FIC: The Slave's Tale (Valiant Tales)
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Title: The Slave's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of violence and sexual assault.
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: I was deliberately vague about where the narrator of this tale spent his childhood. Sadly, there are many places on Earth to choose from.
I was twelve when the raiders came. They killed most of my family, and made my little brother a soldier. My sisters-- I won't think about that. I became a slave. There were many of us. One cried. They cut his tongue out. Another ran. They killed him... eventually. I didn't cry, even during whippings.
I rejoiced when the Master's soldiers took everyone as slaves. They brought two of us to work in the laundry. We eat good food. Our overseer is strict, but he never beats us.
I hope the Master lives forever, so I never return to Earth.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of violence and sexual assault.
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: I was deliberately vague about where the narrator of this tale spent his childhood. Sadly, there are many places on Earth to choose from.
I was twelve when the raiders came. They killed most of my family, and made my little brother a soldier. My sisters-- I won't think about that. I became a slave. There were many of us. One cried. They cut his tongue out. Another ran. They killed him... eventually. I didn't cry, even during whippings.
I rejoiced when the Master's soldiers took everyone as slaves. They brought two of us to work in the laundry. We eat good food. Our overseer is strict, but he never beats us.
I hope the Master lives forever, so I never return to Earth.
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Date: 2009-03-01 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 02:06 am (UTC)In this case, yes. The Master is capable of equal horrors.
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Date: 2009-03-02 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 02:29 am (UTC)I must confess that's one of my personal favorites. Have you read the excellent double drabble that Golden Orange wrote as a followup?
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Date: 2009-03-02 01:36 am (UTC)That there? That is me being UTTERLY SPEECHLESS AND AWED
You = win
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Date: 2009-03-02 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 06:39 am (UTC)*speechless* (and trust me that does not happen often)
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Date: 2009-03-02 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 06:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 08:01 pm (UTC)Ummm... my turn to run out of language, so I'll just say "thank you".