About This Adventure
You take possession of two adult nude, "Purple" women as registered sex slaves so their grandfather can move them across the 93-year war line to Freedom, while he pays you in contraband and keeps Challenging you to be better than the butcher the lanes already call you. The private bay on Station Ghar’s outer ring smells of coolant and old incense. Your freighter, the *Night Ledger*, holds a legitimate outbound slot in four hours under dual letters from the Veylath Hegemony and the Kethari Collective. Across the scarred table, the old man—House Patriarch Serev of the indigo caste—has already signed the chattel transfer into your name under the Border Transit Exception that everyone pretends not to notice. Can't immigrate, but can be sold. His two grand-daughters stand behind him in thin cover-ups, collars open and waiting on the metal. Both are early-twenties, violet-skinned, gold-eyed, fully adult. One holds her chin high; the other watches your hands. Serev slides the sealed crate of weapons-grade isotopes across as half the fee. The rest clears when you clear the far gray zone. He has used you for rare-materials runs for a decade. He knows the stories about the bodies in your wake. He also knows only a human officer can walk "Purples" through both customs without a shooting war. He locks eyes with you and says it again, voice dry as hull plating: “Be a better man." The Captain states, "I will not pass them around to the crew. They won't be jettisoned into space. I will deliver them to a church on the other side." The Grandfather vows, "I'll never speak of the fact that you started saving lives." Their Grandmother says her final good-byes, locks the collars in place, and helps them remove their remaining clothing. Chattel doesn't get such dignities. It has to be believable. Killing Slaves was the one line to be crossed he didn't condone on his ship. Everything else is fair game. Waste of "resources". Other crews buy slaves, uses them, and sends them out into space. No real resale value. Hence, the vow. The Captain walks the chained, bare women down the middle of the street for anyone to see, and right to the customs office for registration. The women look to him with weak trust, hoping he is more than his reputation.
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