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Xinjia
© 2019 Walter Reimer
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Xinjia was, to the surprise of the original surveyors and colonists, astonishingly Earthlike. The first glimmerings of native life were ruthlessly stamped upon and safeguards put in place to block it from any attempt to contest Terran mastery over the planet. Its economy was part agricultural and part industrial.
The Kiss Me in the Dark was docked with a mooring buoy in a high orbit over the planet, with most of the crew at one of the orbital stations on liberty. Meredith, true to her word, had stayed behind but gave Christina her account code and a list of things to purchase for her. The bovine assured her that she’d get everything on the list, and dragooned Fuji into helping her carry the items.
Kwinton had tried hard to sound disappointed when she told him that she’d have to set aside her plans, but she could tell that he was pleased that she’d be staying on longer. She and the rest of the crew worked well together.
Still . . .
The palomino mare was standing her watch in the command center, reading the occasional maintenance report and cargo manifest as the freighter was reloaded. An ear flickered as a chime rang out, and she touched the ACCEPT pad on the intercom. “Command, d’Estcourt.”
The screen showed Christina’s image. “Hey, Merry.”
Meredith smiled widely. “Hi, Christy. How are you all doing downside?”
“Pretty good,” the cow replied with a grin. “Fuji’s complaining – he wants to go down to the planet – but we’ll be headed back up to the ship soon.” Her grin grew wider. “I have him carrying my stuff too, and – “ She glanced to one side, obviously listening to a voice outside of the intercom’s pickups “ – he’s saying he’s going to get you back for this.” She started laughing.
Meredith joined her in laughter. “I’m sure I can make it up to him.” The call ended, and she opened the game module that was running in the background on the main screen.
The ship wasn’t in flight, so she was taking advantage of the leisure time.
***
Tariano Nguyen’s back still burned.
His everything still burned.
The court-martial had been fairly quick; held in camera to prevent the infonets from getting wind of it, the three judges had found all four of them guilty. The trio of senior officers from their ship also laid down penalties, after consultation with the admiral commanding their cruiser division.
The two canines who had helped him catch and restrain the mare had opted to resign from the Fleet and return home. Their discharges were swiftly approved, and the conditions of their dismissal virtually guaranteed that they would never serve in the military again.
Farid, the squirrel who’d supplied the Warp, was spaced, and he and the two canines had been forced to watch as he was shoved into the airlock. The stallion heard the screams for months afterward.
He, on the other paw, wanted to show the officers that he was made of better material than his cohorts. Given the choice of leaving, or staying and accepting the penalty the tribunal had laid down, Tariano chose the penalty.
The stallion had been restrained spread-eagle and unclothed in the base auditorium in front of the crew of the ship he’d been stationed on, and whipped fifty times with the regulation Navy implement, a meter-long braided plasteel rod with a handle on one end. Somewhere around the twentieth lash, he’d stopped screaming because he’d lost his voice.
By the time the fiftieth drew a bleeding line across his back, he’d evacuated his bladder and bowels all over the floor.
He was given food and water after being taken from the restraints, but then placed face-down on a bed in the ship’s brig for ten days without medical attention for his wounds. This was to ensure that the scars inflicted by the whipping would stay with him. Morphosurgery to remove or conceal the scars was forbidden.
Tariano was then transported to Sol System’s major prison on the asteroid Geografos, and housed there among common criminals for the two hundred days his judges ordered him to serve. The stallion emerged from his imprisonment minus a tooth and with a few more scars gained in fighting with other inmates.
What followed hurt, in its own way, worse than the whipping.
“Lieutenant Tariano Nguyen,” his ship’s Executive Officer intoned, reading from his padd, “is demoted to the enlisted rank of petty officer in the third class, with loss of pay, and reassigned to planetary defense duties with the 58th Patrol Squadron based on Xinjia.”
The stallion had stood at rigid attention while the orders were read out, then saluted and walked away from the cougar.
He’d been on duty at the planetside sensor station as the Kiss Me in the Dark outphased from hyperspace, and when the personnel manifest had come on screen he had burned when he saw the name of that fucking mare.
It had taken all of his self-control to contain his anger, which only increased when Meredith hadn’t left the safety of her ship.
So, his revenge thwarted, Tariano Nguyen burned.
© 2019 Walter Reimer
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rabbi-tomXinjia was, to the surprise of the original surveyors and colonists, astonishingly Earthlike. The first glimmerings of native life were ruthlessly stamped upon and safeguards put in place to block it from any attempt to contest Terran mastery over the planet. Its economy was part agricultural and part industrial.
The Kiss Me in the Dark was docked with a mooring buoy in a high orbit over the planet, with most of the crew at one of the orbital stations on liberty. Meredith, true to her word, had stayed behind but gave Christina her account code and a list of things to purchase for her. The bovine assured her that she’d get everything on the list, and dragooned Fuji into helping her carry the items.
Kwinton had tried hard to sound disappointed when she told him that she’d have to set aside her plans, but she could tell that he was pleased that she’d be staying on longer. She and the rest of the crew worked well together.
Still . . .
The palomino mare was standing her watch in the command center, reading the occasional maintenance report and cargo manifest as the freighter was reloaded. An ear flickered as a chime rang out, and she touched the ACCEPT pad on the intercom. “Command, d’Estcourt.”
The screen showed Christina’s image. “Hey, Merry.”
Meredith smiled widely. “Hi, Christy. How are you all doing downside?”
“Pretty good,” the cow replied with a grin. “Fuji’s complaining – he wants to go down to the planet – but we’ll be headed back up to the ship soon.” Her grin grew wider. “I have him carrying my stuff too, and – “ She glanced to one side, obviously listening to a voice outside of the intercom’s pickups “ – he’s saying he’s going to get you back for this.” She started laughing.
Meredith joined her in laughter. “I’m sure I can make it up to him.” The call ended, and she opened the game module that was running in the background on the main screen.
The ship wasn’t in flight, so she was taking advantage of the leisure time.
***
Tariano Nguyen’s back still burned.
His everything still burned.
The court-martial had been fairly quick; held in camera to prevent the infonets from getting wind of it, the three judges had found all four of them guilty. The trio of senior officers from their ship also laid down penalties, after consultation with the admiral commanding their cruiser division.
The two canines who had helped him catch and restrain the mare had opted to resign from the Fleet and return home. Their discharges were swiftly approved, and the conditions of their dismissal virtually guaranteed that they would never serve in the military again.
Farid, the squirrel who’d supplied the Warp, was spaced, and he and the two canines had been forced to watch as he was shoved into the airlock. The stallion heard the screams for months afterward.
He, on the other paw, wanted to show the officers that he was made of better material than his cohorts. Given the choice of leaving, or staying and accepting the penalty the tribunal had laid down, Tariano chose the penalty.
The stallion had been restrained spread-eagle and unclothed in the base auditorium in front of the crew of the ship he’d been stationed on, and whipped fifty times with the regulation Navy implement, a meter-long braided plasteel rod with a handle on one end. Somewhere around the twentieth lash, he’d stopped screaming because he’d lost his voice.
By the time the fiftieth drew a bleeding line across his back, he’d evacuated his bladder and bowels all over the floor.
He was given food and water after being taken from the restraints, but then placed face-down on a bed in the ship’s brig for ten days without medical attention for his wounds. This was to ensure that the scars inflicted by the whipping would stay with him. Morphosurgery to remove or conceal the scars was forbidden.
Tariano was then transported to Sol System’s major prison on the asteroid Geografos, and housed there among common criminals for the two hundred days his judges ordered him to serve. The stallion emerged from his imprisonment minus a tooth and with a few more scars gained in fighting with other inmates.
What followed hurt, in its own way, worse than the whipping.
“Lieutenant Tariano Nguyen,” his ship’s Executive Officer intoned, reading from his padd, “is demoted to the enlisted rank of petty officer in the third class, with loss of pay, and reassigned to planetary defense duties with the 58th Patrol Squadron based on Xinjia.”
The stallion had stood at rigid attention while the orders were read out, then saluted and walked away from the cougar.
He’d been on duty at the planetside sensor station as the Kiss Me in the Dark outphased from hyperspace, and when the personnel manifest had come on screen he had burned when he saw the name of that fucking mare.
It had taken all of his self-control to contain his anger, which only increased when Meredith hadn’t left the safety of her ship.
So, his revenge thwarted, Tariano Nguyen burned.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 74 x 120px
File Size 40.8 kB
But he's still big and tough and clever, so there may very will be a little clique of troublemakers gathered 'round him. Meredith was very wise not to venture out onto a Core World station. She doesn't know how (or even if) he was punished, or how many buddies or extended family might want to help him get revenge.
"The stallion emerged from his imprisonment minus a tooth and with a few more scars gained in fighting with other inmates."
I can think where he some of those scars are located.
*Notes Farid's fate*
Yeah well, it's always the rank and file who get the harshest punishments and not the ones in charge who supplied the orders in the first place. *Tsks*
I can think where he some of those scars are located.
*Notes Farid's fate*
Yeah well, it's always the rank and file who get the harshest punishments and not the ones in charge who supplied the orders in the first place. *Tsks*
No, he's quite a big fellow, so I don't think anyone got under his tail.
And Farid was the same rank as Tariano and the two others (junior lieutenant). What got him tossed was the possession of a drug that carries an automatic death penalty for possessing.
I think the other two made the best decision.
And Farid was the same rank as Tariano and the two others (junior lieutenant). What got him tossed was the possession of a drug that carries an automatic death penalty for possessing.
I think the other two made the best decision.
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