A Master/Slave Meme

[fishbox]

Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

Comments

[nextavenger]

[OOC: I should like to see what you come up with.]

let me know if there is anything you want to change

[pyriscence]

[The Empire ruled now, making it possible for the augments, and the others belonging to Imperial Starfleet to buy or own slaves. Khan really wasn't interested in that sort of thing. He disliked the concept of the Empire in general - it's propensity to genocide and public execution and propaganda for it. If The Empire was as good as they claimed, there would be no need for the advertisements. Of course the augment knew better than to say such things.

It's when they give the order that ceremonial agents had to be accompanied by slaves, that Khan reluctantly went to the markets to buy one, and selected one that had obviously had no prior master. He did not intend to be unkind, but he would punish if the slave was disobedient, and what few perhaps well-meaning buyers didn't know was that buying an abused slave with good intention would usually result in a disobedient slave. He does have his own rather sparsely decorated apartments, though it's clearly in the "officers" end of town. He doesn't follow the usual Empire protocol for instructions, other than ordering his slave to sit on the floor, and then providing his own rules of the house.]

What you hear is not to be repeated, and you are to obey any order I give you, even if it may seem against the law or against your loyalty to the Empire.
Your duties will include cleaning of the apartment, any additional decor, if you wish to bring to me for approval, the meals, and the after-dishes. In the interim, if you prove yourself trustworthy, you will be given minor security clearance for educational materials.

If you disobey, you'll wish you hadn't. Questions?

[nextavenger]

[He had never been very good at hiding his feelings, but he was getting better. He had looked around as he followed his master home, curious, and then a little relieved when he realized they were heading to his master's home.

Not repeating what he heard was simple enough, but the next part... James was a little curious and a little concerned about that.]

Yes. How should I address you.

[pyriscence]

Master or Sir, it's all very simple.

[He sounded a bit annoyed, but not severely enough to do anything about it. Khan was generally even-tempered.]

[nextavenger]

Yes sir.

[There was a pause, a faint hesitation.]

I don't have any other questions.

[pyriscence]

Off to work you go then, first begin with dinner, considering the time.
[Khan would put him to use so he wouldn't get in trouble. Boredom bred such things, and Khan supposed that's why he was bored with the Empire.]

[nextavenger]

[A brief nod from James, who is quickly on his feet again. The rooms were more empty than he expected them to be. It made the place feel very lonely.

Cooking alone would be a nice change of pace, he decided.]

...Is there anything specific you want me to make?

[pyriscence]

[Khan was sifting though his PADD.]

No. As long as it's edible, and something you'd find suitable to present to the Empress.
[He's making designs for new torpedoes, and hating quite a bit of it.]

[nextavenger]

Yes sir.

[James quickly retreated from his master's presence. He spends a little while going through everything in the kitchen, frowning into the various cabinets.

It's not long before he starts cooking, absently tapping a utensil against the counter whenever he's not immediately busy.]

[pyriscence]

[Khan was just shaking his head at that. Attempts at attention usually didn't phase him, and he was concentrating on his designs. Independent warp core, etc. Also hazardous for the ship to carry.]

[nextavenger]

[It wasn't too long before James returned from the kitchen.]

Dinner is ready, sir.

[pyriscence]

[He puts his PADD into a more secure mode.]
You may bring it in.

[He should ask his slave what he should call him, but that's not of any immediate consequence to him.]

[nextavenger]

[He nods again, and returns to the kitchen to bring back dinner. It's simple but well-prepared meat and vegetables.]

Will there be anything else?

[pyriscence]

Feed yourself.
[Khan set his PADD aside, and took the plate. More indifferent than anything. And it's simple but - that can be corrected later. He didn't like putting much effort into cooking either.]

Dismissed, then after you've eaten and cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, we'll need to find a place for you to sleep, probably one of the closets.