The Planet Slaronia
“Who do you bring before us now Lormor?” a computer synthesised voice said in a strange alien language, from the darkness.
A man of medium height paced around the circular beam of light. In the middle of the circle, a silver coloured, vertical table held Larna prisoner. Her wrists were crossed above her head, and secured with a strong, unbreakable material. A similar material was tied around each of her ankles, holding them apart, near to the corners of the table. Larna’s head was slumped down, her medium to long auburn hair, with the white streak down the centre, hung down, covering her face. She was still clothed in the army uniform she had stolen from a Private guard soldier, when she broke into the nuclear missile base in New Mexico with her half sister Lauren. Lormor moved through the light to stand right in front of Larna, looking up and down her motionless form, strapped helpless to the vertical observing table. He then turned to look into the darkness, which surrounded the table.
“Her name is Larna Fox—Ident, Con Nine Five Seven Dash X. She has been charged with the illegal life termination of the Loretis Female Lillith.” Lormor responded in the same alien language.
“Lormor, you know as well as the rest of the computer council, that Loretis females cannot be killed. Especially by some weak female from an inferior planet in some inferior dimension.”
“Never the less, we have seen the dimension flashes of Lillith being thrown off a building by Nine Five Seven X.”
“This is a unique case—she must truly be a unique individual. We have no ruling to judge on this case.”
“May I suggest that, being such a unique individual, we use her in the farming procedure being undertaken on this planet.”
“We’ll have to put her through the medical scan before that decision could be reached.”
“Sir, the prisoner is coming out of her deep sleep.”
Larna opened her eyes. She moved her head up. A dull pain shot across her shoulders. She tried to move her arms, to relieve the pain, but with them secured, she could not move. She peered up at the bonds holding her wrist’s hostage above her head. She tried to pull them free of the bonds, but they were secured too tightly. When she looked at the scene around her, the light blinded her. After a few blinks of the eyes, her eyesight came back. The darkness that greeted her, made her think that all the effort had been for nothing. She again tried to move her wrists free of the bonds. She also tried to free her legs. After her struggles did not free her, she tried a different approach.
“Would someone kindly tell me what is going on? The last thing I remember was a wall of light. I’m damn sure that it wasn’t the nuclear explosion, because three things came walking out of it, like they were coming through a tunnel.”
“It was a tunnel—of a sort.” Lormor said, now speaking in English.
Larna looked at this man, with a shaved head walk out from behind her. He was wearing the same black outfit that the men from the light had been wearing. The bodysuit like clothing, had pipes running to various parts of the body, the pipes seemed to be attached to the neck of the wearer. It looked almost machine-like. Actually inserted into the neck, like they were life support suits for an inner being. Larna looked into the man’s eyes. They were covered with a pair of glasses, much like a pair of thin, sports sunglasses. She could not see his eyes. Larna looked up and down at the restraints holding her.
“At least you guys speak English.”
“I have been instilled with the language for the express purpose of being your defence council. You do wish to give you a proper and fair trial.”
Larna did not like the way this sounded.
“So I’m being accused of something, that’s why I’m being held like a chicken ready for plucking.” Larna said, trying the restraints to indicate what she was talking about.
Lormor turned to face the shadows without replying to Larna’s comments. The voice came back from the shadows. It spoke in a language, which Larna had no idea as to what it was, or as to what they were saying. She must have heard every single language in her adventures travelling through time, but this was really strange. They continued to have the conversation in this strange language, leaving Larna wondering what was going on.
“Listen, if I being accused of something, I’d like to know what that something is. Come on man, speak to me.”
Lormor turned to face Larna, with a look that told her that he was not happy with her speaking out of turn. Larna did not give a damn, she just continued to speak.
“You’re my defence attorney, shouldn’t we talk to each other.”
Lormor moved so Larna could feel his breath on her face. She never liked a man to be that close to her, especially when she was fastened up like she was. She always wanted to be able to protect herself. Lormor glared into her eyes.
“Technically I’m not your defence. I’m just the translator. You have no defence. What you did cannot be defended.”
“What exactly do you think I did?” Larna asked.
“You’re here because you killed one of our Loretis females. You’re charged with murder.”
“But I’ve never met any ugly bastards like you, or any other Loretis whatever you called yourselves.”
“So you deny the fact that you threw the Loretis female, Lillith off a building site.”
“Lillith was one of you.” Larna said, realising who they meant. She paused as Lormor nodded his head to confirm what Larna said. “But I was just protecting the general public from a perverted monster who was assaulting and killing innocent women from my planet.”
“She was only doing what any other Loretis female does. Enjoying the pleasures that other females from different dimensions and planets have to offer.”
“Sure whatever you say. I’m just glad I did what I did. She was sick, and I acted like a vet and put her to sleep.”
Lormor looked confused. He did not understand what Larna was talking about. Larna looked into the shadows.
“Now that I know what I’m being charged with, I’d like to know where the I am, and what is going to happen to me?”
“Where you are should not concern you, just the fact that you have been found guilty of murder. However, the computer jury, which are the leading council of this settlement, are facing a certain degree of difficulty in coming to a decision, regarding the punishment for your crime.”
“I’m sorry for the trouble I’m causing.” Larna said sarcastically.
“This is a unique crime. They have never had to judge on the murder of a Loretis. We have never met anyone who could kill us. We need to examine what it is that makes you so special. They are deciding on what we should do.”
Larna looked into the shadows. She could see no sign of anyone in the darkness. As far as she was concerned, they were the only ones in this room. She did not even know how large the room was. The voices then spoke from the darkness. Lormor had a brief conversation with them, before turning back to Larna.
“It has been decided that you should be taken to the laboratory in this settlement, then after a thorough physical examination, a series of experiments will be conducted on you, to discover the strengths and weaknesses of your race.”
“In other words,” Larna said with a growl, “You’re going to use me as a guinea-pig.”
Lormor simply nodded his head. Larna’s expression changed immediately to one of an evil warning not to try it,
“You realise that I’m not going to let you do this to me.”
“You have little choice. We’re a lot stronger than you—remember the missile launch room. You will also be fitted with a restraining bolt in your neck once the physical examination is over to keep you under control.”
Larna tested the restraints holding her against the vertical table once again.
“You just give me one chance to whip your asses, and I’ll make sure that you never do this to anyone again.”
Lormor moved away into the darkness without saying a word, leaving Larna alone in the light, to keep trying to pull her wrists and ankles free from the material holding them captive.
It seemed to Larna that she had been left alone for hours. Two men came into the light from the shadows. The men to her right were carrying a grey collar. While the other stopped, this man came close to Larna and put the collar around her neck. The moment it was snapped shut, Larna felt a strange warm feeling spread through her whole body. She tried to struggle, but her body did not respond. It must have been their version of a C.O.C. (Collar of Control) which controls prisoners by blocking the brain’s signals to the body. Now that Larna could not fight these men, they untied her wrists from above her, and her ankles. They took hold of each of her arms, slowly lifting her off the table. Once they were standing on either side of her, they started into the shadows. The shadows disappeared as they walked into them, replaced by a pathway of lights. Larna tried to observe everything as she was walked—against her minds will, but not her bodies—through a corridor of light to the exit of the room. The door lifted up automatically when they got close to it. The corridor on the other side of the door was tiled, with white tiles. The floor was white. The walls were white. It looked like a hospital. Larna heard several women screaming, as if they were in a lot of pain. There must have been at least six different screams. Larna glanced at the men on either side of her.
“What are those screams?” she asked.
The men, wearing the same outfit at Lormor had, except that these uniforms had different marks on the chest, did not respond. Larna guessed that these markings were some sort of ranking. The three of them did not stop, they went right down the corridor, leaving the screams far behind them. The men turned right, going into another corridor—a corridor that had security camera’s running the length of it. The door at the end of the corridor was shut. The guards stopped half way down the corridor, turned right around and walked away, leaving Larna standing in the corridor alone. She could not go anywhere though, the collar around her neck, was still in control of her body. A blinding light suddenly flashed down the corridor. When the light had passed, Larna was slumped in a heap on the floor of the corridor, unconscious. The door in front of her then slid open. Two small men came scurrying out of the room. They went straight to Larna’s arms. Each took hold of one arm each, then dragged Larna’s unconscious body down the corridor into the room.
The room was circular. Light came down in beams from the ceiling. A beam went right on to a table, made from a plastic-like material that was in the middle of the room. The table had a flat surface, which lay horizontal on a pedestal. attached to the side of the table were a number of metal arms, that went out then up. On the top of the arms, silver trays had been placed. The trays were filled with strange instruments and storage dishes, used when examining the subject on the table. Machines were situated around the walls. Computer panels were in the far corner of the room. The two small men that had collected Larna, were dressed in white body suits instead of black suits. The men pulled Larna to a circle of light just to the right of the door. They pulled her up into a standing position. A beam of light came down and surrounded Larna, stopping her from falling back down to the floor. She stood there, frozen like a statue, her head slumped down to the ground. The light held a special function, which, with a quick pulse of light, disintegrated the clothes that Larna was wearing. All of the clothes, even the collar had been removed. She was now standing naked in the light. The men that had collected her, moved her from the light to the table, lying her down on it on her back. After positioning her arms down by her side and clipping a clamp across her forehead, they left the room, leaving her alone. She was not alone for long. A man came in through the door opposite to the one the small men had left through. This man was also wearing a white body suit. Larna’s eyes were now open, she could see this man clearly, but the clamp across her forehead stopped her from speaking, or even trying to get up. Her body felt disconnected from her mind. It was a strange feeling, which left her quite disorientated. The clamp acted as a mind control device, stopping her from moving during the examination. The doctor came over to the table, looked down at his subject, before reaching to one of the trays. He pulled on a pair of skin tight rubber surgical gloves, much like those used by doctors on Earth. Then he moved closer to the table, smoothing his hand over Larna’s face, feeling the texture of her skin. Larna desperately wanted to try and pull away, but the clamp held her body rigid. The doctor smiled down at his subject.
“Let’s see what your body has in store for us.” he said, in the alien language that Larna did not understand, as he moved to the foot of the table.
Larna did have an impressive looking body. She’s five feet eleven inches tall, weighing around nine stone. She had long auburn hair with a white streak running down the middle and hazel eyes. Her 36B-24-35 figure was matched with looks closely resembling the actress Hudson Leick. On the right side of her neck she had a tattoo signifying the Chinese for Eternal Devotion, in honour of her husband. She was twenty one Erayears old—Erayears being the new form of true age after the nuclear explosion slowed actually ageing to one year every eight four months. One her right bicep she had a tattoo of a Fox. On her left buttock was a tattoo of a black rose, wrapped around a dagger. This was the symbol of an assassin in the year 2500. Her body was slim, athletic and very flexible—her training in six martial arts created that flexibility. She was a master in all six Martial Arts in which she was trained. Savate was an old French form of martial arts. It was based on hand and foot fighting and was recognised by its flamboyant kicking techniques. Pencak Silat was the National fighting art of the old Indonesia. Moves were based on the evasion and warding off of attacks. The offensive moves were all geared to getting the opponent off balance. Taijutsu was an unarmed form of combat, the forerunner to the old Judo technique. Ninjitsu, the art of invisibility, was the techniques of the ninja. They involved the use of dirks, darts, daggers, throwing stars, smoke bombs and various poisons. Capoeria was an old Brazilian form of combat in which the foot was considered the strongest weapon and the head the weakest point. This art aimed to bring these two into contact by using various kicks, somersaults and handsprings. Her gymnastic training as a younger woman had been moulded into a tool to help with this art. Kenpo, also known as Fist used Linear and circular movements combined into major and minor moves with flow constantly. This wa a very flexible form of martial arts. The doctor could not say that he had ever seen anyone quite as impressive looking than her. He was looking forward to this examination.
The trays at the sides of the table were positioned such that the instruments on them were in the right places for use on the subject’s body. The doctor started with Larna’s feet. He lifted her right leg first, so that he could look at the soles of her feet. After a close look he ran his hand down them. Quickly, he reached behind him and took up a sharp instrument. He scraped it down her sole. Larna’s foot curled up. The doctor lowered her leg to the table, then repeated the procedure with her left foot. With that done, he moved to her ankles—touching them first, then twisting her foot from one side to the other, one after each other. When he had recorded the findings from that, he moved up to her calf muscle. He pushed his fingers against her muscle. After a couple of seconds he pushed harder, testing the muscle structure. His hand moved up so that he could squeeze his fingers between the bone and muscle. Larna’s face grimaced as she felt the pain from this procedure, but she did not scream. The doctor recorded the reaction. He then moved up to the knee, bending it a few times, then recording the observations. He kept the left knee bent while reaching behind him to the tray. He pulled two instruments to the table. A laser scalpel and a scoop-like device. He then made an incision into the back of the knee with the scalpel, then pushed the scoop into the incision. Before he removed the scoop, he took out a sample dish, then placed the scoop into the dish. He then pushed the dish into the side of the table.
The doctor placed the instruments back on the tray, before placing his hands on Larna’s thighs. He touched and rubbed them a few times, before again recording his findings. Now he moved her legs wider apart. Before starting the next examination, he took several items from a tray. One was like a butter knife. Another was a sharp instrument. The final one was a small camera on the end of a thin, flexible tube. First, he probed with his fingers, pushing and pressing his way inside her. Next he scraped down the vaginal wall with the sharp instrument. With the butter knife he entered the uterus and took a sample from inside. Finally he moved the camera up in-between her legs, the moved it inside her body, letting it record everything it saw. He moved it further in, then around for a several minutes, before removing it, taking out the film and placing it in the side of the table, along with the two samples collected with the instruments. Larna tried to move her body, wanting to knock this guy’s lights out for doing this to her body, but she had no control over the situation. She hated not to be in control.
The ribs and rib cage were the next target of the doctor’s examination. He pushed against them first, then took an instrument off the nearest tray. He pushed the instrument into her right hand side, then placed the instrument in the side of the table. Finally he recorded the observations in his computer hand held machine. Next, the doctor movedLarna6s arms over her head, so he could conduct an examination of her underarms and shoulders. After touching and pushing them, he recorded his observations, then returns Larna’s arms to her sides. Now the doctor moved to the wall. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a strange machine, then returned to the table. For the moment, he placed the machine down on the nearest tray. He started the breast examination by squeezing and pressing against the nipples, then against the whole breast. When the physical palpation was concluded, the doctor reached for the machine. He pushed it down into its right location on the table, so that it covered Larna’s chest. The machine then started to slowly pump. It made Larna feel like her breasts were hot and heavy. It felt like they were growing bigger—swelling. when she started to produce milk, the doctor immediately stopped the machine, grabbed a dish and collected the liquid. The dish was placed in the side of the tables, as the other collections had. The doctor quickly removed the machine from Larna’s body and put it back in the wall cupboard. The machine had left the strangest tingling sensation in her bosom, Larna could not get over the strange feeling.
After recording the findings of the last examination, the doctor moved to the head of the table to concentrate of Larna’s head. He removed the clamp, then, knowing that he now only had a few moments to conduct his examination, placed his hands on either side of her temples. He carefully rolled her head from side to side, then quickly replaced the clamp on her forehead before she regained body control. The doctor picked up an instrument from the tray so that he could examine her ears. The eye test came next, both being examined with an optician-like light being shone into them. Before the doctor opened her mouth, he got two instruments ready. The first he used to scrape the back of her mouth. The second he thrust down her throat. When Larna started to gag and choke, he removed the device and made a note of the incident. The doctor then did a quick examination of her teeth, before inserting a long needle into her gums. He placed the needle into the side of the table. The doctor then moved down to Larna’s neck. He started to feel around it, probing and pressing against it before recording the observations. Larna felt like she was going to choke. Again this interested the doctor, so much so that he recorded the observation.
The doctor now unclipped the forehead clamp from the table. He lifted Larna up into a sitting position, then secured the clamp together at the back of her head. The doctor placed a back support against her so that Larna did not fall back while he conducted an examination of her back and of her spine. He used another instrument to take a tissue sample, which was again stored in the tableside. The doctor touched every individual vertebrae of her back from top to bottom. He paid more attention to the base of her spine than to the top.
Larna was then rolled on to her right side. The doctor conducted another examination of her back done again, before grabbing a number of instruments from a tray. The instruments were for a rectal exam. He probed inside with a number of different lengths and sizes of instrument, before sending another camera into her rectal passage. All the instruments, plus the film, were then placed into the drawer in the side of the table. He then rolled Larna completely over on to her stomach. He took a tissue sample from the back of her legs, then pressed his fingers against the muscles of her legs. The doctor them rolled her back on to her back, before fastening the clamp back to the table and leaving the room to complete his report.
By the time Larna had regained her sensed, she was strapped back to the vertical table—back in the light circle. It was like the examination had been a bad dream. She was still naked though, she made her realise that it had not been a dream. There was no pain from her neck, where she assumed the neck bolt would have been position, but other parts of her body did hurt. Her breasts ached. Her muscles were sore. Her head pounded, like someone was slamming a sledgehammer against the inside of her skull. She had feelings that she had only felt once before—when twice her foster father had raped her when she was fourteen Erayears old. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they were tightly secured again. That seemed to be the constant part of this nightmare so far. At least I’ve got control of my own body again—Larna thought with relief. She looked at the light. Was this her cell? Was this where she was going to spend the rest of her living days? Larna was too busy running ideas through her head that she did not notice Lormor until he was standing right in front of her. She hated a man being that close to her at the best of times, but now that she was naked it was even worse. Lormor had a smug grin on his face, the sort that suggested he had just stolen the cream from top of a desert.
“The doctor was very impressed with your body. So much so, that he had suggested that we use you for Farming more than for experimenting.”
“Is that better of worse for me?” Larna asked frankly.
“It means less pain and suffering. Freedom to go about the Farm as you please. Dignity.”
“The only way to get my dignity back would be to ram all the instruments that doctor used down his throat, or up his ass, whichever was closest.”
“That’s some tough talk, especially considering the present position that you’re in.” Lormor said, placing his hand on Larna’s wrists.
“It doesn’t matter how you restrain me, I’m going to make you pay for what you’re doing. You can’t keep the Fox under control for long. If you’ve been watching them, then you should realise that.”
“There is no escape from this place. You’re going to remain here for a number of years, until you’ve out lived your farming usefulness.”
Lormor turned and walked into the darkness, leaving Larna alone in the light to think about her situation.
After being transported to a strange world, Larna finds herself helping two people from that world. The Convicts. They transport back to Earth and have to stay ahead of two bounty trappers, Liam and The Violator’s brother, Jazz.