Winter's slaves - by Cobra

[Fquist_old]

“All systems halt.”

The small ship slid to a stop. Slowly, Cobra removed her visor and sighed regretfully. She put her visor on its respected shelf and pressed the button for communications.

“I don’t care if this is a bad time. You gave me permission to pass through this space and I intend to pass through.”

“Consider the permission void. You are not passing through.” The alien voice rasped on her ears.

“Let me speak to your superiors.” As she spoke she felt her eyes shift colors slightly.

Darn.



She’d worked weeks on keeping her eyes the same color. And now, a small incident had screwed up her whole training.



“Look, let me speak to your superiors and I will gladly get myself out of your space.”



“Turn on visual” Why oh why the heck why?



“Negative. Give me one reason why I should turn on visual?”



“Security.”



“And your scans will not do?” Lights started to flash on her controls. Leaning forward to check them she saw that she had been put into a tractor beam.



Darn once again.



“Release me! I demand to talk to your superiors!” She banged on a few buttons in hopes of breaking free but the field was too strong.



Her small ship was nearing the docking bay. Inwardly she screamed at herself for taking her weaker ship, Neptune Spider rather than her well-prepared Tygerlilli. Leaping up from the control center chair, she banged her head.



“Release me or I will press charges!” She screamed into the microphone. However, all she received as a reply were some weird unrecognizable mumblings and an odd-half laugh.

As her ship passed through the entrance to the docking bay she banged on the walls in frustration. This was not like the way Kzirin had dealt with her in the past.

Whirling around she saw the doors to her ship get forced open with a hiss. As the Kzirin filed in she slowly she pressed a small button on her watch, starting a distress signal.

“None of that.” One of them raised his blaster and shot her watch, slightly singeing her arm.

Darn.

“Arms above your head.” One of them commanded, while one of his associates relieved her of her blaster and of all her ammo.



Thank G-d that she strapped her knife to her ankle rather than her belt.



As he handed her weapons to the leader she caught something. On his arm was a brand, of an X with two alien letters beneath it.

It was the mark of a criminal, specifically someone who had been kept on one of the Kzirin prison camps.

As she raised her eyes to look at the others, she noticed they all had the same brand. However, the leader saw her small eye movements, and with a look of anger, raised her gun and hit her square on the forehead with it.

As the world went black and the pain in her head suddenly stopped in the suddenness of unconsciousness, the Kzirin dragged her and put her in one of their medical pods, filling it with blue fluid that would protect her from the elements of nature. The leader set the pod’s computer’s map, and the pod shot off to a planet in another solar system.



~*~

Snow covered the ground and more was falling on the small, unknown planet. Winds blew across the desolate surface and howled in the rock formations. The sky was a dark, unforgiving blue that always seemed to be sending down crystals of snow relentless of season, although all the seasons seemed the same.

The cold silence was broken by a loud thunk as the pod hit the ground. As the powdery snow settled, the frail surface of the pod cracked in the sudden cold. The glass-like substance shattered and the girl rabbit locked inside fell to the ground with the sudden lack of support, still unconscious. As the fluid was almost instantly frozen and carried off in the harsh wind, she was left, gasping for breath in the barren, frozen world fate had placed her in.

~*~

[Fquist_old]

Her eyes fluttered as the seemingly sudden awakening bestowed upon her a horrible headache and a freezing sensation in her limbs. She bolted up, and regretted it immediately as her head throbbed in pain.

The shards of the pod were scattered about, already half-covered in powdery snow. She soon discovered it as she jabbed her foot into one. The shard slit right through her boot, narrowly missing her foot. However, not one to let anything go to waste, she picked up a few shards.

The pod was pretty much destroyed, and would give no defense from the cruel winds and stinging snowflakes. The base was in tact though, so she started there.

Banging her freezing fists on one of the sides revealed a small first aid kit, completely empty and completely useless. However, she tried to open another compartment, and it revealed a dark brown tarp. It kept in hardly any heat, but it stopped the wind so she wrapped it around herself.

After finding nothing more, she raised her eyes in search of rescue of any sort. Nothing, nothing but snow and darkness was out there. The snow seemed to rake across her bare arms and the wind seemed to laugh at her futile situation. She could keep herself alive for a while, but without food she was dead.

Curling up the tarp even more around her, she set off. Nowhere to go, no one to plead to for help. Her watch was gone, and all the distress signals she had programmed into it were gone with it.



Evidently the Kzirin didn’t want her to tell anyone what happened.



Cupping her hands together she concentrated, and a small orb of fire appeared in between her hands. The slight heat helped, but the wind almost immediately killed the small flame.



She was really in deep quail* now.



Her puny attempt to find shelter was indeed puny. She could still see the remains of the pod, and she couldn’t feel her fingers. Her steps were getting shorter, and the freezing air was painful on her lungs.

As she trudged along, snow filling her boots, she murmured chants and prayers she learned as a child. Whether it was an actual prayer for help or delusions brought on by the cold she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was fading fast and all she could do was plead to her Deity for help, or for mercy after her death.

It was too much for this frail girl raised on a sun-blistered desert planet. As her feet gave way, she curled up as much as possible, with the tarp around her. Her lips were already chapped and had a small ice crystal forming to one side, but she still continued her endless prayers. She rocked back and forth slightly as the cold seemed to close in on her, depriving her of her needed heat.

The needle-like cold was now stinging her neck, slowly numbing her for the final strike. Her lips hardly moved as in her seemingly last breaths she begged for her Deity to remember her and the promises she made.

Her eyes slowly closed and she breathed in deeply, not expecting her lungs to be able to handle anymore. In her mind flashed the image of herself, standing at the gates of time, standing proudly with all the promises she made etched into the background behind her.



“I’m not finished with your life yet”



The words will almost whispered, but had the force of everything pure and mighty behind it. Her eyes snapped open, and she shot up into a sitting position. A girl rabbit, clothed in heavy garments to keep the cold out was leaning over her.

Although her lips refused to move, in her heart she offered thanks to her Deity and praises, as the girl gave a start and whispered.



“You live.”

~*~





*Deep Quail -- Basicly means, "trouble unlike anything you have seen or will seen". Applause to the person who get the Biblical referece.

[Fquist_old]

She didn’t remember much of the trip back, aside from the girl dragging her over to a large creature hooked up to a sled of sorts. Blankets were piled on her, and although they kept the wind off her, she had lost too much heat for them to be of any use keeping her warm. The sled set off, and soon they were going into a cave. The creature was unhooked from the sled, and the girl tried to help her up. Despite her strong arms, Cobra crumpled to the floor with numb limbs. With some slight pity, the girl half-dragged her over to a door and opened it, revealing a warm, circular and rather large cave.

Fire flickered from multiple orb-like lamps hanging around the edges of the circular room. An intricate beige, brown, red and black rug was placed in the center of the room, while rather simple and crude drawings of ships on brown paper were pasted to the walls, making the room almost seem larger. There were a few chairs in the middle of the room, and some small table scattered around the edges.

Cobra got a glance of some dark, menacing hallways as she was placed in one of the chairs. Letting her head fall back, she saw one of the most magnificent pieces of art she had ever seen.

The ceiling was painted a dark blue, with small glittering crystals scattered on it. It was a map of the stars, and a gorgeous one at that.

Mesmerized by the realism of the starmap, she didn’t notice the girl entering the room again, bringing a bowl of warm water.

“Drink. It will help you.”

The warm water did help her, even if it did make her lips bleed as she drank it. The girl removed the frozen blankets wrapped around her, and replaced them with warm ones.

“Who are you?” The girl asked, sitting down in one of the chairs nearby.

“Merely a stranger who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some Kzirin didn’t like having me around, so they stole my ship and sent me here, obviously to die.” Casting her eyes downward as she talked, she did her best to keep her eyes a stable color. She didn’t need more questions asked.

~*~

[Fquist_old]

A few more slight questions followed, about what she arrived in, and why she was there. While she spoke, her eyes took in the looks of her hostess. She was somewhat frail, yet wiry, with blue and white fur.

“We need to find the wreckage of the pod.” All her words were simple, yet made their point.

“Why? It’s mostly shattered, and there were no supplies. Believe me, I checked.”

“This planet is a sterile wasteland. We take everything that lands and put it to use. We waste nothing, even in the rare cases that it is not ours to waste.”

“What do you mean?” Cobra had an uneasy feeling about this whole thing.

“You are the first being to ever survive a crash on this planet.” The words hit her full force, and she closed her eyes to shield their changing colors from the rabbit.

However, her hostess did not suspect anything, and took her reaction as mere shock. “Not many can survive the artic climate. Generation after generation of my people have buried everyone to set foot on this planet. Except…” Her eyes filled with pain temporarily. “Never mind. We must get back to the pod soon, otherwise others might find it.”

Others? What others?

Well, the less that had a chance of knowing her secret, the better.



“How do you live out here? Where do you get food and water?”

“Water we get by melting the ice crystals. Food, we grow inside our caves. They know nothing of the outside world, and would die in the heat. However, the forever light of our lamps provides them slight heat; that is all they need to survive. Generation after generation has fed upon them, and they have not let us down.” As she spoke, she gestured to some brown plants that Cobra had not noticed earlier.

“Why were you sent here? Who are you? Why didn’t you answer earlier?” Evidently they needed some information on her, for what reason she did not know.

“As I said, I was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She could feel the blood creep up to her face as she did her best to keep her eyes the same color.

“What do you call yourself?”

“What do your people call you?” She cursed inwardly for trying such a childish tactic.

“Yehella. It means G-d is merciful.”



What luck. They were religious too.



“I am known as Cobra. My real name brings up too much pain to tell, so when I first met my people I called myself Cobra, after the serpent whose poison had hardened me and killed my compassion in harsh past times. I have been known as that ever since, and in my mind it has almost replaced my original name.” A lie, a blatant lie. They weren’t her people. She was an alien, one of the last of her species to, darn it.

“A serpent…We have tales of those creatures. Vile and crafty, always ready to trap those who it can trap.” Yehella’s eyes shone with the light of fond memories.

Cobra almost laughed. She had been cruel and vile in the past. She had lived up to the cursed name in every possible way.

“I have no intention of trapping you.” She smiled, as did Yehella. “All I want is to be with my people again.”

Yehella sighed, and looked down.

“What’s wrong?”

“You speak of meeting with them…but how? We know of nothing other than our planet, and what we have gleaned from wrecks.”

“Do you have a S.O.S beacon?”

“A what?”

Cobra sighed. Things were getting hopeless. “Can I sort through what you have?”

Yehella drew in a breath sharply. “How can I trust you?”

Cobra beat herself mentally for being so naïve. “Forgive my foolishness. When are you going out to the pod again?”

“As soon as I can get some others ready to go with me.”

Cobra opened her mouth; then listening to her best discretion, she closed it. Maybe she could mentally summon one of her friends to save her. But, it wouldn’t work unless they were nearby.



Darn this whole thing.



She sighed softly and rubbed her eyes with one hand. Certainly she had been brought here for a purpose, but the reason evaded her, irking her immensely. Yes, she only knew less than half of what was going by, and even less in the Divine perspective, but she could see nothing out of her dilemma, save that she was stranded on a cold, unforgiving planet, with hardly any possibility of getting off.



She sure hoped that whatever reason she was here was worth it. Being stranded on frozen planet on a whim of fate was not her ideal way of fulfilling her life. But, neither was her previous plan.



Maybe this was a good thing…

[Fquist_old]

Yehella reluctantly agreed to let Cobra come – she had the way to the pod memorized, and she said she didn’t need the extra strength. Of course, she wouldn’t let Cobra do anything for free; the resources were limited and all she truly was being was a burden.

She did intend to get off their planet as soon as possible though.



Yehella had almost had Cobra put under lock and key, except for the fact that Cobra pointed out that even if she did kill everyone that there was no way off the planet. Yehella did see the logic in that, and soon she was instructing Cobra in her duties as they walked through the cool, dark caves.

“We’ll let you use one of our suits, but after a while we will expect you to make your own. You will work in exchange for food and shelter. You will not leave our sight without our permission and someone to watch over you.”



Cobra didn’t blame her. It wasn’t every day some alien freak showed up at your door and you just had to take her in.



Alien freak. That was what she was, nothing more.



Her eyes shifted colors more obviously and she turned her head downward and to the left to shield her secret from Yehella. Her shifting eyes caught something and she stopped.



Automatically Yehella stopped as well. “What is it?”

Cobra could sense that this room was not one to be entered lightly. An aura of silence seemed to surround it, and she turned her eyes towards Yehella, inwardly praying that her eyes were a solid color. “What is this room?”

Yehella sighed softly. Her voice was strangely quiet as she cast her eyes down. “You remember that I said no one survived a crash except you?”

Cobra’s eyes widened. “Forgive me…I must seem very stupid.”

“No.” Yehella said. “Just uninformed.” She motioned for Cobra to follow, and she stepped into the darkened room.

A cold blue light came from the far end of the room, hardly giving enough light to see. However, when her eyes adjusted she saw that the ground was lined with graves. They all had stones piled on top of them with a small piece of curled metal at the head.

At the end of the line of graves was an open one, with stones next to it.



Although she immediately knew who was originally supposed to be lain in the grave to be forever locked in the cold ground, she didn’t flinch. Part of her wished for death.



She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands to keep the darkness from flooding into her eyes as well. She didn’t die, but what was her purpose in life? Why had her Deity put her on this planet?

Part of her cursed herself and wanted to curse others. However, within her was still a shred of her old self, the self who had once loved life. She knew eternal sleep would not come upon her until she had calmed the war over her soul.



If only she could do that!

[JJ BBoy KS]

CONTINUE

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