In Evil, Residing
Prelude
Author's Note: Since my account was closed awhile ago, I wrote A Dragon's Tale, which was actually was sort of a sequel to Fatal Intent. I've decided to remix Fatal Intent and call it In Evil, Residing. There won't be as much R rated content in it as the last one but do expect some graphic things. I might also use the same names, so, here we go.
The small mercenary craft lit up its engines and they exploded with power; even though this was silent since it was in space. The cargo was a large supply of armaments, mostly illegal and quite lethal, but if the cash was there, he did not care.
The lone occupant of the craft sat in the pilot's chair and he cleaned a large pistol idly. It was the old style, with bullets and not laser rounds; however it was able to puncture personal shields. In four quick motions, it was snapped together and back in the worn holster. He laid his head back and set the cloaking device as his craft moved onto its destination.
"Unknown craft, please respond." The message repeated and he slowly awoke.
"This is Fox." The mercenary said and the Comm lit up.
"Fox, he's waiting for you. Do you have the goods?"
"I do, do you have the money?"
"Power down your ship and kill the cloaking device; we will board you and you will get your money." Fox powered down his ship and he disarmed the cloak as something docked. The hatch opened and Fox walked into his room; he picked up the heavy crate easily and he set it down once he reached the hatch. Four black clothed figures walked up to him and they had their blasters drawn.
"Here are the goods." Fox said. The middle figure snapped his paw and the figure on the right handed Fox a disk. Fox took it and the middle figure opened the case; his shaded eyes protected what he felt from Fox and he shut the lid.
"It's all here. Thank you for your business." The figure lifted the box and Fox looked up from the disk.
"Wait, the deal was for more than this paltry sum."
"You will receive what we have paid." There was a cocking sound and Fox had his pistol out.
"No, you will pay me what you owe or lose your life." They turned around and Fox saw a glint of weapons inside their cloaks and he steeled himself.
"Fox, do you want to make this your last career move?" Fox lowered his pistol and the figures walked back onto their ship. The hatch closed and Fox sighed as he holstered his blaster.
"Ahh, damn." He looked at the disk and he pocketed it.
The large contingent of ships gathered around the two large orbiting suns; it was a dead galaxy and they had found it that way almost a two millennia ago. Back then they had invaded a thriving universe; the natives had not resisted, in fact they had welcomed them. The invading race wasted no time in disposing of them. The invading race was something that was not seen in any galaxy or Lylatian eye.
They were dragons. Now, when I say dragons, I don't mean the ones in fairy tales that breathe fire and have wings and all that crap. I want you to clear your mind of what you know dragons to be.
The planet beneath the ships was red from the sands that blew violently over the surface. It was the only planet that wasn't inhabited when they had arrived. The dragons adapted to the harsh climate and now, they would be able to withstand almost anything,
The collision alarm sounded and Fox immediately was awake; he grabbed the controls and yanked them to the left. He powered up the aux systems and he eased the throttle forward as the engines lit up.
The vid screen flicked on and Fox saw that a small blue craft was being chased by four other heavy fighters. He powered up the weapons and Fox clicked on the Comm.
"Fox to unknown craft, come in." He received static for a moment but then a voice (a bit British sounding for a human) came over the Comm.
"I'm in trouble, shields are down, engines are failing, and my weapons are offline." A female answered.
Oh man, a female in trouble. Fox thought and he targeted the four ships. He let loose with a missile burst. They slammed into the ships and one was destroyed as the other three broke off.
"Get out of the way, I'll deal with these three." Fox radioed and he easily took down one of the craft leaving two. They circled around him and two vid shots came up on his Comm.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing taking our prey away from us?"
"Yeah, get your own vixen." Two identical panthers said.
"You don't own her." Fox said and he shot off the wing of one of the panthers. He spun out into space and Fox detonated his ship by passing one laser round through the engines. The last panther faltered when Fox turned toward him; he died in silence as the ship exploded. Fox pulled up to the vixen's ship and her vid shot came up; it fazed out before her picture came on but audio was still live.
"Thank you for saving me."
"Yes, no problem." Fox said and a warning flashed onto his Comm. "You're ship is-"
"Yes, I know." She said and Fox backed up a bit. She ejected and Fox picked up the escape pod as her ship exploded. He moved the pod into the small docking bay and Fox walked into the bay. The hatch opened and a cerulean furred vixen practically fell out of the pod; Fox walked over to her and he helped the lady up. She was wearing long pants, shirt, flight jacket, bandanna that partially covered her shoulder length hair, boots, and she had two gold earrings in her left ear.
"Well, so you are the infamous Fox McCloud?"
"How did you know that?" He asked as she smiled.
"Well, you told me your name was Fox and I put two and two together. Plus, you're quite famous all over Lylat." She looked around at my ship and I sighed. "Nice rig, how old is this?"
"At least five years; it's an old Delta class model and I got it when I was eighteen." Fox said as he walked back to the cockpit. "So what's your name?" He asked as he ran his paws over the console.
"Krystal, daughter of the ruling house of Cerinia." That stopped Fox cold. The ruling house was a very wealthy family and the prospect of returning the daughter of a king could bring some cash.
A lot of cash.
Inside the dark ship, the light of the twin Sols illuminated the figure's scales; the pod he was sleeping in was situated in a large Capitan quarters. The small radio in the pod clicked on and a voice filtered in.
"Capitan, you're needed at the bridge." He was rudely awakened and his head knocked against the glass shield covering the pod.
"Dammit, I told you not to bother me unless we were moving out."
"Sir, we are." The dragon inwardly sighed and he popped the hatch to his pod. He slipped into his armor and the dragon Capitan walked onto the bridge of his ship.
"Capitan Treylon, the Hierarchs have issued the go ahead, and the Admiral wants to speak to you."
"Thank you Delquin." Treylon said as the main screen flicked on.
"Treylon," The Admiral was an imposing figure, and Treylon had always been a bit nervous around him. "I want your ship, the Maru, to lead the fleet onto to glory for the Hierarchs."
"That would bring me great honor, Admiral." He nodded and the Admiral's image was replaced with space. "You heard the dragon Delquin." The Comm officer hit the engines and the massive fleet vanished into Slipspace.
Fox sat at the small kitchen table and the cerulean vixen sighed as Fox cleaned his pistol again.
"So how long have you been a mercenary?" Krystal asked. Fox laid out four clips and he checked the rounds in them.
"Almost six years now." Fox replied and his quickly reassembled his weapon. "It's been one Hell of a ride." Fox replied and Krystal laughed. "What's it like being a princess?"
"Well, money is no object, but having to conform to all the 'royal' rules is a pain in the ass. I'm always having my parents nag me about acting like a princess; I'd like to get away from all that." Fox knew what she was implying.
"Stay a princess, the life of a mercenary is sometimes lethal. I wouldn't want you to get killed on someone who is actually after me." They sat in silence for a minute and she crossed her legs.
"So how long till you take me back?" Fox checked his Comm and inwardly he didn't want to take her back.
"About an hour." Krystal yawned and Fox shut off his Comm. "Why don't you get some rest, my cot's right over in that room."
"That's alright, I'll be fine."
"Ok, suit yourself." Fox said as he walked back into the cockpit. Fox sat down in the pilot's chair and he checked the console; the shields had taken a hit in the last battle and he had had to re-key the system. While Fox was doing that, he heard Krystal get up and go into his room. He looked back and she lay down on his cot; in a few minutes she was asleep and Fox turned back to the console.
He finished twenty minutes later and Fox saw a tiny planet in front of him; he was over a hundred clicks away but he could see the tiny dot. His Comm beeped and the face of a cerulean vulpine, who was almost a spitting image of Krystal, came up.
"You are entering Cerinian airspace, mercenaries aren't allowed in our airspace, turn back before you are arrested."
"I think I have your daughter." Complete joy arose on his muzzle but it turned dark after a few seconds.
"Have you kidnapped her to get the ransom money?"
"No, I found her under attack from a few pirates. I'm taking her back to her home."
"Ok, you are cleared, you will be escorted in so power down you ship and wait." The Comm died and Fox only switched off the weapons, he would not completely bend to their rules.
Fox walked into his room and he bent down next to Krystal; she was sleeping peacefully and Fox was struck by her beauty.
"Krystal, wake up." She stirred and Fox slightly shook her. "Hey, we're here."
"Ok, I'm up." Fox left the room and he sat back down at the controls. Two heavy Cerinian cruisers had surrounded Fox's craft and they had their weapons trained on him.
"We will escort you to the King's Palace and then you will leave after you release the princess." The Capitan of one of the craft ordered.
"Ok, but you're treating me like I did something wrong." They didn't answer him and Fox eased the throttle forward. Krystal walked up behind him and she noticed the large thorn branch tattoo that ran from his neck down into his flight jacket.
"How are they treating you?"
"Like I'm holding you for ransom." Fox answered and the Capitan on the Comm smiled at Krystal.
"Welcome back to Cerinia, Krystal. I hope you haven't been treated-"
"I've been fine." She interrupted and the Capitan nodded as his vid shot died. "That's why I hate being the daughter of the King and Queen." She said and Krystal sat down next to Fox in the co-pilot's chair. "I still would like to become a mercenary." Fox just held in a laugh and he looked at the cruisers who had him covered like white on rice.
"You don't think you could tell them to ease up a bit?"
"No, they want me safe back to Cerinia; it would look like you're forcing me."
"Christ…" Fox whispered.
Fox put down his ship and he shut it down as the two cruisers set down around him. Fox opened the hatch and he threw off his flight jacket as they walked out into the warm air. Two squads of Cerinian Royal Guards were already out and they surrounded Fox and Krystal.
"Well, this must be goodbye, your highness."
"Don't use that title." She answered and the Capitan of the Guard walked up.
"Thank you for rescuing the princess, now you must leave our planet." He handed Fox a small disk and Fox pocketed the money as he turned to his ship.
"Fox, wait." The vixen said. The Capitan looked annoyed and Fox stopped as he turned back. Krystal pushed through the troops and she handed him something. "Take this, later Fox." She boarded one of the cruisers and they lifted off, almost blowing Fox down. He walked onto his ship and he looked at the object in his paw.
