10th July
21:29 GMT
"…
pay for what you did!" The
rough-skinned, heavily set, green skinned leader of the Jovial Marauders appears to like having the floor. "Pay, you hear me!" The… I hesitate to refer to it in a manner which suggests any sort of formal process, but I suppose that 'hearing' will have to do. "What the Spider Guild has tried to do goes
far beyond the bounds of-" His eyes flick momentarily to the other two leaders of the major groups. "-
reasonable competition."
The man in the
purple and green uniform looks somewhat bored, though he is at least polite enough to make eye contact with his competitor. The
gold skinned, blue haired, powerfully built woman a short distance away from him just slumps a little further.
"
Worse!" He turns back as the woman I vaguely recognise from a Booster Gold comic tries to blow one of her bangs out of her eyes without otherwise moving. "Your actions have threatened to cut off our access to the Vega Systems themselves, and the
invaluable safe harbour they provide to us."
I try tuning him out a little, checking my surrounding environment for threats. The auditorium is for leaders only, and the Citadelian marines on guard duty checked everyone going in for weapons… Above a certain level in power, at least. The rest of us get the privilege of watching from backstage, ready to charge in just in case our employers call for us. Whatever Citadelian officer came up with this is at least
reasonably intelligent, however. Getting into the meeting room would inevitably require us to get past
them, and thus alienate Vega's dominant power.
The one with the battleship directly above us.
I take a look at my new companion as my Praexis Demons float over the crowd. I think I can afford to take my eye off the Queen long enough to-.
"I always thought the ancestral enemy of my people would be…
Bigger."
I turn away from the twitching cat woman and towards… An Okaaran woman. She's wearing efficient-looking purple body armour. Her
face is flat, a tiny stub of a nose positioned directly between her eyes, with bushy, long haired eyebrows just above them. Two large fangs protrude from her lower jaw and her skin is a pale blue. Let's see, one low power gun built into her right bracer, a larger gun slung across her back and… Matter disrupters built into the left bracer. Less effective than a crumbler gauntlet, but it still wouldn't be too healthy to get punched by one.
"I am not The Beast of Okaara.
"
She snorts. "A second disappointment."
"If you don't want a third, I imagine that you know where to find him.
"
"Do you wear his sign to
insult us?"
"No. I wear it because I use the same power as he does. And
I have not been driven insane by it.
"
A slight twitch, but the red recedes slightly. "You know of him, then?"
"Naturally.
" I look around the room, taking in the ones trying not to be too obvious about listening in on our conversation.
"I had rather thought that he kept to himself. I've been a little.. surprised by the level of recognition I've been getting. Aside from you Okaarans, I didn't think anyone would know of him.
"
"A year ago you would have been right. Then his orange slaves…" She looks up as one of my Praexis Demons floats past, grabbing at some sort of small flying creature. "Flew out from the
Forbidden Forest of Weeds."
"Did they attack anyone?
"
She snorts, glancing at a nearby group of Gordanians. "No one not foolish enough to attack them first."
I nod. Good to know. I mean, the planet they came from is most famous for its well trained mercenaries and any other local power likely to take issue with the Construct Lantern swarm would have been an
even more acceptable target… But I'd still rather people not get hurt by accident. If I'm going to kill someone I'd much rather it be deliberate.
"The Beast didn't like me stealing from him.
"
Her eyebrows twitch. Astonishment and.. I think she's impressed. "Many have tried to steal from The Beast. Our legends say they always end up as his slaves."
I nod.
"A weapon in your hands that you have not mastered is a weapon that belongs to your enemies. The orange light is the light of avarice. People are drawn to Larfleeze by their own greed, but none are as greedy as
he is.
"
"Larrrr..? Fleece..? That is The Beast's true name?"
"Yes, as far as I know.
"
She looks me over carefully. "If you and he are powered by greed, and none are so greedy as he is, how did you escape where so many have failed?"
"Only a fool attacks their enemy where that enemy is strongest and where they themselves are weakest.
"
Curiosity. "You speak like a War-Sage. If you did not overpower him, you outthought him. You discovered a weakness and exploited it as much as it could be exploited, and then retreated."
"Something like that.
"
"He sent his slaves out after you? And you evaded them?"
"He didn't know where I was. One of his slaves… The big head with the mouth tentacles? Found me by pure chance. Destroying it without revealing my location was difficult, but manageable.
"
"Can anyone wield this power?"
"In theory, yes. In practice, it tends to drive those who
try, insane. And then they attack Larfleeze, and they lose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an assassin to interrogate.
"
I turn away from her, facing the attentive Karnan. A simple 'you want to be helpful' has been enough to make her stay by my side-.
"She does not look like the others."
I look back at her, and she nods her head at the nearest Praexis Demon.
"Branding isn't permanent.
"
"Surely you intend to kill her once you are finished?"
"What, for a weak assassination attempt? Hardly worth it.
" I..
could, though. Even if I assimilated her… The Sword dealt fairly handily with the Praexis Demons who ate those portals… And.. appearing weak to these pirates
might create problems…
"Besides, I might have other uses for her.
"
I look her over once again. The Karnan woman's clothing is fairly minimal, more being rendered unnecessary by the short white fur that covers most of her body. A mane of longer white fur cascades down her head, tied out of her face by an Alice band. Her irises are pink. Her ears are located on the top of her head, though they're far smaller than they would be in a standard depiction of a catgirl.
Ring, sound baffle.
Compliance.
"What's your name?
"
"
Felicity, masterrrrr."
The purr is affected. I'm ninety percent sure. She shifts her weight, watching my face carefully as she tries to work out which part of her body I find most attractive.
"And whom do you work for, Felicity? Why did you attempt to kill my employer?
"
"
I'm a member of the Omega Men, master.
Primus wants the Queen dead so that all of the pirates will start fighting again."
I've heard of the Omega Men, though I don't think they were in any of the comics I ever read.
"Primus sent you?
"
"
No, master.
I thought that I could prove my worth by killing her myself."
Oh dear.
"When does
he plan to attack?
"
"
I don't know, master.
They don't tell me things about missions."
I turn to the Okaaran, dropping the sound baffle.
"Are the Omega Men a serious threat?
"
She doesn't look impressed. "Serious enough. But nothing we haven't dealt with before."
I nod inside my armour.
"I suppose we'll just have to be on our guard, then.
"