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The Dreadnought Trilogy Pt. 1

With such a simple name like 6N45, it sounds like it could be a generic coffee maker, or perhaps even a little cable that connects a computer to its hard drive fan. But no, it's the 6th model of its kind, and N is its designation, while 45 is short for 4500 km in full size spectrum. The Dreadnought known as the Jabberwock inched its way through the black void, unable to go any faster. It had the capacity to house 7500 people in its walls, and even more if needbe. Even for a Dreadnought, it was enormous, and once served as a colony to thousands of civilians. However, that was before the whole community went completely broke, and the leaders were forced to sell the entire ship to what was known as the Gerfon Directive.

The Gerfon were, without a doubt, insane in their tactics and money-making schemes. They bought the Dreadnought for half the price it was worth and left the community it housed on some random planet to fend for themselves. After that, what happened to the Jabberwock was anything but humane. It was a vessel to store and transport some of the most vicious creatures in the system. Over the course of seven years, the Dreadnought was packed with beasts and serpents, and with one sudden attack, it all fell apart.

All it took was one single pack of pirates blowing open their hangar bay at the base of the ship, and from there, they shot down all of the guards, and all of the sick, twisted scientists were taken hostage. The Gerfon Directive hired a band of mercenaries to take back the Jabberwock, and thus Pyra, the gun-toting Wulfos, stepped onboard.

Within one single hour, it became an all out firefight. Fifty Caliber machine guns, magnum rounds, high-power plasma grenades and an ion blaster all fired off at the same time in one single docking bay. Pyra Halstark wore the armored leggings of a Trilium soldier, which was colored in a dark gray plate, and her top was a very dark blue alloy she got from the Undertown Market on Messec. She took cover behind a pillar chewed up by bullets and shrapnel. She chewed her gum as she unloaded her gigantic double barrel shotgun, two empty shells popping out as she thumbed in the next two.

Two armored pirates stood at the doorway she intended to use, the other five mercenaries she was with were somewhere else in the Dreadnought. Not that she cared, she worked better alone, and she would rather take the more dangerous route and save time than try to detour around all of the main halls. The Jabberwock was absolutely massive, and it would take hours to find alternate ways. These pirates were far different than her normal ragtag bands she was use to dealing with. The pirates boarding this vessel even had matching armor, with their ovaloid helmets that had strong resemblance to what flying saucers were once theorized to look like. Their black armor had dimly lit, red light dots all over them to signify that their life support systems were still active. The lights, of course were able to be turned off for stealth purposes, but they forgot about it more often than not.

The docking bay they were in was truly vast, and was about a hundred and fifty yards through and through, with hoist systems all around to pick up cargo from ships. There were also massive pieces of ship scattered across the floor. Most of the lights were broken, leaving very limited vision in that place. Pyra was forced to turn on her green visor that illuminated her vision. She stood still as the pirates continued to plug holes all over the pillar. It was a tough metal pillar, but she knew her cover was going to run out soon. The blue wolf-like woman held her shotgun upward, and caught a chunk of rubble in the side of her cheek. She scowled, spitting a little blood off to the side.

That was when she looked off to the side to see that one of the control panels was still active. If she were to turn around and fire her shotgun, she could obliterate one of them, but with their rapid fire, she would be in danger of catching some serious damage. She opted to lunge and roll away from the pillar, and to her surprise, their fire did not follow her. The light was so bad that not even their generic night vision sensors caught onto her through their high flash rate of their machine guns. She hid behind the rubble of a very small LTO-9 Starfighter, one that obviously wasn't supposed to be in a cargo docking bay, but she didn't pay attention to that. She jumped once again, moving surprisingly well in light plate armor. It was said to make the user lose agility, but she managed in it quite well.

Her short, red hair felt the heat of a bullet passing by. The pirates stepped away from the exit, catching sight of her and diverting her fire. She rolled out of the way of the fire, got back to her feet and fired off both barrels of her super shotgun. The knew that she hit one of them, because he crouched down, and a spatter of blood hit the wall behind him. The other did not go to his aide, deciding to take care of her first.

She was at the terminal now, and it offered very little cover from his fire. However, she pressed the hoist button, and it figured out how it moved before pressing it all the way down so that it would come straight for him. It wasn't meant to hit him, it did its job and caused him to look up.

When he saw that it was just a simple hook on an axle, he turned back toward her, but she was right in front of him. Both barrels in front of his face, one fired and blasted through his helmet. He dropped to the ground, and she took his gun. She turned to the next one who was trying to get back up, and put three rounds into his head, dropping him.

She tossed his flimsy firearm to the ground and walked out the open threshold, leaning her very large shotgun over her shoulder. The ship was a dump, everywhere she looked there was a broken circuit, bullet holes, blood, and busted terminals all around. Some doors stayed open, some stayed shut, and some opened and closed one half of the cover at random. The lights flickered everywhere she went, so she kept her visor on over her eyes, blowing a bubble through her gum and letting it pop, pulling it back into her mouth with her tongue and repeating the process.

The distant gunfire gave evidence to her "comrades" still being alive, or at least some of them. That didn't matter, though, what mattered was finding the leader of these scallywags and beheading him. Without a leader, very few pirate crews could survive under the command of their first mate. She'd seen it happen, but it was very rare.

She rolled her eyes, and looked around for a private room. Those damn pirates kept her pinned down for ridiculous amounts of time, and she hadn't used the bathroom since they left the guildhall. She tried the door closest to her, but it was offline. She could spend the time getting it to work, but it was all but useless.

The next door slid right open, and much to her delight, it was a janitor's closet, filled with the state of the art cleaning equipment, such as a mop and a mop bucket. She could smell the horrid stench of mildew from lack of use, and the cleaners on the shelf were probably coagulated by now. She estimated about ten years since this place had been used.

"Ugh." She cringed as she passed by a pile of what she could only guess was the dumping sink. Thankfully, she found another one, and it was stained and smelly, but it was a vast improvement. Even if it wasn't good enough, there were entire rows of the same sink in that very huge janitor's closet. Considering the size of this place, she could only imagine how many cleaners it needed to maintain the entire Dreadnought. She reached down to her tail plate and opened the right buttcheek plate. There was a tiny dial there, and she turned it three to the left, releasing its grip on her ass. Her butt cheeks breathed a sigh of relief as they were released from the clutches of her leggings.

She squatted over the dumping sink and sighed as she released a steady stream. Her shotgun was held down like a crutch, with her fingers on the handle, and her other forearm was laid across both her knees as she pushed out the last few trickles of piss. As she did, she didn't know whether her ears were popping, or there was a very low, guttural growling behind her. Her eyes went wide, suddenly becoming very aware of the position she was in. For the first time in a very long time, she found herself being stalked as the prey.

Whatever it was, it was rather close, and it was either tall, or it was on top of the wall behind her. She started to break out in a cold sweat, she wanted to close her butt plate, but any sudden movements would more than likely provoke whatever it was behind her. Whatever it was, it was still there, making tiny sounds, and scratching against the wall. Then there came that one critical moment when the sounds suddenly stopped. In one fluid movement, she rolled forward on her shoulder, gathering up her shotgun. She stood straight up and fired, splattering it into pieces with one gigantic shot.

Then her face twisted as the ringing in her canine ears started. The walls were narrow in this janitor's closet, and close quarters were terrible for her weapon. She looked down at the puddle of blood and gore to see that it was a Cave Mart, she'd seen one or two before, but the animal preserve had them behind a glass cage. They were ugly ass hell, with a gigantic muzzle, razor sharp teeth, huge bat-like wings, and yellow eyes. Thankfully, she couldn't recognize much of it now, except the shape of its wings.

Without another moment to lose, she closed the hatch on her rear, and popped her neck. Then, all of the noises in the entire ship began to change. There was not only gunfire, but also screaming. Pyra started walking toward the door, but then she heard something, and felt something that reminded her of a quake.

All the sudden, a huge set of claws protruded through the metal door. As the claws pulled out of the door, causing the door to bend outward toward the hall. More and more scratches started to appear on the door until the metal began to bend from the openings until they tore.

Without a moment to lose, Pyra popped both empty shells from her shotgun, and loaded up special glowing blue ammo. As the first beast burst through the hole, she unleashed a burst round through the void in the door. The little blue spots appeared on two of the basilisks that tried to make their way in. At first they seemed unphased, but soon the glowing blue beads of light expanded over their bodies, burning straight through their hardened shells. More of the snarling creatures were piled up behind them, though, and they crashed through what little was left of the husks that were once their brothers. Pyra had to think of something quick. These special dissolve rounds were especially expensive, and wasting them on the first of the ship seemed especially wasteful. She pulled her side-arm, an Angel .50 Magnum pistol and put one straight through the first dragon-like head that peaked through. The basilisks were quite insistent, though. With their six reptilian legs they were able to tear the hole bigger in the door, and the first one got through.

Pyra plugged another magnum round into the first one, but only hit its leg, causing it to break but it had five more to work with. It was slowed, but its approach was more or less uninterrupted. Its dragon-like maw snapped onto Pyra's ankle and caused her to cry out in pain, but it did not break through her plate legging.

"Fuck this!" She shouted, firing two more rounds into its head. She reached into her pack and pulled out a ball. She switched it on to a red glow, and tossed it. She switched her visor to shade her eyes as the light it emitted flooded the room. All of the basilisks in range of the sudden glow were eaten away in a horrible ray of red heat. Pyra cursed once again. A Flag Grenade cost her more than 900 Brass, and she just wasted one on a pack of fucking animals. She stood up and tested her ankle, ripping it from the basilisk's maw.

She opened the door and stepped over the remains of her fallen predators, and looked to see that there were several more to be had. The sounds she heard were definitely the cargo of this ridiculously sized spacecraft, and all of them seemed to have found their way out. Pirate armor laid about in puddles of blood, Marsh Mites, horrible speeder-sized rat-like creatures laid their carcasses everywhere. Those basilisks apparently were having a field day with some of the lesser beasts that escaped imprisonment.

It was a disgusting display, and the smell did not help, but she moved on. She removed the remaining blue shell from her shotgun, and replaced it with normal rounds. It was the last of her special rounds and she was not going to let another one go to waste.

Then she heard yet another strange noise. Something was rattling around in a metal room, screaming "Help." She decided to check it out, and came to a door with a peephole at the top of it. She was right, it was a male shouting help from what looked like a prison wing.

"Hello?" She shouted into the peephole at the front door.

"Hello?! Hey! I need help! Please get me out of here!" The burly sounding male shouted, rattling his cage.

"Calm your tits, what the hell is the problem? You're safer in there than you are out here." Pyra tried to see who was talking, but the cages inside all looked empty. She could only imagine that there was another cell past the two she could see right then.

"Are you kidding? I just killed a Marsh Mite that came in through the vents! Please! Get me the hell out of here!" He shouted, echoing through the metal and glass that held him captive.

"What's in it for me?" Pyra said, rubbing her thumb over a grease spot on her gun barrels.

"I'm head of security on his vessel! I know the entire Dreadnought inside and out! I can help you!" His voice sounded more reasonable all of the sudden.

"Hmmm, well that sounds pretty good, but I dunno..." She sounded distant.

"I also know where they have four thousand brass!" He shouted.

"Alright, give me a second." She said, pulling out her glowing green combat knife. She inserted it into the control panel on the door and cut straight through the keypad. She pulled it to the threshold until it finally snapped, and the section of the door fell off. She ducked under and squeezed through the opening, walking into the cell.

The male inside the armored glass was an Ursana, a bear-like species. He was red furred, and he was quite broad-shouldered, with some seriously nice, tightly muscled arms. His hair was quite long on his head, giving evidence that he had been in there for quite some time.

"Ah, a Wulfos, damn, you got some seriously nice..." His eyes looked up from her firm, handful breasts, up to her face where she gave him an annoyed look. "Gadgets." He finished.

"Pyra Halstark, and you are?"

"The name's Riggs, Riggs Manola. I was head of security back when this was sold to the Gerfon Directive."

"Well, what a coincidence, they're the ones who hired me. How many pirates invaded this vessel?"

"I'd say about a good three hundred of them. They're a pretty well-funded bunch with the kind of weaponry they're packing, but if what I heard what I thought I heard, it doesn't look like there's a whole lot of them left." The bear-like man knocked his knuckles against the glass. "I've been trying to get the hell out of this cell to get back to my job, but as you can see, it's pretty well built."

She looked in his cell, apparently, he's had to live in some pretty rough conditions for a minute now. There was a puddle in the corner of his cell, and blood all over the floor where the Marsh Mite got in, and he did, indeed kill it, but there wasn't much left.

"Look, I was starving, alright? I've survived so far."

The glass was quite difficult to penetrate, but she got it done with her specially made combat knife, a custom made photon blade. He finally got free of his cell, and she held her nose.

"Let me guess, they didn't let you bathe." She said, as the musk of dead flesh and shit flooded her senses all at once.

"Nope, but it's alright. There's a showering quarters just down here." He said, and walked down past the other two cells, making six in all. At the end of the wing, there was a locker room. He got to one of the lockers, and smashed his fist into the bottom of it. He smashed it four times in all before it was finally bent enough for him to get his hand underneath it and pull it free. "Freeman always did leave his key card in here." He said, his eyes looking down at the card as he pulled it from Freeman's civilian clothes. He spent a good few seconds looking it over, and clenched it in his fist.

"You need a minute?" Pyra said, spitting her gum to the wall, having lost its flavor some time ago.

"I'll be fine." He said in a somber voice. That was when he went through other lockers of guys he knew, picking up their little snacks, gum, and cigarettes. Then he hit pay dirt and held up a very large assault rifle B-99 with laser scope. That, and two extra magazines full of ammo, was all that was in that particular locker.

"Seriously? They can keep guns in their lockers?" Pyra looked it over, seeing that it wasn't too bad of a weapon overall.

"They're not supposed to, but management was a bunch of dicks, and we just gave up trying to care after a while." He said, bringing the gun with him.

Riggs walked over to the doors in between the lockers. He pressed the keycard onto the panel, and the doors unlocked. As he pocketed the card, he walked into a very large lavatory, one with five sinks on either side of the entrance, and six bathroom stalls. However, what they wanted was the ten shower heads at the end of the room.

Without hesitation, Pyra reached behind her and closed the doors, putting them on lockdown. She wanted to make sure no pesky beasts interrupted her while she washed off the day. Then she started unlatching her body armor. Riggs followed suit, and got out of his old blue security uniform, and throwing them in the trash bin, never wanting to smell them again, dirty or clean.

Neither of them would ever admit it, but they both sneaked peeks at one another to size them up. Pyra almost floored herself when she saw a swinging, massive dick and balls as it flopped up and down when he took off his underwear. And it grew harder as he got a glimpse of her nicely rounded tits with slightly darker blue colored areolas in comparison with her fur. That, and the very tiny triangle landing zone she shaped from the pubic hairs right above her small, tight-looking quim.

She turned toward the showers, and held up her Angel .50, and he admired the rather large, silver-chrome pistol.

"Expecting company?" Riggs grinned at her, and her pupils turned to look at him.

"Maybe, or maybe I don't trust men I just met and got naked in front of." Her snide remark was followed by a look downward. Her eyes widened just a little, and her hand reached over and tapped the tip of his hard-on, making it bob up and down. "Case and point." She walked into the shower section, seeing that towels were still hanging on the racks. Each shower head had one dispenser, and two buttons. Each button was labeled "Gel and Shampoo." She walked up to one of the shower heads closer to the corner, and placed her gun on the small shelf that held personal toiletries.

The two of them showered on opposite sides of the room. With all that was going on, Pyra forgot that she hadn't showered since yesterday morning, and just being in this place made her feel greasy. The sweating didn't help either.

"So how much are they paying you?" He said, his fingers lathering up his hair.

"Five thousand brass." She said as she ran her fingers down to her armpits, leaving a trail of soap bubbles. "Plus the four thousand you're going to pay me."

"I'd say you're making off like a bandit. All of the pirates are getting killed out there, and you're in here, pampering yourself. Damn, wish I'd thought of being a mercenary."

"A job like this doesn't just pop up on the schedule every day. Not to mention I've already wasted about two thousand in artillery just doing the job."

"I could point you in the direction of the ammo dump here on the ship, that is, if you're willing to put in a little extra credit."

Without warning, a hand grasped his already hardening cock from behind, he jumped a little bit, then turned to look at her. She was on her knees, and her hand had soap on it to give her a very comfortable lube as she started stroking him.

"I think we could arrange a little something, but only if you got a clean tool." She said as she looked around his waist to see his very large, reddish-brown cock soaped up with her hand. She made sure to rub the soap into his shaft, and even rub the middle of her palm over the glans. Pyra took a little joy in hearing him breathe harder. "More soap." She said as she held her other hand up. Riggs took some more from the dispenser, and put it in her palm. She rubbed her hands together, and used them both on his bulbous balls. She even gave his scrotum a few pinches here and there.

His raging boner was now pointed upward, and she leaned it up more to rinse it all off in the running shower water. When she was finally satisfied that it didn't smell like Hell's sewage system, she stuffed it into her mouth. Her warm mouth ran over his pulsing hot rod while her hands pumped closer to the base of his shaft. After a moment, she held the head of his phallus, and jerked it while her tongue slid over his testicles.

The water wasn't all that hot, but Riggs was sweating hard. His hand slid through her wet hair and gripped the back of her cranium. Pyra brought his excessively large cock back into her mouth and sucked on the top half of it, not skilled enough in the act of fellacio to take in the rest of it. She instead caressed his balls with her hand, pulling on them and holding them softly. Without even thinking about it, her hand trailed down to her aching wet lips, and slid two fingers into her slit.

He looked down at the blue wolf woman with short hair work her head back and forth as her lips caressed his throbbing manhood. It wasn't long before he started softly thrusting his hips into face fucking her. He tested her limits rather well as his fat cock poked against the entire back of her mouth. She'd finally had enough, and pulled it out, gasping and spitting a little.

She looked up at him, caressing his hard abs with her hands as she stood up to him face to face. The red bear man, and the blue wolf woman locked lips as he pushed her into the wall just under the shower. She lifted her leg up to his hip as he explored her mouth with his tongue, and her hand rubbed over his chin.

The art of lovemaking was not unknown to Pyra, it's just that she hadn't done it all that much in her travels. So, it'd been a minute since she had a nice, thick dick penetrate her tight little hole, and as he pushed it in between her spread legs. Her eyes widened, and her mouth hung agape as the monstrous head dug into her warm wet opening. It took her no time at all to start gasping with each thrust, her heart raced as he held her leg more upward and continued to hump her at a wonderful pace. Her hands grasped onto his face, and held on for dear life, clawing at him a little bit, but he showed no signs of it deterring him.

His butt clenched hard as he started to bang her, their collaborative juices trickling and squirting out of her as he pumped her like a water trough. His gigantic cock pistoned in and out of her, and soon he found himself sweating bullets, and cringing. She was a tight one, and soon the strangulation of his hardened penis was taking its toll on him. From the feel of it, and her twitching leg, she had already cum twice, and was building up to her next one. With just one more thrust, his firehose blasted upward into her. The thick cream shot her cervix point blank, and her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, burying her face into his massive chest. As the third load shot inside of her, she came for a third time. Riggs finally let her leg down, and he slid out of her as she trailed down the wall with her ass hitting the floor. She looked up at him in great surprise as his orgasm was not yet complete, and he shot one more smaller load all over her tits and face.

Still, her head leaned back, and her eyes wandered for a little bit. She'd only been able to reach that type of orgasm from two hours by herself, and a nice big, purple rubber cock that vibrated from 1 to 11. The thick jizz gushed from her well fucked quim, and whirled around with the still running water, spiraling down the shower drain.

They turned off the shower, and he helped her back over to the sink area, where there were two parallel benches. They dried off, and he found some smokes from one of the lockers. Red Sand Cigarettes, the pack said, she'd never smoked this exact type before, but she was having one now.

"So, where's this ammo dump you just fucked my brains out for?" She looked over at him, all but ready for him to laugh at her for how stupid she was to believe him.

"It's near the bridge, probably where the head pirate guy is skulking." He said, and drew in another long drag.

She raised her eyebrows at him, and nodded. Perhaps this wasn't going to be such a bad job after all. She was all for getting her hands dirty, so long as it was worth the trouble.

Speaking of trouble, though, there came another very loud clatter at the door. Something had broken through. After hearing the little scrapes and high pitched squeaking, it sounded like a lot of things broke through. Then there came another large, boisterous smashing at the door, causing it to bend inward, with a low growl to follow.

Pyra had no time to get her armor back on, and kicked herself for staying naked for so long. Still, she had her gear, and she strapped on her shotgun, and got her magnum strapped to her side, along with her combat proton blade strapped to her other.

Riggs armed himself with his newly found assault rifle, and made sure that there was one in the chamber.

As a giant, hulking beast burst through the door, smaller creatures scattered in its wake. Its red skin and horns gave it the look of a devil. And the two new companions took aim.