Chapter 9 — Chains Within — Part 2
Jenaea
For the first time she could remember, Jenaea woke when she
awoke rather than at the horrific trill of an alarm or the energised blade of a slave prod.
She looked around the cool blues and greys of the neat room and felt….
Out of place ….she was defiling the crisp sheets, polished floor by her presence. Violated and virulently exposed to the filthy taint of outsiders – how could it not stick to her – could it ever be removed?
A soft chime at the door prevented stewing further for the time.
“Oh…uh…come…come in…”
An immaculately beautiful red headed young woman holding a pile of fluffy towels r worth more than her entire hotel entered.
“You are you feeling?,”
No one had asked her that for so long Jenaea stopped with mouth agape.
The woman smiled setting her pile on a small table
“Here,” she went on unclasping a canister which opened into multiple small cups and bowls.
“Chilled gormin milk, kyala fruits and warm Gopin stew…”
The names were familiar but…did she really know them?
“…and towels and soaps for you to bathe when ready, just through there…if you need anything just ask, we can all hear you anywhere on the ship…oh of course, my name is Milaea, also here are Kiraea, Maeson, Selaena, Kassyndra and Valens.”
There was little recognition in her face Milaea realised…although the People had numbered just on 2000 at the Devastation and many knew each other, it was quite possible she didn’t know any other survivors.
“Is…is the Guardian here…” Jenaea finally said quietly looking at the food but not touching it.
Milaea nodded, there was much to update her on – but not now – the familiarity of the old ways would be best.
“I’ll get Kiraea, she’s a Guardian niece of Karintha,” against she seemed oblivious to the names
“And Valens, Grandson of Old Andis,”
“Andis…Old Andis…is he here?”
“No he…”
Always the truth Milaea reiterated to herself
“Was killed by Outsiders many years ago,”
The others arrived in short order, Milaea worrying how Jenaea sat like a ronto in headlights. She had been relatively buoyant, understandably vicious even at the hotel…but now her captivity was over…
<The shock is setting in> Valens noted telepathically as he entered Kiraea just behind.
“Jenaea,” Valens said kneeling before to avoid intimidating her by height,
“I am Valens, son of Lyssia, Grandson of Andis,”
“And I Kiraea, daughter of Yilaea and Karan, student and niece of Karintha,”
“Guardian…” Jenaea whispered
“Am I…are we…”
“Yes Jenaea, you are free at last, we’re on course for home now,”
Even as Valens explained her face became ever more pallid.
<Perhaps you should speak to her alone Kiraea, a woman and Guardian might be more settling…>
<Agreed>
“Kiraea will tell you everything, Milaea and I will see to the ship. The trip through to the deep core is long unfortunately, we will make a few small stops as well,” he offered a rare smile.
“It has been a hard road, but soon, you’ll be able to rest with People and the Goddesses.”
Milaea and Valens headed out leaving the other two women alone.
Kiraea sat on the floor cross legged before Jenaea who had barely moved. She pushed a gentle probe in the aether but the recoil was instant – understandable after all she had endured.
“Why don’t you try and eat something, it’s all from home!”
Jenaea looked at the food, smelt it, saw its thermal image, behind her electromagnetic radiation sight, even
felt it in the aether, it was real food but she…
“Guardian…I…I can’t I’m….I’m…”
Kiraea leaned forward as Jenaea burst
“Filthy! Unclean, unworthy, I couldn’t protect…couldn’t stop…the outsiders…”
Like lighting Kiraea had her arms around her pressing Jenaea’s head onto her breast.
“You are clean and pure! It was not your error, the Outsiders did this, the guilt and punishment will be theirs…” Kiraea could barely keep her own voice from trembling with rage –and regret for not slaughtering every Outsider on Hgla Station.
Jenaea’s tears pierced through Kiraea’s light lace outfit – lingerie Sofa called it – comfortable Kiraea termed it. Along with it came sweat and the smell of decay that still clung to Jenaea’s hair – as soon as they got her on board they put her to bed with a gentle suppressive totem – hopefully once physically clean she would feel better…
Kiraea knew it would not be a cure all, but it would be a start.
With gentle prompting verging on a Guardians order Kiraea had her eat the majority of the food, undressing with her took her into the shower, gently but firmly helping Jenaea scrub and wash everything years of unhygienic living had scaled upon her.
Her body was almost emaciated, rib and abdominal bone plates that distinguished Aethans further from other humanoids and protected their organs better visible under taught skin. Pink scars and purple bruises from beatings and electric shocks possibly months old were still visible.
It was testament to the hardiness of the Technocracies genetic design she was alive, Aethans required heavy metals and super-dense proteins to thrive – Outsider humanoid food ‘thin’ and barely able to sustain them over the long term. Up to a quarter of an Aethans cellular energy derived from photosynthesis from a vast range across the electromagnetic radiation spectrum making the most of the high radiation in the deep core that was fatal with prolonged exposure to other species.
Up to 60 percent of Jenaea’s energy was being derived this way. While not as damaged as Lydan her recovery physical and psychological would be extensive.
Finally finished Jenaea seemed hesitant to touch the warmed fluffy towels, again Kiraea sensed a fear to contaminate them.
Very Extensive.
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Maeson
A head exploded beside him spattering this Mark 1 armour with gore. It was added to seconds later as he rammed his left fist through the chest of a Pantoran, his right firing a charric rifle to blast another’s head apart.
The operation was going well from what Maeson could see. It could hardly not.
A Pantoran Smuggler and slaving vessel the Sons had been tracking for sometime had landed in an abandoned industrial district on Nar Haaska, it served as a staging point, forgotten and ill defended given they were only a three dozen man operation of prison exiles from Pantora
Four Aethans was overkill.
Himself charging through the bulk of them Valens just behind every swing of his sword splitting a body – Selaena on a rickety control tower sniping anyone fool enough to try anything smart – and Milaea keeping back from the main fighting but hurling defensive barriers around two dozen Sons of Kessel and a further twenty Extolled who had come with them from Aethas for some ‘blooding’.
The Pantorans would’ve stood no chance against Valens alone – the battle was over in less than ten minutes, the last blaster burnt corpse dropping to his knees.
Kicking it indifferently Maeson sighed. This was such low level work it was embarrassing…but that was all the Sons of Kessel could manage, the main goal here was to capture the ship for a few small pickups under the cover of being slavers.
Mumbles, heavy booted and short strode up beside him.
“This ship will help…we can free at least…” Mumbles almost sighed at this
“A hundred, maybe more…”
Hondo station and Vulpter had been a turning point for the Sons, their fleet destroyed their forces reduced to less than a thousand they had made a final flourish killing the Vigo’s Aur Hondo and Xithar…with substantial Aethan help…and then split into small cells of barely a dozen to avoid the retribution of ambitious Black Sun lieutenants who saw taking a Sons head as a way to gaining quick prestige.
It had not gone well for them since then, cell after cell had been hunted and made examples of...numbers were uncertain but the Sons now had no more than 400 across 30 odd cells.
“Better than none,” Maeson noted flatly “Did you want us to escort you at all?”
Mmbri shook his head
“We’ll be fine from here, you need to get back…though if you could…” he took out a small databpad that looked ludicrously tiny against his enormously thick psadan fingers as he tapped away.
“Another of our cells…on Boonta Sagplan…we haven’t had even the usual check in for…too long…if you get a chance…”
Boonta Shagplan was home to a very exclusive slave market and clearing house for the Hutt Throne worlds, a high end target to try anything on.
“An infiltration cell?”
Mumbles nodded
“That was what we’d hoped…deep cover of a dozen Sons trying to get jobs in shipping and logistics to pass on intel back to the other cells…last we heard they’d made a start...but then nothing…”
It was a bold move to infiltrate there, but made a lot of sense, deep cover operatives in place for not just months but years would be invaluable as the Sons rebuilt.
“We’ll check in on them, send me the codes and call signs…” he gripped the shorter beings shoulder
“Farewell Mumbles…hopefully next we meet I’ll have a dozen Aethans with me.”
Mmbri could think of nothing better.
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Jenaea
The time passed in many ways no different to usual for Jenaea, so used to artificial gravity and lighting.
The gravity was gradually being reset back up to Aethas normal level of 2.8 times standard to help her adapt, the air was full of the noble gases that made her lungs feel full.
The food was richer, she felt
full after gorging on gormin milk and gopin stew
And then there was the nature deck. A large mid-section opened up full of plants and animals native to Aethas where she could touch grass, trees…
One of the women was always with her, Milaea, Selaena, Kassyndra or Kiraea. She didn’t know any of them except from sight at the Gatherings so many years before.
They talked to her briefly of their experiences, their hopes, offered her food, games, and small tasks to pass the time…
For all this attention she felt out of place,
tainted. Her home was not and had never been with the outsiders – but how could it ever be Aethas
after the outsiders.
She didn’t feel like herself – her usual sarcastic and persistent in the face of adversity self.
It was as if that person she was at the hotel mere days ago – the woman that paid no attention to the myriad abuses, sloughed on despite the beating and shocks, who kept her head despite it all - was gone…
In her place was a shell shocked woman who obsessively remembered every offence against her, every failed escape or retaliation, every stab and lash she’d endured.
And felt soiled for it all.
She found tranquillity only in brief moments, watching the gobril race around Obirio trees, Kreekles pluck at mushrooms that responded with aetheric resistances.
Noting this it was on some day or other while the rest of the People were off on some stop that Kassyndra took her to the Nature deck once more. As much as Kassyndra would like to get Jenaea home quickly, she understood the need to help repay the Sons for their assistance in pinpointing her and helping Jarys, Maeson and Selaena for so many years.
“I’ve been working on some embroidery,” Kassyndra said as the turbo lift glided down
“Did you mother, or aunts ever teach you to sew?”
Jenaea was simply staring forward.
“Jenaea?”
“Hmmm..oh yes a little…they were…potters, kiln workers mostly…”
“Oh that is wonderful, perhaps Maeson can help you set up a kiln when we get back…I’ve found doing those things I did with my family again helps.”
“Perhaps…”
The doors slid open and the burst of freshly cleaned oxygenated air wafted over them.
Stepping along the walkway that turned into a large curved path through the vast soil filled beds and small natural looking mini-creeks and brooks water pumped between native chunks of stone, Jenaea noted a hunched body near a large pile of soil and cut branches.
She could see the body visually, thermally, smell the abnormal particles…but not in the aether.
The figure stood, a wretched pointed face with neither nose nor lips and creatures scuttling down moss covered plating that served as clothes seemed to smile at her.
She screamed.
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“Ruus, one of the Extolled gardeners was working there….” Kassyndra whispered just outside Jenaea’s room, one of the eight large rooms on the
Aertemisaea on the fourth deck reserved for living areas, gymnasium and medical facilities.
“Of course I couldn’t sense him while coming down…she was quite shocked by him…I think he was even more terrified seeing an Avatar cry like a Banshyy at him.”
The slip up was forgivable, no one’s fault, but still it was a large set back after only very minor progress.
Kiraea sighed, “I’ll talk to her explain the situation that the Extolled are Friends…but I think for now if they could schedule when they are on the nature deck….”
There were thirty Extolled with them on this trip, five gardeners, five shapers and twenty warriors, serving both as support, Elite re-enforcements as well as an explorative team of their own to learn more about the Galaxy.
Milaea nodded “I’ll speak to Kor-Ash I’m sure she and the others won’t mind,”
“Perhaps we should head straight back…” Kassyndra suggested
“Maeson agreed to stop off at another Hutt world first, it’s not ideal but the more we can get done on one trip the better…it should only take half a day extra, mean time perhaps two of us should stay with her instead of one…she needs healing, and we can only do that in numbers,”
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Jenaea had mostly calmed down when there was a gentle tap on the door.
“It’s Maeson with some fruits…he can leave them outside,” Kassyndra explained from what she sensed.
“No it’s fine…” Jenaea was still on the bed sheets tightly wrapped around her resistance to touching things for fear of contaminating them diminishing KAssyndra hoped…
or she considers them already soiled by her…Maeson entered with a large woven basket brimming with Kyala fruits.
Jenaea tentatively probed him as he set it down on the table opposite the bed.
“Plenty to eat, fresh from the nature deck…first ones to grow in space in fact…”
“You were…the one at the hotel…who put the totem in the tips jar,”
He turned with a sad smile
“I was…I’m sorry I didn’t take you then…I was only equipped for reconnaissance…”
“Maeson lead the operation with our allies to find you after we heard your call for help in the aether,” Kassyndra added
Jenaea didn’t reply expect to look at him, a world weary face trying to find purpose and joy again. Not so different to her.
“Well I’ll leave you two to rest,”
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Maeson had been gone a little while, Kassyndra clearly feeling from Jenaea the attraction toward her saviour. Jenaea was a few years older than Kiraea, had she been healthy and on Aethas…
“You know Maeson was once trapped just like you and I, forced to labour in mines for years,”
“But he had the strength to escape…” was Jenaea’s self-depreciating reply.
“No, Jarys rescued him, with the help of the Sons of Kessel who had helped Jarys escape Nar Shadda and kill the Hutt responsible for the attack on our village…”
Even as Kassyndra continued trying to console Jenaea that there was little to nothing she could’ve done a comment almost forgotten stuck with Jenaea.
“Jarys killed the Hutt responsible…”
“Yes as he escaped the fighting pits,”
“How, exactly how?”
There was a predatory and lively edge to Jenaea’s tone, one that Kassyndra was pleased to hear, the stirrings of recovery.
“He used the aether to tear the Hutt, Myzm was the name, eyes out, rammed them in the fat creatures mouth before immolate it with the aether,”
“And the body?”
“Unfortunately Jarys had no time to display it as a warning to others,”
For quite a while Jenaea sat silently brooding, thoughts long lost recurring in her memory…names…faces of all those who had harmed her…the list she used to keep of all those she wanted to punish.
Finally it struck her.
No amount of water or soaps could cleanse her of accumulated outsider filth - it wasn’t what they had done to her that made her dirty…it was her lack of retribution.
She had given the order at the hotel yes…but she had not done the killing herself.
Only the blood of outsiders could cleanse her, make her feel redeemed and avenged. But she was not a warrior, barely two thirds her healthy weight…yet….
She had to do it before she went home…she could not return to Aethas so unclean.
Her limbs trembling with resolve she gripped Kassyndra’s hand,
“I must speak with the Guardians,”
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