Silent Void
*This is an adult story if you are not 18(21 in some evil places) I must ask you close this now (Yea I know not going to happen but my ass is covered) Remember to comment or flame don't hold back now I'm in to that sort of thing. * So this is the first part of my new story series I'm going to be working on involves a coon cat her young life and how she will grow in to a ruff and tuff space pirate lord....Hay I don't see you writing anything beater :P*
There's something to be said for silence, so few get to truly enjoy it. Out here in the void I sometimes slip out for EVA work just to turn off the box and listen to nothing, the slow beating of my hart and my breath the only sounds keeping me company. In this time, so few things speak to the soul yet when I'm out there, floating in a sea of nothing. I can't help feel akin with the All Mother. I was born in silence; no father, my mother dead before I was even born. Doctors like to say I was a miracle cub, the Oracle said I was the bringer of death... My life sucked.
The station I spent my early years on was a dilapidated wreck, its name once inspiring, now a joke. The Ever Grace was once a sight to see, main trading post for the Imperium, it had ships coming from all ends of know space. Hundreds of ships a day filling there hulls with goods for transport. I spent my child hood cleaning waste junctions below all that though. Orphans learn quickly in the void, there's no one to help you; we either grow fast or die and if the latter no one would cry.
The Imperium fell when I was nine. The splinters of the once grate lords of space were all that remained, form one came many, from many came war. The wars were short mercifully. The Ever Grace was hit hard early on, we lost friends. I learned to survive. Hell, they still tell stories of me on the wreck, eleven years old boarding parties screaming threats into every door. The station was under there control for three moths during that time however I was still free they spoke in hushed voices of the demon in the waste levels. In truth I only killed three yet they were big powerful males how any normal fem could do such a thing was beyond them.
It's not too hard when you know every junction and control hub. Close door a, flood hall b, drawn guys with gun with shit, served them right. They had killed my friends, the few I did have. Had them shooting at shadows down there after only a week, I don't know how the stories got so outlandish. I suppose fear and war corrupts the mind. By the time they left I was a demon in there eyes a monster a creature that could walk thru walls and draw out your very soul. Ridicules nonsense, the only thing worse was there attempts to describe me. Not that that needs repeating mind you, I'm not anywhere near that horrifying. Granted they were more enticing then the crude wanted posters out for me now.
Hell, I've been called cute by a few, dead men. Since I don't know much about my linage I can't rally give you a clear line on what I am, most say I'm a coon cat and if that's what they want to call me I really can't complain. There are worse things for a black cat with a really bushy tail to be called. Once the wars ended and the three factions had there fragments of the old Imperium things settled down. Its amazing how they could just go back to living there lives. Me I changed and there was no going back, maybe it was being alone down in the waste levels to long or watching the others die, maybe it was the gurgling sound the males made when I flooded the tunnels...yea could be that, I liked that sound.
Three more years on that rust bucket was all I could take, fourteen years old and I was looking for a new life, seems young now, back then seemed too long to wait. The smartest youths are fools, true words. Times were different; peace is only as good as your shields and you're only as useful as what you know. That is cosmic law, if your dumped on a lifeless rock can you survive with just your wreaked ship's guts, I can. Knowledge is said to be the greatest prize one can obtain. So that's what I set out to do, I could not hope to survive off the Ever Grace with out knowing how everything on it worked. I knew every thing about cleaning water from waste did that since I was six after all but what about the air? Food, lights what kept this station alive?
I had a stigma by that time, everyone remembered the girl who survived bellow. There was a whole orphanage at one point now there was just me. The others were no as adept at hiding, perhaps it's a gift, some find it difficult to stay in one place for hours with out moving. Yet that's what I would do sit and wait, days weeks absolute silence. Life for me after the war was filled with side glances, grown folks trembling as I passed, fear is powerful. It is like respect, but far more dangerous. When people fear you they can jump to causing you harm fast, to silence that fear. I had to learn the art of manipulating fear with out crossing that line of being a threat. To get close to the workers to learn what they were doing to gain there trust and yet keep them wondering if it was even safe to be near, it was a grand trick.
I had been wearing overalls from the waste levels for years but now I decided to make them stand out a bit, first I replaced the buttons with two dog skull pins; I'd pinched form a shipment of trinkets. Next I died the whole thing as black as me, with that done I was truly a sight that seemed out of place no matter were I was on the station. As long as I did my job no one would complain but it defiantly put them on edge. The workers on the other decks acted as I new they would at first when I started looking over there shoulders as blatantly as possible. The first tried to ignore me in hopes I'd go away but after a few weeks one got the nerve up to speak to me.
"Why do you keep hanging around us like that?"
I looked him over for a good minuet, he wasn't very big. Normal tech guy really, slim build, short mane so it would not be in the way of his work the smarter of the three id been following.
"Watching and learning, it's dull down there, savvy?
"Not normal, a girl your age interested in this kinda stuff."
"Do I look normal?"
That's what I did you know, don't think any of them really realized just what I was doing. Steel a manual here and there it's not like any of them tech ever actually read the dame things. Can't blame them, there dull but it comes in handy to rewire an o2 recycler in less time then it take you to suffocate, anything longer then that and well it really is not to useful if you catch my drift. I could not do the job I used to by this time, I was well too big. The thing about the waste levels is most of the time you have to crawl thru some tight spots to get at things. I was no cub anymore; pulse crawling in shit was starting to disgust me, true it did make my immune system tougher then nails made of impervum.
It was slow going finding something else to do on the station, rule one of space living if you're useless you're dead. No one tolerates laziness or any other word you can think of that means a furson who don't pull there wait, savvy? So I had to find something to do that was productive to the station or risk getting air-locked, for you grounders out there that's when they grab you stick you in an air lock and punch the open door button for the out side doors no EVA suite required. A truly painful way to die, but it's clean and leaves very little mess. Now don't go misunderstanding I wanted off the station but I wanted to survive the trip. I found work doing the only work I girl of my standing and education or the lack there off could, I'm not proud of the prostitution, iv met some who found it empowering or some shit.
Let me say this clear and proper, I hated it, it disgusted me, but it paid for my swill and kept me breathing, savvy? I didn't do much special, fulfilled the desires of the desperate. I striped down rapped my fluffy tail around them and let them do as the wished, to a point. And that is what forced me to leave on a much more hurried fashion. It was a normal night call; the guy was scum as most of my cliental, if you can call them that, were. He worked in one of the pubs on board; keep the trash out was his basic job. It sickens me here I am selling my ass, latterly. Just to stay alive and here is this guy who just stands in a bar all day, where is the justice in that? I knew technical specs for most of the systems on the station and the only job I could get was slut, her is the big dumb bastard and he can just stand there looking tuff and get paid, and on top of that now I have to sleep with.
At that point in my life I was fairly slender, not eating right lack of money et cetera et cetera. Yiffy little black coon-cat for your pleasure sir, gag. Know understand I like me a man now and then but this was not in any way my choosing. He was a tuff macho male bravado machine; you know the type big tiger, strong wide shoulders, tiny dick. O was I not supposed just blurt that out. How can you be that big and have a roll of nickels for a cock, I demand quarters or beater. I can work with it but dame how disappointing where's the equine when you want one. Hell I dint make this far but just shaking hands.
"Aw yea, love the, bad luck kitty act."
"Heh, you like the little naughty witch look hmmm, Shame I have to slip out of this then, ~smirk~"
That's right watch the tail, keep the ass on the money maker, this guy an easy mark. Little bending over and o no the top slipped, look at him he is into this hard, might even get some extra out of him, nice.
"My harts so cold, why don't you come on over here and try and warm it all up"
Big hands, means big, well guess not. At least it won't be difficult. That's it make it look like its huge, fluff the ego. Deep breath now, another plus no risk of choking this time around, he is already all warmed up but if I get him a little closer this wont take as long.
"Aw, yea suck it you little dirty bitch."
Don't react, don't bite down, I hate that word. Cup the rocks, roll them that's it just don't go off in my face.
"Yea, take it, screw it enough of that come here."
Shit, dame twisted my frakkin hand ass, suck it up, get over it...it will be over...
"Hay now I like it a little ruff, but take it easy on..."~crack~
Ouch, shit what the hell, o man I might be in over my head here. Think, think, dame it he is crushing my wrist.
"You're going to take it how I give it..."
Just bear it, Kat you can do this hill tier and leave if you don't fight he wont hurt you, that's it yea just submit...No...No I can't I can't do it, get off, get off!
"Get off, you pig bastard!" ~!Crake!~
"Shut it, you dirty little slut, ill be off when I'm done."
If I can juts reach my pants, I can, I can. ~bam~
Looking back I'm not one bit sorry, there were rules. Every one knew that, you don't do what he did and you sure as frak don't go form role play to rape and not expect a girl to reach for the blaster. I stowed away that night on a cargo ship, head I didn't know and I didn't care. If I had, well for one Id would have picked another ship. How was I to know it get hit, its not like us pirates give notice ahead of time, well now its out there I said it All Mother, I'm a filthy pirate now, I've been worse things. Frak it, dame box blinking at me, all right will pick this up another time from here, iv got time to make peace with you on it, don't I? ... hmm was half expecting an answer, the silence of space is as close to a spiritual place I'm going to get after all.