2430: Sometimes it was of advantage to humor ones' masters, at least until
it was time to strike back. In the case of one male military slave in
particular, being an obedient slave was a bonus. He, of all his kind, knew
their masters, the Quintessons, so well that he could have chosen to alter
his hover-semi mode to liken to the form of a Quintesson Judge and have
been able to act as if he was one. Not only that, he was so trusted by the
Quints that some of their unauthorized areas were open to him. It had
taken quite some time to clinch such trust, time he had since many of his
kind were killed in the take-over some million years before. He had lived
a good life before they came and still did under the slavery. But he, like
the others, longed for the freedom they once possessed. He would make sure
they had it, which was why he was being a model slave. When the time came
for the slave rebellion, he was ready to arm them with the knowledge he
had of their masters. As this came into being, he continued to be a good
slave, pretending to help the Quints, but actually hindering them, he
wanted to ensure as many lives as possible. Then the unexpected happened,
he learned of a devastating Quintesson plan just as they were planning to
leave the planet. He had little time, so he let their computers find the
best of the males on their planet. He then gathered them together and sent
them off planet in shuttles so well hidden that the Quintessons hadn't
found them. He went with them, disheartened that he couldn't take more,
but the survival of their kind was essential. The Quints had done their
worse, sent a mist among the warriors that killed. They had miscalculated
however, the females were unaffected, but all the males on planet died.
Now all that was left was some 100 males, 20 in each shuttle with escape
pods to ensure survival of all passengers. They went in different
directions, hoping to improve their chances. He would miss being with his
mate, he could only term her as such as it wasn't by choice they had come
to have children. Yet another cruelty of the Quintessons, forced breeding.
But now instead of five children, he had only two. The other males seemed
to be pondering these points too, the death of their sons. All that
concerned them now is the gnawing emptiness of leaving their home world,
leaving their mates and their daughters to fend for themselves until they
knew for sure the Quintessons were gone. Until that time, they were alone,
with only each others companionship and the hope of reunion.
it was time to strike back. In the case of one male military slave in
particular, being an obedient slave was a bonus. He, of all his kind, knew
their masters, the Quintessons, so well that he could have chosen to alter
his hover-semi mode to liken to the form of a Quintesson Judge and have
been able to act as if he was one. Not only that, he was so trusted by the
Quints that some of their unauthorized areas were open to him. It had
taken quite some time to clinch such trust, time he had since many of his
kind were killed in the take-over some million years before. He had lived
a good life before they came and still did under the slavery. But he, like
the others, longed for the freedom they once possessed. He would make sure
they had it, which was why he was being a model slave. When the time came
for the slave rebellion, he was ready to arm them with the knowledge he
had of their masters. As this came into being, he continued to be a good
slave, pretending to help the Quints, but actually hindering them, he
wanted to ensure as many lives as possible. Then the unexpected happened,
he learned of a devastating Quintesson plan just as they were planning to
leave the planet. He had little time, so he let their computers find the
best of the males on their planet. He then gathered them together and sent
them off planet in shuttles so well hidden that the Quintessons hadn't
found them. He went with them, disheartened that he couldn't take more,
but the survival of their kind was essential. The Quints had done their
worse, sent a mist among the warriors that killed. They had miscalculated
however, the females were unaffected, but all the males on planet died.
Now all that was left was some 100 males, 20 in each shuttle with escape
pods to ensure survival of all passengers. They went in different
directions, hoping to improve their chances. He would miss being with his
mate, he could only term her as such as it wasn't by choice they had come
to have children. Yet another cruelty of the Quintessons, forced breeding.
But now instead of five children, he had only two. The other males seemed
to be pondering these points too, the death of their sons. All that
concerned them now is the gnawing emptiness of leaving their home world,
leaving their mates and their daughters to fend for themselves until they
knew for sure the Quintessons were gone. Until that time, they were alone,
with only each others companionship and the hope of reunion.