The Medic marched to the commanding bridge after a prayer or two. If he had known things could go sideways in such proportions, he would surely have chosen differently. But oh well, at least she is not alone .
"Good to see you Lar'jar, we are leaving in one hour".
The Enforcer had spoken with 16 vessels, and while he didn't need to hold positions in order to do so, it would be better to have a plan before tracing a route. His last communication ended less than an hour ago.
"Ah'kaedh", Lar'jar said his brother's name as a way to prepare him (and himself) for what was coming next.
The Enforcer furrowed his forehead.
"Yes?"
"Her name is not Barbara. It's Lance. And she is most likely going to meet a group of Bad Bloods right now".
***
[57 years ago]
"Kid, stay away from that shit!"
"I'm not even close to your work station", the Girl countered. But boy, oh boy, she was mostly curious.
"This shit could kill you. Could kill me, and everyone in a mile radius".
Like everyone in that team, Asher earned his name. He was a combat specialist, yes, but his best work was making things disappear into nothingness: an expert in explosives. A mean, creative, highly knowledgeable, workaholic, clever, expert. In explosives. Asher.
***
[present time, 5 hours before the fateful communication between Lar'jar and Ho'kan]
"Jesus, I've hunting fucking Predators across the last decades. But... you know, it kinda makes sense. How else those fuckers in the Blackmarket would get dangerous species".
She sounded almost disappointed in herself for only figuring out the obvious now.
"So, have you changed your mind?"
"Of course not. I just need a different plan".
"Different plan?"
"Yes. It needs to..." she made a fluid movement with her arms. "To flow... naturally".
"Are you serious now?", the Young-Blood turned his whole body in her direction.
Hold your tongue, Fer-de-Lance. He is thrice your size.
"Yes. Try to think like this: it's not about how many moving parts it has, it's more about how many parts you will need to interfere with in order to make it work. You know?"
"No".
"You are not helping. Ok... so, slaves, they use them for sex... and?"
"They are savages with them".
Ho'kan had experienced that savagery first hand. He had been rape as a form of dominance, of revenge upon a society that had cast them out. But the slaves had it much worse. Not because of the intensity of the act, but because the Bad Bloods never lost interest in them.
"But it was here that I understood why they were so... subdued".
"They are probably drugging them".
"Did you know?"
"It's a well known form of controlling sexual slaves. It's disgusting, but humans have known that for generations."
"I wonder why those mercenaries didn't have any of those drugs with them".
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Boundless
FanfictionThirty-nine years after leaving behind the hellhole at Sezei, Ah'kaedh has come to terms with the fact that he will never find his Girl. Moving on is not easy, and his path has been painted with the red of all the human mercenaries he has been hunti...
