Starfire Part I
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Kori'ander could not understand why her sister would do such a thing to her. Though she was her sister and she loved her very much, this could never be forgotten. Or forgiven.
"Get out there TROQ." A gruff voice yelled at her and cracked his whip. She slowly looked up at her so called owner and cursed him in Tameranian. She stood up weakly and examined the bindings on her hands. They were quite strong, under normal circumstances she could probably melt or snap them, but she had been weakened. She also felt no joy and could summon none, so she could not fly. She sullenly trudged forward, her shoes covered in holes. She could smell the reek of sweat, dirt and blood all around her.
"Number 567. A female TROQ. In good condition. Strong enough to help do just about anything and quite a good looking TROQ at that." An announcer said from somewhere near the display stage. When she walked out on display, there were a few catcalls and one rather large native said "Just looks like TROQ trash to me." At this Kori'ander could not just stand by and be watched any longer. Her eyes turned an angry green and she attempted to break her bonds. They were very solid, and would not melt, but her fury was endless. For her sister, for that horrid name, for herself for not seeing this sooner. The bonds began to melt and a few of the people who had been examining her began to back away. She yelled a Tameranian battle cry and began to pull and snap her bonds, her strength newly regained, when her owner came out and tazed her. She felt a horrid tingling heat spread throughout her entire body and fell, unconscious, to the ground.