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Once everyone was accounted for, Callie locked the door so the meeting could get underway.

The captains of the other ships had been surprised the meeting wasn't taking place in the conference room as usual, but it was not until they saw the Admiral in such a compromising position that any of them spoke up.

"Don't tell Erika I said this, but respectfully Admiral, if I had known what to expect, I would have brought a camera." Mike said. "Do we all get a turn, or just get to watch Laci have all the fun?"

"Pervert." his first officer Dana commented, nudging Mike with her elbow.

"This ain't a social call." Maya said briskly. " 's jus time fer a trim, s' lets git down t' buisness."

The captains and first officers of the Earthships felt their ears get hot and couldn't help blushing of embarassment. At the same time they found themselves torn between making eye contact to be polite, and trying to avert their gaze so as not to be what they considered disrespectful. The captain and first officer from the mining ship however thought nothing of it, maintaining eye contact as usual.

"S' come t' mah attention some a' y'all aint happy bout divertin t' rescue the priests' ship." Maya began, opening discussion of the first issue to be addressed.

"That is correct, Admiral. " the captain of the mining ship said. "My crew and I believe it is a waste of valuable resources better served to maintain the fleet. "

"I agree." James, captain of the CSS Lee added. "Those priests are native to this expanse, from what I understand they don't even follow several of your major deitys, and the ones they do follow, they interpet the faith in a way contradictory from most Canid cultures. "

"It is highly unlikely these priests support the Xians in any way." Mike, captain of the CSS Jackson offered in rebuttal. "Their beliefs would contradict that as well. From what we have seen, with the Xians its all or nothing, convert or die." he paused. "On the otherhand, while their beliefs may seem strange, it is entirely possible their path is right for them. How did that Pyrenees priestess put it...Something along the lines of :The path to enlightenment has many roads" or something like that..."

"Ah agree." Maya said. "If'n we kin help, we must. 'Sahdes from what Kayla reported, they're offerin a pretty big payday. Enuff t' make a lot a' problems go away." she paused, noticing the distasteful look from the mining ship captain, then added "Wors' case scenario if'n we have t' tow their ship, its 3 days the coordinates they gave Kayla as bein their "Sacred Temple". Then we're back on course, searchin fer X. Ah'll note yer objections in mah log, but mah decision stands. Next issue."

"Procreation." Mike said. "The mandatory sexual relief initiative you instituted has helped morale greatly...but James and I have both noticed a lot of our crewmen expressing a desire to have offspring..."Just in case" we end up out here a lot longer than we planned. I was thinking Natalie's special innoculation could help with that...but we would need a female version too."

"Natalie's workin on that." Maya said. "Grayden left some helpful notes, things she hadn' thought t' try, an' results look promisin. "

"What about my proposal?" James asked. "Have you had a chance to read the papers I sent over concerning ultrasonic warfare?"

"The "Brown Note"?" Maya asked. "Ah read the papers cover t' cover, an' the problem's differin aural anatomy. The frequency that works fer humans aint the same fer other species. Ah had Tina build a prototype machine, an she tested it on several people includin mahself, with no effect. She eventually managed t' find the right frequency fer Canids like me, really pissin' Sarah off in the process, but so far has yet t' make any progress with the Xian prisoners in mah brig." she paused. "We've also tested exposin' em t' a multitude a chemical and biological agents, varios forms a' radiation, electricity, extreme temperatures, various colors and frequencies a flashin' lights, various rf frequencies an' explosive decompression. Fer the most part, their bodies're even less resilliant than humans, but they got a high tolerance for Gamma Radiation, an' their hemoglobin is based on lead instead a' iron like ours or yers. We're still testin tryin' t' find the resonant frequency fer a Brown Note weapon t' work. In the meantime, stick with what we know, large heavy caliber projectiles, an' high density energy weapons work best."

From her position guarding the door, Callie added : "The frequencies Tina has thus far identified which affect various Mammilian races are ultrasonic in nature, well outside the range of human hearing, and for demonstration purposes the tone will be played through earbuds, for an interval of four seconds. Given Admiral Maya's medical condition this should be sufficient to show it works, yet insufficient to cause a full event." She handed a datapad and Canid earbuds to Mike who was closest to her position, instructing him to pass it down to Maya, and then returned here full focus to security duties.

Laci continued her grooming with a fur comb and scissors, paying little mind to the conversations of the meeting. She didn't even look up from her work when she saw James' first officer hand Maya a datapad and earbuds. As a former combat pilot her security clearance was sufficient she knew all about "Project Mindfuck" and it came as no surprise the Admiral would demonstrate the progress herself.

Maya pressed the canid earbuds tightly into place, and tapped the activation symbol on the datapad's touchscreen. She instructed everyone to watch her canine butthole closely, as a timer on the datapad counted down from ten seconds until the tone would activate.

When the timer reached 0, an ultrasonic tone of 42db in volume erupted from the earbuds, and the effect was immediate. Maya's huge canine anus quivered and puckered outward momentarily, before gaping wide open, causing Maya to expel a huge fart in the process. Through the enormous open hole, everyone could clearly see the muscular ripples of peristaltic waves as Maya's body strained to expel a massive cement-hard scatlog despite the kuvasz clenching her rumpcheeks, and making every conscious effort to avoid using the bathroom.

Owing to the position her work necessitated, Laci caught the full force of Maya's flatulent outburst, but didn't seem bothered by it. It wasn't the first time someone had farted in her face while she worked, and most likely wouldn't be the last, but such came with the job. She didn't comment on the matter, and instead simply waited for the demonstration to finish so she could resume her work.

Despite not being directly exposed to the sound, Laci and Callie both mentioned abdominal cramping, and the delegation from the mining ship both reported feeling a similar sensation.

Dana, Mike's first officer, theorized that despie its sound damping properties, either the material the earbuds were made of, or the electro-optical cable connecting them to the datapad were caused to vibrate by the sound the speaker modules produced, micro-resonating at that frequency sufficient enough a faint sound most likely in the range of 0.1-0.3db escaped into the surrounding air. The weak nature of this 'bleed through' signal accounting for Callie and the other canids only experiencing minor effects.

After four seconds that felt like an eternity, the tone ended, and Maya's tailhole quivered reflexively a few times before the giant sphincter finally closed up tightly, at which point Laci resumed her work.

"Impressive." James' first officer said. "Now if we can just find the right frequency to affect the Xians, this could be very useful."

"Ah agree." Maya said. "The armory's bin workin' on a prototype ultrasonic energy rifle fer field use, but the primary means a' delivery'll likely be a high energy ping from a modified comm array designed t' make a enemy ship's hull resonate at the right frequency, assumin we kin fahnd what that frequency is."

"As for conventional weapons." Callie spoke up again, "Rifles such as the 20mm Tactical Assult Rifle I'm carrying work best, though the recoil is much too strong for the average human to shoot accurately under battlefield conditions. the 20x112mm round it fires is comparable to Earth Anti-Material rifles, although it develops significantly more chamber pressure. The hydraulic recoil buffers dampen felt recoil to roughly equivalent to Earth's .50BMG round." She paused, then, "Based on experiments and dissected corpses we have determined that wound size and kinetic energy transferrence are the most important factors, with velocity being secondary to that. To that effect, Tina and I have run various simulations based on information from Earth's munitions database, and come up with several options to improve your infantry weapons."

".50BMG is the largest caliber we have with us." James pointed out. "Aside from 20mm and 30mm chaingun rounds used on aerospace fighters, and various autocannons based on Mammilian technology. We have railguns as well, but the power and weight of materials needed would make a man-portable gauss-type weapon unfeasable. Our R&D team ran into similar issues attempting to replicate Mammilian plasma, laser, and particle beam rifles, in all cases either requiring a noisy backpack mounted generator, or being tethered to a nuclear reactor which would have to be inadequately shielded to have any measure of portability, thus requiring soldiers to wear anti-radiation suits.

" 'S not necessarily true." Maya said."Tina kin show ya how t' make high energy power cells usin' superconductive crystals. Such batteries'd be more than sufficient fer yer needs."

"You said wound size and kinetic energy are more important than velocity." Mike chimed in. "What about a submachinegun based on the .50AE pistol round?"

"Theoretically that would be an improvement, but I had something else in mind." Callie said. "Take one of your 20mm chaingun rounds, shorten the case to about 50mm or so, and fit it with a bullet cast from solid silver. This should remain hard enough to provide adequate penetration, while being soft enough to expand inside the target, transferring more kinetic energy to the wound. With hydraulic recoil buffers the resulting recoil, while brisk by human standards, would still be mild enough humans could shoot it accurately." She paused then, "Additionally a suitable pistol and submachinegun round could be derived by shortening the Earth standard 7.62mm rifle cartrige from 51mm to 25mm and fitting a 14.5mm bullet similarly cast of solid silver. with hydraulic buffers, projected recoil would be only slightly more than your current .50AE handguns, and could be further reduced in a submachinegun as well." She handed Mike a datapad, adding "This has all the relevant data, and shcematics for designing the proposed weapons, as well as my notes and scematics for building a portable gauss rifle."

Mike looked over the contents of the datapad, then handed it to Dana with instructions to pass it around. "Looks good." Mike commented. "But given neither my ship nor the CSS Lee have factories aboard to mass produce such weapons, once we have built working prototypes we would be dependant on your people to manufacture them."

"That ain't gonna be a problem." Maya said. "Thanks t' the minin' ship we got more than enough resources t' do it."

"Yes." the mining ship captain agreed. "refining the necessary materials will not be a problem."

"Good." Mike said. "I have a feeling when we find X we're going to need all the advantages we can get."

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Meanwhile, at the same time the meeting continued to progress, Hank had Aptil on her back, knees pushed up to her chest, and rump hanging off the bed in such a way gravity held the hybrid's fluffy tail out of the way. Rather than lube April inside and out as he would with Karen, he simply slicked his thick cock thoroughly and rammed it up April's huge canine butthole with one quick thrust.

True to her word, April was indeed clean inside. The lack of scat gave an odd but good sensation. A hot slippery tunnel with slick walls which felt as soft as silk despite the powerful muscle contractions. Judging by the way her rectal muscles seemed to try to expel his cock rather than trying to suck it deeper, Hank surmised April wasn't very experienced with sex at all, let alone anal. He was pleasantly surprised that despite her otherwise humanlike appearance, April's loveholes were as purely canine on the inside as they were on the outside. At least her butt was, anyway.. He hadn't tried her Honeypie yet, but given how her butt felt it was logical to assume her Honeypie was similarly "All Bitch" as well.

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Having taken over for Hank, May watched on the security room monitors as, following another mutual climax, Tom pulled out of Karen, and began to clean the scat and lube from his cock. Karen leaked a little brown tinged lube after Tom pulled out, but quickly clenched her tailhole before too much was spilled.

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Tom licked his hands clean when he finished. Karen seemed a little surprised by that, but considering the things she knew Maya was into it was tame. At the same time she found his willingness to do so very pleasing.

When Tom finished cleaning his fingers, he collected a plastic bag, instructing Karen to squat while he held the open end beneath her furry rump.

"You want me to use the bathroom /here/ ?" Karen questioned.

"Yeah." Tom said. "Don't worry I'll catch it all in this bag. I would put it in the waste reprocessor, but Natalie wants it. said she needs something to feed the prisoners."

"Maya could do that better." Karen said. "Besides, I am eager for some Honeypie lovings."

"We both know with all that lube, you'll just lose it anyway when you climax without my dick plugging your butt." Tom said. "At least this way the good doctor has something to feed the Xian prisoners."

"Very well." Karen relented. "Thank you for holding the bag for me." She relaxed her canine anus as she spoke, releasing a slow gurgling fart and a trickle of lube before a chunk of shit blocked the flow. Karen did her best to imagine the Xians' King Jerry's face in place of the bag as she bore down hard. She felt a sense of pleasure as well as relief as her canine shithole stretched open expelling chunks of healthy scat as well as a torrent of brown tinged lube. Karen pictured Jerry coughing and sputtering around a turd in his mouth, trying to get air despite the flood of lube. She had to admit the mental image was pretty funny.

She rubbed her belly as she expelled more lube along with several noisy pockets of gas, which she instinctively apologized for despite Tom's encouragement she 'let it all out', and increasingly softer scat until finally ti became a liquid slurry indistinguishable from the lube it mixed with, then another noisy fart, and at last her colon was empty. Karen stopped straining to relieve herself, and allowed her little canine anus to close up, then instinctively looked over as though she expected a roll of toilet paper to be where it was in the latrine stalls, before once more returning to her previous position on all fours.

Tom tied off the bag and set it aside to be taken to Doc Natalie when they finished. Canine feces wasn't exactly the Xians' natural diet, but it did contain all the nutrition their alien bodies needed, and Maya wasn't about to give the prisoners anything more than bare necessities needed to keep them alive. Still it was wasteful. The same ammount of waste needed to feed one Xian prisoner could be reprocessed into any number of things, from simple goods like paper to complex biopolymers which could be used to make clothing and equipment, and some components used in ammunition as well, to edible resequenced protiens should the need arize.

Once he'd finished with the bag, Tom spread Karen's rumpcheeks with both hands for easier access, and began to hungrily lick her canine butthole clean.

"Ohhh Gods! Tom!" Karen yipped in surprised delight. "Such a naughty boy. I do not need a "bidet-slave" you know. You may see me as some kind of princess, but I am just a Soldier of Fortune same as you and the rest of us. All I need is some toilet paper."

"Mmm...So much more fun this way though." Tom mumbled, refusing to fully withdraw his tongue long enough to speak clearly."And you'll always be a princess to me, besides, it feels good dont it?"

"Y-yes...ohhhh...it certainly does." Karen agreed. "Did you do this for Grace too?"

"Mhm" Tom confirmed, too busy working his tongue up Karen's butt, cleaning between the external and internal sphincter to say anything more.

(((In Canid culture it is not uncommon for royalty to have "Bidet-Slaves" which are average citizens who's sole job it is to ''wipe'' the butts of royalty using their tongue to clean any residual feces from the tailhole of the royalty they are assigned to)))

Karen couldn't help but smile. Being treated like royalty made her feel really good about herself, especially considering before Maya had rescued her years ago, she was the exact opposite. Before Maya rescued her, her family had been so poor they had to forage for food and move around ''squatting'' in vacant homes lit with candles. Compared to that life, Excalibur felt like a palace, and despite having to work the same as everyone else, day to day life was so much better it felt like paradise. Karen had always prided herself on her appearance so it didnt surprise her that Maya treated her like royalty, and Hank doing it was just part of their marriage, but having Tom do it, especially considering Karen knew Tom's first wife, Admiral Maya, really was of noble blood, really made her feel special.

Finally Tom withdrew his tongue, and after running it around the the outside of the ring cleaning the remaining lube and fecal matter from the surrounding fur, he pulled back and proclaimed "All clean!". then he wet a finger with spit and stuck it up Karen's butt, wiggled it around a few times and pulled it out, offering it for Karen to smell. "See." he added.

"Thank you Tom, you were very thorough." Karen replied.

"No problem." Tom said. "Curiously though it tasted very spicy, like you been eating a lot of cayenne peppers....but we didnt have anything spycy for breakfast lunch or dinner yesterday."

"Oh that..." Karen said. "Maya wanted to keep it a secret, but she's making spicy Boudin and several other dishes for your birthday, trying to duplicate authentic Louisiana cuisine...and she had me, Agnes, and Belle taste-testing her creations yesterday."

"Glad to hear it." Tom said. He wiped his cock down with an antibacterial wipe, taking care to pull back his foreskin and clean all around the base of the head too making sure there were no traces of lube or fecal matter left. nowhere that could harbor any bacteria. When he was satisfied his shaft was totally clean, he fitted his tip to Karen's tight little swollen honeypie, and slowly began to press in.

Karen wagged her short little fancy tail happily, pressing back against Tom as he worked his way in. "Good boy!" Karen praised happily.

Tom worked his way in little by little. Karen's Honeypie was even tighter than her butthole, so progress was slow. It was almost as tight as Molly's butthole in fact. The sensation was very different of course. Owing to his expertise with canine anatomy, Tom hit the angle right the first try, but even as karen's vaginal sphincter rythmically contracted and expanded around the head of his cock as it slipped through, he forced himself to go slow and gentle. While the structure of Karen's anatomy felt very familiar to him, the tightness made for a unique experience as well. The closest comparison would be to say she felt similar to Grace, yet different as well. Primarily because Grace had been a virgin, and Karen was clearly very experienced, so her muscles knew what to do whereas Grace's hadbeen learning, adjusting to the sensations. Finally once he was hilted, Tom asked : "Are you /really/ pregnant?" in response to Karen's vocalizations of craving to be /bred/.

"Y-yes." Karen replied pleasuredly. "But as you know...It is not uncommon for a litter to have pups from more than one male."

She paused to pleasuregrowl as Tom began to work up a steady pace, then added "When a Bitch shares her bed with more than one mate during estrus...the majority of the pups are usually sired by the primary mate, but it is not uncommon for some of the pups to be sired by any additional mates within 48 hours of the earliest conception."

"And if I "slip a few in" ?" Tom asked

"Hopefully you will." Karen said. "It was Maya's idea actually...genetic diversity..." Her panting was making it harder to talk clearly."I need your pups...just as Maya will need hank's for the same reason."

There was little conversation beyond that point. Tom had built up a steady pace, and once more griped the nape of Karen's neck in his teeth, freeing his hands to play with her ears and fondle her teats. All the while Karen humped back eager for more.

They were both so caught up in the pleasure of eachother, neither of them noticed Doc Natalie come by to collect the bag Tom had packaged for her.

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Natalie divided the bag's contents between several bowls, one for each prisoner, filling each bowl with exactly enough to meet a single Xian's dietary requirements, and not a drop more. Then she waited for the meeting to finish, and accompanied Maya and Callie down to the brig so she could deliver the ''food'' while Maya interrogated the prisoners some more, and Callie provided security. Tina joined them in the hall outside the brig, carrying an ultrasonic device with a remote for varying the frequencies on the fly, this time trying a completely different bandwidth from those they'd used previously, and at Mike's request, Maya had agreed to broadcast the test as well as the interrogations fleetwide, linking Excalibur's short-range comms system with the comm equipment in her collar so the Xians had no idea the tests were being broadcast live.

"Mmm I smell food!" the first Xian glubbed as the group approached his cell. "What is it this time More Maya Powerbars...Them hurt our teeth....Me want more softer food like brownies..what you call it? Sarah's Surprise I think. Me likes Sarah's surprise."

"Somethin' new." Maya said. "Karen's Special....Extra "Creamy"....S' heres the deal, Dick Heads. Y'tell me somethin useful, y'git fed."

"What more to tell." the Xian glubbed. "Me tell you home in this expanse. Home orbiting binary star. Me know no more."

"I think you do." Callie said. "What is it you're hiding?"

"Another base? Maya asekd. "More seeded anomalies....c'mon gimme /somethin/...This food aint Cheap y'know."

Callie, Natalie, and Tina all snickered at that remark, knowing what the 'food' really was.

"You fail soon>" the Xian said after a bit. " Maybe you find our home maybe not, but you fail soon."

Maya tried to persuade the Xian to elaborate, but neither he, nor his buddies would explain further, and eventually Maya had Callie lower the forcefields one at a time, and slide a bowl of 'food' through the slot in the bars of each cell before reactivating the forcefields.

"MmmMmm this is delicious." the first Xian commented with a mouthful of shit. "Really spicy too."

Most of the othered mumbled agreeingly, though some complained it was a little /too/ spicy.

When the aliens had finished their smelly meal, Maya had Callie open the first Xian's cell, then she stepped inside and placed a wireless speaker on the far wall through which Tina began to transmit various ultrasonic tones while Maya exited the cell and continued to stare the prisoner down, trying to goad him into revealing more information through fear, and distracting him from the true nature of the test.

"The fleet reports all vessels recieving five-by." Kayla informed Maya over discrete private comms.

"Copy, we're proceedin as planned." Maya replied.

For two hours the Xians refused to say any more, despite Maya's scare tactics. All the while Tina cycled through various ultrasonic frequencies trying to find the correct one. She'd nearly tried every frequency in the current testing range at this point, and was about to write off this range as unsuccessful as well when the alien in the first cell doubled over clutching its stomach in response to what seemed to be severe abdominal cramps.

Tina ramped the volume to maximum, and tweaked the frequency up another 0.5hz. An instant later the first prisoner gave a loud flatulent outburst and immediately evacuated his bowels into his prisoner suit. The remaining prisoners who were now similarly clutching their stomachs all did the same moments later.

"Finally." Maya said. She was about to congratulate Tina on the success, when Kayla contacted her discreetly again.

"Admiral we got a problem." the wolf said, a note of urgency in her voice. "A big problem!"

"Whats goin on?" Maya asked.

"Its the mining ship." Kayla replied. The Foreman of their ore refinery, and the purity inspector of their Deuterium refinery....well....they both just messed themselves spontaneously at exactly the same time. Their captain said they just doubled over clutching their stomachs, then suddenly let loose...like they just lost control of their bowels."

"Copy that." Maya said. "Don' tell em whats goin on...if they git curious, stall em...Have Erika feign comm troubles 'er somethin....Ah'm sendin Callie an' a security detail under the guise a' engineers lookin fer anomalies that might a' formed inside the ship....Once we got the Xians locked up Ah'll let the minin' ship's captain know whats really goin on. Ah'm on mah way t' the bridge. Maya out." She closed the discrete comm, then turned to Callie. "Lets take a walk." she said.

Once they were alone, Maya informed Callie about the affected personnel on the mining ship, then added. "Take a team, full gear....Hazmat protocol....an' try t' take 'em alive....Ah need t' know what they bin up t' while hidin in the fleet."

"Yes ma'am. It won't be a problem, Admiral." Callie replied.

"Good." Maya said. "Take a troop transport over t' the CSS Lee, an' beam over from there cause Karen's still busy....An' watch yerself over there....Good huntin."

After that they went their separate ways. Callie went to assemble her team and gear up, while Maya made her way to the bridge.

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A short troop-transport ride later, Callie and a half dozen heavily armed security personnel in full tactical hazmat gear were in the CSS Lee's transporter room. Callie opened a secure comm link to the ship's bridge.

"Strike Lead, CSS Lee CIC, patch me through, Black Three bravo level encryption." she said

"Copy Strike Lead." James replied, gesturing to his comm officer. "Excalibur, CSS Lee, requesting secure comms, Black Three Bravo level encryption."

"Confirm Black THree Bravo Encryption." Erika's voice replied through the comm officer's headset.

"Black Three Bravo confirmed." the Lee's comm officer replied.

An instant later the main window, viewscreen lit up, showing Admiral Maya seated in her command chair.

"Admiral." James said, snapping to attention and saluting. "Strike Lead reports status green, patching through the comm feed."

"Copy." Maya replied, returning the salute. "We're recievin."

A video feed from Callie's suit camera joined the visual comms in a triple split screen. one showing inside her helmet, one showing what she was seeing through her visor, and one being the bridge of each ship respectively as was normal visual comms.

"Strike Lead, Excalibur , systems check." Callie said. "My HUD shows all green, can you confirm?"

"Visual looks good, Strike Lead." Maya said. "All signals read five-by, an' green across the board.. Go t' proceed on mission at yer discretion."

"Copy that." Callie replied. then turned to her team. "In and out, team, by the numbers." she said. "we pretend to be sweeping for anomalies, then grab the impostors and beam out. Weapons Hot, let's get this done."

The six other security officers replied affirmitively as they all racked the action of their rifles, checked their sidearms, and stepped onto the transporter platform.

"You girls ready?" the transporter chief, a short bearded human with a distinctive Texan accent asked.

Callie nodded affirmitively, and an instant later they disappeared in a flash of light.

An instant later, Callie and her team materialized in the large open ''commons'' area of the mining ship, where Maya had asked the ship's inhabitants to gather while an "engineering detail" swept the ship for anomalies. A cover story for what Callie and her team were really doing.

"Fan out, teams of two." Callie said. "Radiological and gravometric sensors, full sweep."

She took out a scanning device and proceeded to seemingly begin sweeping the area, but in reality she was searching for biomatter consistant with Xian waste.

The security team was methodical, perfectly efficient. But that was to be expected from such an elite force. Besides Callie, the team was comprised of another kuvasz, two rough collies, a great pyrenees, a maremma sheepdog, and a Bernese mountain dog.

Watching the video feed from Callie's suit cam, Maya notes several attempts by small groups of individuals to impede the team's progress. Mostly confuesed people demanding to know what is going on, clearly frightened by a heavily armed team in full tactical hazmat gear. Their questions, often paranoid, ranging from concerns over a biological infection, to radiation leaks, and everything in between. In each case, Callie and her team dismissed the groups' concerns with the cover story of tracking an anomalie they detected forming inside the ship.

In most cases this sufficiently aleviates their concerns and the groups disperse allowing the team to continue on, but not long after Callie reports having a "Positive ID" on one of the "targets", Callie informs Maya of an irate Tibetan Mastiff family blocking their path.

"Ah see 'em." Maya informed. "Stick with the cover story. "

"Copy." Callie said, activating her external speakers, then; "By order of Admiral Maya you are to stand aside. We have orders to locate and disperse the anomalie before it can damage critical systems Do not attempt to hinder our progress. This is for your own safety."

"Like hell." the eldest, likely the father, shouted. "Something happens and the Admiral sends in her goonsquad. There must be more than just some anomalie. You say there's danger, fine, then give me a fucking gun and I'll help you deal with it. " At this point he lunges forward, trying to grab Callie's rifle. Callie sidesteps as the man lunges forward, and loses his balance, falling to the floor. Security officers three and four pin him down and handcuff him 'for his own good."

"We'll release ya when we're done." Callie said. then she deactivated her helmet's external speakers, and the team proceeded on mission.

They catch up with the ore refinery foreman moments later. The guy appears to be an old doberman, but the team's sensors confirm the presence of Xian waste in his coveralls. A stain the man tries to pass off as 'age related issues'.

"What the fuck this about?" he asked trying to play as though he didnt know what was wrong.

"By order of Admiral Maya you are under arrest for impersonating Canid personnel." Callie once more activated her helmet speakers as she poked the guy's forehead with her rifle. "hands behind your back, move slowly."

continuing his scarade, the man obeys commenting : "What..Impersonating who..." He gives his name and claims to have been on this ship since he was a newborn pup.

"Cut the shit, David, if that's even your real name." Callie said. "You may look canine, but you are an Xian. The reason you messed yourself is not age, it is the result of a new weapon being tested. We know what you are, so you have a choice. Either cooperate, and live to see Excalibur's brig, or resist, and I put a bullet between your eyes. either way you will no longer be able to sabotage the fleet."

The security team cuffs him, and Callie uses a small torch to make burns all over his hands while another security officer exposes his head and torso to a burst of gamma radiation. Then they put a containment bag over his head and upper body and the team leads him toward the beam-in point under the disguise of someone exposed to the anomalie directly, in need of medical attention.

Security operatives 3 and 5 report having secured the Deuterium Refinery's purity inspector moments later, similarly noting he too pretended to believe he was a newfoundland, as his altered body made him look, and had been on the ship since he was a pup.

they all met up at the beam-in point, and transferred the prisoners to the CSS Lee, where human security personnel would then fly them to Excalibur in a troop transport, while Callie and her team continued under the guise of "anomalie cleanup' while in reality investigating to see what all the hidden Xians had managed to sabotage.