Ekaroth

Ekaroth had researched this facility for days. It was an interesting place—a government processing center for newly arrived dula, as well as some kind of testing facility. Testing what? He honestly wasn't sure. Even with his contacts from his time in the military and his seedier connections, he had no information on that part of the place. Not that it mattered—it wasn't what he was here for anyway. He was here to get himself a nice, new dula.

He honestly didn't have a lot of intel on the facility, which made him a little nervous. He didn't usually like to do a job half-cocked like this. Even the map he had of the facility was a little old. He lifted it up, flicking the hologram on. It flickered to life with a soft buzzing sound. Ekaroth studied it for a bit, glancing around as he slid into the shadows of the clean, sterile hallway. The furniture and decor of the hallway were a mix of modern aesthetics and Art Nouveau. It was perhaps confusing to the new dula—or in English, slaves. Those brought here were often utilized as government dula, kept in small rooms and cages in various government buildings, and used for cleaning and construction projects. It was a brutal life for them, filled with neglect and abuse—brutal even compared to privately owned human tanbith, who already had it difficult.

As for the test subjects held here, well, he wasn't quite sure about them. The rumor was they were captured from unknown space, but the information was well-guarded. He wanted a human dula, but that said, an unknown space alien that wasn't dangerous would do fine in a pinch.

Ekaroth's boots tapped quietly on the clean floor of the hall as he deftly darted from dark corner to dark corner. He came to a stop when he found the door he was looking for. It was marked on the map as dula processing. It should be an area where any newly brought humans would be checked over. It was late, so any that were brought were probably just left there to fend for themselves until the morning when the workers came back in to check them over. They'd be confused and disoriented, of course. The process of bringing a human here from Earth was a dangerous one. They'd be broken down into atoms, then sent through a tiny wormhole. The process was supposedly very painful for the human, and often they died in the process before making it, which is why the cost of them was so high.

Too high for a pirate like him to afford. But pirates don't need to pay, do they? They can just take what they want when they want. And what Ekaroth wanted was a slave to entertain him, give him pleasure, and work for him. Ekaroth pulled out his hacking device, typing in various symbols and directing the device's AI to unlock the door, adding a few simple modifications of his own to the code it output. The device beeped quietly, indicating the code had run successfully. The door made a mechanical click noise and began to quietly slide open.

"Well, here's hoping that old map is still good," he muttered as he watched the door make a soft hiss as it slowly opened.

The auction house was a huge towering place. A strange combination of modern aesthetics and art nouveau like all azorathian buildings. The humans stored withing had probably never seen such a thing before. Most had just been brought in either from owners who didn't want them any more and wanted to sell them along or freshly brought from earth. Ekaroth was hoping for the latter. A freshly brought in human straight from earth. Someone lost, confused, not already broken in. A tanbith who didn't quite know their fate yet, there place in this world. Some one who'd be a little bit of a challenge for him. Some one who'd be a little bit of fun. He always liked a challenge. This auction house, like all of them, was in a seedier port town planet. The practice of human slavery, while not illegal, was not looked on well. Not because the azorathians felt pity for the humans, oh no, because they thought they were inferior. Best to have an azorathian do the work then a human. And the fact many who owned these slaves were using them for sex as well, disgusted them. After all there was always the chance, no matter how remote given the sterilization of humans who are brought here, that it might produce a half-azorathian. Someone like himself. Ekaroth pulled out his hacking device. This particular auction house was...poorly guarded. Fortunate for him however, since now he'd be able to get himself his very first tanbith. The door let out a mechanical click indicating it was open. Ekaroth opened the door walking in. The room past the door was filled with cages. The place smelled of piss and fear. The humans were all huddled in large cages naked so they could be examined by buyers. Most of them looked on in fear of him. He was sure most had never seen a half-azorathian. Hell, most azorathians had never seen a half azorathian. But when they saw him they always were hostile. Spitting at him, cursing him out. With the humans fearing him it was...a nice change of pace. He love the power it gave him. He walked by each cage looking them over examining each one until he came upon on that seemed perfect. The right combination of fearful yet spirited. They seemed capable as well given their chart information posted on the care door. No name, azorathians never bothered with human names you don't need to know the name of an object. But medical info seemed good, personality notes were interesting, yup they'd do. He used his hacking device to unlock the cage door swinging it open and reaching inside to grab the human. "Your coming with me tanbith." It was always so fun taking what wasn't his. It'd be a while before they noticed this one was gone. They'd not miss it most likely. He'd led them out and back to his ship where he'd teach them their place as his new slave, his tanbith. He was going to have so much fun with this one. He grinned this wicked grin as he looked at them, his large hands digging into the flesh of their upper arm. Yes...this...was going to be enjoyable. Finally a companion that would have to respect him.