Arcane yawns as he lays in bed, slowly waking up from the long nap. On another day, another learning politics from his mother. He then jumps a bit when he feels something wrapping around his morning wood and nuzzling it. Arcane frowns, using his magic, and pulls the covers off to find an interesting sight.

Filly Monifa stares back at him, eyes turned to pinpricks as her body tenses. She looks very much like a filly that was caught with her hoof in the cookie jar. “M-Morning,” she mumbles, hiding her face away behind his massive cock with some embarrassment.

Arcane stares at the filly before sighing and leaning back. “Monifa…” he starts, making her squeak and bury her face against his hot flesh. “You know that I fucked you to Tartarus and back, right? I bet you would want to start caring for that possible new foal,” he suggests, leaning a hoof over and rubbing her still sloshing stomach of his cum. “So maybe start early?”

“I-I will care for it,” she answers, fidgeting a bit. “And, um…doesn’t this count as starting early?” she wonders, not sure if she understood him right. After all, she is up early in the morning and ready to tackle the day and his morning wood. Not to mention that it would take a bit anyway until her pregnancy would show.

Arcane gives a soft smile, reaching a hoof over and brushing her mane down. The small filly moans happily, enjoying his pets. “Potions and the like. Make your body healthy to take such a foal. Plus… the first time we know of with a male alicorn and a regular po…zebra,” he corrects, leaning his gaze around and looking at the wagging flank and tail with each stroke of his hoof. “Rather make sure we are prepared.”

“Zebra filly,” she corrects with a purr, happily leaning into his hoof. “B-But I am flexible, so birth should work. Will make my body more healthy of course like you suggest. Hm…I would love it to be a filly. There are potions too to influence the gender,” she mumbles, pondering this possibility out and looking rather happy at the thought of being a mother.

Arcane looks surprised at that suggestion and lean closer. “Really…gender potions like that?” he asks, wondering if such a thing wouldn’t cause problems in the future. And if he chooses a male, cause the newborn colt to think himself into a filly later down the line.

“T-There aren’t problems. Potion makers only know solutions,” she says with a little bit of pride. “It is a, um, tested potion. Used for a long time in Zebrica. B-But of course, I can’t just choose it on my own. It is yours too after all! And you are a prince anyway, so you could trump anything I say by simply deciding so,” she says, the last parts a bit more frantically as she doesn’t want him to think she would not consider his input on it.

Arcane tilts his head as he hums. “And…how long until it is not possible?” he wonders, thinking maybe a cutoff date is the main catch. There is no way a potion like this exists without some trouble or a catch. “Any restrictions on these potions?”

“About a month to two. So it is best to decide in the first month as the effectiveness decreases after a month and is low after two months. They are not really restricted as they don’t do any harm even while drinking them when it is too late…aside from a few side effects,” she mumbles, poking her hooves together. “N-Nothing dangerous of course! If a male fetus is confronted with it, it could merely turn into a herm, futa, or if the pregnancy is too far in, simply give the colt a bigger rear, thicker thighs, and a smaller cock. Femboys, so to say. Some are into it, to have a mix or even a feminine colt and as such, it was used for this too,” she explains, showing that the potion is very versatile in use.

Arcane sighs, looking away and scratching a hoof against his neck. Monifa looks worried as he gives a thinking expression on his muzzle. “My first foal…and I can choose the gender rather than wishing it,” he summarizes before chuckling a little. “And my dad’s first foal is my older brother Azure on a chance,” he laughs off before sighing. “What to choose…?” he mutters, shaking his head.

“Mmm…a cute filly, maybe? Would be good for cuddling,” Monifa suggests, nuzzling his dick as if to try to bribe him to go in that direction.

Arcane hums as he looks over Monifa before slowly nodding. “Give me a filly, okay?” he asks, petting his mate once again.

“I-I will do that! A wonderful, beautiful filly!” she squeaks happily, liking the sound of that, before her tongue laps over his dick again.

Arcane jumps before frowning at the filly. Monifa notices the gaze and giggles nervously, sucking her drooling tongue back into her mouth. Arcane then sighs before wondering about something. He then brings up his phone system on his omnitool and calls up a number. “Pick up…” he whispers, making Monifa watch the screen. At which point, a yawning zebra filly is on the screen as she stretches and shows off her body. “Hey…we are still good on a date…right?” Arcane asks, not bothering to hide his big dick and huge balls or even Monifa hugging them.

“Sure are!” Desta chirps happily, rolling onto her back, so he could see her fillyhood while she sensually cuddles into the soft blankets.

Arcane nods before taking a deep breath at what he is doing now. If the suggestion was done, he has to go all in and not back out. “How did the talks go for the laws?”

The zebra filly eyed the other zebra filly on screen with a giggle before focusing on the question. “Very well! I did make sure it gets overturned. I simply told them ‘pranked ya, illegal fucking is so much better, and boy, were they disgruntled with me at that! I will be thrown out of the country, so pick me up, okay?” she asked, giving a cheeky wink at the bombshell of a realization.

Arcane slowly blinks, showing no expression right now. “What?” he asks simply, almost in a fatherly tone like Blitz.

‘Uhhh…we are right now looking up what happened,’ Leon informs, trying to track everything down from the changelings in the area.

‘Give us one minute,’ Ashley responds, helping Leon cut the time in half.

Arcane remains unmoving as he stares blankly at the filly on screen. However, Monifa starts to become unnerved by how he is staring, and soon Desta starts to notice it. “Umm…Arcane? My prince?” Monifa speaks up, trying to snap him out of it.

“One minute,” Arcane slowly says as he waits. This only serves to shake Desta up even more and starts to stand up straight and look proper. This isn’t a good stare or expression the prince is giving her.

She pokes her hooves nervously together as she sits and fidgets, while Leon and Ashley finally came up with results.

‘She got the law changed alright,’ Leon sighs as he finds out. ‘And…she is joking about being kicked out. They are just pissed at her for making such a joke,’ he explains as Ashley sighs in relief as well that they won’t lose a new fuckbuddy for the future.

Arcane takes a deep breath before sighing. “Please don’t joke like that,” he groans, placing a hoof over his eyes and rubbing them. “And do not piss them off that easily again. Even as a filly like you, you need to be proper in stuff like this,” he scolds.

“Well…I did like the idea of angering them and getting them to throw me out, though I failed at the latter. Thought I could have you pick me up then and we could travel around and see the galaxy and stuff,” she says, poking her hooves together while averting her gaze as she admits to her plan.

Arcane frowns as he takes another breath. “Desta, this is not a pleasure cruise. Okay, Monifa here got on because of her potion skills and some fighting experiences using said potions,” he points out, poking the filly’s flank and making her shudder. “You are just a civilian with no fighting skills. And the biggest achievement right now is changing a major law. I can not watch you the whole time while out here,” he explains, stomping his hoof against the bed in a fatherly manner.

Her ears wilt, pinning against the back of her head, “W-Well, it looks like a pleasure cruise with that filly on your dick,” she jokes nervously, though, from the still stern look, it isn’t something that lands very well. “A-And I am an experienced courtesan if anything,” she voices.

Arcane shakes his head, frowning. “Desta, you are safer on the planet. Again, I can’t watch you and protect you if something goes wrong,” he explains before giving a small smile. “Plus…your image looks better on our home planet. Cuter too,” he offers, making the filly blush.

She then groans and falls over on her face with her butt sticking up in the air. “Ugh…I already packed my bags too. But still…one day I will want to be on that ship. Maybe if I learn now, I will be able to do self-defense in a year or two.”

“Not a chance,” Arcane says immediately with a flat tone, making her groan. “Stay…home. You are better there. And safer. And besides, again, you…” he trails off as he looks to the side, somewhat talking to something in thin air. Arcane then looks back, sighing. “You look cuter when on the planet than out in space. I…like the way you appear with the planet in the background, your home, bed, everything. And…I would like to ask for more videos,” he admits, looking away and blushing.

She huffs a bit with her face still planted, before turning around, spreading her legs and masturbating right and there with both of her hooves, showing off her heavily pierced drooling hole. “Fine…I will stay here, but at least consider it again when I am a teenager or a fully grown mare. At some point, I want to travel too and I will prepare myself, oooh! For it,” she states resolutely, even while giving him a show.

Arcane hums before sighing. “Later. Way later. So…the stuff I want to ask for…” he trails off, coming up with some stuff he wants to see from the filly.

“A-Ask for anything. I will entice you so much that you come down here soon to plow me yourself,” she encourages with a giggle, while her juices run over her hooves and down her thighs as she moans obscenely.

“Tribal…” Arcane speaks up, sighing. “Wear tribal clothing and end up in a ritual gangbang…” he asks and makes Monifa smile at Arcane getting bolder at asking for various things.

“It will be done then, ooh!” Desta agrees, hoof rubbing along her twat faster. “B-But I hope you will come here and comfort me soon too, for not being able to go with you,” she requests.

Arcane rolls his eyes around as he sighs. “Yeah, yeah…” he mutters. “Hope I will see you next time,” he replies and ends the call. “What a needy filly,” he states before raising an eyebrow at Monifa who shrinks under his gaze. “I hope you won’t be like that later.”

“…Implying I am not a needy filly already?” she asks, while her cheek is pressing against his erect shaft. One could almost interpret it as a joke.

Arcane sputters off to the side. “Yeah…” he breathes out. “Okay, so now we have to deal with other things too. I still have my missions. But you…you don’t have any contracts,” he notes, trying to think of what Monifa can do, especially as a filly if need be.

Her ears perk up at that, wondering what kind of mission he will assign to her. “I am up for whatever you decide to do with me. You are the captain. If we need credits, I can help earn them one way or another.”

Arcane hums and nods. “Just…a regular simple one. I don’t want to see you hurt,” he mentions, looking concerned at her. “Choose from the lists we have. I am sure you can find a simple delivery mission and all.”

“Okay. Then I will do that. Something simple, yes. Have to do normal missions too,” she nods to herself, even while her mind drifts off and she drools. With how hot his musk is getting her, she does wonder for a moment if she could be forced to suck anyone off on such a job.

Arcane raises an eyebrow at the little filly, almost guessing what is going on in her head. He then sighs, rolls off the bed, and lets her slide off his shaft back onto the bed. He then shakes himself before turning back to her. “…do not be a dead perv on these missions,” he says dryly.

She blushes a bit, fidgeting as she sits up. “Mmm…y-your musk made me fantasize to be fair,” she mumbles in defense. It is not like she could control what her mind comes up with.

Arcane taps a hoof against the ground before he leans his head over and nuzzles her head with his own. He smiles before sighing contently. “Be safe. Don’t get into trouble. And don’t try to ask for fucks on the spot,” he adds, rolling his eyes.

“I-I am shy. Not sure I can even do that,” she assures him while leaning into the nuzzles. At least until her eyes zoom in on his lips. They almost hypnotize her, before her muzzle wanders to them, kissing him. She is a bit nervous while doing it, though hopes it is okay with him.

Arcane hums as he kisses back. He then pushes her back onto the bed and she lands with a squeak. He chuckles as he watches her roll around to get back on her hooves. “Yeah…cute enough at times,” he mentions, watching her little flank as she flexes and swings her legs around.

She likes this compliment, smiling with cheeks still flushed as she looks up at him. “Then I will be off and try my best today for you,” she tells him, jumping off the bed, which is rather high for her, considering her filly form, making her stumble a bit before she regains her footing.

Arcane nods as he goes off to get a shower and prepare for the day. He does have to meet his mother for another day in the council chambers. And the others have to deal with any additional parts of their contracts or do any new ones. As the water comes crashing down on him, he tries to imagine how the second day will go and if he will be sleeping again like last time. He doesn’t want to do that again, even if she doesn’t say it and lets him sleep.

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And…it’s boring again.

Arcane slowly blinks his eyes and almost falls asleep again as he stares at the council meeting. Again, a lot of topics on just taxes. From the important trade to the garbage tax. As in literal garbage collection. Arcane snorts and is about to lean his head down a little on nodding off but soon feels a hand on his shoulder and picks his head up sharply to see MalO in its thick robes turning its skull at him in some indiscernible expression. He can’t make out what it can be at the moment because of the bored mind and tiredness, but he can guess it’s of concern. “I’m fine,” Arcane replies, standing straight back up and noticing his mommy Riyo smirking at him when she turns her head to look for a second.

Arcane takes a deep breath as Riyo turns back to the talks happening and keeps noting things down. Arcane even tries to see what she is writing and wonders how she makes sense of all this without falling asleep too. But when he sees her writing, he notices it is all detailed. It all starts with a summary of the tax or talks being discussed and then some bullet points on both its pros and cons of it. After which, on the bottom, it looks like her own thoughts and discussion while the same discussion is still ongoing. Very meticulous.

Arcane pulls his head back, wondering how many notes mommy Riyo has. Now he can only imagine his mother having piles of notes for her job and then organizing them about ten ways to Sunday. He lets a smile slip through at the thought that Riyo notices and wonders what he is thinking about to make him smile so warmingly. She sighs to herself before returning to marking down notes for what she is hearing. Though, she hopes they move away from taxes and onto more interesting topics as this has been going on for three weeks even before her son arrived.

“And that concludes the tax topics for this month,” the announcer says. This gives Riyo and Arcane a sigh of relief before they hear the next words. “Next on the agenda is the budgetary issues plaguing our various administrations.” Riyo hears a silent groan behind her and smirks at the idea of her son hearing all this for more money reasons now.

Arcane slowly looks over at MalO and sees that it is still blankly staring ahead. It sometimes gives glances to him, but he can chalk it up to it checking up on him. He does imagine the number of times he might nod off, it would be nice to have somepony who cares for him in some manner while out there. Even the photo-taking ability is nothing to sneeze at. Being able to find certain things happening or even where no cameras can even see them at all. A great resource even for some bounty hunts. But for Arcane, he would have no idea how to approach it as MalO does it at its own pace. So it would be hard to gauge it until he begs for one in what he is looking for. More to the point, most of the photos, according to the file given to him by his father on MalO to study, mention that all are of the user who is affected in some time and place or where they visited. So this one is now a rare case.

But another matter is dealing with any changes or new crew even. He will have to make some choices once he is heading back home and look things up with Dadea on various things they can get if the R&D crew will give them a choice to try and test things out. If so, maybe he can snag extra points by taking a bounty mission to hunt someone down in space and blow them out of the sky right before they head back home. That might make the crew able to give them options on weapons or shields and engine choices.

Oh, so many things to do and a distance to them. Arcane gives a soft sigh as he makes a list in his head of the important stuff to be done and who can help deal with them. But now he’s wondering how the rest are dealing with their jobs. It was a somewhat shorter list than on Omega.

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Trond hums as he looks at the datapad which has his and Jaix’s mission. Kill a bunch of rabid animals attacking farmland and anyone who is in their way. The reward of ten thousand credits sounds simple enough and he and Jaix are hunters in their own right. “It doesn’t say what animals they are,” Trond says, holding his wooden staff over his shoulder. “What kind of animals are we expecting on this planet? Cat like? Dogs?” he asks the trandoshan walking next to him.

Jaix hisses, reading the contract as well. “More than likely, something feline-like. So we shouldn’t worry too much as they rarely travel in packs on this planet. Even then, a maximum of three or four in a group,” he explains, looking over the outfit and gear on Trond. The entire suit is cleaned up while still having some scuff marks and cleaning liquid shine from the lights as they walk by the many buildings and out into the neighboring farm areas.

Trond hums, putting his wooden staff away on his back and turning off his omnitool. “Then we can set a trap,” he suggests, already thinking of the bait they can grab from the farm if the owner allows it. “Lure them into a kill hole and we either fire or set it ablaze.”

Jaix sticks his tongue out, hissing like a snake as he thinks. “That is if the owner allows us to do such a thing. If not, then we would need to hunt on unowned land or their nest.”

Trond nods slowly. “Which would take too long, the nest part especially.”

Jaix huffs. “You are learning our ways of dealing with things now,” he mentions, smirking. Arcane has warned him that Trond and his kind have been technology-held back by everyone but they did sneak bits and pieces through at times. However, the hunting instincts and warrior he can see in Trond still shine through, and adapts quite well to a new environment. But he wonders if the caribou can handle floating in space as well.

“Speaking of,” Trond speaks up, stopping at a wired and fenced property. “We are here,” he concludes, checking the address on his omnitool and also the sign on the fence saying it is electrified.

Jaix frowns, stepping up to the gate and stops short of touching it. “Hello?” he calls. “We are here about the contract for wild animals!”

The building a bit inside the farm lights up and shines light through the windows and doors. At which point, the front door opens, showing a blue twi’lek in rough farmer’s clothing. She hums as she steps up to the gate, looking over the two mercenaries. “Good. My husband is getting worried and has gone out to gather more traps. These bastards are bigger than we thought and can snap our fence wire in seconds. And quick as a whip. They can somehow dodge whatever shots I throw at them,” she explains, crossing her arms.

Trond raises an eyebrow at her while Jaix hisses quietly. “Which way do they come from?” the trandoshan asks.

The woman points away, deeper into the landscape. “Most I could see was from a tall hillside. Just head straight that way and you should find tracks for them. You might find whatever nest or hole they have.”

Jaix nods before glancing at Trond who is still eyeing the woman with a questioning gaze. “Thank you. We will hunt them down,” he hisses before grabbing Trond’s shoulder and pushing him down the road towards their chosen path towards the hill in the distance. “Nothing suspicious there from her,” Jaix notes to the caribou. He then takes out his blaster pistol, ready to fire on anything that charges at them for getting close to their nest.

Trond does the same, getting his electrostaff out but keeping it unextended and not activated for now. “I did feel some suspicion. But it was based on how much she was telling.”

“You do have a problem with females, don’t you?” Jaix asks sarcastically and Trond can feel a twitch in his tail for that. “Just relax out here. We have jobs to do and we must fulfill them,” Jaix advises. “And I doubt the captain or his father wants to hear you not following the missions,” he warns, giving a slight glare.

Trond gives off a sigh, not liking the warning. “Yes. I know. The captain and Blitz the Undefeated can wipe us out in an instant. However, I do know my training is guiding me enough. I just need enough of a retrain to fall into speed with you.”

Jaix chitters quietly. “Just as we are doing now. Stick close to me and we shall be fine,” he lectures, walking a little ahead to get quick first sightings and warn of any trouble ahead.

Trond hums quietly, following close behind the natural-born hunter. Their keen eyes watch over the horizon for anything amiss, but nothing out of the ordinary happens. Only the soft gentle breeze buffeting the low grass and some tall plants is the signs of life and movement around them. The crest over the hill yields fewer clues as whatever tracks these animals left behind are nowhere to be found.

Jaix hisses annoyed, trying to find maybe a stepped area of grass or some broken plants for a trail. “They had to have passed through here.” Jaix looks behind him at Trond and notices him taking out a carved stone, the size of his palm, and holding it above the ground.

Trond takes a deep breath as he looks at the stone. “Spirits above, hear my call,” Trond says, almost in a chant. Jaix becomes suspicious until he sees the stone light up the carved areas. “Show the hunt of my prey. Show me their trace of life as I give you mine,” Trond recites as his antlers start to glow too, lightning up the carved pictures in them as if they are coming to life.

Jaix watches in fascination before blinking as some paw and claw scratches glow in the ground around Trond. Jaix starts to measure how far away this trail appears and figures it must be giving Trond at least a fifteen-foot length away. “There. Better now?” Trond asks, stepping up beside Jaix as they stare ahead towards the direction of the trail.

Jaix nods before starting to follow with Trond close behind. The trandoshan looks up at the antlers as the glow in them dies down but the path remains. He raises an eyebrow as he wonders if caribou push and pull their magic through their antlers like unicorns with their horns. The trail does remain lit though, but Jaix can’t make conclusions as to what it is since he doesn’t understand this spell and it could be a rough generic one based on the real prints.

“Shallow cave,” Trond speaks up, letting Jaix walk up beside him and see a very low hill with a rocky cave entrance jutting out from the base of it. All around the entrance are numerous scratch marks and pressed grass like it has been trampled on. The trail even leads directly inside. Trond then takes a deep breath and the trail vanishes, seeing as they found their target’s nest.

Jaix hisses uncertain now with how small the cave is and the numerous marks. “We set traps, lure them out,” he orders with Trond nodding along as he eyes the cave entrance for anything moving inside.

With a quick job down, the two work about getting numerous traps set. Mainly all around the entrance and some a bit away. Jaix even peeks inside the dark cave, trying to hear or see anything in there. However, it is just pure silence. Almost deafening compared to the outside world. If these things are sleeping or awake for that matter, then they are almost the perfect hunters. Just to make sure, Jaix sets up a simple wire in front of the entrance to trip up these things. At least he would be able to get a clean look when these things come out.

Jaix takes a quiet breath as he joins Trond on the other side of the small basin area of the hills. “Okay. Now to lure them out,” he mentions and he looks to see Trond hold up a large rock in his hand. Jaix looks up to Trond as the caribou gives a stare back before reeling his arm back just like a pitcher. At which point, Trond throws the rock as hard as he can, striking the entrance with a loud clack and even breaking off some pieces of rock from the impact alone. Jaix is pleasantly more surprised when he sees the rock bounce off inside and hit everything away from their view. “If that doesn’t wake something, then do we have explosives?” Trond asks, taking out his electrostaff.

Jaix gives off a hissing chuckle, taking out his blaster and knife. “Plenty,” he jokes before they hear scratching and growling echoing out from the cave. “Get ready,” Jaix hisses, glaring at the mouth while Trond gets into a stance as well.

At which point, something runs out of the entrance, tripping over the tripwire. Jaix gasps and stops in his tracks as he looks over the creature they are hunting. The creature scrambles up to its feet before spotting them and snapping its jaws. The large orb on top of its head, spiky back with hardly any skin, and showing pure muscle tissue on it serves to make Trond clench his staff tighter for a fight. But then the caribou is shocked when Jaix jumps down the hill, his blaster forgone and his lightsaber in his hand. The blade lights up as he slices down the first one, cutting off the head as more run out of the cave and snap the tripwire with their forceful combined weight.

Trond quickly joins the hunter while grabbing the blaster left behind. He quickly fires off a shot, hitting one on the orb on the creature’s head, watching it glance off to the ground uselessly. Trond looks surprised before using his staff and smacking one away as it growls in pain. Jaix struggles to keep slicing away at each beast, not wanting to face the terror of last time. Last time they were lucky as Arcane was there and used his magic and all the weapons in that area. But here, they have to be careful with only two of them and whatever they have on them.

Jaix grunts, using the force, shoving a couple of them back, and smacking them into the hillside. He then uses this chance to slice two more as more seems to keep escaping the cave. Jaix glares at them all and grabs a thermal detonator off of his belt and primes it, making it beep. The lightsaber keeps swinging away, trying to make room before Jaix tries to throw it. Only for one of them to jump and snap at his arm, dropping the grenade.

Jaix hisses viciously, trying to cut down the ones biting and chomping at him. He then feels a shock run through his body before Trond kicks one of them away and smacks the next off his arm too. Jaix falls to the ground as soon as they were gone and looks at the rapidly beeping detonator. Trond rushes over and grabs the device before throwing it towards the entrance. However, it explodes in mid-air, throwing most of them back and killing a few. Both Jaix and Trond cover themselves as chunks fall against them before the caribou jams his staff into the sharp-toothed mouth of one and shocks it to its core.

The creature withers in pain before it becomes limp with the occasional spasms. Trond then removes his staff and turns to any other approach but sees the blast took out most of the creatures. He slowly looks around, trying to spot any still alive. Jaix groans, getting up and joining him in the search, but also finds none.

“We have to tell the captain. He will want to hear this,” Jaix speaks up, making Trond wonder about these things and why Jaix seems so afraid but how much his fingers are twitching. Jaix hisses impatiently as he walks off a little, trying to call Arcane on his omnitool. “Pick up…”

Trond joins him as Arcane appears on the screen, looking somewhat annoyed. “This better be important. I am still on my job,” Arcane notes.

Jaix hisses, grabbing the sliced head of one of the creatures into view. “This look familiar?”

Arcane stares at the head before frowning even more. “Get back to the city. I’ll meet you there. I want to see this for myself,” he orders before cutting the line.

Trond raises an eyebrow, looking at Jaix. “These…things. What’s wrong with them?”

Jaix hisses quietly, looking at the caribou. “These monsters,” Jaix spits out with disdain. “They can survive the vacuum of space. And now can deflect blaster fire. They are not normal creatures. We have faced them before and they are ferocious.”

Trond looks surprised at the trandoshan before Jaix starts to run, dropping the head, but ripping off a tooth at least. “For the contract?” he asks, running after Jaix.

“Yes. We must hurry,” Jaix explains, pocketing the tooth.

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Dadea hums as she looks over a part in her hands. The shopkeeper looks very impatient at the girl handling his wares and wonders if he should take it back now before she breaks them. “Deal,” she says, transferring credits from her omnitool to the machine beside the shopkeeper.

Ever since the end of the war, most of the galaxy has been preparing for both currencies. It was an economic toll on the shop owners who sold their items, but one that they quickly repaid in just a few months and then some. First complaining happened, but once they saw money rolling in on those that took the chance, the yelling slowly died down as they slowly joined in.

Dadea hums happily as she pockets the item, thinking of the chance to hook up the power converter and try it out. She walks along the street before finding Nesa at a flower and herb shop, picking through a selection of them. “Okay. I think I got most of what I need,” Dadea speaks up, grabbing the basket full of flowers and herbs that Nesa gives her.

“Good,” Nesa says, picking up another flower that looks bluish to Dadea in the neon lights. “I am almost done here as well,” she explains, placing it in the basket.

Dadea smiles, following Nesa as she looks through the many small gardens in the shop. “So…what do you think about the captain?” she asks, smirking.

Nesa hums, looking carefully at a few herbs. “He is fine. Very healthy as well. I do not need to worry as his magic will also protect and heal him.”

Dadea rolls her eyes, wanting to chuckle but holds it in. “Okay, yeah. But I mean him personally. Don’t you think he’s a bit of a dork and innocent at times?”

Nesa glances at Dadea for a split moment before going back to the plants. “Innocent, yes. But I presume his childlike nature is to help him cope or how he is when he is truly happy. And being a ‘dork’ is merely our experience compared to his,” she explains, picking up a herb and dropping it into the basket.

Dadea hums annoyed at the almost doctor-like way she is answering. “But he is a hunk, right? Like I bet you wonder what he is like…intimately?” she asks teasingly.

Nesa freezes for a bit and turns to Dadea. Dadea feels the wandering and studying gaze before Nesa turns back to the plants. “You have slept with him. Please do keep healthy if you choose to do it and be safe. I understand he would be much bigger for you,” she says bluntly.

Dadea sighs and groans, putting her head down. “I give up,” she mutters, not noticing Jaix and Trond run by in the street behind them. She can not deal with one who is dead blunt on this stuff or make their squirm in place for even thinking about it all. But of course, she would have the captain’s sizes. She’s got files on all of them to take care of them.

Nesa hums as she grabs one last herb and places it in the basket. She then grabs the basket and places it on the counter, waiting for the owner to tally up the price. “If you need any strong pills, I will see about procuring them. The captain is an anomaly even among his kind. Being the only male of his alicorn species might make his body want to breed more or have more potent effects. So I will see about making whatever you want to do safer to just enjoy.”

Dadea groans, blushing a little as Nesa pays for the plants. “Let’s just go,” she mutters before following Nesa.

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A cloaked figure walks up the hill and reaches the crest before stopping. The tracks leave behind deep paw prints as the figure sighs and places a gloved-covered hand to its ear.

“Yeah…they are here too.”

“Fuck me. They are moving too fast. Okay. Get rid of it all.”

The figure looks at all the dead creatures before slapping its hands together. At which point, it pulls the hands apart to show a deep red spell circle forming in the air between the palms. The spell circle shines brightly before all the bodies start to glow and then burst into flames. The figure watches with a deep-seated trance as something waves out from behind it in the setting sun. The split tail waves around, almost curiously as it watches all the bodies burn to nothing, not even ash, as they are lost to the wind. The fires even stop once everything is gone. Not even the grass is affected by the intense heat as the figure turns and walks away.

The figure gives another deep sigh as it then snaps its fingers, causing the cave entrance to collapse with a crash before it slowly sinks into the hillside. What is left behind is nothing but soft smooth ground that rolls up into the hill as the final stone disappears and the last final trace is gone.

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Arcane frowns as he flies down from the council building’s balcony to the street below. He almost took off to the edge of town but saw that Trond and Jaix saved him on the trip as they wait by the entrance, stopped only by the guards. He flies over them before running to a stop and turns around with a worried expression on his muzzle. “So…you are sure they are the same creatures?” he asks Jaix, seeing as this is Trond’s first time.

Jaix hisses worried, taking out the tooth. “Yeah. Same creature, same everything. Now they can also deflect blaster fire,” he explains, frowning at the situation.

Arcane groans, spinning around and pacing. He then sighs before turning his neck to look back at them. “Get on,” he orders, spreading his wings.

“Captain…” Trond starts but a quick glare makes him shut up. One that almost rivals Blitz the Undefeated.

“On. Now,” Arcane orders more harshly. The two fighters look at each other before they rush up and clamber onto the alicorn’s back. Trond gets up front as Jaix hangs onto Trond. “Hang onto me,” Arcane says, pushing off the ground with speed and flying into the air with a yell from them. “We must take them back for study now. Something is happening if we are finding space creatures that can survive the vacuum of space and armor that deflects blaster fire in two different areas of the galaxy,” Arcane hopes, flying where Trond is pointing him towards.

Jaix hisses worried. “The question is, are some back on your home planet?”

Arcane frowns, not wanting the answer to be true. He has to call Blitz when he can as soon as they grab a few bodies to send back or at least deliver themselves.

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