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Sam was expecting a large office with people of all sorts of flavors bustling about. Not the empty hall with a single person sitting in the middle. She noticed an elevator on the back wall behind the single being. Everything had the feel of the MIB building entrance.

She took the time to get a closer look at him as they walked further in. He looked like a bobcat with orange fur and a large gem on his forehead. He seemed to be staring very intently at her.

She heard a voice in her head that sounded disembodied, "you may be young, Sam, but your essence is 15,000 years old. You have been through a lot to reach us here today. I know you know nothing of your heritage but I am pleased to tell you both of your parents are royalty. Your true parents. Those who raised you were merely surrogates. That and had you been male still, you would not have been as powerful as you are and will grow to be. You will learn more as you grow and find answers."

The being started walking towards her and the commander stepped away to the side. The being stopped five feet away and Sam did the same. She was surprised when he took a knee and addressed her with a voice from the heavens, "welcome, princess. It is an honor to meet the original Lost One. We are here to assist you."

Drazt was shocked, "whoa whoa! Princess?! She is royalty? And what do you mean the original? This office was formed over ten thousand years ago! No one lives that long but the Drakorna! And since when do you talk to those who are brought in here?"

"Quiet Drazt. No questions. She has received as much information as I am permitted to disclose and is ready to pass through. I have passed on the required information to Dylia and there is a group waiting for you on floor nine. Go now and remember what I have said."

Drazt just grumbled to himself while Sam was shocked at what she was just told. She contemplated the information as they walked towards the elevator. They weren't my parents? What did he mean surrogates? My essence is 15,000 years old? Does that mean I've been reincarnated or something? So many questions all because of a few details. And who was that guy?

They stepped into the elevator and Sam felt it going down into the ground. The trip lasted only a few seconds and the doors opened up. Sam had the barest of a glimpse of the hallway ahead of her before two burly guys threw a sack over her and told her to remain still until it was safe. Normally she would have tore from the bag and beat them to a pulp but she was still so shocked from the guy at the entrance she hardly reacted. One tucked her under an arm and they swiftly took off down a few halls before they arrived in a room which they bolted the door closed. They sat her down and pulled the sack off.

Sam was greeted by two bears and a short anthro espeon. She seemed to be the one in charge as she was the first to speak, "I apologize for the rough treatment but it was necessary to avoid the mass panic we experienced when you came through the portal. This is a secure room so anything you wish to share is kept completely confidential."

Drazt wanted answers, "okay what the hell is going on here? What did your boyfriend up there tell you to do, Dylia?"

She sighed, "Drazt. You really are a pain. You shouldn't even be down here. And for your information we are assembling an evac for Sam here. We need to get her to Draknaliz and to her mother. That is the only way we can keep her safe. Information regarding this one has been passed down from director to director since the beginning. We lost hope and stopped searching 6000 years ago."

"So, what? Just like that you're going to put her on a ship and send her to a planet that kills almost everyone who lands there?"

"Oh please. Not everyone who lands there is killed. They accept deliveries and supplies. We'll just send her in a crate to her mother there. It would be the best present she's ever received. All we have to do is... Wait... Illren that bastard! I'll have his head for this! Zok, Mor, get to floor six and apprehend that prick! I don't know how he found out but he just sent a message to an unknown craft. I hope he didn't do what I think he just did. No matter, that just pushes up our schedule. Let's get Sam here down to the hangar and ready to ship out."

Drazt shoved Sam back in the bag, much to her dismay, and they went down more corridors. Sam huffed in the bag as they moved around. Before she knew it she could hear hydraulics and people hurrying about. She was set down on a hard surface and the bag fell away. She was in the bottom of a small metal box. She looked up and saw Drazt and Dylia looking in at her.

"It is going to get very boring in there, I apologize. It will take a few weeks to get to the planet Draknaliz. Once there your mother will pick up your crate from the depot and start your new life. Light speed to you, Sam."

Before she could reply the box was closed and she was moving. She bounced around a little as it was hauled around and finally scraped to a stop. She heard doors closing around her before silence.

There was a glow coming from the container walls that provided just enough light for her to see by. She could see and smell some food in front of her but other than that there was nothing. Nothing for her and as the hours ticked by she started wondering what she was going to do. She lost track of time and tried listening to her music but the battery died at some point. She munched on some of the food but was lost in boredom.

She figured she had been in the box at least two days when she was thrown to the wall of the box. It was accompanied by a large boom that echoed through whatever compartment she was in. Smaller noises that sounded like bullets hitting armor plating sounded as well and continued for some time before one last large boom and everything went quiet.

A few voices echoed through the compartment that she didn't understand. It did not sound friendly though. She heard boxes opening around her and wondered what they were searching for until hers opened and she looked up into the face of a Vey'Ral. He had a maniacal grin and licked his lips before turning to someone out of view, {we have a winner! One prepackaged woman ready for breeding! You! Come bring her to the upper deck with the rest of them while we search for more refugees.}

They are invading the ship! Oh they picked the wrong ship to raid! It had always been her belief and how she was taught in Tibet to only defend herself. She could easily defend herself against several of these but her real concern was the defense of everyone else. She needed to dispatch these monsters before they caused extensive damage.

In an uncharacteristic fit of viciousness, she leapt at the Vey'Ral and tore his throat out with her teeth. She left him wriggling and gurgling on the floor as she turned her attention to the other four in the room. The one called to direct her towards the others on ship was already close by. He dropped like a log after she broke his neck with a roundhouse kick. The other two realized she was a fighter and tried ganging up on her. Their skill was severely lacking though and the third dropped from a broken leg and twisted neck. The fourth tried to evade another roundhouse from Sam but she extended her reach a little more and unsheathed her claws to rip out his throat.

With all four laying on the ground either dead or dying Sam started sneaking out of the room. There was one guarding the door that she snuck up behind and twisted his neck. She pulled him away from the doorway and peeked around to see an empty corridor. Her adrenaline was on overdrive as she listened for any signs and sounds that indicated where the rest of them were. They must have already cleared the floor since she only heard sounds coming from a staircase at the end of the hall. She looked up and down and saw nothing but she did hear voices of Vey'Ral and others coming from the upper floors.

The upper deck looked like a war zone with bodies from both sides laying about. She noticed that every fallen body had scorch marks from energy based weapons. Well that explains why they were horrible with unarmed combat. They probably only know how to wrestle someone to the ground. She found a weapon laying on the ground next to a fallen crewman and shouldered it as she continued her trek down the hall. When the voices started getting louder she noticed a crewman on the ground crawling towards the med kit on the wall.

She walked over and tried to restrain him, "calm down, I'm here to help you."

She could see him turn pale at the sight of her even through his dark red fur, "please don't hurt me!"

"I said calm down. I'm hunting the Vey'Ral. Here," she pulled down the med kit from the wall, "take care of yourself. How many Vey'Ral are left on the ship?"

He stammered for a second before taking a deep breath, "nine. Five went below and four more are holding the women in the control room. We're being tractored into their ship though. There are thousands of them on that ship!"

"You heal. I'll deal with the threat." With that she stood up and walked down the hall towards the control room. The path was easy to follow with the trail of scorch marks and bodies littering the halls. It was at the control room she met the highest density of casualties and damage. She followed the wall and found a few spots that were still hot from blaster impacts.

When she stepped up to where the door used to be her heart sank. She could see three of the four in the room. Two of them were raping women bent over the control consoles and the third was just inside the door watching the show. She figured the fourth was on the other side of the doorway she was looking through. She lined up the sights on the gun and aimed for the closest that was raping the women and blasted his head off. The one at the door was startled and she got a second shot off and killed the other one raping the women. The one at the door threw himself on top of Sam to pin her down but she just rolled him off her and threw him bodily up into the metal ceiling of the hall, caving his skull in. The fourth was nowhere to be seen in the room. She grabbed the gun again and stepped into the room. Three women lay in a corner of the room with their clothing in tatters while another six were on the opposite wall. they were bruised but their clothing was still intact. At least she knew they waited to when they raped to remove the clothing.

"Where is the fourth one?" Sam looked around and waited for an answer from the scared women. None of them replied. She paused and took a deep breath to listen for any sounds. She could hear grunting and sobbing coming from another room towards the front of the control room she didn't notice at first.

The door was not open and wouldn't open for her. She got frustrated trying and turned back to the scared women. She saw one was crawling towards a gun on the ground, "you seem like a brave one. Tell me, how do I get into this room?" The cat woman dove for the gun in a last ditch effort but Sam was on top of her in the blink of an eye and holding the gun away from her. "You know, i just killed the other eight of those things on the ship and now you're trying to kill me? Not very wise. The only thing I want to do is kill the Vey'Ral. Let me into that room so I may continue my task."

The woman replied in a strange language that Sam didn't understand and she shook her head in frustration. Sam held the woman by the neck and lifted her so she could look into her eyes. She stared back defiantly but Sam was able to absorb everything she needed.

"Let me into that room and I will help you and your remaining crew get out of this alive."

The woman looked at her surprised but complied when Sam set her back down. She hit a few keys on a pad next to the door that Sam memorized and the door opened. It was a small bedroom and had what she was looking for currently ravaging a burly Tauren woman on the bed. He looked up and saw Sam standing there in the doorway. With surprising dexterity for someone so large, he rolled off the bed and stood up, using her as a body shield and continuing his deed.

Sam knew Vey'Ral didn't kill women. They coveted them like jewels but only for breeding purposes. Until they are used a Vey'Ral will not kill a woman capable of conceiving. Sam used this to her advantage and took a calculated risk. She dug her long foot claws into the carpet and with a quick flap of her wings soared across the room and over the pair. She dug her claws under his chin as she went over and pulled him backwards off the Tauren. He was taken completely by surprise with her speed and didn't get his senses back until she was latched onto his back and strangling him with surprising strength for someone so small. Her small arms were crushing his throat with incredible force and he couldn't pry her off. He tried backing her into the walls but she would either spin him around to make him land face first on the wall or they would bounce away from the wall when she kicked a foot out. Eventually he wore out and passed into unconsciousness, falling to the floor under Sam. The Tauren woman was watching dumbfounded as Sam snapped the big Vey'Ral's neck and turned to her.

Sam used the language she had just learned from the cat woman, "are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you!? My ship was just attacked by Vey'Ral and I have something I've never seen before standing in my quarters that just took out a level four being without breaking a sweat! So you tell me, how should I feel?"

"I don't know, relieved? What is a level four?"

"A very strong being. There are ten levels. I am a level three. He was a level four. Every level depicts the strength or speed in relation to size. Most beings fall in the one to five range with a few in six. Only Drakorna and the extinct Ren'Dal fall in seven through nine. Level ten is occupied by a single being and he is called the Emperor of Death."

Sam just stared at her for a minute, "well that is... interesting. Thank you for the information. Now what are we going to do about this large ship that we are being pulled into?"

"We accept our fates and kill ourselves before we become more of their harem. I myself refuse to live that life. If he hadn't been so strong and restrained me I would have killed myself."

"Isn't that a bit rash? I could protect you girls until we can get the ship out of here. I'm quite strong and fast you know."

"What could you possibly do against thousands of them? You are no god!"

"No. I am not. But I can be a demon when angry and these Vey'Ral make me very angry."

"You do what you want. Me and the rest of my crew will do what we need to."

It was in that moment that they felt the ship shudder and the sound of metal hitting metal echo through the ship. Sam just looked at the fearful expression on the Captain's face and re-shouldered her rifle. She stepped back into the control room to see the women helping each other up and getting the ravaged ones dressed.

Sam stopped the one she dealt with earlier as the captain came out of the other room, "where did they come in from?"

"One floor down, follow the halls to the med bay. They breached our hull there. What do you plan on doing?"

Sam smiled big, showing off her large incisors, "I'm going to kill them all and take their ship."

The girl blanched at the demonic look of Sam smiling, "but... how? There must be thousands of them out there!"

"Just wait and watch. Grab some weapons while you're at it in case any get past me." Sam walked past her and headed back down the hall. She passed the injured male she saw earlier and noticed he was doing much better and was wrapped up, "the women of the crew are safe now. Head to the control room and bring any weapons you find along the way." He just nodded as she continued on her way.

When she got to the med bay she saw the huge twelve foot hole in the wall of the ship. It looked like a craft specialized in hull breaching had jammed its way past the plating and opened up to let the Vey'Ral into the room. The craft itself was small with only enough room for maybe twenty beings which made sense for the small force that had invaded. The back of the vessel, however, had another door that was currently opening up.

There standing, waiting to board was about fifty Vey'Ral. All of them looked as burly as the big guy she had taken out but none of them had any weapons. Sam crouched, took aim, and started firing at their heads leaving smoldering holes where their faces used to be. In seconds she had half of the force on the ground with mortal wounds. She continued rapid firing at the crowd dropping them like flies as they tried to rush her. None of them even considered that she was slaughtering them. When the last one fell she continued into the ship, taking out every one she saw. Occasionally one would meet her at a doorway but they never lasted long since they were mostly caught by surprise.

Halfway through the massive ship, Sam came upon the room she had dreaded finding. She dispatched a Vey'Ral walking out of the room before she got a good view of the rows of chained up women of all different species. There was hundreds of them in rows like cattle, all in different stages of pregnancy. Many of them had glazed over eyes, resigned to their fate and some looked on the verge of death with over-swollen stomachs and gaunt faces. In a flash she ran through the room and killed all of the remaining Vey'Ral, most of which were in the process of raping.

She thought she had killed all of them in the room when she heard one of the women screaming. She ran over to kill what was making her scream only to catch her in the middle of giving birth. The little monster was coming out pretty fast and was about the same size as a human infant just with fur and stubs where the gliding wings would later grow to be. Sam grabbed hold of it once the head broke free and pulled it out to spare the woman any more agony. The moment it was free it started thrashing about and trying to bite her and the birther. Sam crushed its neck and ended its existence before it could become one of the many mongrels of its kind. The woman who had just given birth had a horrified expression on her face.

"How could you do that? It was only a baby!"

Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. Here this woman was raped, kept captive, and barely alive and she was remorseful for the child dying. Stockholm syndrome much? "Yeah. It was only a baby. But once it grew up it would become a raping murdering parasite. Are you saying you would rather this thing have lived?"

"Yes! My poor baby! You're a monster!"

While the woman fell into a fit of sobs, a Sergal woman next to her spoke up, "all of the women are like that. Something happens to them the last week before giving birth. They always become attached to the child. It's how they survive after birth without being killed on the spot. The effect wears off after a few days but by that point the Vey'Ral has already left on its own. So what are you anyways? You look like a Vey'Ral but you just murdered several of them and you are female."

"I am something that should not exist and I am here to end the Vey'Ral. How many of these women would want to be set free to attack their captives?"

"All of them aside from the most pregnant. They will be incapable of thinking rationally and would probably side with them. Leave them chained up and release the rest of us!"

Sam found the keys and did just that. She went around and released anyone who wasn't close to giving birth. A few of the women ran directly out and towards the hangar where they had come in but most stayed for the offensive. Sam instructed them to retrace her steps and gather weapons from the fallen Vey'Ral so they would have a fighting chance and they happily complied, running out of the room and staying in groups. Sam continued on towards the control room to try and take control of the ship, killing all of the Vey'Ral she came upon. She made it all the way to the control room without a scratch only to take a heavy blow to the side when she opened the door.

"I've been waiting for you. I could feel you approaching as you slaughtered my children. You will pay for your arrogance then you will give your body over to remaking what you destroyed!"

Sam shook her head clear and got a good look at this one. He was a lot thinner than the ones she had encountered thus far but she could easily see the tight muscles beneath his short fur. He advanced towards her and she could see him tensing in anticipation of his moves. She was wary though since the first blow he landed had hurt like hell. There would be a bruise there later if she made it out of this.

Like the others, he was not trained in combat, but his speed and strength compensated greatly for his failings. Sam was on the defensive, parrying and dodging his blows but she needed a moment to collect herself. She got her moment when he over extended and she tripped him while spinning him from a shove. Sam took a deep breath and gathered herself and her chi into her body. She hadn't needed to use what she was taught by the monks yet and it took concentration to remember what she was told. When he came at her again though she was faster, stronger, and much more focused, turning the fight in her favor quickly. It started turning really bad for the Vey'Ral when she scored a slash across his belly with her long foot claws. They cut deep and left oozing wounds that made it hard for him to stand. She ended it quickly with a knee to his face and a roundhouse kick to the neck, shattering the bones and leaving him a crumpled heap on the ground.

Sam shook out her fur and marveled at how much blood she had managed to get on herself. She wondered if the girls had managed to hold their own against any that may have gotten past her and was about to head down and check when a large ship suddenly showed up outside the windows. Seven large guns popped out of its hull and started firing at the ship.