Through the Looking Glass: Chapter One

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This wasn't Vestia.

It definitely was not the Vestia they knew.

In the observatory where the dimensional travelers were sent to, they could easily see from the outside how twisted and mangled this Vestia was. The collar on her painted hull digging into her swollen sides. No doubt their presence would soon be known, but the stench of blood and sweat drifted into the room, as well as echoing howls of sobbing, maybe pain if the time of day was right.

This was Vestia, the Slaver Ship. And Vanessa was currently freaking out about the fact the theory of the Mirrorverse was just proven true -- in the worst of ways.

"Wow, what a temper tantrum." Merith snickered, "Need someone to wipe for you, too?"

"May the Weaver keep you safe" Starr said, turning to Aramin and bowing her head. Yeah, she had been reading their book a lot. She looked back to Matt again and nodded "The next floor down is nothing but slave cells, the one below that the guards, all of them half dragons." She informed then looked to Kay again "Alright, lets get our friends."

Mirror Asher cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor, clutching his head. His audio systems crackled in protest to the jostling, and he looked up at Kaylr fearfully, trembling.

Prime Asher looked away, folding his arms a bit tighter. He might not like his duplicate, but that didn't mean he liked seeing him hurting.

Kaylr stepped over Asher, tossing the paperweight from hand to hand.
"You want a turn?" He smirked at Merith. "We can arrange that." He glanced back at Asher. "Pull yourself together and get him out of the cage. He wants to play!"

"At least I don't have to watch a cowardly ass beat up someone that can't defend themselves... ass." Merith snorted, looking displeased. "Why don't you fight your own fights for once?"

"Oh my dear friend, your magic could obliterate this entire ship. You keep the shackles on." Kaylr told him. "Besides, I never liked a fair fight. I don't play fair. Haven't you noticed?" He laughed, but came over to the cage to open it. "Can you fight me with your hands bound and no magic? Would you like to try?"

Merith glared, and didn't answer. He leaped out as the door opened and pivoted on a foot, doing a backwards roundhouse as he tried to nail Kaylr in the head.

Kaylr tried to duck but he wasn't really a trained fighter, he was hit, spinning as he was knocked heavily onto his side. He lay there, giggling madly. His shoulder ached, as did his head where Merith kicked him, but he didn't seem to care. He reached up a hand to touch the blood on his lip, and laughed harder as he rolled onto his back. "Very good, very good. "