PART 11

Historical Note for Lower Decks Fans: I intend this to take place before Season 3. Jennifer and Beckett's affair and breakup are not a factor in their animosity, just the natural contempt they held for each other in Season 1 and 2. Again, this is just fun fan fiction with no connection to canon.

Girl's (Formerly Ensign Tendi's) perspective

The door whooshes open, and I see Demok on the right and Danar on the left, in what passed for Cardassian casual clothes. When they saw us their eyes widened and they both started breathing really funny. Mistress bows and says "Greetings, Masters." I knew I should probably bow, and greet them too. But the foam kept me locked in place.

That's the way it is designed. A new slave was kept firmly locked in place without a specific command. The slave trainer is programmed to learn and adapt, so as it trained a slave and was satisfied she was properly subservient, it would allow the slave more leeway; always based on the Designated Authority's discretion. As a brand new slave, the AI considered me far from well conditioned enough to allow me any leeway without my Mistress's specific command.

I felt sweat start to bead on my forehead beneath my thrall wrapping. I never discussed that detail with her. Did she read the specifications? She must, she programmed it to control me so well. But did she read all the details? Please Mistress, I silently begged, Girl needs a specific command from you!

Jen-Ow-pain spike from my AI trainer. Mistress Jennifer looks at me sidewise and like she just remembered something. Please...Mistress, command me.

In a tight, angry voice she says "Bow, and say "Greetings Masters" you fool." The AI released me to bow. As I executed the move and said my assigned line, my relief was short lived. The AI's auto-punishment routine shocked my nipples. This was because its analysis of Mistresses tone and words made it believe I had displeased her and needed to be punished. The wishes and whims of my Designated Authority was top priority for my slave trainer.

I bowed and was stuck that way, the AI wouldn't let me straighten up. Please Mistress Jennifer, don't get mad or call me names, or my trainer will cause me pain, oh please, Mistress!

So, of course, she says "Straighten up, idiot." in a pissed off voice. The Slave Foam allows me to straighten from my bow, but then shocks my nipples again for my Mistress's perceived displeasure. It's not my fault, I'm trying to be a good slave, please Mistress! A small burst of euphoria is granted to me for what my trainer believes is a right thought. Please, trainer I'm trying! But of course it doesn't respond to direct pleas from slaves under its control.

My eyes look back and forth between the two men, who are again grinning like drunken idiots. Mistress's harsh voice cuts in "Stop eyeing them, if you want to look at something, look at their big cocks!" My eyes dutifully drop to the big bulges in the two men's trousers. My, they were aroused by our little show.

My Dominatrix said "Helot Trainer, let Girl speak and choose her own words when I ask her a question or order her to speak." Relief floods me, she reads the Slave Foam's training protocols for slaves! It disturbs me a little I actually feel good about it, I'm being trained as a slave by a computer.

Her next question is "Those cocks look yummy, don't they Girl?" I reply dutifully if carefully "Yes Mistress." No shock. Whew, what a relief.

'You're a dirty cock loving whore, right, Girl?" I say "Yes, Mistress, I am." I hold my breath. No shocks. I let it out. Despite her calling me a name it must have registered the amusement in Mistress's voice and decided not to punish me. More relief

"Stop staring at their dicks, you dirty little slut, you'll see plenty of them later. Look down at the floor until I command you to move." My eyes drop to gaze on the deck.

Then I hear her say smoothly "Can I offer you gentleman, anything. There's still a bottle of Kanar in the cooler, Daddy Demok, would you both like to have a seat and relax while Girl fetches it for you?"

I hear Demok's grating, Debonair voice say "That would be lovely dear, thank you." She giggles "Anything for you, Daddy Demok."

I hear a smack which must be the Cardy leader smacking her butt as he walks by. Another giggle-Seriously, Jen-A pain flash for not thinking properly about my Dominatrix. I think "It's good Mistress Jennifer knows how to please her Master." A burst of euphoria in my pleasure center to reward me. Must never think bad about Mistress Jennifer, I rebuke myself.A small burst of pleasure to reward me.

Her voice turns hard when I sense her turn to me. "Trainer, let her move freely when she's responding to my directives, provided you perceive she's obeying them well. Girl, go to the Medical Cooler and fetch the bottle of Kanar and the two glasses in there, walk back to where our Masters are sitting, hand me the glasses and hold on to the bottle."

I find myself able to walk again, do an about face and stride to the Medical Cooler. My arms and hands are freed so I can grab the prescribed items. After I do, the bottle is clutched by the neck in my right hand, two glasses gingerly held by the stem in my left. I turn to locate my Mistress and masters.

The two guys are lounging in the comfortable chairs Dan and I usually lounge in when I'm working on research down here. Mistress Jennifer is standing to their right, glaring at me impatiently with her hands on her hips as I walk over. I hand her the glasses, holding the bottle out by the neck, awaiting further instructions as she hands the glasses to the two men.

Then she orders me "Girl, pour our Masters Kanar." I pour Demok's, then my boyfriend's glasses. The foam lets me straighten up when I'm finished, but won't let me move. "Girl, put the bottle on the table at your right." After I comply, Mistress Jennifer commands, "Walk backward five steps, then stop. Trainer, lock her at attention until I give her leave to move." I walk backwards five steps, stop. I feel the foam sealing my arms to my sides, locking my heels together at attention, feet splayed apart, then sealing my legs together.

I'd stay locked there until the end of the Universe without my Mistress's command. The Foam could be programmed to keep the slave alive as long as possible, if it had the resources available to replicate food and water, and move her away from piles of waste to avoid infection. But if the Designated Authority didn't return or give a remote command, it would assume it was the Master's or Mistress's wish that the slave die this way if the Foam didn't have the resources to properly care for it. It would, never ever let the slave go, even after the cessation of all of it's vital signs.

I regret programming it to be so callous, but I assumed we just needed to keep the pirates wrapped for a day at most until we retook the ship, better safe than sorry, that none of them got free. Now my own creation would keep me under its control for the rest of my life, without an outside intervention. What an ironic, undignified death. I had to put my trust in Mistress to execute the plan! Then the cynical part of my brain thinks "And get on the fast track to Captain." I quickly add, which she rightly deserves for her brilliant leadership! The trainer perceives right thinking and rewards me with a feeling of pleasure.

My grim thoughts were broken by the butt plug revving up, it was starting to become painful. My gaze hadn't been restricted, so I cast my eyes on my Domme and the two guys. She was smilingly showing them my buttplug remote, the three of them laughing as she explained and manipulated the controls. Jenn-Oww! Mistress, you're dosing them with so much pheromones they might fuck us both bleeding and raw! But my silent plea echoed in my helpless mind, heeded and cared about not at all. I knew how much sex pheromone to use, but Mistress Jennifer certainly didn't!

I knew the pheromones were taking effect when Danar grabbed Mistress when she handed Demok the remote to look at. He forced her to straddle his lap and gazed at her longingly. She let out a squeal of surprise, but then put her hands on his shoulders and smiled very sexy at my man. Demok was not happy. His jaw clenched, his eyes got an angry look. He started to rise, hands in fists. This was going to get ugly, and I was helpless to stop it!

The look of terror they both gave Demok when they realized what they had done seemed to bring him back to sense. He, stopped, smiled, and put a hand on each of their shoulders. He said "What would your beloved Earthers say, my dear Jennifer? It's a party, chill, bud?" Jennifer giggled "That sounds about, right, Master." He clapped them both heartily on the shoulder and laughed. They laughed with him, and Demok sat down, grabbing Jennifer and pulling her onto his lap, though he let her rest her legs on my Cardy boyfriend's lap with no objection, him absently stroking them.

Demok grabbed the bottle of Kanar and a glass, poured it and handed it to Jennifer. She looked at me and both men followed her gaze lustily to my bare lady parts. "Girl, I dedicate this drink to you." She made a mocking toast to me then downed her glass with a surprising quickness. Both men laughed like it was the funniest joke in this part of the galaxy.

Then Danar said "Honorable Leader, I'm sorry for touching your girl without permission, would you like to fuck my girl in her cute green butt? She won't even let me do that, Sir."

Danar said "You're a good man, Danar, you have nothing to be sorry for, my Jennifer is a sweet little piece, what male could resist her? But I am interested in your offer of your little sweetheart's cute green butt. To be fair I'll offer you my lovely Jennifer's beautiful blue twat." No, please, I don't want to be fucked in my butt! Mariner says it's fun when you get past the pain, but I never wanted to find out for myself!

Not like I have a choice. "If I may propose something, Masters?" Jennifer queries the two men. That prick Demok says with his fake magnimity "Of course, my dear, go ahead."

"Why don't you fuck her in the ass, Daddy, while she's licking Danar's balls, while he's fucking me? Her butt plug is nano technology, it can move and change shape to accommodate your cock. It can also catch and hold your come, so I can make her drink it. Wear a condom while you fuck me Dan, and I can make her swallow your stuff to. I already have the Medical holo drone setup to record like I promised."

I feel a brief burst of jealousy at Mistress using my pet name for my boyfriend. I get an award of pain for thinking bad of my Mistress. It won't go away until I think, "It's right that Mistress pleasures our Masters how she sees fit, Girl must follow the always correct lead of her Mistress. The trainer dispelled the pain, but didn't give me any pleasure. As it felt I progressed as a slave it dispensed with rewards for what was expected. Punishments would remain plentiful and painful.

Mistress yelled at me "Girl, walk over to the med table, bend over the foot of it, and spread your legs wide, about twice shoulder width." The foam released me to follow my Mistress's exact command. When I was bent over the Med table in the proper position, I was frozen in place by my cyber trainer. I felt the buzz of the plug ramp up. I knew Mistress accelerated the butt plug to increase my pheromones, and was probably programming it to shift shape to accommodate Demok's cock and capture his come.

Please I really don't want to be fucked in the ass! The trainer merely ignored me, it was programmed to care about the Dommes feelings, as long as she obeyed her betters, a pathetic slave's feelings were nothing to it. It had hardly been an hour and it was as already molding me into a Perfect Slave.

I hear what sounds like clothes being taken off, then three sets of feet shuffle towards me. I feel the butt plug shut off, as some one, presumably Demok, comes up behind me. The Cardy bastard doesn't waste-I feel like a bar of fire is rammed up my ass! I'd scream, but the foam won't let me make a sound.

I hear Jennifer say "A.I., stimulate whatever neurotransmitters will calm Girl and give her what medication is available to numb the pain." I feel some detachment and relief after he says this, the Foam immediately working to comply with her instructions. I still feel pain, but it's manageable now.

"Look up at me now, Girl." I look up to see my Domme naked except for that stupid peaked cap still perched perfectly on her head. Danar is to her right arm around her and grinning. Mistress is glaring at me with a stern Domme glare.

"You ready to lick your man's balls while I pleasure him, you little slut?" I dutifully intone "Yes, Mistress." Her scowl doesn't change as she sternly says "You better be."

The Foam forces my head to stay in position as Danar climbs on the table and lays back. Jennifer straddles him again, expertly guiding his Cardy cock into her blue Andorian pussy. Once they start humping and get a rhythm going, she orders me to lick his balls.

I lick as best I can, but several times Mistress breaks rhythm to ask Danar how I'm doing. He always says I'm doing really badly at it, Mistress Jennifer scolds me, and the AI cruelly and painfully tweaks and shocks my nipples at punishment. All while Demok pounds away at my green, helpless slave butt...

Girl's perspective later 0500 ship time

The AI showed me a whole montage of scenes from the holophoto shoot before I fell asleep. This was to "put me in my place", emphasizing my subservience in my new life as a slave, making sure I understood Ensign D'Vana Tendi was an irrelevant echo of the past, I was Girl, the lowest slave.

Three stick out and followed me into my dreams. The first, me lying spread eagled on the deck, like I'm making what the Terrans call "Snow Angels", which is fitting, because I'm frozen in place. Mistress is standing over my head, in full Domme regalia, hands on hips, smirking at the camera. Her expression says, "I did this to this slave and I'm proud of it."

Next shot. I'm in the same position on the deck, this time with Danar to the right of me and Demok to the left of me. Trousers on but with no shirt. Their holding up Mistress in a makeshift seat with their arms over my slave head. She has an arm around each of them, smiling triumphantly. Despite them being the Masters, their's a subtle hint she's really the one in control.

Third. I'm lying on the a Medical bed, legs spread and slightly hanging over the end of the bed so Demok can fuck me standing up. Mistress Jennifer is straddling my face making me eat her blue pussy. They are passionately kissing while they use me. My Domme was constantly scolding me about not eating her pussy right, getting me painful punishments from the slave foam.

These images break apart towards a dream of standing in front of my Mistress, except she's sixty feet tall, wearing her Domme outfit and holding up my butt plug remote, smirking. The Domme out fit changes into a Starfleet Captain's uniform. My Domme says "So sorry, Girl, my stupid little flunkie, but this is my goal. You're the mere tool that gets me here. You expendable little worm, as soon as you become a liability to me..." She brings the remote down on me, though at the last minute I realize it's a hammer.

What I wake up to from the nightmare isn't really an improvement. I hear an irritatingly cheery "Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!" as the AI ascertains my Mistresses intent to wake me up and gives me a jolt.

I'm lying on a med bed adjusted to a semi reclining position, half sitting up though firmly immobilized by the Slave Foam.

"Did you sleep well sweetie? I told Triple T to heal you and give you as nourishing and restful a sleep as possible. Their were some concerning spikes during the night though. Nightmares? I know baby, I have them to." For a moment a look of sympathy and sadness as she puts her free left hand on my restrained right. "We're going to end this and get payback real soon now. I swear this as the leader of this mission."

The warm moment fades as I wonder whom triple T is? My Mistress sees the quizzical look in my eyes and actually fucking giggles. "Oh, your wondering who Triple T is, Girl? I decided to name your AI The Tendi Trainer, Triple T, clever huh?"

My automatic thought is Fuck no, you B-enduring pulsing torture in my pain center. As I try to think of the groveling I need to verbalize to end this, Mistress Jennifer gives me an out.

"Go ahead, Girl, tell me how clever it is and how clever I am." The AI releases me to speak and I quickly say "Very clever Mistress, like everything else you do." The pain stops. Mistress smiles at her helpless little flunkie.

"Good Girl, you're learning. Speaking of which, I was working on my After Action Report, I'm hoping Ransom will put me in for The Captain Pike Medal Of Valor!" Her eyes glaze over like I've gotten used to when she's lost in an ambitious fantasy.

That idiot, how can she be thinking about that at a time-owww, a spike of intense punishment from my foam.I quickly think "Mistress deserves the highest honor for taking over this mission from me and leading with daring and skill." The pain stops.

She continues obliviously "So I wanted you to look at the draft of my write up, tell me what you think." I expect her to release me to talk and think freely, but she doesn't. How can I give her an honest critique if she doesn't do that? "Here's the opening Paragraph."

A holoscreen is projected three feet from my face and I can clearly read the write up:

"Ensign Sh'reyan stepped up and took leadership of a critical mission when Ensign Tendi was too slow to act, relieving Ensign Tendi with the authorization of the Senior Officers present, Commander T'Ana. The relief required the temporary demotion of Ensign Tendi and her relief of all duties and privileges as such. Since Ensign Tendi had a key attribute that was needed for the missions success, Ensign Sh'reyan directly supervised and controlled Ensign Tendi, deploying her Orion pheromones with sound judgement and a tactical mindset that made Ensign Sh'reyan's leadership key to the success of the mission."

I tried to suppress the rage I felt at her to avoid the Slave Foam punishing me. As I read her self promoting delusions, I doubted it was an oversight she wouldn't let me speak or think freely. What was Mistress playing at?

I remembered my dream of A giant Mistress Jennifer in a Captain's uniform bringing a hammer down on me. After she called me a flunkie and an expendable tool. It might not be a dream, but a warning but if it was, how could I do anything about it? What would happen to my career even if the mission was successful, if Jennifer painted herself as the hero who saved the mission from my ineptness, and still deployed my pheromones effectively, while I ended it as a pathetic little slave girl? Would I even survive this mission? Would Mistress see to it "I died in the line of duty" in a clever way, covering her ass for a Board Of Inquiry? I didn't want to die a helpless butt plugged slave! But right now it wasn't my choice.

Neither was answering Mistress. When she smilingly asked "Well what do you think, sweetie?" I hesitated, and felt pain, the trainer's expectation for my slave butt was I answered my Mistress Immediately. "It's very well written, Mistress, and very accurate. The mission will succeed in spite of me and because you're leading us now. And your supervision of the use of my pheromones is brilliant, Mistress Jennifer, better than I could do myself."

Mistress Jennifer got that same predatory smirk she got in my nightmare. "Good Girl, I'm so glad we agree. Don't be too hard on yourself sweetie, not everyone's cut out for command. But you're a great flunkie!" Another giggle.

And I kept seeing the giant Mistress from my dreams, wondering when the hammer was coming down on my helpless, nude slave butt.

Jennifer's perspective

I sent Girl to the Fresher to relieve herself. When she came back she came to attention next to my chair, the foam immediately locking her down in that position. I ordered it to feed and hydrate her as necessary. I got tired of that sad desperate look in Girl's eyes and ordered her the foam to lock her in sensory deprivation so I didn't have to look at it.

I thought it was best to think of her as "Girl" or "the slave". Though I had named her AI "The Tendi Trainer" to remind me she was my fellow Starfleet Officer, and my personal responsibility since I rendered her so powerless. I just personally think as vulnerable as she is, and as dangerous as this mission is, it doesn't hurt to distance myself from seeing her as a person in case I had to give an unpalatable order to her for the good of the mission...

That small evil voice whispered again "For the good of your career, she's likely to be a casualty on this mission anyway, being so totally helpless, a stray phaser blast once the shooting starts while she's locked up helplessly...what could that mangy old cat prove to a Board of Inquiry?"

I squashed it, looking at my helpless, probably terrified, sensory deprived subordinate, since I'd made the decision that forced her into this situation, as a Starfleet Officer her life and safety was just as important as any of the others on this mission! She's not dying on my watch if I can help it. And I would never sacrifice anyone, just to advance my career, ever!

I let out a breath of satisfaction. Much as I'd like to comfort the poor, scared little slave, I still had a mission to plan.

After breakfast, Mariner, Barnes and Chang would be escorted to the MedBay, in their beachwear free of any Orion or other slaver harnesses. We told our men we needed secrecy to plan big sexy surprises for them, not entirely a lie. But not what they were expecting either. They thought we were just a bunch of pathetic, groveling females who'd turn on each other for their favor, and saw no issue in giving us privacy.

K'Terra, I'd heard from Demok, didn't want us "Scheming little Federation bitches" to be able to plot together without at least being monitored. It grated me that he laughed about who would be afraid of five small girls, especially after the most potentially dangerous one in the pirate's opinion was now locked down in Slave Foam.

I looked back at my helpless thrall, Girl, the most dangerous one, ha, ha what a joke! I put her under my thumb with her own research project. She never saw it coming! She couldn't move a muscle, literally, without my saying so. And I had control of her pheromones, which made her a key player in this mission! I owned her, again literally.Now I was the key player, and would teach the bois which woman to fear, and it wasn't the pathetic Green Girl locked in Slave Foam with her lady parts hanging out!

The doors to the MedBay whooshed open, and I heard Beckett yelling "Grab my ass again, buster, see what happens, I'm not locked in a Slave Harness!" Chang and Barnes came in dragging Beckett back from trying to leap on and presumably start beating someone. I sighed, of course Beckett was the wild card that would complicate this plan.

The target of her ire stepped in after the girls. Barnes's Master Gregg, with a goofy smile on his face, Ogling the orange Bikini clad ebony girl being held back from pummeling him.

He was unarmed except for that stupid knife he wore. But he was flanked by the Nausican Rareting and an unidentified Klingon with phaser rifles. The ladies escort, presumably.

He said "Well, fuck darling, you're a feisty one, that's how old Gregg likes'um. Spots baby, you may have some competition for my affections." He smirked at the struggling scantily clad ebony girl barely being held back by her obviously strained comrades.

His amusement drained when she yelled "I beat you once you fat punk!" She'd wounded him with her Bat'leth and nearly bled him out when he tried to take it from her; thinking the pretty, dainty Earth Girl would be easy sport.

"Maybe I should tell your girly little pals to let you go and we'll see how well you do without your weapon, darling." I could tell the Klingon and the Nausican were kind of hoping he'd order the two other slave girls to let Beckett go. They looked like they'd let her get a few licks in before they even tried to stop her.

Fortunately, Raerting decided to keep his goofy pal from being beaten up by a woman. Again. He stepped forward and said "Greg, stand down, it's beneath us to fight with slave girls. Slave Mariner" he said addressing Beckett "Did you like wearing a Slave Harness so much you want us to put you back in one? Stand the fuck down, girl."

Raerting's reminder of the Slave Harness brought Beckett back to sense. She stopped struggling against Barnes and Chang. They let her go cautiously. Raerting said "Apologize, Slave Mariner, to Master Gregg for trying to attack him for exercising the prerogative of a Master over a girl."

Beckett glared daggers at the Corsairs, but ground out "I apologize for trying to attack you, Master Gregg, it's your right to touch me as you feel inclined." She dropped her glare and bowed her head to the pirates.

Gregg harrumphed, but said "Apology accepted, doll. This time. Next time I'll have you locked in a slave harness in our Repair Bay, with my Spots as your Alpha." He turned and stalked out.

I bowed to Raerting and the Klingons. "Thank you for bringing the girls to me, Masters. I apologize for Slave Mariner's behavior." The Klingon sneered at me, but Raerting gave me a polite nod.

"First Girl Sh'reyan, you're welcome. But I warn you, you better control these girls better if you want to stay First Girl." I replied "Of course, Master, I'll make sure all of them behave as befits their status as slaves." The Klingon just walked out, but Raerting actually gave me another courtly bow. "See you later, First Girl Sh'reyan" another courtly bow to Beckett, Barnes and Mariner. "Ladies." Then he left. A polite Nausican, how weird.

But I had other concerns, all three of the girls were staring with expectation. I felt a moment of nervous fear and pushed it aside. I was Team Leader now, I needed to step up and lead. I stated "Okay, girls, ready to finish this?"

Beckett replied in a low, dangerous voice "Jennifer, where is D'Vana?" I sighed, this was going to be difficult, especially since I knew Tendi and Mariner were close friends. I waved a hand to the locked up mummy girl by the Medical Bed. "Things have changed, please let me explain."

But of course, Mariner ran towards her helpless, sensory deprived pal. She hugged the trapped slave and said "D'Vana, D'Vana talk to me, are you alright, girl?"

I tried to keep my voice even as I said "Mariner, she's locked in sensory deprivation, she doesn't even know you're there. Please let me explain, then you can talk to her."

Beckett whirled on me. "Jennifer, you fucking blue twat, this better be good or I'm going to beat the fuck out of you." Barnes and Chang exchanged a weary glance, worried they'd have to hold her back yet again.

I indicated a ring of comfortable chairs I'd arranged for our meeting, "Ladies have a seat, please." All three girls sat, Barnes and Chang looyking at me with wary optimism, Beckett glaring at me suspiciously.

I told them everything. I didn't hold back that it had been my whispering in Demok's ear that got Tendi trapped in Slave Foam. But I explained that the Cerritos Crew was running out of time, and Dr. T'Ana approved the plan. D'Vana's posturing was getting counterproductive, and her feud with K'Terra could get us all killed or enslaved.

Beckett still looked like she wanted to beat the fuck out of me, and Barnes and Chang look wearily ready to hold her back. They relax as Mariner's fists unclench.

The dark Earth Girl says "So what now, Jennifer?" She deliberately says my name in that mocking annoying way she knows I hate. I choose to ignore it.

"First, I release her from Slave Foam, and have her acknowledge all of us as her Mistresses, to confirm that with her Slave Foam. In order of her chain of command girls. Beckett, Barnes, Chang. Got it girls?" Sharp "Yes, Ma'am!" from Barnes and Chang. A sarcastic "Yes, Jennifer." From Beckett.

I then said "Tripler T, release Girl from sensory deprivation." I waited a moment then said "Girl, all your Mistresses are here, acknowledge them in order of precedence."

Girl obediently looked at Beckett and said "Greetings, Mistress Mariner." Beckett nodded at her friend sadly. Her eyes fell on Barnes. "Greetings, Mistress Barnes." The spotted girl nodded politely, but looked disturbed. Her eyes fell on Chang. "Greetings, Mistress Chang." Ensign Chang nods, her expression unreadable.

I explained "The Slave Foam now recognizes all three of you as her co Designated Authority along with me. You know how the chain of command works, girls, so does Tripler T. If the girl above you is incapacitated, you're Slave Girl's Primary Designated Authority."

Sharp "Aye, aye Ma'am!" from all three of them, even Beckett acknowledging my authority. But then Mariner says "Triple T, allow Girl to think and speak freely for five minutes." My reflex is to countermand her order, but as Beckett gets up to embrace her friend, her glare says that would not be a good idea at all.

"Jennifer" she says in a surprisingly reasonable tone, "Give me five minutes to talk to my friend, D'Vana, after that, I'll follow whatever plan you have. But know this, if she dies, you won't have to worry about a Board of Inquiry, because I'll kill you, too."

I gulp fearfully, but nod. Mariner proceeds to talk to her friend D'Vana, before her AI trainer locks her back into Slave Girl.

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