Chapter 4: Worshipper
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The Hives were still negotiating over the exchanges of Wraith males. The Queens were now in spurious discussions. Take off was again delayed for a few moon rises. She was ordered to give a sample on her pheromone levels. Thankfully, it was still very low and her Queen wanted it to remain that way. She was also given a duty today. She had to start selecting worshippers for favored duties and sort them out. It meant scanning their minds for any indiscretions or hesitation which might affect the duties in any way. If it was done well, she would be entitled to a personal worshipper. Effectively, she gets a slave or a meal on legs either way.
She dragged herself towards the worshippers' hall. No need for her uniform. No need to show her tattoo. No need for figure armor. It intimidated them too much. Her mind closed. A few worshippers scurried out of her way, like insect pests. It annoyed her that she has to be in close contact with them. Then she stopped. Another group of four new blades and one cleverman have been accepted to the Hive during moon set while she was resting. Four wraiths were in the hall toying with food. And no intention of feasting on them. They were playing more for mating with food. Where was her former Commander when she needed him to toss wraiths out of airlock for trying to mate with food? By Iratus, why were they not in space so that she can do the tossing as well.
She took a deep breath and calm herself down. Inhale, exhale, inhale slowly, exhale slowly. Then she felt someone coming behind her. She spun around and saw the fifth wraith. He was only slightly older than her but taller. Quite pleasant looking to the eyes. In his hand was his data tablet. He coughed politely.
"Could you bring me to the laboratory which specialises in algorithms? I am lost. " He asked.
She narrowed her eyes. She might pretend to be a worshipper. This sounds nasty. It was perfect actually for a more devious plan. She sized him up. He did not look experienced at all. She might play with him.
"Sure." Her voice dripping with sweetness. Her mind was choking.
"Please follow me this way." She led the way.
"Are you new here?" She asked gently. Mind still choking.
"Yes. I am. Worshipper, do you not address Wraiths here as master?" His multitoned voice sounded with a certain irritation.
"Of course. Master. Please forgive my rudeness." She said it with a sweet smile. Her mind wanted to tear him apart for calling her a worshipper. Her feeding hand twitched for making her call him master.
"You are forgiven." He sounded satisfied. She could tear his throat out for that.
She decided to have a little fun. She had watched some of the annoying worshippers attempting to flirt with the male wraiths. Perhaps she could practice on him. After all, it was a long walk to the laboratory. The inseparable duo were on duty today. They could play along.
I am bringing a new cleverman to your laboratory now. Pretend that I am a wraith worshipper. I am going to trick him. She signalled to them.
Understood. Fun to haze the newcomers. Both echoed back.
"Would you be looking for a personal worshipper, master?" She batted her lashes at him looking at him from top to bottom. She flipped her hair gracefully.
"Uhhh...no." He stammered.
"It is your right to pick. I am not taken. Masterrrrr" She purred, licking her lips and winked. Her finger curled her hair.
He dropped his data tablet on the floor. This was too easy. She picked it up for him while looking at his eyes. Inexperienced. Probably first exchange.
"Are you alright, masterrr? " She purred, subtly touching his fingers. Her former Commander would be so amused with this.
"Yyesss. Can we move to the laboratory now? " He looked away. If wraiths could blush like humans, she swore that he was. The veins under his pale greenish skin look like they deepened in color.
They already reached the entrance and the door open. The inseparable duo were waiting. Oh they wanted to see this prank all the way through.
What is it, slaav...ah Worshipper? Both fumbled in unison. They were controlling themselves from breaking out into laughter.
"He is new to the Hive. Masters." She bowed to them and gave a wink.
The young cleverman bowed and they invited him in. He was in a state of shock.
She turned around and walk. "Don't forget to clean our laboratory tonight, last night was messy with you around." The separable duo called out after her.
" Yes. Masters" She answered. Oh you both are too good. Her mind told both privately.
It felt good when you called us masters. We could get used to it. They replied privately to her.
She encountered her former Commander on the way to the Worshippers' hall. She sensed a foulness in his mood and tactfully told him about the errant four. Oh, he did want to vent his anger on someone. Possible airlock time for the four wraiths there. She will play with the fifth.
After she selected the worshippers and started preparing them on luring prey, she returned to her quarters. More exchanged officers were entering the Hive. The Queens have decided on their list. Take off was in three Moon rises. The fleet will be going deeper into their territories. On her data tablet, there was a message. The game advanced again.
/ Incoming : Which of the two hives are you from on the planet? The one in the fields or the one near the mountain?
/ Outgoing: Why do you ask?
/Incoming: I have been sent away from mine. If you are in the same hive, it will be good to have someone I know.
/Outgoing: How about we take the fighters out to your chosen coordinates?
/Incoming : Coordinates are now being transmitted. Meet in the next moon rise before departure.
/Outgoing: Received. See you there.
Oddly , she felt that he was miserable and alone.