# Dancing Lonesome with the Stars

Author: Dr1ft3r0I
Tags: Abuse, Alien, Drabble, Female, Halo, Human, M/F, Male, Sex, Slavery, sangheili

A Halo AU involving those sexy Sangheili and the human they captured.

**September 7, 2557**

**Somewhere in Sangheili Space**

It was yet another packed hall that night as she danced.&nbsp; As befitting a ship crewed primarily by Sangheili, the hall was mostly full of warriors of that race; but, scattered amongst them were the occasional Kig-Yar and T’vaoan.&nbsp; She danced for them, teased them, promised them heights of bliss that surely only the Forerunners knew.&nbsp; There were other dancers, true, other women that they all admired.&nbsp; But she was different.&nbsp;

She was _human_.&nbsp;

From her alabaster skin to her flaming red hair, she was, to the crew of this vessel at least, as valuable as water in a desert.&nbsp; Even now, with multitudes of hungry, carnal eyes upon her, she exuded a grace and calm the accentuated her movements, gliding and swaying across the floor.&nbsp; Like a goddess made flesh, paths opened before her, hopeful patrons wishing for the closeness of this captured beauty.&nbsp;

A crowd stands before her, led by a high ranking Ranger.&nbsp; He steps forward, growling softly, his desires plain as day if one looked down. &nbsp;She stops, just inches away from his lean, armored bulk as she looks up at him coyly.&nbsp; They made an interesting sight, polished silver armor next to shifting blues and green sashes.&nbsp; He states that he claims her first for the ‘night,’ and she knows that is his right, according to his station.&nbsp;

Another patron roars, challenging the claim.&nbsp; This one is a Field Marshal, one that she is, for her position in life, reluctantly and intimately acquainted with.&nbsp; It looks as though the two will come to blows over her before the Ranger wisely backs off.&nbsp; She smiles forlornly at the almost lucky male as she slips over to the Marshal.&nbsp; He grins savagely as his prize stops beside him; all the others will have to settle with the regular Sangheili consorts for the night.&nbsp;

The human is taken to the Marshal’s chambers, a mere token politeness: she has, after all, served most of the males on this vessel, the Marshal merely using his title more often than not.&nbsp; They reach the room and step inside, the Marshal’s eagerness evident.&nbsp; Turning her head away, she dances one last time, discarding her clothing as she writhes.&nbsp; Soon, her body is exposed to him, her body shining with a thin layer of sweat already.&nbsp; The Marshal, now exposed, rushes forward and takes her, and takes her often.&nbsp;

When she awakens later, bits of armor are scattered about the Marshal’s chambers, the male asleep beside her.&nbsp; Her loins ache, patches of purple show the bruising of the last few hours, and the air reeks of stale sex.&nbsp; She sits up, and glares at the Marshal in contempt.&nbsp; Soon, he would die.&nbsp; Him, and every other alien bastard on this ship between her and escape.&nbsp; But not now.&nbsp; Not when she was injured, unarmed, and unarmored.&nbsp;

The captured Spartan known as Noble Six had lasted this long.&nbsp; She could wait to strike a little longer.&nbsp;

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