The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Mercurial on 06-01-2011, 08:32:52</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 08:32:52</strong>
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				Captain Brian Reynolds rode up the lift aboard the battle cruiser <em>T.S.N. Invictus</em>, glad to be out of his vacuum suit, and into a proper uniform. The suits were worn for battles, and while they would keep you alive, they were unpleasant, hot and difficult to move in.<br><br>But it had been worth it. Aboard his own ship, the light missile cruiser <em>T.S.N. Deerhound</em>, his crew had claimed three kills, all of them system patrol vessels. A victory to be sure, and even if it didn't result in a commendation, it would do his career wonders. Get him onto a bigger, more powerful vessel, and headed toward the ranks of the Admiralty. After his ship led the way in, the rest of the operation had been a cake-walk, the trade and fueling station being used by their enemies as a staging post near the frontier destroyed, what survivors there were picked up from their lifeboats and stored in the cargo bay of the <em>Invictus</em>, waiting transport to some detention world to wait out the war.<br><br>None of his concern. The fleet was supposed to be heading deeper into enemy territory, and he was eager to hear of his role in it. That was why, he suspected, the Admiral had summoned him to his quarters. Knocking politely on the door once he arrived, he entered, saluting smartly.<br><br>"You asked to see me Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:38:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Much to Reynold's surprise, the Admiral was not alone. A woman was sitting at his feet, chained to the table.&nbsp; She looked pale and frightened, a fine tremble ran through her body. The Admiral seemed unaware of this, totally ignoring the woman as he casually flipped through the file on the table. "Captain. Please have a seat." He indicated the chair opposite himself. "I'd like to start by congratulating you on your victory. Quite a show you put on today." He cleared his throat and ran a thick-fingered hand through the sparse hair on his scalp. <br><br>The woman seemed to be looking at Reynolds as a new threat. Although still trembling, she set her mouth into a defiant line. </span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx116/fauxgateau/Characters/2q9hy6x.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 19:26:30</strong>
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				Captain Reynold's gives the woman a glance, his expression curious, almost concerned, as her frightened expression, and the chains. But his attention is pulled back to the Admiral, and he sits obediently, settling in the chair.<br><br>He nods at the praise, a simple, almost humble statement. "Thank you Sir. The <em>Deerhound</em> is a marvelous ship, and a fine crew." He paused for a moment, not wanting to press his luck too much. "May I ask what it is you wanted to see me about? We did take some damage in the fight, and I'm eager to get back and ensure repairs are underway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 05:31:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The admiral lit up a cigar and leaned back casually in his seat. He sucked hard, blowing out several thick rings into the air before exhaling. "You know, Reynolds. They don't make these anymore. This is an antique cigar. In fact, there's only one company in existence that still manufactures cigars. And this isn't one of them. No, no. This cigar was given to me by my superior almost a year ago to celebrate the victory on Raza. And now, I'm going to give a gift to you. Your performance today is exactly the kind of thing I've come to expect from you Reynolds, and as a token of the Alliance's appreciation - and my own personal appreciation. This," He gestured towards the woman on the floor, "Like my cigar, is as of today also a rare commodity. The spoils of today's efforts, a rare surviving treasure of the colony. Which now belongs to you, as proof of your past successes and encouraged determination towards your future ones. Do us proud, Reynolds."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 23:19:27</strong>
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				The young captain raised a single eyebrow, looking down at the woman. Ah. So that's why she was here - and both naked and chained. Slavery wasn't, strictly speaking, legal, but he knew there were ways around it. The woman was in all likelihood classified as a prisoner of war - one who just so happened to be assigned directly to his supervision, and who was just as likely to already have her paperwork "lost". It was rare, but when he had been in the academy one of his instructors had had just such a plaything.<br><br>He nodded stiffly.<br><br>"Thank you Admiral. With your permission?"<br><br>He took the girl's chain, standing, and saluted, gently tugging on the girl's lead. "Come." On the shuttle back, she's largely ignored, though gawked at by the two marines, one male and one female, accompanying them. He does however message his First Officer once they are onboard his ship.<br><br>"When I return, I will be in my cabin for awhile. See that the ship is made ready."<br><br>Leading the girl to his small but well furnished cabin, he motions for her to sit, not bothering with the chain. "Your name girl."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 00:31:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The woman scowled at him and spit at his feet. Her face was set in lines of defiance, her hair in disarray to frame it. She smelled like something sweet and tropical mixed with dirt and the thick stench of his higher up's cigars. She was trembling slightly, but he couldn't be sure if it was fear, intense anger, indignation, or cold. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 09:45:23</strong>
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				The naval officer frowned, taking less than an inch step back.<br><br>"That, little one, is the last time you attempt that. Now, your name, while I am still in a generous mood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 09:16:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She tried so hard not to see all of the things that she had already seen today. The horrors, the blood. She tried to just see the man in front of her, the floor, the walls. She tried to stay in the moment, but she didn't really want to be there either. She picked one thing in the room, one thing to study, to focus on - to put all of her concentration and attention on. She ignored him with every molecule of her being. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:29:36</strong>
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				He frowns as he is ignored, motioning the two marine guards to wait outside the door to the passenger compartment. A hard expression on his face, he wraps a handful of her hair up in his fist, jerking her too him.<br><br>"You're a prisoner girl. And unlike the Admiral, I don't have time to indulge in games with you. So either you start cooperating, or I hand you over to my men. After all, it was their victory, it should be their reward. And I don't think they'll much care if you're ignoring them once they strap you over an engine cell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warlord (Mercurial and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:02:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Alliance pig!" She accused hotly, her words heavily accented by her native language. </span>
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