(A/N: Man, I'm the one writing this and *I'm* hating those Illian bastards...WARNING, insinuation to some bad stuff, if you're light of heart, don't go to far.)

First Tallest

Irkens milled about the ship 'The Ultimate' in an orderly fashion. They nodded respectfully to Illian overseers and were all the perfect image of humble slaves.
They were on their way to a mining camp a few sectors over. It would be a long trip so the slaves were let to roam around and ordered to keep in shape. They always did as they were told.
On the bridge the captain, an aged Illian and the only one on the bridge, sat watching the stars streak by. He despised the fact that so many Irkens had been put on his ship. He didn't see why so many had been scheduled to go. They were pathetic miners.
His head turned at the sound of a slight disturbance. His old eyes blinked at the sight of a tall Irken flanked by a small purple eyed one with a dark cloak and hood and a second that looked ready for battle. "What is it slave?" The Illian asked turning his body around on the walking-bar.
The Tall Irken stopped barely a few feet from the master creature. He wore the clothing of an Invader drone. He blinked wide red eyes. "I am no slave."
At first the Illian thought he had heard wrong. "What?" It was more of a hiss than anything.
"I am Heve, leader of the Irken people. You will stand down as Captain of this vessel and give it to me."
The Illians feathers ruffled in agitation. "Guards! Take this defective to the brig." He turned back to Heve in arrogance. "Stand down now slave and you will not be punished too severally." When no one moved the Illian blinked in the first fear he'd ever felt.
Heve looked down at Ghar who had come with him. "I tried." He then pulled a hand laser from his side and shot the Captain between his wide-set eyes.
The bird fell over convulsing.
As Heve holstered his weapon he turned to the all Irken crew. "I am now Captain of this ship. Do any of you wish to challenge me in this?"
No one moved.
Heve nodded. "Then round up the rest of the Illians. We have work to do."
The cheers rose high for a very long time.
* * *
"Tallest one, sir!"
Heve turned biting back a smile at his new title. "Yes?"
"We found a few." The smaller Irken paused. "A few slaves in one of the Illains quarters." He looked down. "They seem to be 'special' ones."
~No master please!~
"I understand. Take me to them."
Ghar had heard that tone before. It was drenched in worry. He followed Heve and the other Irken to the Illians quarters.
Inside were two small Irkens with pale red eyes. They looked very afraid.
Ghar kept an eye on Heve. He looked as though he were seeing a ghost.
Heve bent over and talked quietly with the small Irkens. They cringed a lot but replied. Heve would alternately touch their shoulders as he spoke.
Ghar exchanged looks with the Guard Irken.
Eventually Heve stood up, a motion that startled the two slaves. "Take them to be freed. Keep someone with them, they've been given Gehoa."
"Yes sir."
Ghar didn't really pay attention as the slaves were lead away. "What is Gehoa?"
At first the tall Irken didn't respond. He sat down on a chair in the room and steepled his thin fingers. "It's a chemical. It neutralizes the suppressors we are given and allows an Irken to." He paused. "Feel things. It also renders the suppressors useless, for the rest of the Irkens' life. It leaves them open to sensations and needs." He wrapped his long arms around himself.
"And how do you know of it?" Ghar couldn't help but ask. Just before Heve could answer he reached out and touched his shoulder. He saw the same reflexive twitch in the antenna that the two slaves had given at it.
Heves' eyes shut tight. "Because I was given it."
* * *
It hurt. That's all there was, the hurting.
"Mi'ika, I knew you had your fetishes but this is perverted."
The voice of a master. Oh no, not now. Not while he couldn't move to serve.
"Oh do be quiet. He's a beautiful one. He aims to please too. Ask nicely and I'll let you play with him."
His eyes shut tighter, his body ached.
"Ugh. I prefer those of my own species, and females only."
"More's the pity. Too bad about his leg though. Not much I can really do about that."
"Look, just get him back to the barracks. You didn't give him Gehoa did you?"
The other master paused for a very long time. "I, well I."
"You moron. He'll be useless. Better to dump him quickly in the soldier barracks in that case. Better chance of him being eliminated soon."
He lay silently. If he wasn't called on he wouldn't have to move. He nearly died of a heart attack when a clawed hand that tipped the wings of an Illian master touched him.
"That's right my pretty. Open those big beautiful eyes."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
His eyes opened slowly to see a frighteningly familiar face.
"Now don't be afraid, yet." There was the stomach turning feel of feathers fluttering against his skin. "Sit up. I want to enjoy this before I let you go."
He did so, slowly. He cringed at each touch.
"Don't fight me slave."
"Please master. I beg of you don't!" A desperate attempt to escape the torment
"Oh you'll beg, you'll beg."
It started again. All those touches he now craved with a burning inside that left him feeling sick afterwards. He lay there for a long time. He would eventually fall asleep, or black out. But he would then wake up back in the slave barracks, shaking, alone, and needing for the rest of his life.
* * *
Heve finally opened his eyes. "I'm not quite sure how I survived this long."
"Heve, I had no idea."
"No one does, but you now. And no one else will." Heve said his eyes staring hard at Ghar. "Understand?"
Ghar nodded. "I understand."
Heves' eyes softened. "I don't know if you can really understand how much you help me Ghar." He got up to leave. And he couldn't bear to be in that room much longer anyway. "I must go check on the Illians we captured." He stopped just before he slipped through the exit. "Meet me in navigation in a couple hours." He didn't' really face Ghar.
"Sure." Ghar watched Heve disappear.
The violet-eyed Irken finally understood a lot of thing Heve had done. Leaving him alone suddenly or taking any opportunity to just reach out and touch him. It had all seemed just random things. Like Heve was just very happy to be working with Ghar. But now he understood, he knew what 'special' slaves were used for, and what they needed from others just to stay sane.
He glanced around the Illians quarters. "He said it was called Gehoa..."