Side Stories
Edited by a person of many names Blood Raven AKA TimedRaven117. Go check out his story Mass Effect: X-Com Theory!
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Arachnid Empire territory, Klendathu orbit, CV-690 Enterprise April/23/2329 AD
Sergeant Major Hector Kairis followed close behind Lieutenant Réti Béla of the BlackShields Platoon as they walked to the conference room, "Any idea on what's going on?"
"Nope, but if they're calling us up, it requires a hammer which means nothing good." Béla commented as he turned a corner.
Hector nodded not liking the idea of being a hammer on Klendathu, any other planet he had no problem with, but his older brother had been in the first invasion and had been mentally broken by the landing. A man just couldn't see a carpet of dead bodies and not be shaken.
Béla hit a switch and opened the door to a conference room. Inside was Rear Admiral Evelina Rayt Leonidovna looking pissed and puffing on a cigar like it was the only thing keeping her from a psychotic break. 'Well that can't be good.' Hector muttered internally as Leonidovna gestured for them to sit.
Leonidovna took a long drag then said in a voice that was all too calm, "Lieutenant Réti an hour ago the Valley Forge was shot down by plasma fire, before you ask, from what communication we've gotten from the ship the Hero lives, damn his one eyed soul to hell." Hector had heard rumors Leonidovna and Rico had bad blood, but this was the first confirmation he gotten, now he wondered what had happened between those two. "I've been ordered to take the Enterpriseand use my fighter detachment to wipe the plasma bugs out, however the bugs and some idiots on the surface have thrown several wrenches into the mix." She clicked a button on her desk while taking another drag, showing what appeared to be a downed Roger Young Class frigate, "Looks like the enemy took control of the triple A cannons on the frigate and are protecting their own air defenses."
"What, who would use Terran weapons to attack Terrans?" Béla asked, confused.
Leonidovna leaned back in her seat "No idea, but some reports from the survivors we've picked up indicates the bugs have been experimenting on humans, and creating some crack pot pseudo religions around the worship of the bugs. Either way this is a problem we need to deal with."
"Why not just nuke it from orbit?" Hector asked seeing the easy way out.
"Because of these idiots that arrived on scene a few minutes ago." Leonidovna cursed, flicking a switch and changing the image time stamp and showing something arriving on scene, he couldn't make it out clearly though, "Enhance segment G 27." She said between a cigar and clenched teeth, a moment later he saw what it was. Four Pegasus Combat Skimmers and a dozen Spirit Reconnaissance Skimmers were assaulting the side of the ship. Several light armor troopers charging the holes they made. "These idiot are in our line of fire already attacking the ship, but the only reason we haven't disregarded them and launched the big N is this," She flicked a button and zoomed in on one of the wings of a Pegasus.
On it was laughing Skull and crossed swords engulfed in fire, with words inscribed on a scroll under it "Blackburn's Raiders, why does that name sound familiar?"
"Elizabeth Blackburn was the poster child for invasion companies, she went from Corporal to Captain in a year and was one of the first units to hit the surface, rumor is she charged the bugs with a broadsword and forced the bugs to withdraw from combat with her unit." Leonidovna supplied.
"Admirable, so you want us to go in and help them destroy the enemy and rescue her and her forces?" Béla asked.
"Close, Blackburn's dead, it was confirmed during the first invasion, she and her staff burnt to death in a bug plasma strike, her unit though did not break, and did not retreat like most cases, they held, and managed to hold the line for 15 hours allowing dozens of other companies to escape. SICON has been under the impression it was wiped out in the last attack, apparently they were wrong like always." Hector chuckled at that comment. "You and your platoon are going to be dropped into that fight and destroy the enemy and rescue her forces, those heroes have been left for dead long enough."
Béla saluted "I will get my forces ready to drop when the time comes ma'am"
"Good, dismissed!"
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Hector landed on the side of a hill just outside the perimeter of the Raiders, his two squads soon landed in the same area and he could see thanks to the internal hud that Béla and his two squads had landed on the other side of ship, closer to where the controls for the guns would be located. Béla sent a typed signal indicating he would take his force into the ship to secure it while Hector should secure the raiders before moving in to join him.
They wore ragged light armor, stitched together with crudely smithed iron plates, Bug carapace, and other more creative items. Colored a desert tan, most were too busy watching an opening to notice the Power Armor troopers coming up behind them, but one waved them over to a nearby Pegasus Skimmer. "Welcome to the badlands FNGs." The Blackburn Raider sergeant said. His uniform was scraped together just like his troopers the only thing of note was that he carried an old broadsword on his back, the handle of it was misshapen and the scabbard was burnt black.
"Are you the commander of these troopers?" Hector asked making sure he was talking to the right man.
"Commander's a strong word, more like elected idiot, but if you must attach that word, yeah I guess you could call me the commander, I do carry the Blackburned." He put his hand on the handle of the Broadsword, giving a slight tug to indicate what he was talking about. "Jon Morgan at your service sir!"
Hector nodded, "We're here to rescue you, after we remove that ship, so what's the situation? Cult or brain bug controlling humans?"
"Neither and worst," Morgan said pointing at the opening in the wall of the ship. "We got soldier bugs in there."
"Warrior bugs? How are warrior bugs causing this trouble?
Morgan, paused, a glazed look coming to his eyes as he thought, before shaking his head, "No no, sorry I don't know what your name for them is, but Soldier Bugs are way different than Tiger or normal bugs, different breed, more deadly, they've only been showing up in the last year or so, they must've been testing them here before they unleashed them on you guys."
"Well I have no intelligence on ever hearing of anything like you describe. What's the problem?"
Morgan nodded, "Follow me." Hector affirmed and motioned his troopers to help the raiders keep whatever was in the ship from leaving. They walked over to a couple corpses; six legs, four in the back segment and two in the front at the base of the torso that appeared to articulate them to be used as stabbing implements. Near the top of the torso was two arms, with four fingered hands and the head had eight eyes and a mandible mouth that was reminiscent of a spider. All in all it looked like madman's concept of an intelligent spider.
"I'm not seeing what makes these such a threat physically." Hector said stepping down on the bug, he used the armor weight to crack the bugs carapace indicating it was only lightly armored.
"Alone they aren't dangerous, just like any other human. But the bugs seem to like our guns." Morgan said pointing to an oddly shaped brick.
It took Hector a moment to look over it before he realized what he was looking at, pointing it down he pulled the trigger and released a spray of bullets. "Bugs using guns… what fresh hell is this?" It was worse than just that, since the gun was not any make he had ever seen before, it was a machine pistol, he could tell that from the size and rapid fire capability, but other than that it was not made by Skinnie or Terran hands.
"Klen-da-thu. Everyday a fresh hell~!" Morgan said, giving it a little musical jingle, earning a few amused chuckles from his men.
Hector got on the comm and tried to raise Béla to warn him but something was jamming his signal. "Were going in." He said over the comms to his troopers and then turned to Morgan "You and your men don't need to come in with us, but you're welcome to join us."
"We'll keep the door open, but my men are exhausted, and poorly armored. The armor we have we've modified it to protect against bugs, not guns." Morgan replied sadly, "All our heavy troops went in to help take out the Soldiers and check for survivors."
Hector nodded then moved to the front line where his men were waiting. They did last minute weapons checks, and used their jump jets to cover the dead zone between the ship and Blackburn's lines. There were more bug corpses holding more machine pistols, but none alive. The inside of the ship was pitch black, so Hector signaled his troopers to turn on their helm and guns lights as they moved into the darkness. If there had been any outside light filtering he would probably have gone with night vision mode but the ship hull was intact enough that there was no source of light to use.
The troopers in front carried carbines, closely supported by a Light Machine Gun to hose down the narrow halls. Behind them were troopers with carbines and shotguns, covering the sides, helmet cams coming up with schematics of the ships, and all those little vents that a bug could spring from,
Hector carried his own LMG at the center of the formation as they moved further into the ship. It was quiet, no noises as far as he could hear, as they got further into the ship he saw none of the enemy. They had gotten halfway to the bridge when they found a Power Suited Marine, he had been cut up at all the weak points in the armor, with the rest of his armor scuffed so badly all the paint had been chipped off.
He hoped that was just plain poor luck on his fellow's case, but the hairs on the back of his neck were standing, it seemed to him these bugs were not to be trifled with, they might not be the animals they were used to. "Flamers to the head of the column, now. Stay behind the point men though." With their orders the troopers pulled a Hel Flamers off their backs and covered the point men. They found a few more Troopers and few more bug bodies, as they made their way but no sign of any survivors. They reached the bridge soon after and found a horror show, some of the bugs were working the consoles, however most of them were currently feasting on the dead, both Human and bug alike.
The bugs looked up from what they were doing as Hector and his lead troopers entered. "Burn 'em out! Weapons free!" In a single moment the room was engulfed in flames, frying the bugs before they could draw their weapons and destroying the control panels. The screaming the bugs let out was soon greeted by screeching indicating more were coming to their aid.
"Phalanx now! Carbines and shotguns in front, LMGS at back, Flamers at intervals. Keep those doors shut! Form ranks and fire at will." The troopers responded on instinct forming a compact line behind consoles and burning corpses, at least halfway into the bridge to give them room to move.
Aiming their rifles down the hallways the bugs were going to have to come from, and Hector's instincts proved correct as a swarm of the bugs rushed into the wall of withering fire and burning flame.
Murphy was right, incoming fire does have the right of way.
However the bugs did not stay to script for long. They stopped coming and took up positions around the entrance bulkheads, using their machine pistols to fire around the meager cover they had. "Break for cover!" Hector ordered as one of his troopers was struck by hundreds of bullets, his power armor laughing at the low caliber and low quality rounds. But quantity has its own quality and a lucky shot hit him in the side, between the protective plates.
The trooper close to him pulled him into cover and started to see to his wounds. Hector let loose with his LMG, keeping the bugs down, when he pulled back into cover he heard something moving in the wall, he moved his head just as one of the bladed legs forced its way through the metal.
Turning, he riddled the wall with bullets and then decided to just leave a big fucking bomb and jump. He turned to look at the burning bridge and was just able to see that the windows were pure pillars of light, "Pull back to the windows! Explosives, set a bomb on remote detonation, my HUD!" He ordered, getting back up and unleashing a volley of fire, his troopers moved with experience and professionalism, they didn't just break ranks and run, they slowly made a smaller circle, dragging wounded who continued to fire themselves. When they almost got to the windows, one of his soldiers threw a grenade towards the open door, a gout of flame and bug parts exploding out.
"Good! Jump, jump, jump! Wounded first, flamers last!" He was one of the last trooper to scramble through the opening, and as he fell he detonated the gift they left for the bugs, rewarded with a satisfying kaboom. He landed in the desert a lot harder than he expected, one of the bullets had destroyed half of the jump jet system, he was sure he broke a rib and sprained an ankle as he stumbled away from the ship and sat down next to his two squads, and what was left of the Blackshields they had picked up. Hitting the cones, he signaled the Enterprise that the enemy battery was out of action, and called for retrieval, he was going to make sure that wreck was nuked from orbit but for now he just had to get his men and the Raiders off the planet and prepare his report on the soldier bugs.
If he and his men weren't in the new power armor, they would have gotten overrun with ease at the sheer amount of firepower. Thank god for 3 inch armor plating!
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Northwest Terran Federation Territory, Drapus, Military Intelligence Offices, May/26/2329 AD
First lieutenant Lilith Stevens looked over the medical examiner's report in concern, Captain Amone Picco of the 7th company had been found dead, buried in the snow outside of the hard copy records building, as the only member of the staff on hand with Psychometry she had been assigned to look into the death and gather preliminary information while a Sicon MP team was on their way.
She had assumed he had died from the cold, possibly slipped and fallen in the snow, and falling unconscious in the fall he freezed to death. Which reflected in her observation and first impressions notes. However, when she had touched it she had gotten flash of something with many tentacles, arms, and a wave of fear.
Disturbing.
There was no life forms on this planet until humans arrived, so there was no beast with many tentacles running around driving people mad with fear. Well at least any encountered to live and tell about it, that is. Which meant that something unusual had occurred a few nights ago. On a hunch, Lilith had searched Hard Copy Records, thinking the answer to what was going on may be in there, and to an extent it had been. She just had to deal with the memories of three couples using the building as a love shack instead of what it was meant for.
And people wondered why Psychometrics were given their own separate bathroom.
After the third one which had left her face as red as her hair she had touched a document that gave her a flash of Captain Picco. She read the document herself and discovered it was time scales and tracking information of Fourth Republic patrols, and sightings of ships and fleets. Something someone would need if they wanted to try and sneak something past the Fourth border, operative word being try as even with the records they had been keeping even the best of the blockade runners used by the Federation failed.
Now reading the report from the medical examiner, she had a clear view of what had happened according to this, Picco had died of fear, it said a heart attack caused by an excess of adrenaline, literally so much his body overdosed itself, either he was doing speed and had a bad trip. Or more likely the freezing environment, combined with stress, and sudden indescribable fear that would make Lovecraft proud contributed to his death. It seemed likely he had died by some kind of psychic force acting on his mind. Which was not good, someone using their abilities for evil gave psychics like her a bad name and needed to be stomped out.
Of course the Federation system for handling psychics was not perfect, she personally had wanted to be part of the Terran Space Navy or Fleet as it was colloquially known, when she joined up few years back like her father, but her psychic abilities had been discovered and railroaded her into Military Intelligence, and when she got out of the service about the only job she would be able to get that would not have the Federation watching her every move was a model, something she was just not interested in becoming even if she had the legs to pull it off.
The question was, where was the person who had orchestrated Piccos death? Absent mindedly Lilith pulled on some fresh latex gloves and opened up an evidence bag and started picking through his wallet. As she got to the business cards she got a flash of fear and a vision of gyrating bodies. Confused, and concerned on if there were any strip clubs in the area, "Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay." She chanted as she slowly pulled it out and after a few dramatic moments of having her eyes closed shut she opened them.
"FRACK!"
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Lilith stood in front of the "club" Picco had a card in his wallet for. She'd been a little worried when she read the name, but tried to hold out hope. Well hope told her to go away in a drunken stupor. "Of course he'd come somewhere like this..." She muttered to herself, letting out a quiet sigh before she made her way into the strip club. After a few minutes properly psyching herself out and making sure her papers and badge were in order.
"Please don't offer me a job." She whimpered out before advancing confidently in, right past the bouncer who gave her a raised eyebrow at her antics.
The biggest worry in her mind was if she'd get a disease just from touching something in here. Right now she doubted there would be any leads she could pick up on. Other than the horrendous images a straight woman should not be assaulted with.
It didn't offer Lilith much comfort that the bar at least looked clean. She didn't even want to think about the kinds of things that took place in here. Technically prostitution was illegal, but the Federation was notorious about its lack of enforcement in the border colonies.
She stood in the entryway as she looked around the bar, noticing people sitting at the tables, and people sitting around the stage watching the stripper dancing for them. Then she noticed the bar in the back and decided to start there, especially with its distance from everything else. She carefully navigated her way over to the bar, careful not to touch anything with her hands or body. She was thankful for those platform boots she kept around for situations like these. Looking at a black haired, thirty something woman making drinks. "Excuse me," she called out to her, "do you have a minute?"
The women continued cleaning a mug, a blue class ring gleaming on her finger when Lilith came up to her and only spared glance at Lilith's face "Try out for strippers are Tuesday, come back later."
Lilith groaned, 'Why god… Why do you hate me?' She now knew how it felt for all those TV shows and comic characters who did embarrassing stuff like this. She was a little embarrassed for a moment then angry that the woman thought she wanted to be stripper.
She was so confused by this she made a show to check she was wearing her black Military Intelligence uniform with black trench coat, while her brass federation eagle button was barely noticeable in the light, her peaked cap was kinda a dead giveaway
She just looked right back to Raven Girl as she was now going to call her, "Look at my chest and tell me if I look like stipper material." Crossing her arms under her bust to push up the Brass Eagle pinned now very clearly on her breast over her heart.
The women complied, and after a barely noticeable flash of recognition she said, "Oh sorry, you're right, your chest is WAY too flat to be one of the girls. Here for a drink then?"
The look on Lilith's face was evidently priceless because the woman nearly broke down laughing, "Oh the look on your face!" She started to nearly howl out in laughter, drowned out to the rest of the club by the music. After a few moments of calming down, Raven Girl sighed and set the mug down, "Ahh. Sorry for that. A lot of MilSec girls come in looking for jobs. You're the first SICO girl I've seen though. Too bad you don't want a job, you got the physique for it, if not the chest, but I hear some guys are into that sort of thing. Now you're obviously not here for a job. So what's it gonna be?"
Lilith had heard about Mobile Infantry and fleet girls come to backwaters and the such to make cash on the side for a family back home, she even heard of the occasional dares and some for the experience. Mostly for the first two, military life could be degrading, but this job must be more so. And she still wasn't exactly sure what to think about the woman thinking she was trying to get a job here. "Y-yes. I'm from the local Records Depot. We recently had the murder of one of our clerks…. I'm also a psychometric, which is how I learned he had come here recently." Lilith explained pushing some red hair out of her eyes, trying to regain a little control over the situation.
"Oh… OH! Ouch girl, I heard being a Psychometric could be uncomfortable, but now that I think about it must be down right horrible." Raven Girl gave her her full attention. Lilith looking at her front now had to try hard not to widen her eyes or make some funny face. 'I never had such bad grades in my life!' Trying not to look down at her own perfect score bust she kept a straight face.
"I'm was wondering if you remember this man." She said regaining her composure as best she could. Pulling out a picture from the inside pocket of her trench coat. Holding it angled so the light would catch the surface.
The Woman looked closely at the picture, gently rubbing her ring as she thought, "Hmm, yeah I remember him, big spender, loved the girls here. Nice guy too from what I could gather. How'd he die?"
Lilith sighed, "Fear. He overdosed on adrenaline produced by his brain, causing his heart to fail. We found him frozen outside the building. Suspicions are on this being a Section 5 case." Section 5 was a Psychic related incident. And she wasn't suspicious, but Raven didn't need to know that.
"Hmm first few times he just came here to see a couple of the girls, but the last few times he met with the manager, I think they were talking about something to do with opening a fourth club together in the Erun system, but I'm not paid to spy on my boss. Just swing on a poll, and man the bar. And shotgun when a customer gets rowdy." She then looked at the girl again after giving an overview of all the customers and girls. "If you want, the Manager is still in I think."
"That would be perfect, thank you." Lilith waited while the bartender got someone to cover for her, then followed her to the back of the strip club. "Thanks for the help. Here's my card. Call me if you have any more information." Giving a smile, Raven nodded.
She wasn't surprised to see the manager's office was separated by a thick wall from the club, "Boss we got a Federation investigations officer here to meet you." She motioned Lilith into a finely decorated office, with a little fire place in the corner that was unlit. There was a desk at the other end of the room with a swivel chair facing away from her towards a bank of surveillance cameras.
Lilith stepped into the office as she was introduced, walking over toward the desk. "Thank you for your time. If you have a minute, I'd like to ask you a few questions." Lilith heard the door closing behind, but there was nothing from the manager. Which was starting to make her nervous. A bit paranoid she turned her neck to check behind her quickly, and saw that there was no one else present. It didn't help her feel any better.
Looking back towards the manager who had yet to move. All those years of watching horror movies and crime vids started to flash before her eyes. Chuckling as a way to diffuse the nervousness she gently placed a hand on the table to balance herself as she tried to turn the chair. "hehe, I'm sure that chair is empty and Raven made a mistake-"
Sometimes Lilith hated being a Psychometric, as she touched the table she realized her gloves weren't very long as her bare wrist touched the surface.
Lilith saw a couple flashes of random people in the office, and Raven here sitting in the manager seat, sometimes her skin was so pale it looked blue….. At first she was in shock, "Oh No-!" Unfortunately, before she could pull her service pistol and assume a combat stance, she felt a hand on her shoulder, she came to herself and just caught a glimpse of blue on her shoulder. "You watch too many cheesy vids for your own good." Raven whispered in her ear.
A wave of excruciating pain washed over Lilith's body and she screamed out, as suddenly she lost all feeling through her body, making her collapse to the ground. There wasn't even any specific part of her body that hurt, every inch of her body was in pure nerve pain. It brought her to memories of SICON prisoner training on their fresh agents, including her. The Coven infiltrator must have hacked into her nerve system, there was nothing she could do as the woman dragged her into the chair in front of the desk. Beyond it being a very comfortable chair it brought little pleasure. Locking eyes with her foe, she saw how the other just taunted her.
"Any questions before I go rooting around in that pretty head of yours?" The women said hey eyes lightly glowing green.
Barely regaining control of her speech she replied, drawing as much sass as she could, "What like one of those old movie villains who would gloat and explain their plan?" She smiled a crooked smile, her entire face numb. Her tongue felt like it was swollen sock in her mouth. Ignoring it she was doing her best to marshall all her mental strength.
Raven nodded, "You and us aren't so different, there is a recorded connection that people explaining their plans and other things to other people produces a sort of chemical that makes that person feel good. People live for noticing that recognition on an opponent's face, when they know they made a major mistake, or they have failed irrevocably."
"Well then if you're so forthcoming, where do you get such a nice chair? I could use one for my office when I'm done with you." Lilith tried to say confidently. failing as her eyes darted back and forth as she tried her best to block her memories and her mind, protecting them as much as she could with her powers. She tried to resist as her head was grabbed, but she was forced to look into her eyes. She absolutely hated the feeling of her looking into her mind. Like she was being,
Violated.
"Oh trying to go into lockdown mode, I have to say that the one good thing about you SICON types you know when to do damage control. You're a clever one, first one who actually took me up on my offer of questions, trying to distract me." The Covennite said with mirth. Lilith tried to move her body to push the woman away or stop her but she could do nothing, her arms felt like they were made of a big mushy medicine ball as the women used her free hand to go behind her back and unhook her holster, making extra sure to rub against her back and press her sizable chest against Lilith, likely to make her uncomfortable.
"You won't be needing this anymore now, can't have you getting free enough to blow your brains out before I've had my fun, and I stand by what I said, you would make a great dancer. Maybe that's how I will get rid of the threat you pose. How would you like that?"
'I should have known...' she swore to herself as she spoke about The Coven. She started breathing faster as she was forced to keep looking in her eyes, doing everything she could to protect her mind.
The Coven grabbed Lilith's shoulder and sat down on her lap, straddling her waist looking deeply into her eyes, "Any last words before I break your mind and remake you?"
"You still haven't answered my previous question…. And you're much too used to men." she finally answered.
"Ha! I love that wit of yours. I think I'll keep that as well." The Coven eyes started to glow.
Lilith tried to fight back as she felt the woman starting to poke and prod her mind, but there was nothing she could do to stop her. Her eyes and retinas widened to its full extent, as her mind was being torn to pieces. Everything being ripped away from her and looked though by the Covennite, her mind was being raped and destroyed, and she let out one last high pitched scream of pain. By the time she finished her body fell limp.
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"Now the fun part. I always loved character creation." First her name, Lilith came up easily, then she slowly began to reconstruct her early childhood, infancy, teens. She examined each memory, each neuron carefully. It was easy to destroy, but to rebuild, to recreate required a gentleness in the destruction that allowed the delicate brain to cope. Even a Coven's brain couldn't take much more punishment than a Human's. Slowly she reworked some memories to fit her mental framework, to fit the picture. Slowly she had to convert a loyal to the bones officer to her own loyal to the bones servant. Thankfully Lilith here had only known of her presence for a few minutes, shattering the last hour of their conversation and the trauma. The mind remolding had barely taken a few seconds.
Lilith was a gift the empress had sent, when Leah had been forced to kill Picco, because he had managed to slip her camouflage ring off her finger a few nights back, she thought for sure she would have to flee the planet when the Federation began looking for the cause of his death. Now she would not only have the person who could get the Fedration off her trail under her command, but someone who could get her the patrol route on the fourth territory the Siren Queens wanted. Hopefully. There was always the case that she had already submitted a report and where she had gone, in that case she would need to relocate everything and make an amended report and hope the Federation didn't look to closely with their own psychics. One could never be too paranoid.
Of course this would require more work in the long run, you couldn't just rip someone's very being apart then stitch them back together with a command framework and have them be normal or have it hold, otherwise you risk them going on a psychotic rampage and killing everything that ever harmed them. More than one Coven fairy tail described just such a situation.
It would require several visits to make it sure it would hold, and make sure they didn't go around claiming to be your slave. She would need to keep the girl close for the coming weeks, thankfully she had her ways to make it look less suspicious that she was visiting her. As she thought of that, she brought up the card she had been handed. "Hmmm maybe you will learn where I got such a nice chair." She said aloud with a dirty grin.
Once the girl's mind was back together she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips sending power into her mind to wake her up. She came to, confused and red faced. Leah stood up and leaned against her desk, "I decided that to let you have a stripper try out. Why don't you give it a try here?"
The girl looked so confused it was adorable as she got from her seat and said "Okay Mistress Leah." Lilith's mind had had that name imprinted into its deepest core so it was no surprise she knew it. The girl began to dance, and Leah almost regretted what she done. The girl figuratively had two left feet, she got up to stop the girl when she tripped. "I'm going to have to get you a teacher." She muttered as she helped her up.
"Sorry Mistress. I'm so sorry I'm such a fucking kluts…..."
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Roza Bereza opened her eyes as she detected the unprepared First lieutenant's mind being ripped to shreds, "Witch Hunters we have confirmation." She said, looking over her shoulder to the pathfinder squad that had been relaxing in their black powered suits on the roof behind her. They shot to their feet, grabbing their rifles and LMGs.
"How many inside?" Sergeant Adamić asked, coming to stand beside her, looking down at the strip club that they had been staking out for the last few hours.
"One very strong bitch, judging by how quick she ripped her defence apart, but I won't be surprised if she has a few soldiers or thralls in disguise there with her. We have to be careful and ready to accept civilian casualties." She briefed, pulling her lizard line off her hip and firing it into the roof.
"What about the bait?" Milka asked doing the same with his lizard line, the three red eyes and two green eyes of his face concealing helm hiding his emotions, but she could tell he was unhappy with how they had used the girl. They couldn't just throw away trained psychics, especially Psychometrics, who were notoriously hard to train thanks to the ease at which they could go insane from sensory overload in their training.
"I want the First Lieutenant back alive, we can't just throw away trained psychometrics. They are very rare. Unfortunately she's going to need to spend a couple years in a special service medical ward, at least." Roza said jumping off the roof and landing on the street below. It weighed on her mind a little that she let the girl walk into that club knowing there was a chance the Coven were involved.
to be continued
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