The Angels surrender

Joanna knew far too well that even though their power armor could still maneuver, it wouldn't be long before the sluggish, powered down armor would be overtaken by whatever this particular slaver had in store for them. She could also feel the **** ship moving, and knew it was probably preparing for a hyperspace jump. If they all cooperated, it might buy some time for Persephone to track them "What are your terms of surrender?" she said to the smiling man on the screen.

"I had a feeling you would see things my way" he half gloated. "Step out of your armor, throw your weapons into a pile along with every stitch of clothing you have on. I want all of you disarmed and naked. Once you are done, I will send bots which will destroy your armor, weapons, and clothing. They will also collar you, and assign each of you a number. You will be treated well if you comply with my terms. If not, you will pay dearly."

Joanna looked around at the rest of the Angels. She sighed. "You heard the man. Everyone out of your armor. Throw your weapons into a pile, and take off your uniforms, and any other clothing you might have on under that. Let those bots collar you."

Though many Angels mumbled and murmured dissatisfaction with Joanna's orders, they did as they were told. Soon all their weapons were in a pile, topped with uniforms and underwear. One hundred Angels now stood naked before the big screen monitor, trying their best to cover their most precious assets. All except for Joanna, who stood there with her hands on her hips, naked but defiant. "We've done as you asked" she said, facing the screen, exposing her womanly assets.

"So I see" the slaver said as he licked his lips. The ceiling above the Angels suddenly opened up, and hundreds of flying bots came swooping down to pick up the pile of clothing and weapons, while larger bots hovered in through hatchways to collect their discarded power armor. Smaller bots followed after the main group from above. It was their job to attach collars around the necks of all the disrobed Angels.

Joanna stood perfectly still as a bot swooped down to attach her collar. "**** designation number A-139." With that, Joanna's new designation number appeared on her collar as it lit up once it was closed around her neck. Then the bot departed back the way it came.

"Thank you, A-139. You have made it so much easier for you and your comrades. Prepare for hyperspace jump. Our next stop will be your final destination, the planet Kandoria. They want slaves, but they want special, untrained slaves that they can break themselves." The slaver smiled. "Good night, my sweet pets." Suddenly, the whole chamber was filled with a foggy mist, and one by one, the captured Angels fell to the floor ****.