Chapter 3: The Note
Throughout my time as a "slave", as the commander would call us, it's been very unmemorable. Like all the others, I was forced to work in the engine room. I was almost the only female down there and they all the other workers, mostly being men, stared at me. When I bent down, they wolf whistled and made odd gestures. I told my friends about this and Robin punched a small hole in the wall.
"WHAT?!" Robin asked, panting.
"Did you tell them to stop and leave you alone?" Beast Boy asked me, turning my attention away from Robin.
"Yes, but they only said that they liked em' feisty," I told them. Robin had sat down, but quickly stood after hearing this.
"Robin, calm down . I can sense your anger from all the way over here and that's with the drugs their using on me. Lie down, take deep breaths, and maybe try to get some sleep," Raven told him, never opening her eyes.
"Remember Robin, tomorrow you get to write a note and request or as something," she then added before he began to calm down and lie down on his bed.
"Please, what are you talking about?" I asked them.
"Once every month, the commander gives us a sheet of paper and something to write with He then gives us an hour before collecting them. On the sheet of paper, you can either ask a question or requested something, but don't expect your request to be fulfilled," Cyborg explained to me.
"How are the papers collected if we are in our cells?" I asked after taking in what Cyborg had said.
"One of us will bring it to him and I'll be the one to do it. He signals us by flashing the light in our hall. Then one of us goes and gives him them. We're the last hall so we'll turn them in last," Robin said.
"Are you sure you wish to take the papers?" I asked him, but he only nodded in response.
"I have something to ask him anyway," Robin told me and I left it at that. It was now time for our three hour break so the cells were unlocked and we all walked into the "court yard" as they called it, to relax. I was having a wonderful time watching the stars until some men started whistling at me again. I stood up from my seat and was about to leave when Robin grasped my wrist and pulled me back to my seat.
"Just don't look at them. Totally ignore them Starfire. They want you to walk off and leave, then they know they're getting to you and winning," he told me.
"But they are getting to me! I do not even know what half the things they are saying mean!" I exclaimed.
"If they're really bugging you that much, then tell me. I'll handle them," Robin told me. I smiled at him before saying,
"Thank you Robin."
"No problem. You're new around here and don't deserve it," he told me.
"Robin, you are indeed a good friend," I said before hugging him. As I hugged Robin, some of the rude men left while others stayed and looked the "pissed off".
The next day, I did not go t the engine room, but instead stayed in my cell and waited for the sheet of paper. I knew my request already, "Please make the rude men leave me alone," is what I wrote. I then waited for the others to finish writing theirs before speaking.
"What did you ask for?" I asked.
"More mea," Cyborg said, slightly drooling at the thought of meat.
"More salads at lunch," Beast Boy said, glaring at Cyborg who glared in response.
"They need more herbal tea," Raven stated.
"I requested the rude men to leave me alone," I told them and Robin quickly erased what he had written and wrote something else.
"Robin, what did you write?" I asked him, but he was never able to answer because the commander's voice interrupted from the loud speaker.
"One member from each hall much now bring forth the sheets," he ordered.
"Alright, give me the sheets," Robin said, stepping out of his cell and walking over to me. I gave him mine before he went to the other's cells and then left for the commander's office.
With Robin:
Robin, instead of putting the papers in the slots, walked into the commander's office.
"What do you want Robin? " the commander asked, not taking his eyes off the information on his desk. He knew Robin's footsteps and he knew him name far too well. Robin was one of the first hundred people to become a slave on this ship. Most of the other first ones have died of age or working in the engine room, but Robin was still there and known by all.
"I have a request for you," Robin told him, standing in front of the desk.
"Did you write it down on your paper?" the commander asked, still not looking up from his work.
"Yes, I wrote it down, but-" Robin started, but was cut off when the commander said,
"Then I'll read it and get back to you later."
"But I don't want to come back! I need this done in the next half hour and I know it will take you at least a week to get back to me. This has to be token care of now!" Robin shouted. The commander finally looked up from his work.
"Fine, sit down and tell me what it is. Just make it quick," he ordered before returning his attention to his work.
"I want to work in the engine room," Robin said, causing the commander to look up again. The commander put down his pencil and pushed his work to the side.
"Why do you want to work there Robin? You had to work there the first five years you were here. If you want to start working again then you'll have to work for a year and a half," he said.
"I understand," Robin said before standing.
"Can I ask why you want to work again?" the commander asked, but Robin was gone. In stead, on the commander's desk, was the requests he had left. The commander began to read them and when he got to mine, he smirked.
"Good job Robin, taking care of what's yours," the commander said before getting back to his work.
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So, yeah. Not much to say, but please review! Oh, and Starfire's been there for like a few months.
Forever Laughing,
I Laugh at ur Pain
