It had been almost a whole week since I have first seen my master, Lord Hater. After I regained my composure full of emotions, I fixed my makeup and wandered around the ship to do more work. To name a few, I helped with organizing weapons in the brig, helped cleaned everything from the top to bottom in the communal showers, and by sheer luck I got to help Walt with charting down planets on the ships Galactic Map, which was awesome. While I didn't work all the time, I had my moments of breaks to get food or relax my sore muscles from working; which made me friends with more Watch-dogs and made me even more closer friends with Wilton and Walt.
However, I have been avoiding Hater like the plague; even if he was in a distance of feet from me, I would give him a scowling glare and leave to do another job on board. I still haven't forgiven him of using MY phone, the last thing that…
I mentally shook my head from my memories and focused on my tasks.
….
This was getting ridiculous, in both seriousness and unnerving. Both the new slave -that goes by the name of 'Sara'- and Lord Hater have been avoiding each other so much that the tension from a room together could be scary.
"I just can't take it anymore!" muttered Wilton in private with Walt, "Ms. Sara and Lord Hater are so upset with each other that its driving most of us mad in frustration."
"I know what you mean mate," Walt replied, "I over-heard some soldiers grumbling a few days ago oh how Lord Hater has been getting meaner than the usual. I then head that Sara is working so hard around the ship that its hard to even talk to her what happened, as one guy asked her, Sara snapped at him with so much anger that could rival that to HATER."
"I also heard that a day ago, while Ms. Sara was helping the food court workers with distributing food for us, while Lord Hater just walked right in. Ms. Sara must have seen him because when she finished serving food she left with a fuss. Lord Hater also looked sour because he knew that Ms. Sara was there and left the food court with a growl."
"UGH! this is so aggravating!"
"Well," responded Wilton, "it's not like we can lock them in a room to make them apologize to each other?"
Utter silence fell on the two.
"It-it can't be THAT simple," Wilton flabbergasted, "Can it?"
"Only one way to find out..."
...
"Sweet mother of all creation this was hard to clean, but so worth it in the end," I spoke softly as I stared into the hallway that I painstakingly worked on; fresh coat of pain, polished floors, clean tapestry, the works!
I was still eager to work around the ship when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw Wilton rushing to me. He screeched to a halt to stop only to catch his breath.
"Whoa there, Wilt," I said, "Where's the fire?"
"No fire... Commander's orders..." Wilton huffed out, which got my attention quick. What did that little jerkwad want?
"What are the orders, Wilt?" I spoke evenly
"Throne room... not clean enough... Meet him there,"
Silence was between us as I felt my rage rise in ire for Tinkle-Eye; with a muffled 'thank you' I took my leave and headed to the Throne Room.
If I had stayed longer, I would be shocked to see Wilton not huffing out of air, but having a look of concern on his face.
...
Hater sat behind his desk as he looked through a file in his hands; in it was several pictures of Sara with her hair down. There was also papers that showed basic information, although there wasn't enough information due to her being a rare race of individuals. Hater pinched his eyebrows together; he should be doing his Overlord duties -that's what his office was for and NOT get distracted- not looking for more information on this slave.
A knock broke out of Hater's thoughts, making him shut the folder close.
"Come in," He grumbled out
A Watch-dog came in, looking very nervous; this got Hater to look suspicious.
"Lord Hater, sir, I have some news coming from Commander Peepers," the Watch-dog spoke in utmost seriousness.
"What is it?"
"Commander Peepers order me to get you before some other Watch-dogs decide to do something drastic-"
Hater soon slammed his hands on his desk, startling the Watch-dog, "Where?" the Overlord growled menacingly.
"T-the throne room..."
Lord Hater got out of his desk and marched out of his office, moving past the Watch-dog that had a scared look on his face.
...
I soon walked into the throne room -my least favorite place on the ship- as to find out where Peepee was. Wilt said that the midget was supposed to be here and tell me where I supposedly need to clean. I was going to search around the room when the doors opened again, this time showing the person that I highly despised. Hater's head turned back to me in shock then in anger, which I assumed was the case as he stormed towards me; so I folded my arms together and glared at him. When he stood face to face in front of the throne stairs, I kept my glare as I craned my neck up to meet his green filled gazed
"What are YOU doing here, wench?" he growled at me.
"ME? What are YOU doing here?" I retaliated
"I asked you first, simpleton!"
"If you must know, your LORDSHIP; I am waiting for the Commander to get his ass in here," I humphed, "It seems that you can't even clean a simple room by yourself."
"That is the biggest load of garbage that I ever heard!"
"Oh yeah? Well then," I soon pointed at his chest, "Why are you even here when I was ordered to clean!"
Hater swatted my hand away from his chest in anger before he huffed at me. "I was warned by Commander Peepers that some Watch-dogs are going to ruin my throne," Hater soon pointed a rubber glove at my face, "Which YOU might have orchestrated with your LEWD ways!"
"First off, get your damn hand AWAY from my face," I shouted while slapping his hand away from my face, "Second, WHY would I -a common slave- do anything like THAT SORT OF THING?"
"WELL MAYBE-"
SLAM! CLUNK!
Both Hater and I got startled and turned around to look back at the entrance doors; I soon ran past Hater and tried to open the doors the human way, using our hands. However I got tired really quickly, but I swiped my hand across the surface of the door by chance; due to looking like wood, it was very hard and dense like metal. Before I could even move, Hater shoved me away from the door and tried opening the door the same way I did it.
"That doesn't work genius," I huffed while getting up from the floor
Hater didn't respond and kept on pulling the doors, but soon fell away from the door handles. When I looked at the doors again, I had to snicker out of sheer amusement; Hater's ARM was still stuck on a handle. I soon saw the elegant overlord get up from the ground, grab his arm, and pop it back onto his arm socket. But when I heard a ding sound to the doors, I then knew what the doors were made out off...
"HATER WAIT-!"
But it fell onto deft ears as Hater raised both his arms up high and shot FREAKIN' lightning bolts from his hands, which then bounced off the doors and aimed straight at us! Before I could crouch down, the idiot pushed me down with him, making him on top of me!
After the light show was over I quickly started shoving Hater, "Get off of me you bag of bones!"
I ultimately did shove him off and stood up first to inspect the room; from that lighting bolt it caused some scorch marks to appear on the doors, the floor, the walls and even the ceiling. In conclusion, I had to clean all of this room AGAIN! I felt so much anger than I did before and pointed at Hater with fury boiling in my blood.
"THIS IS ALLYOUR FAULT!"
What shocked me was that Hater was doing the same thing, which irked us even more.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY FAULT?!"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT BECAUSE IT IS YOUR FAULT!"
"STOP COPYING ME YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF-!"
...
For a few hours they went like this, yelling at each other. Even if they were trying to scream louder than the other till they felt their voices go horse. Soon, they were sitting in different places; Hater picking his throne and Sara picking one of the fire posts. The two of them sat in silence and in anger at each other.
Hater kept on thinking at the situation at hand; granted, the two were stuck in a room together, with the doors locked from the outside. He tried opening his chamber doors, but they too were locked. He felt really pissed that someone did all this so that they could... Hater slapped his face in sheer idiocy that was his.
With deep breaths and a grumble, Hater spoke.
"I'm sorry," soon silence filled the room, "I said 'I'm sorry'!" he spoke louder but again silence was his response. Hater soon saw that Sara was facing away from him, which angered him even more.
"HEY!" Hater yelled out and soon teleported in front of the woman, "I said I WAS..." his voiced died out as he saw Sara with her headphones on and that black item with her. The overlord soon rapped his knuckles on the post behind her which got her attention, which she took one device out of her ear to look at him.
Hater snapped as the woman gave an uncaring look, which irked him even more. "Why is it," Hater said to Sara, "That stupid device so IMPORTANT to you that would make you defy all orders?!"
Sara sat there unmoving, but soon stood up to Hater, and looked at the overlord to his eyes; "It doesn't concern to you," she spoke with the most monotone voice Hater has ever heard from. But as soon as she spoke, Sara walked away from Hater and sat on the steps leading to his throne.
Hater rubbed his temples together in frustration; he soon walked up to the stair case and sat opposite of where Sara sat. "Look, Sara," he spoke calmly, staring at the floor, "I am considered to be the BAD GUY to my foes, but when it comes to my men and even the people I rule over, I want to be influential to all of those whom I lead.
"I have looked through your records from the auction," he saw Sara tensing, "It showed you on what and where you are from. But the files didn't show me on who you were from your planet, and that, in all honesty, irked me from reading it.
"So, I am sorry that I took something from you that is important, I just wanted you to know that."
"...My dad," Sara spoke softly
"What?" Hater turned towards the woman next to him.
"You wanted to know why this device was so important right?" Sara lifted her device for Hater to see the glowing screen, she then turned towards him. "Well it was a gift from my dad, and well... He was important in my life so I cherish it, and even fight off others if they so much take it from my hands.
"And I want to say sorry too, for ya know, acting like a total glitch-head," She turned her gaze back to the floor and avert Hater's eyes
Hater was stunned for a bit, knowing that at least he was getting to know this new addition to his army. It was a start as he knew that he had to work hard to gain the woman's trust.
The overlord turned his head towards the device again. "What is that music that you're listening to?" Hater spoke out of curiosity.
Sara turned her head to him, a bit startled that he wanted to listen to her phone, slightly smiled, "Wanna listen?"
...
Walt and Wilton paced by the Throne doors nervously; they placed two -if not- powerful people in a room together, and worried that one of them might get killed.
"This was a bad idea," Wilton muttered, "Bad, bad, BAD idea! What was I thinking on putting them in a room like that?!"
"Wilt, calm down," said Walt, trying to calm down Wilt, "We all know that room is laced with lightning absorbent coating, so even if Lord Hater got mad, he wouldn't HURT Ms. Sara from his prowess."
"But still..."
"Look, let's check on them, if they are at their throats, I'll shoot them with this-" Walt pulled out a gun that looked to be holding tranquilizing darts, "-if things look hopeless,"
"If not?"
"Well let's check,"
So the two Watch-dogs unlocked the doors to form a small gap for them to look inside. What shocked the two was that Lord Hater and Ms. Sara where not at each others throats, rather they were sitting on the staircase with Hater looking over Ms. Sara's shoulder and both of them were listening to the earphones in their ears. Both of them were animatedly talking, which shocked the two Watch-dogs on what they were talking about.
"So this Dethklok group makes music that's called Death metal, which is, in terms, 'Brutal'?"
"Yeah, they make awesome music and I had a chance to work with them one summer tour."
"Get out,"
"No I'm serious, I helped out their manager -who, by the way, was NOT what I was expecting- on setting up the stage sets and their instruments for each show. Let me tell ya, they were amazing guys that liked booze and metal, which made me happy that they were cool with a girl on stage."
"That is so cool,"
Walt and Wilton didn't know if they should interrupt them or keep them inside, but sneaked out of the room before being noticed.
"Well that was ineres-"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE!" yelled out a voice
Walt and Wilton turned to see Commander Peepers peeved about something as he marched towards the two; thankfully, Wilton closed the door before the enraged commander saw the door ajar.
"Do you two have any IDEA on where LORD HATER and that WENCH ARE?" Peepers steamed
"No," both Watch-dogs answered
Soon, Commander Peepers kept on talking and talking about where Lord Hater was and why wasn't the Wrench doing her works. Suddenly he stopped ranting, and fell down face first, showing a tranquilizing dart on his behind.
Wilton looked at the one who fired with a crossed look.
"Really, was that really necessary?" he spoke with sarcasm in his voice
"What?" Walter shrugged with a tranquilizing dart-gun in his hands, "He was annoying me,"
Wilton didn't use any words other than slapping his face in frustration.
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