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The Fist of Dragoon, Part Two:
“God-Made-Flesh”
Milky Way Galaxy, Quadrant 4305
“One hundred and six races”
So far his fleet had encountered one hundred and six races and none of them had achieved the genetic perfection of the Quel’toth. He did not enjoy causing the extinction of so many species but it was work that had to be done, the Quel’toth could not allow such indiscriminate breeding to go on any longer; it had already destroyed their own galaxy.
“Sen’khan! Sen’khan!” A Beta game ran up to him, his shimmering blue skin slick with sweat aa he pushed passed some gray-skinned Deltas.
“What is it, Officer?”
“We are detecting a massive energy spike in Quadrant 4710. A korhan class power level!”
“Probably just a sun going supernova; this is not worth my time, Beta."
“No sai, it is originating from a planet.” The officer’s three red eyes shimmered with excitement.
“So there is a race somewhere that has tapped the power of the korhan?” he pondered. “Perhaps not all the races of this galaxy are primitives after all.”
Naladas, Milky Way Galaxy, Quadrant 4710
“All rejoice, Lord Dragoon has returned!” cried the fanatic Tesk-Nor.
Where once there had been a cylinder of blinding yellow light now stood a massive armored figure. Astra couldn’t believe what she was seeing: Tesk-Nor’s fanatical cult had unleashed a being who could very well be a god.
The sheer power emanating from the being was terrifying. He stood over eight feet tall with a body completely covered in wicked looking armor leaving only his head uncovered. His face was like something out of a horror movie: eyes burning like white hot fire, a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, reptilian skin the colour of sand and a crown of small black horns all combined to give Astra the willies.
At the moment, the only thing against Dragoon being a god was the fact he was looking around in confusion, like he had just woken up while sleepwalking.
“Lord Dragoon, you’re faithful followers, the Vanguard of Dragoon, are at your service,” said Tesk-Nor, acting like a sycophant.
“Vanguard? Explain yourself!” boomed Dragoon.
“W-well...we formed after your disappearance, my Lord. We remained loyal to your cause.”
“Disappearance?” the massive figure seemed to be taking in the room for the first time staring at the dust and the skeletons. “How long was I gone?”
“T…time is of no consequence to one as mighty as yourself, my lord,” stammered Tesk-Nor.
Dragoon grabbed his disciple around the throat and lifted him off the ground like he was a feather, and held him so close all present though he was going to bite his head off.
“Answer me, worm,”
“It has been two thousand years, my Lord. But we are still faithf--”
“Rrrrraaaagggggghhhhhhhh!” Dragoon dropped the cultist unceremoniously on the floor and screamed in a fitful rage. With one kick he sent another cowering, nameless cultist through a nearby wall.
“I’ll kill every one of those milk skinned Naladasian glatch for this!”
Gonk Trading Station, Quadrant 4704
“Hepzibah, things have been pretty tense between us for a while now and I’m not putting up with it anymore,” said Corsair as the pair strolled through the market, pushing a large trolley of food supplies.
Ever since the Stajammer’s encounter with the Brood three weeks ago, Hepzibah had been ignoring her lover completely. Corsair suspected it was because of the fact he had risked their lives to save a Shi’ar vessel, and Hepzibah downright hated the Shi’ar.
“We could have died trrying to save those stupid Birdies, Kreestoffer,” she replied, after several minutes of silence. “They came to kill us, you know?”
Christopher sighed deeply; after nearly twenty years he knew Hepzibah too well. "You’re right, Hepz, I should have consulted the rest of you, put it to a vote.”
Hepzibah snorted. “Even if we all voted no, still you would charge off on your own. Foolishly valiant you are, Kreestopher.”
“Just one of the things you love about me, right?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, you arre a much better person than me.”
“Hey, that’s not--”
“I have all the partss we need to repair the hyperdrive captain,” said Ch’od, arriving with a large box of equipment easily held under one massive arm.
“Good work, Ch’od. Hepz and I bought some supplies, everything Raza buys is so bland.” He shuddered as he remembered the protein cubes Raza had bought a few years ago.
“Sspeaking of Raza, I haven’t seen Z’Cann or him for a while,” replied Ch’od.
“And you won’t be seeing them for a long time most likely,” said a muffled voice behind them.
Astra’s armored servant, Fallout, accompanied by two armed Kree guards, stood behind the ground, and they didn’t look friendly.
“What’s going on? What have you done to my crew?” demanded Corsair.
“Fifteen minutes ago, your comrades broke into Astra’s chambers and entered one of her teleportation portals, likely in an assassination attempt,” explained Fallout.
“What?!” said Corsair, Ch’od and Hepzibah at once. Z’Cann and Raza were the last two anyone would expect to do something so rash.
“The three of you are coming with us,” the two Kree guards aimed their weapons with professional ease. “Put your hands above your heads.”
Corsair did as he was told and indicated for the other two to do the same. Fallout removed the captain’s pistol from its holster on his belt as one of the Kree guards went for Hepzibah’s. Quicker than the eye could see, the cat woman’s tail flicked the guard’s eyes, blinding him.
As if on cue, Ch’od punched Fallout in the stomach and even his armor couldn’t protect him from the force of the blow. He doubled over with a muffled “Ooof.” The second guard, who was distracted by the sudden attacks, didn’t notice when Corsair activated the twin crystals on his gauntlets, causing a pair of energy pistols to appear in his hands from a small pocket dimension.
Setting the pistols to stun he incapacitated both guards and aimed his weapons at Fallout.
“Where are you keeping my friends?” his voice was cool and calm, hiding the typhoon of anger and the thought of his comrades being hurt.
“Shove it, handlebars,” the armored man was slowly getting to his feet.
With a nod from Corsair, Ch’od lifted the Aussie off his feet and shook him a little. Hepzibah grabbed a pair of energy cuffs from one of the unconscious guards and cuffed the man’s hands behind his back.
“Come on, we’re too exposed here, lets take him to the ship,” said Corsair.
The squat, pig nosed aliens known as the Gonk, who were prolific throughout the entire station, seemed to ignore the trio as they dragged the bound man behind them.
Upon entering the Starjammer in Docking Bay 7, the ship’s A.I., Waldo, greeted them, “Di benvenuto capitano indietro, voi gradiscono una focaccina?...syntax error.” Corsair ignored the faulty computer and aimed his pistols at the silent Fallout.
“Tell me where my friend’s are, or I’ll shoot you here and now.” If Raza was here he likely would disapprove but there was no time for honor; besides, there was no way he would actually go through with the threat.
Fallout was unreadable within his armor; he could have been smirking or cringing in fear for all they knew. He said nothing.
“Ok, maybe you won’t be so tough when we take you out of that armour,” said Corsair.
“No! Ok, I’ll talk,” said the armored man. “They jumped into Astra’s portal so they could either be on the planet she was travelling to or trapped in her pocket dimension.”
“Do you know the coordinates to this planet?” asked the captain.
“Yeah,” he replied, before muttering, “Astra’s gonna kill me.”
Naladas
Dragoon raged for several more minutes, it seemed his temper would bring down the entire facility. As dust fell and the metal above their heads groaned, Magnus whispered in his lover’s ear.
“Do you think it’s time for us to leave, my dear?”
Dragoon snapped his eyes in their direction; it would seem that even on the far side of the room he had heard them. Both of them felt all their confidence, their arrogance, evaporate as they looked into the monster’s burning white eyes. Magnus felt the energy emanating from this beast; it disrupted the magnetic feilds themselves.
“Such confidence you two must posses, not to bow down before your god,” boomed Dragoon.
“They are heretics, my Lord!” claimed Tesk-Nor, skulking behind his ‘god’. “Continually they have insulted our holy quest, mocking your power and your very existence!”
The delight at finally paying back Astra’s constant torments was evident in Tesk-Nor’s reptilian eyes. He wanted them to suffer and he was using his god to do it.
“You doubt my power?” asked Dragoon, less angry than anyone was expecting. “I brought more than half the galaxy to its knees. My name was spoken with more fear and trepidation than Galactus himself. Does no-one remember the Chaos Bringer?”
“Kill these heretics,my Lord, display your might to the universe starting with these two mortals,” suggested Tesk-Nor.
“Tell me, Dragoon, do all your disciples try to manipulate you?” asked Magnus calmly. His father would never crack in a situation like this.
All the blood seemed to drain from Tesk-Nor’s face as Dragoon turned his head to look at him.
“Lord, I…I was merely--”
“Do not forget your place, disciple, or you will know a god’s wrath.”
“Yes, of course your holiness, please forgive this humble mortal.” The head priest fell to his knees in a pathetic attempt to placate his master.
Dragoon ignored him and looked back to the two mutants. "You are strong, I can sense a power within you,” said Dragoon to Magnus. “Are you feared where you are from?”
Magnus, unwilling to admit he had left Earth to get out of his father’s shadow, instead replied, “Yes.”
“I see. Well then, I shall have to kill you to prove to your subjects I am worthy or their worship."
Black lightning streaked from the armored figure’s fingers and Magnus barely reacted in time. The bolts deflected off a large spherical shield erected around him and his love.
“I’m porting us out of here!” shouted Astra over the 'crackle hiss'of the lightning.
“Not yet! I can take him down, I know it,” replied her lover.
While maintaining the shield, the mutant who believed he was the son of Magneto rippled a large chunk of metal from the wall and hurled it at Dragoon. The impact made the so-called god stumble and Magnus was on him in an instant; metal plating was ripped from every wall and slammed into the beast. Quickly he was encapsulated in a solid sphere of iron.
“So much for your god,” spat Magnus.
With a deafening roar, the sphere shattered and an unharmed Dragoon charged at his opponent. The ‘god’ swung his massive fist in a blow that would surely decapitate the mutant but he froze dead in his tracks as Magnus raised his own hands.
“You can’t fight the Master of Magnetism encased in that metal armor and hope to win,” he mocked.
“Can’t I?” the god grinned evilly and strained against his metal bonds. Amazingly, he started to move forward and, before Magnus could react, a gauntleted fist grabbed him around the throat.
“Magnus!” screamed Astra as Dragoon held her lover.
“Your strength will become my own,” said the god maliciously.
Inexplicably, a stream of misty, silver light passed from Magnus’s mouth into Dragoon’s, with the white haired mutant’s skin turning a sickly shade of grey. In a mindless rage, Astra leapt upon the monster’s arm, trying to pull her lover free, but he merely shook her off.
“I have not tasted such power in a long time,” boasted Dragoon as he tossed Magnus’ lifeless body to the ground.
Astra rushed to her lover’s side but she could tell he was already dead; his lifeless eyes stared at nothing and his skin was ash grey. A massive hand yanked her off the ground and she looked into Dragoon’s white hot eyes defiantly.
“Kill me and be on with it,” she said.
“I’m not going to kill you, little witch. You are going to tell the galaxy that the Destroyer has returned. Tell them how I killed your mighty lover.”
“What?!” exclaimed Tesk-Nor. “Lord she is a heretic of the worst degree! I must--”
“Silence!” he dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. "Go now!”
With one last glance at her dead lover’s body, the woman disappeared in a flash of bright light.
The Starjammer
Fallout was not having a good day. It had started out well enough; nice breakfast, the usual day to day stuff, he even met another human. Unfortunately that human was a very upset Corsair, captain of the pirates known as the Starjammers. He’d heard some bad rumors about the Starjammers and now they’d kidnapped him and forced him into giving up the location of his boss, Astra.
“I just wanted to be a plumber,” he muttered to himself.
His mutation had ruined his life; he had no doubt about that. Who would want the ability to constantly emit deadly radiation? The power had killed his mother and made his whole neighbourhood sick before the men with geiger counters came. If it wasn’t for Astra he’d still be locked in a lead lined room at ASIO, the Australian Security Intelligence Organisation. She had teleported him to her base in space and provided him with a special suit of armor for containing radiation.
She had given him a new role in life and now he was betraying her. Then again it was his life or hers.
The planet Astra was taking the cultists to wasn’t too far from the trading station, less than an hour by faster than light travel, in uncharted space.
“We have the planet on screen captain,” said massive Ch’od.
“Good. Scan for lifesigns, Waldo,” said the captain.
“Detecting eleven hamburgers and one large coke, Captain” replied the faulty computer.
Sighing in frustration, Corsair said, “Everybody arm themselves. Waldo, prepare to teleport us to their location and that includes the prisoner.”
Astra’s Pocket Dimension
It was hard to measure the passage of time in Astra’s white dimension but Raza estimated they had been trapped for at least an hour. There was little room to move in the cylinder shaped stasis field so he and Z’Cann sat cross legged on the floor.
“So why did you do it, Z’Cann, why did you rush so foolishly into danger?” he asked the Skrull woman.
“I don’t know, Raza. After losing my team mates I’ve been locked up on the ship for so many weeks. I just needed to do something to honor their deaths, right some wrong. I’m so sorry for getting you into this danger, my friend.”
Tears welled in her soft golden eyes and Raza wiped them away with his biological hand; he was too afraid to touch her with his cybernetic hand since she had shrugged it off her shoulder in the market.
“Honor your fallen comrades, but don’t get yourself or your new team mates killed in the process,” he smiled.
“I won’t, I promise.”
In a flash of light Astra returned to her private dimension and did what neither of them would expect; she fell to her knees and burst into tears. Raza and Z’Cann looked at each other in confusion.
I’m sensing she suffered a great loss, said Z’Cann in her comrade’s mind. Should I probe further?
Before he could reply, Astra seemed to notice them for the first time. Zhe wiped the tears from her eyes and rose to her feet.
“You were right about Dragoon, you little Skrull witch!” she screamed, kicking the energy shield.
“Oh no! You released Dragoon?!" asked a worried Z’Cann.
“I didn’t release that murderous beast! That piece of filth Tesk-Nor did!” Their captor pressed a button on her gauntlet and painful electricity surged through the pair. While Raza withstood the pain stoically Z’Cann couldn’t help but cry out.
“He…he killed him, didn’t he?” asked Z’Cann through clenched teeth.
“He’ll pay, I’ll make sure of it." The pair could tell she wasn’t talking to them anymore; she was in her own world, literally and metaphorically. “But if even Magnus couldn’t defeat him, then who?”
A realization dawned on her and once again the mutant woman disappeared in a flash of light.
Naladas
Corsair wasn’t sure what to expect when he arrived on the surface but it certainly wasn’t this: eleven cultists wrapped in blood red cloaks kneeling in worship around a massive armored figure.
“I must gain this power of teleportation for myself, it seems quite useful,” said the massive armored being.
“Where’s Astra? Where’s my crew?” If the captain was afraid, he didn’t show it.
“Nobody aims a weapon at our Lord il’Dragoononadas,” said the lead cultist, who Corsair remembered from Astra’s chamber.
“Ill Drogoon-a-what?” asked Ch’od.
“It’s Dragoon. Z’Cann tried to warn us and we didn’t listen,” said Corsair, silently berating himself for not trusting his team mate.
“Magnus!” Fallout, with his hands cuffed behind his back, knelt beside the body of Astra’s lover. “What did you do to him?!”
“Ah, you are comrades of the little witch and her magnetic concubine,” laughed Dragoon.“The one named Magnus was a powerful being, but he could not hope to match a god.”
Hepzibah hissed derisively. “You arre no god. You arre an ugly lizard in a tin can.”
“I shall cut out your tongue, white witch!” screamed Tesk-Nor, brandishing a wicked looking dagger.
Dragoon raised a hand to halt him. "You are as devoted as your are idiotic, disciple.”
With a wave of his hand he sent an arc of energy lancing out to knock all three Starjammers against the wall. Fallout’s armor seemed to absorb the energy, although it disrupted the energy cuff’s binding him.
“You killed Magnus!” Extending both his hands, the armored mutant sent a burst of concentrated radiation blasting from his gauntlets. Dragoon bathed in the energy and laughed, though a few cultists behind him doubled over and vomited.
“You energy only makes me stronger little one--”
Laser fire from both Corsair and Hepzibah showered the goliath, all of it dispersing over his wicked looking armot. the monster seemed unstoppable. Pieces of metal plating suddenly wrapped themselves around the pair, trapping them and at the same time Fallout found he couldn’t move his suit.
“I must admit, I’m going to enjoy exploring this new power,” Dragoon smiled cruelly as he stood over Corsair and his lover as razor sharp shards of metals were accumulating over the pair.
Suddenly a massive pair of green arms wrapped around the monster, holding him tight. “Leave my friendss alone!”
Seemingly indifferent to his own plight, Dragoon merely sighed and said, “So many fools think they know what strength is.”
With a vicious grin the armoeed beast slammed his head backwards into Ch’od’s face, breaking his hold. Spinning around, the god landed a roundhouse punch in the Saurian’s chest, sending him flying across the room into a nearby wall. He was down for the count.
With the cultists chanting in prayer, their god turned back to his captives. “Witness a strength unmatched in the galaxy.” He raised his fist as if to smash it down upon Corsair’s skull but the blow was stopped short. Looking up Christopher saw a purple skinned hand holding Dragoon’s fist in check.
Gladiator had joined the fight.
The hexagonal room suddenly grew more cramped; a smug looking Astra had arrived with four of the Shi’ar Imperial Guard. The fiery Starbolt, the size increasing Titan, a being of solar energy within a special containment suit known as G-Type and, the mightiest of all warriors, Gladiator, had all been brought to the planet by Astra.
“I have heard tales of the horrors you unleashed upon this galaxy, Dragoon,” said Gladiator, “and I will not allow them to come to pass again.”
With that, the Praetor of the Imperial Guard punched Dragoon squarely in the jaw, sending him flying through several walls. A blast of black energy flew out of the tunnel created by the impact, slamming Gladiator through the opposite wall. The remaining walls and ceiling of the ancient structure began to groan under the strain of the battle.
“Titan, get the civilians out of here! Starbolt, G-Type,aid me!” shouted Gladiator and he blasted out of the hole in the wall towards Dragoon.
By increasing his size, the alien guardsman known as Titan was able to increase his strength enough to break Corsair and Hepzibah’s bonds before lifting the unconscious Ch’od over his shoulder. Dragoon’s cowardly Vanguard were already fleeing the scene.
“I guess we follow them,” said Corsair.
With only a brief concerned glance down the dark tunnel where Dragoon and the Guardsmen were fighting, the group charged down a long, dusty corridor scattered with bones. Outside a pair of twin red moons illuminated the night sky.
“How did you convince the Imperial Guard to come fight Dragoon?” Corsair asked Astra.
“She didn’t,” said Titan. "She kidnapped us and only filled us in when Gladiator forced her too in her white dimension.”
Astra suddenly found herself facing several laser pistols.
“What have you done with Raza and Z’Cann?” demanded Corsair. Hepzibah backed him up with a threatening hiss.
“Relax, your friends are fine and safe--”
“BOOM!”
Gladiator exploded from the roof of the ancient facility, having used Dragoon to burst through the tonnes of rock. A fiery streak, Starbolt, pursued them.
In the sky above
Dragoon was a powerful foe, there was no doubt about that. While Gladiator’s most powerful blows had knocked him around they had done little damage. The self proclaimed god seemed unfazed as his assailant slammed him through solid stone and steel and carried him into the night sky.
“You are powerful, purple one,” said Dragoon, “but your power is flesh and sinew. Mine is divine.”
Gladiator hesitated for a second, wondering if what Dragoon said was true, but that was more than enough time for the monster to start sucking the life from the guardsman. A stream of misty silver light began to flow from Kallark’s mouth into Dragoon’s.
“W…what are…you doing…” choked Gladiator.
“I’m drinking your life, Champion, making your strength my own, and what delicious power you have!” boasted Dragoon.
“Get away from him!” screamed a voice from behind, as an intense pyroplasmic blast struck Dragoon in the back.
It was the sudden bright light rather than the heat that distracted the armored monster, allowing Starbolt to slam him out of Gladiator’s hands. The pair watched as their powerful assailant plummeted to the ground.
“It seems he can’t fly,” stated Starbolt.
“But he is powerful nonetheless,” Gladiator could feel himself weakening, not only because of Dragoon’s life draining powers, but because his own confidence was waning. Dragoon was so powerful...what if they couldn’t stop him?
The ground below
The group cheered as Starbolt smashed into Dragoon and sent him plummeting towards the ground, surely such a fall would be deadly. With a deafening crash the armored goliath impacted with the ground nearby, sending up a huge cloud of dust.
“Stay here!” shouted Titan as he ran towards the crater created by the impact. H-Type, who had been left behind in the base, rushed out to join him.
It was too difficult to see hrough the cloud of dust for Corsair to make out what was going on, but he could hear the sounds of a scuffle. Suddenly, an unconscious Titan was hurled out of the dust, his unmoving body landing at the group’s feet and returning to its normal size. Dragoon strode confidently out of the dust, clutching the struggling G-Type in his right hand. The guardsman fired blast after blast of superheated plasma in the fiend’s face to no avail.
“You are delicious energy wrapped in a steel shell,” said Dragoon to his victim. The Guardsman didn’t even get a chance to cry out as the beast shattered his face plate and sucked up the alien’s fiery form.
The Destroyer tossed the empty containment suit aside like a used candy wrapper and strode confidently towards those still standing: Corsair, Hepzibah, Astra and Fallout. None of them had proven effective in battle against the unstoppable beast.
Out of the sky dived Starbolt and Gladiator, enraged at the apparent death of their comrade. In one swift motion, Dragon magnetically hurled G-Type’s suit at Starbolt, sending him flying, while at the same time enmeshing Gladiator within some sort of energy webbing.
Corsair and Hepzibah were shocked that the Praetor of the Imperial Guard was unable to break through the webbing; surely he was stronger than that.
Dragoon turned back to the quartet, and looking at Fallout he said, “You. Do you wish to live?”
“Y…yes sir,” replied a very nervous Fallout.
“Then kill the ebon haired witch who dared to bring assassins against me!”
It was evident Fallout was torn between the woman who had given him a life and staying alive. He kept looking back and forth between the two villain, Astra and Dragoon.
Finally, it appeared he decided o save his own life. Extending his gauntlets he blasted Astra with a full force radiation beam. All present were shocked when Astra appeared totally unaffected.
“You idiot, Sebastian,” mocked Astra, “did you really think I’d hire you and not take a few precautions? My suit contains radiation dampeners.”
Dragoon screamed in rage, apparently tired of all the games. Faster than one would imagine for someone his size, the armored god charged at them.
“Pshhhhhh!”
There was a strange sound and suddenly Dragoon was clutching his eyes and screaming in pain. Astra and Corsair had to cover their mouths and noses to block out the awful stench. Astra and Fallout were clearly stunned but Corsair understood; a very embarrassed looking Hepzibah had used her 'skunk spray' ability. Just like a skunk, she had a special gland beneath the tail for spraying a noxious substance, though she rarely used it because of Ch’od’s constant teasing.
“Is your ship in orbit?” asked Astra frantically.
“Yes,” replied Corsair.
“Then we’re all leaving.”
In a bright flash of light Astra teleported herself, the Starjammers and the Imperial Guard to her pocket dimension, before quickly transporting them to the Starjammer. Raza and Z’Cann had been picked up along the way but Astra allowed them no time happy reunions.
“Go to hyperdrive now!” she ordered.
“We can’t...we’re still in the planets gravity well,” replied Corsair.
“Exactly, the system in uninhabited.”
Understanding blossomed in Christopher’s mind.
“Waldo, initiate hyperdrive now,”
“Affirmative el’capitano…syntax error,” replied the computer’s monotone voice.
Warp drives involve manipulation of stellar energies which should not be employed anywhere near a planet’s gravity well. The quantum energies unleashed wreaked havoc on Naladas’s electromagnetic field, ripping the planet to pieces in an awe inspiring explosion. Corsair thanked god they weren’t close enough to the system’s star to cause it to go supernova.
“There’s no way that armored beast could survive that,” said Astra flatly. She’d had her revenge but that would never bring Magnus back. Even if she created a new clone it wouldn’t be the same.
“Wherre’s the man in the tin suit?” asked Hepzibah, looking around the bridge.
“I left that traitorous bastard on the planet with Dragoon and his cultists. Good riddance,” spat Astra.
“You left him there to die?” asked Corsair in shock. This woman just kept sinking to new levels.
“I don’t have to answer to you, Summers! Have you visited your sons lately?” With that cryptic statement she created a portal to her private dimension and disappeared, leaving the three prone Imperial Guard onboard.
“Sikorsky, we got wounded up here,” said Corsair over the intercom.
“What’s going on,Corsair?” asked Z’Cann. "What happened to Dragoon?”
“We destroyed the planet, Z’Cann; I’m sure even he couldn’t survive that,” replied the Captain.
“Come, Z’Cann,” said Raza, “let’s get the wounded down to Sikorsky. You’re going to love it when we get to Standing Still, that’s the world we’ve been based out of for the past few years.”
As the pair left, teleporting the wounded to sick bay, Corsair took Hepzibah in his arms and said, “How about we have that talk now, kittycat?”
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