Slavery

The Batarians seeing credit flying into their hands, along with some good old fashion ****, plan on selling Commander Shepard into slavery. Though they had to be careful with one of Shepard’s caliber. Should Shepard escape, the damage she could do; the damage she already caused. Asteroid x57, the numerous **** raids, the geth forces; to many examples of how dangerous she was. The Batarians went out of their way to keep her restrained and guarded at all times.

As the Batraians returned to their homeworld of Khar'shan; Kragar Bras'geth radios into the Hegemony. They made note of the hull, especially of the ‘big catch’. The frigate carrying Shepard was halted before landing. The Hegemony needs time to organize a massive auction to match one of Commander Shepard’s status.

Time passes, the frigate is allowed to land. Commander Shepard and friends; striped of their armor, clothes, and dignity; are led separate from the rest of the captured humans who were led towards the **** district.

Shepard, restrained with a collar and leash, is led through crowds of civilian Batarians. Jeers and all kinds of degrading remarks are made towards the disgraced commander. Cries of **** are audible but drowned in the sea of jeers and snide remarks. Shepard had to suffer what felt like hours of this cruel and unusual punishment.

As the public exhibition ended; Shepard is brought into a lavish mansion. Shepard and crew are brought onto a stage before a room full of Batarian nobility. A Batarian walks up to Shepard and announces, “Welcome, welcome one and all to the auction of the century!”

The crowd gave a contained cheer of joy. posh claps and refined coordinated body language, left the room silent yet clearly full of hype.

“Today we get to introduce the petulant Human who dared to challenge the might of the Hegemony and its agenda.” the Batarian announcer sneered at Shepard.

A few snide remarks escape from the well contained crowd.

“Today you have the exclusive opportunity to obtain the first human Spectre, the Butcher of Midor.”

The crowd grew silent hearing ‘the Butcher of Midor’. Anger could be seen by many Batarians.

“We also contain other products we obtain from the gracious Commander.” the Batarian announcer sneered at Shepard.

The crowd showed little interest, and who could blame them. Commander Shepard was the prize most coveted by all for any reason; most were related with ****, though some had different plans for her she was a smok’n slab of meat.

“Now like all good things, we save them for last.”

The Batarian announcer positions himself before Tali.

“Our first product for the eve, is this beautiful specimen of a quarin. This bitch aided the criminal Commander Shepard in the prevention of many of our reacquisition of… assets from the Alliance.”

Jeers and degrading remarks erupt from the crowd. The bidding starts, the price gose from 25, 50 100, 125, to 200 thousand credits. Bam Khoc'fath won with the highest bid of 200 thousand credits. Tali was dragged off-stage, brought before Bam Khoc’fath. The auction progressed with the announcer positioning himself to the side of Liara

“Our second product for the eve is the fine Specimen of the Assari, Dr. T’soni. This bitch crimes against the Hegemony are numerous; aiding the criminal Commander Shepard will not save her.”

Jeers and degrading remarks erupt from the crowd. The bidding starts, the price gose from 50, 150, 200, 250, 275, 300, 315, 325, to 340 thousand credits. Satok Dhab'bewar won with the highest bid of 340 thousand credits. Liara was dragged off-stage, brought before Satok Dhab'bewar. The auction progressed with the announcer positioning himself before Shepard.

“Now, the moment you all waited for! The BITCH you all waited for. The Hag who **** so many brave young heros on Midor. The CUNT who disrupted are cry for help toward the Council against the menacing Alliance at Asteroid x57. The WHORE who constantly disrupt legal commerce and reacquisition of Alliance equipment. This is the lowly Bitch who stands before you; the high and mighty Commander defeated by our glorious army!” the Batarian announcer proudly stated as tears welled in his eyes.

The crowd became a battlefield. The refined and posh posture of these upper class Batarians descend into anarchy. Batarians fighting over each other to spout their bid. The announcer had difficulty keeping track of bids to the point that the Batarian guards of this building had to be called in to calm the situation.

It took 2 hour to sort out the bidding offers; the highest offer was 2.5 million Credits. Protok Rap'sawen had won the bid and went to collect his prize. He personally dragged Shepard off the stage and brought her to his estate. All the while dragging the naked Shepard through every crowd he could possibly find on his route home. As Protok entered his estate he turned towards Commander Shepard.

“You, you are no longer Commander Shepard. Under my tutelage you are ‘This Lowly Bitch Who Serves Master Rap'sawen’. I, you shall refer to as the great and benevolent Master Protok Rap'sawen. Failure to do so will result in swift recorrection.”

The fate of Commander Shepard looks bleak. (Now you choose her fate.)