"Captain, we are nearing the solar system," a voice spoke from behind the commander.
"Have the Motherland's coordinates been determined?" the commander asked without even the slightest change in position or facial expression.
The stern-faced commander wore a deep blue overall jacket that uniquely contrasted with his light blue skin.
The jacket was plated with a shiny metal alloy that covered delicate areas of his body like his chest and abdomen.
On the jacket, what looked like small badges or laurels could be seen all over the shoulder and upper arm.
"Good, our target is in plain sight," the commander said, now turning to face the officer who had conveyed the message.
"Activate stealth mode," he ordered.
The officer immediately turned and announced through the microphone he was wearing on his wrist.
"Activate stealth mode!!!!!!"
Soon the message could be heard echoing throughout the length of the spacecraft they were in.
The commander swiftly walked past the officer and through the door of the empty space window room he had been standing in and entered a much larger room.
One that had a few other officers in it.
All the officers immediately stood straight and then bowed their heads in unison.
He dismissed them with a wave of his hand and they all immediately went back to their stations in the navigation room and continued what they had been doing before he stepped in.
From his charisma and their comportment, one could tell that he was someone who was very feared and respected.
He stepped into a ring at the center of the navigation room and drone broadcasters immediately emerged from the ground and began to hover around him.
Moments later, a virtual construct of him was being broadcast across every corner of the extremely large ship.
"Warriors of the Wang clan, masters and slaves alike, hear me!!!!" He cried once the broadcast was up.
"In a few moments, we will be upon the colony of the Rae clan. A colony called Earth."
"But it isn't just a colony we will be laying waste to," he continued to speak after a brief, intentional pause.
"Before we set out for this journey, we received anonymous top secret information that the head of the Rae clan himself would soon arrive at the colony," he added.
His words immediately caused a wave of murmur and side conversations to ripple through the ship.
"Listen!!" He cried and the uproar soon died down faster than it started.
"We have about 300 Sentient Masters and over a thousand slaves aboard this ship."
"That is clearly more than we need to take out any Sentient colony," he said, pausing to take a glance around at the officers who were in the same room as him.
They seemed to be busy with their tasks but it was clearly obvious that they could hear loud and clear.
"However our goal at this moment is not merely to usurp a colony from under a Sentient clan."
The ship erupted once more, but the commander did not stop talking.
"We are here to take the life of a Sentient clan leader," he said.
The uproar immediately died down voluntarily. His words must have been very shocking.
"We are here to put an end to the Rae Clan for good."
The silence lingered.
And then like a domino effect, an uproar, which started small and segregated, soon erupted about the whole ship.
"The Rae clan won't know what hit them," Commander Gravich said the moment he stepped off the ring.
(Someplace else)
Don was having another nightmare.
It was always like that when he slept, but nowadays, it only seemed to get more vivid and worse.
"Don," a voice called out from deep within his sleep.
So deep it had no effect, then it called again, louder.
"Don."
"Don."
"Master."
Don finally jolted out of his sleep to see a confused and perplexed Hermione hovering over him.
She was still naked with her blindfold and duvet being the only things covering up her mouth and breast respectively.
Her right hand was on her mouth, as if she had been surprised by the words that had just come out of it.
"Did I just call you that?" She asked once his eyes were finally opened.
"Uhhh," Don murmured, sleep still clouding his eyes.
It took him a moment to understand what had happened and what was going on.
"It's the slave bond at work, it gives you the urge to call me master."
She only became more confused.
"Don't try to fight it. With time you will start to enjoy it," he said as he got off the bed.
He picked up his trousers from the floor and proceeded to put them back on.
He glanced behind him to notice she was still trying to piece everything that was going on together.
He decided to give her a moment to come to terms with her new reality.
"So the sex was the trigger?" she asked as she tried to unravel everything.
"Yes, and as your master I command you not to ever speak of that again. No one else can know," he replied.
He believed his secret of Enslavement required protection. Even Lilith and Jamil didn't know about it. Hermione had just been the smart one.
"I also have a few questions for you," he said, now facing her.
"Why did you let this happen despite knowing the consequences?" He asked.
"I saw... something beyond that moment. It just felt right... It felt safe," she answered like the words were completely strange and incomprehensible even to her.
"Does that mean you had a choice? Does that mean your visions are not written in stone?" he asked, confused.
"Yes, I can only see probable futures. The more vivid they are the greater the chance of coming to pass," she replied.
A frown immediately appeared on her face.
That was her most guarded secret.
Why had she blurted it out like that?
Was this all because of what he said? The slave bond.
Don however had something else on his mind.
Hermione's confession completely contradicted the reason he had sought her out in the first place.
He wanted a seer. Someone who could tell him what the future held, wherever and whenever he wanted.
If the future she saw was just a probability in a thousand, what was her use to him anyway?
He stared at her, disgust completely written all over his face. The blindfold she had on only made his stomach turn more.
"What is the point of the blindfold anyway, are you even really blind?" he asked in a hoarse tone.
"I am, and the blindfold has always been there," she said, still marvelling at the words that came out of her mouth.
"It just feels right," tugging gently at the blindfold.
He opened his mouth to order her to take it off but then stopped.
He didn't see any point in doing that, besides he could get it off whenever he wanted.
Don however felt he had more pressing matters to deal with.
Suddenly the system message popped up.
{ Low class slave acquired }
{ Name: Hermione Davis }
{ Tier: Level 2 }
{ Ability: Probable Future Prediction }
He wasn't so psyched about the message. Then, another message popped up.
{ 3/10 Slaves Acquired }
{ Reward: 550 / 1000 Level Points }
He still wondered what would happen when he reached a thousand points or when he acquired ten slaves.
{ New skill unlocked: Fatal Seduction }
{ Designation: Seduce opposite sex through eye contact }
{ Duration.... }
He didn't pay any attention to the rest of the message.
"I guess it isn't ruined after all," he said as he flashed a smile at Hermione.