Jettisoned (Part 1)
One of the few things I have been working on lately. Will post a part a week or maybe 2. Really depends on how work is going and how creative im feeling (if creative at all)
Bud of mine wants me to write something a little more violent and gritty so here we go. It will get more detailed and bloody as it comes along in story
Hope ya'll enjoy.
(If you see a typo of some sort gimme** a yell. I type this shit out half drunk as it is there is no telling what slips through my proofreads)**
If you see something in the label that doesn't fit in the story here don't flip out on me. That will mean its included later on in the series (If I continue it at least) for example: vaginal, anal, rape, pseudo rape, romance. Shit like that. If you don't see it right away it will most likely mean it will be included later down the line.
"Would you hurry the fuck up Jason. It shouldn't take this long to splice a few cables"
A stern coyote sat at the helm. A leg propped up on the captain's console, an annoyed expression on his face. A few feet away from him a bushy black and white tail of a raccoon sticking out from an electrical panel flicked back and forth nervously. The occasional puff of smoke and sickening smells of burning plastic and solder trailing out.
"I'm sorry sir, it's giving me more trouble than usual. Last technician who worked on it did a shoddy job at it."
It had been an ongoing issue. With the ship being as old as it was there was a constant flow of mechanical and electrical malfunctions that always plagued the inhabitants.
"Of course he did..." It was said more so to himself. "I'm heading down to mess. As soon as you are done radio me so we can broadcast station."
He didn't stay long enough to hear the raccoon's reply. The continuous stress he was going through often made him feel ill but he was sure it was an empty stomach stacked with the offensive solder. Stepping onto the lift he entered in the desired floor number. A buzzing sound came from the control box but was quickly silenced with a heavy fist to the side with his fist.
"WORK you fuckin pig!"
The lift reluctantly came to life and began it's descent. He rested his back against the wall of the lift closed his eyes and he hooked his thumb on his belt.
He was rather tall for a coyote. Standing at a proud 6'5 he was a menacing sight in his hellish black uniform. A high thick collar hid his neck, the fur around the base of his skull nearly worn off due to the extended periods of time with a helmet on. A single broad shoulder plate on his left carried the white vulture insignia of his unit. A black plate carrier carried the same insignia over his heart with the addition of "Thumper" over his back across his shoulders. He was a door kicker, his role of taking point and breaching doors while his unit swept in like a wave of wrath clearing building after building in search of their intended target. A few pockets were added to the modular vest as well as the intimidating double edge bayonet style knife that slept in its sheath on his right breast.
_ ~Um sir I'm going to have to order a part from commissary to fix this properly~ _
"Fine whatever it takes to get this shit done once and for all."
_ ~T-there seems to be another issue....Apparently there are some issues in cell block D. They are asking for your assistance.~ _
The coyote-Corvin-let out an exhausted sigh before replying. "Fine...Guess I can eat tomorrow". He wanted to beam the radio at the rumbling wall of the lift. But kept his composure. "I'm giving you 4 hours to get broadcast system up and running, if it isn't done by then I'm sticking you in a cellblock and forgetting about you until next station."
_ ~Yes sir... Will be done well before then~ _
Corvin didn't bother to reply. He didn't need to. It would get done even without the use of threats.
The doors to the lift opened, the hulking shape of a bull met his gaze. Dwarfing the somewhat giant coyote he was nearly 8 whopping feet tall. Chest plate as thick as a thumb and armored from hoof to throat the only part of him exposed was his ash gray face and an imposing set of carved horns .His face a mangled mess. A monstrous gash ran through his left eye all the way down to his nostril giving his face an almost cleaved look. He sported the same insignias as Corvin.
"We seem to have some problems among the savages" The bull gave a bored huff
Corvin greeted the bull with a knowing smirk "And a big ugly mean fucker like you couldn't handle this yourself? Did you leave your big girl panties on last planet?"
The bull-Mok-seemed to have not noticed the rude remark from the canine, or simply didn't care. "Fox, female, gang related, homicide with improvised weapon. Also in possession of narcotics. Seems to have shived a neighboring prisoner for what we believe is gang related drama."
They both entered a small observatory station, four wide glass windows overlooked a football sized courtyard. The courtyard itself was jam packed with creatures of all races and sizes. Even genders. After all the amount of subjects they had it was rather expensive to keep the genders separated. As long as they didn't and start killing guards what they did to each other was none of their concern for the most part.
"Is she in the hole?" Corvin gave Mok a sidelong glance, the humor was gone.
"Yes. We didn't waste any time seizing and isolating her. We also Isolated her cell mates just in case." Mok nodded his head towards the masked guard at the console. Flipping a switch a ring came from the door on the left side of the room. The two strode down the walkway connected to the observatory tower that stood overlooking the prisoners. They passed the occasional steel door. Metal slits in each door gave enough view to see the prisoner it contained, enough room to stick a foam food tray through, but not enough for a prisoner to slash at a guard with an improvised knife of fling fluids. Fluids most likely being urine or rotten food and drink, worse case feces. But someone with an exceptionally small arm could like a ferret, otter, or a small feline of some kind.
Finally arriving at their intended cell the bull pounded at the head of the door "Prisoner, stand up. Turn your back to the door, and lean against the wall opposite of the door with your hands against the wall.
Corvin slid the view panel slightly to get a view of the subject. She wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"You sure this is the correct cell cow?" Corvin was emotionless.
"I put the wiry bitch in here myself. Unless you think she turned into liquid and slid under the door she is going to be in there." The bull seemed slightly annoyed by his question
Waving his wrist over a small scanner panel on the wall the door squealed slightly as it was unlocked and opened. The inside of the cell seemed empty. The two males stepped in with the cell.
"Well now that you mention it I'm pretty sure she did turn into liquid and escaped..."
The bull huffed. "I put her in here myself, nearly had to hog tie her to-"
A lithe figure landed on top of the bull. Claws scratching and clawing at the bulls old scars. The enraged bull bellowing not out of pain but sheer rage. He groped at the female trying to get a good hold of her. Corvin attempted to assist without getting trampled by the tank of a mammal.
"You little tart when I get a hold of you i'm going to turn you into a fucking book cover!" Mok was beyond enraged. But the bull's hatred could not protect the little bit of exposed flesh. Thick yellowed claws scratched and tore at his face. Lunging at her foot Corvin only received a foot to the bridge of the nose and a heavy handed punch to the gut from the flailing cow. Mok's roars turned to panicked bellows as he was felled. The female had destroyed his face, or what was left of it. The long chasm of a scar that had divided the bull's face was now reopened. The white of his skulls showing through the torn flesh for an instant before the crimson blood welled from his wound and engulfed his face in an avalanche of pain and blood. He cradled his face. Not only was his face now entrenched but his remaining eye had been gouged. He was blind, and terrified.
Recovering from the temporary daze Corvin rushed to his companion. The female had bolted from the cell as soon as the larger male had fallen. He didn't stay long enough to help Mok with his wounds, there was nothing he could do about them at that moment.
"Three six three this is Corvin in pursuit of inmate. Female, cell block D. Lockdown hallways NOW!"
~This is six thr-~
The message was ended abruptly. Each cell block had a number of observation stations that monitored inmates and controlled the entrances and exits to the block courtyards. The one he was trying to contact happened to be three six three, the main observatory station that had priority security access. His pace and picked up once the door came into view. The door was wide open and the lights had a redish shade to them. Once closer he could see Mok's wrist PDA on the floor with a cracked screen, she had ripped it off in the struggle and used it to open the door.
Entering the room he was greeted with the site of three six three's operator slumped back in his chair. Lifeless arms hung at his sides as blood still trickled from his gaping neck. Hardened yellow claws made easy work at fish hooking the poor sod's neck and ripping it open like a granola wrapper.
"Holy fucking christ..." He was left speechless. While gore was not an unfamiliar sight but it was eye opening with the amount of carnage that was caused in such a short amount of time from one individual.
"Three six nine report!"
His radio stuttered for a second before the scratchy blown speaker spouted.
~This is three six nine! We are currently locking down main corridors! Security bulkheads are not closing! Requesting overrides fo~
The radio cut out before the voice could finish. A shotgun could be heard in the background of the transmission and panicked commands bellowed. Rushing to the console the display was red with warnings and system failures. As old as the system was it lacked finesse in fail safe and was easy to malfunction when given too many commands or conflicting commands. After disposing of the console's operator she was somehow able to activate the emergency oxygen flush stacked with bulkhead locks. In the extreme case of emergency in the event of cell block take over or uncontrollable fire the bulkheads would open and expose the contents of the level to the vacuum of space. This jettisoning any would be rioters and snuffing a severe ship fire out at the cost of what or whoever was on the level. Activating both had closed the outer bulkheads that sealed oxygen to the level but opened the interior doors and bulkheads. Doing so meant that the cell courtyard gates were now open.
There was nothing he could do from there. The display was frozen. The combination of commands confusing the outdated system and causing it to crash. The only way to fix the issue would be to get a technician but there was no telling if it was even possible to get to one in time. Looking out the reinforced glass window the courtyard was a savage sea of moving fur and flesh. The inhabitants on the cell block waging war on both itself and the outside. A flood of orange jumpsuits rushing through each entrance and exit of the cell block. There was no "fixing" the issue from there. He would have to get to another floor to have the system overrided. Shaking his head a rush of rage washed over him but as he turned around it was replaced with confusion and dullness as the butt of a gun cracked him in the forehead. The fur of his brow began to matt and stick with the welling cut that was inflicted.
"One more move pig and I blow your fucking head off!" It was the female.
He couldn't respond. His vision blackened with a shadow of pain his head swam after being bludgeoned with the steel butt of the shotgun she now held. He felt ill.
" What floor are we on!" Spittle flew from her mouth from the frenzy she was in.
"Cell...Cell block D...Call for surgeon, Mok...Mok injur-" His speech was severely slurred.
"Shut the fuck up pig!" She rewarded him with another crack, this time to the throat.
He sobered slightly. The crushing feeling jumpstarted his senses and he grasped at his throat. Hacking and gagging and tried to crawl away from the armed fox. He was once again rewarded, this time with her kicking him in the groin. If the crack to the throat didn't help return his senses the groin shot surely did. Turning around on the ball of her heel she jogged to the lift and ascended to a higher floor.
Corvin couldn't think straight. Head pounding, breathing ragged and could do nothing but lay and clutch at his throbbing and sore manhood. Manhood not just being his genitals but also his pride.
It wasn't long before he heard the lift coming to life once more.
"Oh ho ho what do we have here eh?" Just by the sound of the voice, he knew it belonged to a greasy imp of a being.
"Not every day you get to see pig's on their hands and knees..." This voice belonged to something larger. Dumber, but larger. The words were slower and almost forced.
Corvin rolled to his side, still gripping his groin. The newest members of the party lazily walking towards him. Taking point was a gangly looking ape of some kind. He was slumped slightly. Poor posture. The upper half of his orange jumpsuit was down, the straps to the top nearly dragging on the ground while exposing the wiry muscle of the apes chest and shoulders with a faded tank top with yellowed stains around the collar. Rotting green and black teeth danced in his mouth while wicked eyes measured and weighed the grounded coyote. Stopping a few feet away the ape -now obviously a chimp at closer glance- crouched. His swollen knuckles rested on the ground between his feet. Putrid breath offended Corvin's nose as he spoke.
"Dawwwwwww Mo he looks like he has a boo boo... Think maybe we could help him out?" His lips parted again forming a wicked smile, it only looking even more menacing with the display of fetid teeth.
"Poor little puppy..." It was a horse of some kind. Larger than life he was no better as far as condition goes. Patches of hair missing it exposed the dry flaking skin that lie underneath making it obvious he was not one for hygiene. Scars riddled the equine's neck and face like the spots on a leopard.
"Yea. Maybe we should take a look at his boo boos for him...You be a good little bitch and we won't carve you up like the last little piggy we came across." It was obvious what the chimp was talking about.
"You even think it and it will be the last thought you have monkey boy." Corvin hissed at them. He didn't bother getting up just yet. He rather liked his vantage point.
"Heh heh. Little pup has some fight in him still. Don't be too rough on him pony, I want to have a turn too." He was just about vibrating on his feet with excitement. A tendril of drool escaping his maw.
"Hold still little dog and you might actually enjoy this."
By now the horse who was presumably named 'Mo' was striding towards Corvin, rubbing his crotch, the hardening outline of his erect cock showing through his jumpsuit bottoms. Corvin gritted his teeth in anger, propping himself up with his arms he scootched away. He made it very clear he was not going to be a willing subject to the newest party game. The gap between them was nearly closed. With a tug the horse had dropped the top of his jumpsuit down and unzipped. A hand reached down and gripped the rigged pole of a horse cock. Before he could pull himself out of his suit Corvin went into motion. Propping up with his arms he had put himself in a prime position. With the force of a swinging sledge hammer he kicked at the horse's leg. With a wet pop the heel of the boot connected with the horse's knee causing it to snap backwards at the knee. With gurgling scream he fell to the floor thrashing. The occasional panicked whinney escaped his lips.
"What the fuck did you do!" The ape was back to his feet. The menace in his eyes was now replaced with confusion and a hint of fear. His teeth now bared in a sign of aggression that most chimps showed.
"Oh look... poor pony has a boo boo..." The coyote couldn't help but taunt.
Hate had returned to the confused chimp's eyes. With a yank he pulled a crude knife from his waist by its lanyard. While the steel may not be tempered and the knife not properly ground to a clean edge the rust splotched blade was still enough to inflict a serious if not fatal wound if allowed. Coming up to eye level now Corvin couldn't help but return the chimps prior devious smile with a blood chilling grin of his own. With slow but deliberate motions of his own he drew his own knife, his being high carbon steel with a proper edge and eight inches of sharpened blade.
"C'mon circus act...show me how you use that in the showers." His knife danced back in forth with clean strokes through the air. While he had over a foot of height over the chimp and was thicker in build apes were known for their strength, being gangly didn't mean he couldn't break an arm if he got a hold of it. But he was confident that his knife skills were more honed.
Circling each other knives in hand the two glared each other with unblinking eyes. Knuckles white from the death gripping their blades. The occasional swipe from either one broke the tension in the air as they probed each other's reflexes. The ape's lips flicked up to expose his rotting teeth once more as he lunged at Corvin in a flurry of swings. Ducking under the chimp's arm he slashed upwards and opened the muscled forearm of the ape. Without hesitation the chimp retaliated with a swing of the opposite arm, catching Corvin off guard as he took the jab to the side of the face and splitting his lip. Pressing the assault he attempted to stick the coyote with the crude hand ground blade. It was a mistake. In a flash Corvin had grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards him. Following with a sharp twist of the wrist he slammed the palm of his hand against the elbow of the ape's extended arm, and with a dull thump had broken it. A scream broke the silence of the tussle but was squelched almost immediately. Grabbing the chimp by the throat with one arm he locked his head in the crook of his arm. With a swift powerful movement Corvin drove the knife in the chimp's hip. With a sharp pull he dragged the razor sharp edge through the ape's gut up to his right breast. Without the support the weight of his intestine forced his entrails to fall through the chasm of a wound and tumble to the floor in a disgusting wet coil that resembled gory rope. He was in shock. His eyes were wide and mouth hanging open. His back went rigged and his entire body stiffened. Letting go of his neck Corvin let the ape fall to the ground, lifeless.
He was pure rage. His lips snarled and teeth bared spittle flew from his mouth as he drew long ragged breaths. Foam was forming at the corners of his mouth as he stood white knuckling the now bloodied blade. He was almost deaf to the sounds of the horse's screams.
He bent over one last time to wipe the blade across the back of the ape's shirt and sheathed it. Stepping over the writhing horse he made his way to lift and closed the doors to make his climb to the next floor, in search for fox and leaving the crippled horse alone to scream in agony alone.
"Better hope I don't find you"