The Rebels lost.

It had been a fairly bloodless takeover. The ruling party quickly eliminated any dissidents. Making them slaves at best. The girl had been on the losing side.

She almost made it out of the country. But a imperial squad found her five miles from the border. The line the girl found herself in, stretched from the black doors that sealed her fate to the small white medical room. “ 080.”

One of the guards snaps, pulling the young woman out of line. Leading her to the room. a short haired man in a white coat nods. “Take a seat.”

when she hesitates the guard's open fist slams into her cheek. He roughly shoves her onto the table. "I will not be repeating my orders." He motions to a steel table. “My associate would love if you were anything but obedient. The enlisted men have first option on the discards."

The guard shoves her towards the table with a leer. quickly locking her collar to the table with a short chain. before he disappears in a flash of black. “ah let's see here captain. Member of the opposition, known for the destruction of the Sidmore ammo train, the Greenberg raid and the north defense. Says here they found you hiding in a stable.”

He chuckles looking up a her. “You'd be amazed at the number of Conquest slaves that end up in stables. "

The man rolls a nipple between his fingers roughly, shoving the woman back against the table. "Now what has the general decided for you. Pet? Bimbo? Painslut? Pony?"

He asks checking his forms.