Eenie, Meanie, Minee, and no mo'...

Posted on Mon Mar 18th, 2024 @ 12:33am by Lieutenant Betaras K'ner

Mission: Thunderdome
Location: secluded grove near the Grendaas Stronghold
Timeline: During Recon mission

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{ Quiet grove near a farm... }

K'ner sat quietly, practicing her demure persona. It was refreshing not having to affect the outward projection of confidence and strength her job normally required. Now, her job required quiet, a submissive posture, and deferring to 'her' alpha.

She had silently brought in water for the three captives, dipping a small scoop into the bucket and pouring it into their mouths since they were bound, barely looking up just enough to aim accurately... for the most part... getting the expected curses and threats. Once they'd had enough, she stepped back and sat with her head bowed.

Initially they'd attempted to order her to release them, to which she'd acted like she really wanted to, and almost did a couple of times, but she cast concerned looks over her shoulder in the direction Kevin, Trace, and Dana had left, so they got the idea that she was more afraid of her Dom/Alpha than of them.

They were far enough away from the road, the stronghold, and their own farms, that she wasn't worried about them yelling, and apparently they realized it too. They hadn't seen everyone, just the three that took their clothes and K'ner, but from their conversation they didn't think anyone was within earshot.

Besides the inevitable farm talk, K'ner didn't have to wait long before they were talking about the Grendaas as a whole, and Grendaas the man, ignoring the unimportant female. Apparently the nearest farmers were only accosted when the tithes came up short and they wanted more, so it was a catch-22. They were also more likely to loose their women to the soldier's whim, and the man himself seemed to keep a harem of his top picks. There was even some talk of a new acquisition that had recently been taking up a large part of his attention.

K'ner responded promptly and quietly to their orders for more water, and she acted like she wanted to go get them something to eat when it was demanded, but she repeated her side glance and kept her attention downward on the 113 blades of grass between her knees, along with the 17 pebbles, 247 ants, and two bugs she'd named F're and M'no that seemed to enjoy tactically capturing any ant that strayed from the trail of the others.

She could tell when the others returned, her hearing was certainly better than the farmers, and listened to the basic overview and general conversation. It wasn't long before Tracey came to order her away and 'take care of the prisoners.'

With slumped shoulders she headed back to their camp, ready for a break of her own and needing the walk to stretch out her muscles a bit. Barring an immediate briefing she'd planned a stealthy recon of the camp perimeter, just to satisfy her need to make sure the crew was safe in this area.


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Lt Betaras K'ner
Haz Team Combat Medic TL-A / Acting CMO
USS Chuck Norris