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The door opened, slowly enveloping the dark room in an eerie light. The quiet, yellow glow from the hallway gave it a slightly inviting, yet slightly unnerving feel. Ignoring the light panel, or anything for that manner, he slowly stepped in, labored breath rasping the quiet air rather loudly. A loud slam shattered the silence as the door was pushed shut loudly, obviously purposefully. He didn't care, he hurt, he was tired, and he wanted sleep.

He audibly dropped his bags on the floor, not having a care in the world. A sigh came from his lips as he slowly inched his way to his bathroom, at that moment, to him, five feet seemed so much further than what it actually was. The door slowly and quietly slid open, a green hue emitting from the wall light above the sink. He found himself at the sink, his green eyes glaring back at him tiredly in the mirror. He sighed as he looked himself up and down, the sight wasn't at all pleasant, it was a gruesome display of the weeks mistakes and underestimates.

His black fur was matted, his usually impressive mane a lesser image of what it once was. There was dried blood across his muzzle that painfully cracked and tore at his fur as he smiled wide, carefully inspecting his maw to make sure all his fangs were fully accounted for and intact.

"A nasty business war," He was muttering under his breath now, "it often leaves one battered and bruised." He grimaced as he lifted his right arm up to the faucet causing the sensor to register he wanted it on. He ran his paw over the left side of the faucet, giving it the command to run the water warm. "I knew this shit was going to happen, it always does. I was warned, yet I'm still too stubborn to listen. 'It's going to get you killed' he said, and of course, I don't listen! 'I'll be fine, it's what I do.' Yeah, fine my ass. I need to start letting other people do this, I'm the fucking boss for Christ's sake.."

He ran his paws under the water gasping in pain as he splashed some in his face, the blood slowly dripping off into the sink as he hung his head over it. The amount of blood dripping from his snout alone was almost absurd.He groaned as he turned to the shower behind him, reaching in and turning it on with another wave of his hand. Hot was his preference at the moment, nothing else sounded good and he knew nothing was better to soothe his aching pains than a hot bath, but since it was late, he'd settle for ths shower. He turned back around, letting the water run a minute as he inspected his face, checking for cuts and scrapes, he didn't recall any damage coming to his head, but he wanted to make sure the blood was not his own.

"Never again, I'm never going in alone again. That's too damn dangerous for me, I've an incredibly brilliant tactical mind, and great wits about me. I obviously can't handle myself like I used to." He rolled his eyes at his grim looking visage in the mirror and got one back in return. "You're an asshole Zyn, a complete and total asshole. You had the offer of help, but instead of keeping it strictly business, you had to go and throw your own personal vendetta into it. You are absolutely, one hundred and fifty fucking percent, the most idiotic, narcissistic piece of shit that I know."

He waved the sink off and stood back, now inspecting his body in the mirror. His black shirt was ripped to pieces and seemed to grin back at him from the mirror as he ripped it the rest of the way off. His toned chest was scratched badly, one long, deep looking gash very noticeable and very painful. He rolled his eyes again at his stupidity as he ran a paw through the fur on his chest, moving it down to his waist. The belt he wore was heavy, the guns on it packed a punch, so of course they weighed too much. He had been told he could have some different ones custom ordered for him, ones that were not as heavy, but his had signifigant emotional value to him. He unclasped the beltand let it drop to the ground loudly, his paws unbuckling the second, much smaller belt holding his pants up. He didn't manage to even get it off before the buttons on his dirty black pants were undone and dropped to the floor.

He grimaced as he pushed his paws in the waistband of his briefs, mud had near glued it to his body and it pulled at his fur painfully. Deciding on the quick, more painful yet most efficient way to get them down he pulled them down quickly and without hesitation, grimacing and snarling at his reflection in the mirror before kicking them off before they hit the floor.

The next few minutes felt like hell, he had stepped into the shower, the hot water was burning his wounds and sores, causing his eyes to water and his fists to hit the wall violently. Pain wasn't something he was not used to, but the fact that he had allowed himself to come into so much of it frustrated him, never in his long career as a mercenary had he muffed up so badly. He was emotionally and mentally wrecked at the moment, and did very poorly hiding it.

"Fuck!" He screamed out, clenching his fists. "Fuck fuck fuck, never a-fucking-gain."

The water dripped off his soaked, matted fur, staining the bottom of the shower a mixture of red and brown before quickly disappearing into the drain. He cleaned his wounds carefully and slowly, more cursing coming from his black lips as he felt the pain from the day come alive again. It was almost over, he could feel the bed under him as he stood there, that thought alone relieved some of the pain by itself.

When the painful, yet somewhat soothing ordeal was over, he turned the water off, grabbed a towel from on top of the toilet and dried off. He ignored the mirror completely as he walked out of the bathroom leaving the light on knowing it would turn itself off automatically, drying his fur on the way. He grunted as the towel hit each wound, and let out a sharp growl of pain as he dried around the deeper wound. A Chill ran through his naked body as the cold air hit it, almost knocking the wind out of him. He tried to ignore the pain as he sat himself down on his wide bunk, ducking his head to avoid the bulkhead above it and not bothering to check the message flashing on the view screen next to him.

"Who the fuck is leaving me a message this late in the evening. Whatever it is, it can wait until the morning. Fuck it."

He reached down to a drawer that was built in to the frame of the bottom bunk and opened it slowly. Out of it he pulled a long bandage and a packet of gauze out of it, using it to quickly wrap his much larger, more painful wound carefully. He swore that the cursing coming from his maw at that point could be heard down the entire hallway, as he cursed each time he touched around the wound too close or wrapped the bandage too tightly.

When the tedious task of taking care of his wound was over He pulled his covers around his naked, wounded body and laid his head on his pillow, his eyes closing instantly and his body fell almost immediately into a deep sleep, at that point he didn't have time for any bed time rituals, his body wouldn't allow it, and his mind wasn't having it.

* * * * *

"Attention all new arrivals, those here for training, proceed through the left hand exit, those here for lodging, please exit through the right hand exit. Those who are returning from leave to their quarters, you know where to go." The voice was terse as it came loudly over the intercom, usually, it was a sweet lady directing one to their next stop, but that could not be expected here, no, not on such a luxurious ship as the Haven. One would think that even being a mercenary vessel they would be more polite to their guests staying for room and board.

The throng of furs exiting the shuttle onto the massive super cruiser was chaotic, almost overwhelming. One being stood out in particular though, a very large dragon with silver scales who stood waiting patiently for the line he was standing in to move. At six foot four inches tall he towered over almost everyone in front of him, his wide frame and bulky body was causing him to feel trapped in the tight aisle of the shuttle.

The dragon smiled to himself as he slowly made his way through the constriction, it wasn't every day that he got to get out of his office and enjoyhimself on a nice vacation. His agent had chosen the location very well. The Haven was the epitome of perfection, the greatest luxury ship that didn't charge an arm and a leg to enjoy oneself on. The pure beauty of it was that it served dual purposes, even if not a soul dared to mention it, every visitor that found itself aboard the carrier knew that it was the home base of one of the finest military groups in the verse, although they were now mere mercenaries, they were still very well known amongst any civilized fur.

He stretched as he finally made it out of the shuttle and into the long, wide corridor that, despite the madhouse that left the shuttle directly into it, seemed very calm, and not at all as constricted as he had thought it would have been. He set his two bags down softly as he approached the main desk, a large neon blue sign hovering above it identifying it as the information desk. He struggled through the pockets of his pants to find his ID and passport, and pulled them out, placing them softly on the desk. The information officer was busy looking at his monitor, furiously typing on it and very unaware of the large, suited dragon before him.

The dragon cleared his throat loudly, demanding attention from the preoccupied fox. "Styrr Kinster, checking in to my room please." He stated his introduction loudly, but not too loud for the entire ship to hear. The dragon smiled warmly, staring at the short fox in front of him with his brilliant green eyes. "I believe I already have a reservation, most likely paid for and reserved by the Kyna Group."

The fox looked up at him somewhat irritated, his light blue jumpsuit glowing eerily in the blue light above him. "Yes sir, let me find your reservation." The wolf went back to his monitor, typing on it quickly. "I see a residential suit was prepared for you a week ago sir, it has been held for you. Are you interested in a different room, or is the one booked still sufficient?" The fox looked at him, obviously waiting for an answer impatiently.

Styrr looked at the fox with a raised eyebrow, "No, I think that will do. Is my entertainment still available? It was a long trip, I need some help unwinding and working out some kinks." His voice was low, but gentle, he didn't want to offend anyone on board, and his regular tone of voice usually came out much more harsh.

The fox looked at his screen again and tapped a few keys, "Yes sir mister Kinster, give him about an hour to prepare, He'll be in your suite preparing it for you and waiting. I suggest leaving your bags here and making your way to the dining area and choosing a restaurant, we can take care of your bags for you."

The dragon shrugged, "I think I'll wait for him in the room, it is late, I am tired, and I need a shower. Your suggestion was very much appreciated though, thank you. You can instruct him to make himself at home while I am cleaning up." The Styrr winked at the fox slyly, he knew he was being somewhat flirtatious, but the thought of the fox meeting him in the room later was awfully appealing.

"Very well sir, your room is number 1129. Here is your room pass, a map of Haven, and your visitors pass. I must ask you to have both your ID and your visitors pass on your person at all times, follow any instructions of any crew members on board, and to keep yourself out of the restricted areas that are clearly marked Mr. Kinster. Also, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask any crew member in a blue jumpsuit, that's what we're here for."

The fox handed Styrr a small envelope with his items in it and went back to his monitor, the dragon in front of him no longer his problem, and he had made that very apparent. Styrr found it an opportunity to pick up his bags and head past the desk, following more glowing blue signs towards his room.

The day for him had been tense, he wasn't a fan of big crowds, the travel agency said that the shuttles to _Have_nwere spacious and non-restricting, but then then agency hadn't taken into account his size and girth. He felt sleep start to move into his eyes but quickly shook his head to clear it, he had a nice night planned, one that hopefully involved a hot romp and some cute cuddling afterward. He chuckled to himself at the thought, he may look and act like a cold, hardhearted, monster, but the small things were still more important to him than the big things, and some of the romantic things were much higher on his list of wants then the pure sexual items.

He sighed as he turned the corner, heading down the corridor that a sign had pointed him down, then smiled to himself again as the numbers on the deck indicated rooms started to get closer and closer to the room he had been designated as his for the next few months.

"Alright Styrr, you're vacation has finally officially started. Enjoy it, it's going to be the last one you get for a very long while big boy." He laughed to himself as he stopped at his door, he looked at it for a while, staring at the blank black metal that matched the walls and floor. He sighed deeply and reached into the envelope that had been given to him and pulled out his room pass. He spun it through his fingers for a few seconds and then pushed it against the card reader on the door, feeling a blast of cool air hit his face as the door opened slowly, a small beam of light from from the hallway causing his large, bulky shadow to appear in front of him on the floor.

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Zynnis opened his eyes as soon as he heard the locking mechanism in his door disengage. Immediately he reached under his mattress and felt around for a moment, careful to keep his movements silent and steady, he didn't want the intruder to know that he was already aware of his presence. He felt the hilt of his gun brush against his fingers and quickly wrapped them around it, rolling over slowly and pulling his arm from under his mattress.

He slowly moved himself to the corner of the bunk, cringing with every movement as it sent pain jolting up his already aching body. He aimed his weapon at the door, waiting for what might come next, his jaw clamped tight, and his body shivering in the cold air as he let the blanket shift off of him. He wasn't worried, this wasn't the first unwise assassin to enter his chambers unannounced and unwelcome, nor would it be the last. He was somewhat relieved that his fur was black though, it helped him blend in a bit more in the dark than your average fur.

Styrr stepped into the room slowly, sniffing the air, he smelt blood in the air, blood and wet fur. He wrinkled his nose with annoyance and wondered what kind of place would leave a room in this kind of condition before slowly shutting the door behind him, putting his back up to it. He looked to the door next to him and used a paw to slowly push it open, standing ready for anything while it swung open, someone had to be here, the reviews of this ship were too high to warrant anything else. It could have been someone waiting for him, probably to kill him, or someone finding refuge in it to let their wounds somewhat heal during the night.

"Who's here. Ain't no point in trying to hide when there is that much blood in the air." He poked his head in the door to the bathroom, he didn't see anything, so he quickly pulled his head out and stood again with his back to the wall.

He took a large single step out into the room, his eyes still slowly adjusting to the dark. "Now I know that my entertainment for this evening can't be here this early," He paused and clenched his eyes close tightly for a moment before opening them again, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. He was hoping that they would focus enough so he could see at least something, the lights were not an option, that just gave whoever it was more of an advantage over him.

"Whoa!" He saw Zynnis in the corner of the bunk, a finely crafted pistol pointing at his chest. He looked around and put his hands up slightly, letting his luggage fall to the floor,"Whoa bud, I don't want any problems. I'll just, I'll just go." He started to back away slowly, bumping into a desk, almost falling over it. His body tensed tight, waiting for the mental command to move. Styrr wasn't much of a fight, at least he wasn't any more, but his reflexes were still capable of getting himself out of most danger.

Zynnis cocked his head and pushed the arming button on the pistol, He hadn't wanted to active it's laser functions and give away his position and presence before he knew his foe and his foe knew him. He bared his fangs and growled lowly, his injured arm held at his stomach.

Zynnis whistled loudly and the lights hummed on, and he raised an eyebrow at the Dragon standing in front of him, with his hands up, "Who the hell are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my quarters?" Zynnis snarled, he wasn't happy about being woken, and definitely wasn't happy to see a civilian standing in his room, or what to him looked like a civilian. Deep down, he hoped it was someone sent to kill him, otherwise someone on his crew had a lot of explaining to do, and that meant more work for him in the morning.

Styrr leaned back against the desk and tilted his head slightly, examining the lion in front of him. This breed was strange to him. He had never seen a lion with horns and what looked like wings on it's back, at that instant many questions wandered their way into his mind, but he silently forced them back and cleared his throat quietly, "I am Styrr Kinster, I'm a businessman just here on vacation, I meant no harm, and I apologize for my trespass," He paused a moment and thought carefully about his next words, "This is room 1129 is that right? I had this room reserved a week ago, I'm just a bit late, but no one mentioned anything about bunk mates when I checked in. I know I ordered some entertainment, but I didn't think it'd be me standing with my back to a desk and a pistol pointed at me." He tried to crack a smile but couldn't as he stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's also my room. Who gave you that card and why the fuck would you think I'm mere entertainment? Do you know who I am?" Zynnis' voice was low and it was apparent that he was dangerously close to rage. He wasn't in the mood to idly chat about mundane details, and wanted to get the point as quickly and directly as he could.

"The information officer up front. I didn't get his name, a small fox, kind of cute, with adorable brown eyes." He started to roll his eyes slightly in annoyance but quickly stopped himself, not wanting to irritate the already agitated fur any more than he already had. He heard the door open slowly and looked over, a small, scantly clothed white fox standing in the opening quietly.

Zynnis snapped a shot at the corner of the room nearest the door quickly, a high powered red bolt of energy shooting into it and scarring the black wall a deeper black, "Get the fuck out!" He was screaming now and took a deep, calm breath as he heard the door shut quickly and loud running footsteps going the opposite direction. He cracked a satisfied smiled but then quickly looked back to the dragon in front of him, "Now, where were we, oh yes, I remember, His voice was dripping with anger, "You were about to tell me why I shouldn't pull this trigger and put a bolt right in your eye." Zynnis emphasized his anger and the seriousness of his words with a grinding of his teeth and a loud sigh.

Styrr sighed and put his hands down, he shook his head slowly, he didn't have an answer yet and needed to stall until he could find one somewhat suitable. This morning was not the morning that he had decided he wanted to meet whatever gods where out there waiting for him, "Not really, you have the advantage here, and regardless of what I say it is ultimately your choice what you do, I'm not the one holding the gun, that would be you, and as reluctant and embarrassed I am to say it, I am at your mercy."

Zynnis looked at him, rolling his eyes, "Dodging the question isn't the same as answering the question." He looked at Styrr sternly, "I suppose your next response would be that you're just another paying customer like the rest, and deserve respect and better customer service than what is being shown to you at this particular moment in time. I know your type business man, it wont work with me. We have a saying here on Haven, and it is one of the first things we teach all of our crew members: 'Never try and play a player, especially if he's the one with the gun.'"

Styrr took a moment to let those work sink and and sighed. He sat back against the desk, his paws holding him steady as he placed them down on the desk at his sides. "I see, you're obviously not dim witted or slow, well, since I'm going to be forced to give a real answer, let me just let you know who I really am, and then perhaps since you'll know me a little better, you can find some way to trust me somewhat more than you already do."

He knew that what he was saying was going to fall on deaf ears, but he didn't really care, he was good at his job, and his job was selling things. He needed more time to find himself a decent answer so he paused to let his earlier words sink in before beginning, "My name is Styrr Kinster, that much you already know. I own the Kyna Group, we sell weapons, gear, and ships for organizations much like this one. Why I am here was the truth as well, I needed a vacation, I have nothing better to do with my time any more than relax, so that is what I decided on."

Zynnis could only look at him, blinking, he didn't want to know the dragon's life story, "I don't care how you found your way to my ship, or who you are and what you own. I want to know how you found yourself here, in my room, this late in the evening, or early in the morning, or whatever the hell you want to call it. Stop playing fucking games sir, or I will shoot you dead." Zynnis still had the gun pointing straight at Styrr's chest, his arm steady and his brilliant green eyes locked with the dragon's own.

"Oh, that," Styrr chuckled, "It was assigned to me, that's all. I came from the shuttle, stopped at your information desk, and took my room key. If you still don't believe me, call up front." The dragon wasn't really worried for his life at this point, he knew who he was dealing with now, the hybrid told him that with the way he emphasized 'my ship.' Zynnis At-Manath was a name well known around the universe, anyone who was anybody dreamed of meeting the fur, businessman and warrior alike, he was not only a brilliant tactical mind, but a genius when it come to running a business. The very worse part about Zynnis having brains and proving that he knew what to do with them was that he knew just as well as everyone else that he was a master of his craft, and that is what Syrtt believed made him so dangerous.

Zynnis rolled his eyes and reluctantly used his injured arm to punch a key in on his view screen at his bed, "Connect me to info-17."

A beep came from the computer, "Connecting sir."

Zynnis looked back to the dragon and glared at him, perking his ears up as he heard the connection tone from his view screen, "Explain yourself private."

An image of the fox appeared on the screen, standing at attention, "Explain what sir?"

Zynnis growled impatiently, "Why the fuck did you send a civvy to my room? A game? You think it's funny? Do you know what time I got in last night? I ought to kill you." Zynnis was rattling off the questions faster then the fox could answer them.

The fox's eyes closed as what happened sunk in, "I'm sorry sir, there must have been a mistake somewhere, the room was shown as vacant, and was the only one left that the customer had ordered, I remember him well, big dragon, green eyes."

"That's right private, big dragon, green eyes, standing in front of me with a pistol pointed at him, you want his death on your hands?" He saw the fox shake his head, "Didn't think so, get it fixed in the database, and burn my room number into your memory so you don't forget it. If this happens again I'll make sure to burn it onto you forehead so you and everyone who looks at you will remember it. Otherwise. I'll deal with you in the afternoon, report to my office at thirteen hundred hours, am I understood?"

"Yes sir, I'll come collect him immediately sir."

"Don't worry about that private, I can handle this on my own from here on out, so there are no more, mistakes." He emphasized the last word in his sentence and quickly hit the call end button on his view screen before the fox could reply. He turned and looked back to the dragon he was currently holding hostage, "Now that is cleared up, I supposed I can put this down."

Zynnis set the pistol down and saw the dragon sigh in relief. Styrr reached down and picked his bags off the floor, casually tossing them near the door with a loud thump, he didn't know where he was going next and didn't really care, what he did know was that he wasn't going to here.

"So what do you intend to do with me then? I don't think you'll kill me, or send me to the brig, or anything like that. If what I heard about you is right, then you have enough common sense not to start problems like that with another businessman like myself." The dragon let himself sound as if he was confident, he had to find someway to regain his composure.

Zynnis scoffed, "I don't know what you've heard about me, or who you think I am, I don't run PR campaigns, and I definitely don't tell people about me, so you may be mistaken." He then chuckled and patted his weapon that he had laid down on the bed next to him, "But you're right, I'm not going to kill you, that would be too much cleaning up for my likes, especially when it involves my room. The smell of blood just never goes away. Not quite sure if you know what that's like, but it's not pleasant." Zynnis sighed and pulled his sheets back over him. "It's late now, too late for me to find you another room, and I'm not one hundred percent unreasonable. You can stay in here for the night under two conditions." Zynnis paused as he laid himself back down slowly, groaning in slight pain.

Styrr raised an eyebrow, he didn't like the pause that Zynnis had just finished his sentence with, "And those would be?"

"Well, first of all, go wash yourself, you smell like shit," Zynnis pulled the gun from the sheets and slowly slid it back under his mattress, "And two, don't get any funny fucking ideas while I'm sleeping. I'd shoot you outright, as you can probably already see I'm not really up for a scuffle."

Styrr just blinked and sniffed at his underarms, he did stink, he had been sweating the entire trip there, and he himself didn't like smelling his own musk, "That is understandable, and you're being most kind, it has been a long trip, trying to get another room at this time of morning would be more hassle than it was worth." He also mulled over the mercenary leaders last comment, not really happy with it, his reputation wasn't that of someone who would take advantage of another while they were asleep, and he already had an idea that Zynnis knew exactly who he was, the intelligent hybrid was a database of knowledge, and that is what made him so quick on his feet. "That sounds reasonable, where am I to sleep, if you don't mind me asking, I hope not the floor."

Zynnis had already put his head into his pillow and looked as if he really didn't care, but to Styrr's relief, he gestured towards the top bunk with a furred hand then looked as if he was done with the entire evening, closing his eyes. "I do appreciate it sir, rest well."

Zynnis grunted in response, leaving Styrr to take care of his parts of the bargain.