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Nearly three hours of learning bored the Iguana to tears. Collector followed his mentor to a conference room where he learned that was where most of the meeting were held and that there was assigned seating due to the holopads being linked to their users. Once everyone had seated, with no absentees, Councilman One started off with minor subjects: starting up training courses for new members on a scheduled time, starting new a Guild House on some planet Collector had only read about on his account papers from sells, even voting on the public release of a few restricted races. When it came to vote Collector into the inner knowledge of the 'forbidden' race, the process was slow and cautious. In the end, Collector was allowed to have one volunteer from the race, but he had to earn the trust to learn the name.

Collector signed a couple of waivers and verbally swore to silence on the race. Richard was not allowed to know of the creature's existence yet. He held his tongue when it came to talking about restricting the slave sales on a lower income planet to keep the economy more balanced. At least until they started talking about closing a few Houses there to get back the lost revenue.

"I may be new at this whole thing, but wouldn't it be wiser to... I don't know... help out? Show the community that we are not just a re-educational institution and are willing to help?"

"Like what, Mister P.R.?" Chuckled one of the males. "Going to cook for them?"

"Actually... why not? I could make a showing... all of us could since no one is supposed to know your faces. Not only would everyone get a small understanding of the poorer regions but can also do some scouting for some talent and potential assets. Who knows what kind of thing we could adapt to our needs?"

Everyone was silent, staring at the table.

"At least you all do not have to show at the same time, say... make a week-long event something that will bring in tourists for them and possibly make some sells as well... I know several lower-class vendors that might jump at a sponsored sale or something."

"A festival? Hmm, that might be difficult. Permits, requisitions, contracts. I will have our legal team look into the possibility on this and hold on the closures for now. But let's move on." Councilman One, Alberto, as Collector reminded himself, looked him over with a businessman's eye. "Richard, the Draskin home world, Ask, needs our assistance. This... war needs to come to an end and with you as our Voice in the Dark, you will be sent in our stead to attempt to placate the politics."

"This will be difficult and painful for your Draskins. I advise leaving them behind. Beyond them, you will not be traveling unguarded. Elite Commander Michelle is now your official guard. She will select and train a team of her choosing and your personal guards as well." Councilwoman Three, who he had yet to formally meet, spoke up."

"I will consider your advisement, Ma'am, but they know the layout of the planet and her people. When do you wish for me to leave?"

"As soon as you are cleared to by the doctor. We will send the Spartan and your party back to Valhan and send you on a discreet ship." Alberto confirmed.

The rest of the meeting was bland for Collector's liking, but he knew he would have to get used to it. By the time they released, it was near five in the evening, so Collector asked if his two slaves were hungry. They shrugged at his question and he nodded as they flew back to the Manor so he could rest. When they got home, Collector had Richard fetch Tara. He ignored Dianos as he asked what was going on responding with a 'Just wait.'

"You called?"

"I did. Richard, make sure we are not disturbed for a bit. Tara, Dianos, you might want to sit." He waited for the Fox to leave them before he spoke again. "I need one of you to join me on a hopefully peaceful trip... to end a needless war."

"Home..." Dianos mournfully whispered.

Collector nodded. "It needs to be kept quiet. Just me, Richard, and one of you. I will let you both discuss it."

"Dianos, you go. You know the land and people. I was kept apart from the world." Tara sighed.

"You sure?"

She nodded as her brother looked dismayed. "Yes. I cannot leave my children any way."

"So, it is chosen. We will most likely leave tomorrow after my visit with the doctor. I do not know how long we will be. Tara... keep everyone in line, even if you have to sit on them."

"Don't worry my mother and I can keep a little Wolf from getting power happy."

"It's not Max I am worried about... it's Mitch."

"The Otter?"

"He has not had this type of responsibility, so yes, I am worried about him."

Tara nodded then tapped her tail on the ground scattering some dust. "Promise me you will stay safe... both of you."

"We promise, sis. There is nothing that would stop me from ripping apart anyone that tried to harm my brother-in-blood."

"Intimidating, sure, but until you learn how to handle guns and such, pointless." Collector smiled grimly. "But I appreciate it nonetheless."

"Same." Tara lowered herself fully to the ground and sighed.

"I... have been learning... Michelle has been teaching me some. Mostly claw-to-hand combat. She has requested some large arms for me to use. She... she was going to ask your permission once the guns came."

"You have my blessing, Dianos. I will admit, I have been thinking about arming my guards lately... ever since that incident with Char'zi."

"Thank you, I-

"Councilman, I am surprised to see you out here." A female voice spoke out over the sound of a motorcycle that should be in a museum. The rider removed the helmet to reveal the colored mane of Michelle.

"I could say the same for you, Elite Commander."

"Like I am even going to think the others didn't tell you yet. I have selected my team and by the looks of your drake, he spilled his guts about the training I have been sneaking in for him."

"Have the guns arrived?"

Michelle flinched slightly. "Heavy guns, yeah. They will be at the dock when we know the ship name."

"We'll most likely be leaving tomorrow. So, feel free to stay here."

"Awesome. Oh, Ji'Raam is staying at the Ranch while he is overseeing the house being built. Butch gave him some trouble until that poor stallion of mine called me and had me talk to the old pup."

"He's just doing his job. I am surprised no one called me. Let's head inside and discuss his training."

The four went in and while the Draskins went their separate ways, Michelle and Collector went the living room and sat. While they discussed the details of the training, the few slaves were cooking. It did not take them long to figure out that time for the drake to learn what he needed was going to be a lot. At least he did not have many duties to begin with that Collector knew about. When Richard came to call upon them, the two had decided on a plan for the drake. He would have to learn 'on-the-fly' on how to use the weapons, but he would learn.

"Richard, Tony came with us, right?"

"He did. Shall I retrieve him?"

"After supper."

"Very well. The meal is ready when you are."

The pair followed the Fox to the dining room and sat down. Dianos sat close to Michelle. Though he did not speak, his body language said much. He was worried about visiting his home world. Once everyone had gathered, Collector made the announcement of his assignment there were several questions of concern, but he brushed them off saying that he had no choice. Then he told his little group that while Max would be the resident Master, they would have to listen to Roger, Karen, and Tara once they got back the Valhan. Max huffed a little but understood that there was a danger to his mentor's assignment and needed to keep the slaves in line.

The night did not bode well for Councilman, after taking his brother to see his father's grave, his mind reeled with scenarios and questions that rose his anxiety that barely allowed sleep. There were moments where his dreams woke him with a start and Tara had to calm him down enough to get him back to sleep.

The morning sun broke into the bedroom leaving the disturbed sleepers little time to relax. Collector sighed and denied himself the luxury of laziness then dressed. He packed what few items he had with him then took his bag downstairs and dropped them at the door. It did not take long for the Manor to wake afterwards. Collector grabbed some cereal and ate quietly. Richard joined him quietly and took the cereal for himself.

"Sleep well?" Collector asked fighting a yawn.

"Better than you, apparently. At least you can sleep on the trip."

"Hopefully. Your clothes should arrive this morning. I would take one set with us and send the rest home."

"Very well."

"Richard."

"Sir?"

"You seem different today."

"I had a visitor this morning. A strange critter, not that that is unusual for us, but this looked like a feral cat. It talked..."

"Have you seen this... cat again?"

"No, sir, but it said it was reporting for duty."

"Excellent. Should that kind of thing happen again, tell only me. All I can say is that is a network spy for me. Just receive the message and tell me. Though, it should come straight to me most times and will most likely follow us on our mission." Collector looked around trying to find anything new so he could address the new addition, though it was probably hiding right now.

"Is it a matter I should be concerned about?"

"No! No... it's a Council thing. They don't want me to read you in at this time. Be patient. If you hear me talk to myself, I am most likely talking to the 'Shadow of the Guild' and should be left alone for a while."

"I understand."

"I hope so, Richard, for your safety... I hope so."

The Fox nodded then fell silent as he ate.

"So... you, Dianos, Michelle, and I will be heading to the House soon. I will be checked by that doctor then we will then head to the docks. I wish we could take the family, but... you know."

"Very. I'll go wake the rest and make sure that Roger knows."

"He does, he's been up for a bit. I did not know he has thyroid pills to take. He tried to keep them hidden from me fearing that I might fire him for it. Like I care about that. As long as he is healthy."

"Shall I sound the bell?"

"What time is it? I haven't kept track since the sun broke."

"Nearly seven."

"Go ahead."

Richard nodded then went to the button and smiled seeing that his Master had brought out the disposable wares and cereals. He directed what little traffic there was then found that Tony looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"Master Tony, is everything well?"

"Don't call me that, kit. I may be his adopted brother, but I am no master to anyone other than my plants." Tony sighed then rubbed his neck. "I have been seeing things this morning, like paper crawling into your luggage. I can only think it is the gravity and the shorter days messing with me. I am honestly glad we are heading home."

"I wish we could join you, but we are needed."

"Aye, you are indeed. Peace for the Galaxy is more important than my wishes. I seen my father's final rest. That is plenty for me here. I miss the clean air of home."

"At least you will not be going to a planet full of spilled blood."

"True, I can barely handle when a fellow cook nick themselves with a knife."

"Keep an eye on the family in our stead. Roger and Max can keep them in control, but I do not think everyone gets their fair share of a meal when I am away."

"You sound a lot like him, you know? Making sure everyone is healthy. There is a lot of mother in you both as well." Tony chuckled, "I will, that I can promise."

Richard's tail failed him as he fought a grin. "Thank you, sir. I need to make sure everyone is ready to leave. Excuse me."

"Very well, kit, enjoy your quiet flight." The older tod smiled knowing all too well that the younger one would be a great leader someday.

Later that morning, the family split up and went their separate ways. Michelle did her best to drive her bike right behind the drake that flew low with his passengers. As they made it to the Guild House, they were met by Jasper and was handed a packet to his Lead. Richard did not wait to open the manila envelope and look at the contents.

"Morning, Jasper. I... well. Sir, care to read this yourself to ensure I am not misreading it?" He gave the letter to Collector and slowly continued his walk to the door.

"No, it seems straight forward. Jasper, welcome completely aboard the Manson family flights." Collector chuckled. "I do not have your papers so I will have to trust the doctors to give you your travel vaccinations. So, come with us. I'll sneak you in to see the personal one."

"Yes, sir." Jasper's ears folded back as he heard the news.

"Don't worry, fox. You are just a travelling go-for until we get a proper team gathered. We are pinched for time, so you have to do for Richard's right-hand-man. Think of this as a... a new experience you get to share with your little pack when we get back."

"I will attempt it, sir. It is just... that I am leaving my family on Earth. Even if I only get one day a month to see them..."

"It's hard. I know. I know. At least you get to see what it is like with us. A word of advice while out there, not trying to sound arrogant or nothing, but... keep your head down and you should be safe."

"I will try to keep my head down, Elder Master. I have a litter here that needs my pay from the Guild."

"Come on." Collector smiled then led the way inside to the Council offices.

Once they arrived at the physicians office, the doctor quickly looked over the Iguana then checked the slaves and Michelle per his request. Michelle grumbled slightly, but in the end allowed her boss to have his worries satisfied. Once they passed the tests, the group was flying out to the spaceport to pass along Michelle's motorcycle to the Spartan then they went to a ship named the Dauntless. At the loading ramp waited Michelle's new team and one heavy repeater particle cannon that mounts onto single-man interceptors... usually.

Michelle smiled and greeted her team then instructed Dianos to pick up the weapon. The dragon looked at his Master. Collector just told the male that he did this task himself and he should listen to his superior officer. As he proceeded to step onto the ramp, the captain of the vessel greeted them from the open cargo-hold.

"Welcome to my pride and joy, Mister Manson. I will be honest that I have not been patient waiting for this. I have been pressing my crew to the brink just to make my girl shine like she just came from her mother dock." The voice belonged to a fellow Innodiate, this fellow appeared to have a large frill relaxed around his head. "I am Captain Daystarr. Please come aboard and settle down. This little travel will take us a Standard week as we are to appear as a cargo ship for a bit to escape public eye."

"Follow the orders given to you, cousin, I trust in the wisdom of the Council. This mission is highly important."

"Aye, that I can agree. I was the one that brought the queen here..." Daystarr slumped slightly as he remembered the last journey. "I take it that she is the mother to that one?"

"Yes."

"During the trip, the name of her children was all she would mutter." He looked down the ramp to the dragon who stood on his hind legs and adjusted his stance to compensate for the weapon. "Dianosidae Honidae, did I say that right?"

Dianos flinched then looked at the smaller male. "Yes, sir, you did."

"I am glad. Be careful you do not fire live rounds on board or you could kill us all. I know you will be needing to learn how to use that thing, but it is a ship killer."

"Understood."

"Has a Traskuviva showed up yet? I have not seen her." Collector said after joining the captain at the door.

"She has. She is inside making sure you room is secure."

"Good, I was hoping Shari did not get cold feet."

Daystarr gave him an odd look as the others started to join them. "Come, we must prepare for liftoff."

The group followed the captain in and heard him call to his crew. Collector was directed to a private quarter to which he and his brief escort found the griffin searching the walls for hidden objects. Collector quietly thanked the human man then entered the room and shut the door behind him.

"Find anything?" He asked suddenly.

For a moment he just saw fur and feathers stand on end. "Only the motion sensor at the door. It is deactivated, it becomes active by the switch by the bed."

"Good. I never got to ask you... did Dianos serve you well?" He smiled as he heard a quiet purr-like coo.

"Indeed he did. I am glad that you chose him to join us."

"If you ever feel comfortable with it. I would not mind to... join in on the fun. I am technically single as well until I am able to free his sister and be able to properly wed her."

"So..."

"No vows will be broken. She has told me of her culture and her acceptance over lovers and mates. They will accept one life-mate while they will mate with various others for pleasure. It entertains me to see that dragon get all flustered. I think he might be attracted to you."

"Doubtful. But it would be nice."

"You will be working with him, closely, it will be an opportunity to see him become as such. Besides, you are most likely the only one here that can even come close to his strength. Get him in shape."

"I... Yes, sir. Is the other an order as well?"

"Just an offer that I could not give with Michelle nearby. I have only one order directly for you. During training, don't injure him too badly."

Shari'shay Ughast smiled as much as her beak allowed then saluted the Iguana. "I think you will actually grow on me, sir."

"I would prefer if those that protect me, know me well. Though I do not offer an... intimate moment to everyone. I will be honest with you. I once was offered one of your kindred, I refused as I only knew the rumors of your species. I did not want to act out with fear over a misunderstood squawk. I am not one that likes violence overall."

"Then may I suggest some self-defence lessons? I like learning how my allies fight around me and it would not hurt to know some things either should we become... unable to properly defend you."

"I do appreciate it, though I think I may know enough already to kill many attackers. I was raised alongside a street-fighter Wolf. He taught me plenty. Though I do not mind a larger sparing partner."

"Oh my..." Shari cocked her head to better focus on the lamp beside her. "Found... something."

"Oh?"

"Looks like an insect..." She rose her talons to skewer the thing.

"Wait!" Collector rushed over and placed one finger on the delicate shade. "Are you, perhaps, the 'friend' I have been waiting on?"

The insect quickly skittered onto his claw and up to his shoulder.

"I cannot go into detail, but this is no insect... I think. I do not think this little one will harm anything. I am expecting something similar to this from the Guild... just that I do not know what it will be."

The beak grinding from the griffin sent a chill down Collector's back. "Very well. I shall cease my search in case your Guild companion is compromised in some form."

"Thank you."

"Sir, I suppose you may as well call me Shari. I have a feeling we will getting to know each other well."

"Very well, Shari. Once Michelle declares you off duty, we will spar then. Go report to her."

"As you command, sir."

Shari walked to the door, her tail lifted high and her wings spread. Collector did not realize that was the Traskuviva's way of showing lust. She purred quietly as she left the room. Collector waited for the door to shut before glancing at the insect on his shoulder quietly.

"Are you my Shadow?"

"I am. I watch. I follow." A near whisper hit Collector's ears.

"I would like you to officially join me on Drask in the image of one of their males, if you are able."

"I can. I will. I wait."

"Do you always confirm in threes?"

"No."

"Be safe while on this ship. There are poisons everywhere."

"Not my first time in space. Rest I must. Watch I will." The bug took flight and flew under the bed.

Collector sighed, he was already missing his dragoness. The only females he had with him were not his property. He huffed as he sat his whip on the bed then made his way out of the door as the engines began to rumble to life. He found Dianos and Michelle in the middle of a lesson in the cargo-hold while he was walking in circles carrying his weapon and cycling the ammunition cartridge. He approached Michelle as he tried to stay out of the way and sat on a crate.

"Keep your head on swivel. You will never know where danger lurks." Michelle ordered then stomped her hoof twice. A ball came flying over some crates which he shot at. "Good. Keep on the alert and return fire. Sir?"

"Just observing. I will have little to do during this trip."

"Very well." She stomped again and a ball came flying from behind him. "Keep you head down, sir, those things hurt.

As the ball returned his direction he rose his claws to catch it then quickly threw it at the dragon. The ball struck the dragon in the leg releasing a small arc.

Michelle smiled. "Remember to watch your allies as well as your enemies. You may never know who may be a turncoat." She gave a wink to Collector then returned full focus to Dianos.

He sat watched the lesson for the next hour, silently congratulating the male in his progress as he began learning to correct his aim and using less ammo. When he began to hit the balls with one shot, Michelle started having two balls come at him, he was hit only once. As soon as she called for lesson end, Collector stood and smiled, despite Michelle's berating the dragon. He stood and took it like a warrior.

"Dismissed." She finally huffed and walked away.

"Take the lesson as is. I saw your progression and am proud to see it. You will make a fine soldier."

"Thank you, Master."

Collector gave him an odd look until Dianos nodded to a visitor from the crew. A young chap, human, looked no older than eighteen.

"Don't be frightened. You may approach, he is learning how to protect me better."

"It is not the dragon, sir, it is the weapon. That species detests weapons, how did you get it to use it?"

"I volunteered, child. To protect him and my people. It goes against everything I was raised by, but it is needed." Dianos looked at the child and startled him.

"H-he speaks our language?"

"Hold you tongue, child before you say something you will regret. Go back to your work."

"Yes, sir."

"Dianos, let's go find miss Shari and see when she will be off duty."

"Sir?"

"I want to get to know her, and perhaps I will decide whether or not I would like to purchase a 'special' order or two. I think her kind would be rather fun to have around. Once upon a time, I had the chance and I refused because I doubted my ability to keep it under control."

"Ah, and the way she can switch her attitude is rather fun as well."

"Oh? Is there a visible change?"

"Besides a show of dominance? Yes. The main showing is the hunk of meat then out of nowhere the voice deepens and... well let's just say that it is heavenly. For me at least. I honestly would give her the menu to a fast food chain just to hear her male voice." Dianos sat his gun down in the simple rack that Michelle's team quickly built.

"I take it you like my voice?" Shari stuck her head around the door frame having eavesdropped. She pulled back her shoulders and huffed. "What is it that you like about my male side?" Her-his- voice rang as though it came from a fairy tale.

"Everything..." Dianos responded quietly.

"Such a thing will never be permitted on the field, scaly, best get that fixed."

Dianos stiffened not knowing how to respond properly.

"My dear Shari, if his attitude towards you offends you. You have my permission to correct such a behavior as long as there will be no permanent damage to him."

"I think I shall take your offer, sir. His tail is not as sore as it should be for him to remember his lessons." Shari came into the room and smacked the door control then proceeded to intimidate the larger male. "Drop to all fours, slave and lift that tale."

"Yes... sir." Dianos shivered as he did as ordered.

Collector smiled as he 'assisted' Dianos lift his tail over his hip.

"Good, little scaly." Shari chuckled as she grabbed a loose board from a nearby crate.

She edged closet to the drake and smacked the makeshift paddle against his hide. He howled but did not try to resist. She cleared her throat as she rubbed the synthetic wood against the scales.

"Thank you, Sir! May I have another, Sir!"

She smacked him again, getting the response after a growl. This went on strike after strike until tears rolled from his eyes and he could not ask for more. At this time, Shari had unzipped the front of her pants and forced a semi-swollen sheath through the hole. It only took a couple strokes of a talon to get the arm length phallus to appear and swell to almost the thickness of the forearm. Collector swallowed hard as he only had himself to judge this against but was glad that it was Dianos that was getting pegged.

Shari directed the hunk of meat to the angry flesh in front of it and found the rectal slit of the Draskin and quickly slammed her hip against him. The dragon hissed as the angry flesh was repeatedly smacked by bristly fur and a slightly barbed shaft being driven deep within him. It did not not take him long to have an erection himself. Collector let the tail go as the griffin did the carnal deed and slowly grabbed the throbbing shaft that was bouncing with each thrust.

Collector began to rub his fine claws along the base of the dragon's shaft before clasping what he could and began to milk the beast. Dianos moaned as his euphoria rose it did not take him long before he lost his control. Collector gave the red meat a gentle lick at the tip which resulted in a quick shower of Draskin seed. Collector drank as much as he could but much of it leaked onto the floor. A squawk above them and a hard thrust sounded the griffin's loss of control. Collector chuckled as he licked his muzzle clean.

"Very tasty." Collector smiled at his dragon.

"Thank you, sir."

"And tight." Shari huffed as she rested on her mount's back.

"It has been a while since I have had a proper male on me."

"Oh? I am surprised about that." Shari licked the base of Dianos' neck then cooed softly. "I can fix that problem... if I am allowed."

"And why would you say that?" Collector asked as he wiped what he missed of his face, he noticed the subtle flinch in Shari's motions.

"Because you three were caught, sir. You, I can understand considering he is your property, but you, Shari'shay, you I am surprised that you could do this." Michelle clapped her hoof on the metal plating of the floor.

"She has my permission, Elite Commander, Shari is uniquely qualified to help keep him under control."

"Still violates many protocols since I never told her to go off-duty."

"Michelle, as I said, she was helping me insure he remembered his lessons you taught him today. If this will be an issue, I can take him away from your team."

Michelle snorted and shook her mane. "Fine! Fine. I will admit that I am treating him like he is fresh from Camp. Do what you must." She turned and marched away clearly agitated.

"If she reprimands you, let me know."

"She probably fears about me marking him. Something I cannot do since I am not a proper male." Shari pulled away from Dianos and began to straighten up. "It is how my kin claim mates and sex slaves. For some odd reason, hermaphrodites cannot do this and is more receptive to trading partners. If she fears that our little bit of fun will be an issue on the field, I can assure you it will not be."

"It is not me you have to impress, you have already done that with your show." Collector stared at her trying to gain eye contact as she tried to revert back to her professional mindset. "Look at me."

She slowly looked at him and ground her beak slightly.

"You were following the orders of a Council member. If I must talk to her and remind her what I am, I will."

"Sir, if I may..." She drew a deep breath to steady herself. "I am curious about why you seem to be focused on me?"

"I know the mark of a freed slave, Shari, I know the same flinch. Keep you head held high. Your secret is safe with us."

"It is not secret, sir. My freedom was bought so that I may serve you."

"By who?"

Shari rustled her wings and sighed.

"Who, Shari'shay?"

"Octavius Brenson."

"That literal son of a bitch. He is still keeping an eye on me. You have your paperwork with you?"

"I do, it is still sealed still."

"Bring it to my quarters, something tells me that I may have a loophole in her command. You may not be as 'free' as you think."

"Sir?"

"Just go. Ten minutes."

"Yes, sir."

"Dianos, clean yourself up. Then start exercising. We need you as fit as possible."

"Yes, sir."

Collector went back to his quarters and waited for news of the griffin's fate. When the motion sensor from the door sounded, he answered it to allow his visitor in. Michelle was right behind her not looking very happy.

"What is the meaning of this? I give the commands to my officers, not you."

"Stop the belly aching for a moment and you might find something of value here." Collector took the sealed documents from the talons offering it and then offered the two ladies to sit on his bed. "Michelle, I know you have a job to do, but you know how I perceive the world around me. How I gain my knowledge. I won't stop my... intimate knowledge from gaining more to benefit myself nor the Guild. I will continue to do so until I can no longer gain information."

"So you were using me?" Shari'shay asked quietly.

"No... and yes. I was using you to keep Dianos focused on his lessons by rewarding him through pleasure. I have done this since I, myself, was a Second. I saw the mental marking from you when you noticed Michelle and I had to inquire more." Collector used his fine claw to break the seal and pulled the papers from within the envelope. As he looked at them he fell silent.

"What is it?" Michelle was staring at the lizard with harsh curiosity.

"She is not free. Octavius bought her and placed her under both of our names. She is a shared slave, even if she did not realize it. The old Wolf told you that you were free didn't he?"

"Yes and that he did it so I could protect you for him. Does this mean... that I am not free?"

Collector sighed. "Yes and no. To those outside the Guild you are a freed slave, to the Guild... you are still collar bound. I... have seen this done before so that a slave would be an unwitting spy. I do not see him doing that considering I consider him family for various reasons. He is protecting me in my father's stead... in his own way. Giving me a fiercely loyal and strong warrior would do just that considering that he would not think I would be able to take Dianos everywhere nor any of my actual slaves that I use as personal guards."

"What now?" Michelle asked.

"For now, I think it would be wise to go about as we have. We will worry about this matter after our current mission. But according to the purchase logs, he did purchase you at a time that at the day of my induction you would have been legally been able to be freed."

"So?" Shari looked between the other two.

"Around others, just act as if you are still a warrior under the command of Michelle. I cannot access the Guild servers on this vessel and won't be able to find the release forms."

"Yes... Master."

"No. Never. Even if you have not been legally released, never Master. I only ask that of my family around outsiders and other Slavers."

"Yes, sir."

"For the moment, you are still the only one capable of truly training Dianos, get his body broken in. Our lives might depend on it. Go and stay by his side until we arrive at our destination. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir." Shari stood and bowed to him slightly before leaving the current company.

"There is more?" Michelle crossed her arms and tried to hide her shocked look from this discovery.

"She can never be truly free... much like William. Political prisoner. Octavius likes to purchase slaves that are marked to be put down after their Masters have been dealt with in some form. The legal problem is that he is her Primary owner and I am Secondary. He did this to ensure she could leave Earth as long as she with a Master. She's being hunted..."

"By?"

"His letter did not say. Though she does not know she is a political prisoner or she would have mentioned it once I knew her fate. Failing to do so would mean her head."

"Ah. Is this why you do not trade slaves?"

"Or sell. I have three political slaves. Will, Tara, and believe it or not Vector. I keep his status quiet for his privacy."

"Slaves don't have privacy."

"Usually true, but he is the one that put himself in that position. To escape a war before it started. He joined the family when I was eleven. Naturally, I shadowed him and learned how to be a reptile, some things must be taught, at that point I didn't even know how to properly clean myself. He taught me much, eventually, when I became my father's proper Second, Vector told me everything. He was a leader of a small colony and the indigenous people wanted him gone despite being friendly towards them. They loved the battle, he does not. He left the only way he could safely... by placing a collar around his neck."

"Wow..."

"He voluntarily abandoned his people, his wife, and his first clutch just to keep them killed that instant. When his wife joined us, the colony had been decimated. His clutch was crushed days before hatching. His wife found him in the system and fought the red tape to find my father and asked him to collar her so she could be at his side."

"Brave woman."

"Indeed. Father honored her request and safely tucked them both into the shadows to be forgotten by the outside world. He was a noble man until my mother passed."

"I am sorry."

"No need. Just know that there will be no difficulties on the field with our present company. I know how to handle things delicately. Otherwise, I would never have been put up for this job."

"Very well." The motion sensor pinged. She rose to her feet.

"Come! Commander, please don't let this be a negative mark on our friendship."

"It won't, Councilman." She nodded as Richard appeared on the other side of the door.

"Sir. Ma'am. The captain would like to an audience with you on the bridge."

"Thank you, Richard, come in for a moment. Michelle, I'll be there shortly." Richard and Michelle traded positions then Collector shut the door once more. "Are you awake yet?"

"Sir?"

"Not you."

"I am" Richard jumped at the sound of the voice coming from under the bed. A nude, male Fox crawled out from the other side. "You are the Second in Command?"

"Yes."

"I may be deemed Shadow by you."

"This is that Guild network spy I told you about. You may not notice him this easily again, so get used to leaving cryptic messages should I not be able to myself. Being in the public eye, the dangers I am in increases by the day. So, I need you two to be able to communicate without alerting everyone around you. I know it will be easier with the family than in travel, I suggest you two work it out now while we are safe." Collector straightened his clothes then looked at the two. "Please talk something out."

A couple of hours later, Collector returned to his quarters and found Richard laying on his bed. Collector said nothing as he stripped from his day's clothes and crawled up beside the gray Fox and nuzzled the exposed belly. The fuzzy tail rebelled against the owner's attempt to fain sleep. Collector carefully slid down to the thin furred pouch of male jewels. A moan escaped from the muzzle as a tongue teased the tight sac.

"So, he is awake."

"Barely, sir. That... spy somehow knocked me out. I started coming to when you hit the motion sensor."

"Well, at least you are in the fur. As far as I know, you were not given a room, so feel free to stay with me."

"How do you know I am not the spy?"

"I have my ways, Richard. Do you think I really taste you?"

"Sir?"

Collector drew close to the erect ear closet to him. "I taste scents. I went after your musk. Something no one can easily replicate. But to be sure, I want to see the knot."

Richard grinned then pulled back the sheath to reveal the flaccid, bony shaft then started to tease his flesh the the fine fur on the back of his paw. At the moment Collector saw the knot swell, he gave the organ a lick.

"Definitely you. No thing that has been made thus far can replicate the taste and smell of living flesh."

"What about someone who is skilled in changing shape?"

"Got that much out of him, did you? No, he held a distinct taste that was even present in his bug form. I can 'smell' his presence near the door, most likely hiding as an insect again."

"You were right, he was be able to tell." Richard sat up and stared at the door.

A moment later a bug took flight and shifted back into the nude Fox. "Indeed."

"Alright, now that this little game is done. I would like some relaxation time with my lovely Fox. So, feel free to roam the ship as invisible as you can. We don't want to alert the crew of you."

"As you wish, Councilman." The standing Fox reformed back into the image of an insect then crawled under the door.

"Now that he is gone, what do you think?"

"He is interesting. I think I can understand why you could not tell me before."

"I will tell him the same thing later, do not let the Council know I let you two meet yet. I felt it necessary for security purposes. He will be meeting us at the landing zone as a Draskin and will accompanying us as such for as long as he can hold his form."

"Understood."

"Now, lets put that lovely beast to work, eh?"

"As in?"

"I want sex, you young fool. I will guide you to where I want the knot."

Collector chuckled as he rolled onto his back then tugged the Fox on top of him. He then directed the bony shaft between his own shafts. He then instructed his fuzzy lover to be gentle and that he could easily take his full swell. The slow rhythm allowed the two to gain the needed pleasure to truly enjoy each other. Collector huffed as the pleasure built up. He grabbed Richard's hips and pulled the Fox roughly into him and let loose a hard orgasm which led to Richard the fully swell and lock within his Master and release his seed. Neither knew how long they lasted. Though they enjoyed the afterglow and held each other tightly as they fell asleep locked together as they were.

They awoke some time later by a quiet voice, the shape-shifter eased them awake as to not startle the two. When they became coherent, the spy simply handed Collector his pants and informed him that he needed to dress. He did so then asked the spy why. The answer did not come as the motion sensor sounded. Richard quickly covered himself as the spy reverted back to his insect form. Collector opened the door and found the Captain on the other side.

"Greetings, sir. I hope I did not wake you."

"No, just woke a few moments before you actually. What can I do for you?"

"Not much, we are cruising for now. I wanted to know if you knew anything about our home world."

"Earth-born. Sorry. I never have learned anything about our heritage."

"I hate that. I've only seen it from spaceport." Daystarr sighed. "I can never find one that has been there."

"Briefly had a native as a neighbor, but never got to really know him." Collector grew just as somber. "Maybe someday."

"Yeah, same dream. They don't allow the Guild there, you know. They banish criminals to other planets. Fate drives the criminals to the Guild or freedom."

"What of you? I was conceived from an immigrant. As far as I know, I was the only one she had." Collector looked over his shoulder to make sure his Second was properly covered. "Come in."

"Thank you. If this is out of line, I beg your pardon, but what was her name?"

"Izzlauna Manson. I do not know her maiden name."

"Maluuta." Daystarr huffed. "Sorry, the only swear I know. I was hoping I was going to find relations."

"I know that feeling, I have many young in the Guild system."

"Sorry to hear that. I am trying to find my brothers."

"Have you... never mind you just did."

"Let me guess, ask the Guild?"

"Yeah."

"I will write down the names, 'Old School' style, and get it to you."

"I can't promise anything but to look at the system. I do not know as of yet the extent of my 'power' in the Guild. I don't want to push the limits just yet."

"Don't break laws on my account. I have been searching for thirty years now."

"They aren't really laws, more like strict rules. Now, how about a more pleasant topic?"

"Sure. Drask is not as friendly as you may think. The soldiers are crueler than any Slaver I have come across. Skinning those they dislike alive. Indiscriminately killing innocents. I wouldn't even call this an invasion anymore."

"That's why I am needed. I am hoping I can call for a cease fire and see about an actual truce. Even the Guild is getting worried about a potential extinction here."

"You have my support."

"Thank you."

The two chatted for a while before finally parting ways. Richard sighed once the other lizard left. He had been silently standing guard in a corner listening to their conversation unwilling to ask for dismissal. The Fox sat once more beside his Master and stared at the wall. Collector patted the Fox's leg.

"Sorry about that. I am surprised you did not say something."

"It is not often you get to talk to a fellow Innodiate that was not a slave first."

"True, but you still could have excused yourself."

"I wanted to learn as well."

"I see. And what did you learn?"

"That he blathers a lot about his past. As if he is stuck there. Good guy, otherwise."

"You're right. Feel like getting something to eat?"

"Yeah. Hopefully some real meat."

Collector hummed then went to the door. He led the way to the galley and got them both an order of Turkey Manhattan then they sat down to quietly eat. They barely got the forks to their mouths when the ship jolted and red lights began to flash along with an annoying siren.

All hands, this is the Captain. We are under attack, secure the 'Special' shipment and prepare to be boarded.

"Well, damn." Collector huffed. "I bet it is pirates. They won't be too happy when they find out the only real cargo is us."

They continued to eat while Michelle's security team rushed in along with Dianos carrying his gun. The dragon came between his Master and the door aiming his weapon at the opening. Dianos mentioned quietly that it was loaded with stunning rounds that could still pack a punch. It was not long before energy shots could be heard from other parts of the vessel. Unfortunately, this was not a big ship and would not take long for the invaders to find the galley.

Collector stood and asked Michelle for a sidearm then tucked it under his shirt. A few members of the crew backpedaled passed the doorway while firing. One fell as he was struck by a bolt of blue plasma. Fingers and claws dropped to triggers at that moment waiting for the unknown targets. Then they came, a couple of Valhanians stuck their heads around the corner and shot at the security team. Both hounds fell, but more came. They, too, fell to the defenders; things fell silent quickly after that.

"Everyone alive in there?" Came a cautious voice from the hallway.

"Yes." Michelle answered.

"I'm crossing the path, I need to check on the bridge." The crewman poked threw his open arm into their view.

"Roger that. Jennings, join him. Head on swivel."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Well hunker down here. Kitchen has no way out, correct?"

"That is correct, Elite Commander. Good luck." The crewman wished as Jennings joined him then moved on up the corridor.

Collector and Richard sat quietly not wanting to move until they received the All-Clear signal. Time seemed to still, until the groans of the invaders alerted the guards. The hounds were tied up and dragged out of the hall to be watched by a hyper aware griffin. It was not much longer before the alert was silenced and the corridors became a bustle of moving crew looking for survivors and hiding pirates. Collector stepped through his guards and approached the captives.

"So... did you expect to find goods on-board?"

The hounds closed their eyes and lifted their chins; Collector knew enough of their culture to know this was an act of death before they spoke.

"Who is your captain?"

Still no response.

"Then how about we loosen those lips, hmm? Dianos, would you assist me?"

"Of course, Master."

"Councilman Ten, surely you don't mean to break these fools here?"

"I do. There are plenty of things here to use. Slow. And. Painful." Collector enunciated his last words slowly before smiling wickedly at the hounds. "Don't break their necks yet. I want them to speak first."

Dianos growled as he placed his weapon down then chose one mutt and began to look at the muzzle. Collector expected the drake to molest the face of the mutt, but instead the drake shoved the tip of his tail passed the lips and into the throat. The mutt gagged and squirmed as Dianos flicked his tail tip about before pulling out suddenly.

"Speak to my Master or I shall cause real harm." He stepped back a bit.

"Do you wish to talk now? This is the easiest thing you will have."

"Hàc tau, Ingan." The mutt spat.

Collector backhanded the mutt hard enough to knock him over, blood dripped from the lip the Iguana split open. "Next time I will knock out teeth. Now, who is your leader?"

"Go eat your own dung, house pet." The other said.

"Very well. Michelle, where is the closet airlock?"

"Third door on the left, right from here."

Collector did not let Michelle's worried look phase him. He grabbed the ears of the mutts and forced them to crawl behind him to the airlock of which he tossed the first mutt in. He closed the door and sealed it leaving the second mutt to stare at his companion through the viewing glass.

"Last chance before he gets spaced."

Silence once more. Collector began punching in the order to open the outer lock slowly. "Okay, okay. We weren't hired by anyone. We are just pirates. San Juan is our Captain, if our ship is still docked he is there."

Collector cleared the code then reopened the inner door. "Get that mutt out of there."

"Yes, Councilman." Michelle went in herself to drag the mutt out.

"Let's see if we can't find our captain, eh?" Collector smirked. "You two even stumble, I will break out my whip. Move."

Collector shoved the one that talked in front of him then followed the mutt back in the direction he came from. The came up to the open hatch and stopped.

"Dianos, Richard, watch these two. Let's go meet the captain."

San Juan stood silently on his bridge as Collector stepped in with a cold look. He knew the mane of the Burro that stared out his view screen ever so silently. He had gone by another name then, but the scar that left a bare mark across the back of the donkey's neck would never change. Collector sneered as he drew near growing quickly into a snarl.

"Hey-zeus!" Collector purposely drew out the enunciation of the name he knew. "It is time to play, little Ass."

Jesus turned and fought back a frightened bray. "Fuck me... that is your ship?"

"Chartered. I had heard of my shipments being attacked, figured I would send a few feelers out and catch the worm. You remember what I told you when we last met?"

The donkey nodded vigorously as he backed away tripping over his own chair falling to the floor.

"Well guess what... We meet again, Ass." Collector pulled the gun from hiding and aimed at the donkey's fear, pumping chest. "At least you fell through with one promise, you disappeared." Collector pulled the trigger three times making three holes appear where the donkey's heart laid. He handed the gun back to Michelle who stood stunned.

"Why?" She whispered.

"He stole from me before. I let him go so he could have a second chance. I have had my shipments starting to vanish again, I suspected he was back. Did not know until I saw the scar. Anyway, I wanted you all here to witness how brutal I can be. Especially towards thieves. I catch you, any of you, stealing from me... I won't be giving second chances out anymore." Collector sighed then pushed his way back to his main vessel. "Let's go."

"Sir!"

Collector climbed back to his ship and stood beside his two slaves as he waited for the others. Once they caught up, Collector looked over his shoulder with the same cold stare he had when entering the other vessel.

"Sidearm, please." Collector held out his hand and waited. Once he received a fresh gun he handed it to Richard. "Alright, pup. I think it is plenty time enough to know what it feels like to take a life. Shoot these two. Kill them both."

"Sir." Richard took the gun and aimed it at the two mutts. He squeezed the trigger in quick succession hitting both once between the eyes. He shook slightly as the two slumped lifelessly and passed the gun behind him. "I think I am going to be sick."

"It's alright, go." Collector sighed as he clicked the safety on then passed it back to its owner. "I will speak to you shortly."

As Richard ran off, Collector turned to Michelle who then began to issue clean up duties. Dianos and Collector decided to find their captain and find a way to detach the other vessel or claim it for their own use. Captain Daystarr ordered all of the pirate bodies returned to their ship then had a manual detach from the vessel.

Once the dead vessel was adrift at a safe distance the captain turned to the drake and offered him a front row seat to witness the destruction power that he carries. One shot from the cannon struck the ship hard enough to make the damages cause a chain-reaction. The ship exploded. Dianos let a calm growl escape his throat as he eyed the destruction drift apart.

"One shot, Draskian, that's all it takes to an unguarded vessel to reap death. You hold death in your claws. Use it wisely." The Weapon Specialist spoke to the quiet room.

"I understand now, but it is needed." Dianos bowed then left to return to Michelle's command.

Collector excused himself afterwards to find his Second.

Collector found his Fox in his quarters hugging his knees and rocking in a corner. He found solace within his Master's sanctum. The Iguana quietly sat next to the mammal and nuzzled him.

"Why?"

"They would have done so if the roles were reversed."

"Me?"

Collector sighed and continued, "I want you to see the universe as I see it. By extension, they were a part of a pirate that willingly stole food from my shipments to a starving planet then turned around to sell the same shipment to the very same planet I was helping. Before I met you, I met him. I gave him a second chance... I marked him so everyone he walked away from knew him. He came back, so I dealt with the problem I was too soft to do years ago. I am grateful you took part of my pain today. I am sorry it had to cost you a part of your innocence."

Richard looked at his Master, tears staining the fur under his eyes, he gave a grim smile. "You have always told me you do not kill lightly nor punish."

"Correct. Someone has to do me great grievances to get my true wrath. I needed you to see the nicer side of my wrath. Michelle and her team saw the same lesson from me. I may appear weak by showing compassion, but that is where my strength lies hidden. Learn to do the same, my friend, and you will gain much." Collector stretched out his legs and kicked off the shoes that covered his claws. "There is an Earth saying: 'Beware of the smiling face for it holds many lies...' I could be paraphrasing a bit, but still, it holds what I mean."

"Okay," Richard sniffed and leaned against the wall.

"Remember the faces. They held no fear of death, they knew it was their end. Any adventure like theirs could end like that."

"Yes... my Master. I shall endure and learn." A fresh tear streamed through his fur as he closed his eyes.

"Richard, know that I do love you like a son. I want to raise you right. It is rough to learn what I have early on, but it will be fine. Just promise me one thing."

Richard looked at the solemn face of the lizard and nodded. "If you start to go insane, end it quick?"

"Yes. I don't want to end up like my father, killing his family. Dismembering his son's lover. I don't want that to happen..."

"I won't let it. I promise with my very essence."

"Thank you. Killing never gets easy, there is always a sour memory. Once you start to enjoy it, or even get numb to it... that is when you must stop everything and think."

Richard took a deep breath then leaned into the shoulder of his Master. "Things won't be going back to normal, will they?"

"No." Collector tossed his arm around the Fox and gave him a squeeze. "I know you will make the right choices. But for now, choose the bed. It has been a long day."

"If I may ask, will you hold me?"

"Of course. I can even take your mind off of things."

Richard gave his Master a gentle lick on the snout then rose to his feet to get to the bed while removing his clothing. Collector watched the swaying tail then joined its owner au naturel. They climbed into bed, one fuzzy tail lifted to place over the scaled hide that quickly filled the space under it. Collector nipped at the exposed neck as he pressed his exposed shaft against the willing hole. After easing into the warm Fox, Collector pushed one arm under the slave and pulled the male close to his chest. He then nipped the Fox's neck as he allowed his proper mating instincts to kick in.

Thus Collector held onto the Second in his command and comforted the distraught male. They, both, soon drifted off into slumber and wondering what the world of Drask would be like...