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Chapter sixteen
Unregistered Planet (temporary psn 4181774), codename "Haven"
"I would much rather continue with this," Raoul replied, then went back to tasting Yevi's skin, nibbling at a sharp hipbone before lapping at the flat belly.
Fingers tugged hard at his hair.
"Playing rough, are we?" Raoul asked with a grin.
Yevi tugged harder.
"Ow!" Raoul snapped. He pulled back far enough to glare. "You'd rather be working?"
"No," Yevi replied. "However, duty before pleasure, you thick-headed rock spider."
Raoul heaved a long sigh and let him go, frowning as Yevi tugged his shirt down, hiding that fine, fine skin. "So are we really ready to do this?"
"Assuming you don't screw it up, we can be done and on our way home tonight."
That statement should have been filled with excitement. Instead Yevi sounded rather depressed. Raoul wondered why; it wasn't the first time Yevi had seemed more dismayed than pleased at the thought of going home.
But if there was one thing he could not get out of Yevi, it was answers. He shrugged it off and focused on what they were supposed to be doing. "Get one of my stunners back?" he asked. "I'll need that if we're going to do this."
"Yeah, yeah," Yevi said. He moved to his bed and knelt down to fumble beneath it for a moment, displaying his ass in a manner that Raoul considered highly distracting and thoroughly unfair.
A moment later he stood back up, and crossed the room to present a dark blue stunner, the color flat rather than with the more characteristic metallic shine. Raoul grinned, smoothing his hand over it, fingers moving automatically to deactivate two of the three safeties before checking for damage, missing pieces. It fit his grip perfectly, as though it belonged there.
Yevi grimaced. "You have the same expression on your face when…" He turned away in disgust, and threw himself into a nearby seat. "Do tell me what sort of stunner it is, that I might know my fucking competition."
"No competition, sexy. You'd win easy. But this is a Midnight 43.5, with custom everything. Zero-grade three day charger, scatter fire and hyper fire capabilities, grip, half-strength trigger. As pretty and sexy as a hand stunner can get. The only thing as sexy as this is my custom rifle. That I built entirely from scratch. Not another like it. You should come see it sometime."
"Scatter and hyper fire…half-strength…made from scratch?" Yevi's jaw dropped. "All of that is damn near illegal."
Raoul grinned, not even needing to look at his stunner as he disconnected the charger, glancing away from Yevi only to check the power level. He looked back up as he reconnected it, thumbed the power level down two notches, and double checked the last safety was in place. "Damn near, sweetheart. That's the key word."
Yevi scoffed. "To be allowed to even think about any of that, you'd have to—"
"Have a grade five license?" Raoul asked smugly.
"Where the fuck did you get a grade five license?"
Raoul grinned. "Birthday present from the boss."
"So it's true what they say about him being completely insane?"
"Very true. But you tell me what the fuck sort of sane man would take his job?"
Yevi grunted. "True enough. So we're doing this?"
"Since sex is apparently not an option, I may as well."
"There's no guarantee he'll get us on the ship."
Raoul shrugged. "We just need him to get us through the damned doors. I can handle the ship, we just need him to get us to it."
"Well, I say we get this started. It's been exactly four hours and twenty seven minutes since lights out. Once I know he's following you, I'll follow him."
Nodding, Raoul stood and tucked his stunner into the waistband of his pants. "One for the road, sexy?"
Heaving a sigh, but a faint smile twitching at his mouth, Yevi stood and stepped toward him, arms twining around Raoul's neck, dragging him in close. He kissed slow and thorough, as devastating as ever, flavored slightly of cheap beer and green things.
Raoul was beginning to suspect he was ruined for any other kisses. Only these would do. He pulled away reluctantly, skimming his hands lightly over Yevi's body. "Later, beautiful. Will you be alright when we reach the cliff?"
"I don't have much of a fucking choice. Get to work."
Stealing one last quick kiss, Raoul turned and with poor stealth snuck out of camp.
Less than fifteen minutes later he heard someone coming up behind him, and nearly rolled his eyes.
Honestly, were IA agents the only ones with any real skill in this shit? Oh, the Auths fucking thought they had skill, but order them to show rather than tell…
Slowing down, swearing softly as though lost, he waited…waited…then drove his elbow back hard, catching Corin in the gut, then swung around and felt a nose crunch beneath his fist. A knee to the groin and Corin collapsed with a groan to the ground.
Pulling out his stunner, Raoul flicked off the final safety and pulled the trigger.
Corin twitched, jumped, and did not stand up, merely sat moaning faintly.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Raoul said, "I’m sick and tired of being your farm boy. I want off this fucking rock, and you're my key to it. Got that?"
"Not fucking doing shit for you, rock spider."
"Rock spider, yes. But not a bottom dweller, and that is all that counts." He grabbed Corin by the back of his filthy t-shirt, then dragged him through the woods and to the cliff. "Now, we're going down. You wanna do this the hard way or the easy way?"
Corin sneered. "I'm not going down that cliff, you slutty Fornarian."
"Name calling. That's mature." Raoul rolled his eyes. "Hard way, then." Flipping his stunner neatly, he slammed the butt into Corin's head, watching as the man dropped like a rock to the ground.
Striding to a nearby tree, he pulled out the rope hidden in a hollow, then went back to Corin.
Several minutes later he stood with Yevi over Corin's body in the short tunnel.
"Remarkable," Yevi said with a smirk. "You did without a single hitch."
"Fuck you."
"Duty before pleasure."
Raoul sighed, then knelt down and slapped Corin's cheeks until he woke up. "You. Give us the fucking codes."
"Why should I?" Corin asked, voice sullen. "Even I can't turn on the fucking ship, so getting to it won't do you fuckers any good."
"I'm losing patience," Raoul said, pressing his stunner to the back of Corin's neck. "Give up the fucking access codes or I'll kick this bitch up to the point of serious pain."
Corin grunted. "Fine. Fucking let me up, some of the shit requires chem keys."
Raoul hauled him to his feet and all but threw him to the access screen in the wall.
A few minutes later, the hangar wall slid open. He turned his stunner up and fired, grunting as he grabbed hold of Corin and hauled him inside. "I am really getting sick of hauling this bitch around."
"Too bad, because I'm not doing it. I'd get filthier than I already am. Stars, I cannot wait to be back where I can take a real bath and not be covered in all this muck."
Raoul rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking plant, shouldn't you like dirt?
"I am not a plant, you rock," Yevi snapped. "And dirt yes, grime no. Shut the hell up and get us on this ship."
"And what a fine ship it is," Raoul murmured, eyeing the combat class ship appreciatively. Definitely a cobalt, built for close quarter fighting, with only short range weapons, the body slim and trim. A real beauty. Nowhere near as fine as some he'd seen, but a beauty.
Yevi shot him a glare. "Stop lusting and tell me how the fuck you plan to get us on a ship that is probably locked down tighter than a Kreskan. Only certain high ranking Auths could override whatever securities must be on this bitch."
"Or someone who outranks damn near everyone," Raoul murmured. He raised his voice. "General code VC137-92."
"Acknowledged," said a pleasantly timbered female voice. "Accepting vocal commands. Present identification."
Raoul had never had to use the codes Pyotr had given him. He hoped their being more or less dead hadn't mucked them up. "Identification Code 4-2147151-IGSA1B-7012118004."
"Acknowledged."
"Requesting permission to board."
"Granted."
The hatch opened, and Raoul breathed a sigh of relief. His personal code was still good, so hopefully the rest would work too.
Onboard, he swiftly tied Corin up and then directed his attention to the bridge. "Ship, give basic report."
"Authority combat class starship 8196294, the Rasputin. Assigned to Authority High Command Wyleen Pastor.
"What?" Yevi asked, choking.
"Ship, repeat." Raoul closed his eye as the ship repeated the basic information – which it would not normally give, except that his security clearance was much higher.
Higher even than the High Commander of the Authorities.
Who was assigned the ship hidden on a soul farm.
Fuck fuck fuck. The highest ranking Authority in the stars was in control of one of the largest soul farms Raoul had ever heard of.
Yevi snarled, the words garbled and strange, and he realized suddenly that whatever Yevi was saying, the translator chips couldn't convert it.
He made a note never to piss Yevi off to that degree.
"Ship, begin launch procedures."
"Negative. Access codes required before launch procedures can begin."
"We don't have those kinds of codes," Yevi hissed.
Raoul motioned him to be quiet. "Yes, we do. Ship, run access code IGSA001-2018152121253111518."
There was a pause as the computer ran the code. "Password."
"Bangkok Spider."
"Access code confirmed. Beginning launch procedures."
Yevi gaped at him. "What in the hell are you doing with a code like that? I don't even know what the fuck it meant exactly, but I know you shouldn't have it!"
"I have lots of things I shouldn’t have," Raoul said. "My job is to keep the High Chancellor alive at all costs. He gave me everything I might ever possibly need to do that…"
And yet he'd still failed. He should have…
But, Raoul realized as the full realization of what they'd just learned finally sank all the way in…it would have been hard to overcome something arranged by the stars damned High Commander.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, Yevi nuzzling against his back. "You seem a fine bodyguard to me, Bangkok spider. It would be hard to go against High Commander Pastor. The bastard."
The uncharacteristically kind words drew Raoul up short. He stroked his fingers lightly across the soft skin of the arms wrapped around him, then turned around to hold Yevi properly. "Thanks, beautiful, but why are you being so nice?"
"I’m not allowed to be nice?" Yevi asked. He pulled away and wandered to the comm console, running his fingers absently over all the keys.
Raoul frowned at his back, bemused. "You're going home, shouldn't you be excited? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Yevi said. "Just drop it."
Rolling his eyes, Raoul obeyed. "So, first we need to clean up here. Then we need to arrange a sting to bust the fucking High Command."
"How does one go and 'bust' the leader of the Authorities?" Yevi asked dryly.
Raoul grinned. "One calls up his IA buddies." Moving to the Captain's chair, he took a seat and callled up a handful of datascreens, fingers flying over the keys as he punched in various commands.
A moment later, the main screen lit up. Raoul grinned at a man he had not seen for ages. "Here, kitty kitty."
"Fuck you," the man replied, his cat-ears twitching irritably. He was short, slender, and compact, hair, ears, and tail a tawny reddish-brown, eyes a blazing blue. He flexed sharp-looking claws as he continued to glare at the screen. Though at first glance the half human, half hellcat man did not look like much, he had a reputation for ruthlessness and was Captain of one of the greatest combat ships every made.
In Raoul's humble opinion. "Captain Lady."
"Shut the fuck up, Raoul. You're supposed to be dead, and if you keep at it I will gladly make it a reality. Where the fuck have you been? That fucking gremlin is tearing the stars apart looking for Pyotr, thinks he almost has it figured out. Where are you? Shall we come get you?"
Raoul grinned. "Yeah, come get me, Cornelius. Coordinates are—" He blinked, realizing he didn't know. "Yevi, do you know the coordinates?"
"Yeah," Yevi said quietly. He quickly punched them in at the comm console as he settled into the seat.
"Coordinates received," Cornelius replied. "So what the fuck is going on, Raoul?"
"A lot," Raoul said grimly. "Can you reach the other ships? If I can explain everything at once, it'll save a hell of a lot of time."
Cornelius nodded, and started snapping off commands to his crew.
Have a chapter of Meant
Chapter sixteen
Unregistered Planet (temporary psn 4181774), codename "Haven"
"I would much rather continue with this," Raoul replied, then went back to tasting Yevi's skin, nibbling at a sharp hipbone before lapping at the flat belly.
Fingers tugged hard at his hair.
"Playing rough, are we?" Raoul asked with a grin.
Yevi tugged harder.
"Ow!" Raoul snapped. He pulled back far enough to glare. "You'd rather be working?"
"No," Yevi replied. "However, duty before pleasure, you thick-headed rock spider."
Raoul heaved a long sigh and let him go, frowning as Yevi tugged his shirt down, hiding that fine, fine skin. "So are we really ready to do this?"
"Assuming you don't screw it up, we can be done and on our way home tonight."
That statement should have been filled with excitement. Instead Yevi sounded rather depressed. Raoul wondered why; it wasn't the first time Yevi had seemed more dismayed than pleased at the thought of going home.
But if there was one thing he could not get out of Yevi, it was answers. He shrugged it off and focused on what they were supposed to be doing. "Get one of my stunners back?" he asked. "I'll need that if we're going to do this."
"Yeah, yeah," Yevi said. He moved to his bed and knelt down to fumble beneath it for a moment, displaying his ass in a manner that Raoul considered highly distracting and thoroughly unfair.
A moment later he stood back up, and crossed the room to present a dark blue stunner, the color flat rather than with the more characteristic metallic shine. Raoul grinned, smoothing his hand over it, fingers moving automatically to deactivate two of the three safeties before checking for damage, missing pieces. It fit his grip perfectly, as though it belonged there.
Yevi grimaced. "You have the same expression on your face when…" He turned away in disgust, and threw himself into a nearby seat. "Do tell me what sort of stunner it is, that I might know my fucking competition."
"No competition, sexy. You'd win easy. But this is a Midnight 43.5, with custom everything. Zero-grade three day charger, scatter fire and hyper fire capabilities, grip, half-strength trigger. As pretty and sexy as a hand stunner can get. The only thing as sexy as this is my custom rifle. That I built entirely from scratch. Not another like it. You should come see it sometime."
"Scatter and hyper fire…half-strength…made from scratch?" Yevi's jaw dropped. "All of that is damn near illegal."
Raoul grinned, not even needing to look at his stunner as he disconnected the charger, glancing away from Yevi only to check the power level. He looked back up as he reconnected it, thumbed the power level down two notches, and double checked the last safety was in place. "Damn near, sweetheart. That's the key word."
Yevi scoffed. "To be allowed to even think about any of that, you'd have to—"
"Have a grade five license?" Raoul asked smugly.
"Where the fuck did you get a grade five license?"
Raoul grinned. "Birthday present from the boss."
"So it's true what they say about him being completely insane?"
"Very true. But you tell me what the fuck sort of sane man would take his job?"
Yevi grunted. "True enough. So we're doing this?"
"Since sex is apparently not an option, I may as well."
"There's no guarantee he'll get us on the ship."
Raoul shrugged. "We just need him to get us through the damned doors. I can handle the ship, we just need him to get us to it."
"Well, I say we get this started. It's been exactly four hours and twenty seven minutes since lights out. Once I know he's following you, I'll follow him."
Nodding, Raoul stood and tucked his stunner into the waistband of his pants. "One for the road, sexy?"
Heaving a sigh, but a faint smile twitching at his mouth, Yevi stood and stepped toward him, arms twining around Raoul's neck, dragging him in close. He kissed slow and thorough, as devastating as ever, flavored slightly of cheap beer and green things.
Raoul was beginning to suspect he was ruined for any other kisses. Only these would do. He pulled away reluctantly, skimming his hands lightly over Yevi's body. "Later, beautiful. Will you be alright when we reach the cliff?"
"I don't have much of a fucking choice. Get to work."
Stealing one last quick kiss, Raoul turned and with poor stealth snuck out of camp.
Less than fifteen minutes later he heard someone coming up behind him, and nearly rolled his eyes.
Honestly, were IA agents the only ones with any real skill in this shit? Oh, the Auths fucking thought they had skill, but order them to show rather than tell…
Slowing down, swearing softly as though lost, he waited…waited…then drove his elbow back hard, catching Corin in the gut, then swung around and felt a nose crunch beneath his fist. A knee to the groin and Corin collapsed with a groan to the ground.
Pulling out his stunner, Raoul flicked off the final safety and pulled the trigger.
Corin twitched, jumped, and did not stand up, merely sat moaning faintly.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Raoul said, "I’m sick and tired of being your farm boy. I want off this fucking rock, and you're my key to it. Got that?"
"Not fucking doing shit for you, rock spider."
"Rock spider, yes. But not a bottom dweller, and that is all that counts." He grabbed Corin by the back of his filthy t-shirt, then dragged him through the woods and to the cliff. "Now, we're going down. You wanna do this the hard way or the easy way?"
Corin sneered. "I'm not going down that cliff, you slutty Fornarian."
"Name calling. That's mature." Raoul rolled his eyes. "Hard way, then." Flipping his stunner neatly, he slammed the butt into Corin's head, watching as the man dropped like a rock to the ground.
Striding to a nearby tree, he pulled out the rope hidden in a hollow, then went back to Corin.
Several minutes later he stood with Yevi over Corin's body in the short tunnel.
"Remarkable," Yevi said with a smirk. "You did without a single hitch."
"Fuck you."
"Duty before pleasure."
Raoul sighed, then knelt down and slapped Corin's cheeks until he woke up. "You. Give us the fucking codes."
"Why should I?" Corin asked, voice sullen. "Even I can't turn on the fucking ship, so getting to it won't do you fuckers any good."
"I'm losing patience," Raoul said, pressing his stunner to the back of Corin's neck. "Give up the fucking access codes or I'll kick this bitch up to the point of serious pain."
Corin grunted. "Fine. Fucking let me up, some of the shit requires chem keys."
Raoul hauled him to his feet and all but threw him to the access screen in the wall.
A few minutes later, the hangar wall slid open. He turned his stunner up and fired, grunting as he grabbed hold of Corin and hauled him inside. "I am really getting sick of hauling this bitch around."
"Too bad, because I'm not doing it. I'd get filthier than I already am. Stars, I cannot wait to be back where I can take a real bath and not be covered in all this muck."
Raoul rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking plant, shouldn't you like dirt?
"I am not a plant, you rock," Yevi snapped. "And dirt yes, grime no. Shut the hell up and get us on this ship."
"And what a fine ship it is," Raoul murmured, eyeing the combat class ship appreciatively. Definitely a cobalt, built for close quarter fighting, with only short range weapons, the body slim and trim. A real beauty. Nowhere near as fine as some he'd seen, but a beauty.
Yevi shot him a glare. "Stop lusting and tell me how the fuck you plan to get us on a ship that is probably locked down tighter than a Kreskan. Only certain high ranking Auths could override whatever securities must be on this bitch."
"Or someone who outranks damn near everyone," Raoul murmured. He raised his voice. "General code VC137-92."
"Acknowledged," said a pleasantly timbered female voice. "Accepting vocal commands. Present identification."
Raoul had never had to use the codes Pyotr had given him. He hoped their being more or less dead hadn't mucked them up. "Identification Code 4-2147151-IGSA1B-7012118004."
"Acknowledged."
"Requesting permission to board."
"Granted."
The hatch opened, and Raoul breathed a sigh of relief. His personal code was still good, so hopefully the rest would work too.
Onboard, he swiftly tied Corin up and then directed his attention to the bridge. "Ship, give basic report."
"Authority combat class starship 8196294, the Rasputin. Assigned to Authority High Command Wyleen Pastor.
"What?" Yevi asked, choking.
"Ship, repeat." Raoul closed his eye as the ship repeated the basic information – which it would not normally give, except that his security clearance was much higher.
Higher even than the High Commander of the Authorities.
Who was assigned the ship hidden on a soul farm.
Fuck fuck fuck. The highest ranking Authority in the stars was in control of one of the largest soul farms Raoul had ever heard of.
Yevi snarled, the words garbled and strange, and he realized suddenly that whatever Yevi was saying, the translator chips couldn't convert it.
He made a note never to piss Yevi off to that degree.
"Ship, begin launch procedures."
"Negative. Access codes required before launch procedures can begin."
"We don't have those kinds of codes," Yevi hissed.
Raoul motioned him to be quiet. "Yes, we do. Ship, run access code IGSA001-2018152121253111518."
There was a pause as the computer ran the code. "Password."
"Bangkok Spider."
"Access code confirmed. Beginning launch procedures."
Yevi gaped at him. "What in the hell are you doing with a code like that? I don't even know what the fuck it meant exactly, but I know you shouldn't have it!"
"I have lots of things I shouldn’t have," Raoul said. "My job is to keep the High Chancellor alive at all costs. He gave me everything I might ever possibly need to do that…"
And yet he'd still failed. He should have…
But, Raoul realized as the full realization of what they'd just learned finally sank all the way in…it would have been hard to overcome something arranged by the stars damned High Commander.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, Yevi nuzzling against his back. "You seem a fine bodyguard to me, Bangkok spider. It would be hard to go against High Commander Pastor. The bastard."
The uncharacteristically kind words drew Raoul up short. He stroked his fingers lightly across the soft skin of the arms wrapped around him, then turned around to hold Yevi properly. "Thanks, beautiful, but why are you being so nice?"
"I’m not allowed to be nice?" Yevi asked. He pulled away and wandered to the comm console, running his fingers absently over all the keys.
Raoul frowned at his back, bemused. "You're going home, shouldn't you be excited? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Yevi said. "Just drop it."
Rolling his eyes, Raoul obeyed. "So, first we need to clean up here. Then we need to arrange a sting to bust the fucking High Command."
"How does one go and 'bust' the leader of the Authorities?" Yevi asked dryly.
Raoul grinned. "One calls up his IA buddies." Moving to the Captain's chair, he took a seat and callled up a handful of datascreens, fingers flying over the keys as he punched in various commands.
A moment later, the main screen lit up. Raoul grinned at a man he had not seen for ages. "Here, kitty kitty."
"Fuck you," the man replied, his cat-ears twitching irritably. He was short, slender, and compact, hair, ears, and tail a tawny reddish-brown, eyes a blazing blue. He flexed sharp-looking claws as he continued to glare at the screen. Though at first glance the half human, half hellcat man did not look like much, he had a reputation for ruthlessness and was Captain of one of the greatest combat ships every made.
In Raoul's humble opinion. "Captain Lady."
"Shut the fuck up, Raoul. You're supposed to be dead, and if you keep at it I will gladly make it a reality. Where the fuck have you been? That fucking gremlin is tearing the stars apart looking for Pyotr, thinks he almost has it figured out. Where are you? Shall we come get you?"
Raoul grinned. "Yeah, come get me, Cornelius. Coordinates are—" He blinked, realizing he didn't know. "Yevi, do you know the coordinates?"
"Yeah," Yevi said quietly. He quickly punched them in at the comm console as he settled into the seat.
"Coordinates received," Cornelius replied. "So what the fuck is going on, Raoul?"
"A lot," Raoul said grimly. "Can you reach the other ships? If I can explain everything at once, it'll save a hell of a lot of time."
Cornelius nodded, and started snapping off commands to his crew.
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Date: 2007-07-13 08:16 pm (UTC)