I woke up the next morning with a bit of a dazed look; at first I thought I was still on the slavers haul, but then the look around the occupied space told me that everything was real and not some messed up dream. I then glanced at my phone, saying it was around six in the morning, which made me groan; I didn't feel like working for some midget with height issues.

I soon remembered last night and thought of that -horrid- uniform that I saw last night. Then it dawned on me, if I could make some alterations, then no one will notice. After looking at the uniform again, I took away the headband, shoes and shorts; it looked like a cocktail dress with studs, but I needed to add some of 'me' into it. So, I opened up my backpack and fished out my black all-star sneakers, black tight pants, and a hair tie from the front pocket.

As I changed into my I saw some major improvement in the look; I placed the belt outside the dress and took off the lightning bolt image off the belt, which left it bare, the tights covered everything down below and the sneakers gave the outfit an interesting look to it. While I didn't like the cuffs and choker rubbing on my skin, I had to bear with it for now. As I tied my dirt blonde hair into a simple pony tail, which reached between my shoulder blades, I looked over my iPhone and saw that it was quarter pass six, and it gave me another idea on looking good.

So again, I fished into my beloved backpack and pulled out my cosmetics; placing some blush on my cheeks, eye liner with mascara and eye shadow around my baby blue eyes and a light brush of lip gloss on my lips to look professional. As I looked at my outfit and face, I was faintly reminded of my grandma's stories of call girls back in the day when SHE was young; I gave a slight shudder and reminded that I was a SLAVE and not some random hoe. Soon my phone gave an alarm that said six thirty, which I then grabbed it and my in-ear headphones and headed out the room's door.

But in front of the door was a soldier -that looked like Peewee, but with a smaller lightning bolt on its head- looking like he was about to knock. As he looked at me, his eye shrank and started to stutter while looking at the floor in embarrassment. I cocked an eyebrow at this fella's reaction; wasn't he supposed to take me to the working floor?

"Um… uh, miss," the guy squeaked, "M-my name's W-wilt-t-ton. Ah am supp-post to g-g-get you f-f-for t-t-today?" Wilton looked up to me again and -I don't know how they do it- blushed from my gaze

Oh Creators and lords above its going to be one of THOSE days; with a sigh I looked at the fidgeting soldier and gave a small smile, "Thank you Wilton," I said calmly, "Care to lead the way for me, please?"

"O-of course ma'am, I mean yes, I mean," somehow, it amused me to see a little guy like him blushing and stuttering like a nervous teen asking out for a date. I laughed softly and ushered him to lead the way, which the little guy did. As we entered the elevator, Wilt soon entered a combination on the wall of buttons, which started the elevator and led us up to the required floor. While waiting, I rapped my headphones around my IPhone, put the headphone port in the iPhone jack port, and placed my phone in the belt, which held it safe and snug.

As both Wilton and I reached the floor, I saw countless other soldiers walking towards somewhere on the ship. Wilton, by choice, grabbed my hand like a child, and led me to where the others were going. I was shocked that this ship could hold this many soldiers in one place, but thought no mind of it, just followed my guide to the area. The whole army reached a large red room, where every one stood standing in front of a stage with several banners that had the same symbol as my new mark. I would admit, that was cool.

However, I was in the back of the large assembly with the other soldiers and Wilton, who kept on holding my hand, which meant I didn't see anything from the stage other than the banners.

Suddenly, I heard coughing from the non-existent speakers, and then a screen falling down slowly, revealing Commander Peepers on the screen, looking smug as a mother-

"GREETINGS WATCH-DOGS!" Peepers spoke through a mike, "Today is the one thousand, four hundred and thirty second of our ruling overlord LORD HATER!" Various screams of approval rang from the army, which was quite loud to me. Peepee looked very happy at the army response, and held his hand up for silence; I had to be impressed, for a little shorty with a funny name, he knew how to handle a crowd of people.

Unfortunately, that was the only thing about him, as he then started the day off with different groups of 'Watch-dogs' to other stations and practices; while stroking his ego more. "I swear on gods own toenail," I muttered, while hearing more orders from the stage, "Tinkles likes to think himself like a king around here,"

"You don't know half of it, lady," i heard a gruff response from the left, "But, why 'tinkles'?"

"Because of his name 'Peepers' that's what. I mean, with his size and his attitude, no wonder he looks 'pissed' all the time," I heard a soft snort from a few people on the right of me and glanced down to see Wilton covering his free hand while hiding a chuckle. I only smirked at how they got the joke early on-

"-ANOTHER THING I MIGHT ADD!" Peepee spoke, "YESTERDAY SEVERAL PEOPLE SPOKE OF A RANDOM ALIEN ON BOARD THE SHIP, AND YOU ARE RIGHT!" several watch-dogs muttered, I felt like there was something bad happening, and I didn't like it. "AS OF NOW ON, THE HATER EMPIRE HAS A NEW SLAVE! CURTSY OF YOURS TRULY, IT WILL DO THE WORKLOAD FOR US!"

I felt like punching something right then; Tinkle-breath, of all things, assigned me to be a pack mule. I soon felt a slight squeeze in my right hand, knowing that Wilton didn't like it either. A random Watch-dog raised his hand in the front crowd, "What will that person do for us, Commander?"

"EXCELLENT IDEA, SOLDIER!" Peepee gloated, "THEIR FIRST ORDER IS TO CLEAN THE THRONE ROOM!" several gasps were heard from the army, among another muttering of words. I didn't know what this 'throne room' was, but from the reactions, I felt like it was very bad.

"IF EVERYONE IS DONE YAMMERING," Peepee barked out to the army, "THEN GET TO YOUR STATIONS, MAGGOTS !"

"Quick! over here!" spoke Wilton as he pulled me away from the mob of small warriors that literally swarmed from the exit that was once behind me. I felt my heart quicken as I felt the tremor that left with them. Sooner than that, the room was empty and all who were left were Tinkles, Wilton, and me. Commander Peepee soon got off the stage and started walking towards Wilton and I, looking a bit intimidating at first, but I kept on not giving him no more satisfaction than before.

I soon felt Wilton's hand leave mine as Peepers reached us finally. "Good morning, soldier," Peepee spoke smoothly, almost like a prowling predator, "What are you still here for?"

"I-i-i-i-i, um-m, uh-h," poor Wilton looked like a stuttering mess with Peepee looked at him.

"I ordered you to get to your stations, now GO!" the Commander barked, making the poor soldier running out the room.

As Peepers looked at me with his critical eye, he gave a huff and looked pissed off. "You are unruly," he responded.

I blinked in response.

"That was NOT the outfit i picked out for YOU Missy!" Tinkles spoke again, but to himself more as I looked at him. From one moment he was the person that you wanted to strangle with no care in the world, but now he was acting like an upset relative that wanted you to wear an ugly sweater.

"-Back to the point at hand," Tinkle's voice spoke out as I looked at him, "You are going to clean the throne room, whether you like it or not, are we clear?"

I didn't trust my voice, so i simply nodded.

"Good," Peepee responded, "Now get out and do your work, and don't forget to reach the kitchens for a mop!"

The small commander soon shoved me out with a loud bang of the doors. I felt so utterly humiliated as to how he knew that i didn't know my place around yet. Damn him and his fr-

"Um, excuse me," spoke a voice on the left of me. I turned and saw a random Watch-dog there; because I knew that if it was Wilton, he would be stuttering.

"Yes?" I said, looking at him quizzically

"Good to know that you speak," he responded but then spoke again, "I ment that you were intellectual but I didn't mean that you were dumb. Oh I'm sorry!" The Watch-dog kept on talking, and as I heard him I realized that he had a slight British accent, which wasn't too thick to understand him yet made him seem respectable toward others.

"Listen," I interrupted the Watch-dog, "I was just wondering if you could help me? I don't know the ship's layout, so if you could lead me to the kitchen and the throne room-"

"Of course I'll help," the little soldier spoke, and soon grabbed my left hand to lead me to my designations, "By the way, my name is Walt, short for Walter, but I like the name Walt cause its really interesting and creative. Do you have a name? I guess you do, but the Commander didn't say it so I assumed that you didn't..." So that was how I met Walt, and answered almost ALL his questions while he lead me around the ship.

However, all good things had to end, and we reached the room that I was required to clean; the throne room.

Walt told me that the throne room was connected to Lord Hater's room that was behind the throne, and if anybody were to enter it while the guy was sleeping or woke him up, then the person was to be shocked to ashes. I didn't believe that the Leader was THAT powerful, until Walt to me that he saw a random soldier did that for a dare, and never came out. I told the thoughtful soldier that I would be careful as I cleaned the floors.

I stood in front of the impressive throne doors, still wondering on how everything was crammed in this ship, but I didn't question it out loud. I held onto the broom and dustpan in my right hand, while I held a water/soap filled bucket with a sponge in my left hand. Walt left me alone at the door since he was one of the soldiers that did galactic map markings, and needed to get there if Tinkles didn't catch him.

With a quick breath, I opened the doors ajar to get in the 'throne room' with my shoulders. As I got in, I was again impressed by the room decor; It was a dark room with pillars of green orbs of fire lighting up the room, hints of red and yellow accented the wall in front of me, and up the stairs was the throne that looked like an opened skull that had a chair in it. If this wasn't in space already, then the whole room would have been the start of a death metal group. But there was time to throw the 'horns' up later, after all I was sent to 'clean' by Peepee.

So I started sweeping the dust from the floor, and to tell that there was so little on the ground, was a lie. I had so much dust off the floor that I didn't know what to do with it, so I set the dirt filled dustpan and broom near the doorway. Once done, i got on my hands and knees and started cleaning the tile floors. Soon I felt bored as to nobody to talk to, so i fished out my iPhone and went to my music to find some appropriate music to play.

Apparently I found a good song and pressed play.

...

In a dark room, a large figure was snoring softly in a large bed. All was peaceful, but soon he heard a soft noise coming from outside his room. "This better be a good reason to wake me up," he muttered darkly, "Or I'll have to bash some skulls to get through them that I mean business."

As he got ready, the figure was donned in his normal attire that was the norm. With a huff, he went to his door; as he moved closer and closer, he heard the voice more and more, which he heard... singing?

He soon reached behind his throne, and heard the voice louder than before. The figure listen to what they were singing to

"Oh, sing sweet nightingale~

Sing sweet nightingale, high

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale…"

With a slight turn behind his throne, he was shocked and in awe of the creature in front of the stairs; it was female from her voice and looks, but what made his breath take away was the way she sang and cleaned. She had her dark golden locks pulled up, her skin giving an exotic glow from the lights, and a standard Watch-dog uniform that stood out on her frame. But what attracted him the most was her scent; he never smelled something so beautiful and so natural that it took his breath away.

He then noticed that he never saw her on this ship before, and began thinking of Peepers talking/bragging/cowering about this new person that 'he' bought (the figure could not wait for Peepers reaction when he got the bill) As he thought more about the creature, he should search the inter-webs about her, after all, it was a once in a lifetime to see some rare creatures that were not seen before.

Suddenly, something scurried passed his feet, waking him from his dazed look and be shocked that Captain Tim ran past him. Oh Glorb! His pet was going to...

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CLIFFHANGER! cause I'm evil like that. thank you KaseyKay10 for being my BETA, plus check out her totally awesome work. Also, sorry I am slow on writing this, i want it to be good and it takes time; cause the bible wasnt made in a single day. Again, I don't own the Wander over Yonder series, I only own Sara, a few watchdogs and this story. So please review, fav, or anything, and as always, keep reading.