By Blood & Stars

By Blood & Stars
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Kalita Vessh
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It was called Peacekeeping. Expeditions ventured forth out into the unknown to problem solve for other nations. It was to prevent those foreign dominions from self-destructing like they had, or so they claimed. They had been singing the same tune for millennia, they had been fooling themselves for too long. Even before Earth was a distant memory they had claimed good intensions when crying for war; history repeated. Then it was human versus human. Now, with their mother planet uninhabitable, man has taken to the stars. With each new world they would leave their thumbprint, instilling their teachings and knowledge to all races they stumbled upon. But everyone knew what they were really doing; conquering.

Kalita found herself on the Galactical Peacekeeping Alliance?s latest acquisition. The two suns were unforgiving, air thick and humid, and while she found herself on land the majority of the planet was covered in endless ocean. Scholars had named the world ?Lapis Maris? or the Stone Sea. Employed agents of the GPA, like she, had nicknamed it Seaworld. It was unknown to her if the locals had their own name for the place, but she somehow doubted that anyone had stopped to ask.

It was only recently that the young woman had found herself of the surface of the sweltering planet. The initial war had died down, with the majority of the mainland settlements being obtained either by force or persuasion. Somewhere in the water was a local rebellion group itching to take them out, but for the time being a sort of understanding had formed and with it a lull; they kept the water, humans kept the land. The break in fighting had allowed dignitaries to begin re-working the ruling body to form an easily understood government body along with the natives that had succumbed. While Kalita understood that it was some variation of an aristocracy the details were a little fuzzy greatly due to her lack of interest. She had been brought to Seaworld for her particular skill set and politics wasn?t one of them.

In creating a new nation there was always a bit of upset at the beginning. Humans, in their many years of experienced world-building, had learned that distraction was the best method in smoothing things over. Distractions as of late had turned into games: Gladiators. The warrior matches killed several birds with one stone; entertained the populace, rid them of unsavory criminals and allowed them to study the various (and intimidating) creatures of their newest home. Prisoners, charged with assorted crimes, were trained and pitted against the most terrifying beasts from the ocean depths. And that?s where she came in.

Kalita?s task at hand was to whip the unruly into fighting shape. Her duty was to get the games to be as entertaining as possible, to not disappoint the crowd by her Gladiators dying too quickly. While it was no small task to break men she was more than qualified. It wasn?t her first rodeo, and it wouldn?t be the last. Although with a flick of her wrist she had made men cower at her feet a Gladiator required trust and respect. It was a long journey ahead of them.

?Domina.? The title made her countenance stiffen slightly as she paused, turning to see the speaker. Even before eyes beset the tall, blonde man she knew the voice as well as any other; Deltin Belceraw. He was an ?elected? official of the new world of Lapis Mares, awarded title and land due to wealth and services on other endeavors. While the man was courteous and friendly, and very much her senior in rank, she didn?t like him any the more; politicians left a certain distaste on her tongue.

?Viscount.? She replied, emotionless, as he fell in stride with her.

?On time as always, I see. Such a lovely day for festives to begin, don?t you think?? He was babbling, mindless small talk that never amused Kalita. She didn?t even bother to nod her head or shrug. The noble waved his hand, flashing his many glistening rings in the sunlight. Deltin reminded her of a peacock?always decked to the nines and strutting around. He smiled. ?Your brutes are ready for you.?

It was then they came to a halt. They were inside a giant coliseum that had been built recently to emulate those of the past. Rows of men, all chained, were standing before them. The prisoners, all from the planet, each had some sort of aquatic qualities like all the natives of the world. She cleared her throat, clasping her hands behind her back.

?I am your Domina.?

No greetings, no hellos. Straight to the point.

?I will be training you to become Gladiators. You will take part in matches where you will fight for your lives. Most of you will not survive. If you pay attention, try your hardest, entertain the crowd and have a bit of luck then you may be rewarded. You will learn to trust me. We will earn each other?s respect. I will not tolerate insubordination. ?

And then there was quiet as she waited for their reply.

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