Panem et Circenses [Closed]

[-The West Coast-]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

Her Eyes Gray walked slowly along the black sand beaches as the rowboats full of captive men, women and children - all different races - started to appear through the thick marine layer of the small, most uninhabited island. She had a most unusual request from a most unusual source. The businessmen request people, a lot of people.

Her contacts in San Carlos filled the order, bringing one-hundred and twenty-eight fresh niggers, whites and chinks all disrobed and dressed scantily in tanned deerskin and rough chains that were strapped tight enough to make the wearer unable to move left and right or be cut by the jagged, rusty chains.

She heard a distinctive hawk call and stared out at the emerging fleet of rowboats filled to the brim with the undesirables she'd arranged for travel. "White Elk can really pull his weight..." she said in awe as the boats began to drift onto the black beach and run aground as the pilots hopped out and dragged the boat up further onto the beach.

Towards a small platform with various tools of submission and torture. "Twin-Bears, take some women inside and fry them something nice please." The young man nodded in unspoken understanding and dragged several of the finest women up the slope of the beach and into a large wigwam. She smiled and thought about the delicious feast they would enjoy with the businessmen later in the day.

As they assembled in a single file line, the men were sent to another line, checked thoroughly - arms, legs, head, torso and under carriage - and then chained and locked into rusty metal and wooden stocks.

The women were chained by the wrist on a cross with their legs spread way past their shoulders in a painful tugging fashion. The children were tied by the hair with heavy rope and chains and staked into the quicksand beach near the men, in the center of the whole morbid display of human depravity.

"Perfect brothers, thank you. You can go inside and help prepare the feast, the buyers will be here soon." They didn't answer the squaw, but left the auction site and traveled up the small sand-dune and into the large cooking wigwam.

Her Eyes Gray walked up and down the different sections of the auction stage and did her own final inspection of the human cattle assembled, scared, crying and dazed by their extremely odd predicament. "It's a fine day to sell flesh!" she said with an eerie grin on her dark face.

[Unilisia]

The low buzzing of a helicopter sounded over the tree's lining the beach, whipping up sand the moment it passed above the auction house. It's occupants were focused on the lines of the indigenous awaiting their arrival, and the wealthy man in the middle smiled and wiped his teeth with his tongue as he glanced at them from the door window.

"Nearing the landing zone, sir." The pilot glanced over his shoulder, looking back at his boss, a stout Unilisian, a cane in his right hand and his other resting gently on his thigh, tapping his clawed fingers against the gray fabric of his suit.

"Then land, damn it." He grimaced at the pilot, who had anticipated such a rude look and had already begun the proper movement of the helicopter to land a little bit into the jungle, landing down in a clearing to mask the helicopter's presence. The two guards sitting on either side of their boss exited the helicopter first, awaiting him to step onto the soft mossy opening in the forest. After a quick walk, the three men approached the auction-house tentatively, either of the bodyguard's hands inside of their jackets and gripping the holsters of their automatic pistols.

The man stepped towards the one clothed woman and smiled, flashing his rows of fanged teeth to her.

"Her-Eyes-Gray, I presume ?" His arm stretched out for a handshake, as he looked down at her.

[-The West Coast-]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

"Háu friends. I'm glad you've arrived safely." She strained her eyes to look up at the extremely tall men in-front of her, she smiled politely as the businessman showed his animal-like teeth and she turned to show the men a better view of both the auction area and cooking wigwam. Several Apache warriors walked by, armed with clubs and dressed in deerskin. Behind them, several squaws worked on tanning leather and dried sinew.

"If you'd be so kind to follow me, I've prepared a feast of six white and chinese squaws, so that we can discuss business over a hearty meal." She walked by the sobbing people on the auction stage and up a small hill towards the buffalo skin door-flap of the long communal wigwam. "Please, sit and we can begin or meal." She pointed to a soft stretch of wolf hide draped on the floor and then moved and sat down at the head of the wigwam. She nodded to the other Apache in the wigwam and spoke loudly, looking up at the ceiling of the wigwam.

"We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone. We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye. Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children."

The other Apache spoke in unison with her and blessed their food and thanked the Great Spirit and Mother Earth for the wonderful feast in front of them. Her Eyes Gray took a knife fashioned from a buffalo femur and began to slice into the first cooked corpse as the others began to eat.

[Unilisia]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

"Háu friends. I'm glad you've arrived safely." She strained her eyes to look up at the extremely tall men in-front of her, she smiled politely as the businessman showed his animal-like teeth and she turned to show the men a better view of both the auction area and cooking wigwam. Several Apache warriors walked by, armed with clubs and dressed in deerskin. Behind them, several squaws worked on tanning leather and dried sinew.

"If you'd be so kind to follow me, I've prepared a feast of six white and chinese squaws, so that we can discuss business over a hearty meal."

She walked by the sobbing people on the auction stage and up a small hill towards the buffalo skin door-flap of the long communal wigwam. "Please, sit and we can begin or meal." She pointed to a soft stretch of wolf hide draped on the floor and then moved and sat down at the head of the wigwam. She nodded to the other Apache in the wigwam and spoke loudly, looking up at the ceiling of the wigwam.

"We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children."

The other Apache spoke in unison with her and blessed their food and thanked the Great Spirit and Mother Earth for the wonderful feast in front of them. Her Eyes Gray took a knife fashioned from a buffalo femur and began to slice into the first cooked corpse as the others began to eat.

The man silently sat down, his guards following suit on either side, and he watched the Indian woman slice open the roasted human with a subtle expression of happiness.

He didn't fill his plate yet, though. He waited for her to sit, and then looked down at her oncemore.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hevvet Letharsis, Secretary of Internal Affairs for the North Ostho-Finnish Military District of the Unilisian Directorate. Before I fill my stomach with the delectable flesh my species no longer enjoys, I believe we should get down to business."

[-The West Coast-]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

Her Eyes Gray put the excellently prepared meat back down and wiped her hands before nodding and acknowledging the large man's words. "Of course Mr. Letharsis, as a guest of the Western Plains Nation your wishes supersede the wishes of myself and my kin. We shall discuss business first, then indulge in the pleasurable treat in front of us."

[Unilisia]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

Her Eyes Gray put the excellently prepared meat back down and wiped her hands before nodding and acknowledging the large man's words.

"Of course Mr. Letharsis, as a guest of the Western Plains Nation your wishes supersede the wishes of myself and my kin. We shall discuss business first, then indulge in the pleasurable treat in front of us."

"What kind of import costs are these savages worth ?" Letharsis glanced towards the door for a second, then allowed his violet eyes to land back on hers.

[-The West Coast-]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

She nodded and spoke in Apache to the men around the feast and they quickly stood up from their crossed-legged position and exited through the flap and loitered several feet from the wigwam's entrance.

"Typically, we sell undesirables at the same amount as hogs, one-thousand-five-hundred-and-three in gold or silver, as your people's greenbacks have no worth on the Plains."

She adjusted her position on the animal skin and continued to speak.

"We buy women from the Comancheros for that price, but because we are selling to you, the Innaa, the Tribal Council demands a larger sum for different things. The price for each undesirable is ten-thousand-eight-hundred-and-fourteen. I hope this is an acceptable price, Mr. Letharsis."

[Unilisia]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

She nodded and spoke in Apache to the men around the feast and they quickly stood up from their crossed-legged position and exited through the flap and loitered several feet from the wigwam's entrance.

"Typically, we sell undesirables at the same amount as hogs, one-thousand-five-hundred-and-three in gold or silver, as your people's greenbacks have no worth on the Plains."

She adjusted her position on the animal skin and continued to speak.

"We buy women from the Comancheros for that price, but because we are selling to you, the Innaa, the Tribal Council demands a larger sum for different things. The price for each undesirable is ten-thousand-eight-hundred-and-fourteen. I hope this is an acceptable price, Mr. Letharsis."

"Allow me a taste, madame." In a single swift motion he reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a long thin knife carved of whale bone and jamming it into the pupil of a slave, the bone-shard cleaving through with the added force of the Unilisian's muscled arm and popping out the back of his skull with a tiny popping sound.

Letharsis yanked it back out, the slave falling to the ground, limp and deceased. The Unilisian's tongue wrapped around the blade like a snake, delicately sliding up its length to the tip without cutting itself, savoring the bitter taste of the red essence. He closed his lips and allowed the blood to soak onto his tongue, then swished it around like a fine wine before swallowing it.

"What are these persons called." He looked down at the bronze skinned male, who's blood pooled into the sand along the line of crying slaves.

[-The West Coast-]

ali ṣona-g, Judean Sea, 1861 (mod. cal. 2011)

Her Eyes Gray looked at the swift motion of the death of the white man in utter astonishment and admiration. She wasn't afraid of the man, but she knew he had power, and she continued to speak without hesitation. "That was a paleface. They are the most hated of all undesirables.

Many of The People died at their hands. His death gives me joy, the slave had Apache blood on his hands." She motioned over to the left wall of the wigwam, which if taken apart would be a window out to the ocean, showing the auction on stage.

"There are many people for sale. The Palefaces, the Little-Men and the Men-With-Black-Faces. They call themselves, whites, chinese and mexican. All are the same in my eyes, scum and undesirable trash, but they are all in perfect condition and health, do not worry about that."