DRESSED TO KILL, or why Altara Warrior Woman Run Away.
Monza LenaStepping off of the Slaver's River Boat, Chanda used her senses to orientate herself. As a Blind Warrior Woman she relied on her other naturally heightened senses to move about instead of sight.
A dozen other Warrior Women moved out across the snow covered bank and took up defensive positions as the large monstrosity of their leader, Osnor, floated across the ground in his Splugorth Slave Barge. The woman all shivered from the cold. Falling in around Osnor the Warrior Woman moved through the dense forest with him as he growled out commands to hurry up and stay alert.
She swiftly jumped up onto the floating barge and stood close to Osnor, whose demonic looking form was partially submerged in the barge. Osnor was roughly twelve feet tall with a pair of large, powerful arms and eight tentacles. His large, elongated head shared nothing in common with humans and his mouth was filled with three to six inch canine teeth. If the beast ever had eyes, they had been replaced by the artificial sensors that surrounded his head. Chanda knew Osnor's normal body was serpentine, like a thick snake or eel, adding an additional eight to twelve feet to his size and that the additional length of his body was not apparent on the Eylor barge because the lower body was built right into the barge itself as a permanent fixture by a mixture of science and magic.
As they moved quietly through the snow covered forest towards their intended target the five eyes of the barge, plus the additional five floating eye-spheres of his Staff of Eylor moved along watching everything.
She leaned in closer against Osnor's side as he wrapped one of his wet tentacles around her thin muscular waist. They had been assigned to seek out new slaves for their masters back in Newfoundland and were headed inland to hunt.
Turning about, Chanda turned her head back towards the Slaver’s River Boat which flickered and disappeared via magic. She of course didn't see the boat disappear but she knew it would as per standard procedure. Using her heightened hearing she listened to the rippling water splash against the side of the boat until that too stopped. A globe of silence had been cast on the River Boat and the muffled sounds of moving water and distant wails of the slave cargo on board ended. It was the same tactic they had used to bypass a Free Quebec military naval patrol earlier in the day as they passed the ruins of old Quebec.
Tracking her sisters as they silently moved deeper into the woods she was proud of their stealth and she absently caressed the amulet which hung about her neck as protection, the tight body suit she wore did nothing for protection and actually was very revealing, another way to remind her she was a slave. A slave with power though. The amulet surrounded her with an invisible field of protection.
Osnor growled again, at her this time, and Chanda turned back to face him. Leaning down she kissed his wet cheek and whispered, "Yes Master. We will make you proud. The intelligence report from the Renth Braken stated that the little town is just down the next hill from us. It should be there for several more days before it fades away."
Holding up the Telepathic Holographic Imager she had hung over her neck, on a leather strap, she used it to display an image of the fade town to a nearby floating eye that Osnor used. In her mind she heard the projected telepathic words from Osnor state: "Good. Your reward of an Absurr life node is assured after this raid."
Chanda smiled happily and continued to track her sister’s progress through her natural radar ability as she returned the projector to her side letting it hang freely. Lifting up the Jolt Gun and Techno-Wizard net she prepared herself for any resistance they might encounter on the raid.
Inwardly Chanda and her sisters kept their true feelings pushed down deep and away from any possible mind detection by Osnor. If the beast knew their plan everything would be ruined. Chanda for one was sick and tired of the abuse, the objectifying assault on her mind and body. A secret plan had been devised by the group of warrior woman. A hidden stash of pants, shoes, shirts, and coats was located another mile ahead, left there by their Legion contact. By nights end the woman would be wearing cloths and dressed in boots and celebrating the destruction of Osnor and their escape from enslavement. She quieted her thoughts as Osnor's wet tentacle ran across her bare bottom and up her backside.
Tonight we dress.
