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Plot
One Slave, One Master united by a common enemy from another planet. Will they survive?

Name: Sergio Mallister
Age: 16
Skills: Piloting planes, minor security hacking, male-prostitution, natural acrobatic, being rich
Biography: Sergio is heir to a business empire dominating the medical field with a sway in the criminal world, and a heavy hand in politics. Typical of men like his father Sergio was spoiled rotten and left to his own devices growing up. His "softness" was a disappointment to his father. Sergio's own troubled past aside he is surprisingly intelligent and innocent despite the people in his life. In the end though someone traded him in the flesh market, being the pretty boy that he is.
Description: Borne of a German father and Japanese-American mother. He has jet black hair from his mother, her almond shaped eyes and temperment. From his father he got his blue eyes...oh and as far as body modifications go: feline tail, enhanced smell/tastes for rich people food, enhanced night vision, and scales on his torso as a side-effect of his genetic tampering triggering a thankfully benign code in his DNA.

[Poggio]

Name: Jirazel Stigloni
Age: Unknown
Skills: Knows how to use a gun, a first aid kit and a credit card, a car. Can speak another language.
Biography: Jirazel was born a human. Through out the course of his life Jirazel made various choices that put him in curious positions, and now he has found himself on top. Most of his newly acquired wealth comes from military dealings, and the solicitation of information.
Description: Jirazel is tan to bronze colored in the sun, with thick brown hair most likely from a European linage. He is slightly above average height. His only medical modification is a side effect of his surgery. By splicing and replacing his spinal vertebrae to be similar to that of a feline, Jirazel is able to twist in different positions, as well as right himself in a fall to land on his feet. It has physically manifested itself in his eyes and makes him quite agile and flexible. Surrounding the diamond shaped pupil are Caribbean sea foam colored irises.


Behind dark shades, Jirazel walked through the isle of the market. His escort talked excitedly about breeds and genetics rubbing his hands greedily ready for the sale. He didn't have any particular use for a slave, though they had already bi-passed all of the ones that could do hard labor and were now drifting in the area that exuded a more primal, lustful smell. It was not unlike a brothel, though instead of renting he had enough currency to own. The faces amused him. They ranged from desperate to vengeful. They paused in front of one area in particular. The body inside was rumored to be of particular value not because of his tricks, but because of his linage. There was a story to be told and Jirazel knew an investment when he saw one. "The papers are all in order and your payment has already been processed." He was given the medical history of this particular boy as well as a small bio. He crouched down tot he steel bars. Peering inside it seemed the boy was just as unusual as rumor promised.

(Not sure when you want to start the revolt but he has already been paid for)

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Sergio sat in his sell feeling so many things it took a conscious effort to feel numb to all of it. He hadn't been in his "cage" more than a week he was sure. He told them who he was; they knew. He said he was still a virgin and they didn't seem to give a rat's ass about it. But Sergio knew better than that. The more expensive he could make himself the better. A whole week and the worst advances he had to suffer were a few frisky potential clients that didn't want to pay his price tag.

The young man felt eyes digging into his back. They didn't call him so he took the time to stretch and yawn. When he finally turned to the door of his cage he saw a handsome man with brown skin looking bemused or perhaps pleased. Sergio walked over slowly as he threw his button shirt on. The grace in each step looked calculated yet natural. It was subconsciously feline even without his bug tail swishing behind him. 'Might as well play my part properly' he thought Then he saw the man's eyes and for a moment he remembered his father. Nothing about this man really reminded him of his father but those eyes were like the ones taken he'd taken from Sergio. He never realized he father was so petty.

Sergio was used to lying but thanks to the new limb he had to make more conscious efforts to suppress any non-verbal clues. Most of all his tail would betray him. Ironically despite his animal of choice he never had a cat before. So he wasn't sure if there was any language behind his tail besides...

"So you're my...new owner?" he asked. His eyes stole a quick glance at a folder containing a stack of papers.

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He studied the boy, surprised that they dare charge him so much. A smile crossed his lips. Silently his index finger curled around his upper lip and he watched, what was on the boys stomach? Reaching out, he felt the boys belly understanding it to be scales. He mused how much they contradicted the tail that swished along. It certainly did not fit well with the Japanese look. He smiled at the other. "Do not ask me any questions... " He referred to his paper to find the boys name. "Mr Mallister." His hands traced along the belly until they were cupping the young face, studying the strangely slanted blue eyes. Jirazel let go and gave the boy some breathing space. "All questions will be answered in due time. But I would assume that some things are pretty obvious. " With that he backed away from the door to the cell. "let him out so I can inspect him fully" He said to the seller. The sound of keys filled the area as the guards readied to restrain the soon to be released slave.

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The scales seemed solid black but sometimes looked more like a deep purple with a sprinkle of silver in them. When the man ran his hand over his scales Sergio barely felt the hand there. It seemed like irony at first for him to have a cat's tail and a fish's scales. Only those scales turned out to be reptilian. So it was less ironic but more protective which honestly was preferable to perhaps needing to stay moist all time.

The young man registered the guard's readiness and without taking a moment to think he surged forward effortlessly. The men, having been prepared and experienced in a multitude of other attempts of escapees moved just as fast. With a cat's reflex Sergio came to skipped coming to a stop and flipped vertically above the first man to reach him. He sent a powerful kick that connected his head.

The first one was down, though Sergio hadn't the knowledge to assume how long. What he did have however was an eye on the stouter man adjusting mid charge for this turning of tables. He had no chance to predict what the young man did next though. Sergio, still in mid air and unable to change directions, whipped his tail around the man's neck. He held tightly as he could swinging beneath the man like a pendulum, through his legs, then kicking back to shove the stout man face first into the floor. The guard was winded and unable to recover with Sergio's tail constricting his airways.

Sergio was rather impressed with himself and, at least for the moment, didn't hate his tail as much as usual. Just as quickly as it began, it was over. The young man let go of the guards throat and relaxed on his back. Sergio could be foolish but he wasn't stupid either. There was no way he could actually escape. Besides that there was no where to run. While there wasn't any proof, he was confident his father was the one the sell him into the market.

"Do you like?" he wore that easy smile rich boys like him all seem to have. Sergio was coming down from his high though and hoped his little display would not back fire.

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was slowly rising. Silently he waited until the show boating was done and the boy had posed a question to him. Smiling he said nothing. Slowly, his steps found him flushed with the boy looking down into those Japanese eyes. He could tell that Sergio was beaming with pride. "Do I like?" He repeated. Quickly he reached out and snatched the cat tail away from the guards neck and clenched it tightly in his hand. "I did not ask you to speak, and I certainly did not tell you to demonstrate why I am not here to buy you." Inching up the side of his pocket, Jirazel pulled out a sharp black Micarta knife. "But thank you for showing me somethings about you Mr. Mallister" He twisted the knife in his hand debating how short to cut the boys tail. "Give me 3 reasons why I should let you keep your tail, and then give me three reasons why a combat is necessary in a sex slave."

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Sergio winced, whether it was from the pull of his tail or the prospect of it being cut wasn't in his thoughts right now. This man wanted obedience from him, and perhaps respect, but Sergio seriously doubted his master cared for a slave's respect. Still it was hard not to feel respect for the man.

Gulp. "A tail is a popular fetish, it's softness is a good pillow, and said texture is more fun in a tickle fight than a feather." he started getting more ideas but his master demanded only three. Sergio bit his lip as he demanded his brain to recall the second question.

"Combat is not the least bit necessary. But maybe useful for you depending on whom I'm...servicing. A rich man needs as many guards as he can trust and no one would suspect a sex slave to do more than be mildly inconvenient if they are even loyal. Likewise what client would expect pretty little me capable of harming them? And." he looked back down at the knife before returning his glace back to his master's face. "...hmm I'm afraid I can't think of a third for this one." 'Besides the fact I want to move up from what I am now.' Sergio wouldn't dare say that right now though. Would the reasons he gave be enough?

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He laughed listening to the reasons bubble forth from the youth. He waited until he came to a halt admitting that he did not have a 3rd reason. Such innocent and conviction in the face it only served to make him laugh harder. "Loyalty? You are a purchase? What did you mean Loyalty? How do I know you wont asphyxiate me?" Tightening his grip on the tail he pulled it taunt wondering where was the best place to cut it. "Answer me, if I bought you what reason do you have to be loyal to me? Especially when you do not know who I am." WIth that he took his eyes away from the tale and looked at the young boy directly. Life was not so easy, and he was not some spoiled rich person who merely wanted a whore. Nor did he want this boy to have cause to kill him.

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Sergio thought he would squirm as the grip on his tail tightened. It was the sheer malicious will within that man that made him uneasy though. 'Why is he making me prove myself?'

"I have no where go. Jesus's second coming would arrive sooner than my father would let me have any of his assets again. You want me obedient to you? You shall have that any way you please and I'm powerless to do more than rebel and die for it." he paused, subconscious pursing together his lips as he gauged what would happen if he was truly honest and bold enough. Sergio contemplated being more submissive but the idea of his life being nothing but fucking til he didn't make money anymore made him just too sick to think about.

"I want to be more than someone's boy toy. Like hell I'll be more than that for a while...but like I said I've no where to go. If eventually I earn my keep and you move me up I'll learn loyalty. If there's anything you need me to do to get there master please tell me." Sergio felt a deep self-hate. Reduced to a mouse begging a cat for crumbs. Might be the cat will give him one crumb, or maybe he will kill him slowly for sport.

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The boy failed to realize that outside the building he was not longer held to the standards of having so many guards around. It would be just the two of them. The words did not completely make him trust the lad. He pulled the tail taunt and trailed the knife across until it hit the curve of his back. He paused and laughed. "You poor child, you know nothing of the real world." He let the furry appendage drop. This time his hand found its way around the youthful face. Studying it for a moment he leaned in close, sniffing, before giving the lips an abrasive chase kiss. Drawing back he looked as though he had just been to a wine tasting. To soft to be what he claimed to be, too eager to prove himself. Jirazel couldn't help but be a little disappointed. "Well let me tell you something, showing off pretty boy will get you nothing but a quick grave." He said sternly, narrowing his eyes. "Loyalty and trust are not luxuries any more." His hand dropped after giving the face a firm squeeze. "I do not know where you want to move to, but you are going to have to earn it. "

Slowly he motioned for one of the guards. "Let's go..." As he gave the command the building seemed to shake with the force of an earth quake. Simultaneously many pairs of eyes peered from behind their steel bars. The owner of the market called out to someone and many of the guards scrambled into motion. Uncaring of the outside chaos, Jirazel motioned for his newest possession to follow him. The rumbles grew the closer they came to the exit. Shit, shit shit. Another loud crash, and a giant metal flaming object crashed through the roof. Many of the guards went to asses the damage, however in the buildings moment of weakness a lot of the slaves caught the opportunity.

Jirazel pulled the young boy close as they gained momentum into a run. Outside of the building more the attacks came, faster, brighter and deadlier. He needed to get to his car, get more weapons, figure out what was going on because it looked like an air raid from highly advanced ships. He turned to Sergio beckoning him to crouch by the metal. They were early. He did not have time to gather nearly enough slaves to sell to them. It seems they were simply going to eradicate the entire human race with out subjects to test on.

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"Yes, master" he bit out in pain. Truthfully he wanted to say more but whatever his new master was he preferred his slaves silent. Sergio was barely able to keep track of what happened next. The sound of explosions and screams fill the whole building up. One the screams must have been his as he was dragged and forced to sprint to keep up.

Obediently he crouched behind the metal wreckage. Sergio was no air craft affectionado but he did know one and he was sure that friend would've told him about that one bad ass of a ship hovering near by. His master was tense but still calm. Obviously thinking so Sergio didn't say a word. Now would be a good time to run off. There were plenty of other people running about...and most of them dying. Begrudgingly Sergio decided stay so he could live.

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The plan was falling to piece all around him. He wasn't suppose to have the kid, he was suppose to be on an escape pod with the Aliens. "Listen, one stop calling me Master. My name is Jirazel, two this was not suppose to happen." He felt slightly heroic some what spitting out cliched lines that he felt he heard in a movie. He looked at the young boy, at least he was keeping his composure? Or was that training of servitude. Unsure Jizrael slid his hands down to his weapon. "Look kid, the plans up in smoke and I have an under ground bunker that we can wait this out, but we have to get to it. There isn't going to be any money in this so if we survive you are free to go." He dared a look at the boy. "If we can get to a car, we can get to the underground. Now come on Sergio." He saw an opening to weave in between cars and he took it coming up to one that looked pretty fast but it was locked. Taking his dagger he smashed the window, praying it was a smart enough car that he did not need a key to steal it. He was in a little bit of luck as it turned it was, the bad news that it came with a loud alarm. Yanking the door free from its lock, he slid inside and started it up. "Come on kid if you want to live."

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He blinked once when the man's demeanor changed then blinked a second time when he, Jirazel, handed him a gun. Before Sergio could stupidly blink a third time Jirazel was bounding off towards a car. The young man followed behind at his heels as the words finally set in. 'Thank God that alarm turns off with the ignition'

Sergio was practically in the seat already before the man could finish his sentence. He leaning down in his seat and inspecting the hand gun. Unfortunately he never actually used one before Sergio bit his lip trying to recall times he saw one being used. A knife would have been more useful to him but then again not so useful while in a car.

Before they were away he had to know, "What exactly was your original plan with me? I actually thought you were buying me for servitude." Somehow that's what he really wanted to know. Not the fact someone was bombing the city hell, nor the fact Jirazel seemed to know it was coming. Those things Sergio was able to take completely in stride.

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He could not look at the boy and drive at the same time. "Are you aware that you are worth nearly 500-1 Million dollars based on the fact alone that any pharmaceutical company that gets their hands on you will have your fathers secrets? His genetic testing, his DNA, codes and anything he has done as an experiment on you?" Jirazel let the weight of his words set in before continuing. "None of that matters, The Axlton were willing to pay twice as much as any company."

He drove as fast as he could dodging other escaping cars that had grown aware of the imminent danger. "You see, we are like apes to them, genetically close enough for testing and seemingly beneath them enough that as a species our lives aren't worth more then a pet. They were going to pay me much more handsomely to use you as a test subject. It seems they changed their minds and opted for a take over instead." He kept to the side roads, hoping that every panicking city dweller thought the highway was a good idea. "My bunker is in the underground. We will be there shortly" He said making a drastic turn to avoid people trying to run.

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'That's it?' Sergio didn't believe him and found it harder to believe he was almost sold to...what aliens?

"You've got to be shitting me. THOSE are aliens?" he said point to one of the many aerocrafts in the sky. It was dubious that anyone other than Jirazel actually heard him but nonetheless a small craft appeared from behind a building directly behind.

"Uh...Jirazel check your rear-view mirror."

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He didn't have much time to scoff, before Sergio was pointing out something in his rear vision. Taking another turn this time he made the car dip dangerously into an abandoned street down the dark side of a building complex. "Yes those beings are Aliens, Steven Hawking was correct, and..." He didn't finish as they came to the end of the way through the buildings only to find more Aliens distracted on the other side. He pushed automatic as fast as it could go. It would be another block before they could reach the entrance to the underground.

Reaching into his pocket, he found his phone. He sent a text out and this time as one of the mysterious vessels attempted to attack, it was promptly shot out of the air. Jirazel smiled and spared a glance at Sergio. His smile some what dropped unsure what to do with the kid. "How old are you?" He asked taking yet another turn before going to the edge of the building and parking in its shadows. "And I have to know, how did you end up as a slave?"