General Gray's Story

Conference Room 1 - 0900 hrs

The Commander entered, saluting the advisors that had currently risen to salut his entry once he was standing at his chair. Him and his personal advisor, General Grey were the last to enter. They had a lot to discuss today. He wanted to bring up some points that he'd been thinking about for the last few weeks, things that would benefit him more than the system, though some of the things he was suggesting also benefitted the genetic perfection system that Joachim Bulheimer, his great, great, great, grand-father had created six generations ago.

"Everyone be seated." The Commander ordered, opening a file that his personal advisor had placed there. He looked up at the advisors present. Good, no one was missing except Robert Olsen who had been excused as it was his mating day. That was the only excusable reason. Anyone dared to be late, or heaven forbid miss a meeting would be as good as dead. The Commander didn't accept any of that among his top staff. "Right, I want the weekly reports for all sectors." He told them. He had the written reports in front of him, but he always liked to hear the reports verbally and give a change for his advisors to actually advise him - whether he listened or not was another story.

The Commander was wearing the same colours as everyone else. Olive. Various medals and stripes covered his breast and shoulder that he'd no doubt given himself.

"Today I also want to bring up a few things myself." This was very rare. Normally his advisors suggested ideas and improvements themselves to him, not the other way around. "It's to do with improving the slave system and our genetics. I want to discuss changing the law." The law hadn't being changed in years so it could come to a shock, especially with what he was about to suggest. "I think, higher ups, like us and soldiers with exceptional genetics need more than one mate. Multiple mates. We need to ensure that the good genes dominate the bad genes. The only way to do this is to multiply. Of course, we'll have to make a whole new living quarters." He spoke.

Most of the men looked shocked at the thought. Liam, advisor of the Secret Service system didn't however. He knew that the Commander played away having multiple women at multiple times. He was just looking for a way to justify things now. But if it meant more sex for them. More pleasure that was fine. Not like they looked after the kids anyway. That was the mate's job. He had no part in his kids lives. He didn't give a damn about them, just like soldier's shouldn't.

"Sounds like a fine idea." Liam commented. "I don't object. How will we make such a drastic change? Of course we have to vote this new system in first. And then we'll have to get the IT techs to change the computer formula. Of course, we can't do anything until we have the appropriate mating quarters set up."

The Commander nodded at Liam. "I will get to that. I still have more suggestions. We need efficiency too. Is it efficient for one woman to carry one baby for nine months, then wait two to three months for them to recover before trying to get them pregnant again? I think not. I suggest that where possible get women pregnant with twins, triplets, quadrulets where possible. IVF. Exceptional genetics. We need to make this system perfect. This is the way to do it."

"And my last point is that we need fresh genes. More variety. If people here keep mating then we're just going to end up mating brothers and sisters, cousins, similar genes. So I suggest implementing an import and export of children. Maybe 10 to 12 year olds. Both soldiers and slaves. We need more variety. More perfect genetics." He finished. The man really was crazy.

"The change won't be overnight, Commander." Liam was brave enough to point out. The men had been friends for over two decades. Since children as soldiers.

"I know that, Liam." He addressed the General by first name. "How is the Secret Service doing, anyway? Any more traitors or spies you are aware of?"

"I have some new leads but nothing concrete yet, Sir." Liam told him.

"And what about the rest of you? Anything else important that needs to be discussed here? Thoughts on my proposals? Are there any direct objections?" He asked.

"Provisions will have to be made to account for the division of care," Scarlett noted. She had already heard these proposals, been there when the Commander was musing over their specifics. She had raised some points then, but of course now had to formalise them by opening the discussion to the other advisors. It was moderately irritating - she was, of course, the advisor relating to the slaves. The others here lacked her expertise on this matter, and would doubtless only muddy these changes with unnecessary additions or concerns. "All the genetic quality in the world will not produce a good soldier if their upbringing is poor, which it will be if each mate receives many children and the fathers are not involved in their care. We should draft slaves of lesser genetic quality or those that have been castrated to aid the mates in these new arrangements with caring for their children." She went on. "There is little loss in pulling them from the pool of potential mates due to their poor genetics, and we will produce more reliably valuable children if they receive adequate nurture."

The steely woman steepled her fingers. "As for the proposal for importing and exporting children, I support it wholeheartedly. To my knowledge the computing teams have been struggling with ensuring their algorithms prevent inbreeding. This will solve that problem neatly."

The General glanced across to the Commander. "That is all I have to add at this time, Commander. If I may, I would like to personally oversee the mating assignments in the Auditorium. I have discussed my report with you already. Unless there is anything more you require of me..?"

Booted feet sounded loudly on the steps up to the stage, and collectively many of the slaves in the room skipped a breath as a blonde uniformed figure strode across towards the other officers who were overseeing the assignment process. General Gray, the hated and feared advisor to the base's Commander on matters concerning the slaves, took up a position at the back, her steely gaze sweeping across the room.

In one hand she gripped a small rod that was reminiscent of a cattle-prod - and used for much the same purpose - a device that's painful sting would be familiar to many in the room.

As soldiers and girls were led onto the stage, the General watched without any noticeable display of emotion. She would see to it that the slaves did not step out of line, but for the moment all that was required was observation. The cold woman noted the smirk on number six's face as she moved forwards. An unbroken spirit, it seemed. Perhaps she would speak to the girl's new mate later, to see about that.

In truth, Anina was terrified when they had called her number. She hated the fact that she was born woman but hid it well behind a blank face. She refused to give these people a reason to annoy her so soon.

The people decided to put something inside her skull just behind her ear like a dog and then let her free. Even though she knew she wasn't free. She still had a mate who would be in charge of bossing her around and forcing her to do things she would more than likely refuse to do out of pride.

She was put back in line and then a girl with the number 6 was called. She was already starting to rebel... That much was obvious.
Didn't she have any sort of pride?

Sofia watched the process with a look of cold indifference.
It was almost amusing to see the differences in the women on stage, her hands tightened within each others grasp behind her back as General Gray strode across the floor.
She was a witch, that woman, and you could tell by the fact that many of the slaves inhaled as she walked by, as if afraid to breathe on her.

Sophia very nearly sighed in exasperation as number six stepped forward, the cocky grin on her face just spelt pain for her. Why couldn't they at least pretend to be frightened and willing to behave? She smirked as she heard a collective facepalm at the number sixes voice.

The young man stood silently,watching the mating call go on until finally,his name was called. He was of age and had 'perfect genetics', So he was expected to take a mate. Of course by now people already knew what kind of mate he'd be,his reputation for heartlessness and brutality were far known. He barely looked at his assigned mate as he took to the stage to collect her,turning in a uniform fashion and walking off to out-processing without so much as a glimpse over his shoulder. He waited almost patiently as the paper work was filled in,filed and the chip was placed. Tapping his foot by the end as if he had more important thing's to do. The out-processing workers looked nervous as his tapping increased,hurrying up the process so that it finished as fast as possible. Kaelen scoffed and walked off,expecting his mate to follow him to their quarters.

Once they arrived they would see quarters that were above the average soldiers,rewards and equipment gained from work in the Technology Branch and eventually the Secret Service. He had designed it to have it's own personal flair,rather then the uniform look of other soldiers rooms,albeit it was obviously a man's home and not a family place and so he already knew just were to sit to be comfortable. Now that he was comfortable he kicked off his boot's and waited for the door to close,a sign he could speak freely.

"So.....You're my mate then?,Any opinion's on me?,Objections,thing's I could approve? I apologize for the rather large stick shoved in my rear but you know how soldiers are. I have a reputation to uphold if you're going to be safe and happy here. We don't even have to mate if you don't want to,I have a few strings I can yank at I think ,so,it's all up to you." He said rather bluntly,his cold demeanor suddenly wiped from his body and replaced with a rather relaxed and accommodating man,it was almost as if he'd traded places with another person. Kaelen leaned back in his chair and smiled kindly,something he rarely practiced.

Conference Room 1 - 0900 - 1000 hrs

The Commander let General Grey be dismissed. He knew what she had to say on all matters and it didn't matter. Well, it did, but if his mind was set no matter what she said he'd go ahead and do it. But she did bring up some valid points - ones that he was willing to listen to, this time.

Once she had left he continued to discuss things with his advisors for a moment before dismissing them - everyone but Liam. Mainly because him and Liam would walk back to their homes together. While Liam's home was not as magnificent as the Commanders, it was still better than most. The Commander had pulled strings in favour of Liam. The two men were close. Liam was one of his most loyal men. The Commander knew he could count on him.

"So, how are your men doing? Have they found anyone else yet in on the escape plan. We've lost three soldiers, one of them with a mate this last quarter. It's not good. I don't want it happening again. I want them caught. Who is planning this? Where are they escaping?"

"I have people infiltrating everywhere around here but a lot of people are remaining tight lipped and acting like loyalists to you. I have a few names that I'm looking into though." Liam answered.

The men got up and walked out, still discussing things as they left the conference room and headed back to quarters for the rest of the day. They needed to check that everything was in order in their home. Especially keeping their mates in line. And they had to make sure their children - the ones older than three for Liam, were being tutored. When they were that high up they could afford to get in teachers to tutor the children rather than send them to a packed school. They needed to learn things before they were drafted into the military or slavery. Either way, The Commander only focused on the boys. The girls were slaves in his mind.

"I'll see you later on this afternoon, Liam. At sixteen hundred hours to discuss Secret Service tactics."

"Yes, sir." Liam answered.

Then the men split ways.

Living Quarters - The Commander

By the time he got himself back to his mansion he was tired. He'd had three phone calls about different matters and another meeting after lunch. He could hear his children laughing. One more year and the older two would start lessons. He only paid attention to his boys though. Issac and Matthew. He'd be here for a few minutes. He wanted to get cosy with another girl, relieve some of the stress. But it was about time he started getting his mate pregnant again. That's if he were to keep her.

"Bitch! What are you up to? Why does this place still look like a shithole?" The Commander bellowed.

It was unacceptable. He ought to teach her a lesson again. But he was low on time. He wanted to make time for his latest woman. He'd gotten her information from the latest round of mating sessions in the auditorium.

"And what are the kids doing. Issac and Matthew. I want them here. I need to start instilling the lessons they need to learn now. Two is a good enough age to start. I think I might get them started on tutoring a year early."

Living Quarters

He came home to see the girls cleaning. And even a couple of the boys. He didn't care much for his kids but what he did care about was seeing the boys clean. That was unacceptable. "Stop fucking cleaning boys. You don't do that. That is the woman's job. Your mate's job. The girl's jobs. Go and do your studies boys. The girls are all heading to slavery. You will not be. You will be going into the military. You will be soldiers." He ordered.

With that he moved to find his pathetic mate Sara. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, getting the boys cleaning. They need to be studying - making sure they get their asses into that military. I do not produce slave boys. Girls are slaves. Not my boys." He growled.

"And I see that one still hasn't popped out yet. Have you been told if it's a boy or girl. It better be another fucking boy."

Auditorium 0900 hrs

Emmett kept a good grip on his newly acquired mate. He felt awkward about this. It was his first mate and he didn't feel entirely comfortable with it all but he knew what he had to do. He had to get her into his home and avoid any contact with others. Act cold and calculating outside. Inside relax. That was it.

"I'd shut your mouth if I were you." Emmett warned in a hushed tone.

It may have sounded like he'd be threatening to do something, but in reality it was to try and stop her for getting into trouble. He saw General Grey look their way as they moved to the back room to be processed. That wasn't good. Even as a soldier he knew what she was like with the slaves. She was vile. She was someone to be feared despite being a woman.

"Just be quiet and move." Emmett muttered quietly.

Emma heard her mate enter the quarters, and the slight gleam that had been in her eyes when being with her children had vanished wholesomely. She heard as he complained about how messy the place supposedly was, even when it was spotless. Emma looked up to him with anything but emotion on her face, making herself look a like some kind of android. "I'm sorry, Commander. The boys are playing, I shall go fetch them for you." Her voice was cold and empty, so opposite to her true personality. Of course, the Commander knew nothing of who she really was.

To him she was just a piece of trash that can easily be recycled. Just like every other woman. Emma turned and swiftly made her way over to her two boys, took them both by the hands gently and lead them back over to their father. She then released them and went back to cleaning; having not said a single word nor made a single noise. Emma was sick of the Commander, and if it weren't for her children she'd wish solely for a new mate - a better one. But, of course, she'd have no say. After all, she was just a slave.



Sara's eyes widened in panic as her mate entered, but cleverly hid it from her expression entirely. "They wanted to help, it was nice to see the tiny bit of kindness humanity has left." She stated blankly, she then picked up her scrubber and took it to the sink to be rinsed. Whilst she did this, the boys dropped all their cleaning utensils and walked over to their father with fear clear in their eyes. "Father." They all greeted in sync, causing a small smile to appear on Sara's face. Luckily, she was faced completely away from General Gray so it would have been impossible for him to notice it. She soon let the smile drop, and replaced it with her mask of nothingness once again.

((OOC: Sorry their a bit short, just wanted to add in their reactions!:P))

Sam sighed,
"I think that may be impossible."
As she followed him into the backroom, she glanced back, and noticed General Gray starring them down.
"Bastard,"
She muttered under her breath...

Sam had winced when she got the chip installed, and nearly punched the man who had done the honors. Soon enough, her and 'Emmett' had gotten to the living quarters.