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Chapter 9 The Hunt Begins

Banal was irritated at the reception he had received from the blockade. Not only did they refuse his first set of Ident’s they gave him a lukewarm greeting at best. That probably meant that Issa had reached Histon 8 before him. Where she was going to be a priority so he could deal with her. Risia would be leading up the search for the heretics, Luxis was leading up the primitive tribes of Histon 8 leaving Issa to himself.

“What are you plotting Issa?”

Banal wished he wasn’t in the dark so much, there were so many holes in his information, and he honestly had some doubts about the information that Lord Brickwall had provided him. It was information that he couldn’t ignore. Which those who used the information would probably know.

It was frustrating, to say the least, that he had to worry about the political aspect in all of this. The radicals wanted to use the psyker, and the puritans want her dead. It would be a long day, and his team would be splitting up to handle things around Histon 8.

A sigh escaped his lips, relaxing back Banal lifted up the information he had. The naval commander had been less than cooperative when he had asked for information on other Inquisitors. Only other time someone was so combative with an Inquisitor was when another Inquisitor was in play.

“Issues Master?”

Banal offered a slight nod before turning to face Risia. She was in her usual body suit but had a pack as well. It wasn’t uncommon for Risia to do her own missions on his behalf, but as much as Banal had been fighting it, he couldn’t stop the worry that was building in him. He had allowed himself to become attached to her and it was becoming a problem.

“The issue is where to start. I have to track down Issa while you try to find the heretics and the gateway they are trying to open.”

A curt nod came from Risia as she was serious about her duties. She was allowed to have feelings still and look up to him. Where he had to stay detached and withdrawn knowing that he would have to send one of his members into a position that would kill them possibly.

“What are my orders if I come across Issa, master?” Banal had to pause at that. He wanted to tell her to eliminate her, but he had some doubts about her ability to kill Issa. Risia was a well-trained fighter, but Issa was a foe that did not like to fight directly or fair. The fair part was what concerned Banal, Risia was a very by the book sort, and he could see her falling prey to Issa quickly. “Do not engage unless you’re sure Solorin and yourself could get the upper hand on her.” Solorin was a different type of fighter altogether between the two of them he was sure they could take Issa on.

It was apparent that Risia did not like Solorin that much. The feline constantly got into fights with the large space marine and still did not understand that made Solorin heckle her, even more, to get that reaction out of her. “Yes, master I will not fail in my mission to find the gateway or bring that heretic to the Emperor’s judgment.”

Banal gave a nod as he stood and walked around his desk to face Risia. “Work with Solorin he has a lot of experience and has been in the Deathwatch. You have been on a lot of missions with me, but this one is different. Stay by his side and try to work together.” He could see that his words conflicted with her. It was a bit of a blow to her pride to have him tell her to trust another, also to trust someone that was vastly different than her.

“Yes, master.”

It was evident that she would agree, but he wondered how she was dealing with it inside. Something he had very little control over. “Good now go and join Solorin in the cutter and find me that gateway. I have to get Luxis to the front lines and then start the hunt in earnest myself.

Luxis was already waiting at the door when Banal had said that. How long he had been there who knew, but Risia snapped to attention and put her fist to her chest offering a small bow to Banal. “Ave Emperor!” and turned and left. Luxis came in after she left fixing his uniform, he lacked the exaggerated seriousness that Risia still had, but that was the difference when you had time and experience. Risia was still relatively new to the scene compared to Luxis.

“She looks serious.” Banal rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “It’s an important task, and she wants to impress me.” The taller tiger just shook his head as he sat. “It is hard to believe I was once like that.” A laugh came from Banal, something rare. “I was like that too. If she can live long enough, she will turn into the jaded scrap of flesh that we have become.” Luxis cocked an eyebrow giving his last glove a tug to force his fingers all the way in. “You are quite cynical today. Solorin hit a nerve with you and her?” A pause came and then a heavy sigh as Banal sat back down in his chair and pushed back. “Perhaps, which only confirms my fear that I have been doing this for far too long.”
Luxis hemmed and gave a long look “You and me both my friend. After this, I think I will put in for something with a little less exciting.”

Risia walked with a stiff gaunt keeping her sea bag over her shoulder and glaring at any who would approach her. She did not want to have Solorin along for this but would not go against her master's wishes.

It grated her to think that her master thought she needed to be babysat. Though Solorin’s words rang in her ears stating that he cared for her too. A flush came to her, even though she was scowling, and she stopped and rubbed her face angrily. Dealing with these emotions was something she was not used to. “Are you fucking kidding me!” she huffed and then went into the bay to load up into the shuttle.

Solorin was already there doing checks as he offered a wide grin throwing his arms wide. “Risia give me a hug!” The feline just scowled and stormed by. “No Solorin, I am not h….” Her feet leaving the ground as she kicked about feeling the giant space marine gave her a bear hug making her gasp out at the shear strength that the marine could exert. Risia leaned forward and threw her head back head butting the larger wolf in the chin, missing his nose, and regretted it. It felt like she just struck her head on a plascreet wall! A hefty laugh bellowed out before she was put back down.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to do that!” It infuriated her to no end, but that was half the reason Solorin did it. “Till you give in and make it not as fun.” A wink coming from the large marine. That’s when he went into the shuttle and started to suit up. Servitors were working on putting his plate, and slowly he took on the familiar look that made him the angel of death that most knew. His armor was flat gunmetal grey with no icons denoting heritage, something that Banal had said not to delve into. It was one thing to banter with him it was something entirely different to be on his bad side.

Once he was fully suited up, he stood having to slouch to fit in the small shuttle. His bolter and chain ax secured to the wall. “Do you know how to fly a shuttle, little one?” Risia huffed a bit slipping into the pilot seat. “Well enough to scare a Marine like you.” The shuttle was Solorin’s personal craft, and the seats were made for his size. Risia looked rather small in the large seat as she started to finish up with prechecks.

Solorin grinned giving over the controls “Do not disappoint me.” He said keeping that cocky smirk on his face. Eventually, the shuttle shot out of Banal’s ship into the darkness of space, thousands of naval ships orbited Histon 8, this was a war on a grand scale, and the world itself was valuable to the Imperium as a whole. It was a hive city of production and souls. It provided raw materials such as rare metals, fluids, and bodies to feed the war machine. Not only that but the solar was a major jump point for fleet transitions.


Risia was focused on just getting clearance through the cluster of ships and debris. The battle for orbit had been a harsh one. Hundreds of ships floated, gutted by orbital defenses and right now hordes of smaller ships were caring out the task of salvaging what they could from the ships that were listing lifeless in the void. Small objects and even bodies floated, all of them a danger to a small shuttle like this.

It was a lot worse than the reports stated. The fighting was a lot heavier than expected and whoever had originally planned the invasion paid for it. “Hive center command alpha, this is Inquisitional Craft Zulu Beta Five on approach. Please stand down all weapon systems.” Solorin was listening in as well, having put his helm on. “IC ZB you have clearance, please be advised you will be crossing contested airspace over the southern hive.” Risia frowned as the last report had said this would be a secured pathway. “Roger command request permission to divert to the secondary path.” Static filled the mic before the reply was given. “Negative IC ZB secondary is compromised stay on the Alpha path. Heavy AA has moved to the Bravo path and airspace is firmly controlled by the heretics.”

Solorin was already getting up out of his seat retrieving his gear from the back. “Inquisitor it is your call, I smell a trap.” Risia had to agree, this seemed very suspicious, but she thought back on Banal giving her this mission. “We stay the course Solorin.” She added stubbornly. She was not about to back out “I will have to show you those pilot skills that you were asking about.” The feline offering a coy smirk of her own as she took the shuttle down through two battleships working her way into the atmosphere. “Alpha Command, we are on approach.”

A sharp rattle was the first to hit the shuttle. Fire rolling over the view portals of the shuttle as it worked through re-entry. Visibility was limited, so all they had was onboard navigation to guide them in till the shaking leveled off, and the dirty grey and brown world of Histon 8 came into view. The hive was massive, spanning what use to be a whole continent. The seas having long ago been polluted or sucked dry to feed the machines of the huge cities. There were two on this world. Hive alpha and hive bravo. The rest were savage tribes that roamed the wastes fighting for the meager resources that were available.

“She is a beaut,” Solorin commented looking out the window. Smoke billowed out of the massive hive city. Some, from war some from the mega-factories that worked tirelessly to produce the materials needed to run large-scale wars. One part of the city was just gone. The carcass of a massive destroyer strewn across the city having been brought low by one of the defenses. “If you say so.” Risia was raised on an agricultural world. The sight of such things like hive cities sickened her to some degree.

Coming in at standard altitude she made her way to the command point held by imperial forces. The gauges were quiet for now, but she was keen to keep her eyes open to all warning signs. She did not want to be taken by surprise. It was about halfway into her descent that the first warning signs flared up and gave an indication that something was amiss.

The lock was following her from a section of the city that should have been secured, and it had a dual lock meaning more than location was watching her. “Is that friendly?” She asked Solorin who was tapping on the console in front of him. “If it is they are not responding to our Ident codes. It’s an old ZS-23, so if we raise up to sixty thousand feet, we should be able to outrun the missiles.” Risia agreed already raising back into sub-orbit height. “Very stubborn, missiles away.” Risia banked the craft so she could look down out her port window seeing the contrails already corkscrewing up towards them. It wasn’t like the tales pilots always said, the sudden and fast maneuvers and the heart-pounding race was a thing of fiction. This was the reality of it, “Three seconds.” Solorin said keeping his eye on the doppler that was giving information on the speed and trajectory of the missiles. Risia flipped on her countermeasures sending radar signals back to the radars putting her craft about five miles off course. “They taking the bait?” A second went by before Solorin nodded “They are diverting course.”

The coagulators making sure the missiles thought the ship was well away from where they were and sure enough she watched the contrails strike up and explode well away from the ship. “Alpha Command this is IC ZB reporting shots fired at our current cords. If this is from friendlies, please call off your dogs.” She then switched channels. “Banal we have been engaged over…..” The ship suddenly rocked violently jarring Risia so hard that she lost her grip on the stick.

It was a few seconds before she regained her senses. “What the fuck was that!?” Looking out her starboard porthole she gasped seeing most of her starboard wing was just gone. Smoke billowed out as fuel left the craft on fire leaving a contrail of burning petrol. “Banal we are hit, something snuck in on us and we don….” Another detonation but this time she was able to see what it was. The mine came into view, the small floating craft that zeroed in and diverted to ram itself into the fusel lodge. The explosion opened a hole into the shuttle making it violently decompress.

“Mines! BANAL THEY HAVE MINES WE ARE GOING DOWN OVER AREA 12!” The mines were micro munitions that were stealth enhanced to avoid detection. Risia didn’t have time to wonder who’s they were as the shuttle rattled and shook. Her helmet she had on keeping the decompression from killing her, but she would have to worry about bringing the shuttle down in one peace.

Instruments screamed at her and Solorin was bracing in his seat. The view was a blur of spinning and rotating allowing her to see the ground than space than the ground. One of the windows came lose and got sucked away making the rush of wind deafen her to the point she couldn’t even hear her own voice. Solorin was making hand gestures to indicate that the radar sites were locked back on and more missiles were away.

Clever whoever they were. Forcing the shuttle to an altitude that would put the craft into the mines and now that the ship was damaged and going down the missiles could finish it off. A little bit of panic came into her mind not knowing what to do other than hanging on for the ride. The shuttle was not responding to any of her commands and shuttles didn’t have ejection seats. “Emperor, guide me to do your will.” Her voice a little shaky before she felt something. Looking up she saw Solorin moving over her. His massive frame covering her as he started to slam his arms back tearing apart the cockpit. Metal flew about till he reached down to grab at her seat. Fingers curling on at the base as he strained arching back.

“Solorin what are you doing!” Risia screamed out and then gasped as the seat tore away. With nothing to hold onto the seat, Risia and Solorin were sucked out of the spiraling ship. Risia could see it pinwheeling away and a contrail coming up to meet it. An explosion bloomed from the impact and raining parts of the shuttle down over the city. That’s when she saw that they were much closer to the ground then she had expected. Solorin shifted still holding on to her seat hugging it to him creating almost a metal coffin about her. One side was Solorin in his full armor and to her back the armored seat of the shuttle.

The wind was even louder outside of the shuttle as the pair fell through the sky. “Emperor protects!” Risia screamed out. The first impact was on Solorin’s side. His body smashed into one of the large buildings crashing through the roof and slamming into the innards of the spire. The violent jerk almost forced Risia to lose consciousness. The next one was against her seat as the weight of the pair crashed through another level of the spire. Throughout all of this, Solorin did not loosen his grip. The space marine held her like a mother would a cub weathering the worst of it. The sound of glass shattering sounded out as they exited the spire and continued to fall, striking another roof until Risia saw a massive cathedral open up to them. It had to be ten stories tall, and the floor was not a subfloor but a support floor. Robust and reinforced with plascreet and steel forcing Risia to clench her eyes shut just before Solorin smashed into the ground hard. That was the last thing Risia experienced, the jarring and violent stop of the pair hitting the ground before she went out.

Banal watched the screen as he saw the shuttle Ident faded from the screen. His jaws clenched firmly keeping quiet trying to decide the correct course of action. After a bit, he turned to the nearest comms expert. “Get me the naval commander online at once as well as radio Luxis and see if he has any recovery teams he can trust to confirm or recover them.” The female human nodded putting a headset to her ear and relaying out the instructions. “Transfer it to my cabin.” Was all Banal said before heading to his private quarters.

Once there he slumped and pulled his coat off. “Issa if you are behind this I swear I will kill you with my own two hands!” and then threw his jacket across the room. This reeked of a trap, something Issa would set up though he didn’t have any proof yet. Atmospheric mines were not something that everyone had access to. On the bright side though now Banal had a breadcrumb trail to start with. If Issa did have her paws in this, he could find out who placed the mines and go from there.

“Sir, we have the vice admiral of the fleet on comms.” Banal picked up his data slate and activated the viewer. “Inquisitor what do I..” Banal interrupted “I am on my way to talk with you directly do not leave your ship, Vice Admiral.” He then turned off the data slate tossing it to the side, touching the comm panel on the wall. “Prepare my cutter, I am going to the vice admirals ship. Put an order that no one is to approach my cutter or I will have my ships open fire on them.” He hadn’t felt this upset in a long time. In a way, it felt good to have the fire burning through his veins again. Clicking the comms off he tossed his coat back on, buckling it up and even made sure to grab his cover and his Inquisitional seal. “Be alive, Risia. We have work to do.” With that, he stormed out of his quarters.

Banal was received on the admiral’s ship with haste, and he decided it was time to play the part. Without a word he disembarked and walked into the hallways ignoring the protests of the staff that was trying to set up a proper reception for Banal. He brought his own people who followed behind quietly, knowing that their master was in a foul mood.

Eventually, a nervous male feline officer stumbled up next to him “My lord if you will just wait we can give you a proper ceremony and get things ready!” A scowl forced his scared face to scrunch up. “Just take me to the admiral.” Seeing the Inquisitor's face, he quickly added: “Very well my lord, right this way.”

It took a decent amount of time to get to the bridge where the admiral was. He was a very wired and grizzled feline with more grey hair than dark. His eyes were dull, and he had a perpetual look of exhaustion about him. “Inquisitor Banal may I ask what is so important that you would cause such a stir on my ship?”

“I will ask the questions, Vice Admiral, or you will be taken into custody. You have rank here, but you are not above the inquisition. Now tell me what Issa had you do?”

To the credit of the admiral, he did not balk or flinch at the threat. “Very well shall we retire to my personal quarters?” His tone a little bit softer but his walk stiff as he started to head off the ship. “Secure the bridge.” Was all Banal said to his followers before following the admiral into his personal quarters attached to the bridge.

The quarters were lined with the admiral’s achievements as well as rare items like a war trophy’s. Wood lined his shelves and walls, polished to a high shine as he offered a chair to the Inquisitor and then sat.

“Why was my ship attacked?” Banal cut straight to the chases as he stayed standing. His arms crossed and a scowl forcing the skin about his bionics to pull tight.

The Admiral opened up his blouse and loosened his collar before pulling out a glass of asmeac. The amber liquor pouring in a glass before he poured another offering it to Banal. “Because I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place Inquisitor. If I deny Issa her request, I’m a heretic, and if I deny your request, I’m a traitor. “

Banal relaxed some as this was an unexpected turn with the admiral. The feline taking a sip of his drink as he put his bolter on the table. “You will have your choice with what to do with me, but I must, by all laws, obey you both correct? Please sit I will not fight your judgment but let me have my drink before you execute me.” It took a bit for Banal to relax and frown sitting and taking up the glass.

“So you do not deny putting the traps out for my team?” The admiral took a long pull of his drink and sighed “Not directly, but I was told to pull out of section 12 and give it over to Issa. She is running operations in that sector. I was skeptical of your authority when you first arrived but I received communications from Lord Brickwall confirming your authority, and that’s when I knew that I was stuck in the center of this mess.”

Banal listened and hemmed leaning back trying to re-evaluate the situation. He could appreciate the position that the admiral was in. “Very well. You can start by first telling me who would have had to be contacted directly to make this work? I need a blood trail to track Issa down.”

“May I first ask as to what sort of in-house fight I have gotten myself into? If you are going to put me into a position where I will most likely have to be killed, I would at least like to know why. Call it feline curiosity.”

It took Banal a few moments to think about the risks. “If I do, I want you on my team, that means if Issa makes a move to contact you or you have information you will relay it to me.” The admiral nodded “Very well, if that is your command.” He shifted refilling his glass.

Banal went over what he needed to make sure not to give anything that he could relay to Issa. He covered that a person of interest was being held by the collie and she was deemed a heretic That they were worried she was going to be used to bring ruin to the world and that Issa wanted to develop her into a weapon. He focused on emphasizing that Issa will just use whoever she wants and let them be thrown to the wolves as long as she gets what she wants, and she was not doing things that fit the Emperor’s wishes.

The admiral listened before he spoke his mind. “I got that feeling from her. She is a predator, one that likes to toy with her prey that is. I will say this I agree with you on this aspect so you will have my support. If I am to die doing the Emperor’s work I’ll be on the puritan’s side.”

“I see that you have some experience with the inquisition. Let’s start with giving me, and my team names of everyone she interacted with and I will try to track her down. We do not have the power to officially label her a rebel due to politics, but she is not doing the emperor’s will and needs to be stopped.” It was a nice turn of events to have the vice admiral work with him like this. It would have been the only way to save his life at this point, but he couldn’t simply kill him for following an order from the inquisition without knowledge of what was going on.

Standing Banal offered his hand to the vice admiral “I would like an immediate dispatch of a recovery team to see if my people are still alive in sector 12. I will be leaving some of my men here to interview everyone that had interactions with Issa and go over files.” The admiral stood and took his hand shaking it firmly. “And let this be your warning, if I find out that you collaborate with Issa again I will make sure you are labeled a heretic. I personally want to interview the ones responsible for placing the mines and pulling the trigger on my people though. That is not negotiable.”

“It will be done, Inquisitor. Ave Imperator.”


Issa let her footfalls land harshly on the deck plate of the ship she was on. She needed to report in and was heading to the comms unit of her ship. Coming in she looked to her coms expert “Get me central.” A coms conscript quickly pulled up the channel and then handed the headset to her. “Leave.” Taking the conscripts seat, she put in her ident code before speaking.

“Ave Imperator, this is magenta bravo class six please respond.”

Issa kept the headset pressed to one ear as she idly tapped the counter of the workstation. Sometimes communications could be spotty between her and her contacts, but eventually, she heard. “Ave Imperator Magenta bravo please report.”

“I was able to confirm Banal is at Histon 8 and took the bait. By now he would have found the first little bread crumbs I left that should keep him running about and out of our hair.” The static crackled for a little bit. She could hear the repeating pattern of the encryption securing the connection. Issa was counting the time it took to reply which would usually give her a rough estimate of where the relay was. Eventually, a crackling reply came back. “Very good how long do you think it will be before he catches on that you are not on Histon 8 anymore?” That was hard. Banal was a hard man, and one to peruse leads no matter how small they were. She hemmed before responding. “Unsure, best guess would be two to four months if the Admiral plays his part right and feeds him all the information I left him.”

Issa smirked as the Admiral didn’t even know she was on the planet anymore. She knew he would be willing to work with Banal, so she made sure to leave plenty of breadcrumbs to keep him busy. “Very well. Proceed to the next part of the plan. Meet up with the next contact and arrange the attack. Do you have an estimate of how long the package has been in the warp?”

The warp was a fickle place at the best of times though if things worked out well, it should be a decently high ratio. “My best estimate would be two months have gone by here so if my navigator does its job right six months should have passed in the warp. When they come out of warp, the contact will attack the ship and remove the package and transport her back into our care. There we can get her to a facility for proper training and testing.”

Static was a bit longer on this one “Please explain to us why you need her to stay in the warp for so long? Why not just have her transition and start the attack. It will look like she was killed on the ship and then we can get the Puritans off our trail.“ A slow smirk came across her muzzle as she responded. “I need her to grow a bit of a backbone. Military training is going to set her up better for the conditioning to come. That and it is a bit of a punishment to her and one of my cohorts.” The response was a bit forced “Do not deviate from the plan Issa, we allowed this request but do not toy with fate. When she is recovered, she is to be brought to the facility in haste. Have her doppler planted in the wreckage and be done with it.”

Issa knew when to not push things with her command. “Ave Imperator, it will be done.” And she clicked off the radio and sighed. She had so much more to do, and the constant back and forth with command was slowing her down. Quorton thankfully was able to give her a clone of Sharue which she would kill in the wreckage of the cruiser and hopefully leave Banal and the rest of the Puritans at a dead end.

Walking out she made sure to erase all logs of the communication, and a new coms conscript walked into the comm room to take over. Issa’s ship floated through the void like a giant black predator. It’s black paint matching the darkness that it prowled. Her ship was called the Black Knight and she played the part. Heavy armor plate protected its sides, and dozens of batteries lined its sides along with other weaponry that would never be found on other ships. Void shielding was a lot heavier on the cruiser than a standard cruiser, and she was coming in fully armed.

The reason she was coming in hot was right in front of her. A space station floated in the void with a broad range of ships docked and patrolling, some clustered up near the large cruiser. Issa grinned, strolling out onto the bridge. “They send out Idents yet?”

“No ma’am not yet but I think they know who we are. No challenge has been given.” Came the reply from one of her secondary coms. “Good! Open a channel to the station.” Issa waiting for a few seconds before seeing a nod from her coms. “Station 46 this is Black Knight, I am here to talk to the prince.” The prince was the code name her contact used at this station. “Tell him that Alpha nine is dark.”

There was a long pause before the front screen flickered on. A male was sitting there with his shirt open and a cocky smile on his face. “Issa Shadowbane. It has been a long time. I heard you were in my neck of the woods again.” Issa offered a coy smirk in response. “Brender, you’re as tactless and informal as always.”

Brender rolled his shoulders standing and leaning in to get closer to the camera. “And you like it that way.” A wink was given that made the bridge dead silent. No one dared make a comment, even the captain kept a scowl knowing better than to be nosy. “Are you going to come and give me a personal visit oh lord Inquisitor?” Issa’s eye twitched at that. She liked Brender, and he was one of her flings, but she wouldn’t forget the slight he just did to her. “Possibly but I will also be bringing some of my personal over too. Please be ready to receive us soon.” The playfulness leaving her tone and Brender picked up on it.

“Very well Ma’am I will be ready to receive you.” Though his tone was more formal, he still had that cocky grin. Issa let out a smirk of her own when the view screen went off and turned leaving her bridge in silence. It had been a while since she had some fun. Brender was a capable and healthy male that could replace Van for now. She was missing Van and almost felt sorry for sticking him with the fox. Almost was the keyword though as she made her way down the grey steel hallway to the hangar where her cutter waited for her.

When she arrived at the station, she was greeted with a thick crowd that was mingling about the spaceport. Thousands of souls worked lived and died in this rust bucket. It was a rust bucket too, the metal having a nice red tint with streaks of red running down the pitted walls. A servo skull floated in front of her recording information before it floated off.

It wasn’t odd for Issa to strike out on her own. She enjoyed the challenge and almost hoped someone would start something with her as she looked left and right meeting other’s eyes forcing them to look away before she walked out into the station proper. Brender was there with a smirk leaning up against a pillar watching her as she walked over to him weaving through the crowd. “You seemed to have found quite the shit hole to hide in Brender.” He was what she liked. A mutt of a breed and the outlaw feel about him, able to pick up on her queues and fiercely obedient. Turning she waved the rest of her crew in. “Go out and start contacting the other captains.” The crew simply nodded before filtering out into the station to work.

“Don’t trust me eh?” The half-breed asked pushing off from the pillar to walk with her. “Of course not, besides this is a job that’s too large for just your four ships.” That brought a scowl to Brender’s face slowing down a bit. “Too big for four ships? The hell you planning Issa?” He asked catching back up. “I will fill you in personally, but first let’s have some fun shall we? Where is your training pit?” That brought a grin to the males face as he laughed. “This way.” He just nodded down a corridor and started to walk that way.

When they got to the room, it had a few others that were fighting and working out. Brender made a mocking ‘ladies first’ motion as Issa stepped into the chamber. Most of everyone stopped looking over at the smaller collie, some with amusement some with sexual attraction and a few with fear as those quickly left the room knowing who and what she is. “Everyone out!” Issa shouted making a few laugh and chuckle. That just made the collie smile as Brender sighed “Go easy on them, some of them might work for the captains that you are trying to recruit.” A huff came from her as she walked up and kicked the largest male in the knee. The giant rhino like figure let out a scream as her power armor drove his knee to the side making him crumble before her. Issa was not one to fight fair as another kick sent Rhino sliding across the floor towards the door. The fight was on after that, some got the hint and left while others dove in after her. As good as they were they were no match for Issa’s power armor. Her swings sending figures over the fighting ring till Brender had to step out of the way to avoid one.

Eventually, only those who couldn’t move on their own were left, and even those were being pulled out by the collie. Her booted foot rolling them out the door before smashing the close button on the hatch door. “You’re up,” Issa said with a grin making a come here motion to the shaggy-furred dog. Brender let out a laugh “Oh hell no, not with you in that power armor. You want me out on the floor you better be on proper terms.” The collie huffed shifting and shrugged off her hooded cape. Her power armor was specially made for her, it fit her body just right as well as personalized for her inquisitor status.

The armor was inscribed with passages as well as icons that showed the stylized I of the inquisition. Unlike others though she did not keep honor seals and purity seals on her armor. A paw reaching up to tap on a control stud and a series of clicks and hisses sounded out before letting her shrug the breastplate off. She servos that controlled her leg assist motors locking allowing her to step out of her armor. Brender was stripping down to just his trousers offering a lewd grin as the collie stood in front of him in nothing but her fur and undergarments. She had dropped a few more inches in height and stood there with a cocky grin and her paws on her hips.

“So then Issa, should I go easy on…..” Brender let out a gasp of breath as her foot struck him on the inside of his right thigh. She might not have the power armor, but she knew how to fight. The larger dog hobbling a bit clenching his teeth before shaking it off. “Son of a bitch Issa!” His body leading in sending a left jab at her and following up with a right cross. He too was no stranger to fighting as Issa stepped and weaved giving him a jab to the ribs. He was ready for it and let it strike using her smaller frame against her. It did make him grunt as he sidestepped the next attack.

Issa was a blur at times, working her body in ways that made her seem almost supernatural but Brender was used to it. “You said we had a job?” He grunted deflecting a kick downwards and plowing forward into her. Issa grunted, digging her feet in letting tension build up and then sidestep letting Brender fall forward and rewarding him with a kick to the ribs. “Yes, though it won’t be easy.” She too was starting to sweat and pant.

“What’s the reward?” He had to grab at her making her back off as she huffed. “Other than the right to serve the inquisition? How about a grand cruiser for parts and salvage?” The scruffy mutt stood up and gave Issa a stern look. “Are you pulling my leg? A grand cruiser? Now I see why you need the extra manpower.” He grunted taking a series of jabs at her one connecting pin wheeling her back until she caught herself. She took a bit to rub her jaw and spit out a bit of red. “Aye, there is some cargo on the ship we need, and we need it to look like pirates were the ones responsible.”

Brender looked skeptical stepping back and dropping his guard. “Must be one hell of a package to scuttle one of your own. I want rights to work the belt undisturbed.” Issa let out a laugh and lunged at him making him bring his guard back up and backpedal as a series of kicks from the smaller collie struck him in the arm and flank. A push kick sent him into the wall with a grunt before he rolled along the steel barrier, letting Issa slam into it with her foot on a follow-up. “Don’t get greedy you cheeky bastard. There is no way I can let you work the belt. You will have to go dark for a good bit after this.”

“Why not?!” Brender coming in suddenly behind her grabbing her up and slamming her to the wall. A series of head-butts took their toll on Brender, but he kept a tight hold. “Damn I forgot how rough you like it.” His grip tightening up about her lifting her up off the ground as he pinned her more to the wall. The collie grunting and panting feeling her face mush to the steel. She struggled, feeling about with her kicking legs till she caught the back of one of his knees and shoved hard. One foot on the wall the other on his knee shoving till they both collapsed onto the ground. The collie coming up on top straddling him. “Not going to happen.” She grunted out spitting off to the side as the two panted and laid there.

The male laid still and gave the inquisitor a look over. She was a very fit female, a little small on the bust side of things but her body was shaped well. Athletic and not a scar on her, something he knew she prided herself on. Issa had been in his bed a few times, so they were no stranger to each other’s bodies. In fact, soon she would be bedding him again. With Van gone, that need had been neglected for too long. “Come on Issa I need something more than just the cruiser. I wouldn’t be able to sell those parts for many years, and you know that. And we are going to lose a lot of ships taking that monster on.”

Issa could see that she wasn’t going to force the issue and sat up fully crossing her arms under her small bust. A scowl crossing her face trying to think it over. Brender was no fool, and she should have expected him not to go for the bait. “Fine you want the belt then you better put on your best performance, and that means letting that cruiser off a lot of those ships.” The male bridging suddenly grabbing the collie and rolling with her forcing her to go from the mount to the guard as he huffed. “As long as it’s not my ships you have a deal. It’s going to be a hell of a fight, to begin with.” He ground down into the collie making her grunt and huff.

She had a coy smirk on her face as she lifted her hips allowing her bridge to grind back against him. “Are you needing some, Brender?” She asked with a smirk. The male gave a lewd grin back and kissed her hard and deep. Issa was surprised for just a moment before socking him alongside the head. The hit rattled the male, but he was prepared for the follow-up grabbing at her arm and pinning it and kissed again. Issa fought and struggled till he pinned her arms over her head and pulled back looking down at her. “You always were a hard one to tame.”

Issa panted out letting her coy grin become a sneer. “Weeds out the weak ones.” She tried to slip her leg back around his waist only to find him grabbing her thigh and shoving it back down. His body laying down firmly on the huffing collie as he dove into the crook of her neck biting and licking forcing her head to the side. Issa loved it, the exhilaration of the moment forcing her body to arch as she gasped out enjoying the feeling of brute force keeping her to the floor. His free paw was already moving her clothing, exposing her sex and bust to the cool air. Despite her smaller bust, it mattered little to Brender as Issa gasped feeling him starting to slip into her. Once he was in, his body shifted sitting up some, one paw on her wrists the other going to her neck keeping her pinned as his hips gave a thrust, forcing her body to bob and sway under him.

A hateful, but lustful, look overcame Issa. Even inquisitors needed a release from time, to time and this one was well worth it. Bearing her teeth a little bit as the tempo picked up. It was arousing to have him grunting and panting over her like some animal. She felt filthy doing it, and that was what drove her on. Now it was a fight to see who would outlast each other. From time to time Issa would try to struggle only to feel him forcibly force her back down. The pleasure making him more aggressive which was all right, if not encouraged by the collie under him.

A smothering kiss was forced onto her again which she let happen only to bite his lower lip. The teeth pushing in, forcing him to pull back with a grunt and yell boxing the side of her head until she let go. While she was stunned, Brender flipped her over face down suddenly. This was new, the collie blinking out of her confused state and snarled feeling him get on her back. “Brender you ….” A paw covering her muzzle suddenly and his other grabbing at her paws again as he slowly forced his hips down. That long boned cock pushing up into her ass making her both enraged and aroused at the same time. No one had ever dared do this to her. A crash of his hips forced her ass cheeks to pillow out against his firm abs as her fingers curled into claws grasping at the air held there firmly by her attacker’s own paw.

She wasn’t going to reward him with a scream or any sound of discomfort, but the unexpected and new experience was pushing her over the edge. His knees spread out forcing her legs wide in an even more humiliating position and that’s all it took. Her body flexed hard and quivered. The bastard had won over her, and it made her scream in rage. That tail of hers stiff as she rode out her climax forcing her ass cheeks to clench and relax and clench again over the girth in her. Brender wasn’t done either, as he picked up his own pace now only focused on his own pleasure.

Thankfully it wasn’t too long, as her ass was not used to such abuse. His grunting and panting coming to a sharp hiss forcing his hips into the point of almost pushing his knot in. The room fell quiet except for the heavy breathing of the two and the thick smell of sex filtering through the air. Pant after pant until Brender took a deep breath and slowly pulled out of Issa and sat back. In fact, he still had that lopsided grin on his face as she flipped over and struck him as hard as she could alongside the head. He let her, knowing he deserved it. It laid him out hard on the floor, having to fight from losing consciousness. A deep laugh rolled from him when he could, feeling Issa straddle him suddenly. “You liked it, don’t deny it.”

She didn’t, and it was her turn to kiss him deeply. This was going to be a fun and exciting night to say the least. Her body gripping his as he felt her moving to his neck. “So about the belt?” Her paw just clamping his muzzle shut. “Fun first.” She growled out. “It’s my turn.” Brendor giving a nervous look to the Inquisitor, she has a look in her eyes that said he was about to regret what he did. “Shure thing love….anything you say…”

Issa sat in Brender’s bed with nothing but a sheet about her shoulders looking out the porthole in the station. The void greeted her and refused to give up its secrets. Her ship was out there somewhere, a silent hunter ready to reap its toll at her word. It made her grin as she stretched out letting the silk sheet tumble off her shoulders exposing her body to the weak light that flooded the room. She had to admit that Brender was doing well for himself. The ‘negotiation’ was done, and he agreed to help her. The big thing was, did she really want to leave a loose end once the mission was finished? It would be a shame to lose a lover like him. The biggest question yet was how she was going to pull this whole thing off. She wanted her own goals to be meet but was shackled by the cursed council and the politics.

“Sharue, I can open your eyes to things you would never have known and make you so much more….” She said wistfully. A shift from Brender made her look over her shoulder at the male. She pulled out her comm to look it over. Her agents were reporting in that they were able to get more captains on board. She would put Brender in charge of them and hope that the navigator she placed on the cruiser did its job.

She started to type out her orders. She had made her choices and would be taking her own path. An excuse would have to be done to keep the council out of her hair, but she was sure that it could be done. Once done she put her communicator back up and laid out grabbing Brender’s head and waking him. “What?” He said sleepily. “Please me.” And simply started to push his head down between her legs. She still had some time to spare and wanted to get as much enjoyment out of it as she could before things started to move. Her fingers curling into his hair as he complied, spreading her legs out wide the first kiss made her roll her head back. Only a slight gasp coming filling the room as her communicator pulsed out her instructions. A short and straightforward phrase. “Omega is a go.”

End Chapter 9

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