Si'len and Be'na
Chapter Seven
He had to allow her to sleep; after all, two days had passed since their first joining. He was…satisfied. It had been his intention to be certain to satisfy her also.
He rose from his bed and covered her form with a light blanket and went to the sanitary facility to cleanse his body. She stirred and reached over to his side of the bed and was startled when he was not present, in the bed. She sat up, tossed her hair behind her and listened carefully to the sounds in the cabin. She rose from the bed, followed the sound and entered the shower to join him. She loosened her hair and he took the initiative to shampoo its length. She smiled up at him and kissed him deeply…there appeared to be no hope for sleep within the foreseeable future.
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When they finally exited their cabin, she was dressed in one of his robes and her hair cascaded down her back. He took the consort's stance behind her with his hand at the small of her back. Vulcan dignity would not allow any congratulations, the voicing of off-colored jokes or ribbing. All was just as it was before except they sat together and Silen was anxious to serve his shift, and get back to his cabin. Be'na would have to return to the cabin to change clothes so she could get back to work. Things would return to normal…sort of. In reality, it would be the 'new normal'.
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They had made two near-by deliveries and then changed course to return to Kalib III to pick up the emergency delivery. When they docked Si'len instructed Be'na,
"Beloved, you have enemies on this planet. I must encourage you to stay close to the ship, as a matter of fact, do not leave the ship's confines. S'Mat and I must go to secure insurance and listings of the contents to allow clearance for that new delivery. Once that has been secured, we will load, and then we will depart."
He kissed her palms and left with S'Mat who had his ever- present supply of PAADs under his arm.
Once S'Mat and Silen reached the depot they came to understand why this delivery would prove to be so lucrative, first of all it was huge, secondly, it was an emergency delivery. He and S'Mat conferred with the depot manager and decided to insure the safety of this delivery for twice the normal amount. Because of its' size and delicate nature, they would have to unload everything on the ship, place this cargo in the center and use the other packages as cushions against movement and possible damage. S'Mat contacted the crew and told them that the cargo hole should be emptied, but due to the ship's location he did not want the cargo left to inspection by others nor anything to be stolen, so he gave them a window of one half hour to start clearing everything out. In the meantime, on their end, they would have the new delivery loaded and bring it to the ship. Up until that time the crew was to consider the interim as free time.
Be'na was going about her daily chores which included disposing of refuse that could not be recycled. There was a bin in the cargo hole where all such materials were placeed. The bin would be emptied on an asteroid dedicated to refuse deposal. When she entered the area she thought she saw movement to her right and turned,
Her eyes widened in fright. It was Grup's bodyguard, Lxx; he was licking his thin lips as he said,
"Well, well, well, they got you all cleaned and dressed up for me."
She asked,
"How did you get in here?"
"I have my ways."
With sadistic glee he continued,
"Grup was right, your beauty is amazing; you would have been the star of all his beauties if you would have just cooperated."
She attempted to sprint toward the deck door and he grabbed her arm and licked her face. She had first felt fear and now what she felt was repulsion. She was about to cry out when his rough hand clamped down on her mouth squeezing her face in a tight grip. Then he slapped her hard enough to split her lip. She whimpered.
Miles away, Si'len's head recoiled from the blow Be'na had just received. He felt pain not his own. His breathing changed and he said,
"Be'na."
Knowing that everything had been signed off and the shipment could not be abandoned, S'Mat said,
"I will deliver this shipment to our ship."
With that, Si'len entered the vehicle they had used to arrive at the depot, he gunned the engine and sped down the narrow streets to the ship.
Lxx had Be'na pinned against the wall of the ship. She had a death grip on a handle or bar that prevented him from throwing her to the floor. Anxious, his free hand ripped the front of her dress. He then licked her bare skin and with a sadistic grin he said,
"You attempted to destroy 'my equipment' but it will be my pleasure and your privilege to experience its marvelous function. As he said that, he reached down and exposed himself. He again slapped her and she still attempted to not fall to the floor where his weight would be able to pin her to the floor. While continuing to hold herself upright, to prevent herself from falling, she heard a growl and Lxx weight was removed from her.
Be'Na looked into a face twisted with fury. She gave a small cry of surprise when she realized it was Si'len. He effortlessly lifted her tormenter up off the ground with one hand and threw him to against the wall. When Lxx attempted to stand Si'len's perfectly executed Suss Manah offensive moves met the invader's body with resounding thuds. Her tormenter's screams drew a group of various species to observe. They positioned themselves outside the cargo door through which Si'len had entered. Some there were even gambling on the outcome of the 'event', like they were at a sports arena. This action was typical of how they would have reacted if they witnessed what Terrans referred to as a 'bar fight'.
Within minutes the siren of a law enforcement vehicle was heard and it pulled up and an officer made his way to the entrance of the ship.
The officer inquired as to the nature of the situation and Si'len answered,
"This male trespassed upon my ship and attempted to do vile injury to my adun, my wife."
"Am I to understand this male attempted to rape your wife?"
"That is what I have just said," was Si'len's reply.
The officer advised Si'len,
"You are aware of Kalib III's laws in this regard?"
"Yes, I am, but the crime was not committed on Kalib III's soil, since the criminal was aboard my ship, he is on Vulcan soil and therefore under Vulcan law. Perhaps I can demonstrate Vulcan justice to you so you will understand that this crime will not go unpunished."
With those words Si'len went to a chest and withdrew a wooden box. Placing it on the table he opened it to display knives of every description.
Directing his comments to the official Si'len continued,
"Vulcans are peaceful and display calm until there is a cause to display our ability in the use defensive disciplines. Besides the protection of our home world, our leaders, the persons most to be protected are our wives and children. We will willingly die in the protection of these who are considered our treasures.
Although no such criminal act has been reported on our home planet for centuries, on Vulcan rape continues to be a capital offense. But, in view of the fact that this criminal made the attempt, but was unable to carry out his base desires, he will not die. But, it is my duty to protect other females from his predatory behavior by removing the member that would allow him to personally carry out such a desire. I will allow my wife to make a choice as to how this shall be carried out, either surgically or mentally."
By this time, Lxx had been reduced to a whimpering, pleading, kneeling shell of a male.
Be'na sent,
'Please, shed no blood.'
"Ahh, it appears my wife is repulsed by the sight of blood, so you will not be able to witness my surgical prowess."
With that statement he returned the chest of knives to their storage cabinet. Then, administering a nerve pinch Lxx, fell unconscious and then with a brief meld, the part of his brain that would govern the use of 'his misguided member' was silenced. No person would ever be victimized by his use of it in that expression of violence and control that so traumatized its' victims.
The officer asked,
"May I enter to remove the criminal from your ship?"
"There is no need."
With one hand he picked Lxx up and tossed him into the air, far above the crowd out into the street. He was grateful that S'Mat had instructed the crew not to immediately unload the ship. He was about to push the lever to close the door and pick up his wife when he heard a vehicle and then S'Mat's voice.
"Si'len, what has happened?" Seeing her torn dress and Be'na's condition he was able to come to his own conclusion and stated,
"Go, comfort your adun, we will carry out your instructions."
With those words Si'len lifted Be'na and carried her to the privacy of their cabin. Within the privacy of those walls he would examine Be'na's mental state and correct any physical or mental damage she had experienced. After that he would bring her the comfort of silence, shed tears and his arms.