The night fell swiftly in Frante III, the busiest moon orbiting around the shattered planet of Fratori of which only its dead carcass and gravitational pull remained. The strongest asteroid shower ever seen in Fratori's system caught the planet in its track around the blue Sun, cracking open the globe and letting its stoney parts and molten innards flow into space only to finally freeze the planet solid from the inside out. The cataclysm made the orb uninhabitable; now only its fifteen moons were fitted for conditioned habitation.

"See, guard, what a striking beauty the frozen remnants of Fratori compose now? The blocks of earth and the swirling immobile magma glow blue with this Sun's light in a majestic show of nature's might. Beauty can be created out of chaos, of this we are reminded very often." From the neatly lit room they were in, out into the eternity of space through the immense window could be seen this manifestation of so-called beauty.

Mere minutes after the strange occurrence of inspiration from the alien slaver the rest of the guests started to pour in one by one, greeted warmly by a humanoid female being with a fancy choice of attire that hugged her curvaceous body tightly, letting her voluptuous assets leave nothing to imagination. The guests sat at the edge of the large circular table made of a dark wooden material, each on a high black seat with golden details. Likewise the serving girls were dressed in similar colors as they started to distribute the blue drinks to everyone present. Unlike the buxom alien at the entrance, these younger ones had more finesse bodies with strong toned legs but no bust to boast, silken hairstyles were soft trails as they passed by.

It took little time to have the room full with the busy looking aliens discussing amongst themselves as the rapport reached its end. As obvious as it seemed, each and every single one of them was a slaver; some more extravagant than others but all of equal fame and importance. Not all were male as some may think, and yet not all were either a male or female, but rather a handful were a mixture in between. They all had in common a fetish and obsession with the greatest pleasure in mortal life and the belief that some beings served solely for this purpose. This was after all the greatest business in the galaxy.

Rahs Xalezel served once again as a bodyguard for one of them. His employer, in this case, was the famous Drariio Hisutz, a slaver widely known for having a cruel tact with his slaves but guaranteeing quality of the highest standards, and also to admire dead planets orbiting blue suns. He was the host of this meeting and practiced his formal skills with the rest of his colleagues as they began to discuss the subjects of the gathering.

The syrictae mercenary stood nearby, partially resting his armor-clad body against the wall; bright blue eyes analyzing carefully the rest of the guests and their own guards. Every slaver had with him or her at least one bodyguard, for no one knew where a treason, revenge or arrest would occur and the greatest business in the galaxy still was the most dangerous one. Many had a sole protector, for it was a thing of status to employ only one, as it led to believe that it was capable of defending the slaver against anything with no help whatsoever. Some still held the tradition of three strong bodyguards, for it never hurt to exert an excess of safety.

It seemed that this meeting, as smooth as it was going, was well protected from unwanted visitors. Still, threats between slavers were always present so no bodyguard relaxed a single muscle all the while. Especially not Rahs who, although finds no joy in serving the despicable slavers in the galaxy in this manner, would not fail a single contract and had a lifetime of expertise backing him up in cases like this one. Yes, he did not enjoy being bossed around by an alien with a high ego, but of the money he did not complain about. He only looked forward to trouble and to fight, and to what places would hold the best slaves or females to take for his pleasure when the urges demanded it.

While many slavers discussed business or pleasure sometimes boasting about they're best property...a figure calmly walked through the crowds with incredible movement any aliens glancing at the female would be enticed by her lovely set of breasts that was at least the beautiful redhead cascading down her back while she wore a simple blue bikini like top that was at least proper looking and kept her important bits covered a sarong wrapped around her thighs allowing them to show.

The woman was carrying two trays with drinks and some snacks made with incredible balance...her hips swayed just right to get eyes to glance and admire her figure yet the trays stayed perfectly balanced allowing the slavers to easily sample the drinks and food...but also she was able to somehow avoid alot of their attempts at a grope for those daring ones.

This woman unknown to them was Special ADD Agent Kara Wilson known as the Crimson...she had been tasked with spying on this meeting which unknown to the slavers she had a small wire hidden in her cleavage which recorded any talks about slave dens or training facilities for the ADD to strike...she had been told that if she got a chance she should try and arrest any if she found the chance to slip away with someone.

Soon her movements began appproaching Raha Xalezel's vicinity perhaps he noticed the beautiful human girl first...humans were prime slave candiates soft to feel and make lovely noises when having sex despite the fact most humans in the galaxy are either slaves, in the ADD or blissfully unaware back on earth.

Kara noticed too and calmly analysised him her eyes only glanced for a moment as she recognized him...one of the ADD's most wanted figures a mercernary who hired his services to slavers and other beings. Calmly moving with that same sensual sway as she approached and lightly lowered her head showing her cleavage. "Drink sir?" She asked her tone silky smooth that would along with her body arouse alot of people who heard her speak...

The meeting was moving quickly and without problems through the subjects to attend. The slavers, oblivious to the agent waltzing amidst them, leaking all the vital information of the slave pens they held and their training facilities, some even detailing their exact methods to break the females that were transferred there and to teach them the proper ways to treat a client to the best of their capabilities, be it male or female. No complaints whatsoever, they had to take things as they came, in a very literal manner.

It was in the middle of it that Rahs noticed the entrancing human walking around the room with the other serving girls. She was even more striking than the others, in a sense, for her bright red mane and great looking tits bouncing with each step she took in that bikini like top she wore. Him and the rest of the beings in the room would without a doubt rip it off and enjoy her skin without hindrance. However, she was supposed to be a serving girl from Drariio, and it would be rude to abuse of her without permission. And this meeting was not meant for those purposes.

Interestingly enough, Rahs had no information about Drariio's selected personnel for the gathering. He had been hired in a rush by the slaver, with a great sum of money in the middle, and had no small details about the meeting but its attendants. There was something in that human woman, and not just her dazzling bosom and the way her sarong flowed behind her creamy white, toned legs. Not even in that sensual fit body for everyone to see. It was something in her [i]presence[/color], this Rahs felt as he observed her. Instinct perhaps, a veteran's gut feeling. It was for some a very trivial and superstitious thing to believe in, but true warrios like the syrictae knew that instincts never lied.

However he had no evidence against her, yet. For now he held back, now more tense than before. Complications and strange scenarios played out in his mind and he glanced from slaver to slaver and from bodyguard to bodyguard. There was something approaching, but now he wasn't sure if it was his paranoia or instinct. His eyes returned to the human redhead, who had stopped before him. The mercenary was practically towering over her, and with the manner she lowered her head her large cleavage was almost pleading to be groped and sucked. He felt a small stir in his loins but he remained motionless, arms crossed and resting against the wall. He was trying to remember that looks were deceiving.

"No." His answer was short as he barely narrowed his eyes, his hand making a small gesture to move on. Her voice was even sensual and arousing, a perfect girl to be chosen for this job. For the moment the agent was playing her part perfectly, no one knew about her true identity. Not even Rahs who only suspected something strange whereas the rest of the slavers and bodyguards were practically eating her with their eyes only. She would not fail to feel that lustful gaze, she might as well could have walked nude for her clothes were already gone in everybody's minds.

Kara heard Rahs refusing a drink as she stood up again...showing her skillful movements as she saw him gesture but for that brief moment their eyes met properly for a split second only as Rahs could see the woman gaze was sensual and arousing but unknown to anyone else was analytic..perhaps his employer had this girl trained as a subtle hidden spy to keep an eye on his fellow slavers...after all a sexy slave girl could get in easier than say a merc like Rahs...?

Kara walks away calmly making sure she swayed her hips casually like she was just working...calmly walking around as she kept her recording of the various slavers and dealers. Her device recording anything important as she glanced around calmly...feeling the gazes downright trying to devour her as she smiled calmly swaying her hips and loved seeing them follow them like fools.

She continued working casually serving food and drinks while skillfully avoiding the slavers who got handsy. Heading back to the bar location where the other servant girls went to get refills on food and drinks as well as give some of the girls small breaks. Kara calmly stepped inside with her empty trays and let the next poor girl walk out there.

This allowed Kara a brief moment alone to transmit the data she collected back to her stealthed ship who would relay it back to the far off command ship that was prepared for her return once she finished her mission.

As time went on, Rahs noticed that the human redhead was no longer in the room of the meeting. Everything continued as usual, but her unusual gaze still lingered in the mercenary's mind. Now only the other serving girls were there, pretty small alien females and others not so small.

It was almost the end of the meeting when one of the slavers requested a pause to attend to his business in an emergency call. All agreed and were given permission to linger in the resting rooms nearby while they waited. Drariio remained there, however, carefully revising a pile of documents. Rahs walked towards him, coming to a stop behind him, bending over to rest a hand on the table and whispering near his head.

"This is none of my business directly; I'm here only if a fight starts," he started, giving a careful look around. No serving girls were in the room nor any bodyguards or guests. "But maybe you'd like to double check the girls that are attending us here. I hope they are indeed all worthy of your trust." With that he moved back to the corner, seeing the tall and scaly purple alien glance back at him, finally taking a small device from beneath the table and talking to someone.

"Marel... the girls are?... Me all their inf... Yes..." Rahs could not hear everything he said, but it was clear he was talking with his assistant responsible for the serving females under his control. After a short while he nodded repeatedly and moved the device back under the table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Drariio resumed his gaze over the documents. "They are all checked and approved. Now, why don't you go and have break of five?"

Rahs smiled behind his mask. The break of five was the code the client has give him to check any threats he noticed. However, at this point, Rahs was still rather suspicious of everything. Even though he had felt the human was the strangest of all, Drariio could not tell him which one was in reality. They were suspecting they could be heard or seen so they had to remain playing the part of being oblivious. And that meant not leaving the room. Yet.

"I'm fine." Then Drariio nodded. "Then we'll finish your payment after the meeting and seeing them off safely."

And so it was that the break was over. The slavers returned and the last minutes were of practically idle talk and boasts of their best slaves. The majority of the best slaves were of alien origin, after all they had some features that were very well fitted for sex. Some of the rest were humans, however, as they remained one of the best kind of slaves in general terms. Some were easy to break, with good training they rivaled even the best alien slaves and after all their bodies were of the best there were, with a great range of voluptuousness that could please most tastes but always were soft to touch and great to hear and fuck.

Yes, the last minutes were probably the most iconic, even stereotyped, of slaver talk and soon enough it was all over. The farewells lasted another couple of minutes but by then the serving girls were ordered to remain in the room where they could rest and refill the drinks and food trays. That's where Drariio went after they were all gone, followed close by Rahs. Their tall statures walked in the white room with large tables close to the kitchen, the serving girls sitting there probably talking among themselves but surprised to see the sudden intrusion of their master and his bodyguard. Drariio paid them no mind, going straight across the room to another door leading to a series of hallways. Rahs only glanced at each one of them but did nothing. He only followed for now. They had to play now as vulnerable baits as they walked leisurely. If nothing really happened in the way Drariio still was heading towards the exit, and would go straight towards the moon's command center to issue an alert for possible ADD intrusion.

Kara having handled her primary mission just fine as she having recorded and transmitted all the information back to her ship which was then sent to the far away command ship who would begin sending the information to command to coordinate many strikes on the slavers operations soon.

Now Kara just had to hold out until she had a chance to slip away and leave this planet. Clenching her fists softly as she smiled. But soon she had to continue playing her part and helped the other slave girls with cleaning the room. As well as refilling the drink and food trays. She was in the corner right now seated in a table with a few of the girls listening to them chat...her gaze glanced at Drariio and Rahs but kept herself calm her gaze when it met Rahs gave a slightly playful look but it was fleeting since he checked each of the girls outl.

Once they both left the room. Kara casually informed her 'friends' that she would be back in a moment and casually headed to what seemed to be the restroom. Calmly humming a tune as she stepped into a stall and stripped down as she had hid a small compact device behind the toilet...as she pressed a button on the device it expanded into her trademark suit...her black skintight bodysuit...she would have to leave now as she casaully slipped the suit on and smirked as she felt the power surge back into her now...calmly discarding the clothing as she changed her red hair into a bun to keep it from getting in the way as she placed her helmet onto her head...admiring her form in the mirror...before she stepped out of the room.

Her form shimmered and vanished as her cloaking activated as she headed down the hallway with quick movements of her feet. She had to be quick and reach her ship before she lost her chance to escape quickly. Her ship was still cloaked and hidden away so it would be easy to find it again and slip outta this place.

With silent but hurried steps Drariio continued to move down the hallways, Rahs trying to stay close. The meeting place's building was full of the winding corridors but now they were at fork. Before doing anything else, the slaver moved close to Rahs.

"My assistant confirmed the participation of five serving girls, four aliens and a single human redhead. Said she was rather short and had moderate-length hair... But she enjoyed being felt by her clients, believing she would be treated better later." The statement came in whispered words, and the implication was crystal clear.

However, Rahs proceeded to move in the opposite direction Drariio would take to leave towards Frante III's command center. "Not my problem anymore." Drariio seized him by the arm in an instant.

"Stop her and I'll double your payment. You can do with her what you want but don't let her reach the ADD, find out what she got from us and inform me."

"Very well." Rahs did not need to look back at him, releasing himself from his grasp and walking away, back towards the room with the serving girls. He had in his own genes and in his veins the means to track her down. The reptile lineage of his species allowed them to remain as top predators in Syrictova, their tongues and strong senses enabling them a heat vision of sorts. It was then easy to tell a lot of details about a target with only its heat signature; its race being one of the easiest.

Kara had left the room and behind her, a single trail leading out towards the bathroom. He followed it quick, but before entering he could see the heat left on the floor. Her movements were hurried, she was escaping; most surely with her goal accomplished.

Rahs followed it. The signature was still very recent, she only had a minute maximum of a head start before him. In the way he came across another serving alien female, who upon seeing the silent mercenary gasped. "Did you see anyone coming through this corridor just a minute ago?"

She shook her head nervous and confused. "No one, why?"
Camouflage. It won't save you. The tall warrior resumed his pursuit, running quicker now. But the signature was barely getting closer, she was gaining speed as she approached the building's rear exit. He almost brought down the door as he got out, dark sky above and a large back alley that led to a series of streets and open areas beneath bridges, bustling with busy traffic. There he saw her, or rather, her heat coming off, silhouetting her body as she ran. She moved fast but not faster than a syrictae.
In an instant Rahs aimed his very hand at her. A second later a strong lightning burst out from his palm and in no time struck her body with the force of a thousand hammers, millions of volts stunning her body and trying to reach her deepest nerves. No matter how well her armor protected her, the electric current would at least slow her down enough for Rahs to close the gap. So the mercenary wasted not even a second in running towards her, taking a laser SMG weapon from his back and readying himself in case she was armed.

The human girl had moved fast. She must have gotten what she needed and was preparing to leave no doubt by her movements. Kara gritted her teeth as she rushed through the back door which luckily shut before her pursuer caught up but he quickly bulldozed through them.

Kara continued moving her stealth useless thanks to Rahs heat sensing. Before she suddenly cried out in pain at the lighting burst striking her form...her form rolling across the street as the camoflague faded away. "Hmm I was expecting you sooner..." Her sensual tone of voice was back but it would be easy for a warrior to notice the edge in her voice..before in a rather fast speed she brought out what seemed to be some kind of crossbow that fired a fast sharp bolt that would skewer through the SMG as she calmly stood up tall now and allowed Rahs a moment to admire her new attire.

A black bodysuit of unknown material that hugged her curvy figure in all the perfect ways. It seemed to be quite tough as she seemed mostly fine from that little shock attack which would've no doubt handled any ADD agent easily. Moving a hand to a small sheath on her thigh and drew out a small staff as it extended forming a sparking knife point as she held it reverse style.

"I hope you don't disappoint me Rahs Xalezel, otherwise this arrest for your countless crimes against the ADD will be rather boring.." She said...her knife and stature showed a warrior ready to fight in a second...her eyes had that fire...the fire of a warrior and this was an ADD Agent as well...someone high ranked possibly too.

Before he knew it there was a bolt coming right at him. He made a sidestep but his ranged weapon was pierced through by the bolt, sparks and metal parts flying out from the SMG. Rahs pulled the trigger yet nothing happened; with a sigh he threw it away.

"I didn't have a reason to follow you. Until now." The redhead agent took her time in readying herself. Indeed she gave the syrictae a chance to look at her body, but he thought it looked infinitely better with the bikini and the sarong and would be even better without anything on. Perhaps he would do just that later.

Now he raised his arm and from his back unsheathed his sword, a black bastard sword slightly longer than his legs that he managed with ease in one hand thanks to his incredible strength. It was swung twice as the veteran warrior separated his feet, moved his shoulders to a side and steadied his battle stance. A small current released sparks from the blade lighting the area briefly.

"Disappoint you, huh? You better make it tough and I may be easier on you afterwards. Good luck, agent." With a stunning speed he lurched forward. A tall muscular warrior encased in gray and black armor ran towards the smaller female and closed the distance in a couple of seconds, an overhead slash coming first and followed by close quick attacks to give little room for a response. He didn't underestimate her weapon. As a staff it proved longer than his sword even with his taller stature, and so he would have to fight in really close quarters to remove her advantage. Thankfully, his augmentations could provide him the edge if needed in keeping the agent close.

Kara calmly spun her staff in her hands with a knife blade in one end as she kept a calm smirk though it was unseen as she did have her helmet still on. She moved quickly and blocked his sword with her staff. Moving it quickly as she blocked each hit watching and waiting with precise movements.

The woman was easily a skilled fighter just from the brief exchange before she suddenly hopped off her feet and kicked Rahs in the chest giving her some distance as she went on the offence using her staffs longer reach as she stabbed the knife towards Rahs with rapid jabbings. Any successful stabs would feel a stinging shock coming from the weapon as she kept the pressure going.

What tremendous reflexes! This agent was quick to prove she was capable of holding her own, until now at least, against the tall mercenary. Her movements were swift and precise, none of Rahs' attacks could connect before she kicked him away. Her strength in this kick was not great, the syrictae only stepping back a single time, but she kept up the rhythm of the fight with her own flurry of stabs. The first one got Rahs in his shoulder plate, a clear metallic sound echoing around them.

He felt the shock piercing through to his skin, but it was not that bad for now. He frowned beneath the secretive mask and quickly made up for underestimating her offensive. The syrictae mercenary proved his own skills as his feet almost danced on the cold floor, his shoulders accompanying the movements in order to evade the knife at the end of the staff. He did not block with his sword, but his eyes remained always on that blade. Then in a breath as he dodged a stab he was in reach to grasp the pole with his own hand and he attempted to do so as hard as he managed. With an impressive speed, however, a tendril went to coil around her arm up to her shoulder to seize her while his foot went and tried to step on one of her to stop her from moving. He followed with a counter attack as he tried to slash her down with his sword.

Kara continued her assault with rapid jabs of the knife point of her staff. Keeping him on the defense as he dodged each stab with impressive movements. The agent went for another stab only for the merc to grab the pole of her weapon. A tendril quickly wrapped around the arm up to her shoulder to grab her while he moved a foot to step onto one of her own.

Kara quickly moved her foot back while swinging her other leg up to hopefully kick into his side before he could properly counter attack with that sword of his. Moving her other hand to a hidden sheath and drew a short combat knife as she quickly blocked the sword barely gritting at the sparks so close to her form. Her flexibility and reflexes were top notch and she had power as she was holding his attack back.

The kick did hit his side but Rahs barely flinched even if he felt the entire strength of the blow. He knew it would be best to just endure it and finish his attack. But even still this agent was much more agile than most of the others, managing to take out a combat knife and block the sword attack. Her strength was also deserving to be praised.

But now that he was much closer Rahs had advantages and he was sure to try them before this woman pulled out more secret weapons or tricks. The tendril that was wrapped around her delivered a strong electrical current that he hoped would stun her. Even so, with his weapon in a duel of sorts against her knife he decided to bring his knee up to try and hit her in the stomach.

Kara grits her teeth when her kick fails to dislodge him from her arm. Then the strong current shocked into her body. Grunting as she grits her teeth as she endured it mostly to keep that sword back as she spotted the knee. Thinking fast she pushed her knife wielding arm against the sword pushing away for a brief moment as she hopped off her feet slamming a knee right against Rahs chin or face.

This had barely allowed her to avoid that knee. But she was still being shocked and attempted to bring the knife down on the tendril to try and free her arm quickly before the shock began stunning her body. Her suit was taking the brunt of the damage for her but even she knew it wouldn't last long.

With quick movements Kara managed to jump high enough to land a knee against Rahs' face. He didn't she would make it but clear enough she still did it. The impact was felt but it was mostly softened by his mask and helm, making him step back slightly, but just enough so her knife managed to cut through the tendril coiling around her. The half on her was left hanging while the severed tendril on Rahs' end withdrew to his body.

She was proving to be a very resourceful fighter, Rahs had to admit. Now she had resisted his shock but he hoped she still had to take a few seconds to recover. He would not relent, his sword was looking still for a clear strike at her as it swung from above.