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Summary: Now eighteen Bee has completed her device but rumors become truth as word spreads that a god is searching the outer rim. Fearing he might lose what could be his most valuable slave, Bee's owner, Nash, rushes to turn her into a whore so this god won't look twice at her. His plans backfire, and Bee discovers her latent powers.
"Bee? Bee? Girl, are ya in here?" Nan asked, rushing into the shop one dusty morning.
"Nan, what is it? Are you okay?" Bee asked, rushing around the tables to support the old woman as she rushed into the shop.
"He is on his way, that God of Destruction has been spotted in the eastern quadrant. The rumors were true. What did I tell ya?"
"Old woman, you have been distracting her enough." Nash said from the rear door of the garage. "Get back to work Kolrabi, or you'll suffer for it." turning around he marched back inside the tavern on the main floor of his establishment. "Crazy old hag." he grumbled under his breath as he marched through the kitchen into the bar.
The bartender was another of the few employees Nash actually kept on staff. His name was Tentara and he was a transplant like Nash, the man was an outlaw from the inner rim and had come here many years ago to retire from his life of crime. He was an insect variety with features of praying mantis with a more humanoid build. His four arms allowed for Tentara to serve twice as many customers.
Nash sat down at the end of the bar and held up a finger to the bug-man for his usual mid-morning drink. Halfway down there was a regular, not quite a bar fly but every time the man was in this sector running smuggled goods he would stop in for a drink. His name was Wiil and he was sitting there mumbling something to himself. Nash watched the old geezer until Tentara came down with a glass and a bottle for Nash.
"What the hell is wrong with Wiil today?"
"Beats me, he came in here a bit frantic talking about gods and angels and hellfire. I think he might have dipped into some of that product he runs for Juyu." Tentara answered with a shrug.
"Gods?" Nash asked, a bit surprised.
"He's coming!" Wiil cried as he frantically rushed over to Nash. "He's searching for her, that little grease monkey you keep. She's the one, he has a tail, same as her! He glows with unbridled power, our god of destruction!"
Nash kicked the older man away. "Tentara, get rid of him, I don't need him scaring customers away." he instructed and stood to leave, his drink unfinished.
"Will do, Boss. Where are you going?" he asked as he watched Nash head back to the kitchen.
"I've got some business to attend to." he said, disappearing through the kitchen door.
Elio was just arriving as Nash burst out the back door into the courtyard behind the inn. Jumping aside so he didn't get trampled by the enormous man, the cook observed Nash pull on his goggles, adjust his bandana to cover his mouth and hop onto his speeder, leaving a cloud of dust so big it filled the empty space.
Rushing through the dusty, busy streets of Nazrack, Nash had to avoid the many vendors and merchants that had set up shop for the day. It was the day the Red sunset and the end of the dry season. He needed to get to the western edge of the city to discuss this business about this god and his slave, with one of the most feared kingpins in the entire city.
Half an hour later Nash stopped his speeder at the gate of a large compound. He looked up at the camera over the fence and waited. A few seconds later, a deep raspy voice crackled over the speaker, sounding more like static than any sentient being.
"You don't have an appointment."
"I need to speak with your boss, it's urgent."
"Make an appointment next time."
"This can't wait! You tell Castor that Nash is here to see him about the bid. He'll let me in, you'll see."
Silence reigned for a few minutes, the only sounds were the rusty squeaking hinges of a sign hanging from the arch of the tall gate. And the scratching sounds of dried shrub twigs shivering in the wind. The wind that howled in a deadly torrent over the cliffside villa at night. Everything was coated in the yellow dust that got kicked up by those massive dust storms. Crackling sounded over the speaker again and Nash looked up to grin a jagged toothed smile at the camera.
"Nash," came the smooth-as-smoke voice in a deep timber over the radio. "Well this must be important if you drove all the way here yourself. Lucky for you my last meeting is just wrapping up. Come on in."
Static signaled the radio cutting out and a low buzz sounded before the gate unlocked and slid open to allow Nash into the compound. He parked his ride near the door and went inside, looking over his shoulder for any nosy passerbys.
Inside the compound, Nash was greeted by two bodyguards that searched him for weapons and trackers. One was nearly twice his bulk and was covered in a thin layer of light brown hair. He had the face of a fox and the body of a combination humanoid. Nash knew this man, his name was Precitto, and he had a very cruel disposition; he was best known for torturing men that crossed Castor. The other a foot taller than Nash himself but much leaner in his build. The orange fin of hair and lizard-like eyes that were only shades lighter than the man's skin heralded his indignant heritage. The thick stubbish tail coated in beaded scales that matched the detailing around his eyes, along his jaw down the sides of his neck to disappear under his shirt and reappear as plates over the backs of his hands all marked him as full-blooded. This one Nash was unfamiliar with. Not many Oscerians were left, very few lived in the city and almost none of them were like this one.
"You're a new one," Nash judged the Oscerian.
"Newly promoted, Castor is like a father." his deep raspy voice the same one that had been over the intercom
"No shit!" Nash sneered at the taller man. "What's your name then?"
"Inigmo."
"Castor shoulda changed that for ya when he brought you home."
Inigmo didn't respond, he only escorted this piece of Mogwil dung to his boss's office. Most of the lowlives Castor had dealings with were close-minded, hell even those that were cut from a finer cloth were prejudiced pricks. The Oscerian didn't let it get to him, he had a job to do.
As they turned and walked into the eastern wing they heard voices coming from the open window at the end of the hall, which was adjacent to the balcony off Castor's office.
"Please, please Sir Castor, my ranch lost three Mogwil calves this month and the drought is so bad the cows aren't producing milk, I don't think we'll get many young this spring if I can't keep more credits to pay for water. I have a wife and child I need to feed as well. I beg you I only need three more days." The poor commoner pleaded with the well-dressed man in front of him; behind them the railing to the balcony that overlooked a vast canyon from two hundred feet in the air.
Sinigem Castor, went primarily by his last name, no one alive within the city knew his first name and he liked to keep it that way. He was nearly seven feet tall, and wore a fine charcoal-grey silk-suit with a woven pattern of paisleys, that was only visible when the light hit it just right. A white silk dress shirt contrasted with his tanned brown skin, around his neck was a thin black braided cord clasped with a silver nine-pointed star. Down to his mid-back hung a thin braid of orange hair, it matched the rusty orange velvet vest he wore over his white shirt. His face was cast in shadows by the wide brim of his black hat. Only his lips showed, they were a thin hard line that curled up on one end.
As the poor man begged for his life Castor pulled a metal cigarette case out of his jacket pocket. He removed one brown wrapped cigarette and placed it between his lips as the man finished begging. "Seems to me you don't really care about paying me what you owe." He lit the mini cigar and the light illuminated his nearly white eyes with the tell-tale pupils of his grandmother's people, the Oscerians. "I might as well just put someone else in charge of running that ranch." Castor pointed to the two thugs he had standing by just behind the rancher, then he twirled his finger skyward in a signal to finish the man off. He took a long drag of his cigarette, as the man pleaded some more. The glow from the ember made his eyes shine an eerie yellow; a smile showing his blunted fangs.
The rancher's screams could be heard as he plummeted to his death. Nash smiled at the ruthlessness of his old friend. Nobody ever got rich running a charity, or so they always told themselves.
"Tell me something, Eeny, if this planet is just a desolate ball of yellow and orange dust wouldn't it have been better to be one of them colors instead of green? Maybe yer people coulda, I don't know, ahh… blended in a bit better. Eh?"
Again the tall lizard-man did not engage, he needed this position and couldn't risk everything over some worthless flesh-peddler. Inigmo opened the door to Castor's office just as his boss entered from the balcony.
"Well, it was thrilling chatting with you Ingo. You ever have a worthless daughter you bring her to me I'll pay you handsomely for her. Hell, I'd even take a son off yer hands. You know if he ain't up to yer standards I know how you Oscerians are." Nash remarked with a wink before going through the opened door to Castor's office.
"Nash, perfect timing." Castor said as he hung up his hat to relieve he had a full head of hair, not the strip like the guard holding open the door. "I see you met Inigmo, he's a new captain among my men. He can be a bit rough around the edges, but he's damn good with a blade. Let me tell you." Castor waved the fellow Oscerian into the room and dismissed the other two just coming in from the balcony. "Go get yourselves a drink boys. First bottles on me tonight." Both men ducked their heads in understanding and gratitude before rushing out past Inigmo.
"Yeah, I met him alright, not much for talkin' I see." Nash said sneering at this captain that was being made privy to their dealings.
"Never mind that, have a seat. Would you like a drink?" Castor offered as he pulled out two cups and a crystal decanter filled with a lime green liquid.
"I won't say no old friend." Nash said as he plopped himself into one of the large comfy chairs near Castor's desk.
"I assume this is about the rumors and your urgency to expedite the auction?" Castor asked as he handed Nash the glass before taking his seat.
"I don't care if the galactic emperor is searching for her, or someone like her. That little monkey bitch is mine and she is coming into her prime, I will not let someone else take what I have been waiting for." Nash sneered slamming his drink.
Castor frowned, he knew what a god was capable of, and didn't want his home to fall prey to this Destroyer. "Is she really that valuable?" he asked his old friend, how could one slave be worth his entire business.
"You don't get it, she is a Saiyan. Do you know what that means?" Nash said, pouring more liquor into his cup.
Castor shook his head, "I thought the Saiyan race was destroyed an eon ago." he said, of course, everyone knew about the long-extinct race, there was a planet in another quadrant where all the humanoids had a drop of the god races blood in them, but no one had seen a full-blooded Saiyan in over a thousand years.
"Her mother was one, she came here when she was pregnant with the girl. I heard she had been on an intergalactic transport vessel for refugees, but they broke down in space. None of the mercks knew how long it had been out there but it was believed that they had been adrift for decades. The merks sold her to cover a debt they had with Juyu and sold the rest of the refugees into slavery. I bought her brat from Juyu when her mother died, she was a scrawny little thing, barely out of swaddling clothes. That was ten years ago." Nash spoke as he drank.
"Okay," Castor replied, "that still doesn't explain why she is so priceless to you."
"Once she hits her prime at twenty she won't age for eighty years, that's four times the length of life most whores have. I might lose twenty years off that, because she isn't kept in ideal conditions for her kind but that is still sixty years of usefulness. That bitch is also the best damn mechanic in the quadrant, if I lose her my garage will go under. I can't lose her." Nash exclaimed.
"I see, and if this god decides to take her? What do you think you will be able to do to stop him? You aren't particularly powerful, and he is a god."
"I'll kill her. Besides, she'll be a whore by week's end. I doubt a god wants to soil his hands with just some common whore." Nash declared.
"Do you have a higher bid than mine?" Castor asked.
"My old friend, why do you think I am here?"
"So that you can make even more money. I know that no one has bid above me. Name your price."
"500,000 credits, and not a cent less."
"That is unexpected. If she will be of so much value to you through her long life, why do you want so much for her first time? I will double my bid to 300(k)."
"Believe me that girl is a wild animal and her first will be a battle."
"She is inexperienced, I've seen her clear the tables and pour drinks. Yes she is the most comely of the young females you have-she is a rare species-but she shrinks in on herself; shys away from touches. What you need is someone to break her in. Someone to show her the joy to be had. My bid is more than generous and I will also be doing you a favor, 350."
"I know your appetites with virgins," Nash shook his finger at Castor, "you and your boys . I will have to make up for a month's worth of income from her if she comes back half as bad as the last three. And with all her attributes that will be 400. So really I'm giving you a discount."
"Semantics." Castor sneered.
"You'll pay it or I'll cancel the bids and take her myself."
Castor sighed. "We have an accord." he waved to the Oscerian near the door.
Inigmo crossed the room and reached into a cupboard along the wall. He pulled out a metallic case and brought it over to the desk, where he set it down in front of Castor.
Nodding to the younger man, Castor opened the case with a lock code. "500,000 credits for one little bitch." The kingpin counted out 250,000 credits onto a plate and slid them over to Nash.
"What is this Castor?"
"Half now, and half upon delivery of the goods." pulling the platter back he looked Nash over. I am still getting the other package tonight, yes?" Nash nodded warily. "Excellent, bring this little Saiyan to me as well."
"I haven't had time to prepare her for you."
"Do not worry about that. I will see to her preparations myself."
"And I'll get the rest of the payment?"
"Of course you will," Castor smiled like a snake and placed his hand over his heart. "I give you my word, Nash."
"Alright, the first one is being delivered at noon per your request." Nash stood to leave. "I'll bring Bee along too."
When Inigmo opened the door Nash was met by a blue alien from the central district. He was dressed in civilian clothes but Nash recognized him as the Galactic Patrolman responsible for the trade routes of this sector.
"Officer Uwley, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Castor said in an almost cheerful tone.
Uwley stepped aside to allow Nash out, Ingimo held the door open for the officer then shut the door before Nash was able to hear the rest of the conversation. He had never seen the Galactic Patrolman in Castor's presence, of course, the man was paid off. This could spell danger for either Nash being privy to such a meeting, or the entire planet. The whore monger decided he didn't want to find out and hurried out of the compound.
"Nan, you are going to get me into trouble." Bee scolded the older woman as she helped her onto a stool. Nash had already left the garage but he would be back once he finished his first half a bottle for the day.
"Fuck that bastard!"
"Nan!?" Bee was shocked she hadn't heard Nan swear like that, let alone disparage anyone thusly.
"What did you think this old biddy couldn't hold her own among the filth that runs this city?" Nan cackled, causing Bee to shake her head at the old woman's antics before returning to her work. "He's coming, Bee, I hear tell he's got a tail like yours. There aren't many survivors but he destroyed planet Salick a few days back."
Bee paused, Salick was a world of thieves, slaves, and traffickers, not so different from the city-states of Alblossca. Unlike Alblossca, Salick had been terraformed centuries ago to be habitable. If it was gone there went the main source of slaves and drugs for Alblossca and things would get really hard from here on out.
"That's terrible. He destroyed an entire planet?"
"Good riddance I say. That planet was full of the worst kind of people." Nan spat on the ground to emphasize her dislike.
"What about all the slaves? They were innocent people." Bee asked, feeling angry and scared that this god might target them next.
"A quick death is a lot more merciful for the slaves that were kept there than the lives they were livin'." Nan said seriously.
"But what about how the other outer planets that relied on Salick for fresh slaves and mung tar are going to fair after this? The main supplier has been blipped out of existence. The junkies are going to lose their minds. The women that work here are going to be forced to make more slaves to keep this place open. This god certainly is one of destruction. By blowing up one planet in the sector he has thrown all others into turmoil. We might not feel it now but it's gonna happen, and it won't be pretty." Bee ended her tirade with a huff.
Just then they heard Nash's speeder start-up and the large gate open before he tore out leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
"That's odd," Bee said and ran to the front of the Garage to peek out the door and watch her master fly down the streets. "Where is he going at this hour?" she muttered to herself. In the clearing clouds of dust Bee saw Tentara throw an older man out of the bar.
"The Great Saiyan God of Destruction is coming, and he is going to level this place to the ground, for keeping his kin as a slave!" The man shouted as he picked himself up out of the dirt. He looked in Bee's direction and she quickly retreated inside to shut and bolt the door.
Now she was nervous. Her mind was reeling. This god was a Saiyan?
Wiil made his way over to the garage and he started pounding on the large metal door. "Call off your savior! He comes for you! Go with him in peace and leave us poor wretches be. Get off this planet and go to your god you little bitch!" He screamed
Bee jumped when the man all but threw himself against the metal causing it to rattle and shack the whole building. Nan came up beside her and patted the young woman's shoulder.
"I'll get this drunken fool outta here, but you should think about what I said girl." the elder female said before unbolting the door and going out into the street.
Bee could hear Nan yelling at the guy, they argued for several minutes as Bee pulled out her invention and began working on some finishing touches. She tried to forget the things that drunkard had said. There was no way she had anything to do with some god. She was just a slave, a slave that was going to free herself tonight.
Finally finished with her GPX, dubbed such for its ability to block her life force signature and the device implanted on her brain stem. Going to the door, now that the crazy drunkard was gone she held the Gpx securely in her hands. Looking between it and the road, she pressed the only button on it and a red light faded into green. Taking a deep breath she stepped over the threshold of the doorway and into the street.
Squeezing her eyes shut she waited, but nothing happened. Opening her eyes she looked around, no one was on the street, but she knew this was a dangerous place to stay. If anyone saw her here Nash would surely torture her for it, if not kill her. Climbing up the wall of the adjacent building Bee made it to the rooftops, where she finally released the breath she didn't know she was still holding.
From above the city didn't seem so bad. She ventured toward the market square, sticking to the roofs and shadows. Fascinated by all the colors and decorations for the festivities tonight she watched the people come and go buying and selling goods. The smell of the food being cooked for the start of the lunch hours made her stomach groan. She had skipped breakfast again and her body protested at the lack of nutrients. With one final look at the market Bee returned to the garage.
Enjoying a quiet lunch in the kitchen Bee and Elio played a secret game of bones. Something Elio had taught her to help pass the time on slow nights when Nash would dip into his own goods and services. Before the game ended Nash returned, driving his speeder into the courtyard between the Inn and the garage.
"Well young'en, looks like our game is over. Ya better get back to the garage before he catches you 'ere." Elio said, swiping the bones off the table into their potch.
"Back to the grindstone," Bee groaned.
"Buck up, 'least you got yer gadgets." Elio countered cheerfully.
"Yeah, I suppose that's a bright side." Bee smiled as she felt the circular device in her pocket.
Standing, she stretched and made her way to the door. The tests she had run had all been successful. She had even been able to go outside the compound for half an hour before lunch. Climbing over that outer wall she would feel free for the first time in her life, but trying to get through the city would prove difficult, and then where would she go? Bee returned quickly after her short adventure, she didn't want to arouse suspicion during the day, she wanted to wait until nightfall and her master fell asleep, that way she would have several hours to put distance between them.
Crossing the dusty yard between buildings Bee stopped in her tracks as Nash's towering figure appeared in the doorway of the garage. Shifting her weight on her feet Bee felt the weight of her controller in her pocket, it helped to calm her now rapidly beating heart, marginally.
"Go get yourself cleaned up. You join the ranks tonight."
"W-what? But I'm not twenty yet, I-"
"I don't give a shit, I've seen you in that server's uniform, it hardly fits you. And this." Nash grabbed Bee's chest and she tried to sink into the wall he had her pinned to. "What the?" Grouping around her chest through the suit, he could feel the bindings making her chest harder than it should be. Squeezing her throat Nash slammed her into the wall, "You lying little mongrel! You've been holdin' out." Nash ripped open the front of the coveralls, popping the zipper off in the process. He shredded the black tank top she wore and glared down at the bindings made of a large bandage. He pulled out his knife and sliced it open her sports bra and all, nicking her flesh along the way. Her breasts spilled out and Nash released her throat to grope both with his hands. "You have been ready for years haven't you?"
"No! No, don't." Bee tried to fight him off, she managed to knock his hands off her and kneed him in the groin.
As the large man fell to the ground Bee ran for the open gate. She only made it halfway before her body seized and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Nash climbed to his feet, the control for her implant in his hand. "You filthy little bitch, Castor will just have to bathe you himself." He kicked her where she lay before throwing her dead weight over the back of his speeder and heading off to deliver her to Castor.
Elio watched from the door to the kitchen, he had been ready to stop Bee from leaving. If she had gotten too far from Nash, her implant would've exploded, killing her instantly. He struggled to keep his face neutral as he watched the rest of the scene unfold. He had come out when Bee screamed, but hadn't expected to see Nash molesting her bare chest and her ensuing struggle against him. The cook felt a sinking feeling in his gut, Bee would never be the same after this.
Opening her eyes Bee felt like she was in a cloud of dust, everything was muffled, her vision blurry. Trying to place her hand over her eyes to shield them from the single light over the table beside her, Bee realized she was restrained. Inch thick leather straps and an enhanced carbonate material strapped her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. Her clothes were gone, only a sheer silver knee-length sleeveless dress that did little to cover was the only thing besides the restraints. Straining against them, Bee heard the muffled voices grow louder.
"Well, well," Castor said, sliding up next to the woman and Bee looked over to be met by his evil grin. "Looks like the guest of honor is finally awake." he hooked a knuckle under her chin and lifted it, when Bee pulled away his smile grew and he chuckled. "I hope you don't mind but we started without you." he waved his hand to the table next to her and she turned to look.
Crying out Bee squeezed her eyes closed and turned her face away from the sight. The leather of the restraints groaned under the force of Bee's struggle to free herself.
"You slept through the best parts, now watch the rest."
Castor gripped her head and turned her back to look at the girl no older than fifteen being viciously taken on the cold stone slab table beside her. Tears tracked down from the corners of the girl's eyes. Bee closed her eyes again. Castor nodded to the man over the other girl and he pulled out a knife to start cutting the girl. She screamed and Bee flinched.
"If you don't watch we will torture you with her screams." he hissed into Bee's ear.
Slowly Bee opened her eyes as sobs wracked her body. Her big blue orbs connected with the other girl's copper ones. The light that had once burned in those eyes was fading. Bee couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but those eyes. Even as the men grew more and more violent and the life faded from her eyes all together Bee never looked away.
The light from the setting sun's rays hit the stained glass window that spanned most of the length of the western wall as Castor slit the girl's throat to drain every last drop of blood. It ran down her body in rivulets to pool into the channel under her body, it mixed with her virginal blood and the spilled semen of all nine men in the room, where it ran down into a bowl made of the skull of the great Nezzark beasts that used to roam the dunes of Alblossca.
All the men gathered and chanted in an unknown dialect as Castor raised the vessel of blood and human fluids over them. They continued their haunting mantra as they circled around Bee. three of the men near her head held her face up and forced her jaw open. Castor walked up to her side and began to pour the contents of the vessel over her opened mouth.
Bee tried to scream as the blood was poured slowly over her nose and mouth. She gagged as it filled her sinuses. Blood leaked through her tears ducts and cast her vision in red, Bee choked and coughed, spraying blood to rain down on her face. She was forced to swallow a mouth full of blood and mucus so she could take a breath.
The thick coppery tasting substance felt like liquid lightning as Bee allowed it regretfully down her throat. It seemed to electrify her own blood as it filled her gullet. Her eyes snapped open, the blue depths shifted to an iridescent violet and then bled to become a luminous red that burned like the sun itself.
"We did it boys, our god is with-" Castor didn't get to finish his words as Kolrabi broke through her restraints and grabbed for his throat.
When Bee opened her eyes the red haze cleared to allow her to focus. The man leaning over her began to speak and she felt power surge through her body like a drug. Suddenly she had him by the throat. She squeezed and watched his eyes bug out of his head. Sitting up she stuck her hand through his right lung, and licked the blood from her fingers after removing it from Castor's chest cavity.
Five of the eight men in the room scrambled to the cupboard where the blades were kept. Two of them engaged with Bee, while the last one fell to his knees and began to pray. The girl had transformed into some evil beast.
She roared out her challenge as her fangs lengthened and a blue aura whipped around her making the ends of her hair lift in the wind the energy created. It swirled around her in a vortex of blue flames and yellow lightning, and the two men readied to fight her.
She launched herself at them faster than they could register and put her right hand through the heart of one and threw his body at the other with the flick of her wrist. Looking at the hand that had been through the man's chest she watched as the pulsing organ stopped its movement. Tipping her head she stared at the veiny heart and squeezed until it burst and sent blood and bits of muscle flying across her face and chest, smiling a toothy grin at the whimpering fool on his knees to her side.
Her attention shifted to the four men with blades drawn when one of them threw a knife and she caught it with her jet black tail. Her smile twisted evilly as she turned to face the quartet of strong men. The man that had been hit with his comrades' heartless corpse scrambled for the door and Kolrabi pounced on him, crushing him into pulp under her enhanced power.
She stood from her crouch, covered in pieces of the man she had squashed like a bug. "You sought to penetrate me did you not?" she asked in a gravel that sounded like shifting ice as it crashed upon the shore of distant oceans on frozen worlds none of them knew anything about.
The fifth man that had gone for blades, grabbed the collar of the fool that had fallen to his knees to pray and dragged him away from Kolrabi.
"You fool that's not our god, she killed the Boss!"
"Hehehe," Bee laughed at their stupidity. "Which one of you wants to meet your precious god next?" she said smiling, the blood in her mouth staining her teeth yellow and rust.
Another yelled his rage and charged at Bee where she stood bathed in blood. How dare she kill his boss and two of his brothers then mock their beliefs. The sword he had selected was raised over his head ready to cut down the murderess whore.
Bee only smiled wider and watched as the other men with weapons began to join the fray with each step of the first man. Time slowed for Kolradi as her latent instincts took over her actions. Blocking the strike of the sword with her bare hand the steel barely did any damage and she ripped it from the hands of the brute and spun to dodge another attack and used the man's momentum to throw him onto the blade of the second attacker, both of them falling to the floor under his bulk.
Completing a full 270-degree spin she launched the blade in her hand into the throat of the third as he came barreling towards her, with more of his knives drawn. The fourth she flipped over as he swung and embedded the blade into the arm of the dying man on the floor. As he struggled to free the blade, Bee ran from the fifth man and jumped up off the pile of bodies forming around her, jumped onto the fourth attacker's shoulders, and used her own momentum to flip him over with her, causing him to take the blow from the final fighter.
The second one pulled himself out from under his comrades' corpses and pulled the blade out of his fallen comrade's arm. The fifth and final henchmen jumped back from Bee and pulled the knives from the third where he had dropped them at his side before dying from the sword through his neck. Before he could stand to face her, the knife she still held with her tail embedded itself into his skull right to the hilt, Bee having launched it with the force of her tail. She laughed again as he fell over dead, a stunned look on his frozen face.
"Get up you fool! She'll kill you next!" The second attacker, and last man standing yelled at the simpering religious fanatic on the ground where he crawled through the bodies to lay himself at Kolrabi's feet.
Stepping on the crawling man the young Saiyan stalked the armed guard across the room, ignoring the moans of those taking their final breaths and the pleas of the revenant imbecile she used as a stepping stone.
"Why would I waste my time on him, when you are still armed." Bee tilted her head as her eyes flashed with the flames of rage. She looked over to the disemboweled girl on the ceremonial slab. Scanning back to the man holding the sword shaking in his hands she smiled.
In a flash of movement she knocked the blade away, it spun through the air reflecting rays of light across Kolrabi's features. She grabbed the man by both of his elbows and pulled with all her strength in one powerful jerk. The sound of snapping bones and tearing flesh and muscle was barely drowned out by the man's screams of agony. The muscles of his upper arms remained mostly intact to his person as the skin and humerus bones gave way and detached. Blood sprayed out from the muscle and tissue stubs still attached to his shoulders as it bubbled out of the torn flesh in her hands.
Two men burst through the door, frozen in the doorway, as they watched the torrent of blood spray across Kolradi's face. She had a nearly serene smile with her eyes closed and bathed in the blood of her enemies. As they began to recognize some of the faces of the corpses around the room, their expressions changed to anger and they fired their drawn weapons at the girl turned demon.
The blasts barely scathed her as she stalked towards them, her latest victim's arms still in her hands. Crushing the bones of the one in her dominant hand and tossed it up in between blasts, she grabbed hold of the surgical neck where the deltoid had detached as it came back down. Bee flicked the arm like a sword and flung the lower parts to fly across the room and splatter against the wall. Finally, she threw the bone in her hand at one of the men impaling his face on the sharp edge of the shattered humerus.
The second guard took his eyes off her as his partner fell to the ground. Looking back to where she had been he let out a scream to find her directly in front of him. Stumbling backwards he dropped his weapon.
"M-m-monster." he gasped.
Bee grinned, showing heer sharp fangs and blood-stained teeth. Using the one arm she still held onto she began swinging it wildly in a vicious barrage of attacks, breaking his bones along with the one in the arm she used as a weapon. Eventually, she only had the upper half of the humerus in her hands and used the rounded head of it to smash the guard's skull to a pulp.
"Oh great savior! I am but your humble servant, tell me your demands Oh great Bublezeeb." the man crawling through the bloodied remains of his comrades said.
Bee jumped and landed in a squat on the body in front of the fanatic. Her smile twisted as she snapped her teeth in the man's face. "You should have listened to your friends. I am not your god, I am your death." She then grabbed the man by the sides of his head and pressed them together, reveling in the sound of his agonized screams.
Nash sat in his office counting out his money and stacking it into the safe behind his desk. True to his word Castor had paid the other half upon delivery of Kolrabi. He had not been happy about her condition but had taken her nonetheless. The other girl had been dropped off by the third party he used to avoid getting caught trafficking children for Castor to use and dispose of.
He didn't care for what Castor did with those young girls, but it made him rich so he did it anyway. It wasn't as if those kids would have a decent life. Most would end up becoming whores or breeders and dying young from disease, their overexerted bodies unable to handle the number of children they were forced to bear.
Every now and then there would be rare breeds, those ones Nash would keep for himself and only allow Castor to use for the evening. Most weren't half as strong as Bee, that girl could lift speeders, that was why he had that implant embedded into her when he had purchased her. She was more powerful than she knew, he had been suppressing her for years. He left the control with Castor, the gangster might be needing it once the little monkey woke up.
A soft knock came to his wall. "Come in," he beckoned.
"Nash?" Elio asked, entering the office through a door hidden in the wall.
"What is Elio?"
"Sir, the kitchen is ready to start servin' dinner early tonight, would ya like me to open up early for ya?" Elio asked, he noticed the pile of cash on the desk and quickly looked away the taste of bile rising up in his throat.
"That's fine, now get back to work." Nash snapped.
Returning to the money Nash hummed to himself about all the money he was going to start making. After several minutes, the com device on his wrist started beeping. Opening the panel he saw Precitto.
"Nash we have a situation, you need to get over here."
Castor had been slowly drowning in his own blood as he struggled to crawl to the slab where he hid his gun and the girl's belongings. Managing to reach it he also opened the door that had let the guards into the room. He collapsed as he watched Bee talk to the zealot among them. His mind drifted back to the conversation with the Galactic Patrolman earlier that morning.
"Officer Uwley, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Castor said with a genuine smile and waved to the Patrolman to sit.
"Castor," Uwley nodded to the gangster that ran this city and stopped near one of the chairs, never sitting. "Our arrangement is coming to an end."
"I didn't authorize this," Castor spoke in a deceivingly cool voice, his smile fading.
"Neither did I, Sir. I am being restationed." Uwley stated seriously.
Brows pinching together Castor waved at the seat again. He would not kill the man if these were orders from the Galactic HQ. releasing a sigh he sat back into his chair as Uwley took the offered seat. "This is unexpected, have they given you a reason for this sudden change? I could always use a man of your talents in the fold."
"I hope to return, if the planet is still here." Uwley mused.
"What?"
"Surely you have heard the rumors about the Destroyer God? He is on a rampage through the outer rim, he entered the Eastern Quadrant two days ago."
"I heard he was only searching."
"That one sounds like a fairytale, what use does a god have for an engineer? The Galactic Empire dismissed those claims as hearsay, they do not make official reports. What is clear is that he has destroyed several planets over the past twenty years, and Alblossca is within his sights. HQ is pulling all patrolmen off their assigned planets within the quadrant until he moves on. If Alblossca survives I will request to return."
"What of Salime?" Castor asked suspiciously.
"We are getting married this evening, after the red sunsets. I came to invite you. I will not leave him and the kids here."
"Looking out for yourself as usual I see."
"Castor, my friend," Uwley stood and leaned over the desk and smiled. "I am here telling you what the Empire is doing, am I not?"
Castor shrugged and smiled back knowingly at Uwley. The officer always gave him fair warning. "I'll roll the dice on this one."
"I knew you would." The patrolman stood and walked to the door. "We will see you this evening, yes? Uwley Jr. is looking forward to seeing his Uncle Cas."
"I'll be there, old friend."
As he watched the red-eyed beast that had once been a meek little girl tear the head off of his brother and tear it in two before eating his brains. Castor tried to laugh. Uwley was wrong, that god of destruction had to be after this girl. She had a power in her that was inhuman, perhaps she was his long-lost daughter. He coughed and blood sprayed on the floor in front of him.
He wouldn't be making it to Uwley's wedding after all.
At the sound of his cough Bee turned those burning red eyes on him and pounced on the dying man. He coughed up more blood, spraying it across Bee's thighs. Growling she snapped her jaws in his face and wrapped her fingers around his throat. Waiting until his focus returned to her, she snarled and bared her teeth at him in a threatening manner. The smell of his fear-filled her nostrils and she snapped his neck before letting his limp body fall to the floor.
She stood heaving in breaths as the killing glow ebbed in her eyes, Kolrabi was covered from head to toe in blood, and bits of bone and brain. She closed her eyes and roared victory to the ceiling. The door swung open and her eyes snapped open, once again red as the giant sun setting on the other side of the intricate stained glass, and she returned to a fighting stance.
"Where is that useless girl!?" Xeon screeched as she came into the kitchen.
Elio glared at her and spit into the garbage before he went back to washing the dishes.
"Excuse me!?"
"Why dontcha ask yer man Nash huh?" Elio grumbled.
Xeon clicked her tongue and marched to the door near the back exit, which led to a hidden door in Nash's office. She knocked gently and called out to her master shyly, an act seemingly out of character for her. An act that caused Elio to nearly drop the dish he was cleaning. Xeon waited nervously, after several moments nothing happened.
Xeon marched back out to the front of the house and went to the true door to the office. It was dark inside, she leaned her ear against it and listened but there were no sounds coming from within. Scanning the room around her Xeon made sure no one was watching when she tried to open the door. The door didn't budge, it was locked. Scared, she scurried back into the kitchen.
"Why would Nash be gone during business hours?" she demanded of one of the few employees Nash had.
"What the hell ya askin' me fo girl?" He barked in her face.
"Just go back to sellin' yer flesh for him. I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"Something ain't right." she hissed to Elio.
Elio turned to face Xeon this time, slamming the pot he was scrubbing down into the sink in the process, splashing water on both of them.
"Yer damn right somthin's amiss! That bastard is probably out spendin' all that money he made selling Bee off to that Castor fella. Now get the hell outta my kitchen and go do what you do for that pig."
"C-C-Castor?" Xeon asked, her eyes wide with horror as tears built up in them.
Elio didn't know what to do. He didn't think Xeon would have a problem with Castor, he had seen her serve him and his men on the one occasion he had seen them come in. He had also left early that night, he couldn't risk that corrupt son of a bitch seeing him and wanting to hire him. Nash would've fired Elio just so he would've had to have taken the job.
"Nash sold Bee to C-Castor ?" her voice barely a whisper. A tiny sob worked its way out of her suddenly dry throat as she clasped her hands over her mouth and sank down towards the floor.
Elio caught her and lifted her against him. The cook marched both of them out the back door to the small courtyard, and away from the prying eyes of the others that had started to notice Xeon's odd behavior.
Inigmo was near the back of Castor's mansion, sitting on the ledge of the great plateau city. He was watching the Great Sunset in the west. The shadows in the canyon below were growing, casting the yellow and orange earth into darkness against the intense light. Only the many scattered pillar outcroppings still caught the light making them glow like embers in a river of coal.
The Oscerian muttered chanting hymns as he crafted a winged creature out of a piece of cloth by applying intricate folds to the square foot of thin fabric. Passing his hand over the completed creature his quiet chanting stopped and Inigmo whispered to it inaudibly. Then taking a lighter out of his, he set the thing on fire and let it fall from his hands over the edge of the cliffside. Chanting renewed, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, and then broke it in half. Placing the still light half in his mouth, cherry out, he took a drag as he rolled the paper of the other half in his fingers to release the dried crushed leaves out to carry his prayers to the world of the spirits.
Jumping up when he heard the roar of an angered beast that was as foreign to him as the clothes on his back still were, Inigmo spun toward the big house where it had come from. He ran inside and down to the basement, where there should've been guards outside the door. There were none, only a pool of blood seeping out from under the chamber door.
The Oscerian reached for the handle and hesitated. Was he ready to see the disturbing rituals he had heard Castor performed behind this door? Another roar, this one longer as it trailed off it sent shivers up the short frill of spines that covered the column of his back. Straightening those spine frills they poked through the fabric of his shirt and he kicked open the door to the room bathed in light and color fractals of varying shades of red and orange to browns and violets; blaster drawn.
He let the weapon fall loose in his hands when those glowing rage-filled eyes turned on him, and the animalistic figure they belonged to prepared to fight him. Castor lay at her feet and all across the room were his slaughtered co-workers, or what remained of them. Inigmo dared to look past the beast-woman to the slab in the middle of the room where the only lamp cast light upon the form of a dead girl. The same girl he had escorted to Castor earlier that evening before his shift ended. He dropped to his knees at the sight of her mutilated body as the blaster fell to the floor and he let out a small cry of sorrow.
Bee snapped out of her killing rage with the mournful sound that came from the Oscerian. Gripping for her spinning head she tried to remember where she was and what was happening. The squishing sound and feel of something wet on her hands made Bee jerking her palms down to stare at them in horror. They were covered in blood and pieces of flesh were caught under hir claw-like fingernails. A fresh wave of dizziness struck her and she refocused on the ground where she saw the dead man at her feet. All of the memories from her rage came flooding in with Castor's face and she fell to her knees, retching on the man's corpse.
Inigmo shifted his attention back to Bee when she moved. Their eyes connected for a moment after she spit the taste of blood and bile from her mouth, he read pain and confusion in them. He sprang to his feet and grabbed the young woman by her shoulders.
"What did you do to that girl!?" he demanded angrily, as he shook her.
Bee didn't know what he was talking about and looked around until her eyes fell on Moai. throwing his grip off her with a swing of her arm Bee sat back and sobbed. "These bastards killed her, they took turns torturing her until her spirit left her, then they killed her and made me drink her blood!"
Inigmo jumped back, his eyes growing wide as she spoke, his vision blurred as unshed tears filled them and threatened to fall. "Inigo," he whispered under his breath.
Bee looked up to him through her own tears and saw the pain twist his features until the tears spilled down his cheeks, staining the fine shirt he wore.
"We need to go." Inigmo said, climbing to his feet. He tore the shirt off from his front lapels, the spines on his back aiding in the ripping of the fabric. Throwing it on the ground he spat on it then held his hand down to Bee. "Come, young one, you will not be safe in this city."
Bee hesitated and looked at the massacre she was solely responsible for. "Where will I go?"
"My people will shelter you until you can decide that for yourself." Inigmo offered.
"B-but…" Bee wasn't sure if she should trust this man. He worked for Castor, why did he have the tattoos of his people covering his chest? Would his people accept him back?
Inigmo saw the question on her face. "Come, it is a long journey. I will explain on the way, but if we are found here they will kill us both."
This time Bee took his hand and jumped to her feet. They both turned towards the door as voices and footsteps could be heard heading their way. Bee panicked and scrambled to the compartment near the slab that Castor had managed to open before he collapsed. She could smell her clothes in there and searched frantically for her coveralls. When she found them she rushed back to Inigmo, the guards were right outside the room. Many were stunned by the sight, Bee used this to her advantage, and without thinking she pulled the man toward the large stained glass window, Inigmo's hand secured in her vice-like grip.
"Wh-No! We can't, it's too high we-" the Oscerian protested as Bee hurled them both through the window. "FOOLISH GIRL WE WILL DIE! IT'S 150 FEET TO THE BOTTOM!"
His words reached her as the wind rushed past them. Bee pulled him closer and wrapped her limbs around Inigmo. She had a moment of panic when she saw the ground rapidly approaching them. Squeezing her eyes closed she thought " I don't want to die!"
Uwley sat at the head of the table with his new husband Salime, their three children all down one side of the table. Juyu, the ruler of the city-state of Nazrack at the other end. Friends and relatives sat on both sides, filling up the rest of the table, except for one seat, closest to Uwley. It had been reserved for Castor but the man had never shown up for the wedding. It was unlike him to not keep to his schedules, and Uwley had hoped he would show up a bit late. As dinner was served one of Juyu's men came rushing in to whisper in his ear.
Juyu waved his hand and the man went running out.
"It appears there was an incident at Castor's estate." The gargantuan worm said in his deceptively high-toned voice. "My men are going to the scene, you should accompany them, Uwley. This is still your jurisdiction until you leave tomorrow. Perhaps you can ascertain what happened and get me a report so I know how to respond to this event.
"Yes, Lord Juyu." Uwley said as he stood from his seat. Salime gave him a worried look and he bent to kiss his husband's forehead. "Don't fret, my dear, I am sure all is well."
Uwley walked out his expression turning dark as he turned away from his family. Something was very very wrong, he could feel it in his gut.
Note: okay so that conversation between Nash and Inigmo was hard and the one with Castor and Nash was fucked up. But I wanted to capture how fucked up the people involved in human and animal trafficking are, they talk about these creatures as if they are nothing more than a pay day, a commodity. With all the women Nash has from such varying worlds, most are out of the elements they evolved to thrive in and have a difficult time adapting to this desert planet.