‘MY WATCH!’ I Shouted, It had been in the suit all along, had its own pouch close into my body, I didn’t even realize its chain was hanging. Finding it on me, in the very suit my new owner built for me, gave me hope. My watch was untouched from when they stripped me in processing. Maybe this owner does think I am here, why else wouldn’t I just get a new one. I was interested. I gave my watch a squeeze and touched it to my forehead, the only skin left to the air. It was warm. That kind of pocket warm you feel with them. Putting my watch in its pocket, my mind started racing again. What slaver, is this over the top with a slave. Now I wanted to know.

I sat straight, with my legs together straight in front of me and my hands folded in my lap, with the mirror in front of me, just staring at myself in it.  I heard the door open. The sound of the metal restraints clanging, ‘Here we go.’ I said quietly, I get to meet my new owner. They restrained me as usual, then very carefully, a girl small enough I had to kneel to let her do it, blindfolded me. I was led into a ship, which sounded like there was no one in it, I was harnessed into the seat and my limbs restrained by the seat itself. As the escorts left me, still blind and my head went back to, nope I’m definitely an object to them.

I didn’t even get to see my new owner, I was loaded like cargo and the ship just launched. I felt the ship drop out of frame shift, seemingly out of nowhere. Did we break down? Then I heard the door to the cargo bay open, it was a bulkhead door so there was no mistaking it.  I heard two people come in, then a metal clang, then nothing. I tried to jump out of my chair when the warm hand hit my knee. Only to be held down, but it successfully moved his hand up my leg a few inches.

‘So you’re Fullmetal huh?’ the man stated, with a tone that sent my heart-rate through the roof, and shivers down my spine. He took all but one finger off my body. Avoiding all the area’s I had hoped, he ran it all the way up and lifted my masked chin. ‘Ready to meet your new owner?’ I felt a piece of metal get placed across my lap, and I jumped again. ‘Lets show her to you!’ He exclaimed, him and the other person moving around behind me.  I heard someone kneel behind me. Undoing my blindfold. Pausing with it in place for just a moment. Then, It got ripped off.

There was no one there, Except a mirror. Showing me restrained to the chair,

‘OH WAIT,’ the man said placing his hand under my braid on my neck. ‘That’s you, this is your owner.’ He ran his hand across my shoulder keeping his middle finger on me as his hand moved; he ran it down my arm, extending a pointer finger. He kept is finger on me enough to tickle me, and make me nervous. His hand dropped on a button, and all the restraints holding me down retracted. Hidden into the seat.  ‘There she is,’

I couldn’t speak, or even comprehend what had just happened, I stared slack jawed from behind my respirator. I didn’t recognize either of the people there.  The Lady knelt down again; I tried to look but was stopped by the man’s hand on my shoulder. I heard cloth fan out, then the lady’s hands came up under my braid, tying the red bandana that had been my blindfold around the beginning of my braid.

The lady stood back up, it was Arlin, who had been covering her face with my blindfold. She laughed at my lack of a reaction and came around to face me.  The man dropped his mask to reveal her brother. The show off, playing the creep role just to freak me out no doubt.



‘Fullmetal.’ Arlin said.

‘I don’t get it Arlin. I was sold you said.’ I stated, astonished.

‘You were.’ She said, placing her finger on the base of my sternum, and I felt the square plates in it. ‘What’s in here might help.’

I opened the pocket, from the bottom, and pulled out one of the plates, it was plastic, in fact not a plate at all. A card. My citizen card, I pulled the next one out, my Slave card, the one only the owner would ever have. And finally a Bill of Sale with final sale written next to the 2 million price tag. It listed my citizen ID as Buyer, and my slave ID as Slave. I closed my mouth.  I was starting to cry.

Arlin smacked me. ‘Enough of that!’ She grabbed my branded hand and removed the knuckled glove.

‘I know you can’t read these line’s. So I’m going to tell you what they mean.’ She moved around behind me. Holding my hand from behind me placing her head on my shoulder, and pointing at the top line, She read in my ear, ‘I am enslaved. Never free,’ She moved to the bottom, ‘Freedom is what I make from it.’ Then she pointed to the middle line over the empire’s logo. In plain English both of us read it at the same time. ‘You are a slave now.’

She hugged me from behind, only briefly, ‘And don’t you forget that.’

‘I won’t,” I whispered. Still fighting back tears.

She came around the front, Put my glove back on, ‘your registered in the federation now. Slavery is illegal there, so you are breaking the law by owning a slave. My contact there has set up your ID to allow for you to have only one one. And this is her slave card,’ showing me my slave card, She then stacked it, both an Empire and Federation citizen card, and my Bill of Sale. She put her finger on the pouch after closing it. ‘Protect those with your life Fullmetal. They are your life.’

“I will Arlin. You know it.”

‘I have to see,’

‘What?’

‘Behind that mask!’ She said using my hands to remove it. Showing me how in the process, ‘The beautiful smile you have,’ I Smiled for her, ‘your gonna make me cry and you know I don’t do that damnit!’ She reattached my mask to hide my face again. I was still smiling.

‘Arlin, we need to do this now.’ Her brother piped up.
‘Right, Fullmetal,’ she said my citizen name after but I’m not telling you that. ‘this,’ She picked up the sword, ‘Is for you, both a blade and a rifle,  protect yourself, just like I had you train when you were hidden from the eyes of the empire. Strike fear with it, and it will never fail you.’ She motioned to the ship ‘This sidewinder was my mothers before I got it, May it carry you to the federation in safety. I have to go back, and you can’t come with me. This is where we part. Your 20. 5 years a Woman, 15 a boy. Make the rest count.’

I just nodded, like I did the first time we met. I look to her brother, ‘I suppose you’re the sick mind behind this suit I’m in, and the whole mind games of this trip.’

‘Absolutely.’ He smiled, ‘I had to leave you something to remember me with, and Arlin would remove my head if I didn’t protect you. Which is what that’s designed to do, even if it is a little; personal.’ The brother replied drawing out the last word.

‘A little personal? I said you were sick when I met you and you still are.  I’m lucky we share interests. Its still terrifying when you don’t know who it is.’

‘Well I had to have my last bit of fun with you, I have no replacement at parties.’

‘Lets pray my replacement secretly likes it like I do. Enough pride to be humiliated, but not enough to be hurt by it.’

Arlin’s brother just laughed, ‘Come on we have to go, you have to break the docking seal on this end.’” I finished looking at the bounty hunter through the edge of the cowl my bangs made.

“So they freed you huh. Shame that their dying acts will end with you back where you started.” The bounty hunter chimed in.

“Maybe, they were killed a month after getting back. Arlin Risked one call to me, to say goodbye.” I said standing up, the red of my bandana contrasting against my hair. “I watched as she was dissolved by a empire weapon.” I drew my sword from off my back, the edge charging up with plasma. “Now lets see if you can get me tied up in your ship as easily as you think.” In one quick move I spread my stance out, sword in right hand, blue edge glowing as the plasma ran down it with the black flat edges, mirroring the flames. I placed it behind me, and my knuckled glove hiding my left hand open out in front of me. I was completely relaxed, the weight of the sword sitting peacefully in my hand.

“You can’t take the eight of us,”

“I am a slave. Watch me.”

A matter of seconds passed, gunshots fired, and lights were hit with my sword, leaving the bounty hunter and me alone. In a pitch-black room, illuminated by the plasma flame running the 4 foot length of sword Lighting the inside of my bangs with my face a blue glow, the hunters face hidden in the shadow of the gun my sword embedded in. Cleaving it in half. The warning came up on my HUD as I look across the back edge of the sword, directly at the Hunter. The station alarm had gone off.

“Hunter being hunted.” I Growled drawing out each word, using the full depth of my voice to unnerve even more.  I fired the rifle built inside the sword, firing a plasma ball out the end, incinerating the hunter’s gun, before going through his stomach. He fell on the table, struggling for air. I placed my head on the table in front of him. Bringing my blade close enough that we could both see each other’s eyes.

“Why are your eyes so kind.” He choked out.

“I know pain, your cruel ones only know the easy way.” I stood spinning my blade to align with to deadbolt lock on the door. I fired and a hole took its place.  With the door open the alarms lights poured in the room. The red emergency lights illuminating my bandana behind my head. I took a deep breath and sighed closing my eyes. Eyes taking a picture for the bounty I was after.  I opened my eyes, aimed, and fired, killing the bounty hunter. I shut the blade down as I flipped it over and put it back in the holster.

I left the hallway; I was greeted on the landing pad by the security head of Cleve Hub, Anton.

“You only got him to give you 100,000 Credits, Really?” I jested, annoyed at the cheap price he sold me out for.  “I’m worth 75 mil to them. ‘The nameless slave of Achnear’ ”

“The Dark Swordswoman, Fullmetal.” Anton Jested trying to put a regal tone to it.

“Now you’re just hoping to get somewhere” I laughed.

“Maybe I am, He paid his own bounty anyway, here,” he handed me the transfer authorization. “Was that story true in there?”

I looked at him. Open stared. “Everyword,”

“You were really born a boy.”

“And I don’t regret being changed either. “ I said pulling out my Pocket watch to check the time, despite the HUD having the display.

“So where is Fullmetal off to now to break hearts?”

“I couldn’t break one if I tried, we get as far as me speaking then it backfires horribly.” I Sigh, “Its on to meet this Chaos guy. He wants me to fake his death so I can collect the bounty on his head from those empire bastards.”

“Farewell Fullmetal. You left me a Hell of a mess.”

“Your welcome!”  I responded, moving toward Arlin’s old sidewinder, since retagged for the trip to the empire.

“Fullmetal!” Anton Shouted,

“What!” I shouted back over the engine noise.

“What’s your actual name now?” he shouted.

I was Laughing. “MARI THOWELL! SLAVE 2073015!” I climbed the stairs into my sidewinder hitting the close button as I went.


I met up with Chaos Reigns shortly after, shooting down his brand new stock sidewinder, and we both went back to my home world of Biliri, to collect his million-credit bounty.  After doing many trade runs with him and his clan, at Ten Kappa Pegasi, I made enough for my type six. Soon after my Diamondback Scout. We undermined for the first time, I made a 500,000-credit bounty in the Empire, reintroducing Fullmetal to their books. Burn Empire, B…U...R…N.