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Warning: This story contains G!P. You have been warned.
Santana was right on schedule.
Her latest venture brought her to the outlying planet Kilora, just inside the Orion Nebula. Home to smugglers, traders, and just about any illegal activity you could get your hands on; Kilora was a planet where sinners came to flourish. It was dangerous at the best of times, and where she was headed? Even worse.
It was exactly her kind of place.
The job was pretty simple as far as payouts were concerned. As one of the best smugglers in the galaxy, smuggling a few shipments of Selarium past Citadel military blockades while not being the easiest of tasks, was certainly a manageable feat all thanks to her superb skills in the cockpit. All she had to do now was deliver the goods to her employer, collect her credits, and blast off this rock with enough money to pay for the parts needed to fix up her baby.
Her ship, the Albatross, was a little worse for the wear. Evading Citadel military cruisers and the multitude of bounty hunters after her fine ass had caused her pride and joy to take a bit of damage. She was fairly certain she had about three days tops before the gaskets in the fuel hull completely blew and her and her ship would fall right out of the sky and crash into the nethersphere. That wasn't necessarily the illustrious end to her career she had been planning on. To say she was a little desperate for this payout was an understatement.
Just flying below the cloud line, Santana could see the flashing neon lights of the bustling city below as she made her approach. Switching on her com-link, she signaled the port master below to get clearance to land.
"This is Captain Lopez of the Albatross, permission to proceed to port?"
There was a brief pause and then a static crackle came through the speaker to the right of the navigation panel in front of her followed by the port masters reply.
"Albatross clear, permission to dock."
She quickly enabled the landing gear, and deftly lowered the craft to dock in the spaceport. Santana disengaged the flight controls and went down the double rows of switches on the navigation panel, flicking them off one by one, until reaching over to a bright red lever to the right of her chair and pulled it down, lowering the exit ramp of the Albatross.
She swiveled around her captain's chair and rose to grab her holster containing her pistol and black leather waistcoat hanging from the hook near the cockpit entrance. Slipping both of them on she briefly searched her jacket pockets making sure she had all the appropriately forged paper work to slide by the spaceport officials without a second glance.
She exited the cockpit and made her way across the gangplank that led to the opposite side of the ship and proceeded down the metal exit ramp.
The space port was a bustle of activity. People milled about the rows of ships, loading and unloading various cargo containers to and from vessels. Santana made her was through the port, bypassing a few unsavory species as they eyed her up and down looking like they were ready for their meal for the day. One false move on their part would have her digging the knife she kept stored in her boot so far in their gut they wouldn't have so much as a second to gurgle out a protest. Just let them fucking try, she thought.
Removing her docking papers from her jacket pocket, Santana handed them over to the gargoyle looking docking clerk by the exit gate of the port. His massive scaly hand reached over to grab them roughly out of her hand. Briefly scanning them over he nodded noncommittally as he slid his fingers over the tablet he held in his hand, checking her papers and entering her ships information into their dock logs. She had no idea how he could even hold the damn thing. His hands were like two awkward boulders.
"You're clear." The clerk bit out gruffly, shoving the papers back into her hands roughly and turning to press the button opening the doors in front of them.
"Thanks rock, you've been a barrel of fun." Santana smirked, throwing the clerk a two finger salute and sauntering out the docking port.
Entering Kilora from the spaceport was like entering a different world. The spaceport, full of machinery and cargo transport freighters, was bleak compared to the flashing lights and multitude of aromas that assaulted Santana's senses the second she was past the exit gate.
There were various establishments that advertised naked ladies, a large amount of signs written in various alien languages, while most were promoting the liquor and gambling dens strewn about Kilora that made up about every other building she walked past.
Santana made her way through the throngs of people shuffling up and down the smog filled streets. People stumbled out of doors, drunk or high on whatever substance they could get their hands on in this chaotic city. A few occasional shouts were heard followed by a stream of noise and music as portals swung open to either let people enter or kick their asses out on the dirty streets.
She turned into a side alley that was extremely dark and dingy, stopping in front of a door with a small flickering neon sign above it written in Chinese that indicated she was at Mako's bar. She rapped her knuckles on the door and waited until a small rectangle hatch was slid aside and she was met with a pair of eyes.
"Password?" The man behind the door asked.
"Dark Water." She replied, as the door in front of her opened up to grant her entrance.
She moved past the bouncer and walked down the dimly lit staircase, the pulsating music of the club greeting her when she reached the bottom. There was a large locker to her left outlined in vibrant blue lights where patrons were required to check in their weapons in an effort to keep the peace while partaking in all the illicit activities Mako's had to offer. Pressing her palm on the scanner, a compartment opened up and Santana unclipped her pistol, placing it inside and receiving a bar coded ticket with her compartment number printed on it in return.
Mako's may not have seemed like much from the outside, but as far as appearances go it was extremely misleading. Half naked women, both human and alien alike, weaved in and out of the tables carrying serving trays while others danced on tall cylindrical podiums, their bodies moving rhythmically to the steady beat of the club's music. Most of the patrons were seated at tables, gambling away their money on card games of Pyramid or betting with Caliro Dice.
Perhaps she'd try her luck at the tables after she collected her credits from Mako. Being able to lie her ass off tended to work really well in her favor when it game to gambling.
First things first though, she really needed a drink.
She moved through the gambling tables and past the lines of people waiting their turn to enter the small private rooms for personal strip teases, before finally taking a seat on one of the high clear stools in front of the bar. She lifted up two fingers to grab the bartender's attention and placed her order. The bartender swiftly returned with her fire brandy and slid it over to her on the bar top. Santana slapped a few credits down on the bar and went to take a sip of her drink before she was interrupted by a hand cupping over the top of her glass.
"Santana...,"A voice purred from behind her as a slender blue arm reached around to stroke their nails along the length of her arm, stopping at her wrist. "It's been awhile."
Santana swiveled in her stool and swept her eyes down the length of the person standing beside her.
"Leeara." Santana smirked, raising her eyebrow in appraisal of the woman and taking a sip of her drink. "Fancy seeing you here."
The last time she had been in Kilora was around three months ago. Leeara happened to be one of her many conquests during her week long bender in the city and the alien girl damn near ate her alive.
Literally.
Thank god for unbreakable reinforcements and bedding women who were into bondage, because she was lucky to escape that encounter with her dick still attached. But my gods was the sex hot.
"You left so quickly last time, I never got to thank you properly." Leeara cooed, getting seriously close to her now as she ran her hands over her thighs getting a bit too close to the appendage in question. "I'd love to thank you now..."
She briefly pondered the offer before deciding that as much fun as another round of 'near-death experience sex' may be, she had other things she had come here to take of.
"As much as I'd love to..." she started, throwing back the rest of her drink and slipping out of the girls grasp on her thighs. "I'm here for business rather than pleasure."
The blue skinned girl pouted, running her hands over her cleavage that was spilling out of the skin tight top she had on. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
Dragging her eyes away from Leeara's amazing rack, she met the woman's eyes and shrugged.
"I'm afraid not." She stood up from her stool, making sure to lean in close to the woman beside her, lips barely grazing her ear as she whispered. " But if I change my mind...I'll know where to find you." She briefly licked the shell of her ear, feeling the other woman helplessly tremble beside her, before pulling away.
And with that Santana left the other woman to stare lustfully at her as she retreated to the back of Mako's to handle business with the man himself.
Standing in front of two hulking bodyguards that stood in front of the think curtains that separated her from her main point of contact was not exactly her idea of an easy and smooth transaction. Either the two idiots in front of her were mutes or they completely lacked personalties all together. They towered over her like two vast mountains casting a shadow over a desert plain and not once did they look down to acknowledge her presence. Blood boiling, she just about reached her breaking point. These fuckers were about to get a piece of her mind.
She cleared her throat loudly and after getting no response, she waved her arms wildly in their faces. "Hey assholes! Who the fuck do I have to kill around here to get past you two jarheads!?"
Two pairs of eyes blinked, and slowly moved down to meet her gaze as both of them answered simultaneously.
"Mr. Mako is not taking visitors at the moment. Please remove yourself."
Santana scoffed, about two second away from telling them they were going to have to remove her foot from their asses if they didn't get out of her way. She briefly wondered if the pair of them had an off-switch located on their backs. She could disengage their asshole functions so she didn't have to deal with this creepy cyborg bullshit. She so did not have time for this. All she wanted to do was authorize the trade, collect her credits, and maybe prowl around the city for a hot lay before leaving.
"It's a good thing I'm not a visitor then," she bit out in annoyance. "I'm here on business. Mako is expecting me."
She contemplated the notion of bashing her fist into both of their faces but given the sheer size of them, her fist would most likely break on their obnoxiously harsh angular jaws. She'd be left making a very large Santana-shaped hole in the wall beside her after they most likely threw her through it and being beaten up would probably cancel getting laid off the agenda.
Luckily for her, she didn't have to test out her theories of violence. The thick, dark curtains behind the two mountains of personality parted and a tall slender woman emerged followed closely by Mako himself. He unwrapped his stubby arm from around the woman's waist, pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips before slapping her ass and sending her on her way. Mako pushed himself between the two guards, who remained more stoic than ever in his presence, and finally recognized her.
"Ahhh Captain Lopez! About time you decided to show up."
Santana had to bite her tongue. As much as she wanted to throw these two goons Mako had guarding him to the sharks, it was more trouble than it was worth. Being around this many hired guns made her a bit nervous. She was an excellent shot, but the odds wouldn't be in her favor this time around.
"Let's go someplace more private shall we? I believe we have some business to attend to."
Mako led Santana behind the thick curtains into an octagonal room with glass walls. Each wall was made up of thick glass that protected the large aquarium that lay behind it. The smooth angles of the sharks enclosed behind the glass could be seen gliding through the dark water. The murky blue color of the water created an eerie glow throughout the room casting shadows of the sharks on the floor beneath her feet.
Santana shuddered. Her hands were clenched within her jacket pockets as she pulled it tighter around her body.
Sharks were not her favorite species. Maybe it was the multiple rows of razor sharp teeth that had the power to rip someone in two within a second or the cold lifeless eyes they possessed. Or maybe it was that she had seen more than enough people tossed into the tanks at Mako's, a bullet being shot through one of their limbs to draw blood to attract the predators. Being eaten alive was a penalty for those who liked to gamble too much without the means to pay for what they owed. A man like Mako was not known for his mercy, especially when it came to his money.
"I'm assuming my cargo has arrived safely?"
Mako had seated himself on a long black leather chaise lounge, his arm that was slung over the top lip of the couch was lazily bent to drag a thick cigar to his lips.
" It's all on board, give or take a gram or two. You know how tricky those take-offs and landings can be sometimes." She casually shrugged, proceeding to slide into the seat across from him, resting her table on top of the large opaque table that separated them. Mako barked out a laugh.
"That's why I like you Lopez! No frills and a lot of balls."
Santana arched a brow.
"Now, I believe we have the matter of your payment to discuss?" Mako trailed off, reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket to pull out a small electronic device with an illuminated red switch. He quickly pressed the button and slid it back into his pocket. Two hulking bodyguards immediately came bounding into the room, one of which was carrying a large silver case. The guard laid the case on the table in front of her and clicked both of the small silver latches on the front to open it and swivel it towards her. "My men are currently unloading the Selarium from your ship." Mako nodded to the open case on the table. "Here is the twenty thousand we agreed on, give or take a credit or two...you know how tricky these transactions can be." Santana wanted to roll her eyes. And if she were being honest... she wanted this transaction be be over with oh, about five minutes ago.
She reached over to grab the case of the table when one of Mako's guards cuffed her arm, wrapping their sausage fingers around her wrist. Gross.
"Relax Lopez. We just need to be sure everything is on the up and up before I let you waltz outta here with a case full of my well-earned credits. " Santana wanted to scoff at Mako's use of the term 'well-earned'. No one in this room made an honest living. At least she was up front about it. "Besides, I have another business arrangement for you."
Santana was hesitant to even respond. Taking the odd job for Mako every once in awhile was okay, but making a habit out of it meant getting in way too deep with a man that was extremely dangerous and who was not one to cross.
"I don't know Mako...My ship needs repairs and I don't think she can make it another run."
"That's the beauty of this particular job, Lopez. This is a multi-port run, and the payout is more than triple the regular rate."
Santana couldn't help but be intrigued. Triple the payout? For that amount of money she could coast for the next year or so, just her, the Albatross, and open space. The offer was far too tempting.
"Okay, I'll bite. What's the cargo?"
"Ahhh..." Mako clucked his tongue at her. "Now that's the difference about this job. You aren't allowed to know."
"So what...you just expect me to smuggle secret cargo across numerous Citadel blockades without knowing what it is I'm carrying? Do you realize how insane that sounds?" To Santana it sounded like a suicide mission. Being someone who valued her life, and all the pleasurable vices she got to experience with it, Mako's offer didn't exactly sound like a bargain.
"Perhaps I can help you make your decision..." Mako snapped his fingers to call back over the two guards near the wall. Santana straightened her spine, now rooted upright in apprehension as to what Mako was going to have the guards do.
"Zeb...Volt...bring in Mr. Hudson will you?" The two men left through the door on the opposite side of the room. Through it, Santana could hear muffled shouts and crashing noises. This couldn't be good.
Volt kicked open the door to the octagonal chamber, his sidekick Zeb had a vice-like grip around the wailing man's neck and was currently dragging the struggling man across the floor as if he were a rag doll.
"Oh god no! Please! I'll do anything! Please don't do this!" The man, Santana could only assume to be Mr. Husdon was currently being dragged into the room by the collar of his shirt. His hands and feet were bound, and the gag that was once around his mouth was now pitifully dangling around his neck. Husdon's body was wracked with tremors, obviously fearing for his life as he nearly shook himself out of his dirty sweat soaked dress shirt. Babbling pleas continued to pour out of his mouth, as Zeb forced him to kneel before Mako, both of the guard's hands braced under his armpits to hoist him.
"Shut up!" Zed hissed gruffly, his fist coming down to strike Hudson on the back of his head. Hudson's wails had now turned into pitiful whimpers. Mako looked positively amused at Hudson's cries, eyes shining with mirth at the scene before him before flickering them back over to Santana.
"You seem like an intelligent woman Captain Lopez...and you're quite the impressive smuggler. Which was why I hired you in the first place. But I'm a man that lacks patience...and I didn't bring you here to throw compliments at your fucking feet."
Santana sat wide eyed, not knowing what point Mako was trying to make and what exactly this Mr. Hudson had to so with it.
"Mister HUDSON here!..." Mako began, standing up from his chaise lounge to start circling around the still kneeling bound man. "He was also unsure as to taking my proposition. That certainly didn't stop him from double crossing me and trying to take my goods right out from my nose now did it!? It's a shame you were too fucking stupid to finish the job because I assure you...you won't like what I have in store for you." Mako screamed in Hudson's ear, rearing back to deliver a kick to the man's stomach with his pointed boot. Hudson gasped trying to draw air into his lungs, simultaneously wincing from the pain and stumbling to force an explanation out of his mouth. "P-p-please...y-y-you don't-"
"I know all I need to know you vile piece of shit!" Another kick. "The moral of this story is that you do what I ask of you when I ask no.." Kick. "..fucking.." Kick. "..questions!" Husdon was now face down on the floor, hands still bound behind his back, wheezing in agony. "You think you can cross ME?"
Santana was more on edge than ever. Watching the scene in front of her unfold she was becoming more and more convinced that she was about to witness this man's execution. Her suspicions were confirmed when Mako stalked over to the wall and flipped a large switch next to one of the glass panels. A loud mechanical whirring filled the room and she was jolted from her seat when the floor underneath her began to move.
"Oh god please no!" Hudson screamed in terror, as if knowing what was to come.
Santana's eye widened in horror as the floor opened to a choppy pool of water, a pair of dorsal fins breaking through the surface to circle the open water. Her knuckles were turning white from her ever tightening grip on the chair underneath her and she had to fight the urge to clench her eyes shut. Fuck..fuck...shit...this is not good. Sharks...in front of me..Oh fuck.
"You see Hudson, this is what happens when you don't follow orders...and you cross me. You sleep with the fishes! And boy are my pets starving." Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Santana. All it took was one nod from Mako, and Zeb and Volt had grabbed each arm of Hudson who was crying and struggling to no avail and effortlessly tossed him into the pit of water. Santana couldn't bear to watch. She tore her eyes from the seen with a gasp as the screams and loud flailing splashes of Hudson could be heard echoing throughout the room. It felt like it had been hours before the screaming stopped. Now all she could see was the calm flat crimson water of the pit, all traces of the man who used to be Mr. Hudson completely evicerated.
"So Lopez..." Santana didn't move her gaze from the red-tinged pool as Mako addressed her. "Are you still having second thoughts?"
Knowing that she was well and truly fucked, Santana didn't think she had another choice. It was either make the impossible smuggling run or become live fucking shark bait. She took a deep breath before meeting Mako's gaze and informing him of her choice.
"Just tell me what I need to know."
You really are the dumbest fucking idiot on this side of the galaxy Lopez, Santana thought. You had to get into business with Mako..and now look where you are..well and truly fucked that's where!
She really wished she had listened to Puck all those months ago and joined him on Beylix in his career change of fixing ships instead of smuggling goods in them. But no, she had shot him down because the idea of her being on the ground as opposed to in the sky is something she could never seem to wrap her head around. Flying was who she was. It was in her blood. But after today, she couldn't help but wish to turn back time and take Puck up on his offer. At least then, she wouldn't be stuck in this fucked up situation.
Mako had given her the lowdown of the run. Being a multi-port run she was to stop at four ports, small portions of the cargo to be dropped off at each port by means of their contact on the planet. It was the final stop however, that was going to be the most difficult of all. Right in the heart of the government planet itself, Santana had to make her way past Citadel forces to get into the heavily guarded and protected city for the last leg of her drop. Something that her forged paperwork, would not be enough to evade and persuade the rigorous and detailed scans of the government's elite forces.
Santana was not to know what was in any of the containers on board her ship. Each container was marked with the planets sigil, an indicator as to where each one was to be dropped of. She was given the names of her contacts on each planet but no other information or descriptions were provided. Her window of time wasn't very large and she had to think of a plan of execution fast before she ended up at the bottom of a small feeding tank like Hudson.
Mako's port crew had loaded up the Albatross with every container of cargo needed for transport. Santana had walked on board to find her cargo bay practically filled to the brim with containers, the fact that not one was to be opened by any means necessary until they were in the hands of their contact meant that getting through blockades was going to be more difficult as the Albatross would not be able to go through any cargo scans. Evade and escape were the two options needed for this particular smuggling run.
Santana let out a deep sigh before running her fingers beside the navigation panel in front of her. She pressed the button to engage the auto-pilot for the ship, as her head came down to bang repeatedly on her flight wheel.
"Think, think, think...What the fuck are you gunna do Lopez?" Die probably. She scoffed at herself.
A faint beeping noise started to ring throughout the cockpit. Santana groaned and rolled her head along the curve of her flight wheel to glance at the panel on the right wall. The panel was currently was blinking red, indicating a strange heat signature right beneath the cargo bay.
"Huh?" She got up from her captain's chair to make sure she was seeing things correctly. Squinting at the display there was no mistaking it. The Albatross was picking up a heat signature, and it was...moving?
"Just what I need right now. Just fucking perfect!" Santana muttered, quickly grabbing her holster and pistol off of the hook next to door and storming across the ship. She clocked the hammer of the pistol back, poised and ready to shoot as she quietly made her way down the grated steps that led to the cargo bay floor. The bay floor had a small grated passageway that ran around the perimeter of the room. Often used as a passageway to reach certain aspects of the ship's mechanical systems, it was a perfect place for something or someone to hide.
Keeping her breathing light and steady, Santana crept around the edges of the grates, peering down to see if she could spot a glimpse of what was creating the heat signatures her ship's security system has picked up. As she reached the corner of the grated passageway beneath her, a flash of blonde caught her eye. She pointed her gun toward the grate before addressing the trespasser.
"Come out slowly and raise your hands or I assure you I will not hesitate to shoot." There was a bang followed by a muffled 'Ow'.
The hatch on the grated floor slowly lifted up, as slender hands slipped the square to the side, followed by a blonde head and a pair of vibrant blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," The girl replied meekly, "Please don't kill me. I'll come out."
Santana could only watch as the figure emerged from the small passage. Her jaw dropped as the stowaway stood from her crouched position, hands raised above her head, stepping up onto the cargo bay floor to reveal the most gorgeous girl Santana had ever laid eyes on. The girl also happened to be completely naked. Her eyes trailed up long legs, over her sex, to a pair of mouth watering abs, stopping on the girls breasts for longer than necessary, before finally snapping up to reach her eyes.
"Oh."