User blog:Weed Caterpillar/Monster Girl Galaxy: Episode 1: Dragon Girl - Xenopleasure

A/N: Hey hey hey, here's my first MG fanfiction. It's gonna be different from most as it is gonna be scifi and shit with lots of guns and power armor. (I have been playing too much Fallout I guess...)

I might put some art work in the future

Warning: Gore, Strong language and lemons

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The Crimson scaled Draca concealed herself behind a structure of rocks on the cliff of the canyon, eyeing on a lone figure wandering on the ground beneath her.

"What is a human boy doing here? Asking for death? This is MY territory!" She thought to herself, grinding her claws against one another whilst scrutinizing the wanderer.

Nonetheless, Draca licked her lips in contentment. After all, he's prey that has wandered to her doorstep. "Well, I could use another juicy boy toy in my collection…" she audibly whispered to herself as she emerged from cover, with scaly wings spread wide open and body posed for a strike, swooping down from the cliff towards the young adventurer

But before Draca could close in on him, a strange harpoon suddenly punctured through her thigh and before she could react, another one punctured her other thigh, followed by her wings. Draca roared angrily as she tried to pull out the harpoons but before she could, the harpoons started to discharge bright blue sparks of voltage, shocking her into unconsciousness…  ***

"What the fuck… what the fuck… WHAT THE FUCK!" Martin yelled irately as he emerged from a crevasse, approaching the motionless Draca.

The blue haired adventurer then turned behind and approached Martin with his hand stretched, "You owe me, mister." Martin ignored the teenager and continued analyzing his prey; a large beautiful red short haired woman with curved dragon horns with Dragon like limbs and genitals covered in scales. "What the bloody fuck is this?" he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he nudged the body of Draca with his Hirschjäger Auto-caliber Big Game Rifle.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Behind Martin, two other figures appeared from the crevasse; a black haired Asian woman clad in a field scientist's armor and a bulky, towering black man, like Martin, was clad in combat power armor.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"We came here to hunt a Zenbanthu dragon… and what is this!? Some overgrown chick in a… er… furry costume? What the fuck!?" Martin raged.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Catching his breath and calming down, Martin reached one of his vest pockets for a cigarette box and lighted a stick and turning to the towering man, he asked, "Yo Bansky, whatcha make of this?"

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Bansky turned toward the adventurer and glared at him, and then replied, "I don't know, boss. But seems to me pretty boy here pulled a sham on us."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What? No!" The young adventurer defended himself. "You guys told me to bait a dragon, and I baited one! It’s there, right here! Trapped in whatever those things are! Goddess… I risked myself getting raped and killed and all you can think of me betraying you?” he continued.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Before Martin could reply back, he was interrupted by him again, "Where do you guys even come from! Who are you people! And will you people stop calling me "pretty boy?! My name is Luther!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin stared at Luther crossed eye and started approaching him with his fists clenched but then, was stopped by the black haired woman.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Sir, don't do anything rash please."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin turned towards her and sighed, "Fine, Teresa, go do your nerd shit on that thing… Bansky, you keep a close eye on pretty-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"It's Luther!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Whatever..."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa walked towards Draca and pulled out a shiny aluminum clad device from her bag and started dialing commands on its touchscreen as blue laser lights begun emitting from it, scanning Draca's body as it left faint smoke on her surface.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Interesing…" Teresa muttered.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What?" Martin inquired.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Well, she is indeed a Zenbanthu dragon… that's what 65 percent of her DNA says… the other percentage… unidentified but with key markers on human DNA."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Before Martin could speak, Terasa suddenly continued, "On interesting note, I found traces of human semen on her digestive tract and bloodstrea-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"So that thing eats cum" Bansky interrupted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"…i suppose so" Terasa answered.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> Martin continued his gaze on the creature as he continued taking puffs from his cigarette and then discarded the blazing butt on the ground. Scratching his blonde goatee, he turned towards Teresa and started talking, "So, you think those chinks will pay for her horns and scales?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa pushed her smartglasses in and paused for a while, before replying in an unsure tone, "I don't know sir… The Triads are rather strict on the purity on their product… I doubt they will accept anything from this… mutant."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa scrutinized Draca for a moment before continuing, "On the other hand... "

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin jerked a little and then interrupted, "You don't mean!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Yes, we could sell her to Mr. King… look…" Terasa then removed a collapsible baton from her vest and started poking Draca's breasts. "She has rather ample bossoms! I'm sure Mr. King would use-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I'm not going anywhere near that perverted… deviant again!" Martin interrupted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Well, it’s either we see papa King or don't even get our dough at all." Bansky added.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a deep sigh as he slung his rifle back. As he was about to talk, Luther voiced out suddenly, "Hey! What about me! You guys keep ignoring me! It’s not fair! I deserve something out of this!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin growled angrily as he pulled a pistol from his holster and suddenly snapped furiously at Luther, aiming it at him, "ONE MORE TIME I HERE YOU TALKI-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Bansky then patted Martin's shoulder and interrupted, "Lemme handle this."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He then approached the quivering Luther whom had taken a defensive posture gently and bent towards him. Dialing a few panels of his gauntlet, it let out a mechanical hiss as the gauntlet came loose and then proceeded removing it and from his bare wrist, he loosened his watch.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Looking Luther in his frightened eyes and presenting the watch, he started, "Look kid, Boss is pretty upset about this shit. Look, I don't know what money you people use but here's something for your trouble."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther slowly reached for it and scanned the device. "What's… this?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther replied, "Kid, it’s a clock you can wear on your wri-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Nigger, are you seriously giving your watch to that kid?" Martin interrupted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Relax boss! I have plenty from where it came from!" Bansky answered, and then returned to his conversation, "Now, run along. Pretend this shit never happened."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther took the watch and slowly backed off, before turning into a hasty retreat as Martin snapped his gun towards him.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin begun rummaging his backpack and took two pairs of tether-cuffs from it and begun binding the arms and wings of the still unconscious Draca as Bansky begun disengaging the harpoons lodged into her body. Teresa took a device from one of her pouches and stuck a needle-like appendage from it on Draca's spine. Receiving thumbs up from both Martin and Bansky, Teresa pulled out a stimpack on her bandolier and plunged the hypodermic needle onto Draca… <p class="MsoPlainText" style="border: medium none; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">  ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Uuuuuuurrrrgggpp…" Draca gasped deeply as she suddenly jolted into consciousness. Draca tried to rub her eyes, only to realize that they were bound. She tried to struggle and flail about but mysteriously couldn't do so. As her vision started to come to, three mysterious figures stood in front of her, clad in strange looking armor.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What in the name of… who in Gehana are you people…" she grunted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">They didn't answer, much to her annoyance. Agitated, she yelled, "Who in blazes are you humans! You won't get away for doing this to the great Draca of Vanadeus valley! Release me and I shall spare your mortal lives!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca suddenly got up on her feet, albeit against her will and started walking forward, following the party on their journey.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Hey..   Hey… HEY!!! What are you…? How are you even…?” Draca continued in futile banter but all she could ever do was follow them. "You will pay… you will pay WITH YOUR FUCKING LIVES!!!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Boss, lizard girl is getting annoying…" Bansky commented.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"…… LIZARD!? HOW DARE YOU…"

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin then grunted at Teresa's direction and received a nod as she brought her utility gauntlet towards her and pushed a panel, and then aimed it at Draca's mouth, firing a bolt of red light at it, causing a glitchy digital like distortion around her lips. As Draca tried to speak once more, anything that vocalized from her came out as muffled, incomprehensible radio distorted speech.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">   Draca's face flustered red in anger and tried to scream in rage but nothing ever came out but muffled distortion.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Now… I would like a peaceful and quiet journey back to the fucking ship if you people don't mind…" <p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther didn't return to his village; he hid behind a boulder all along, witnessing the commotion. All he wanted was is to do some good; the monster girl was menacing men and merchants alike, claiming the ever important Vanadeus valley as her territory, blocking an important trade route.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mercenaries and hunters whom offered to slay the monster could not put her down, only to wind up as semen-slaves to the insatiable Beast…

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">And then they came, strangely dressed men from foreign lands offering unconditional help, and Luther offered his help ad best as he can. After all, Luther felt he had to atone for his failure after his band of adventurers succumbed to the great Draca.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Despite this victory, Luther felt unsatisfied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Who were these people? Where did they come from? Why do they possess such strange technology? What are they going to do with that monster girl?" All these questions repeatedly plagued his mind as he continued surveying the leaving crew.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther couldn't help it, the burning desire of a thrill seeking adventurer sparked once more within him. With his adept skill of a tracker, he stalked them, hiding behind cover of nature and shadows…

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther kept following them but the journey was astoundingly long. To his surprise the men didn't even show a conceivable sign of fatigue, despite being clad in heavy metal armor but yet, he pressed on, ignoring the toll on his feet and body.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Finally, the crew reached their destination; a strange looking vessel concealed with some kind of invisibility technology, parked in a lush canopy of the Elsea jungle. Luther hid behind a bush and continued eyeing on them.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">One of the door hatches of the vessel then opened and Draca was first to enter, silently against her will. Bansky then climbed on the top of the vessel; releasing a hatch and entered the pilot's seat whist the two others entered a separate hatch. Suddenly, a hatch on the back of the vessel opened, followed by Martin's irate nagging coming from inside.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"No Luther, don't do it…" Luther repeatedly muttered to himself but yet, succumbed to his urge of burning curiosity as he broke out of the bush and dashed for the briefly opened hatch and entered it.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Well, you only live once…"

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin stepped out of the "Arizona" and looked at the glamorously decorated building, with neon lights depicting alien species in sexual poses and billboards displaying moving images of sexual advertisement. He then read the sign prominently displayed on the middle of the Establishment:

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Xenopleasure: Serving the Galaxy's most exotic pussy"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a disgruntled sigh; he never thought he would return to such a perverted place but nonetheless, he needed to sell his precious cargo. Shaking his head and shrugging of the shame, he proceeded for the automatic glass door.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Ah! I'll be darned… It's Mr. Von Arlen!" The robotic receptionist preemptively greeted Martin, to his ire. Martin cursed to himself, and to the fact that robots are programmed never to forget.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"So, what brings you back, Mr Von Arlen? Craving for some Kovahian pussy? Those skittish girls are always eager to be dominated by some tough as nails federal!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin disregarded that and ordered the robot, "I need to see Mr. King."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Oh, business eh? But I'm afraid-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Just take me to that fucking nigger!" Martin interrupted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Very well sir, please calm down. But so to let you know, Mr. King does not provide sexual services…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin glared at the robot with a threatening glint in his eyes with his arms crossed tightly.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"…right this way sir" the robot mumbled.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin entered the main hall of the building following the robot. "This fuckhole never changed huh" Martin thought to himself as he looked around; there were man sized glass cases with female members of various alien species, clad in extremely revealing outfits performing exotic sexual dances and men of different species ogling at them. There were numerous poles scattered throughout the hall erected on stages and of course, they were always occupied by whores, performing erotic dances on them as men gathered around them, tossing bills of federal credits at them or stuffing them onto their outfits. Couches were filled with men receiving erotic lap dances from strange exotic aliens and some, receiving blowjobs.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The cetacean like Delphins, the plant like Vohakians, the avian Garokks, and every conceivable alien species in known to mankind were present as prostitutes to satisfy the xeno-fetishes of men from different walks of life, be it ordinary salarymen, miners, soldiers or even, the merciless space pirates themselves.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"A pit of goddamned debauchery indeed" Martin thought to himself.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The duo then reached an elevator as the robot pushed a panel, calling it. As they stepped into it, it retracted one of his hands into his arm, bringing out a key tool from it and slid it into a keyhole on top of the floor panel.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"To Mr. King's private suite it is!" the robot announced. <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> *** <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin stepped out of the elevator and overtook his escort, heading straight for the grandly decorated wooden doors of the suit. Opening it, it was a dark skinned, elderly human man with greying hair, clad in a luxurious suit of Moon Rabbit fur, sitting on his desk. Beside him, was a beautiful and exotic demon like Hivaan clad in a French maid's costume chained to the desk.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King took the initiative, "Ah, if it isn't the great poacher Mr. Von Arlen… to what do I owe the pleasure?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin paused a while, garnering his thoughts but could not help being distracted by the red skinned Hivaan making advances to him before she was stopped as Mr. King yanked her chain. Taking a deep breath, he begun, "I got something you might like, sir."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King took a sip of his whiskey glass and sat back, resting his head on his hands and eyed at Martin, and then replied, "Aaah, it is indeed always a pleasure. So, after five years of your discontinued service to me, what exotic goods could you have you brought this time?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"It's in the containment area, sir. My boys have loaded her in there." Martin replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Very good, we shall head there at once." Mr. King said as he grabbed his jewel studded cane, constructed of precious metals and got up from his desk, but accidentally knocking over his glass of whiskey. Hivaan crawled on the ground, licking the spill.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin cringed at this sight. <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">After a few elevator rides, the duo reached the containment area. Martin would never forget of this place; it was amongst the most "fucked up" place he has ever been; the luxuriously furnished containment chambers were filled with glamorous but yet, vile creatures across the galaxy and they were of the most sickest sex experience Xenopleasure has to offer.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">There were strange feminine beast like creatures, savagely clawing up the walls and furnishing of the chambers and strange insect like creatures hanging on the ceiling of some of the chambers. Martin stopped at one of the chambers but the energy barrier sealing the it was set to opaque mode and he could hear horse like sounds with a man squealing in pleasure emanating from it.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin cringed and didn't dare asked what was going inside.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">They then stopped at a chamber, containing a familiar face with Bansky and Teresa standing outside. Martin was surprised at Draca; rather than raging uncontrollably, she sat by a corner, curled in a fetal position and sobbing.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Disappointed, Mr. King commented, "Aaah, such a beauty, her body that is… but this flower refuses to show her petals…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King then knocked against the barrier with his cane and shouted, "Yoohoo, little girl, care to show me your assets?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca didn't respond, and continued facing the wall and sobbing. Mr. King didn't pursue and gave a disappointed look. Martin tried to explain but was interrupted. "Don't worry, she must be rather emotional being taken from her home like that… Maybe we'll come back after a drink?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Suddenly, Draca rose up an approached the barrier, angrily placing her talons on them and yelled, "What do you want! You want to see my fucking tits right? Here!" Draca then begun to “sheathe” her scales away and groping her own breasts tightly and squeezed them around as she gritted her teeth in a furious look.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin tried his best to look away.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Happy now?!" Draca screamed.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Hhhmm… amazing developed bosoms… firm yet succulent… but clearly you have more to offer..." Mr. King cajoled.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Grunting in anger, she bent over against the barrier, displaying her muscular but yet plump ass and revealing her pink, dripping humanoid pussy, with her pulsating anus on top. Before Mr. King could prompt, she spread open both orifices open with her dragon nails.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"SATISFIED!? YOU HUMAN PIECE OF GARBAGE?" Draca roared.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"More than…" Mr. King replied as he turned towards Martin, and said, "My my… truly and exotic specimen you have brought… Furious, aggressive, but yet submissive and docile. What my dear Japanese friend would call… er… ‘Tsundere’?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a "huh?" and Teresa whispered into his ear, which he then replied with an "oh".

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca then returned to her corner, curling up in a fetal position, returning to her sobbing, covering herself in her wings. Mr. King clapped his hands slowly towards Martin and said, "Very fine specimen you got here Mr. Von Arlen. I'm quite pleased…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"But I have a rather… some unimportant business with you…" he continued.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a "Shoot"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"It’s not really me to bring about the past but, do you remember the pile bunker you loaned me a few years back?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What… why now? Why didn't you asked me earlier?" Martin replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Apologies, Mr. Von Arlen, in this old age, I have been very forgetful as of lately… I do hope you will understand."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Huh, no biggie. The thing's in my storage bay." Martin then turned himself to Bansky and gave a small gesture, to which in he replied with a "Yes boss" and headed for the cargo elevator for the hangar bay.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">A huge clunky and bulky robot then approached the group, earning the stares of Martin and Teresa. "WOULD YOU CARE FOR SOME LIQUID ALCOHOLIC REFRESHMENTS?" It spoke in a digital text-to-speech like voice.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Whiskey on the rock, if you may. How about you two? Drink's on the house." Martin responded.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Beer" went Martin.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I don't drink" Teresa replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"DISPENSING"

<p class="MsoPlainText" style="border: medium none; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther found himself being lifted up by the back of the collar by the hulking Bansky as he dragged him all the way to the containment area as he was tossed towards the group.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Boss, I got your shit... And Mr. Prettyboy right here!" Bansky announced.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin starred at Luther, mouth agape in shock and surprise, dropping his beer bottle before letting out an outburst of anger, "Fucking hell! What the fuck is this goddamned twerp doing here!? And how… HOW DID HE EVEN…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin stopped as he suddenly renembered he accidently released the storage hatch back in the planet and let out a deep sigh. Shaking his head, he unholstered his pistol and aimed it at the stuttering and frightened Luther, "Sorry, kid. In my line of business, no loose ends."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">As Martin was about to pull the trigger, Mr. King stopped him by patting him on the shoulder, "Now, this isn't the time for such drastic actions…" Martin lowered his gun and softened his grip. Turning towards Mr. King, he asked, "So, what now? Kid knows your castle and might rat us out."

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"That I know… but about this Draca…" Mr. King replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Yeah?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Are you forgetting the protocol? We still yet to test Miss Draca over there… and we have a rather suitable subject right before us…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Sir, are you implying…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King then opened a panel of his cane and pushed a button and almost immediately, a duo of armed guards clad in Kevlar servo-armor rushed to his side. He then issued an order and the both of them started forcefully dragging Luther into the gateway of Draca's chamber and forced him inside, as one of them kicked Luther in forcefully, sealing the gates. Draca then stood up and approached Luther, who was whimpering in fear as he tried to crawl away, pounding weakly and helplessly on the gates.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I remember you, little human… I'll make you squeal…" Draca threatened menacingly at Luther, who was now screaming in fear. Without warning, Draca brandished her claws towards him and with unnatural precision, ripped apart his trousers and underwear, revealing his soft, virgin penis and knocking him on the ground.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca then stepped on his penis, rubbing it with her soft, scaly footpads, grinning lewdly at the pleasure drunk Luther. He moaned and panted rapidly as the foot job of Draca became quicker and stronger, squeezing his delicate with her strong talons.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"No please… I can't take it anymore!" Luther squealed but his plea didn't reach the ever relentless Draca, whom continued stroking his penis with a lewd and malicious grin on her face, glared at Luther at his eyes.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"No more! I'm gonna… I'm gonna… aaaarrrrgghh!" Luther screamed shrilly as white and sticky cum shot out of his penis, splattering Draca's foot white.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca scrapped some of the semen with her claws and licked it off. "You're tender and tasty, pretty boy." Luther whimpered in fear and tried to stand but felt weak and exhausted; after all, his spiritual energy has been drained by the great Draca…

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">In weakness, Luther dragged himself towards the barrier and pounded it pathetically, pleading the group, "Please… you have to let me out!" Ignoring the commotion, Draca menaced towards the floored Luther and growled, "I'm not yet done with you!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca then flipped him over and pinned him down on his crotch, rubbing his swollen red penis with her thick thighs. Luther tried to scream but all that ever came out was a gurgle. Draca smiled pervertically as his penis flung into full, throbbing erection from her thigh job.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> "It's time… he he he" Draca laughed in a lewd tone as she hovered her pulsating vagina over Luther's throbbing member and lowered it down and then, suddenly, forcing his penis right into her pussy, squeezing his it tightly with her precise vaginal muscles, warranting the lewd moans of Luther.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You will pay… for leading me in this sorry state!" Draca yelled as she started riding Luther's dick, moving up and down vigorously. Luther let out a soft squeel as his eyes rolled up and couldn't keep his tongue in his mouth. It was exhausting but yet, intensely pleasurable. All the vigorous fucking, the wild movements of the monster, Luther could not help but succumb to the pleasure of the great Draca as loads of thick, sticky fluid gushed out of his penis, flooding Draca's insides.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Refreshing!" Draca exclaimed as she pulled Luther's penis out and stood up, with some of his semen still dripping out of her. Draca blushed and lower herself to the weakened Luther, "Ooooh, you think this is over? I am not done with you… never ever!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa then approached Mr. King and warned, "Sir, any more of this and he'll most likely die. My analysis indicates that his heart rate and neural activity are at critical rate, if this continues…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King then raised his palm and the two guards rushed for the gate, into the chamber. Draca hissed at one of them as he raised his rifle towards her. "Fine! Whatever! This boy is not even satisfactory at all! You can take that piece of garbage back for all I care! Hmph!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But yet, the guard continued his position whist the other dragged Luther out of the chamber as the gunner slowly backed off, rifle still poised towards Draca.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Yeah! Beat it!" Draca Snarled as the men left the room and rather than returning into her corner, she started pacing around the room energetically.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King clapped his hands enthusiastically and commented, "Very well done! I am very impressed! Such vigor, such passion and dominance! This fine specimen is exactly what I'm looking for! So, Martin, what do you think?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a shrug, "I think, I need a stiff drink..." Martin then approached the clunky robot and ordered a glass of vodquilla, refusing to rejoin the conversation.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"DISPENSING"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King then continued regardless, "She does seem a little energetic now though…"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa chipped in, explaining to him, "Well, according to my analysis, these… er… mutants feed on semen of males. I am not sure but Draca here claims that it contains their… er... spiritual energy?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King didn't answer but yet, acknowledged it as he knocked his cane at the barrier, calling Draca, "You hear that girl? It's a win win for you and me! I get you a whole lifetime supply of customers for you to feed on and you make me money!" Draca ignored him as she slumped on the bed, wrapping herself in her wings.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Very nice, my dear Japanese friend will love her. He's always going about on how he wants to be forced by some monstrous and beautiful girl and I felt ashamed of being unable to fulfill his fantasy up until now!" Mr. King commented yet again.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Teresa cringed a little and cursed under her breath in Japanese at his comment. Martin then handed the empty glass back to the robot and added, "So, what do I get from this?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King replied, "Aaah, payment! The most pleasing part of mercenary work! Your credit chip please?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin opened his wallet, pulling out his chip and handed it to Mr. King, who flashed his smartphone over the chip.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"200,000 federal credits have been added to: Martin Von Arlen's account." A digital voice came from the phone.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"200 grand!? Sir…" Martin stammered.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Oh how silly of me, there are three of you… here, take an additional ten so you can split it evenly." Mr. King replied as he handed Martin a ten thousand credit bill.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Sir, you sure? Don't you pay only fifty for unverified species?" Martin responded.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Well, today I'm pleased with these results and feeling mighty generous! And you have never let me down in your days if service. Ever!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin nodded his head in content, feeling proud of himself.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Now, I'm sure I want more of these fine creatures and as usual, the rates for each of them will be around the 200 grand mark. You do know which planet to find them, do you not?" Mr. King continued.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Yes sir. I do; Omicron-theta 87." Martin replied but then, turned towards the Floored Luther, unconscious, bottom half naked and drenched in sweat and his semen. "What about him, sir?" He asked.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Well, I do advice you to take him with you; after all, he's a native and knows his way around more than you do…" Mr. King replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin glanced at Luther as Teresa handed a stimpack over to him. "I'm not touching him." Martin commented and was immediately followed by Teresa's response, "Neither am I"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Pussies…" Bansky interjected as he snatched the stimpack from Teresa and administered it to the sticky Luther.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Uuuuuggggghhh" Luther gasped as he suddenly shot up back to consciousness. "What… I'm still alive? How?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin threw a jumpsuit at Luther and ordered:

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Put it on and come with us!" <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> *** <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca didn't resent the position she was in; after all, Mr. King was right; everyday, queues of customers would come to her, eager to visit Xenopleasure’s "latest ride", advertised by Mr. King as " The wild and Passionate Dragon Lady".

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Men after man would come in her chamber, engaging in wild Passionate sex with her and filling her with vigorous spiritual energy. She couldn't ask for anything better; men filling her with love and energy and she does not have to work for it. But yet, she felt violated, as she knew that the once prideful Draca is now reduced to nothing but a zoo animal, providing sexual entertainment to strange alien men.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She remembered her first customer: a pair of hulking, reptilian Globbo brothers that pinned her down and forced their gigantic members into her orifices and for the first time, rather than her forcing herself and raping, she herself was forced down and violated by the Globbos, larger in size than her. But yet, she didn't fight back, allowing it to happen as she absorbing their vigorous and plentiful spiritual energy as they flooded her with sexual fluids.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">However, Draca felt resentful of Martin, who she has observed from her chamber, turning in her fellow monster girls back from her planet to share the same fate as her; freak whore attractions.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Nonetheless, Draca worked her way up, earning popularity amongst the customers and soon, earning Mr. King's approval and was promoted into one of his top courtesans, earning a place in the luxurious suites, where she enjoyed the company of rich and renowned men across the galaxy; such as the rich and snobbish aristocrats from planet Earth, vulgar but refined major triad leaders, the merciless and wealthy pirate lords and even the threatening and terrifying Ra'agn warband chieftains would flock to the lawless pirate world of Rixal to enjoy the "Dragon Lady" experience.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"The Galaxy is bigger than I thought…" Draca thought to herself, lounging on a couch as she sipped on a glass of martini, spiked with the semen of her last customer.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca never thought there will be anything beyond the heavens where the Angels ruled. They thought space was a void of darkness and nothingness and the Angels and Gods never dared venture into it. Draca could remember the first time the Arizona shot through the heavens, resulting in ensuing chaos as Angels and Valkyrie alike fired bolts of holy magic to the ship, only to have them missing or deflected by the mighty energy shields of the Arizona.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca would never forget the first time she looked at her planet from orbit; a small, insignificant thing in the cosmos and a whole new Galaxy waiting for her in the endless sea of stars…

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca stood up and headed out of the Xenopleasure, reassuring the guards that she's only out for a walk. Clad in a luxurious dress tailored specifically for her, she embarked into the city area.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca remembered the first time she set foot into the city after earning her "freedom". Nobody was startled to see her in her form; after all, everybody was used to seeing strange alien species everyday: from the weird tentacle sprouting Zorbans and to the insectoid Podakians whom eyestalks were as long as a man's arm.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Despite being a pirate world outside the Jurisdication of the United Planetary Federation, the inhabitants of Rixal were friendly most of the time with little hostility, so long they knew who not to offend or do not cause any trouble. Some recognized Draca's popularity and she was treated specially in various establishments.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca flew herself on the top of a building, sat on the edge and opened a plastic box of Bravan grub sushi; a delicacy which for some reason, reptilian species find delicious. She smirked sheepishly to herself on the first time she was introduced to treat:

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She was wandering the streets and entered a sushi bat and to her shock, the chefs were the two Globbo brothers from her first encounter! Draca giggled at the memory of them apologizing profusely as Draca tried to calm them down. As a part of their bygones, they treated her to a dish of Brava grub sushi, claiming that reptilian species like her and they couldn't resist the taste.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She loved it.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But Draca felt heavy inside her, as she looked at the starless skies, illuminated by star cruisers, lowering the box on her lap. Life here was blissful as there were no warriors or hunters making attempts on her life and she didn't have to work hard for men's semen but yet, the thrill of a fight was long gone from her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca looked down as a tear landed on a sushi.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I miss home..." she mumbled tearfully to herself. <p class="MsoPlainText" style="border: medium none; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca lit up a stogie after she was finished with a customer. It was just like any other day of work.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But something felt wrong; despite people being everywhere of the building, she sensed life energy in some unusual places; the walls outside the building, the air ducts and even, underground. Feeling uneasy, she made it to the hall for a drink.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca couldn't put a finger as to her sudden bouts of Paranoia but yet, she sat on the barstool and ordered a Martini from the skimpily dressed female android bartender.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Nice place eh?" A familiar voice spoke to Draca. She then turned towards it and recognized the figure immediately; it was Martin, sitting alongside his comrades. Draca almost forgot about the absence of their newest member, Luther. Draca felt anger boiling inside her having to meet that piece of human scum again but yet, controlled it as she took a light sip from the glass. "You got some nerve talking to me, Martin." Draca grunted.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Look, Draca, we're way past that. Side's, you're in way better state than me now." Martin remarked whist stiring his glass of vodquilla with his finger.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Way past that? What about my fellow monster girls you kidnapped from my world!?" She snapped, crushing her martini glass.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Look, calm down, they all have better lives here-"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Before Martin could continue, he was interrupted by series of deafening explosions from all over the building as men, clad in uniformed power armor descended from the blast holes and landing all over the hall.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"This is the Federal police! This area is now under custody! Any display of hostility or resistance will be met by lethal force!" A loudspeaker announced in a loop.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Fuck! The SWAT guys!? How did they even…" Martin yelled, whipping out his rifle and took cover behind the bar as his crew followed suit. Draca roared threateningly at them, before cowering to cover as they started blasting bolts of burning green plasma at her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Chaos ensued; most of the civilians tried to flee whilst other armed customers like the pirates and gangsters took defensive positions, returning fire at the heavily armed SWAT operators and the guards, rushing in the firefight, firing at them indiscriminately.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But yet, they were outmatched; the heavily armed and armored operators easily tore through the resistance as volleys of plasma fire blasted from them, melting adversary into slag as they advanced rapidly towards their adversary.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin was undaunted, as he calmly aimed down his sights. With deft precision, he fired, penetrating through an operator, gunning him and his comrades down at one go. The other operators recoiled in shock and started firing at Martin’s position but were suddenly cut short when Bansky burst out of cover, firing hails of explosive frag rounds from his General Purpose machine gun, tearing through ranks of operators whilst others seek cover, only to find a smart grenade launched by Teresa landing on their feet...

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“POWWWW!”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca peeked out of cover and smirked. "It looks like these people really know how to fight!" She thought to herself and then suddenly, an auto rifle was flung towards her as Martin ordered, "Take this and start shooting!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Despite their brief victory, more ranks of operators started deploying in the zone through the blast holes, thickening the lines of fire as more plasma bolts filled the air. Draca didn't question the order and just fired.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Suddenly, the ground shook and an operator clad in heavy power armor burst from the ground. Growling menacingly, he started revving the barrels of a large weapon and with a loud Russian accented voice, he yelled:

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">"IT'S COWARD KILLING TIME!!!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Shit! Mini-plasma! Get down!" Martin yelled as he dived for cover.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Kremlin;mso-fareast-font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">WHAT SICK MAN SEND BABIES TO FIGHT ME?! <span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The heavy operator taunted as he fired a thick volley of plasma bolts throughout the hall, indiscriminately dishing out furious collateral damage all around the hall, gunning down opposition and sending others running for cover. Bansky tried to fire back but a stray bolt of plasma hit his weapon, causing the frag rounds in it to explode, sending him flying away and peppered with shrapnel.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Bansky! No!" Teresa yelled as she immediately tried to rush for his help, only to have a plasma bolt hit her back, melting a huge hole in her torso as she crashed face down on the floor, lifeless and oozing with blood.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Kremlin;mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">CRY SOME MORE!!! <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">the heavy operator taunted once more, unrelenting in his rage fueled carnage.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca felt helpless in this situation; all she could ever do was fire blindly from cover but was severely outgunned by the hulking assailant and popping out of cover meant certain death. She cursed to herself as her gun was suddenly knocked off by a stray plasma bolt.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Martin? What the hell are you doing?!" Draca shouted at Martin's direction as she saw him taking out a book with depictions of characters wielding colored swords with a prominent figure in black armor and started reading it. "My father gave me this before he died… I promised to read it but never did… since we're so fucked now…" Martin replied solemnly.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca swiped the book away, grasping Martin by the collar with one of her talons and yelled at him, "You giving up already?! Is this what your father would have wanted?" Draca paused for a while and glanced at the book, then turning back to Martin, "Come on, warrior! The force brews within you! Get back up and fight!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin shrugged but yet, felt a burning tinge of motivation as he grabbed his rifle but upon peeking out a little, he backed down, dodging a plasma bolt that whizzed past him. "Well Master Draca, we're still apparently pinned down, what we do?"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca gritted her teeth and spread out her wings and ordered at Martin, "Cover me" and then, she took off, soaring through the halls, diverting the attention of the operators as they redirected fire at her. Draca gracefully glided across the room, adeptly dodging the blasts of plasma fire. Gathering momentum, she sped towards the line of operators and fired a breath of dragon fire at them, as chaos amongst them ensued but yet, to Draca's surprise, were unharmed.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Ceremic alloy, real flame retardant shit" Martin commented as he shot down an operator, whose sights were on Draca, earning a thumbs up from her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Fine! I will rend you apart with my claws then!" Draca roared, flinging herself into berserk rage as she brandished her claws towards them, dodging the streams of bolts and ripping apart the operators one by one, and staining her claws red with viscera. Those who diverted their aim in attempt to put down the ravaging monster were picked off by the precise shots of Martin, aimed at their heads.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Suddenly, a huge metallic arm grabbed Draca by her wing and flung her against a pillar at full force. Before she could get up, a metallic fist flew at her face, knocking her off the ground, face flat on the floor.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca slowly opened her eyes and turned her body; it was a hulking giant of a man, clad in black heavy power armor with white words reading “SWAT” on the chest. <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Kremlin;mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">LITTLE LITTLE BABY... WHAT MAKE YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT ME? <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> he snarled, crackling his knuckles and stomping towards Draca. She then sprang up, and unleashed a flurry of swipes, only to have her attacks helplessly bouncing off; the heavy armor was of nano-graphene alloy, almost diamond like in strength and her claws could barely chip the surface of it. Despite landing precise shots at it, even Martin's rounds could not put a dent in the helmet.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca got tired as her flurry slowed down as she panted in fatigue. And then, an undercut from the heavy operator gashed her on the belly, with force causing her to bend forward and then, a knee snapped on her jaw, followed by a metal fisted haymaker on her face, launching her on the ground.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">"AH HA HA! YOU MAY THINK YOU CAN OUTSMART BULLET... BUT YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTSMART FIST?!" <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">  <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He taunted, whilst menacingly approaching Draca's battered and writhing body.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Not good…" Draca thought to herself as she crawled on the ground, spitting out a bloody tooth and trying to snort back blood from her broken nose. The heavy operator then kicked Draca over and pulled a heavy frag pistol from his holster and aimed it at Draca's face. <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:Kremlin;mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">LITTLE LITTLE BABY, ANY LAST WORD? <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">" he taunted, whilst pressing the gun against her bruised cheek. "Behind you…" Draca mumbled as a dark skinned figure in a white suit suddenly lunged at the operator with a heavy machine, piercing a tungsten spike into his torso with explosive force, blasting his innards out forcefully as he fell on his knees whilst the guards following finished the rest of the operators.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">"NOOO... IS NOT POSSIBLE... <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: JA;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">the heavy operator gurgled, clutching the tungsten spike pierced through his stomach before slumping into Draca, turning lifeless.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"God damned… I'm too old for this…" Mr. King remarked, crackling his spine.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> Martin rushed out of the barstand to Draca, pushing off the operator, and tended to her. "Draca! Draca! Are you ok?" he cried, clasping his hands upon her shoulders, shaking her. "Draca here sure could use a stim…" Mr. King commented, while dropping the pile bunker on the ground. Martin rummaged his vest, only to curse vulgarly upon finding remains of a shattered stimpack.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What about stimpack lady? Doesn't she always have a stim with her?" Mr. King commented.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"She's dead." Martin answered.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"My condolences…" Mr. King consoled.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Nonetheless, Martin approached Teresa's corpse and removed her bandolier, retrieving an intact stimpack and used it on Draca. "Not enough… her wounds are too grievous…" Mr. King remarked, looking at the still unconscious Draca.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Mr. King then turned towards Martin and handed him a key. "Martin, I want you to flee with Draca. I cannot bear to see her harmed anymore… take one of my vans and make to the hangar station!"

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Sir, what about you?" Martin replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"This is my house, and I won't allow those federal dogs to take it away from me! I'll stand defending this place with my boys till I die!" Mr. King announced proudly, palm on his chest. Martin gave a nod as he carried Draca by his shoulder, making their way into the open as he loaded her in the van.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin stepped on the pedal and drove. “This place has gone to shit!” Martin remarked, looking out of the window, seeing Federal police choppers swarming the skies, SWAT operators and their vehicles gunning down resistance on the streets and fleets of spacecraft launching towards the skies from the hangar bay. Martin tried to ignore the carnage as he continued driving towards the hangars, muttering curses under his breath.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Fucking god damned!” Martin yelled as he felt the shock of a stinger blasting his tires apart, sending the van swerving into curb, wrecking the vehicle. “Damn it all…” Martin uttered, clasping his wounded chest.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">  <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Give it up! Further resistance and we will not hesitate to use further lethal force! Surrender now and you will be fairly trialed by law!” a megaphone blared. “It’s over isn’t it? Father… I have been a failure… forgive me… I’m not worthy…” Martin whined in hopelessness as he reached his hand for the door handle, intending to surrender. “Wait a minute…” Martin thought to himself as he looked at the unconscious Draca through the Cargo door window behind him. “No way I’m gonna do that…” he hesitated to himself but hearing the approach of the operators closing in, he had no choice…

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin kicked down the door and started unbuckling his belt and pulled out his penis, dropping his trousers. “A quickie in the middle of a killzone… Never thought I’d live up to this day… Right, here goes.” Martin mumbled as he quickly spread open Draca’s legs and started thrusting his penis in her. “Come on… come on… COME ON!!!” Martin growled, rapidly humping her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“DRACA! I IMPART MY FORCE WITH YOU!!!” Martin roared at the top of his lungs, feeling the rush of energy flowing off his body, filling Draca’s pussy with his seed… <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;">  ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Gabriela brought the megaphone to her speaker piece and announced once more, “This is your last warning! Exit the vehicle and surrender yourself, or we will resume deadly force!” Ignoring the fact that the vehicle was shaking vigorously moments ago, she continued her announcements still.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Major, what the fuck is perp doing in the back of the van?” a rookie voiced out. Gabriela turned to him and commanded, “Shut the hell up and keep your gun up, kid!”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“You think perp is having…” rookie continued, only to be cut short by the furious Major, “You keep talking, and I will ram my fucking phone up your ass once we get this done and over with! Stay sharp and focus on the vehicle!”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Guys, stand ready!” Gabriela ordered as the vehicle started moving again, this time, more vigorously. Rookie snapped out of his thoughts and aimed down his weapon, alongside the other operators.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Ready… Steady…” Gabriela commanded.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Jesus H. Christ!” Rookie exclaimed as a draconic figure, carrying an unconscious, half naked man burst out of the roof of the van, soaring into the skies. “Fire! Fire! Take ‘em down!” Gabriela shouted, firing her LMG into the skies as the other operators followed suit, blasting hails of plasma and lead after Draca.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Damn it!” Gabriela cursed as she reached for her comms device and spoke into it, “Fleet command, this is India-3! Perpetrator alongside an unknown flier is fleeing for the hangar bay! Requesting support or advice! Over!”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“India-3, this is Fleet command, deploying pursuit drones. Over and out.” Fleet command replied. <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca felt much more invigorated than ever, feeling golden adrenaline coursing through her veins as she glided through the skies. “Is this what a true hero’s spiritual energy is like?” Draca pondered to herself. But her thoughts were cut short; she turned back, finding three silvery chrome pursuit drones tailing her, firing mini rockets, homing at her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca swerved about, skillfully dodging the projectiles, only to have more and more homing onto her. “Martin, we’re gonna make it out here alive!” she reassured to his unconscious body, ever determined in reaching the hangar bay, spiraling into a barrel roll as volleys of rockets kept flying at her.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Not good… I must do something about those drones…” Draca thought audibly.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“KA-BANG!” went a rocket as it impacted on Draca’s wings, sending her spiraling into downwards.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“It’s the end…” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca solemnly thought to herself. But then, as she continued spiraling down, a tinge of warmth sparked within her chest; overwhelming power started coursing through her as her chest begun to glow bright red. “What is this feeling?! Impossible… This power…”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca started glowing red as streams of light emanated from her body and with a blinding flash of sanguine light; an enormous crimson dragon emerged from it, emitting a majestic roar, echoing through the skies.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Power… power…” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca thought as she charged towards a drone and clawed it apart with her majestic claws, and melting the others with a blast of sun-hot breath of fire. With Martin on her back, she continued for the hangar, only to get an attention of an attack chopper, which then fired a salvo of missiles at her. Draca retaliated with a booming roar, shattering the windows of the chopper and blowing up the missiles from the air as she charged towards the choper, clawing off the thrusters and sending the chopper spiraling to its doom.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“The building’s nearby… I just gotta carry on!” 

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca crashed through the building, blasting a great breath of fire at the soldiers that attempted to stop her, melting them to slag as she thrashed around the building, desperately trying to find Martin’s ship.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Lot X-92… Dock B…” a weak voice muttered from Draca’s back.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Got it” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> She thought to herself.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca reached the ship and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and morphing back into her original form. Opening the hatch, she carried Martin in it and sat him on the co-pilot’s seat, buckling him in the seatbelt as she made it for the prominent pilot’s cockpit, adorned with bobbleheads of different characters wielding glowing swords of various colors.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“You sure… you know how to…” Martin rasped.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“I spent a lot of time reading in these 3 years. I know how to pilot these thing!” Draca replied.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Ignite the engines first… activate warp drives… throttle-“, and before Martin could continue in his weak nagging, the ship’s engines roared into mechanical life, sending the ship hovering out of the hangar bay. “Let’s do this” Draca said in a determined voice as she rammed the accelerator to max speed, blasting the ship into space as Federal fighter crafts started their pursuit.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“See you on the other side, suckers!” Draca exclaimed as she flicked the panel covering the hyperspace warp trigger and pulled it… <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">  <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin walked out of the Arizona, with a pair of goofy Christmas sweater pants he immediately found after gaining strength and looked at the valley. “This place’s your home eh?” Martin said as he took out a cigarette, and then letting out a soft, “Shit” after he discovered that his zippo was left back on Rixal in his hastily discarded trousers.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Yep, the Vanadeus valley. Where we first met, I guess…” Draca answered, flicking a small bolt of fire on her claw tip, lighting up Martin’s cigarette. Draca then looked up to the orange sunset sky and chatted, “You know, I’m not mad at you anymore. For a over three hundred years, I have always tried to find a powerful knight to be my husband… All I ever had was weaklings who falter far too easily in battle. But you, your spiritual energy and will in battle, I have never encountered before… Never did it come to me that I’d find a suitor from the vast sea of stars out there... Strange isn’t it? An alie- human from another world would fulfill my wishes…”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Exhaling tobacco smoke, Martin sat down and replied, “Yeah I guess… I didn’t thought I’d find someone like you too…” Martin then took out his smart phone and launched an application, reading it. He then reach his vest for a medal and glanced at it, before throwing it into the canyon and firing his pistol at it, shattering it into pieces. Draca stared at the falling fragments with a dumbfounded look and asked, “Why’d you do that?”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“It was my marksman medal… Used to be in the army as a sniper. Quitted because the pay sucks and there wasn’t much action. But that doesn’t matter now since we’re both officially pirates.” He replied, staring at the fallen fragments at the canyon floor. Martin stood up and walked towards the Arizona. “Well, I gotta go. Won’t want any of those Feds following you.” he continued. Draca snapped towards Martin and exclaimed, “No! Take me with you!” Martin snorted and then replied, “You sure? It’ll be arduous out there. You’re better off here.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“I’m sick of this planet! There’s no thrill of Adventure down here! That run in we had yesterday, it was exhilarating! I want to see more of this Galaxy, Martin. I want to see… more of you…” Draca pleaded.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin let out a small giggle and turned towards Draca, “Huh, just like those two guys… An intergalactic outlaw and a freak…” Draca smiled as she let out a slurred and garbled growl, pointing a thumb proudly to herself. Come on, chewie, we have a Galaxy to explore.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Draca then suddenly pressed Martin gently on the ship’s wall. “Oh, we have more than just a Galaxy to explore…” Martin blushed and let out a grin.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Now, you look silly in those pants…” <p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Luther, clad in SWAT power armor, approached the mangled corpses of Bansky and Teresa and let out a chuckle, knowing that the Galaxy is less of two pieces of scum. “Well done, kid. Nice job ratting out your friends like that.” A Hispanic accented voice came from behind, as a large figure clad in a Commander’s SWAT power armor approached.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Ma’am, we still haven’t got-“

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Yes I know… He and that freak slipped away and transformed into a… dragon.” Gabriela replied, shaking her head. Luther then looked around and then continued asking her, “How about King?”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Huh, KIA” she grunted, dragging a body in a blood stained white suit and throwing it on the ground. Removing her helmet, revealing a muscular brown skinned face with dark hair, she continued, “So kid, why’d you rat out your guys?”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Those people were scum, ma’am! They kidnap people on my planet, and sell them into slavery… These people… Must be killed!” Luther replied angrily, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. Letting out a short laughter, Gabriela replied, “So, justice eh? Never thought I’d see the day someone would enlist not because of money or authority… You kid, would make a fiiiine grunt.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Martin removed his helmet, and looked at the hole at the ceiling, combing the blue fringe that covered his green eyes and muttered:

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“I’ll find you one day, Martin Von Arlen, Draca of Vanadeus Valley…” <p class="MsoPlainText" style="border: medium none; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> ***

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Doctor, status?”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Cybernetic implants at 100% functionality, Bio-reconstruction 100%, Life signs, optimal. Subject is primed, sir.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Very good, Release subject.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“Releasing pod door… Sir, subject appears to be in extreme agitation.”

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“He seems upset about something…” <p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"GRRR... GRRR... GRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH! GONNA FIND YOU..."

<p class="MsoPlainText"> "GONNA KILL YOU!!!"