A shadowport within the sprawling mass of asteroids that form a belt around the large planet X-901 within the Dec system, like many of of the port's ilk it was filled with any assortment of criminal and ruthless elements among universe's populaces of aliens one can imagine. The shadowport itself was built into the largest asteroid of the asteroid belt, and had available to it all the requirements and needs of any legitimate spaceport. Given many of its frequent guests and/or inhabitants are pirates and outlaws traveling from one system to another, it only makes sense.

Within an abandoned area of the shadowport, oft used by those aware of it or brave enough to tread--as many clandestine and underhanded deals take place there in attempts to hide from prying eyes--one such deal was being made. A band of pirate-slavers who were a mixed bag of aliens from the far reaches of the universe themselves, were making a sale to a client of theirs--a repeat customer of theirs. Where this client was able to get the money to buy the shear amount of their more "high-end" and "high-quality" product was always something of a mystery, but nevertheless so long as the money was there--they had no qualms in making the sale.

The client? None other than the wanted rogue ADD agent, Arax. What was she buying? The best sex-slaves the pirates had to offer. Why? No one really knows. But as of late she has been on the market for buying up lovely nubile sex-slaves that fit her whims at the time, whether for personal or otherwise--again--no really knows. Though likely with her, it was probably a bit of both.

Arax herself was dressed only in a long front button white dress, which was completely undone, and only ever so scarcely closed by the black leather belt loosely hanging off of her hips holstering her signature plasma pistol. Unsurprisingly her current style of dress was getting more than a few lurid looks by the group of pirate slavers she was doing business with. Perhaps the only thing holding them back from making an attempt to capture her was the fact she was a repeat high paying customer, they made more money with buying from them than they would were they to attempt capture her and sell her as another product.

Although while she and the leader of the pirates were hashing out negotiations, Arax paused--her rainbow hued eyes darting side to side briefly before uttering in an interrogating tone, "Were you followed?"

"...the fuck you talkin', Arax?", the pirate leader replied offended by the notion.

For a very brief trice Arax stared off silently, before her eyes narrowed in irritation--her teeth gritted, "You were followed!", she drew her plasma pistol, the other pirates drawing their weapons in turn, "You fucking idiot. This deal is over. We will have no more business between us."

"Fucking excuse me?!"

"I gave you specific instructions--those have either been breached or someone learned to follow you, either to get you or me. We're being watched. And they've now learned of my association with you. Thus our business is concluded--permanently.", Arax then begun walking away from the pirates as they simultaneously turned their weapons on her.

"Then I think we'll just take you as one our products, sense their ain't nothin' holding us back from selling your sweet as now... or having a taste of it...", the pirated uttered with guttural tone and lecherous grin.

Arax turned back to face them--a smirk on face, "This is amusing. Let's see you make good on that.", her smirk turning in a growing smile, "And what of you agent?!", she yelled out uncertain where the outside observer of the scene was hiding in the area, "Are you going to join in or just watch? I know ADD protocols. Which is it? Me or the pirates you're after here?"

Amanda was new the gig, but she wasn't stupid. She was on the planet surrounded by an astroid belt. The thing was the planet didn’t have a proper name, if it did no one knew of it. X-901 it was strange name, but even stranger place. The port itself was crowded with aliens, pirates, and slavers. It was hub for black-market traders, looking to sell various illegal and high valued goods. Mostly sex slaves if nothing else it was that. Amanda’s job was simple find a ex-agent by the name Arnax. She had read the in depth bio that the A.D.D had to offer. Some it was blacked marked, but what wasn’t detail the woman as a growing psychotic and held an usual amount of strength. She was lethal to say the least and Amanda needed to be smart.

She was dressed in a skin tight white and black out fit with obvious mercenary insignia. It consisted as a one piece space outfit. Her boots were knee highs and all leather with a metal bottom which could be magnetized. She also wore black gloves; the fabric hugged her skin tightly showing off her curves. Her cleavage was also exposed gaining her a lot attention. Though many refrained from attacking her mainly because she was armed and she carried herself with a vigor. Sure her hips swayed side to side like she owned the place, and her ass was nice and tightly backed into the outfit. In her own right she looked like a Mercenary with attitude, her experience with the Marine core gave her the ability to walk her strides in a tough manner. She had been following a suspected group of pirates they careful but seeing as Amanda never stood out . Well not as much as she would if her clothes didn’t make since she looked the part.

She had been following this group for awhile now, waiting for a deal to go down, between this mysteries buyer. Rumor’s had it that there was a big buyer of sex slaves on the port. Investigators confirmed that it seemed consistent with Arax. For what reason could not be discern. Amanda honestly felt she was setting the poor girls free. Thats what the burgendony haired woman assumed anyways. She was like that looking for the good in other in this disturbed galaxy. Still she had a job to do. She tailed them expertly in so much her teacher would be proud. She moved quickly keeping up until they finally stopped waiting for their buyer. She put herself in spot that not even a sniper get at her if one so happened to be around. Yet she had a clear view of the pirates... Arax.

She spotted the woman easily enough she was wearing a rather appealing white dress, and knew who it was but with a glance. She did a facial recognition just in case, but it read what she already knew. All she had to do now was wait for the deal to be completed and follow...

"Were you followed?" The woman stated her eyes darting to and fro looking for signs of anything out of the ordinary. Amanda was impressed, by the woman's instincts. As a marine senses needed to sharp and she understood that well. Then again Arax was known for her paranoia. A useful trait as they where usually right.

"...the fuck you talking', Arax?", Leader didn’t take to kindly to Arax accusation that he had brought in an un-wanting interloper.

"You fucking idiot. This deal is over. We will have no more business between us."

"Fucking excuse me?!"

“Fuck” Amanda said under-her breath as she bit her lip. She could Arax easily, she had laundry list of criminal acts to answer for. The pirates she could something concrete like the selling of slaves. That way their their slave routes could be found and they would sooner or latter be forced out of the job, either with blaster fire, hand cuffs, and or just out of business. Arax gave her small rant Causing the slaver to turn on her. She would pretty enough to be sold. Though it would be just a shinny penny outside of what she would pay it seemed.

Amanda began running through her options as the Rouge agent called her out. Great just what she needed a paranoid psychopath asking for help. No doubt Arax was ready to give her the slip when it was all said and done. The Irish woman made her choice. Drawing her plasma pistol she popped the head of the leader. Best to take out the head while it was unaware’s, the poor slaver leader head practically melted off into a pile of goo.

It was as Arax suspected, there was an ADD agent watching them. She still did not know whether or not the agent was after her or the pirates, but it did not matter in the least to Arax at this point. With a crooked grin with all the bearing and insanity of a madhatter, Arax blasted two more of the alien pirates' number after the agent had already obliterate their leader.

It was only but an instant later that Arax snickered while saying to the agent, "Well, have fun with them, love.", and immediately took off running abandoning the agent to fight the remaining number of alien pirates on her own. Though a three of the alien pirates split off from the group chase after Arax, those that remained continued to face off with the agent.

Amanda cursed under breath. At least the rouge agent was predictable in her actions. That didn’t make her any less dangerous. She took the time to tag one of the slavers with a tracker while she dealt with the three looking for her. Taking quick action she popped a grenade at the three perfectly timed to go off at their feet. The Slavers where devastating in numbers, but with a ex-marine who who knew just as many ways to kill as to save you’re life. It was an devastating advantage. Jumping down she began to catch up to the group. Hopefully they haven’t been killed off yet. There was a few more still standing, they fred but Amanda ignored them they where small fries and their aim was off. For once her height came in handy.

“Bloody bitch!” She cursed as she followed the tracking signal while tossing a flash bang behind her to slow down the leftovers, and avoid getting shot in the back. Arax wasn't going to get away from her that easy, not without a chase and a fight.

Arax disappeared into the shadows, the dying screams of the three pirates that went after her heard in the distance with only silence following afterward. There was only stillness and quiet within the area of the abandoned area of the shadowport at that point. But then chuckle of a familiar voice echoed from the surrounding shadows around the young, curvaceous agent, "So... it was me you were after... ADD still hasn't given up then. But that's fine...", her tone suddenly shifted to having a menacing tone as ominous and sinister as any demon, "...so long as they keep sending me nubile agents like yourself."

Abruptly from behind Arax latched onto the beautiful agent, her left arm wrapping across the agent's chest while taking firm hold of the agent's pillowy right breast. Arax's right arm reaching down the front of the agent's torso, right hand planted firmly between the agent's legs. With a crooked grin Arax pressed her middle finger against the agent's nethers, rubbing it exactly against where the agent's clit is in spite of being covered by the layers of the woman's outfit.

Arax held the agent firmly against her body from behind. Pressing firmly against the agent's back, Arax's breasts pushing against the woman's upper back, while Arax grinds her pelvis against the agent's shapely ass. Arax leaned her head in a little ways to whisper into the agent's right ear, Arax's breath heavy, hot as it tumbled across the skin of the young agent's ear, "Were you sent alone? I'll know if you're lying... I'm not going to lie to you. I'm going to fuck you. But whether you enjoy it or not will be dependent upon how honest you are with me."

The woman was quick, most likely knowing the area far better than she did. She came up on the tracer signal it had lit was still moving, but slowed considerably. She crept forward scanning the area with her eye’s. Something was off and it wasn’t just the still signal. The area was quiet, a little too quiet. She felt the hairs on the back of he head stand up, as if they sensing the danger. She then heard the screams of dying men. She stopped a moment.

”Fuck... This bloody bitch is something else.” She stated before moving in closer. She was close to getting Arax, and there was only three bodies left and two pissed of slavers, to go back too. If they where smart they ran off. Three months of hard work butchered. and much more slower. The air was silent too silent. That only meant an ambush. Then she heard the shuttle sadistic chuckle of the rouge agent. Being in a dark ally way, with no cover and no advantage. She was in this woman's territory, the question was when she was going to strike. Brown eye’s shifted back and forth, anticipating movement...

“So... it was me you were after... ADD still hasn't given up then. But that's fine...", her tone suddenly shifted to having a menacing tone as ominous and sinister as any demon, "...so long as they keep sending me nubile agents like yourself." Arax stated so amused. As if she wasn’t, it was plainly obvious that she was. Amanda ready her pistol, setting it to stun.

Amanda knew before she could even turn that Arax was behind her. Being a marine made you’re senses sharp, sadly the woman was more experienced and much faster than she actually anticipated. Her strength was even more resilient than she read about too. She struggled in the odd grip but it only seemed to only make her predicament worse. As the woman had a hand was full of her right breast, and her free hand slipped between her thighs, and Arax proceed to rub her slightly reveal sex. She could feel the rubbing of her sensitive pearl despite the thickness of the suit. Wiggling only made the sensation worse.

Amanda felt the woman press into her back. Seriously this woman was strong, she couldn't move anything but her legs. But pressing this close was a mistake. Amanda found herself blushing as she feels the pelvis of the other woman on her tight and well defined ass. The problem with space suits in space, was how they some how revealed a body part sexually no matter what.

“Oh ya gonna fuck me are ya... Not without a fight sister.” The Irish woman snapped, dismissing Arax question. The ex-agent was strong , but she wasn’t heavy, ducking her legs behind the others and kicking at the woman Achilles heel while twisting effectively turning she flipped them over effectively land on Arax back, the fall should be hard enough to force the woman grip to slip With a well placed elbow should cause a shortness of breath. The combo would allow the young agent to roll out. She planned on aiming her pistol at the woman upon roll-out.