Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn

During their passion, Alanah explained the events that had led them to the Academy. Justice thinks that Westminster and his slaving partners are in cahoots with the Tarot, sending them human slaves.

That makes sense, Daniel stated. When I was first captured, they locked me in a dungeon. They said that they had certain clients who coveted human slaves. They said they hadn't heard back from them soon enough, so I got lumped in with the rest. If it was Aryess, it would make sense why she would be laying low.

Alanah continued to ride him, as they worked through the rest of the plan. Daniel read her memory of the secret passage out through Westminster's office. This would give them a straight shot to the TARDIS. Alanah would return to Justice and stall Westminster until the alarms sounded. Daniel would instigate the slaves as he had been practicing, and he and Groon would lead them to the office.

Can you trust him? Alanah wondered. He seems kind of gruff. Groon was choking one of the slaves violently as he pushed his hard cock into her.

Well, he is an angry, murder-loving asshole, Daniel admitted. But he's all I've got.

It had been weeks since Daniel and Groon had transferred to Yellow Sector. Once, his handler's mind had been a steel trap, but when he was partaking in the spoils of the slaves, his mind was open to Daniel. He had worked tirelessly to form a bond between them, and at last this was the key. He learned from Groon's mind that he was a slave as well. All the individuals in this facility were owned by Westminster, even Melissa Trapp. Daniel had discovered through her mind that White Sector was the working class sector. The guards, liaisons, testers- all slaves. Groon had been part of a mercenary army that had been hired to strike at Westminster's forces by a competitor. When his team had been defeated, Westminster kept them for his own security force. Many of the other guards had been Groon's men. They would follow him when the time came.

Soon, Daniel approached climax. Their plan was secured, and they embraced passionately as he emptied himself into Alanah's loving body. They kissed several more times before she stood to compose herself. She nodded and thanked him.

"My mistress will be most pleased with your abilities. I will report back to her. I wish you well on your journey. You will be departing within the hour," Alanah explained.

Daniel nodded, and thought, I love you.

Alanah smiled and nodded, before leaving.

Daniel watched her go, before turning his attention to Groon. He was finally unloading the last drops of cum into one of his loving admirers. He waited until Groon pushed her off of him, before he spoke.

"Hey, Groon!" Daniel waved him over.

Groon grabbed a little, dark-skinned woman and dragged her over with him. "What is it, Daniel. I'm busy."

"We need to talk, man-to-man for a minute. Can you put that girl away?"

Groon stared at him, and his nostrils flared.

"Honey, can you leave us for a minute. Groon and I need to have a chat. But I want you to wait very patiently for him, okay?" The girl nodded excitedly and ran off.

"What do you want?"

"I have some bad news. Someone is buying all the slaves from Yellow Sector today."

"What?" Groon exploded.

"Just wait. There's a lot more. I haven't been honest with you Groon. I want to tell you everything, but we're being watched."

Groon looked around suspiciously.

"Do your men still fight for you?" Daniel asked slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know what that bitch, Trapp, has told you, but-,"

"Do they still fight for you?" Daniel interrupted.

Groon took a moment, before nodding silently.

"Good. Very shortly we will have need for them. Is there a way you can reach them all? Will they know if the time comes?"

"They'll know. We've been waiting for a long time."

"I bet you have Groon. Your loyalty is without question. There are wheels in motion. I'll give you the signal." Daniel stood up to depart. Groon sat solemnly for a few minutes before following him.

Daniel got dressed and sat quietly on his bed. He closed his eyes and began to focus. He had left subconscious instructions to slaves all over campus, including the guards and liaisons. The plan was in place, now it was just a matter of activating it. None of them were aware of what was happening. The ideas had been placed deep in their minds by their new master, but when the time came, Daniel knew that they would all be ready. The final piece of it had been given to him by Alanah. Now they had an escape route. Daniel concentrated, gathering them all to him. Groon watched curiously as he dressed himself.

"Praying before battle, human? I never took you for the religious type," Groon asked.

"Not exactly. There is an exit in Yellow Sector. That's where everything is converging. You will stay with me. I have a promise to keep. Ready?"

"For what?" Groon asked.

Now! Daniel ordered.

Groon felt it hit him like a punch to the brain. Suddenly, years' worth of bitterness and resentment flooded through him. He had idly watched as entire races of people had been degraded and abused for profit. He had once been a powerful warrior, an honorable soldier. Now he saw himself as a puppet. As guilty as the profiteer who owned him. Groon saw Daniel's plan of escape unfold across his psyche. He found that he was already prepared with tactics of a concentrated war effort in a split second.

"For that." Daniel smiled. "Let's go!"

***

Justice was running out of time. Her stalling tactics left much to be desired. Westminster was growing impatient. Suddenly, an alarm sounded from a far off corner of the facility. Lord Westminster's face froze in panic as he reached for his phone. Justice took hold of the phone and tore it from the desk. Westminster stared at her in disgust and understanding.

"You did this!" Westminster exclaimed.

Justice's hand found his throat with blinding speed. "And what have you done, Lord Westminster?" His eyes bulged as his trachea began to crunch beneath her fist. She caught herself losing touch, and dropped him onto his desk. "We are here to relieve you of the burdens that lay on your soul," she explained.

"Who are you people?"

"I am the Arbiter. I have come to sentence you for your crimes."

***

A roar of shouting and violence could be heard coming from every sector of the facility. Guards fought to keep peace, but found themselves struggling with their own directives as Daniel's message began taking hold. Soon, groups of slaves, led by their own captors, began making a push to Yellow Sector.

Daniel and Groon approached Melissa Trapp's office. The door was locked. Daniel went to knock, but instead gestured for Groon to take over. With a single, brutal stomp, the door flew from its hinges. Ms. Trapp screeched from behind her desk.

"Melissa, it's me. We're getting out of here," Daniel called.

Trapp peeked over the top of the desk and a sense of understanding settled in. "Oh my god! Who are you? How are you doing this?"

"There will be time for that later. You know what you have to do, right?" Daniel asked.

"Yes. I think I've already been doing it?" Ms. Trapp was finally beginning to understand the extent of Daniel's true abilities.

"Good. Keep stalling. We'll be back shortly. Come on Groon."

Weeks ago, Daniel began the most invasive form of his mind control, yet. He had been controlling Melissa while she had worked. Messages had gone out to all of Westminster's largest clients. Through Melissa Trapp, Daniel had informed them of an outbreak of disease at the Academy. He warned them of its lethality and contagiousness. All slaves were ordered to be returned to the Academy for testing and sterilization. Their clients would be compensated generously for any slaves that tested positive. At that moment, hundreds of starships orbited the planet, loaded with slaves, awaiting instructions. If everything panned out according to his plans, Daniel would have managed to save, not only the hundreds of slaves in the Academy, but tens of thousands of others who had walked out of its doors.

Daniel led Groon out of the Academy, back to where they had first met in the dungeons.

"Why are you taking us here? We need to leave," Groon pleaded.

"You know why, Groon."

They approached the cell where Daniel had spent his first weeks as a slave. A guard stood watch outside the cell door. Groon stopped before they got there, and refused to go any further.

"Don't worry, man. I'm not going to throw you in there with her. We're taking her with us. You take care of the guard for me. I'll handle the girl."

The guard drew his rod to defend the cell. "What is that slave doing here?"

Groon smiled and waved as they approached. The guard froze and saluted. Groon saluted back, before landing a fierce punch to the man's face. Sending him reeling to the ground. Groon stood over him and disarmed him, before giving Daniel the keys.

The door to the cell opened slowly. Daniel heard a hiss come from a far corner of the room. Blackness enveloped the prisoner, but Daniel could sense her fear and wildness.

Dana. It's me. I've come for you.

A terrifying roar burst from the darkened cell. With blazing speed, the creature pounced on Daniel, and took him to the floor. Daniel caught her arms before she was able to slice him open. Dana's golden eyes blazed with the fury of a tortured animal. She struggled to release herself from his grip. Had she not been starved and beaten, she would have easily overpowered Daniel's humble physique. His mind was not as weak. He forced his way past her animal instincts, and found the woman hidden beneath.

Dana. Please. Come back to me.

The beast relented, and a flash of recognition washed over her face. Her eyes began to well up as she stared at her rescuer. She fought for words, and Daniel shook his head.

"It's alright. I've got you. We're getting out of here," he assured her.

They stood together, before Dana roared again in Groon's direction. She recognized her captor, and moved to strike at his face with her two-inch claws.

"No!" Daniel demanded. He stepped between them and grabbed Dana's wrist. Groon never flinched. "You have to trust me, Dana. He's with us. I'm sorry for everything you've been though, and for not coming sooner. Now is the time to leave. We can fight later."

Dana's nostrils flared; her fierce eyes focused intently on Groon's smirking face. She withdrew her claws and looked at Daniel again. She had wasted away since their first meeting. Patches of fur had fallen out, and her lean muscle had disappeared. The energy it had taken to attack him had drained everything out of her. She leaned on Daniel for support.

"Where are the rest, Groon? We're getting the prisoners out, as well."

Groon stood defiantly.

"Would you rather stay here with them? Do it now!"

Groon helped the guard up off the ground and put the baton to his throat. "You heard the man. Let's go," he ordered.

***

Lady Justice stood over the cowering, once great and terrible, Lord Deacon Westminster III. Alanah had begun sacking the office for information, but Justice knew that Westminster's secrets would not be so easily accessed.

"There's nothing here, Justice. I can't make sense of any of it," Alanah explained.

"Not to worry, dear. Deacon here is going to tell us what we need to know," Justice threatened.

"Not another torture session, Justice. We don't have time for that."

"We would have nothing to gain from torture, dear Alanah. Our noble host here thrives on misery and humiliation. He's made fortunes off of it. No, he's going to tell us what we need to know, because we are the only ones capable of keeping him alive through the rest of the day."

Westminster glared up at her pitifully.

"You see, Deacon. At this moment, thousands of slaves from your facility are preparing to come down on you and everything you hold dear. In addition, your competitors have been waiting for a moment like this to strike. They would love to see you beaten, humbled, and maimed. And, let us not forget the tens of thousands of clients, many with entire armies at their disposal, who would want to keep this man silenced, if only in order to cover their own involvement in his sordid activities. Lord Deacon, you are about to become very popular!" Justice smiled as sat at his desk.

Westminster crawled slowly to Lady Justice's feet and groveled. "Please, you must help me."

"Help you? We are responsible for bringing about your destruction. Why would we help you?" Justice asked playfully.

"I can get you anything you need. I have connections all over the galaxy. Say the word, please. It's yours!" Westminster begged.

"At this moment you are quite powerless. You don't have anything that I would want." Justice hesitated. "Unless, of course, you would be able to provide information regarding your clients."

"I don't have that information here, we would have to use the secure servers within the Academy, but I can't go down there. They'd tear me apart before I even got close."

"Oh well, I suppose our negotiations are at an end. Goodbye Lord Deacon Westminster III. You will not be missed." Justice stood to leave. Westminster begged and wailed for her to reconsider. She took Alanah's arm and exited through the office door. Lord Deacon continued to moan and grovel behind them.

Justice stopped briefly in the hall. "Alanah, go to the TARDIS and prepare for departure. We are going to have guests very soon. I will meet you there shortly."

"What are you going to do?" Alanah asked anxiously.

"I have a few more questions for Lord Westminster. Be safe, my love." She planted a loving kiss on Alanah's sweet lips, before turning back toward the office. Alanah raced out of the building as quickly as possible.

Justice slowly re-entered Westminster's office. He lay on the ground, beaten and sobbing. She extended a hand to help him up. He looked up at her with disgust, but took the hand regardless.

"I have no desire to help you, Deacon. You are beyond my contempt. Your activities, and abuse of your privilege, disgust me. However, I am not without mercy. A month ago, and I would have crushed every bone in your body, and been delighted every second. I will spare your life under one condition. Tell me where I can find Madame Aryess of the Tarot!" Justice violently gripped Westminster's hair and pulled him close. His eyes beheld the true, terrible nature of the beautiful woman before him.

"Aryess? But I couldn't... I mean, I don't... Oh god, please!"

"You have collaborated with this woman. You know how to find her. I need information. She will be searching for you now, to punish you for your failure. You will be splayed and dissected by her people. She will use you as an example for those who might disappoint her. Tell me where she is!" Justice screamed. She shook her hand, pulling a clump of hair out from his head. Westminster screamed in agony. She took hold of him again, this time tossing him over the desk, and crashing into the wall.

"Oh god, no, please. I can't. She'll find me either way. She'll kill me!" he begged.

"She will have you begging for death when she finds out that you failed her. You have no other choice. Tell me!"

"Alright! Please, you have to help me! Listen, I contacted her several months ago, but I never heard word back from her. I had hoped I was finished dealing with them, but then she contacted me two days ago. She's on her way now! We have to leave at once!" Westminster explained.

"Coming here? Why?"

"She's after human beings. She's never said why. I don't want to know. She's never come here directly, though. She usually sends someone to pick them up. I don't know why she's coming now. Please! You've got to get me off of this planet, now!"

"You will not be ordering me around!" Justice exploded. Her mind was in a frenzy. She was not prepared to face Aryess like this. She was in the midst of a coup; a whole planet in chaos. She was now responsible for the safety of thousands of newly freed slaves. She could not do anything about Aryess until she had finished the work she had begun here.

"Remove your clothes," Justice ordered.

"Excuse me?" Westminster asked, indignantly.

"If you want to live, you will remove your clothes immediately!"

After a moment of hesitation, Lord Deacon Westminster III stripped. He was pudgy, and his skin sagged and wrinkled. He attempted to cover himself, humiliated.

"When these slaves exit your prison, you will be among them. They will be destitute, frightened, but they will have their lives. You will share their fate." Justice punched in the controls to open the passageway back to the Academy, and turned to leave. Before she left, Justice grabbed a computer from Westminster's desk. She hoped to glean something useful from it, despite his earlier protestation that his information was held elsewhere. As she walked from the office, she noticed a blinking security camera watching the hall outside Westminster's office. Justice stopped briefly to watch the device track her movement. She thought of Aryess, and blew the camera a kiss before rejoining Alanah on the ship.

***

Daniel and his companions fought through the crowds of slaves convening in the Yellow Sector common room. They represented members of all the Sectors of the facility, including the guards and administrators. Once the insurrection had begun, any detractors had wisely sided with the growing mass of revolting servants. Now they waited for their commander. He and Groon were met with thunderous cheers and adulation as they moved to the front of the room. They had released another fifty prisoners from the dungeons, including several more of Dana's brethren. Many were wounded, starved, or dying, but had marched with them through the facility with their heads high. Melissa had met them outside of her office. She had armfuls of files and information about Westminster's activities. She looked uneasy around Daniel now that she had become aware of his manipulations, but Daniel thanked her graciously for her dedication and sacrifice. He may have planted the seed in their minds, but it was their own determination that had made all of it possible.

Daniel stood on a table in the front of the room, and was met with another chorus of cheers. He accepted the applause briefly before Groon silenced them with a loud roar.

"Alright, everything has worked out so far, but we're not safe, yet. I have assurances that the master of this Academy has been dealt with." This statement was met with jeering. The slaves wanted a piece of Westminster for themselves. "I know. I know. I'm sorry, but we don't have time for vengeance. There are a dozen cruisers in orbit right now with thousands more of your brothers and sisters. We need to get off planet immediately and rendezvous with them. Once aboard the ships, Groon and his men will lead you and the others to safety. For now, you must follow me to my ship. It should be waiting for us close by."

Daniel reflected for a moment. "I want to say, I am humbled by your spirit and dedication. I know some of you are confused about exactly what happened. We can talk about that later. Right now, we need to get out of here. Groon, lead the way!"

The crowd cheered once again, as they orderly exited the facility through the passageway connected to Westminster's office. The office, and the rest of the Administration building was vacant. The released slaves moved quickly and efficiently from the building. Right in the center of the courtyard in front of the building sat a small metal escape pod. Outside its doors stood two smiling women dressed in beautiful, flowing gowns. The crowd stopped and spread out around it, as Daniel greeted his two partners.