A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this little series about everyone's favorite scifi villain. Most of the chapters are going to be really short, but I will post often. And I hope the formatting isn't to difficult to grasp, you have to pay attention.
How quickly fortune turns when one knows how to steer its course.-Scorpius, issue 3, volume 1
She was brought in from her tech position to teach him the Sebacean language, 'to learn his bastardized father's tongue.' And although she highly suspected this to be a lie, she knew better than to push. Just survive. Don't end up like so many other women they've brought in.
She almost lost her composure the first time she saw him. She'd expected him to be ugly, like most half-breeds, but he was just pitiful. When she showed up for her first session, his caretaker was making him crawl across the room for his meal. She thought a child his age should be able to walk, until she made her way into the cripplingly hot room. She made a mental note to bring her own water to the next session.
The caretaker looked up from her post.
"Finally." The caretaker hissed as she made her way across the room,"I have an urgent meeting," The Scarran looked at her ward, "He is not to be helped. You are here as a language teacher only; he is an experiment-a failing one, but I still can not have any variables."
The Scarran left, and the Sebacean was left with her new student. He was still struggling across the floor. She crouched next to him.
"Have they named you?" She asked in the Scarran language.
"No," He managed to choke out.
"Because they don't expect you to live much longer." He floundered, then stopped struggling all together. She added, in Sebacean, "You need to survive."
He looked up at her questioningly. She wasn't sure if he had translator microbes, so she softly added, in Scarran, "Do you recognize your mothers tongue?" He just lay there, and she continued softly, "You are the only Scarran-Sebacian hybrid I've seen to live outside the womb. You're obviously not weak. Get up."
She continued to crouch beside him as he pulled himself to his chair.
Knowledge of the self starts the path to wisdom. And he had all the time to re-evaluate himself after the Hynerian put him in the single-cell space pod. In the whir of the gears he could hear Katoya warning him, "Be careful you are actually thinking, many people have the tendency to just re-arrange their prejudices."
But he could not get Tauza out of his head. When he closed his eyes he was left with the heat in his limbs, the scars on his back, and the dark thoughts in his head. There was no forgetting. The only reprieve from the weight of his vengeance was remembrance; thoughts of orange hair, Braca's broad acceptance, the weight of the silver tablet. Everything was gone.
His pod sped towards the icy planet, and after the crash he pulled himself out into the snow.