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Ballus entered orbit around Slaver's private planet, and engaged the cloak of his shuttlecraft. He didn't want to attract any attention yet. The Trull sat back and thought. He knew that things had radically changed since Supergirl's arrival into his life, and he wasn't pleased with the way things were looking. All his carefully laid plans were crumbling all around him. He had to think of a way to get back on top of things.
He looked at the communications console, and tapped his chin in thought. A slow smile slowly crossed his features as he came up with an idea. It was the type of smile that made people nervouse. It was the type of smile that scared them.
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Supergirl awoke with a thump! She moaned as she quickly snapped her eyes open and looked around the room. She was still in Slaver's quarters, but there was something different here. Something extremely different, in fact.
She levered herself up to a kneeling postition on the floor when it struck her. She was no longer bound!! Slaver had left her in a suspended hogtie, for hours. Her ordeal of pain had only been interrupted by the all too brief visit of the Vegan Legionnaire agent.
She slowly stood up. She didn't hurt as before. In fact, she was feeling stronger. It was then that she noticed the bonds that still were wrapped about her ankles and wrists. They had been snapped apart. Her dropping suddenly to the floor had awoken her. Supergirl shook her head in wonderment as she started to examine the room she was in while removing the remains of her bonds. She stopped at a small table and decided to make a little test, and making a fist, drove it into the table.
"Ooowwwwwww!", she cried as she yanked back her hand. That had hurt!! But, the blow had broken the table. Good news! However, the table was only broken, and not shaddered into a million toothpicks as she normally should of been able to do. That was not good news. She shook her hand as she quickly wandered the several rooms of the Slaver's quarters, checking into closets and drawers for something to wear. She had to escape this place, but didn't want to go dashing about without clothes.
She had found a pull over turtleneck shirt and some shorts and though they were way too big for her, they would have to do. She had taken a piece of rope and made a belt of it to keep the shorts up. Supergirl sucked her bottom lip in thought. Why had she regained some of her powers. She padded barefoot across the carpet and sat down at a computer terminal and turned it on. She laughed to herself. Slaver, being cocky and over confident, obviously didn't think anyone would be accessing his computer in this out of the way planet of his, since it was his secret base and all, and was pretty lax with his security. She easily broke in by doing a few tricks that her friend Batgirl had shown her, and started to scan through the different programs and directories she found.
"Hmmmm...what's this?" she wondered as she brought up a star chart. She concentrated on the small planet in the center, which was obviously the private planet of Slavers. She leaned back in the chair and examined the chart for clues. The planets orbit wasn't circular, but elliptical, and right now the planet was approaching it's star. A smile slowly crossed her features as she realized that this star would give her her powers back. Not much, not all...but hopefully enough. Supergirl then accessed the security system, and started to hunt for the others in the compound. She needed to located Slaver before he found out that she was free. Perhaps she could rescue the other girls, get Lysander, and have him fly them away from here in the shuttle. It wasn't a great plan, she knew. But, it was all that she had at the moment. She tried not to think about the fact that her last similiar plan had failed dramatically.
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Slaver sat in his office at a computer terminal and was busily moving his funds to new accounts. He didn't believe that the Star Legion knew of all his accounts, if any at all, but could not take that chance. He stopped what he was doing and stared at his communications consol. A light was flashing. A light that meant only one thing. He licked his lips and moved to sit at the console and turned on the scrambler and looked towards the screen as it flickered to life.
"Yes sir?" he asked the electronically distorted face that appeared before him.
"I understand that there are some problems." Answered a low rumbling voice, also electronically altered.
"Yes, sir. My ship was attacked by the Star Legion and undoubtly captured, if not destroyed. I was barely able to escape with only one of my crew."
"Any other news that I should know about?"
Slaver blinked, and licked his lips again. Could it be that his superior knew of Supergirl? If he did, and it wasn't mentioned, Slaver knew that his life would be very short indeed. On the other hand, if he didn't know and was told, Slaver's plans would be dashed.
"I was able to escape with a small group of Earth females. I realize that any amount that we are to gain from thier sales will not in anyway begin to make up for the loss of my ship and crew."
The figure nodded and grunted, "Yes. That is very true, Slaver. It is all possible that further activity with those subjects would not be cost effective at this point. I have had to seriously curtail sales due to recent events for the near future. The financial damage caused by this latest problem is currently incalcuable. I do not have to tell you that we are not pleased."
"No sir. I realize that." Slaver agreed, nervously. He realized that this current line of questioning did not bode well for him or his operations.
"I expect a full accounting, Slaver. And we will be expecting you to give those to us, in person. We are sending you the coordinates now. Be there as soon as possible." The screen then went blank. Slaver chewed his lower lip and looked at the coordinates.
"Damn!" he muttered as he wrote them down and then stood up. This whole affair was turning into a disaster, he thought as he began to quickly walk to his quarters, punching a button on his wrist communicator.
"Commander. Gather those Earthlings, and secure them into the shuttle. We are leaving!" he growled and then shut off the connection before Lysander could respond.
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Supergirl was still in Slaver's personal quarters at his computer console. She was engrossed in finding a way to deactivate her collar, and was sure that there was some sort of way of removing the collars from her and the captive Earth girls. A grin crossed her face and she sat up straight in the chair and gave a little squeal of pleasure.
"Got it!", she exclaimed as she punched in a series of commands. She felt more than heard a click, and reached up to her neck, and pulled the electronic collar from her throat, and with grim determination slowly twisted the metal into a pretzel shape.
"Now, to get out of here!", she muttered as she stood up. She had a feeling that she had spent too much time already, and wanted to get away from this place as quickly as possible. She was feeling stronger and better by the minute, and as she left the chambers of Slaver, suddenly came to the realization that he would be undergoing the same effects as she was as the planet they were on continued to get closer and closer to the star that the planet orbited. Supergirl shook her head to dispell her worries, and started to jog down the corridors, her bare feet slapping the floor faster and faster as she dashed at greater speeds towards the shuttle bay.
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