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Ghost Dog [Science Fiction][NOT COMPLETE]

Interview With The Monkeypire
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Keywords male 1109110, female 998902, human 99900, loli 43037, alien 21893, lolicon 8658, fighting 4593, sci-fi 4394, scifi 3755, slavery 2798, science fiction 1759, guns 1689, aliens 1328, galaxy 1266, abduction 596, outer space 216, ships 109, bruce springsteen 2, blinded by the light 1, manfred mann's earth band 1
Ghost Dog
                

        


       Chapter 1 - Silicone Sister

It wasn’t a subtle approach to the “get out of my face” line, but the method was clear enough. A tightly balled fist traveling somewhere between 30 and 60 miles an hour until it hits something in the way. Creating a force equal to being hit by a brick.. My fists are hard, my hands are rough. Skin is like sand paper from working in the mines so much. We’ve had to hall out 400 tons of ore this week alone, damned Seeds have us working like dogs... At least Dogs get a treat or a pat on the head every once and a while.. We get lashings and sleep deprivation.. But I digress.
I ducked to the left; there wasn’t much room to escape so I had to fight my way out. But three Klami against one human is pretty unfair. It’s hard enough to fight off one at a time. They’re not too bad though, about the height of a small bear, dark yellow skin riddled with cracks and fissures along the surface because of their shedding. Harlequin almost. Most likely a methane based life form.
They’re not the brightest of the workers, but they’re one of the strongest. It’s no wonder the Seeds value them over us apes. I don’t understand why we all just can’t get along.
“I told you, I didn’t want any trouble.” The biggest one seems to be alpha, like with wolves, you always go for the biggest one.
“Don’t care if want trouble. Don’t like your face.” Like his is any better. A huge bulbous nose hanging in front of a drooling mouth full of ugly orange teeth that are broken to razor like shards of bone. Four big, thick sausage fingers with stubby broken nails. A common ailment in their species is for poor mineral distribution. Frankly, I’m surprised they can speak Galactic Basic.
“Yeah well.. I don’t like yours either!” Luckily they’re stupid, and their eye sight isn’t so good in the light of the cantina. I was able to slip under a big punch and slide a shard of orihalcon into his ribs.. It went in almost effortlessly. Stronger than steel, lighter than cotton, if refined properly it makes excellent bladed weapons because it never loses an edge. I got mine sharpened with a mining laser, the edge is as thin as a molecule.
The big smelly lug went down, didn’t surprise me.. eight inches of metal passing into your heart will do that to any life form, big or small. And lucky for me, Klami hearts are large, easier to get to through the ribs..
“Anyone else want any?” I guzzled off my tankard, the other two Klami backed away slowly as I stepped over their alpha, I have to make a false charge or they’ll be back when they decide a new leader.
“No want trouble.” They raised their hands to protect their face. I smirked to myself.
“Thought so.” I walked past them, half tempted to body check one, but they smell worse than week old rotting eggs.
The smell is enough to make someone lose the fight. But you get used to it after 15 years in the mines. That’s how long I been down there, hauling ore for these bastards.. Working as their slave to get their newest flag ship done.
They call it the pride of the fleet, made entirely of Orihalcon, one of the rarest minerals in the universe. It must be costing them a fortune. And to think, 15 years ago I was sitting at home playing my Atari 2600 trying to jump over chasms. Now I’m shanking giant green monsters and digging for ore on a moon of a gas giant thousands of light years from Earth.
“Hey Koa, how’s it going?” A friendly face asks from behind me. Finally after 20 kips in the mines, which according to my Earth watch, is roughly 50 Earth hours.
“Ten, how are you?” I replied. A beautiful being from the planet Dantra Prime, it’s about 450 light years from Earth, orbiting a star called Betelgeuse, I’m told.
She gives me a hug, tiny little creature, skin like.. Well something soft that you find on Earth. I forget what it’s called. I had a teddy bear made of it.
“Jogu said that you had been given a double shift down in K-12” The lowest mine in the station... 50 miles below the surface in a maze of catacombs eaten out of the bed rock by the Shlee. Giant tunneling worms trained and domesticated by the Seeds. When you get past the chain saw circle of teeth on a free floating jaw bone and horrid smell, they’re like big orange five ton puppy dogs.
“Yeah... “I walked past her toward the corridor that led to my quarters. It was a tiny 8 by 10 foot hole in the wall with a bed and a little table and basic User Interface computer.
“So how was it? Did you have any problems?” Ten followed me into the quarters, I plopped down onto the bed; I was in no mood to walk another 150 yards down the hall to take a shower with a bunch of other life forms that I rattle my brain at guessing their gender.
“Yeah.” I repeated with a sigh, lying back on the hard cot, the itchy synthetic blankets, the rock hard white pillow... I very much wanted to go back to Earth and see my old bedroom again, my red race car bed, my toys, my old stuffed bear Lenny. Most of all, my Mother. I could hardly remember her face. Kind brown eyes, pure white skin and long brown hair… There was always a strange melodic tone in her voice and a bright glow behind her; Angelic, almost.
“So what happened? Did you kill anybody!?” Ten sat at the end of the bed, she was a tiny little frame in the background of cold white walls. Her skin was a light lavender color, almost like the heart of a hydrogen nebula. Long orange hair flowed down her back and onto her sides; ears laid back like a dog, the tips nearly touching her shoulders.
Since she was a tiny little Dantra. Ten wasn’t allowed to work in the mines; she’s a paper pusher. A desk jockey, someone that sits up on the main deck and types into a computer all day. Good for mind work, her body was barely half of mine. I think she measured at 2.3 chals last check up... And if memory serves correctly, that’s about four foot six. But she’s here of her own free will, she’s getting paid to work for the Seeds. Unlike myself, I’m a slave.
  “Yeah, I ghosted some Klami alpha in the cantina just a few minutes ago.” She has this wild obsession with death and killing things. Ten grabbed my belt knife; I was too tired to push her tiny four fingered hands away.
“Ooh...” She fondled the knife like it was made of Platinum.
Well, technically, it’s more expensive than platinum being made of orihalcon. But ori isn’t used for currency; it’s just a raw material. With out the proper mining and refining equipment, it’s completely useless. But, I suppose you could bash somebody with it. But the point remains valid.
“Did you stick him in the heart!?” She thumbed the blade carefully; I hadn’t even wiped off the gooey purple blood yet. The little Dantra was busy rolling it between her fingers.
“Yeap.” I sighed quietly, closing my eyes. How could someone so old be so immature?
“Well you gotta tell me about it!” It was like keeping a journal, everything that ever happens to me gets logged in her tiny little head. Sometimes I just push her away and sleep; other nights I talk my brains out about what I remember on Earth. Or what I did down in the mine.
“Not right now, Ten.” I gently pushed her side with my foot and she stood up. Like always, she stands there quietly watching me rest, sets my knife down on the table next to the bed, and watches a little more. Then finally, after a few minutes, she leaves the room with out saying a word.
I’d like to think that I don’t hurt her feelings, but I’m uncertain. Once, when I first met her, she tried to lay down with me. I said I wanted to sleep, but she kept rubbing her face against mine. So I pushed her away she disappeared for three days. I don’t think that her people take rejection very well.
I yawned quietly; it was time for me to get some sleep. After a double in K-12 your body feels like it’s been put through the grinder and spit back out onto a singularity. My body was aching all over, and I was thankful for one thing. The automatic sonic regeneration field that was in my room over my bed. Tired broken workers are useless when they have to move hundreds of pounds of ore every hour. My body looked like a champion Kelnix fighter; cut with muscle but laden with scars. The A.S.R didn’t get rid of wounds, just helped them heal and scar quicker.

I opened my eyes, it was morning already.. I don’t dream anymore, not since we’ve been taking the protein enhancement medication the Seeds gave us. It makes your body stronger, and you can work harder... But it messes with your mind and thought process. I don’t hardly ever day dream anymore, either.
“Man what time is it?” I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching, the basic user interface on the wall read 145:03.  The moons rotation was so slow that a day took 250 Earth hours and nearly 25 Earth years to make one rotation around its gas giant, which was being harvested for all the basic gas requirements, and hydrogen to fuel the ship and mining camps.
I grabbed my protein waffles and a cup of hydro off the tray that slid out of the wall and started down the corridor. Leaving the kelpian daisher fruit for Ten. Having found out that, human beings shouldn’t eat strange fruits. I spent a week in infirmary. I keep telling them not to give it to me, but they don’t care if I live or die. In the endlessness of the universe, and the countless species that lived there within. A single slave mattered as much as a single atom, and could be replaced just as easily.
Ten always comes by and grabs it in the morning, but I had to get back down to K-12 and help out my friend, his shift was ending in 45 minutes and mine was starting in five. If I wanted to make it there on time I had to motor.
Luckily I made it to check in before I was considered late; I didn’t need another 30 lashes to add onto my 24 hour shift today.
“Hey Flecks!” I called out, meeting up with the Kelpie.
“Hey Koa.” Flecks strained lifting a huge chunk of rock away; I helped him shove it into the carrier and grabbed a mounting laser.
“How was your shift?” Flecks cleared another large boulder away from the vein we were working on. His arms were twice the size of my legs. Flecks’ planet had over 150 times the gravity of this moon, so his body was moving things that I couldn’t even lift with a hydraulic jack.
“Good, Klami gave me some trouble.” Flecks replies, swinging his break axe at the vein of orihalcon. It whacked loudly ringing in my ears and echoing through the mine.
“That’s odd... They normally leave you alone.” Flecks stretched backward, his back cracking loudly. He was probably one of the strongest beings on the moon, a little taller than me, and four times as thick. Deep orange skin with arms as thick as threes, forearms and wrists covered in hard bone studs. He was a warrior from his planet, working in the mines for good pay. Not a slave like me... Free to leave when he wanted... That’s why I was so interested in talking to him.
“Yeah I guess they really got mad when you slagged one of their alphas.” Flecks tossed a huge piece of the ore into the second carry out. I set the laser up against the rock wall; three spider-esque legs pinned it down and drilled into the rock to hold it steady. The rotator laser cup started to spin faster and faster until finally producing the cutting laser that burned into the rock.
“Yeah... Hey did you hear anything about EM 41?” The machine shook a little, hitting a gas pocket in the rock; the hole was deep enough now.
“Planet Terra? Yeah. Nothing interesting. They’re building a big particle accelerator or something.” Flecks took a deep breath, relaxing his body a little, working this long wasn’t tiring on his body; it was being down in these dark caves that wore on his energy levels. His body was a giant solar battery, his skin soaked up all the power it needed from sitting out in the sun for a few hours. It had probably been three quarters of his shift since he went out to the solar farm on the surface.
“They’re getting pretty advanced in their technology.” I set the mounting laser aside and prepared a tube of explosives. Flecks had told me before that they were trying to master particle physics. It was going to be a long time before Humans could catch up with the Seeds. Their machines could bend space and time and move hundreds of thousands of light years as easily as I could take a step forward. They are The Forerunners of the Universe.
“Koatenkao Ramma. You are to report to the Head Commanders office immediately.” I heard the PA system kick in and I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t think I would regret taking out an alpha Klami, most of the time I get praise for it.
“Go take your lickings like a man… Boy...” Flecks laughed throwing his arms around and beating his chest like a gorilla. Something the kelpie did to show their dominance and strength. Beating a chest with arms like that sounded like the Thunder of the gas giant in this system. I laughed, starting to head up toward the main elevator... Trying to hide a sigh at the thought of that braided whip.
I passed the main guard; he looked up at me, having to turn his head, standing forward over his legs, a long tail keeping him balanced. On Earth he would resemble a dinosaur, but out here it’s as common as eyes to have digitigrade legs.
I’m a lot taller than he is because his body is longer than it is tall.
I’m probably stronger than he is physically as well. The way their body is built doesn’t allow them the abilities of a human in hand to hand combat. However, that doesn’t stop them from using their teeth and claws in a fight. But his legs are probably stronger than mine.
One hell of a runner, though; genetically evolved by the Seeds to have four fingered palm hands like me and the others so they could grip weapons and interact with things. Kind of strange looking, but it works for them, I suppose. They’re like miniature velociraptor.
“Get moving human.” He pushed me from behind with his plasma rifle, I stumbled a little but kept walking, not looking back. I hate how they use the word human as a racial slur. I’d love to stab him in the heart, but killing a guard was punishable by a felp in the hole. And that’s about a month Earth time.
And there aren’t any protein waffles or hydro drinks in the hole. Just a pit with chest deep water and other life forms all eyes on you.
You can’t sleep, only goop to eat, you have to use the bathroom in the dark murky smelly water. I went once when I slugged a guard for pushing me; I wanted to stab him but I didn’t feel like getting a beating that day. Which didn’t matter cause I got one anyways.
“Hey, Koa.” Ten? She was standing on top floor with her hands behind her back, looking up at me from behind little blue eyes. I shook my head a little, looking around for Brutus the guard chief and his thick braided whip.
“What are you doing here, Ten?” She embraced me with a hug, resting her head on my chest and squeezing tightly. Her little arms could barely manage to wrap around me.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” She looked up at me, ears perked a little, and those little blue eyes were so soft I had to smile. I was certainly glad to see her, but still a little confused.
“Of course I’m happy to see you. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here...” Before she could speak, a man walked up behind her, setting his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t see his face under a long black hood he was wearing, matching with long black robes and red trim with a red sash tied around his waist.
There was a strange symbol on his robe at the left shoulder. It was a long slash with two slashes through it, one bending up on the outside left, and the other bending down on the outside right.
I stopped trying to wrack my brain on the all thousands of languages that existed here in the mining camps, Seldaki was hard enough. The language of the Seeds is like Braille, little dots arranged neatly in rows of ten by ten, only their order indicate verbal sounds like ma, pa, me, see, et cetera, et cetera.
“Welcome, Koa. Everything will be explained in due time. “I looked around me, finding his two body guards who had snuck up behind me. They grabbed my wrists and buckled them in magnet cuffs, ones that Flecks couldn’t budge even with all his strength. Ten looked up at me with a sad soulful gaze in her eyes as I was walked away. I lowered my head, submissive from being broken by the Seeds. I wanted to fight, but I also wanted to live. For the first time in my 15 years here I actually wanted to be down in the mines at this moment.
“What’s going on?” I tried to look up under the hood but failed, he was wearing a black mask with no eye or mouth slits. Just a faceless puppet to me.
“We’re taking you to see Kojaku Rutto.” The man replied. His body guards had their hands on my shoulders; their grip was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It burned in my muscles and bones for them to touch me.
“Do not try and resist. “ The one on my left said.
“You will only damage yourself further.” The one of the right finished.
“I just want to know what’s going on.” I turned my head back, fighting the pain in my shoulders to see that Ten was no longer following me. She must have slipped away, or was not allowed to come along.
“All will be made clear soon.” The Puppets walked me down a few corridors toward the hanger bay. I wasn’t allowed in the hanger bay by myself, but I guess being escorted by a squad of weird faceless puppet creatures would get me in the door today.
The guard stepped aside, bowing down to the man in the black robe as we entered the hanger sweep. It was nearly 300 yards long and almost 150 yards wide. Lined up neatly in rows of five were runner ships to the left, and to the right, fighters. In between of them was an enormous black ship with the same symbol on its side.
I could see a lift platform coming from the back of the ship, two armed guards that resembled the guys holding me, and a hand full of Seed specialists. This Rutto guy must be important.
They brought me up toward the lift, undoing the magnetic cuffs holding my arms behind me. I stretched out, looking at the seeds standing with their plasma rifles. The men in black robes had no visible weapons.
“Alright, who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” I stretched my arms, looking up at the seeds. Their emotionless grey faces looking down at the floor with empty black eyes. The men in black robes stood away from the ramp, I knew that I was supposed to walk up it, but I had to think about this.
“Go in the ship.” The Left Puppet said.
“Rutto is waiting.” The Right Puppet finished.
I sighed, walking up the ramp to the inside of the ship.

The insides of the ship caught my eyes first, long thick tubes that were pulsating and throbbing. Flesh toned and wriggling as if they were alive. Slick and reflective as though they were wet.
The floor was hard but smooth, and felt almost like the tough shell of a mottling. It was dark, and the only lighting was small dim lights along the roof of the hallway. They glowed a weak blue as if bio luminescent.
“You must be Koa.” Heavy boot falls hitting the ground sent shivers down my spine. Turning around from inside the cock pit was a giant of a man.
Standing almost three feet taller than me, with shoulders twice as thick as Flecks’ body. His arms were the size of my stomach with hands that could palm my chest and five enormous fingers. He turned to me fully, dark yellow eyes where the only thing I could make out about his silhouette, other than the shape and detail of his utilitarian outfit.
I swallowed hard before speaking. “Yeah.” I tried not to be scared in his presence, but it was the largest sentient life form I had ever come across.
“I have heard many things of you, Koa.” Rutto pressed a button on the dash of the ship before taking another step toward me, his massive body had to turn to take the door way. Huge boots hitting the ground shook me where I was standing. And as he came into the light of the organic hallway, I could see his body was covered in armaments and weapons.
There was an enormous sword on his side, three different hand guns at his waist, chest, and side, a dagger on each calf near his boot, which were spiked on the toe.
“I don’t know what you might have heard about me.” Rutto laid his massive hand on my shoulder, his fourth finger nearly at my elbow, and thumb across the breadth of my chest. The weight of his hand was greater than that of a human child being cradled by it’s mother.
He looked down at me with dark yellow eyes and smiled. I could see his face better now, long grey dingy hair in locks strewn over his face. Some where held back behind his head, but others hung freely. His face was rectangular, with a thick broad jaw and wide flat nose. His eyes a deep yellow that looked fierce, but also wise beyond their years and a cold pale grey complexion. I recognized him immediately. But I thought Hyperborean’s were supposed to be a myth.
“I heard that you like to fight.” Rutto went into a back room to the left; I stepped forward, still almost feeling the weight of his hand on my shoulder. I looked inside of the cock pit. There was a normal sized chair in front of the control panel. I didn’t expect a giant to be a pilot, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.
“I fight to survive.” I walked into the little room this time, Rutto handed me a data slate. A flat rectangular computer about the size of a sheet of paper, it had a screen and a few little touch controls.
“Don’t we all.” He said quietly as I looked down at the data slate. It read as follows:

Paid to the order of one: Kojaku Rutto of Klendathu. One slave to be transferred upon receiving of the full credit amount of: 150,000 Zulus.
Name: Koatenkao Ramma
Race: Terranamian - “Human”
Age: 23
Height: 3.1 chals
Weight: 15 Shell
Origin of Slavery: EM 41 - “Terra”

The rest was illegible information about me from the Seeds. How long I worked, my average hall, how much I had eaten or drank. Even how many times I had gone to the bathroom. They kept records on everything.
“What does this mean? That you paid 150,000 Z for my head?” I looked up at Rutto; he had a smile on his face and said nothing else.
I had been bought from the Seeds and sold to a giant. 150,000 Zulus was enough money to buy a large house on a first class planet. That was more money than Flecks made in a cycle.
‘I bought your fighting abilities.” Rutto opened a compartment on the side of the wall, it opened up, and immediately I could smell food. Some kind of dark red meat was sizzling inside what appeared to be a conventional oven.
“My fighting abilities?” Rutto tore some meat away with a long metal knife, handing it to me, with the knife in tact.
“Aye. You’re going to be a replacement fighter for me, while my prize Aruha is in heal.” I was going to replace an Aruha? No other species in the galaxy can replace an Aruha. They’re prized over any other type of warrior race in the Kelnix Grand Prix.
They’re tall, strong, fast, ruthless, built for combat close and ranged. Their bodies evolved on a volcanic planet, so they’re resistant to plasma bursts, knives, and blunt impacts.
They're pretty much the perfect warrior types. The Aruha are hardly a sentient life form; but smart in the ways of fighting and learning their opponents moves and techniques.
Their eyes are formed from a viscous liquid that withstand bright light, and even magnify surrounding light, giving them enhanced night vision.
Razor claws of a strange organic carbon fiber that makes up their bone and mineral systems. The only way to really beat one in a fight is by being faster or stronger and having an unrelenting offense. Their only physical weakness is their lack of energy and their hyper metabolism. If you can out last one you might have a chance.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I didn’t refuse the meat, I’m sure he wouldn’t have offered it to me if it was incompatible with my human stomach.  I’ve eaten some pretty bad stuff on the camp, and a little red meat would be great for a change.
“Tell me, Koa. Do you know what your name means?” Rutto sliced another section of the meat, offering it to me. I took it happily, having finished the last section. It was thick, and juicy, almost watery and I could taste expensive spices and seasonings over it. It came apart in chewy strands that tasted similar to a bird I once ate.
“No. My name on Earth was Matthew. It meant Gift from God.” I took another large bite from the section of meat, so tender and amazing; I didn’t realize I was getting the juices dripping down my mouth and chin.
“It means Ghost Dog... In an old language, that doesn’t exist anymore.” I was handed a large metal cup when I finished the meat, full to the brim with some kind of frothy fruit drink. It was sweet and tart with a dark purple color and little remnants of skin and pulp left floating at the top.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I finished the drink, having the cup refilled. Rutto was most likely going to keep me well fed if I was going to be his prize fighter. He paid 150,000 Z for me, might as well chip in a good meal from time to time.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I was too busy enjoying the rare spiced meat and fresh fruit drink to care what he had to say. People say strange things like that all the time, anyways. The meat was so amazing I could hardly remember my own name; each bite was tender and juicy with a rich earthy flavor. It was a thousand times better than any protein waffles or strange poisonous fruits that I would have been given at the camp.
I could tell that this was going to be an interesting journey that I was going to take; I’d rather die in an arena with some honor than rot down in the mines hauling ore for the Seeds. If I was half as good as Rutto had claimed I was, I could at least make a name for myself and work up a bit of fame.
Fame was always good; if slaves were good enough in the Kelnix Grand Prix they were treated better than royalty. Kept in good shape, well fed, had a lot of strange but beautiful exotic alien females of their choosing. They could even occasionally buy their own freedom after retirement.
This was my one chance to go home. I had to train as hard I could push myself. I had to learn all the weapons and defense tactics of all the styles I could think of. I had to make this my one chance to get my name out there, to be famous and respected.
But deep down inside I knew that I would trade all the fame and women and money in the Universe to see my Mothers face again.

Chapter 2 - Manager Mister

The next morning was amazing. My bed was unbelievably soft and smooth, but stayed cool all night long. I slept like a baby in my little cabin on board the organic ship, which I later found out was called the Kadoka. It’s an organic life form grown by the Hyperborean’s that was air and water tight, and could be outfitted with all kinds of different technology. It seemed more efficient and environmentally friendly to grow your houses and ships, rather than tear them from the limited resources of your planet. I also found out that the Kadoka was female, and could breed with male Kadoka to make other ships. And that they even breed specific ones for better build, design, structural integrity, and even colors.
Breakfast was astounding. The puppets delivered me breakfast in bed the first morning on a huge metal plate. There was some large egg type thing that I had to crack open and eat, five long strips of meat that was thick and juicy, an entire loaf of some kind of bread, and a large tankard of the same fruit drink Rutto gave me last night. I never thought I would taste a meal that delicious again after coming to the camp; the last time I can remember eating something so good was on Earth. And I could barely remember that.
“How was your breakfast?” Rutto’s voice startled me as he slid into the door sideways into my quarters.
“It was amazing. Infinitely better than the food we had at the mining camp.” My reply sounded almost cheery. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy.
“Good, now that your belly is full I have a surprise for you.” Rutto moved aside to allow room in the door way for someone dressed in a long flowing robe. With a gentle hand, Rutto pulled away the hood to reveal long blonde hair covering a tiny round face with light blue skin and deep green eyes. Some strange alien female that I’ve never seen before.
“I don’t follow.” She was very beautiful, but when I looked down into her gorgeous green almond slit eyes, my mind flashed with images of Ten.
“Her name is Pa Yen Ra, and she’s a Farmod from Helion Seven. She’s your gift, Koa.” Rutto nudged the girl toward me. Pa walked forward and put her hands on my chest and shoulders, stepping up closer to me.
She wasn’t as small as Ten was, having stood up to at least my nose, whereas Ten barely made to my chest. She had large green eyes and thick pouty orange lips hidden behind light yellow lochs of hair; cooing placidly as she snuggled against me.
“You’re giving me a slave?” I turned my head up to Rutto, who laughed loudly from his stomach before exiting my room and shutting the door. I could still hear his belly laugh as he traveled down the hall.
I gazed down at the young girl I was holding in my arms, she smelled faintly of spiced vanilla. Her body was warm and smooth to the touch with carbon based skin.
“Do you speak basic?” I asked quietly, noticing that she had ears like mine, and once again my thoughts went to Ten. I could remember he long slanted ears that moved and twitched with her emotions.
“I do.” Pa replied quietly, she had a meek little voice that was hardly audible. I couldn’t help but notice her deep admiring gaze as she stared at me so attentively.
Pa was hardly dressed in anything and leaning against me so affectionately, whispering and cooing as I embraced her. I realize now why Rutto was laughing.
Pa Yen Ra was not a slave for me. She was not a slave for me at all.
“You’re very beautiful, but I’m not interested.” I stepped away from Pa and toward my effects laid out on the table.
“Master Rutto has paid for the entire day.” Pa approached me from behind as I inspected the table. There was a long black dagger that was serrated on the back and along the first inch of the blade, two plasma pistols, three thermal detonators, and my orihalcon blade. Which I suppose some time in the night, Rutto had taken upon himself to outfit with a new leather handle, replacing the old cloth one I wrapped around to protect my fingers.
“Then sit there and keep me company. Tell me about yourself, what was your home like?” I sat at the table, picking up the black bladed dagger. It was heavier than my orihalcon blade. The handle was some kind of plastic and had finger grips in it.
"Ah... Really?" Pa sat on the bed with her hands folded neatly in her lap. I understood now why Rutto had sent her to me.
"Yeah, I like hearing about new places. I never got to leave the mining camp, so I like listening to peoples stories." I was playing coy; I knew exactly why she was here. I wasn't interested in that kind of thing. At least, not with a stranger I hardly knew.
"Okay." Pa nodded politely, adjusting her seated position when I turned back toward to face her, her tiny bosom still heaving with excitement.
"Tell me about your home, or your child hood." Changing the subject was the only thing I could think about. For some reason each time I looked down at her I thought of Ten.
“I grew up in an Orphanage on Helion Seven in district thirteen. I was chosen by the Guild when I turned of legal age and I’ve been working for them for the past two cycles.” I rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out quietly. There were some Guild thugs poking around in the camp a few days before I got picked up by Rutto. They must have been scouts for him.
“It must be difficult in this line of work.” I turned to face Pa now. She was leaning back against my pillows with her foot up on the bed, a seductive position that almost caught my attention with a thin see-through nightgown being the only vestment she donned.
It had been a long time since I last enjoyed the pleasurable company of a female, a kipsie by the name of Taiga Danto. She was a sight to behold. But I digress.
“It’s better than the Orphanage…” Pa replied, an emotional sting in the word Orphanage, most likely a place of great childhood trauma. I felt no pity or remorse. My childhood was ten times worse than any mistreating someone could receive in an Orphanage.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I patted her on the head. Pa looked down at the ground, unknowing of what to do now that she had been rejected. She seemed almost disappointed.
“Do you want me to leave?” Pa looked up at me now, employment in a field where people want your attention, and never say no would seem like a good trade when weighted against a life time of childhood rejection. It must be painful for me to be bringing up that feeling.
“Yes.” Oh well, can’t save everyone. I turned back toward the table to go over my equipment. I heard the door open and shut again, but all I could do was shake my head as I inspected my plasma cartridges; they can be hell if they’re not balanced properly.
I had to make sure all my things were ready for a fight. Rutto would most likely enter me in the Arena as quickly as he could. Thankfully I knew a decent amount about fixing and using plasma pistols and bladed weapons. One of my secondary uses as a slave was warfare. If the Seeds base had ever been invaded by a neighboring super power, the slaves would be used as a basic infantry of defense.
My Door opened. "Koa, why did you send Pa away?" I figured Rutto would be upset, having paid Pa for the entire day. I was unsure if I would get a lashing from Rutto or not. I’ve only ever seen the Arena games once, and the slaves didn’t look beaten.
"I wasn't interested in sleeping with her. I hope you didn't pay too much for her services." I replaced the bolt charge on my plasma pistol and set it aside. Rutto was smart enough not to give me any ammo for it. I wouldn't have shot him, anyways. I can't pilot a star ship, and it's probably got a tracking beacon. Not to mention a plasma bolt wouldn't take down someone that big.
“I’m sorry…” Was all I said, arbitrarily going over my things.
"I can't have my prize fighter rejecting women. A man is at his best when he's known the warmth of a good woman. Make a selection and I will bring her to you." Rutto set his hand on my shoulder before leaving the room. I simply shut my eyes and sighed quietly. The only face I could picture at the moment was Ten’s.

“WELCOME TO THE INTERGALACTIC KELNIX GRAND PRIX!!” An Announcer was riling up the crowd when we arrived below the creature cages in the second floor of the area standing grounds.
I was surrounded by hundreds of different alien species of whom I had no idea what to call or how to even pronounce their names. To my left was a giant purple four armed creature with a curved horn sticking out of its face. He seemed to be sharpening his axes that were long enough to slice me in two.
To my right was a Kelnix Hopper, he was about my height and body build, but his muscles were bigger than mine. At least he was a bipedal humanoid I could have something in common with.
“Moof et hoomeng!” I was shoved into the wall by a giant four legged spider creature with massive upper arms and claw hands. I hope they didn’t expect me to fight that thing.
“Don’t let Bareka push you around. There’s a soft spot just below the abdomen between the front two legs.” The Kelnix was speaking to me, his voice sounded funny. But then again, speaking from behind two rows of teeth would distort anyone’s speaking abilities.
“I hope I don’t end up in the ring with that guy.” I heard laughter from the giant purple creature behind me.
“Bareka is a woman! Haha haha!” He chortled loudly while slapping his knees and the bench around him. The durasteel bench buckled and bowed under his massive blows.
“That’s Joben, and I’m Lima.” I walked over and sat down next to the Kelnix. He was reassembling a plasma bolt gun with a cleaning kit next to him on the ground.
“Koatenkao Ramma.” I spoke while looking around the under chambers. The walls were full of weapons of all shapes and sizes. There were long two-and-even-four handed, swords or axes, daggers of all shapes and sizes, shields and armor for your face and hands. And there was even a section of plasma rifles. One suit in particular that caught me eyes looked like it was built for a Kelnix or a human.
The suit was a shiny metal alloy with what appeared to be swirled grape vines decorated around it, all complimented with a horned full-faced helmet and a shield. The sword hung next to it was long with a straight blade that came to a wicked point.
I was told that we don’t receive ammunition until we’re in the arena pit, and that it’s against the rules to fight under the arena. Not because they don’t want us getting hurt, but because people are paying trillions of Zulus to watch us fight, and there are no free shows.
Lima gazed over at me after I had spoken my name. It was hard to determine the emotion on his face; his skin was made of small patch work scales like a lizard, so it didn’t move too much.
“That is an interesting name, Koa.” I turned to look at him when he called me Koa; it must be a short version of my name in that language. I’ve only ever noticed my close friends use it before. He gazed down at me from a few inches higher, most Kelnix average about six five to seven feet tall. As we humans top out at about six feet.
“Ghost Dog.” His thick reptilian lips cracked a smile as he finished reassembling his plasma bolt and cocking it loudly. There was a loud high pitched whine as the weapon began to power its photo cells.
“Limakuni Cho’nauten, report to the Arena floor.” Lima stood up and holstered his plasma pistol; I didn’t recognize the model, so it must have been a custom.
I had to take a few seconds to think before responding. He must have been able to understand what my name was; I’ve only heard Rutto ever actually use the basic translation.
“Don’t say good luck.” Joben shouted from a few feet away, setting his axes behind him and locking them into magnetic cuffs on his back so they were held in place. He picked up a massive plasma quad cannon that was easily as long as I was tall, and probably weighed twice as much as me.
“I’m so glad they reinstated weight classes in the Arena.” I sighed quietly. Some of these aliens would tear me to shreds with a single blow, or blast me apart with thundering plasma bursts. It was fortunate I was in the small weight class, and I wouldn’t have to fight too many non-humanoid creatures. However, just because they were around my size didn’t mean they were any less dangerous.
“Koatenkao Ramma, report to the Arena floor.” I heard my name, taken aback when I realized I would be fighting with Lima. Friendships were something that you could not make down here in the pit. If you refused to fight on the grounds of friendship you were put through the line fight. Which is basically all of the fighters in your weight class one after another with no rest until you win or die. And no one has ever won a line fight.
“We won’t be fighting each other.” Lima was in the elevator with me, he clutched a long curved sword of a white metal before whispering a prayer. I didn’t recognize the language he was speaking, so it wasn’t Kelnexian.
“What are we doing?” I asked just as I realized it on my own.
“We’re fighting a handicap match against a medium weight class fighter.” I was already in the middle of a long and dragged out sigh. A handicap match meant two or more fighters from a lower weight class took on one fighter from a larger weight class. The odds weren’t always helpful.
“Who are we fighting?” I watched the Arena floor come up in the elevator now, and hundreds of thousands of people on their feet screaming and roaring in the oval shaped coliseum mounted to a rogue asteroid orbiting the white dwarf of Kelnia, Home planet of the Kelnix and their Grand Prix. Kelnia was a gorgeous blue and green planet of water and forests, much like Earth but three times its size.
“Don’t know.” Lima replied as we stepped out onto the platform. I looked up at a six foot thick plasma force field that kept our fighting in, and the fans booing and roaring out. Sometimes an assassin would try to take a pop shop at a fighter they didn’t like. Or one of our plasma bolts would skip and go toward the audience. This was a calculated risk for the longest time.
It wasn’t until the Grand Mar Himself was hit in the face with a plasma bolt that the energy shield was put into place to protect people. Although, some people think that the warrior fired it at him on purpose, but it’s just speculation.
“Don’t be scared. If you die it will be with honor. I will make sure you have a good burial.” Lima held fast to his sword, starting to walk cautiously toward the arena floor. The fighting pit was at least a hundred yards long and nearly seventy five yards wide shaped in a long stretched out oval. There were hundred foot high walls with massive spikes all of the way around to prevent anything from trying to climb out.
But they were almost useless now that the energy shield was in place, and if you did manage to some how get high enough to get the guards attention, the walls were electrified or had spinning blade turrets that would open and cut you to ribbons.
The floor was even worse. They had plasma turrets that could be activated by stepping on key points in the ring. Once activated, they would constantly target the other fighter until he was destroyed or they were destroyed or deactivated.
There were also offensive and defensive stations that would come out of the ground; bunkers that you could hide in during battles with more than ten warriors in squads like a war.
Or massive kiosks that would pop up randomly and be loaded with weapons, armor, ammunition, or even stimulants that could turn a small cuddly creature into a ferocious warrior. Though the side effect of stimulants aren’t worth the short gain; but then again if it saves your life it becomes a calculated risk.
“Keep your eyes on the ground; it will come out of one of the platforms.” Lima guided me to the center of the arena ground. It was easier to fight in the middle where you could jump and move around.
I wasn’t scared, my hands weren’t shaking, and I wasn’t nervous or had any feelings of guilt or remorse. I only wanted to get the jump on whatever was coming out of the floor before it had a chance to surprise attack us.
“Over there!” I shouted as the floor began to part open and we saw the start of what seemed to be a massive brown head covered in tiny spikes, wielding two huge crab-like claws and a long prehensile tail with a thick curved hook at the end.
“Damn it!” Lima called out, removing a plasma rifle from his back and cocking it loudly.
“What is that thing?” We stared down at what was easily a weight class four alien scorpion. I had no idea what to call it, or if it was sentient. I didn’t care, it was coming this way.
“It’s a drednaux! They’re not supposed to send something like this after us!”
“What the hell do we do?” I shouted. But Lima did not hear me.
Lima opened fire immediately. His plasma rifle kicked back and forth as he unloaded a half a dozen shots at a time of white hot hydrogen plasma at the drednaux.
“Where do I attack it?!” I shouted out furiously as I jumped and landed into a roll to avoid being snipped in half by massive claws that could easily cut through my hand or wrists.
“Anywhere!” Lima jumped out of the way of the stinger at the end of his tail, blasting it full of plasma when it got stuck only a moment in the ground.
I came around back of the creature, the only weapon I had ready was my orihalcon dagger, not expecting something I couldn’t easily stab repeatedly, but I guess that’s a lesson learned.
Before I could attack its tail the drednaux turned into a spin, faster than I had anticipated it would; connecting with my abdomen, I was sent reeling backwards by a huge claw and arm.
“It doesn’t hit so hard…” I struggled to move, the pain in my stomach wasn’t unbearable, but the wind had been knocked out of me.
“Get up, Koa!” I could hear Limas plasma rifle going off somewhere in the back ground, but it was quickly being drowned out by the thumping sensation in my ears. The movements of the drednaux became slow and my breathing seemed like it took longer than normal.
Using the metronome of my heart, I rolled away from a stinger that was stuck in the ground, slicing at a giant claw that came down toward me and cutting off the top part of the pincer.
I didn’t realize what I was doing, everything was happening in slow motion and even though I could see my actions I could not comprehend them.
The drednaux lay down, twitching a few times as I stood over it, pulling my orihalcon dagger form its central nervous system just under the throat and mandibles. Some how I had managed to slice its claw, which caused it to jump back, giving me an opening to strike. But I couldn’t figure out how I did it.
I shook my head a few times, my hearing came back, and I could hear Limas plasma bolts going off in front of me on the drednaux’s face. I took a moment, dumbfounded to look around the area, wondering what had just happened.
When I finally remembered where I was, and what I was doing, I was standing on top of the drednaux with my dagger coated in a black tar substance gazing around the arena at the people who were screaming my name at the top of their lungs.
The last thing I heard before the elevator doors closed behind me was Ghost Dog.

“That was amazing!” Lima had shouted as we reached the arena pit, but my mind was still in a deep, deep fog. I couldn’t believe what had happened up there. I should be mince meat right now.
“What?” I asked Lima, with a dumbfounded expression stretched across my face.
“What just happened?” I looked around the lower levels, each of the fighters were standing and watching me. Joben looked down at me from his ten foot stature, a look of admiration sat low on his chin in the form of a crooked smile.
“You do well. Hahaha. You do well.” He cracked me on the shoulder with his hand, a gesture of respect, but it shook me off balance and I almost fell.
I just tried to laugh and walked past him toward the personal quarters at the back of the grounds, being interrupted by at least a dozen fighters who wanted to congratulate me on the way.
“What’s wrong, boy?” Rutto stood at the entrance to my quarters; his arms were crossed over his chest in an x. He could tell by looking at me that something was the matter.
“I feel strange. Shaky.” I looked down at my hands, they were shaking uncontrollably and the tightening feeling in my stomach was getting worse.
“Perhaps you should lay down a bit. The first kill in the arena is always rough. But once you get used to it, there’s no better feeling in the world.” Rutto laughed quietly at the end of his sentence.
“You used to fight?” I asked.
“I did.” Rutto replied, uncrossing his arms.
“I was one of the greatest Arena Champions anyone has ever seen. I made it all of the way to the Champion of the Gold in the large weight class. And I held the title for nearly ten cycles.” I could hear the pride in Rutto’s voice. A deep resounding pride that came from experience and wisdom gained in a long and advantageous life, the kind of pride that only a free man could enjoy.
I took the longest breath of my life while entering my personal quarters, letting it out in the form of a sigh as I came down on the comfortable double sized bed, hoping that I would get a good of a rest as I receive on Rutto’s space ship.

I opened my eyes a few hours later, it was dark in my room and the walls were filled with shadows of the sandy colored desk and table ensemble that furnished my quarters. The star of this system must have set beyond the reach of my window because all I could see from the long rectangle viewing pane was endless stars and constellations that I didn’t recognize, and the gorgeous orange glow of the Kelnia star just beyond the lowest corner of my window.
I could tell that I was alone; enough visible light was let into the room from the four three foot long lights that rested just before the ceiling mounted on the walls. They showed the muted tan colors of the floor and furniture, turning them darker beige.
Along the steel plated walls where hooks and ornaments designed to carry weapons of every shape and size. Not just hand weapons like swords and axes, but blasters as well. There was even a brightly colored type of plant in the corner for decoration.
To the far end of the room I saw the entrance to a personal lavatory. I had not gone in to inspect it, but from what I could see through the open door there was a bipedal designed toilet and shower combo packed into a small but organized space.
I wasn’t on the mining camp, and for a moment, I felt a tinge of fear creep up along the back of my neck. There was nothing but a cold eerie stillness in the room that was discomforting.
The door chime interrupted the silence before I could sit up and remember that I was in the arena quarters, once again having not experienced a single dream.
“Enter.” I called out, and the room illuminated from the flooding white light outside. Standing in the door way was the silhouette of a small man with a large rounded head carrying what appeared to be a suite case.
“Good evening Koa. I am Doctor Elbert. May I come in?” He asked inquisitively, something about his accent reminded me of Earth.
“Yes. But I don’t need a doctor.” I was sitting up now; there was a stiffness in my neck that I tried to pry out by tugging at it while rotating my head.
“Yes, well that’s wonderful news. But I’ve been sent by your handler, you see. He claims that you’re not feeling well and I’d like to take a few tests, if that’s alright.” Elbert came closer to the bed, my room illuminated with bright revealing light and I winced away from it at first.
I could see Doctor Elbert plainly now, and could see that he was wearing the traditional white garb of a medial personnel. He had long wavy gray hair highlighted with streaks of brown and gold. His eyes were set deep into his skull, turned inward toward the nose, and his skin was a pale blue with darker blue spots accenting his cheeks and neck that went down into his uniform. He had no visible ears.
“Hold out your hand, please.” He called out, raising his own three fingered hand to receive mine. I cringed at the thought of his neatly trimmed, though sharp looking claws latching onto my hand, but I complied.
With nothing more than touching my hand, he raised a small black electronic device and began to speak into it.
“Pulse rate, seventy two beats per minute, temperature, ninety eight point six degrees Terranamian. No visible or perceptible damage, but a light chemical imbalance in the lower abdomen. Taking a sample now.” Elbert called out.
“Ouch! Damn it! What’s wrong with you?” I cried, pulling my hand away. I had no idea where he produced a needle from, but he’d taken a few drops of my blood before I could even realize it.
“I gave fair warning.” Elbert dripped the blood into a test slate in his brief case.
I didn’t even see him open it, let alone start pulling out tools. He must have been distracting me with his measurements.
“Hmm. There’s a strange chemical in your blood that I’ve never encountered before.” Elbert commented. “It seems to be originating from two glands just above your stomach.”
“Is it bad?” I asked quietly. I had no more knowledge of my inner workers than he did. And humans were rare in this part of the Galaxy, so I suspect that Doctor Elbert didn’t have much medical expertise on us.
“Well, no. It would appear that it’s a natural part of your system.” Elbert thumbed his mouth a bit, raking his claws down his chin with an uneasy scratching sound.
“A natural part that’s making me sick?” I asked.
“No. It seems to be a simple group of monoamines. But this chemical grouping would be poisonous to any other life form here.” The continuing rubbing of claw against chin made my skin crawl. It was akin to the sound of nails on a black board.
“But it’s not poisonous to me?” Doctor Elbert never took his eyes away from his screens, even through all my inane questions.
“C Nine…“ He counted. “H thirteen… And N.O three. How interesting.” Elbert made a curious little pondering sound that reminded me of the noise Ten makes when she’s discovered something illusive about me. It was a high pitched whine that dragged on as if he had stumbled onto something unbelievable.
“This chemical seems to be working with your body to its advantage.” Elbert turned from his screen to look up at me now. He raised his finger in a matter-of-factly fashion before speaking again.
“This chemical is a hormone and a neurotransmitter. It increases heart rate, constricts blood vessels, dilates air passages and participates in the fight-or-flight response of the sympathetic nervous system. And your species appears to be the only one that I know of that manufactures it naturally.” Elbert went back to stroking his chin.
“So what does it all mean, Doc? Is it killing me?” I asked blatantly. To me, he wasn’t even speaking Galactic basic.
“No you simple minded boy. It’s an overdrive juice that makes you stronger, faster, and more aware of your surroundings so you can either get away without dying, or fight off potential threats!” He shouted at me, apparently offended that I wasn’t as intelligent as he was.
“Epinephrine.” I heard Rutto’s voice from the door way. He had to duck down to get into my room. “Also known as Adrenaline.”  Rutto said.
Being unable to stand up in my room comfortably, Rutto took to sitting on the floor, one of his knees raised so he could lean on it being taller than the Doctor himself.
“What are you talking about? How do you know about this?” The Doctor asked him, turning about to shout from his tiny little blue mouth.
“Because my body produces it, too.” A wide grin stretched across his face told me that he suspected this the whole time.
“You knew this whole time?” I asked.
“No. Not the whole time. But I had my suspicions. Humans are similar to Hyperborean’s in almost every way but our size difference. We’re even genetically compatible. So I just assumed you could.”
“And if I couldn’t?” I sounded stoic.
“You would have died on the arena floor.” He sounded pleased.
“Well! The both of you should never keep these kinds of secrets from your doctor. I have to know every detail of your chemical makeup in order to fix you better.” The Doctor began to put his things away. He had a large hypo needle in one hand while putting away all his screens with the other.
“I had no idea, myself. Or I would have told you.” I spouted. I avoided looking Rutto in the face. I didn’t want to seem rude or offensive towards him. Even though I had a new degree of freedom, I wasn’t willing to test how far it went with him.
All I could hear from the massive chest of the giant next to my bed was a laugh that started in his stomach, and poured out of his mouth like a booming speaker.
“Do not sound so forlorn. I had faith in your abilities.” Rutto laughed out.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a small measure of pride with a hint of happiness.  Perhaps this was a good thing. After all, the Doctor said it would help me in my fight-or-flight response.  
The only reason I was upset is that it took me by surprise. And after fifteen years of working the same dull and boring routine, I didn’t care very much for surprises.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound rude.” I turned back towards Rutto just in time to get stuck in my neck with the hypo needle.
“AH! What the hell?” I shouted out, swatted away the Doctor’s grabby clawed hand.
“I was taking a sample, boy! A sample!” He retorted at me, looking over the little vile now almost completely filled with my blood. I was starting to dislike this little alien.
“Well. Warn me next time, damn it.” I rubbed my neck; the hypo needles claimed that they were painless, but I felt them each time I got stuck with one.
“My apologizes. I’ll need some more cultures.” He said, lifting his hand with a new empty vile in the hypo needle ready to suck more of my blood out. I nodded.
The good Doctor managed to take a little more of my blood for samples. And after being threatened when he tried to take Rutto’s blood, left the room quietly and without complaint.
“You haven’t picked a female, yet.” Rutto coughed on his way out the door. I don’t know why he was being so insistent.
“I have one in mind.” I whispered almost inaudibly. I didn’t want Rutto to hear me.
“Say. And I will bring her here.” The resounded command of his voice made it clear I had little choice in the matter.
“Tendakina Ekaad… Of Dantra Prime, Sector Seventeen D.” I shut my eyes, folding my hands over my lap and slumping into my bed.


Chapter 3 – Somethin Strong


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by MakoRuu
Sadie
Last in pool
This is a story I started writing fucking... Eight years ago? Actually it's probably ten.

I've never been able to actually sit down and finish it.

It's about a boy who is kidnapped from Earth and sent to be a slave in a mining facility on the other side of the Galaxy. It's got some interesting turns and twists, I think you might like it.

If enough people nag me I might even finish it.


Also; it has nothing to do with that fucking awesome Forest Witaker movie of the same name. I started writing this before I even knew about that movie until someone pointed it out to me.

Also; it has nothing to do with furries.

Also; it's not pornographic.

Keywords
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Published: 6 years, 12 months ago
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sonicrainboom
6 years, 11 months ago
I'd keep reading it if you wrote more.
MakoRuu
6 years, 11 months ago
Awesome! ;D

Did you enjoy it?
sonicrainboom
6 years, 11 months ago
Yea,  I might have to reread some bits if you write more of it...I tend to skim if the story is incomplete.
MakoRuu
6 years, 11 months ago
No worries.

It would take me months to complete it. It's meant to be a 20 chapter novel.
sonicrainboom
6 years, 11 months ago
great googly moogly!
Snowfirechakat
6 years, 11 months ago
this story looks really cool
MakoRuu
6 years, 11 months ago
Thank you!

Did you read it all? X3
FeatheredFox
6 years, 11 months ago
My god this story is amazing. You have a very strong writing style that really draws the reader in. Thank you for sharing this with the community. I look forward to reading more if you decide to continue it.
MakoRuu
6 years, 11 months ago
Thank you for such high praise. I didn't think it was all that good, really. @__@

I hope that one day I can finish it and get it published.
sonicrainboom
6 years, 4 months ago
Checking back to see if it had been updated.
MakoRuu
6 years, 4 months ago
It has not been. ._.
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