Page 47 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
The Srebats have never condoned rape.
Only a weakling stoops to take by force what a female won’t give willingly.
When you’re powerful, these lesser beings offer themselves freely—either for temporary protection, in exchange for favors, or simply because of the irresistible pull we exert on them.
Rape is beneath us.
The dungeon wing finally comes to an end.
The rock wall opens on the right, directly onto the wild sea, revealing a long, dark cave.
“The guards’ quarters are farther down, along with the technical areas and storage rooms,” Banny informs me.
“And this place here? What’s it used for?” I ask, pointing at the massive cavern we’re standing in.
“Nothing but fishing. The guards drop lines here and bring up whatever they catch to feed everyone. For things like fruits or vegetables, we have to import them from the neighboring planet. Nothing grows on this rock. We’re lucky we can even fish!”
“I’ve got plans for this area too. We’ll set up small bathing boxes. Slaves will still wash in the regular scrub station, but if they want access to these, they’ll have to trade favors. And obviously, we’ll rent them out to clients as well.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Lord Noviosk… but I have to mention—the Vagantu sea isn’t exactly friendly. Besides the fish, there are these carnivorous slug-like things, and supposedly a few terrifying sea monsters,” he adds, looking uneasy.
“Then figure something out for the slugs—that’s not my problem. As for your so-called monster, I’d love to see what it looks like,” I say, mocking him openly.
“I haven’t seen one myself,” he admits. “But some say they’re huge. Still… they don’t come too close to the island. Not enough depth, I think.”
“There you go—see what happens when you try. Problem solved. Now you’ve got two days to come up with a viable, profitable solution. We’ll have clients coming from the farthest corners of the galaxy to Vagantu.”
The task ahead is massive, no doubt.
But I will reshape this slave market to fit my vision.
This place has enormous potential.
Under my rule, Vagantu will thrive like never before.
12-Samantha
I don’t come to Gekkar Creek very often anymore. The town hasn’t been safe since a new kind of trafficking started about five years ago.
Ever since that cursed day—when my father’s shady dealings brought two thugs into our home—everything changed. Everything spun out of control. And it’s entirely my fault.
That was also the day I gave in to Ayden—the one and only time. I had dreamed of it so hard! And finally, it happened… like a miracle. But by morning, the dream had turned into heartbreak. He was gone, just like that. No note. No goodbye. He left me—and also abandoned his lifelong partner. All because of me. Logan never said anything directly, but I know he knows.
He stuck around for a few weeks, bringing a little structure and stability to Dad’s chaotic life. Together, we made some improvements to my Gekkari hut and my small prep lab—a wooden shed where I make my balms, potions, teas, and even a few edible jellies.
Logan helped expand and strengthen my little workspace. It gave him a chance to really get to know the Gekkaris, to see how they live and understand the unique bond I share with them.
A little while later, his new partner arrived—this sweet guy named Igor. That’s when I realized Ayden was now roaming the galaxy with Vlad, Igor’s old partner, and that I would probably never see him again.
And then they were gone.
I could have accepted Logan’s repeated offers to move to a larger, fully managed base like BN-22, where the Confederation has its HQ. But for what? I’d still be alone. At least here, among the Gekkaris, I have my routine. I have peace, familiarity. Comfort.
So, five years have passed.
But that awful day—when everything unraveled—I let slip a piece of information that seemed harmless… but it didn’t fall on deaf ears. My father immediately realized the profit he could make from a new kind of trade: a plant that induces deep relaxation and hallucinatory dreams. Because for him, everything is just an opportunity.
He used dirty tricks to find out what the plant was—even threatening my little Gooz’s life. Eventually, I gave in and vaguely described the yellow-flowered plant that grows to the northeast. I didn’t think he’d have the nerve to go find it.
