Tantrica tried to remain inconspicuous as she made her way through the city. Something not easily done by a lone human female on Vanejin. Especially one who had recently been a slave. She resisted the urge to wrap the tattered cloak she wore more tightly about her. It was best to let the bulk of the garment obscure her graceful, athletic figure, despite the warmth it might provide otherwise.

She still couldn't believe she had been captured on her first mission. Worse, her trip to garner recruits from Haven hadn't even been an 'official' mission. Technically she had been on leave and visiting her home - something most ADD agents never even had the option of doing. It had just been bad luck that the Nemesis Cartel had attacked while she was there. Tantrica clenched her fists as she remembered the relentless assault of the Cartel's cyborgs. She had destroyed many of the monstrosities, but in the end, she and a dozen other colonists had been taken. At least Sayuri hadn't been among them . . .

Tantrica shook herself back to the present. It was dangerous to get distracted here. Throngs of sentients flocked to the city's many red light districts. From a darkened recess, she took stock of the crowds wandering the streets. From the nearly human to the utterly monstrous, creatures of every shape and size walked, shambled and slithered about their business. And she had to go out there among them. She pulled the hood of her cloak further down and hunched slightly as she moved out into the crowd.

Nightclubs, brothels and other . . . establishments . . . lined both sides of the street. Signs and advertisements ranging from simple hand-painted wood to holographic 'barkers' offered almost every type of vice imaginable. Of course the contact Greo had mentioned would be in this area. Where else would one find a pilot willing to smuggle an emancipated slave off-world?

Greo . . . the alien jellyfish was still a mystery to her. The Cartel had traded Tantrica to him for his product, and the 'monster' had fed on her. The memory made her shiver. She had never been drained so completely before . . . But when she came to, her new owner had simply let her go. He even gave her some baubles to trade and a few vials of his miraculous semen. Then he directed her here . . .

Tantrica did her best to keep from being noticed. She would likely be mistaken for a local 'entertainer' if any of the passersby got a good look under her hood. Worse yet, beneath her cloak, she was basically dressed the part in what amounted to a corset and garters made from something like a mix of leather and spandex. Apparently it's what the well (un)dressed slave was wearing now. At least all the important bits were 'covered' even if in an enticing way. Actually, it was surprisingly comfortable and Tantrica wouldn't have minded it at all under different circumstances.

A sudden ruckus caught Tantrica's attention. Some sort of disturbance in a nearby alley. The wayward agent really should have pressed on, ignored it. She was already in enough trouble of her own. But duty and curiosity got the better of the young woman's better judgment. Still there was no reason to expose herself before she knew what was going on, so she tried to remain inconspicuous as she drifted over toward the unfolding drama.

Seems it was one of those Regulator gangs flexing their muscles again. When a city depends on its vice for income, there would be scumbags like this preying on the week. There were three outside in the alley, humanoid, pearlescent goggles covering their eyes, but their eyes were focused on any who dared come near. There were two others, who were finishing up the traditional beating of a shopkeeper who dared not to pay the owed protection money. Poor fellow looked battered and bruised, but still looks better compared to his assistant, who had a nice nickle-sized hole to the head courtesy of a hold-out pistol.

Enough tension was in the air as Tantrica passed, and certainly some heads turned as she approached...

It was a day like any other for the curious travler, setting out to see more exotic places in this era for further cataloging. One place specificly caught her attention above all others... Vanejin VI. A planet she didnt belived existed in her time, probly for many reasons the young travler didnt understand, yet she heard enough pirate and ADD chatter that it was a high traffic world of low lifes and thives with a history of its own she was set on uncovering for her self and the guild.

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Like most humens on Vanejin Krisna was not unnoticed, she stuck out like a sore, cute, blue haired thumb in a crowed full of alien creatures of all shapes and sizes! Everthing was fasinating, new and exciting, she never saw a city this huge and big alone befor and it was slightly over whelming as she tried to see the sights of this world but ever person she tried to ask for direction always pointed into a shady club or dark ally, to be honest Krisna fell for it once or twice but always came out having to re-adjust her shirt or skirt.... one situation even ended with Krisna losing her favorite blouse Dessy got for her! Forcing the topless travler to find a clothing store.

It was indeed another stuggle to find a store, becuse agin ever person she asked for directions gave her the same silly awnser, shady night club of dark ally, untill finilly Krisna discovered a hole in the wall store between a shady tavern and a low down restraunt/massage parlor as inside the building store was just as intreasting.

The stores selection left Krisna curious as to why some one would buy so many whips, paddles and chains when blasters and fire arms were readily avalible? Such a strange era Krisna thought to her self as she brosed the selection, blush at somthings she saw, until the store owner finilly approched her.

Accepting assistance, Krisna ended up going into the changing room in the back with a selection of outfits the clerk choose for her. Mostly skimpy outfits...(#1)

(#2)..... Mostly skimpy outfits and sexy swim suits Krisna felt embaressed to model for the clerk as she spent her time in the changing room until things got crazy.

It was the last and final outfit she was to change into when she heard the sound of people yelling and boxes tumbling as the shop keeper was roughly pushed out into the ally through the stores back door kicking and screaming.

Krisna had no clue what was going but felt it was her duty to find out what as she hastily finished getting dressed in that last outfit supplied to her be for she was ready to step out but be for her changing room door was suddenly kicked in by a burly alien with shiny goggles and a creepy faced grinning down at her.

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"HEHE! HEY GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" That alien shouted out to his buddy s from inside the stores back room be for out came stumbling a young looking blue haired girl, dressed in what appeared to be a skimpy bikini like outfit commonly sold at places like this, complete with matching white knee high stockings and a golden bell collar wrapped snugly around her pretty thin neck like a choker as fell out into the ally surrounded by the gang of aliens as she sounded with a cute yelp of pain as she fell onto her butt.

"Oww!" Krisna winced, yelping in pain as she was pushed down, hitting the ground heavily by the nameless thug who found her changing inside the changing room in the back. With a pained look in her eyes the traveler gazed up at the thug who pushed her with her bright blue eyes then slowly flicked her gaze around between the gang she was now surrounded by as she quickly noticed the others. Meekly smiling Krisna gave a shy wave sensing some tension in the air. "Hehe..... Uh... hi? D-do the rest of you work here too?" Krisna asked nicely with a nervous laugh as she slowly shifted to sitting on her knees be for the gang.

Though disgusted by the spectacle, Tantrica had been tempted to at least try to steer clear. After all, she had no authority here in the best of times and was not sure the alien shop keeper was any better than the thugs beating him. But when a girl was pulled out into the alley, something in the agent snapped. Months of pain and despair overflowed into rage. She was fully charged with sexual energy thanks to Greo's nearly insatiable catgirl 'slave' Kyera and she put that energy to use now, channeling it into speed and strength.

Tantrica's cloak whipped out behind her as she burst into the fray. The sight of the lithe young woman in her barely-there ensemble rushing headlong a group of thugs might have seemed comical, if she didn't blur slightly as she bore down on the closest ganger. And the mystically strengthened fore-knuckle punch she aimed at his chest was no joke.

There was a sneer on the lead ganger's face as his underling pushed out the scantily clad Krisna, and some of the others did too, taking a break from beating the shopkeeper."What's this? You've been hiding some meat from us, Willie? That's just a damn shame. First you try to skim off our racket, and now you're hiding the women from us? That ain't proper at all. Just right...criminal.". Those sharp teeth bated, stalking up to the girl, grabbing her lightly by the hair, helping her up, roughly stroking the dust from her rear, pausing to get a feel.

And that's when the others heard the scuffle, a flash of green and white as one of their armed colleagues flies back into a dumpster, leaving a sizable enough dent. Gangers draw their blasters, the leader brings Krisna up to him, using her as a human shield, fingering his own laser in its holster. "Oi! What gives? Get your own bit of crumpet! This is our territory, slag. Don't you be slinging if you don't want to get hurt!"

Krisna froze, unsure what do as she was surrounded, gasping in shock afther she caught a glimpse of them beating that poor shop owner befor they turned to eye her head to toe. The gangsters qawked at what saw, shooting her a grinning ear to ear smile that sent a chill down her spin as they took a good look at every thing she had hiding underneath that cute sexy two piece outfit.

These gangsters were rude and crude, and worst of all rough as the one who was seemingly in charge gazed down at her with a menacing grin, while Krisna blushed back, gazing back up at him as she nervously gaving him a cute wave of the hand, saying hi. "Uhm... hi there.... c-can I go back in side.... its cold out here" Krisna said with a cracking nervous voice, stuggling to keep calm befor she flinched, in fear of a stern hand, but instead of a hard smack she felt a hand gently pat the top of her pretty little head untill that softness quickly changed.

Wincing in pain Krisna let out a shout as reached up to that gangster wo took her soft blue locks, gripping his wrist as he roughly pulling her up to her feet then feeling a hand suddenly grope her cute fine rear at first dusting her, forcing Krisna to let out a fearful cry as her cheeks redden. "H-HEY! d-dont do that?" Krisna whined as she stuggled withthe hand gripping her cure blue hair as the other gangsters looked at their catch of the day.

"Woo!wee! Oi! look at that rocken body boss! Letts take her for a spin!" One gangster said to his boss as he started to approch the damsel in distress, hands reaching out to cup two of Krisna's gorgious binkni covered breasts befor suddenly there was a grunt of pain from that specific gangster as he found him self being punched so hard he went flying into a near by dumpster.

Startled the gang drew their weapons as their boss wasted little time spin the worried travler around, her back to his chest as he used her like a humen shield. Krisna worried face lite up with the sudden...(#1)

(#2).... sudden, rough, forcful movment as Krisna was left dizzy and confused by his street slang as was forced back into his chest roughly. "Ehuh!! What language is this! Do you understand? let me down!" Krisna asked nicly, befor she noticed the new face enter the ally way. Watching amazed as long green hair whiped around lovly pale skin, her figure moving in a just as skimpy outfit as her own! She was like the girl in the store's pictures! The sight made Krisna smiled but confusly gaze at the new face as she politly waved despite the danger she was in being held hostage by a gangmember. "Hi! Do you work here!?" Krisna asked befor she turned her head back to looked up at the gangster holding her to his chest as she smiled at him. "do you think she works here?"

That the thug dared to use such a helpless looking girl as a shield only enraged Tantrica further. Months of abuse and debasement boiled within her and she saw before her a symbol of all that hurt; vile gangsters preying on those weaker than them. But right now, she was the stronger and she burned to make them pay.

Under other circumstances, Krisna's innocent banter would have made Tantrica smile, even giggle, but in her wrath-clouded state, she barely noticed save as more evidence of the gang leader's depravity. Consequently, there were no words of greeting or even reassurance. The only noise that escaped the raging channeler's snarling lips was a feral sounding half-growl. It wasn't meant for the blue haired captive, but she was definitely in a position to see and hear the hate and pain within it. But that lasted only a fraction of a second before the wild agent burst into action again.

With an incredible burst of speed and power, she leapt forward, arcing up and over the ganger and his captive. In a fraction of a second, she cleared the pair and landed on the other side of them. Then she half turned, thrusting an elbow toward where the leader's spine should be.

The gangers just looked up dumbly as Tantrica flipped over, then flinch as their leader gets smacked in the back, an audible crack heard echoing through the alley as he crumples to the ground, letting go of Krisna, leaving her to flail on the ground. The groping punk, the second in command, raised his pipe, trying to take a few swipes at this intruder, but he was only able to hit air. Another opened fire with his pistol, but he was just as unlucky. The girl was like a hurricane, and everything she hit went down...

Just as dumb founded as the cruel beast holding her, Krisna watched in pure amazment as that green haired women flipped over her and her captor with flying ease. "Wow!" Krisna said amazed, her bright blue eyes catching the sight of this amazing womens angel like dance through the air befor she simply disapeared out of sight behind her and the gangster holding her tightly to his chest.

It was all so fast as Krisna was able to make out the sound of a loud crack fallowed by a grunt of pain from the gangsters lips as he slumped to the ground unconcious, dropping the poor travler as Krisna fell to her hands and kness. Quickly Krisna flicked her eyes back at the gangster, fearing the worst, concerned if he was...dead, but her attention was quickly taken back by the charging gangster trying to attack that beutiful women in tight leather as Krisna's eyes lite up with shock. "WATCH OUT!" Krisna shouted to warn the sexy herion as Krisna tried to scrammble out of the way, covering her head and curling up into a ball to avoid being stepped on by the brute trying to take a swing with his metal pipe at the sexy hero in leather.

The pipe, the pistol shots, the other girl's shout; all these converged on Tantrica simultaneously. But the raging woman was already moving, ducking under the pipe only to rise up again with a palm to the punk's chin. Immediately, she leapt back out of the way of another shot then sprang toward the gunman, bringing a foot up in a sidelong kick to the abdomen. As the two gangsters fell almost simultaneously, Tantrica whirled to take in the scene, searching for another target.

Though the alley seemed clear of scum, the agent's rage was not yet spent. Ignoring the leader - as he was almost certainly at least paralyzed if not dead - she turned to the nearest thug. Gripping him by the throat with one hand, she easily lifted him into the air, though his feet still drug on the ground beneath him. A snarl of anger played over her normally pretty face as she slowly began to squeeze the life out of the thing in her grasp . . .

The thug grunted, dropping his gun, legs kicking, swimming in the air. It seems like he was trying to say something, but the squeeze on his throat ensures nothing comes out of his mouth but a strangled set of gargles. After a few seconds, he goes limp, unconscious, pants wet from the terror.

And just like that, the alley was quiet again, bodies strewn about, the beaten-up shop owner slowly gathering himself, clutching his ribs, blinking at his rescuer and his unfortunate customer in tow. Seems like he was about to say something too, but he devolves into a violent coughing fit, doubling up, spitting up blood and teeth.

Krisna kept her head down down in fear and panic of the tussle going on. Only hearing the sound of wicked punches andgutteral grunts of pain she could only assume were from the gangsters as tgey got their asses royally kicked up and down this ally way by hersexy hero! unil everything fell silent. When the sounds of fighting stopped Krisna was suprised! as she peaked through her fangers and hesitantly looked around seeing the battered brused unconsious thugs scattered about from her sexy hero's vicious blows as the travler was amazed by the womens skill, she was like her lover Destiny! but green! She thought befor hat thought turned to fear as Krisna caught the glimpse of somthing awful!

"WAIT! S-STOP! DONT!" Krisna shouted as she noticed her sexy hero's murderous intent! Watching the amazing women holding one of those thugs in her hand, lifting the poor man off the ground with incedible strength, crushing his neck with what she belivedwas kung fu grip as quickly Krisna tried to scramble over from her hands and knees stopping her befor it was too late!

"STOP! STOP! DONT KILL HIM!" Krisna shouted in fear for the thugs life! racing over to the womens side as she threw her self into those sexy and barly covered hips, arms wraping around her waist tightly as Krisna gazed up at her worriedly. "P-PUT HIM DOWN! Y-YOUR TO PRETTY TO KILL PEOPLE!"Krisna screamed as she hugged that womens waist tring her best to end this awful violence!

At first, Tantrica was oblivious to shop keeper's plight and the other woman's shouts. She only saw the thug who was the focus of her murderous rage. Even the impact against her hips barely swayed her frame as she focused on crushing the life out of the slime in her grip. But just before the satisfying crunch of bone would have ended the gangster's life, something finally reached her.

. . . too pretty to kill . . . Deep inside her, the girl, Shaylene, whom she hadn't been since she was taken so many months ago, desperately wanted to laugh at the purity and absurdity of that statement. It was a beautiful sentiment that she wished were true. The angry agent's lips twitched like she wanted to smile and a tiny giggle sounded in her throat. It was that little bit of mirth that finally cracked the Tantrica facade and let some of her wrath dissipate. What was she doing? The hate in her eyes faded and she stopped the flow of energy from within her. She had burned through most of her reserves in that reckless assault.

"You're right," she said, letting the thug slip from her grip - still alive, for the time being. "These punks aren't worth the effort." She put a hand on the other girl's head and smiled reassuringly down at her. That simple act made her own heart lighter, as if the other girl's innocence was infectious. Tantrica took her by the shoulders and helped her up.

"Are you alright?"