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Legends of the Star Warriors

The Lost Ones

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Chapter 1

The New Law of the Land

A young, well-dressed mouse girl, no older than eighteen had just arrived on board the space colony 696. It used to be a massive prison colony, back when the United Systems was still considered to be a significant supper power, but now it was home to the eight pirate lords and is considered to be the new center of the known galaxy. As the young woman stepped off the shuttle, she felt very out of place. What she wore was considered professional looking, at least for her people. She wore a white blouse, a gray dress jacket, a knee length skirt, dark staking, and black heals, while the people in the colony wore mostly trench coats and worn clothing. She also noticed that she was the only person on board the space colony without a sword or gun. The closest thing she had to a weapon was a heavy briefcase.

As she entered the docks the first thing she did was find one of the local dock workers. The one she found was a large round man with a bronze plate on the side of his head and a red mechanical eye. He was mammalian in appearance though the girl couldn't quite tell what he was. Not an uncommon problem as with the fall of the major nations, thousands of once plant bound races were able to take to the starts without any interference or risk of running into another stronger nation. He had thick, brown fur with hints of gray and a single large pointed ear one the less mechanized side of his face.

As the girl approached him, he stroked a long white beard that hung from his rat-like chin. "Yes, how might I help you?" he said in a harsh and raspy voice.

The girl striated out her thin-rimmed glasses, raked back so of her red hair and tried to look presentable and professional. "Yes, I'm looking for a...Barthanoon?...Bartanan?"

"Barthanon?" he asked her.

"That right," she replied, "I hear that he is one of the local pirate lords."

The man looked her up and down for a bit then let out a coughing laughed. The girl arched her brow. "I'm...sorry, I think I missed the joke."

The man took in a deep breath to calm himself down and coughed into his fist. Although the cough wasn't directed at her, the girl wrinkled her nose at how foul his breath smelt. "Sorry miss," he started while patting his chest. With every pat, the girl could hear the jingling of mettle inside his thick coat. "You say you want to see a pirate lord? Unless you are looking to go, pirate, yourself or become a hooker, I doubt that he would have any interest in you."

"I'm not looking to become a pirate or...hooker," she said glaring at him. "I want to hire his services."

He started at her for a moment and stroked his beard before responding. "Well, you do look rich and... gullible."

"Gullible!?" she snapped.

The man shook his head and coughed, "Mmm, yes, just ignore that last part. If you want to see the pirate lord just go to Mama Temla's Inn. It should be easy enough to find. Nice and close to the docks."

"And that is where Barthanon holds counsel," she asked.

The man stared at her blankly, "Uh, sure."

She then lightly bowed before him, "Thank you, sir. Here is something for your assistance." She then reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a few thin pieces of golden paper.

The man took them, but before he could ask her what they were, she was halfway down the dock. Turning to another dock worker, he lightly patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, Rog, what is this?"

Rog, a humanoid bore took the paper and gave them a sniff. "Hm...I think they're Daros," he said handing them back to the man.

"Daros?" he repeated, "Huh, never thought I'd see one of these. United System currency, right?"

"Right," said Rog, "Completely worthless. Where did you find it?"

"Oh, some Venesian girl gave it to me," he replied stuffing the Daros in his pocket, "I think she was trying to pay me for information."

"Do you want me to send someone to go get her?" Rog asked him.

"No, it's just information," he replied, "Besides, I think she planes to bribe Barthanon with this stuff."

Rog chuckled, "Oh Yeah? Too bad we can't watch."

***

As the dock worker stated Temla's Inn wasn't far from the docks, what he didn't tell her was that it was one of the busiest places in town, and it also dubbed as a brothel. As she entered the inn and made her way towards the bar, she passed by at least five women dressed in some of the skimpiest outfits she had ever seen. At one table she saw a girl in the arms of a strong pirate male, enjoying the gropes and kisses he was giving her and at another one girl was dancing on top of the table, swaying her hips erotically to entice the crowd. She was a little fearful that the pirates might try to get a bit handsy with her, but the most she got was a few perverted glances. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that there were a decent number of women in the bar that weren't being toyed with by the other pirates, in fact, most of them looked to be pirates themselves. The only women that were being fondled seemed to be in a set uniform which was a form of corset that covered their crotch, a silky looking bra in varying colors, and thigh high stalking.

With all the skimpy women around, she couldn't help but wonder what was bringing all the female pirates into this place. Then she got her answer. Blushing brightly, she watched as three topless and very fit young men walked towards her.

"Hello madam," said one of them, "Welcome to Mama Temla's. Is there anything we can do to serve you?"

The mouse shook her head as she tried to compose herself in front of the three attractive men. "Uh...Y-yes. I was looking for Barthanon. Can you direct me to him?"

The man motioned her towards a large grouping of pirates, all boars, and pigs. In the middle of the group was a very, very large boar sitting in what could only be described as a throne. He was around seven feet tall, had a massive belly, a single broken tusk on the left side of his face along with a few scars, and both of his arms and legs were cybernetic. In his lap was another brothel girl. An aquatic looking woman with smooth light brown skin, a long-finned tail, a pointed muzzle, short, sharp horns, brown hair that was styled into a Mohawk, and silted yellow eyes.

Adjusting her jacket, she again tried to make herself look presentable before making her way toward the pirate lord. As she walked into the crowd of boars, they started to fall silent when they realized where she was going. When the others in the bar noticed as well, they also fell silent and turned their attention to the pirate lord. Bathanon noticed the young woman the moment she walked in and knew just by looking at her clothes and persona that she would provide him with some amusement.

Lightly pushing the girl from his lap, the large boar sat up and gave his thick coat a quick shake to straighten it out. He then leaned forward placing his robotic elbow on his knee. "And who might you be lass?" he said in a deep and weathered voice.

The young woman took in a deep breath to calm herself now that she was the center of attention and spoke. "I am Emily Bars, daughter of Toby and Aleana Barn, and a representative of the United Systems."

Barthanon arched his brow, "United Systems?" A small boar climbed up the side of this throne and whispered something int Barthanon's ear. The large pirate lord leaned in and listened carefully before smirking. "Oh, the United Systems," he said with an overly cheerful smile, "I beg your pardon miss Barns but I thought that nation died a long time ago. However, Bigly tells me that your nation is in fact still alive, though...I wouldn't call it United, or Systems. More like a large group of bickering politics fighting over an old and run-down space station."

Emily cleared her through nervously, "Well...yes it...it is true that we have fallen on hard times, but- "

"Fallen on hard times would be an understatement," said Barthanon, "Your country was once the most powerful nation in the entire galaxy, but now, ten years after you turned on your greatest allies, the Star Brotherhood, you have been reduced to ruling an old rundown satellite. The only legacy you have now is how you confirmed to everyone in the galaxy that democracy doesn't work. Speaking of, tell me which movie star is president now?"

This comment earned a laugh from the crowed witch made Emily's heart sink. Quickly she recomposed herself and stepped a little closer to the large pirate looking him dead in the eyes, "Do you make a habit of insulting potential clients."

"No," said Barthanon with a wicked smile, "I make a habit of mocking people I'm about to turn down." Again, the crowd laughed, but Barthanon held up his hand, "Now, now. She came a long way to do business with us...humble pirates, let's give her a chance to present."

"Take it off!" shouted someone from the crowd.

As they laughed Emily clenched the fist and gritted her teeth to try to prevent an outburst. She then walked up to Barthanon and placed her briefcase on the table before him. "The United Systems is currently under attack by raiders and...pirates," she said gritting her teeth, "and if these raids continue my nation will eventually collapse."

"You mean it hasn't already?" said Barthanon arching his brow and smirking.

Again, Emily gritted her teeth and tried to force her way through the conversation. "So, seeing as your kind is more than willing to take bribes-"

"Donations, lass," he corrected her earning a small chuckle from the crowd.

Emily tried her best to ignore them, "Donations...from weaker factions to help drive off their enemies. I am willing to offer ten billion Daros for the defense of the U.N.S." She then opened the case revealing large stacks of Daros.

Barthanon leaned forward to take a closer look at the case. As he bent down the sound of mettle be heard creaking and clanking under his clothes. After eyeing the currency for a moment, he leaned back into his chair and pulled out a lighter and cigar. "Well lass," he said lighting his cigar, "I must admit, I've never seen that many Daros before."

"I've never seen a Daro before," said one of the pirates from the crowd.

As the room chuckled Emily looked around with a worried look on her face, "But it enough...right?"

Barthanon then set his cigar into a small plate and picked up a large bottle of rum. "Lass," he said taking in a deep breath, "Allow me to demonstrate what me, and quite frankly every other person in the galaxy thinks of the once great and noble U.N.S." He then popped open the bottle, sending the cap flying across the room, place the spout to his lips and filled his mouth full of rum. He then slammed the bottle on the table next to him with a loud thud, leaned forward, light his lighter, brought it to his lips, and sprayed. The rum turned into a massive fireball igniting the Daros inside the case.

This stunt startled Emily enough to where she lost her balance and fell over onto her rump. As she looked up at the large pirate with dread in her eyes, she watched him slam the case shut. He then picked it up in the air and dangled it in front of the crowd with smoke and amber still leaking from the cracks.

"Your nation lied to us, stole from us, and stabbed us in the back. Even pirates have a code of ethics, lass. But you, you turned on your greatest and most trusted ally, a people who are well known for helping others even if it means the end of their life. Sure, the Star Warriors weren't perfect, but they were mostly harmless...and kept us in line. The galaxy belongs to us now, lass, and with the new ownership comes a new very simple set of rules. Glory to the mighty." Barthanon then turned to a young pirate sitting next to a furnace, "You lad! Be a chap and open that stove."

As soon as the boy opened the door, the pirate lord tossed the case into the furnace. As it flew through the air the flaming case spun around like a top and hit the stove with enough force that it slammed the door shut. As the crowd cheered, Barthanon turned back to Emily, "Look at it this way lass. If I took your 'bribe,' I would have driven off those raiders only to ask for protection money. Besides, given how worthless your currency is they are probably using you for target practices, and I would be quite rude if I intruded on someone's else's fun." He then turned to one of his larger boars, "Remove this child from my sight."

The giant boar walked over to Emily, hiked her over his shoulder like a sack of flower, and carried her to the side door. She kicked and bucked in his grasp, trying her best to squirm out of his strong grip, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't brake free. Once the boar opened the door, he tossed her into the filthy ally way. As she hit the hard ground, landing in what she hoped was water, a large group of small rodents bolted away from her and darted deeper into the dark alley.

Once the boar slammed the door behind her, the young woman struggled to get back to her feet, trying her best to ignore the pain in her bruised hip. By now the reality of what just happened was starting to dawn on her. She was fighting back tears as she braced herself against the wall. Had they really fallen this far that even their currency had no value? She could still remember a time where no matter where you went in the known galaxy the United Systems wasn't far away. Sure, at the time they were still recovering from a civil war, but at least they were recovering. Now in a little more than ten years, the once free empire had been reduced to trying to survive on an old space station. Even the planet that was once their capital didn't want anything to do with them.

As she stood there trembling, cold, and wet, she tried to think of what she was going to do next. That's when she heard them. Her large mouse ears perked up at the sound of two familiar voices. The voices were a bit older now, but she recognized the cockiness of one in particular.

***

"Dusty I almost had it!" said a young hybrid male in an annoyed tone, "We could have had that part for less than a few pieces of gold, but you had to go and punch him!"

The hybrid female roiled her eyes at her twin brother. "Glitch, he was getting handsy! I hate it when grungy old people get handsy! Especially with my booty!"

"That's why I told you to say outside!" said Glitch, "Old Man Joe is a huge pervert, and I knew that if you were present, it would distract him, and me. Honestly, if you didn't deck him, I would have."

"But he had sugar buns!" she said looking at her brother pleadingly, "I LOVE sugar buns!! And they were just sitting there on his countertop, begging me too much them!"

Glitch crossed his arms and glared at his sister, "Yes I know, and so does Joe. He probably put them out in the open to lure you in."

Dusty's ears perked, "You mean he laid a booby trap for my boobies!? Maybe I should try that with some of Temla's cuties. Then again I guess they wouldn't be a booby trap. Booty trap?"

Glitch gritted his teeth, "Focus Dust, we still need that engine part if we want to get the Pegues running again."

"Running, smoothly," Dusty corrected him, "She'll fly she just sounds like a rusty old phone both every time we take off."

When Emily stepped out of the alleyway, she spotted them. Two young hybrid twins, one male, and one female bickering with one another. They both had light tan fur with a gray mask like stripe running across their face, long pointed ears with black tips, emerald green eyes, long golden blond hair, and a long thin tail with a tuff of blond hair on the tip. They both looked quite attractive for their respective genders, Dusty had soft curves and a decent bust while Glitch had a slim frame but enough muscle to where it showed through his clothing. They both had their hair done in a ponytail thought they tied it in different places. Dusty's was tied up near the dome of her head making it cute and perky, while Glitch was tied around mid-neck in a more professional manner. By the way that they were dressed, it looked like they were locals. Glitch had worn a brown jacket with grease marks and pockets filled with different types of small tools, while Dusty wore a short sleeve jacket, a worn blood red scarf that looked like it had bullet holes in it. Both of them were armed with a pistol and a sword.

Emily arched her brow when she saw their outfits, wondering if they had either gone pirate or if they were just armed to keep the other pirates away. She started towards them only to stop dead in her tracks when she noticed what Dusty was wearing under her jacket. It was partly hidden by his pants, but she saw enough of them in Tamla's Inn to recognize it as one of the corsets the hookers wore. Thankfully Dusty's top was a bit more modest as she was wearing a white blouse but it still showed plenty of cleavages.

During the twins bickering, Dusty finally took notice of the mouse girl. "Emily?"

Glitch was next to notice her. When they saw how rough she looked, they quickly rushed over to her. "Emily!" Glitch said as he hooked an arm around her back to help her stay up, "We haven't seen you since Utopia, what happened?"

Dusty took a quick sniff of the air, "Judging by the sent of rum and bacon, I think she had a run in with Barf."

Emily gave her a confused look, "Barf?"

"Oh, that's just what I call him to get under his skin," Dusty said smirking, "I even got him to shoot at me once."

Emily cocked her head at Dusty's comment then turned to Glitch, "Glitch, when did your sister go-"

"Crazy?" said Glitch, "She's always been like this, you were just too young to notice."

Dusty then walked up to her and lightly tugged on Emily's dress jacket, "So what's with the getup? It's twenty-nine seventy-nine, no one has dressed like that since that in years. Not since the United Systems fell anyway."

"No, we're still around," said Emily, clenching her side, "It just that...nobody cares about us anymore."

Dusty and Glitch gave each other concerned looks before they turned back to Emily, "Alright, you're coming in with us," said Dusty, "You can explain later."

Emily then watched in shock as Dusty started to make her way towards Temila's inn. "We're going there? What about Barthanon?"

"It's Temla's inn, not his," said Dusty, "Besides we live here." It was then she noticed the look Emily was giving her, "It's not what you think!" she snapped, "We live in the upstairs rooms, all the naughty stuff...well, most of it takes place in the downstairs rooms. Temla won't let me or Glitch anywhere near those rooms."

Emily let out a soft sigh, "Well, my hip could use the rest."

"Here, let me help you," said Glitch bending down.

"Don't worry Glitch I can-oh!" Emily stopped and blushed when Glitch hooked his arm under her knees and lifted her up off of her feet. Instinctively she hugged her arms around his neck, and as their eyes met, they froze.

When Dusty saw the blush on their cheeks, she giggled and rolled her eyes, "Of course, we are all grownups now so if you two really wanted to use the downstairs rooms-"

"Dusty!" they both shouted glaring at her.

Dusty smirked and giggled, "You two are so made for each other."