Jronia
By SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta
Chapter One
Arrivals
The wind blew coldly through the muddy streets that lay in a grid through this major city. Here there were three types of people, the slave, the free, and the master. The free dealt with the slaves of the city but preferred not to own one, then there were the masters that roamed were more into the slave life. They bought, sold, traded, worked, and even sometimes killed the slaves in this vast city. It was not a place you wanted to be a slave either as treatment here was harsh and brutal.
Building after building stretched forth as far as the eye could see some small like cottages, others large and spacious. Noise and dust marked it as a busy trade city that dealt in all kinds of things, and often they would have to bring in more slaves to fill the quota of products produced. This day a silence hung around a particular building set near the center of the sprawling metropolis. A crowd of many races bustled around in wait, and a comfortable talk could be heard coming from them. For the most part, it looked like a regular city with the others going this way and that.
However if one listened closer to the conversation they spoke more of one particular person, Tojar. He was noted as the best slave breaker in the city and the tall man was well aware of what shipment was coming and which were going, but he had a feeling that something would be different. This ship coming in carried a most unusual prize to be traded off for a commodity. Tojar's large hand trailed over a black steel shock collar which he would use to replace any type of collar used in the capture. It was a special type of collar though, one that could not be taken off without the original papers signed setting him free or if they were completely destroyed. There were a few other things to that collar as well, but he waited for this craft to come in.
He looked to the light coming through his door to the large barn like building that spanned out in a wide isle between four rows of what looked like cells, that they called stalls. Each stall was seven feet long and five feet wide, no larger. Inside each was a food and water dish, a chain ring on the back wall, and straw that covered the floor as bedding. Seeing how one could be locked in here for several days at a time, even months, each stall was equipped with a drain system to allow slaves to relieve themselves and it would drop through a hole in the grating and plunge directly into the sewers below eliminating the need to have to muck the stalls out. A hard wood combined with a special steel made up the bottom half of these stalls. Bars of the same special steel stretched from the wood to a thicker bar running across the top, only a couple inches lower than the high ceiling.
Tojar was a large man standing up to 6 feet 4 inches tall, very muscular and yet quiet. His father had worked and trained slaves and passed on his knowledge to Tojar, sometimes letting the young man try his hand at breaking and training the slaves that came through. He had taken it to memory and even began to love the feel of power he gained when he broke his first slave, the flame that flickered so lively in their eyes smothered by his own overpowering will. Now he waited for the arrival of this craft which should be at any moment. Almost in silence he stood and walked out to the gathered crowd and stared skyward as a small dot appeared in the deeper blue sky of mid afternoon.
The large craft hovered slowly down and Tojar gripped up his needed supplies and the black steel shock collar. His hands fidgeted with it lightly, never had he ever had to grip a collar made of such a design, but chances couldn't be risked as the craft landed and the door opened heralding the arrival of new slaves and the crowd murmured a little louder.