The Human(a), were now, under the command of Heleija. A female military officer who answered to Noby, her commander in chief. THEY were also and had been close friends for a long time.

Before they joined the military. Training together and spending a lot of time overall in the same units had kept them close.

Physically, mentally and here now, she had gone to report to him when she discovered he was totally exhausted.

Unable to move? Yes, unable to move. Seldom had she seen him this bad. True he could get drunk, could overdo things military wise BUT this?

Looking around, for some water or at least a vessel, to put some water in, she spotted one lying on the floor next to his recline.

As, she bent down, to pick it up, she saw, what appeared to be, a note of sorts. Well a note, that was on closer inspection, attached to some ? Used panties.

Out on patrol, she had NOT known about Lips.The note was a shock, a total shock and, as she read its contents, there was a fury, an inner rage building.

Nips, had been treacherous. Leaving behind some incriminating evidence to point the finger at him. If he had been feeling rather stupid Helieija would make sure

A used, pair of her panties, left with a note, thanking him, for making it easy for her to find those weapons? If he chose to return her panties, he would be most welcomed to do so. That on reflection was highly unlikely?

She had realized, that under his command, they would be too well organized. He was she knew, a more than capable, in many ways, commander. These were, what the Human(a) called ‘crack troops’. The Elite.

When, she found out, who the hell this Nips was? Those in close proximity to her,  were feeling the after burn from her all out rage. HE was cursing, that dammed note ?
Attached to a pair of her used panties, something Heleija kept shoving in his face.

She only stopped, after realising they were damp and sticky, ah yes the word ‘USED’? They had finished and she, had wiped his pride and joy on them. Something Heleija took great delight, in reminding him about.

Tippet was a nosey b’stard. One of them by the rule book types who would always seek to find ways of stirring up trouble for those around him. A regular military cleric, a nobody to everybody else he still could cause trouble.

For the duration of their presence here he would be sitting back taking things easy. In return he would NOT be saying anything about that NOTE provided Noby was NOT in charge. She had to be and he was to stand down.

After this ‘tour of duty’ he was retiring. Some tensions eased, as she now took over.
The desire, to seek retribution using what Lips had done by confronting the locals.
Make it clear they would receive punishment for what she had done.

Helped by a few executions of those responsible for the disappearance of the Colonists? The bodies had not been recovered. THUS a charge, of them, having been murdered, was difficult to prove.

Noby? Angered he might have been, but Heleija was desiring some Lips one on one, something she found, was getting her juices flowing. That whore ? The moment they met it  would be give and take, Lips would be giving and after she had given her the desired LIP service, she, would rip her ucking head of.

Helija, was no sweet and cuddly warm blooded feline. It had been tough for her  getting to the rank that she now enjoyed. OK she had shagged a few to get the promotions BUT! 

Well they do say, don’t they, nothing worse, than a woiman scorned. Or is it Hell, hath no fury, like a woman scorned; ah yes that was it.

She was seething with rage. Mixed with frustration. She needed her spies to bring back some information in particular, that whore’s where abouts.

Her spies knew, that whore, had a bounty on her head, dead but preferably; alive.

The Zealot commander Bola, had taken one of the new Zealots and made her his concubine.

Mij knew, the moment he had dragged her into his private domicile making sure they were alone what she could expect.

Kinnapped and sold, to the ‘faith’ whoremongers she was not a Zealot. No choice but to accept her faith or end up in a whore house. At least here she had a chance of escaping OR so she thought.

Truth, was very different. ANY caught attempting that would have their bones broken and their hearts fed to the drix (dogs).
At least tonight, he was not in the mood, to carry out, the full
extent of his perversions, let alone beatings, torture and rape.

Tomorrow, was going to be, where they attacked the locals, unleashing hell. Rape, pillaging, killing on a massive scale by a raging mob. Trampling down all in their path, in their wake.

He took her, shoved her clothing up around her waist before tearing any other clothing from her.

Almost naked, he savagely raped her. Finally, shoving her to one side, as he stumbled over, to the recline fo collapse on it. Within a short time, he was fast asleep.

Gathering up her clothing and now dressing, as good as she could manage, she left. Slipping out past the bodies fast asleep or the unfortunate ones, beaten maimed, butchered.

The stench, was beginning to get putrid. Glad to get into the forest area losing that as she carefully followed what looked to be a pathway?

She, had been observed. The male watched, as she was now, a short distance, from where he was hidden. She was certainly eye catching. The red in this forest area was NOT a good idea on her part, or parts.What, was she up to? Alone here a night; not the wisest of decisions. Was she crazy?

He now saw her stop, the sound of cracking branches trodden underfoot. Following behind her?
She quickened her pace as she now felt HIM, in front of her, his hands, grabbing at her, pulling her down.
“Stay quiet”  he hissed in her ear.

Her body, pulled downwards and his hand now gripping her, pulling her towards an open hatch. Into the hole in the ground as he shut the hatch behind them.

Stopping, pausing on the steps to put his hand on her mouth.
Quietly she stood there until finally he moved taking her down the steps to an open area.

Lighting, and that meant, they could now see each other. He gasped. Her looks, her body and he was not of course puzzled by her being there, being here?

Over tea, some while later he had found out so much about her. She too had realized he was spying for the locals on the Zealots.

Criza, was a sturdy well built lad. He was one of Zin’s best friends. Trained by him and more than capable of achieving what he was sent to.do. HER presence however was a gift from the ‘Gods’. What she knew about the encampment was revealing a helluva lot of valuable information.

If, she was worried, about being returned to them? The reply was short, succinct and to the point. “NO., well unless you want to go back’” He had grinned, she had scowled. “We need to get out of here and get to the others to warn them about what the Zealots will be doing first light.”

Packing up, a small pack, with some essentials, he gave her a warm coat. Carefully he lifted the hatch, for them to slip up and out into the cool night air.

The hatch closed and covered, they moved off, with her, carefully following, close to him. The ground, could be treacherous, with roots, sticking up, out of the ground, or across their path, to have the unwary, easily catch their foot in them.

Once or twice, he had stumbled with her doing likewise on occasion. Finally arriving at an encampment. A small off the village secured area. Criza introduced Mij to Obe who now took her to see their elders.

The information was invaluable. They rounded up some of their militia. Zin had joined them with Shai and Kobi. Much amusement at the sight  of him fawning over Shai.

The Zealot camp, would be attacked first light before they even left the camp. Some light cannons had been loaded onto some of the low riders.

The Cflen, had told them they would not get involved BUT that was actually a lie. Se Jai had been with a patrol when it had been attacked. The assailants had provided a much welcomed snack for the b’stard spawn of the BEAST.

THEY were Human(a) but Zealots. Rare VERY VERY rare to have come across them. The Matsupa their masters, hated with a vengeance, the Human(a).

Fanatics, such as these could be found everywhere.
The Karens and Kevins, were not to be denied joining the ‘faith’. Entitlement was entitlement and thus they ended up with the batch of Zealots on patrol.

The moment the b’stard spawn of the BEAST had smelt them? They were a delicious snack. The others with them, NOT Human(a) had opened fire and KILLED one of the Cflen.

A female called Zipan. Se Jai was beyond rage. They had been close friends for a long, long time. Now these Zealot fanatics had killed her.

The b’stard spawn of the BEAST, were ordered to protect their masters. Gorging was allowed. The ten Zealots, were torn apart, with relish, well not sauce per sae,  but still red..

NOW Zin and the others, heard the arrival of craft from the Cflen.
A meeting taking place and they would be joining them against the Zealots.

Elsewhere IT smiled. The ever increasing noise was now almost deafening....