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bakerstreet2014-06-24 08:29 am
weebsock) wrote in bakerstreet2014-06-24 08:29 am
In which I watch bad movies and make a meme vaguely based on them: my life in six parts
A slave/reluctant master romance(?) meme
The seed of the idea has existed for ages, perhaps as long as there has been the concept of enemies among humanity - so, a long time. It goes as follows:
You are in an unfamiliar and dangerous territory, most likely the home of your enemy. Whether there is a war raging in the background or just barely-bandaged hostility is irrelevant. Your safety does not depend on that. Instead, you are an example. Your freedom is forfeit. A prisoner is what you are...no, you're a slave. And you're given to someone for service or for entertainment.
You're prepared to hate your new "master." Who wouldn't? Slowly, however, you realize that things aren't as they seem. Your master is no cruel owner; in fact, they don't even want to own you. But they are as much of a pawn in this scheme as you are. Still, they show you kindness and their subtle rebellion fans the flames of your own. Over time, your feelings towards them begin to change. It may be some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or it may be a true emotion, yet either way, something fragile and perhaps even beautiful is growing between the the two of you. Could this be love? If it is or if it isn't, there's one certainty: if you are found out, it will be the end, most likely, of you both.
This is the situation your character finds themselves in. Are they master? Slave? How do they accept their fate? Their new feelings towards their "master"/"slave"? All of this is up to you, as well as how this all ends for the pair.
Of course, there's a precedent for it ending badly and bloody, for obvious reasons.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, and other information like any character info, what position your character is likely to fill, or smut/lack thereof preferences.
- Reply to others.
- Feel free to use the below prompts and ideas.
POSITIONS
- Slave
- Reluctant Master
ATTITUDE
- Willing: You'll take the past of least resistance and try to keep your head down.
- Unwilling: Well, "unwilling" is sort of implied in general, but you are especially rebellious and refuse to be tamed. You throw any kindness you receive back in the giver's face. When you begin to feel something for your "master," you reject that as much as you possibly can.
ENDING
- Good: The idealized, happy ending. You both get away from the system that keeps you chained and live freely together.
- Bad: The realistic ending. Your little affair is unearthed and your heads end up on the chopping block.
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Not too late :3 But quick! Before the lens flares come!
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There's a fine line between freedom and slavery. Of course, that's an entirely metaphysical line of thought. Man is bound by the things he lets bind him and even freedom of choice is chained to self-imposed responsibility and destiny, putting limits on freedom and restricting choices. It's something, she thinks, Master Koon would have made into a lesson.
The thin seamless bracelets around her wrists might indicate there was a physical lesson in it as well.
She could use the Force to break them. Despite the very effective electric shocks they're capable of delivering to incapacitate her, she could bend that energy long enough to physically boost her strength and snap them. Probably. She hasn't tried it yet, though she's felt their bite. It comes back to those limited choices. She's not a free Jedi. In fact, hunted to the brink of extinction, there aren't supposed to be any Jedi left at all. None of her current captors are aware of what she is, her lightsaber long gone, her robes long ago traded for more subtle, simple garb. In a strange way, life has made her safer as a slave than it would free because no one ever looks at slaves. None of the enemies hounds go down to the slave pens to sniff out Force sensitives. What Jedi would ever let themselves be bound and abused, traded like meat?
When she'd traded again, a ceremonial gift exchange, one of many slaves, for a strange ship's safe passage through a disputed sector of the galaxy, she looks the part. She's worn and dirty and hungry beyond even her own Force ability to ignore and she hasn't healed the signs of hard use. But she feels the tug of the Force, or perhaps just the absence of its growing darkness and the ship is going the direction she wants. She thinks it's another link in the chain, because where do you escape to on a ship in the middle of airless emptiness? But enough links can give you a chain long enough to climb with and Jedi are ever patient. Her face is as defeated and empty as the rest of her companions but she watches from the tops of her dark tipped eyes through the ceremony and, as she has before, she finds the one she's looking for. This one is like breaking carbonite against her mind, cracked armor, rock shards from the Greel ocean. It's confusing, but he can be what she needs. So when it's time, when she's herded forward like the others, like so many falumpaset, she reaches out with the Force and she touches him. Her hands stay loose at her sides. She will not compel him. But he has to chose one of them and with the Force she silently tugs at the edge of him 'here. this one. something's there. here.' There's no Force in the gesture, it's much older and more basic than even that when she turns her hand, still by her side, to him, palm almost hidden by the tattered sleeve of her robe and her fingers just barely curl for him.
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Leonard had boredom written all over his face. He could tell it from how Jim was giggling behind his hand and Spock was blatantly ignoring him. Why the hell was he brought on this again?
Refugees hiding in plain sight and how they need to get them to safer places or something like that. It was almost imperceptible to anyone else's eye but Spock suddenly was a lot more rigid than he normally was. Oh good, maybe this whole shindig would be over quicker than they would like it to be. Jim walked up to the slave trader and began his bargain for that one for "his friend."
The doctor wanted to roll his eyes. But if he were to keep up the pretence of a foreign dignitary, he had to resist. He looked over at the rows of slaves and saw one that caught his eye. This must've been the one Spock was eyeing. She was in plain sight of him.
Soon, she was selected and thrown before Leonard for his approval.
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She's rarely seen anyone look so ill tempered. It's not encouraging. But he doesn't feel... cruel in the Force, despite the sharp edges he radiates. It gives her some measure of stability. The other slaves are assigned rather quickly, a show of efficiency - and how often this has been done before. The small, thumb sized devices that control the bracelets on each of them are given over. And - something... the strangest something whispers out through the Force at her as her ownership changes hands, or maybe it's just the electric shock device but, it's something strange and strange enough that, for just a moment, she breaks her charade and, voice low and quiet under the overriding buzz of exchanges and shuffling feet, asks the man in front of her:
"Are you sure?"
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Leonard stared her down, all gruff and ornery as the day he stepped onto that goddamn shuttle with Jim.
"Very sure."
As soon as those words left his lips, there was an explosion nearby, knocking slave transmitters offline. Shouts came from everywhere and Jim, the pointy eared bastard, and Leonard were quickly guiding the slaves into transports to be taken up to the ship. More and more of Starfleet transports appeared in the sky as the attack continued from both sides.
Leonard got onto the medical shuttle with his "new slave" and a handful of the younger ones. Quickly, he tore off the damn disguise to reveal his Starfleet uniform.