Project Faith

The far west end of the Rajani was the most dangerous section of the port. The greyish metal walls covered with large dripping blood stains and other biological fluids. The section favored the original outdated design of the port. This section was unofficially controlled by the Khariton, a ruthless mercenary group that operated in the outer rim of Association’s space. Because of this, they flew under the radar for years. Like Ufu reported to Lydia, they were an equal opportunity organization when it came to employing males. Females were another issue. Very few females ever wandered on this section of the station, unless they were dancers, servants or objects of sexual desire. Human and shavili’s female made up most of the sex slave, but there were a fair number of female drilli. The females drilli were less hairy than their male counterparts. They had shorter snorts, which gave them a more apish appearance than baboons. Their torsos were much like a human female, but thicker and broader. Few humans, found them to be attractive and tempting, due to their high sex drive. Some human males died, trying to satisfy a female drilli, usually from heart attacks or just being mauled during thrust of passion. It was a challenge that very few humans were willing to try, but there were still comers. The male shavili loved working for Popovo. It gave them a chance to take out their frustration on shavili’s females for their second class citizen status. There were no female nessians in this section of the port. They were too smart to get caught up in these issues. Besides, the male nessians were properly equipped to handle human, shavili and drill’s females.

Lydia put her hair back into a pony-tail and changed into her ballistic outfit. It covered her from neck to boots, there was no need to tease the natives with her flowing red hair, her shapely legs, and bare arms and shoulders. It would provide protection from small firearms, which would be unnecessary because guns weren’t allowed on the port, but it also protected the wearer from blunt attacks.

Faith didn’t see a need to change her outfit, but she pulled her hair back to a pony-tail. She felt she was more than capable then protecting herself. The outfit would draw more attention to her, but she didn’t care. ‘Let them try,’ she said to herself, ‘no human, drilli, shavili or nessians would penetrate me in any way.’

The two boarded a high-velocity shuttle to the far west end of Rajani. Very few drivers would venture to that section of the port, which the residents called Nixlap, which was the nessian’s word for Hell. The driver, who was human, warned the two beauties the dangers of the place. His concerns fell on deaf ears, besides they knew the dangers. The driver dropped them off at the edge of Nixlap.

“I don’t know why you wanted to come here,” said the driver, “but good luck.”

“Don’t worry about us,” said Lydia with a big smile on her face. “We’ll be back.” The driver drove off leaving them behind.

Once the two entered Nixlap, all eyes were on them. The females were shocked to see two attractive human females walking tall, proud and dressed. All the women in this section wore very little clothing if any at all. The males were shocked as well. They weren’t used to seeing females walking free and not serving men in every sense of the word. A human male quickly approached Lydia. He was wearing the Khariton’s uniform, which consisted of black and white loose fitting pants and long sleeve shirt with a large skull and crossbones insignia on its chest. Before he could act, she landed hard strike to his larynx, dropping him down to the ground. Some of the females, especially the human ones, smiled and even winked at the pair. Two more human males in similar uniforms came towards them.

“I’ll handle the one of the left,” said Faith. He swung at her and missed. She didn’t have to duck or anything. She laughed at the man sorry attempt and landed a roundhouse kick to the bridge of his nose, killing him.

Lydia’s combatant was better trained. He threw a right hook, which she countered by catching his arm at the wrist. She returned the favor by launching her elbow into the center of his face. The blow dazed him. She kicked him in the mid-section and his body instinctively bent over. Then she landed a vicious blow with her knee to his face, knocking him out. Faith could easily kill both of them with little or no effort, but she wanted to see if Lydia could handle herself.

“Impressive,” said Faith with a little twinkle in her eyes.

“I can’t talk my way out of everything,” replied Lydia. “Sometimes, one must use blind merciless force.”

The bantering between the two was more friendly than professional. Faith liked it. By the smile on Lydia’s face, it appeared that she liked it as well. Two more human approached them.

“After this,” Lydia said to Faith, “do you want to get something to eat? There has to be a place that sale drilli’s food.”

“Sure,” Faith replied. “But let me finish these two first.” She flipped in the air and land her hands one of the men shoulders and snapped his neck. She kicked the other one in the throat, killing him. She held back, a lot. She wasn’t going to show them her full potential. A nessian walked in their direction. He must be one of the five that worked for Popovo, because he was wearing a similar uniform. He got Lydia and Faith attention. Nessians were stronger than human and just as quick. Lydia could have a problem in handling a nessian in hand to hand combat, so she stayed back. Faith, on the other hand, was stronger and faster and could handle him. The nessian held his arms high over his head.

“I am not going to hurt you,” said the nessian in their typical deep monotone voice. “I would like to know why are you here?”

“We need to talk to Popovo,” answered Lydia.

“I am afraid that cannot happen,” explained the nessian. “He is a very busy man. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Faith’s fists tightened, getting ready to attack. Lydia was about to let Faith kill the nessian right where he stood. Then a loud male voice came over the intercom.

“Let them through,” it said. “I’ll talk to them. Everybody stand down. Grant them safe passage. Besides, I think they are tired of killing you.”

The nessian looked at the two women. “I will take you to see Popovo,” he said. “Follow me.” The nessian led the two through Khariton’s territory. It wasn’t a pleasant journey. There were women of all species, engaging in sexual activities with their male masters. Some of the women looked beaten, broken and defeated, but there were a few, very few that looked happy. Maybe their masters were nice to them, maybe they were crushed by the abuse and just snapped. Maybe it was the only way they could cope.

The nessian lead Faith and Lydia to a large metal door with a security code panel on the right side. He entered the code and the door opened to an oval throne-like room. The walls covered with marble tiles and the floors were also done in marble. This room had a cleaner and modern look to it, unlike any other parts of the west end. The sounds of their boots echoed through the room. There was a large muscle bond human, acting like a bodyguard, standing next to two throne-like chairs made out of platinum with satin red cushions. In the chair on the right was a well-dressed nessian. He leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed and his hands interlocked under his chin. He nodded to acknowledge their presence. In the other chair was a shirtless human. He didn’t acknowledge them. He was focusing on the beautiful naked shavili that was on her knees performing oral sex on him. His hands rubbed firmly on the shavili’s head as she continued to serve him. He wasn’t going to talk or even look at Lydia and Faith until he was done. He let out a loud moan as he ejaculated into the poor woman mouth. The shavili coughed and spat it out onto the floor, wiped her mouth with her hand and forearm.

“You fucking asshole!” the shavili yelled as she stormed out towards the doors. Her bare feet slapped against the marble with each step as she left the room.

“I guess she didn’t expect me to cum like a fucking drillus,” he laughed.

“You are disgusting, Popovo,” said Lydia.

Popovo’s smile quickly went to a frown. “Who the fuck are you?” The tall and very fit man stood up from his chair. His member, still semi-hard after the exchange, continued to drip semen on the floor in front of his chair. He adjusted himself and fastened his pants and ran his hands through his dark brown shoulder length hair.

“My name is Lydia and this is Faith.” She pointed to her friend. “We would like to negate a deal for your star chart and your translator.”

“I will counter your offer,” he replied. He looked at the large muscle bound man. “Bruno, fuck Faith and let Lydia watch and then kill them both.”

“Sure,” said Bruno. “Stay still little girl. It won’t hurt, much.”

“Break the third cervical vertebrae,” said Faith. “Death is immediate.”

“What?” Bruno said. He didn’t understand the statement.

Faith ran toward him. She jumped and somersaulted and landing knees first on his shoulders. With a strong and quick twist, she broke his neck. She flipped off of him and landed on her feet. “Was it good for you as it was for me,” she said with a smirked.

“Okay,” said Popovo. “You have my attention.” He sat back down in his chair. He looked at the nessian that brought them here and waved him to leave.

“It is good to see you are a man that can be reason with,” said Lydia.

“Why do you need the star chart and translator?” the nessian asked Lydia.

“We need to do some business with the bradist,” she replied.

“Dealing with the bradist has been good to my organization,” Popovo added. “Why would I screw that relationship?”

“I will pay,” said Lydia, “a lot!”

“I don’t care about your credits, Red,” said Popovo.

“How about a wager?” asked Lydia. Ufu informed her that Popovo loved to gamble and take a risk.

He leaned back in his chair stoking his chin. “What type of wager?”

“I thinking of something entertaining,” said Lydia, “like a fight. I know you must have an arena for something like this.”

“I like the way you think, Red,” said Popovo.

“My fighter,” Lydia’s head slightly pointed to Faith, “against a fighter of your choice.”

The nessian whispered into Popovo’s ear. “It could be entertaining,” he said, “and quite profitable. It could be ‘win-win.’”

“What is the wager?” Popovo asked.

“If my champion win,” explained Lydia, “I get the star chart, translator and safe passage out.”

“And if my champion win?” Popovo asked.

“Name it,” said Lydia.

Popovo laughed. “You will be at my side and you will never leave. You will serve me in every disgusting way.”

With some hesitation, Lydia responded, “Deal.”

He looked at the nessian. “Take Red and Faith to the arena,” he ordered. “Let them have some time to prepare. After the fight start, you,” looking at Lydia, “will be at my side. Get used to it.”

Lydia remained calm and didn’t let Popovo get under her skin. Besides, this was all part of the plan.

The small circular arena held about a hundred people. The members of the three major species of this section: human, shavili and drilli, packed the arena. The females sat in a separate section of the arena, which the locals called ‘The Pit.’ There were about fifteen of them. They only had one purpose: to serve the male patrons in every way. Faith and Lydia were disgusted by the behavior of the males. They wanted to react, but they couldn’t, not now. It wasn’t part of the plan.

Faith was outside the octagon ring shape rind, warming up. It was ten meters in diameter and three meters high walls that were made out of some kind of transparent metal, so the audience could get a clear view. The wall also had a current running through them. Not enough to cause damage to the fighters, but just enough to get their attention. Faith knew there was a good chance that she would not face a human or a shavili. She was thinking a drillus. Lydia was expecting the same. They weren’t worried. Faith could handle most drillus in hand to hand combat.

“Ready?” Lydia asked Faith.

“I handle any monkey he gives me,” answered Faith.

A door slid opened from the other side of the arena. The crowds cheered as Faith’s opponent entered. They both stared at him, it wasn’t just a drillus, it was a Prime. He was slightly bigger than the one the Faith faced on Liber. He was wearing nothing but shorts and a big toothy smile. He licked his lips, once he noticed who his challenger was.

A look of shock came across Faith’s face. “I live with the drilli for fifteen years and never met a Prime,” she explained. “I’ve been with you less than two months and seen two. Now, I see how he keeps the drilli in order.” Faith started to climb up the steps into the ring.

Lydia grabbed Faith’s arm. “Don’t fight him,” she cried. “Let’s just go.”

“This was part of the plan,” said Faith. “We know it might come to this.”

“I thought you will be fighting some badass drillus,” said Lydia. “Not a fucking Prime.”

“I fought one before,” said Faith, “and won.”

“When you fought the one on Liber,” said Lydia, “you were wearing body armor and you still almost die. You are pretty much wearing a ballistic bikini. That thing can kill you. I can’t let that happen.”

“Because of the mission?” asked Faith.

“Because of you,” Lydia yelled out. “I don’t want to see you die.”

Faith stepped down from the steps and looked into Lydia’s eyes. “I’m not going to die,” she said. “It’s not part of the plan.” She took hold of Lydia’s hands. “We have to follow through.”

Lydia let out a sigh. “You better win. I can’t spend the rest of my life serving that asshole.” She leaned in and the two kissed. Faith got a slight tingling in her body, so did Lydia. The doctor moved her hands slowly up Faith’s arms feeling the warrior tone lean muscles. When the embrace stopped, Faith looked at the redhead.

“Is this part of the plan?” Faith asked.

“No,” Lydia answered, “or you dying. Good luck. Remember, use the wall.” She made her way to her set, next to Popovo and his nessian lackey.

Faith walked up to the steps and opened the door to the ring. The floor of the ring wasn’t padded. It was hard, like concrete. There were some chips and cracks in the floor from years of fighting and neglect. Faith focused and remembered her training, blocked everything out.

The Prime walked in on the opposite side of the ring. “I will kill you quick and fast,” he growled.

“<You can’t speak in your native tongue, monkey,>” Faith smirked. “<Are you a pet or a drillus?>”

“Fucking soft skin!” He charged at her, exactly what Faith wanted him to do. She had two options, dodge the attack or counter. She decided to counter with a powerful high kick to a bottom of his snout. The blow rocked the giant. He stumbled back a meter or so. He didn’t expect such power from a human of her size. She landed two roundhouse kicks and quick order. Knocking him back several more meters. She performed a flying front mule kick. It knocked him back into the wall, delivering a strong shock. She ran up to him and delivered several punches. He was bouncing on and off the wall receiving shock every time. He had trouble defending himself. The repeating shocks paralyzed his arms. Faith stomped on one of his bare feet with both of her boots. His toes crack, he let out a loud deafening scream.

“What the hell is he doing?” yelled Popovo. “He is letting that little bitch kick his ass.”

Lydia wasn’t surprised. She knew something was up, but she wasn’t going to let Popovo know that.

With a couple of his toes broken and his arms demobilized, he didn’t stand a chance. Faith landed punch after punch and kick after kick. She was chopping him down. The crowd booed, but the Pit cheered for Faith. They were all victims of the Prime’s lust, it was a little payback. faith jumped on his back of his neck, a risking move, put her hands in both eyes and slowly ripped them out. Blood came out of the sockets and he fell to his knees. She got him in a chokehold. She was surprised how quickly she defeated him.

“You are a joke,” Faith whispered in his ear. “I fought humans with more heart. You are not drilli. I’m more drilli than you.” With his arm limped, he could not break out of Faith’s hold. “Yield or I will break your neck right now.”

“I yield,” he whispered.

“I didn’t kick your ass to hear you whisper,” Faith yelled. “I want to hear you scream!”

“I yield!” he shouted.

Faith had a sinister grin on her face like she got away with a huge secret. “Pathetic,” she whispered in his ear. With a strong twist, she broke the Prime’s neck. The crowd went crazy. Popovo was in disbelieve.

“This is bullshit,” yelled Popovo. “No fucking way that little bitch beat my champion. She fucking cheated.” He looked at Lydia. “I should fucking kill you both.”

“A deal is a deal,” smirked Lydia. “You can’t prove anything. My girlfriend kicked your bitches’ ass. I need you to pay up.”

“Fine,” said Popovo. He looked at the nessian. “Give her the datapad and the translator. I need a release.” He pointed to one of the shavili’s female in the Pit and waved her over.

The nessian handed over a case with the translator and datapad to Lydia. “Everything should be in order.”

“Thank you,” Lydia said to nessian. She turned her attention to Popovo. “You are disgusting human,” she said. “Hope I will never see you again.”

“The feeling is mutual,” said Popovo. “Now, I have to reestablish control.” The shavili came up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Good.” He undid his pants and took out his penis. “Take care of it, you purple bitch.”

The shavili looked at it and laughed. “I do not think so, little one.” The shavili smiled and delivered a fatal shock.

The fight with the Prime shouldn’t have been so easy for Faith, but she had help from her purple friend. Ezi was a scientist and one of her field of disciplines was bioelectricity. She knew the effects of currents on the body, including paralysis. Having the current high enough to knock out or kill the Prime would have been too obvious. So, she set the current high enough to demobilize his upper limbs. All Faith had to do was to push the Prime back first into the wall, which she did effectively. Getting Ezi in Khariton’s territory was easy since she was a gorgeous shavili wearing a sexy form-fitting outfit. It wasn’t hard getting her behind the scenes to sabotage the ring. If she couldn’t charm her way past the guards, she would shock them. With the Prime dying by the hands of Faith, it ensured the star chart and the translator, but that wasn’t all that Lydia wanted. She was disgusted by Popovo’s behavior and she wanted to shut him down, permanently.

After losing the bet, Lydia knew that Popovo would need to go back to his other vice. Knowing he had obsession with shavili, it was a perfect opportunity. When Popovo called over the shavili, he didn’t wave Ezi over. He wanted the one he had earlier that day, but Lydia distracted him by calling him ‘disgusting human’ not too creative, but just enough for him to take his eyes off the Pit so the two shavili switched. Before Ezi delivered the death blow to Popovo, she told the other women in the Pit.

“After Faith’s speech,” Ezi explained to the women in the Pit. “Head for the exit, it would be your best opportunity to get out of this place. Tell the others”

“Be careful,” said the shavili slave. “He comes like a drilli.”

“Do not worry, sister,” said Ezi. “He will be going, not coming.”

After Ezi released Popovo from this realm, Lydia signaled Faith. Killing Popovo would not be enough; another person would just take over and continued the abuse. Lydia needed to bring the system down

Faith addressed the crowd, many thought she was going to calm them down. They were wrong. She was going to introduce some anarchy to the mix.

“<You pathetic monkeys>” she said to the drilli in the crowd in their language. “<You allow a human to control you. I killed your Prime. A human killed your Prime. A female human killed your Prime. You are not real drilli. Pathetic and weak. Are you monkeys sitting in your own filth and throwing shit at each other? Or are you drilli?!>” She thought to herself, ‘Just enough to piss them off.’

Faith was right. The drilli attacked the human and shavili’s members of Khariton. After a couple of seconds, the place erupted into a full fledged riot. The women saw this opportunity and ran for the exit, not just the arena, but out of the territory. They informed the other women in the sector to escape and they did. A parade of a hundred and nineteen half-naked human, shavili, and drilli females bolting out of Khariton’s sector.

Faith, Lydia, and Ezi mixed in with the crowd of their sisters and escape as well, no harm was done to any of them. A riot was a threat to port security, so the Ganesha was called to establish order, but Ufu used his connections at the port to delay the order until the all the women were out of the area. When the Ganesha arrived, it was completed bloodshed. They were wearing heavy body armor from head to toe. No one could see their face. No one knew their name. They were armored with heavy assault rifles. Their rounds just didn’t pierce the victims, it ripped them apart. The riot was put down just as fast as it started. The Khanriton ruled of the far west wing of the port came to a bloody end.

The port offered the slaves free transportation back to their home system to start the healing process and a new life. Due to the civil war, the drilli didn’t want to go back. They started their own sisterhood on another planet in another system. Faith and the other safety made it to their ship. Lydia gave the Vlad the coordinates to Bradist’s space and he set the course. Before the ship left the system, Lydia opened a channel to Ufu.

“Thank you for your help in the matter,” said Lydia. “We could not pull it off without you.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” said Ufu. “That human bastard needed to be taken down. Be careful, the Bradist does not play nice.”

“We will. Thank you again, Lydia out.”

“That port was very slimy,” said Ezi. “Did I use the term correctly?”

“You did,” replied Lydia, “slimy, creepy, sleazy, disgusting, all of those adjectives fit.”

“Well, that was fun,” Faith said with a sarcastic tone. “I’m going to take a shower. I feel like an armpit.”