Chronicle of the Unknown Sector. (#Wattys2015)

Part 30: Operation Strangle (Phase 3).

Several weeks of mop-up operations consisting of hunting down Ravener dens and packs in the lush rain-forests of Ysel, Pablo's army of united races under the Serpent banner utilizing blitz style attacks eliminating the disarrayed beasts along with the fair imprisonment of Ravoids who were fighting without being under mental procession, under Pablo's direct orders for those who willingly surrender must be treated accordingly.

With the influx of prisoners being looked over by medical teams to note and study the mental chemistry from the effects of Ravener control, so too did the number of replacement troops from the now free-minded Ravoids enlisted stating they wanted to make amends of actions they had no control and demanding of justice out of the purging of their former masters.

Word began to arise that another Ravoid leader on Ysel was head of a cult devoted to the worship of their natural evolved brethren, even worse was that further information indicated they'd kidnap from the native towns and villages into forcing the evolutionary process via mutation compounds. To Pablo the final objective of their mission on Ysel was to first find and destroy these labs of which the compounds were being manufactured, second being to track down the whereabouts of the cult and resolve it with the last objective to him personally being the elimination of the Ravoid leader. 

Approaching mid-day Washira wandered her way into the Command centre taking long glances at the men within who're focused on their tasks and duties, "Such a dull atmosphere yet so many good looking men." she uttered in her normal tone of mischief with Pablo swerving his chair around shortly after "Oh, didn't notice you there Pablo. You didn't hear any of that did you?" she later added going from acting surprised to stern interrogation.

"Every word of it Washira, you know I didn't call you here for pick out a bed-mate for this evening. I have an assignment, one that only your expertise can handle best in." Pablo explained motioning her to take up a seat as he swirled his chair back round, upon her sitting down he brought up an image of the Ravoid cult leader.

The image itself causing Washira to holding up her hands like she were framing a photograph tilting her head side to side flicking her tail every few moments, "This is your target." Pablo stated causing her to peer at him letting out a 'huh' composed of interest, curiosity and amusement.

"So what am I do?" Washira asked relaxing back in her chair crossing her legs and placing her hands behind her head.

"Extraction of information by any means then elimination of the target upon gatherings completion, this man is the last major threat related to Raveners on this Planet. That's why I'm assigning you this task." Pablo explained keeping his attention fixed towards her observing every movement, Washira herself seeming unconvinced by what she heard causing him to smirk.

"How about this, you get this job done. Anything you find of value is yours so long as it's not personally related to your target, even though he is an enemy we must remain respectful." this in turn creating the spark she needed letting out a heartful chuckle of amusement.

"Now that's more on my train of thought, alright you got yourself a deal. It should take me a day or two to dig up what you need, this is going to be so much fun." being her answer letting out a wide teethly grin revealing her fangs whilst stroking her own tail between her fingers. "I had better get to it then, ta ta now." she exited teasingly passing by Gab along the way who in turn gazed at Pablo.

Remainder of the day the married couple spent overlooking documents and battlefield reports with one medical finding striking them as interesting, the document in question revealed the information that Ravoid's who were formed by methods of mutation can not procreate, this discovery sent Pablo into a mental train of thought and theory closing his eyes whilst folding his arms. "This information does support the statistics of kidnappings, high Slave trading and disappearances. With no means to produce offspring the Ravoids who were forced to those states from the get go, meaning there's a prison camp holding the victims against their will." he spoke aloud reopening his eye shortly after turning his chair round facing outward to the landscape, "Hope we aren't too late." he added in a lower volumed tone.