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Voge cast his eyes over it, it was definitely the figure of a male? Huge, well built and muscular. Similar, he thought to a giant Urowq, the biggest ugliest you could imagine!
Yet this? Almost twice the size of one of them.
No weapons visible. On seeing him with Trime it had changed its mind, about pursuing his crew! It trundled towards him, he took aim and fired. Behind the figure, the crew, had also decided, with its back turned to them, it made sense to target it, with their weapons!
Their weapons had no effect. Injure it, maim it, NOTHING!
It didn’t flinch ! Huge hands picked Voge up. slapped his body, to coin the appropiate terminology best describing what was now taking place? He was being slammed around like a rag doll, mercilessly against the bulkhead; repeatedly, with Trime, cowering in the corner watching.
Voge’s body, felt the seering pain, the crunch of bones and the blood, pouring, no spurting; from his torn and beaten body. Then a pause, before hands, placed each side of his head, next to his ears, vice like grip. A twist of his head, a distinct crack and Voge was dead!
Blocking Trime’s view, it turned towards the troopers, it’s hands ripped off Voge’s head like a tear in paper; throwing it at them, followed by his lifeless, headless torso! They scattered screaming! Into the pod. Throwing out the head! Hastily shutting the hatch.
Ejecting the pod from the main ship, to vanish into space at speed!
The figure turned towards Trime, it gently picked her up, as the slave band fell off her, he softly smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. Carrying her, IT walked into the next compartment, where other Bexians had been released.
Trime was handed to them, carefully placed in the arms of a Ketlet.
“ I prayed he would come for me, he would take vengeance for me “ she paused,
“ Longshanks “ The female, sat down with Trime on her lap.
“Longshanks” Trime murmured as she closed her eyes to fall asleep.
Ah yes the one from Tolgani the ‘book of legends’.
Whatever it was in front of them, vanished.
The craft they were aboard was now under the Bexians control. They, debated on what to do next! To return to Bexes would be crazy! The Jogarth, would be searching for this vessel!
Only one solution, seemed sensible. Head for the Psemon Empire and ask for asylum?
Help at the very least!
The engines suddenly came to life. Some of the Bexians were looking at the control units as the navigational units flashed with lights. They had NO idea let alone any control over what was happening.
Wherever they, had wanted to go, was now, out of their control! Had the Jogarth, taken over the vessel by remote control?
Dram had been feeling the same lack of control! This time over the sudden lack of response from the systems, on their vessel. They were panicking, attempting to reactivate them, when suddenly, four Jogarth battle cruisers entered the space around them.
Game over? It seemed like it. The voice of the Jogarth Commander echoed across the ship, “You WILL surrender to the might of the Jogarth Empire, submit yourselves or be destroyed.”
Charging their weapon arrays, Raptor moved forward when a figure appeared in front of Nathan, it was Kiato!! “ Stand down, all weapons on your ships immediately, do not engage them, you WILL, submit to the Jogarth Imperial or suffer the consequences “
Choices? Not a bit of it!
Aboard the captured craft and all of the remaining craft other than the Jogarth vessels, the systems shut down one after another. The Raptors defences and systems locked out, completely off line and it was clearly ‘All defence systems disabled!’
The Jogarth warships moved closer, the Commander’s lips broke into a smile, another major victory for the mighty Jogarth ! He had the images, of his incapacitated fleet, of enemy vessels, carefully leaving out the Jogarth vessel, sent to Princess Isabellini.
Watching, smiling, she had baited the trap and, they had walked, straight into it!
She, had tucked the four heavily armed battle craft, behind the meteor cluster, holding them back, until the final moment, she looked at the mighty Raptor.
Now still and motionless, its pale form softly lit against the star cluster of Omirco.
Hers for the taking! Ordering the commander to board Raptor and to bring the slave Nathan to her, he was NOT to be harmed, just secured.
“I, will have great pleasure, torturing you, playing with you and, having you, as my personal slave.! All of the Qiverse, will enjoy, the bought and paid for, viewing of you pleasuring me.”
The delight of knowing she had some power over Cistera? Maybe she, would surrender Soniette and Dram, for her beloved? There is nothing, like those, who are so confident, that they are so blind, they cannot see?
Wrapped up in her fantasy world, the delicious thought, of taking him, riding him, as her prize stallion, was already clouding her vision, let alone her judgement. Her fingers were too busy elsewhere, to be taking notice of, what was unfolding; well other than her panties now discarded.
The Jogarth troops readied themselves, loading up armfuls of slave bands they didn’t see the strange craft around them, or the figures, entering the ships.
Strange dark and deformed creatures that now appeared within the corridors.
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