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Saved to be a Pritates slave.

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Ibuki No Sakura

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Nov 6, 2009
The year, 500 SC, Human kind strives and pushes in the past had finally brought about travel and colonization in space. Even so this had caused much controversy. Many who left earth founded new nations on habitable planets or space colony's. Causing much unrest and the more nations there were, the more wars there will be. Over the Five hundred years of Space colonization there had been countless wars. Yet more so, venturing into space had been common, so many people have there own ships. Yet the wide open space, like the sea, has called upon those forgotten. Hoist the sails, don the colors, and fly the Jolly Roger high, as the sea had once had in the days of old, so has space. Pirates have come to become a dominate force once again. So many people weather they be poor or rich have felt Ol' Rogers call. Yet not all of these pirates can truly be considered such. Just as Pirates have come to rise so has Mercenary guilds.

Mercenary's though similar are practically the same as Pirates, they loot, pillage, steal, kidnap, anything you would expect a pirate to do. There is but one difference, Pirates do it all for themselves, Mercenary's do as they please but also are payed for what they do. Of these Mercenary groups were the most well known Silver Fang Pirate Fleet. Though they called themselves a Pirate fleet they were well known Mercenary, who would work for or with anyone for the right price. Yet even so they were also known for being the most notorious, pirates. It was always hard to distinguish weather they were Mercenary or pirates. All due to them working for one of the space nations, and turning around and attacking there ships and making them disappear, and leaving who ever they stole from unable to do anything. After just helping them how could they turn on them? They were so spread out they would give out all the secrets they had gained by helping them with it. Which would destroy the nation without a doubt. If there was a hope to get rid of them all nations would have to work together. Which would never happen, for how could any of them work together when they goals have always been to kill one another.

Among these pirates sat a single man who seemed rather unsuited for the life of one. Humming a odd song to himself as he watched out of the window into the wide open space. His appearance was quite well kept compared to all his companions. Unlike them, he was smaller, a moderately tone build, dressed in more a casual dress attire. He was quite the odd one out, compared to the large sweaty men who surrounded him. Yet none really seemed quite willing to get close to him. He was called 'Sharp eye' Eli, due to his skills as a shooter. Given any weapon that fires, and he would no doubt hit target. He seemed rather bored, it was a ruteen look over of the new captures. To pick new crew mates and to find the best slaves.
 
The ship had been a standard passenger ship with a shipment of supplies, headed toward the nearest space station. A few guards, but nothing major. The defenses had been take out with ease and the ship and crew captured. Several had died in the battle, leaving only about a dozen left. All men, three leaning toward the old weak side. They would be of no use. The others would be given an offer to join the crew. Those who accepted would be spared, the others killed or sold depending on what they had to offer. The captain licked his lips, not really so satisfied with the human plunder from this raid, though the supplies were wonderful, and not the entire space station would starve out, which is what they had been hired to do. Looking over the people, he shook his head. He only really wanted to keep two or so. The others would be sold, workers for whoever had the money to pay for them.

Standing in front of them all, in dead silence, he parted his lips to speak only to be interrupted by…shouting. He turned his head to see what all the commotion was about, arching a brow as he saw two of his men struggling with one flailing figure. So there had been a woman after all. And he could already tell she was going to be a handful with all the noise she was making.

“Don’t you touch me, you mother fucker! Swine! I’ll shoot you all! BLECK! AHH! OWW! STOPPIT!” She was kicking her legs frantically in the air, one man attempting to catch them but at the same time, not wanting to take a blow. For a package so small, she hit pretty hard. It could be assumed that the reason the man who was carrying her was bleeding from the face was because of her, and didn’t he look pissed, yanking on her hair as he kept his arm around her waist. But she wouldn’t shut up, she wouldn’t hold still no matter how hard he tugged, and they were not allowed to hit the surviving prisoners unless ordered by the captain.

Moving to said captain, the woman was thrown to the floor and then pinned, still screaming and kicking. The captain eyed her for a moment. She was attractive, her curves somewhat visible beneath the bulky clothing she was wearing. He imagined she had sweet curves, though, and was already bending down to brush her blonde hair from her face so he could really see her. And then she did it. The bitch bit him, drawing blood with ease, it was like her teeth had been filed. He roared, clubbing her with his other hand to free himself, holding his hand, watching the blood drip down.

“Well now…” he grunted, taking a step back. “Men?” he called, looking around at his crew. “What shall we do with her? Rape her?” Happy cries abounded. “Kill her?” More happy cries. “Both!?” That seemed to be what the majority wanted. Bending down again, he looked down at the now still woman. “What to do…” he said with a slow smirk, mulling over his options.
 
Eli had been part of the cause of so much of the death caused on board. But it wasn't his fault, they armed the civilians. He was never good at not killing a moving target, or a target that's shooting back. But that wasn't his fault, it was his training, and all the battles he had fought. You had to be fast and accurate if you wanted to live in there days. Eli scanned over the survivors, worthless he thought. Eli had always hated this part of the job, watching the men who lost there wills, to see how the crew bickered with one another with what they wanted. It was repulsing they were all so annoying. By the time they were put in front of the captain they had submitted to there fate. It was only moments later the noise came. This sparked his interested watching from his seat by the ships bar. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the man behind her's head. He knew the man and didn't get along with him. It was overly funny to him, 'Strong man' Brueman got his head cracked open by a little girl. He watched as they pinned her and bit her.

He was having such a hard time not bursting out laughing. Listening to them yelling annoyed him yet he couldn't hold it. He busted out laughing so much that he fell off the stool and was rolling around. All the cries went silent, as they moved giving the captain a clear view of who it was. To anyone's surprise it was Sharp eye. "Well 'Strong man'... I guess your.... Not so strong now are ya? Got your head cracked open by a little girl! Your so pathetic!" Eli roared in laughter, a few of the others found themselves chuckling with him. He was right, it was rather sad that such a little girl had hit him hard enough to bleed. It quickly grew to everyone laughing at him, so much for the 'strong man Brueman.' There were even jokes about him changing his name to sissy man Brueman. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that Eli!" Brueman yelled at him making all of them shut up. Yet only seconds went by before a shot was fired. A piece of Brueman's eye evaporated from a shot of light. He had said something he shouldn't have. Dropping to the floor holding his ear, he glared at who he knew shot the round.

"I told ya Strong man, the names Sharp eye to you, nobody but da captain, and those I tell can call me by my name. Next time you say it, the shots going between the eyes." Eli spoke nobody had even seen him pull out his gun or realized when he stopped laughing. He pulled himself together getting up, and dusting himself off. "Oi, captain why don't I take the girl?" Eli spoke it would be a surprise to everyone, he had never wanted or even asked for one of the prizes from pillaged ships. It was no doubt this girl really caught his interest.
 
The events that followed her being pushed down onto the ground were surprising, but then not that much. Ki watched, pressed down tight into the ground to the point that her ribs were aching under the pressure. These men were pitiful. Fighting amongst themselves. To top it off, they were calling her little, acting like it was such an insult to be hit by her because of her size. Puffing out her cheeks, she attempted to move again, suppressing a yelp when the man on top of her jabbed her in her side. Her poor, poor ribs. She didn’t doubt she was going to have bruises after this, though honestly that should have been the least of her worries, given when the captain had been purposing. Kill her, rape her. Typical space pirate behavior. She had already decided that she would put up as much of a fight as possible, even if they threatened her with terrible fates.

The captain, Levon, had got a bit of a chuckle out of the situation himself. He admired Eli, and always had. A classy man if there was any here. As far as he was concerned, Brueman deserved losing his ear. He looked back down at the woman on the ground, lazer pistol in hand as he thought about just ending the trouble now, because he knew there would be plenty. But then Sharp Eye spoke, and he stopped, lifting his gaze to look up and over at the man near the bar.

“If you want her, she’ll be your responsibility.” Levon said in a low, warning tone. “If she does something wrong, you get to clean up the mess, and if it’s bad enough, I’m afraid you’ll take as much of a punishment as she will.” He just wanted things to be clear, before the smaller male made a mistake. This girl was more trouble than she was worth, anyone could see that now.

The little blonde, however, was not protesting. If anything, this was the best possible thing that could of happened to her. She could get away from the man with ease, even kill him if she got her hands on a weapon. She had far more of a chance with him then being shot down right now, here. Or raped. Rape would be bad. This guy, he was bigger than her, but still… All men had their soft spots.
 
Eli grinned at the captain, he knew that was true, but anyone who knew him, knew he wouldn't back down. Eli kept his word, even being a pirate if he said it would be done it would. This was what had earned him the most respect he had earned. "Well Captain, as long as she can entertain me, then I don't mind. The minute she gets boring is the minute I will shoot her through the heart." Eli spoke firing a shot that barely singed her hair. It was right in front of her face, if this was any indication, it was sure he wasn't as much of a push over as she would think. Though the idea of punishment thought wasn't one he enjoyed. He pointed his gun at the captain, a hard look on his face. Everyone pulled there guns on him. "Did I even back down from a challenge captain." Eli grinned pulling it up like he fired the gun making a bang noise. His gun pointed to the one on her back, he quickly scrambled away. Eli quickly moved to her putting his gun away, he grabbed the back of her clothes quickly dragging her to the door. "See ya later boys, time to have a bit-o-fun." Eli laughed as he pulled her out of the room, the door sliding closed behind him. He didn't let go, but it was clear that resisting at this point would be a bad idea.

Not like she could get away, It wasn't long before he returned to his own room, tossing her in. It was a modest size cabin room. Not much was in it, just a bed, dresser, quite a bit of room. There was but one small bathroom, complete with shower. "Got quite a bit of spark in ya lass, almost got you killed. Ya did good, whacking Brueman, like that. Not many could make him bleed like that and get away without being punched in the face." Eli laughed as he leaned against the door blocking anyone from entering without him unlocking the door.
 
Levon looked back at Eli, unflinching when the male pulled his gun, pointing it at him. Most would of never been able to get away with something like that, but Levon held some sort of respect for Eli. Probably because he knew the man could kill him. He was fast enough. The captain chuckled softly when the other man said bang. Shaking his head, he turned away, looking back at the other prisoners, knowing he would have to decide what to do with them now. He would let Eli have his fun, though he was not so sure what he would do with the woman. Eli had never asked for a woman before, and never really took part in the group rapes that occurred on board. But maybe he did have some sort of, er, wild side.

In the cabin, Ki stumbled forward, lifting her hands and pushing her hair back, grumbling something quiet under her breath before she looked up at Eli. She opened her mouth, thinking about screaming some profanity at him but she stopped. He had yet to lunge at her to take her clothes off, and he hadn’t shot her, though she was a little miffed that he had shot /near/ her earlier. And that comment, about the shot through her heart, she hadn’t been to fond of that. More so because she knew he could actually do it. The man had pulled a gun on the captain of the ship and survived, so apparently he had something she was unaware of.

He talked about Brueman, what she did to his face, and she just snorted. “I’ve done worse to bigger men. He didn’t scare me. Neither do you, or your fancy shooting. You’ve got balls saying you’d keep me. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’m not going to be your slave or your pet or anything. Sure as hell won’t sleep with you.” She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring. “But I can strike a deal with you. You let me go, I’ve got plenty of stuff you might want. Airships, weapons, or just straight cash.” Yeah, time to bargain.
 
Leavon respect was well placed. It was always questionable why Eli hadn't broken away and just started his own crew. There were quite a few of the crew members who were more loyal to him then Leavon. This was mostly due to his habit of treating everyone the same, he didn't care if they were forced, willing, or just slaves of the ship. He didn't care they were all the same to him. His reasons for staying out of the rapes was due to him thinking they lacked quite a bit of tact. Having a bunch of sweaty men filling up one woman then when one is done another one enters her. It was disgusting thought to him, he thought it ironic though. These were the same people if you looked at the other wrong they would start a brawl. The girl amused him greatly, she really did misunderstand Brueman. Not to be surprised, it wasn't often you ran into someone who was genetically altered. He found himself laughing at her, she really did misunderstand him greatly. Eli moved close to her, without being seen he had pulled his gun from it's holder holding it against the bottom of her breast, close to her heart. It seemed as though he was just waiting to shoot her till he got back to his room.

"Listen to me little lady, trying to bribe is the worst thing to do. Me of all people because there's a simple fact, that I don't care. The only reason you are not back there among a pile of my sweaty crew members is because your interesting. So try to keep that in mind, never the less I don't intend to keep you as a slave or a pet really. I intend to keep you around as long as you can amusement, any longer then that has no point. After all on this ship your life is worth about as much as a bullet from my gun." Eli explained moving away from her to the bed. She would find even if she got to the door there was no way to open it. It had been manually locked with a hand print and key code. She was stuck in here, he was interested in what she might try next.
 
This man, Ki had decided, had a very bad sense of humor. He was laughing at her, and that irritated her beyond that which there was words to describe. And it showed, too. Her cheeks reddened and her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists, body as stiff as a board. No one really knew where the little woman’s rage came from. It was assumed family, though no one really knew her family. She was off on her own, exploring space, getting herself into plenty of terrible situations as she went. Though now that she thought about it, this was probably the worse. She’d never been caught by an entire ship of people who stole, killed, and raped for a living. That was new. While her instincts might of told her to shut up and play nice, it wasn’t as though she would be listening to them. She never had, and she was still alive today, still alive this moment, on a ship full of cut throats. The one she was with now, though, she wasn’t so sure about.

A gun touching her. What an uncomfortable feeling. Her breath hitched as she looked up at him, clearly uncomfortable with how close he was, though the gun pressed into her breast probably also had a little bit to do with the distressed expression on her face. Though despite this, defiance still shone in her eyes. He left her and went to the bed, leaving her to eye the door. She wouldn’t be able to open that unless she cut his hand off while he slept. Tempting.

Pivoting on her heel, she moved toward him. Her strut was not very feminine, and neither were her clothes. She had been dressed like all the other men who had been captured, in an un-form fitting black jump suit. Stopping so there was still a good enough amount of space between them, she huffed again. “Alright. So we’ve got…no bribing. I can refrain from that. You’re not worth giving anything to anyways.” Her and her insults. It’s like she was begging to get shot. “What else can I not do? Don’t want to piss you off. You’re a touchy little bit- …man.” She didn’t want to offend him to terribly much. It was obvious she was struggling to contain her temper and just attack him. Her face was still glowing.
 
Despite her spark, she knew when to back down, that was good. It meant that she wouldn't get herself killed unnecessarily, most of the time at least and he could keep her under his thumb for the most part. When she asked what she couldn't do He began laughing at her again grabbing her baggy shirt pulling her in close. "It's not what you can't do, it is more of what you 'Can' do. Your job is to keep my on my toes, do as you please, try and make my life hell. I would hate for a day to go by without you trying to kill me once. Be creative, cause trouble, life isn't fun without a bit of Chaos wouldn't you agree?" Eli laughed he was out of his mind or most would think. But it did give a bit more view of his character. A thrill seeker, someone who didn't care if he lived or died, someone who enjoyed Life-or-death games, and to him she was the games partner. He got the feeling she would actually enjoy these terms. He was actually asking her to try and kill him? To cause problem, he didn't want her to hold her temper. He wanted her to scream, yell, fight, and everything.
 
Ki grunted when Eli caught her shirt, pulling her toward him, which made her mad. She didn’t like closeness unless it involved her hitting someone. But still, she held back. Although listening to him now, the woman was starting to think that this man was insane. He was asking for her to let loose. She half thought it was a trick, get her to do something bad just so he could beat or kill her for it after it happened. Still, the only way to test that theory was to try, and how she wanted to. The way he laughed in her face, still holding her shift, she was twitching with anticipation. Now she was actually going to be able to attempt to saw off his hand in the night. Apparently that was fair game. She jerked backwards away from him, finally getting a tad too sick of the contact. “You’re an idiot, then.” She said simply. “Because you’re going to end up dead. But before you do, you should tell the rest of the crew you told me too.” But, no, she wasn’t going to give him the time.

Without a second thought, the little woman had lunged at him there on the bed. If she could get on top of him, get an advantage, she had weapons under that baggy clothing with her, including a pistol and a knife. Both which could be fatal if she could use them correctly.
 
"Call me what you want girl, But there's there's no fun in living while not watching your own back. It keeps you sharp on the pull." Eli spoke as he watched her pounce, he rolled onto his back bringing his feet into the air catching her dead center on her stomach, pushing her back, causing her to slam into the wall. He immediately flipped himself back to sitting. "And wheres the fun in letting them know about my fun? If they know then they will expect the things you do and go after just me. I won't be able to see the real anger on there face. There surprise that your doing it! Oh, and don't think I haven't noticed the gun and Knife in your clothes. You don't hide them well." Eli spoke swinging a pistol around and fingering a knife in his other hand. A evil grin on his face, he had stole then from her, he had taken the knife when he had the gun pointed at her, and had just taken the pistol. It wasn't a surprise that a pirate had a thieves fingers. It was clear her was toying with her now, he took the cartage from her gun, then tossed the unloaded gun and knife back to her. "A good try, but im not called Sharp eye for no reason." Eli spoke as he got up from the bed moving to the door, blatantly ignoring her on the ground. "Well all be back in a bit, with some where for you to sleep. Be sure to set up a trap for when I get back!" Eli laughed as the door open, he locked her in the same way he had locked them both in. Now there was absolutely no way to get in or out though that door. But there was a ventilation shaft that would be just out of reach for someone of her size. It would be best to keep it in mind though for a later escape.
 
So it he wasn’t just fast with that gun of his. Leaning against the wall, holding her stomach, she was almost certain her knife would have dug into her at this point, though she was surprised to find that there was no knife, or gun, and then he said it. Lifting her gaze, watching him, the anger flared in her expression again, pain banished. He had balls. But he had to let down that guard of his sometime, unless he planned on never sleep. No, she would get him, when he was asleep, when he had his guard down, when he wasn’t armed. She would get him, she swore again to herself. If it was the last thing she did. Though, really, she didn’t want to die in the act of kicking his ass. She would have preferred to kick his ass, and then make some crafty escape. It just sounded better in her mind. Besides, she didn’t want to kill him and have the crew wail on her afterward. She might have been fast, but she didn’t know if she could outrun guns.

He was leaving, mocking her as she laid there on the ground. She sat, wordless, until he was out the door. Cursing up a storm, Ki pushed herself to her feet, snatching up her knife and trudging over to his bed where she tore open his mattress, pillows, and then anything else he had about his room before she took a seat on the torn bed. She did not want to play his games, she just wanted to throw her tantrums for now. She had spotted that vent. She could probably drag something over to it while he slept and get away.

Until then, she would avoid getting shot, but keep her pride at the same time by /not/ doing what he wanted her to.
 
Eli stood outside the room silently laughing to himself, a few crew members passing by curious of why he was. Yet no one dared stop to ask, the doubted they really wanted to know. She failed to realize no matter what she did, she was doing as he wanted. She was playing his game weather she liked it or not. Eli was one of the oldest of the crew that still lived, and few knew about him from before he joined. The only one who really knew was the captain, and not even he knew it all. "The game is beginning again." Eli muttered as he headed off, he returned to the passenger ship. Most of them were still going around trying to find any treasure missed that they were allowed to keep. Eli made his way through the higher class cabins going through each of the closets gathering up the most girly cloths that he could find. He hoped she wouldn't be to happy about it, but no doubt she would wear them eventually anyways. He also looked at the beds, until he found one that fit his room. Two others were looking through the room, they ignored him. Eli snatched up the mattress knowing his, or rather hers was in shreds. Eli chuckled to himself lightly as he took everything the mattress, pillows, and blankets. Making his way back to the room he open it, ready to kick her back in need be.
 
Ki had laid down on the torn up bed, holding her knife to her chest as she pulled the blanket up over her, bringing it to her nose. It was in tatters but she didn’t care, it was still something to cover her up with. Eyes closed, she looked oddly at home there in the bed of a space pirate that could of strolled in and shot her in the head at any moment. There was no point in getting her panties in a bunch. He had yet to shoot her. Shot close to her, but not actually shot her. Her little rump in the air, she looked pretty damn close to falling asleep. That battle had /not/ been a quick one. She had been running around the haul of the passenger ship for hours, narrowly missing bullets, knives. She was tired, and dirty. She needed a bath but it wasn’t like she was about to ask. No, she would just park it here in his bed until he came back and got pissed at her. That was the plan.

She heard the door open, but didn’t even flinch. She would play. She was asleep. What would he do?
 
Eli stood at the door looking around to see if any little traps were around, sadly he expected there wasn't. After all she was laying there, shaking his head. She didn't even try if she thought that she was being clever she wasn't. Eli moved in placing the mattress against the wall dropping the clothes to the group he grabbed a dress and opened bathroom door. He tossed it in uncaring where it landed. He got close enough, the bed that he could reach it with his foot. Using his foot to flip the entire mattress, he sat down right on the bed above her. "You know cutting up your bed wasn't the wises thing to do. Now when I get off of you why don't you go get in the bath, your dirty and you smell." Eli spoke blandly, he was stating what she already knew, and was telling her what she wanted. Hopping off of her he moved away from the bed giving him a distance to react easier if she struck at him. "There's something for you to wear already in there." Eli told her grinning his holster hidden behind the mattress. So was his hand, which was done by intent, to make her nervous of what he was going to do.
 
One her back so suddenly, Ki grunted when she hit the floor, moving to roll to the left but it was too late. He sat on her. She might have been small, but it wasn’t as if him putting the weight on her left her in agony. Just a state of discomfort. She grunted lightly in response to him, her eyes still closed. But he finally moved off of her and she shifted up, glaring at him, a little anxious because of the location of his hand. “Bath. Sure.” She said, pushing the mattress off and moving quickly, hoping he would neither grab her nor shoot at her, racing for the bathroom. She had wanted to get clean, and now she was getting her wish which was more than pleasing, but it still didn’t make her feel entirely too much better about her situation. In the bathroom she looked at the floor, and the dress she was suppose to change into. Sucking her lip into her mouth, she snorted. A natural clutz, and far from lady like, a dress was not something she did well in. She’d be flashing the entire ship. Sighing, she turned, slamming the door shut.
 
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