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The Mattock heavy rifle bucked against Zvezda’s shoulder with all the force of a charging varren, sending a single massive lead slug zipping across the plaza. The white hot slug arced like a bolt of lightning through the Gozu District’s dim red light and smote a human Blue Suns mercenary in the head. Before Zvezda could watch the blue and white armored figure crash to the ground, he had to dive back into cover to avoid the hail of gunfire from the dead merc’s half-dozen comrades.

The red fox flung himself behind a concrete planter and instinctively curled an arm over his head as slugs slammed into it, pelting him with debris. Zvezda was in trouble and he knew it. Even if he somehow eluded this squad, the Blue Suns controlled the entire district, and every one Tarak’s goons would be after him. His cover had been blown, and his only hope was a shuttle on the other side of the Gozu District that would get him the hell off Omega.

Keeping low Zvezda shuffled forward toward the other end of the planter, pushing the heavy rifle in front of him and ignoring the cuts and scrapes tearing through his pilot’s suit. His chocolate brown ears picked up the sound of running footsteps closing in on him from the way he had come. Before any of the mercenaries could make it to cover, Zvezda took the chance and launched himself out from behind cover, landing on his back between his planter and the next a couple meters away.

Like he had hoped, Zvezda caught the Blue Suns by surprise and sent another bolt of lead smashing through the armored torso of a batarian. He fell on his face, dead before he hit the floor. At the same instant a spray of dark blue blood erupted from a turian mercenary as a bullet exploded through the front of his chest. The other mercs halted and hesitated, as confused as Zvezda was. In that heart pounding moment, the fox’s sharp eyes caught a glint of light in the distance on a platform overlooking the plaza.

The hesitation cost a third mercenary his life as a bullet whizzed from that platform and caught a human in the head. Zvezda wasted no time and scrambled to his feet and ran. He dove through a door and down a shadowy corridor he thought took him towards the docking bay where his shuttle waited. Behind him he heard the three remaining Blue Suns clattering into the hallway behind him.

Zvezda ran, panting for breath as his heart hammered in his chest, until he reached a crossroads. The corridor split four ways, with three doors ahead of him. None of them were marked, and Zvezda looked between them frantically. His mind worked, trying to remember the way. More Blue Suns could be, and probably were, behind any of the closed doors.

A shout went up behind him as the mercs spotted the fox, and he dove into one of the doorways for cover. Zvezda’s bushy tail was nearly singed by the hail of gunfire that slammed into the door he had just been standing in front of.

Suddenly the roar of a high powered rifle, different from the mercs’, rent the air from behind the Blue Suns. Zvezda backed off his cover and lifted the Mattock, and peeked around the corner. He found a turian in black and blue armor in between the two remaining mercenaries, cracking one of them in the head with the butt of a sniper rifle. The other was leveling his rifle on the unknown turian, who twisted the long rifle and pulled the trigger without time to align the sights. The sniper rifle boomed again, loosing flames from its barrel along with a bullet that whizzed through the merc’s neck with enough force to throw him against the wall. Before the Blue Suns’ bodies had time to slump to the floor, Zvezda found himself staring down the barrel of that deadly rifle.

“I think you should put that down,” the turian’s flanged sardonic voice was muffled by the helmet he wore. “It’s rude to point guns at people who have just saved your life.”

Zvezda peered at the dark visor of the turian’s helmet, but it was entirely opaque, and the stranger’s face was concealed. The fox hesitated a moment, and then trusting his instinct, lowered his Mattock slowly. The turian stranger did the same and relaxed. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Zvezda asked.

“These,” the turian said dismissively, indicating the dead Blue Suns with the muzzle of his rifle, “call me Archangel. You could say I was in the neighborhood, making sure they… stay out of trouble.” he said, and Zvezda sensed a turian smirk was hidden behind that helmet. “Care to explain how you found yourself in so much of it?”

Zvezda’s mind raced for an alibi. “I’m a pilot. I run jobs for them, the Blue Suns, sometimes. Something must have been wrong with the shipment, I don’t know. They rounded up my crew, but I got away,” the fox said quickly with faux nervousness.

“You’re a smuggler,” Archangel said, and Zvezda detected a note of danger rising in the turian’s voice. “What are you bringing to Omega? Red sand? Hallex?” he accused angrily.

“No, nothing like that!” Zvezda said truthfully, raising a paw placatingly. He had the suspicion that whoever this turian was, he styled himself as some sort of do-gooder super hero here to clean up Omega. Hell, with the skills he had just seen, maybe he could.

“It… it was mostly weapons, some mechs too, I think. I don’t really know, I just heard the crew talking about it. I’m just a pilot.” the fox said, forcing a fearful stammer and even curling his tail between his legs slightly.

Archangel nodded slowly and looked back down the hallway. “And where are you going? What’s your plan here? The Blue Suns will find you if you stay on Omega,” he said, pacing back and forth. Even in this moment, the fox could appreciate the deadly grace in the turian’s movements.

“I saw a shuttle in the docking bay next to my ship. I was hoping I could take it and get out of here. Away from these crazy Blue Suns,” Zvezda said, waving a paw disgustedly at the dead Blue Suns at Archangel’s feet. “Away from Omega.”

Archangel turned back to Zvezda. “I can get you there, but it won’t be easy. And only if you swear never to work with these thugs ever again, or the Blood Pack or Eclipse.” the turian said menacingly as he approached and stabbed a finger into Zvezda’s chest. Archangel loomed over him, nearly a head taller, and stared him down through his helmet’s opaque visor.

Zvezda flattened his ears and nodded. “I swear.”

Archangel hovered over him a moment longer before turning towards one of the other doors in the hallway, saying over his shoulder. “Come on. And drop that rifle, you’ll be less suspicious without it.”

Zvezda hesitated, looking down at the prized Mattock rifle in his paws. It had gotten him through a few scrapes, and not just today. He looked back up at Archangel, who waited impatiently in the now open doorway, and set the rifle down against the wall.

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“You’re sure this thing will fly? It looks like the Blue Suns forgot about it years ago,” Archangel said in a hushed voice from behind Zvezda. They were crouched behind stacks of shipping containers in the corner of a quiet hangar. Despite some close calls, the turian had managed to get Zvezda to his shuttle.

“It better,” the fox said under his breath. Indeed the shuttle was nearly completely surrounded by the shipping containers, obscuring it from the rest of the hangar. Around it were a jumble of forgotten old tools, spare parts, and hosing. Zvezda stood and tugged off the sheet covering the shuttle, releasing a cloud of dust into the air. He let the sheet fall to the metal floor, revealing the craft’s nondescript white paneling. The broad windows in the cockpit and sides were tinted nearly black, and were almost impossible to see through from the outside.

Zvezda glanced over it while Archangel stood behind him. All of the panels appeared to be in place; that was a good sign. “I’ll check and make sure it’s working,” Zvezda said with a glance over his shoulder at Archangel. The turian was looking around with his sniper rifle at low ready, watching and listening for anyone approaching. He turned and gave Zvezda a brief nod.

The fox activated his omni-tool, and its orange holographic interface appeared around his forearm. He tapped a few keys, quickly interfacing with the shuttle’s systems. Thankfully they responded and the door on the side of the shuttle began to open upwards. Keeping his back to the turian, Zvezda tugged down the zipper on his flight suit and withdrew his sidearm from its concealed shoulder holster.

Before the door could open fully, he dashed inside and tapped the control panel on the inside. He whirled around, leveling his Carnifex hand cannon at Archangel. The turian caught him by surprise however, and was suddenly on him. He smashed the gun out of Zvezda’s hand with the butt of his rifle, sending it clattering into the pilots’ cabin. With lightning speed Archangel slammed the rifle’s stock into his gut, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sprawling onto the shuttle’s floor.

Archangel stepped in after him as the door closed behind them with a hiss, sealing them within the quiet of the shuttle’s small passenger cabin. Zvezda wheezed for breath as a great taloned foot pressed down on his chest, pinning him on his back. A moment later the barrel of Archangel’s sniper rifle probed under his muzzle, forcing him to tilt his head up and away until he could no longer see the turian.

“Keep your hands where I can see them,” Archangel commanded. The fox complied, stretching his arms above his head.

“Had a feeling you were… too smart for that to work,” Zvezda gasped with a wheezing laugh.

“Who are you working for? One of the other gangs? Eclipse? The Blood Pack?” Archangel growled, jamming the rifle’s muzzle harder against his throat. “Aria?”

“Why should I tell you?” Zvezda spat.

“Because if you don’t, I will paint the inside of this shuttle with your brains,” Archangel growled. Instead of jabbing his throat again with the rifle like Zvezda expected, he felt the pressure lessen, and he was able to look up at Archangel. He used a single hand to pull off his helmet, revealing a silvery face painted with blue markings and a holographic targeting computer over his left eye. He stared daggers into Zvezda’s eyes as he let his helmet fall to the floor. “And I’ll take whatever is on your omni-tool and the shuttle’s computer, and leave you to rot.”

Zvezda looked up at the turian. He was undeniably handsome, and his smooth confidence and flanged voice made his attractiveness all the greater. However, cold murder exuded from those intense eyes. He’d kill him if he didn’t get what he wanted, and maybe even then. “Cerberus,” Zvezda breathed hoarsely. “And you’ll need me to unlock the data.”

“Cerberus…” Archangel said, mandibles fluttering with surprise. “I thought they were a human supremacist group.”

Zvezda shrugged. “They’re branching out. The pay is good,” the fox said casually, a smirk creeping across his muzzle.

Archangel’s mandibles pulled tight to his face in a turian frown. “You’re a sleeper agent. They left you behind after the attack on Omega. That explains the Mattock.”

Now that Zvezda thought he wasn’t in immediate danger of having his head blown off, he found he rather didn’t mind being pinned on his back by this turian stranger. His sheath swelled slightly as he wondered what Archangel looked like under that armor. “What can I say? I like big guns,” Zvezda said in a sultry voice, and with sudden inspiration, gave the metal barrel of Archangel’s rifle a long meaningful lick.

Archangel was clearly caught off guard by this. He was frozen in place, staring down at Zvezda. The fox continued, “I’ll sweeten the deal, big guy: you let me get off…” Zvezda indicated the shuttle’s cockpit with nod, “… and I’ll help you get off,” he finished by dipping his nose towards the turian’s groin.

Archangel hesitated, but Zvezda caught the turian’s eyes darting to where his white chest ruff poofed through his open flight suit. He turned and looked around out of shuttle’s windows. No one was around, and even if someone stumbled upon the shuttle amidst the shipping crates, they wouldn’t be able to see through the dark windows easily. Zvezda had him, he thought with a rising giddyness.

“What’s in that data?” Archangel finally said slowly.

“Names, passwords, addresses. Anything I could get my paws on working with the Blue Suns,” Zvezda explained, growing impatient as his flight suit constricted his hardening length. “Now are you going to let me get to work?”

A couple long moments passed before Archangel lowered his rifle and took his foot off Zvezda’s chest. “Take off the jumpsuit,” the turian commanded as Zvezda got his feet under him.

“Want to get a better look at me, hmm?” the fox said with a grin as he pushed the flight suit off his shoulders and kicked it off his legs.

“I want to make sure you don’t have any other surprises for me,” Archangel said. His eyes belied a half-truth though, as they traveled up and down the fox’s nearly naked form. He seemed especially interested in the pink panties that barely contained Zvezda’s erection.

The fox shrugged and dropped the flight suit in the corner, making no effort to conceal the several knives tucked into pockets on the inside. “Want to be extra thorough?” Zvezda asked in his sultry voice, stepping closer to Archangel and placing his paws on the turian’s shoulders.

Archangel dropped his rifle onto the passenger seats behind him, and then ran his free hands down the fox’s sides. “I better be. Just to be safe,” he murmured as his hands ran over the gentle swell of Zvezda’s hips and caught his fingers in the panties’ waistband.

Zvezda grinned and his tail wagged eagerly behind him. The fox’s paws went for the latches securing the armor around the turian’s groin. Zvezda’s paws worked expertly, unfastening the armor and letting it fall away without even taking his eyes off the turian’s.

“Done this before?” Archangel asked with amusement as he pushed the panties down the fox’s legs.

Zvezda sighed with relief when his pink vulpine cock was finally freed from its fabric prison and stood erect in the open air. “I keep a few things in my bag of tricks to get out of… and into trouble,” he replied with a smirk.

Before Archangel could say anything else, the fox abruptly dropped to his knees, pulling down the black fabric underwear that covered the turian beneath his armor at the same time. Zvezda found himself at eye level with a large blue cock, bobbing just a couple inches from his nose. It protruded from a genital slit, and possessed ridges along its sides and ended in a pointed tip.

Zvezda wasted no time in leaning in and starting to lick over the exotic member. His tongue elicited a pleasured sigh from Archangel as he licked from tip to base, exploring every inch of the turian. The fox’s heart fluttered at the way Archangel’s cock pulsed to its full hardened length under his licking. When the flesh was all slick he finally opened his muzzle and took Archangel’s tip between his lips and sucked tight.

The fox slowly pressed his muzzle down onto Archangel’s cock, letting him enjoy the view of his shaft slowly disappearing into Zvezda’s mouth. Carefully he guided the exotic flesh between his sharp fangs before he lavished it with his tongue, licking every ridge as it popped between his lips and into his mouth. A pleased hum radiated from Zvezda’s chest as that exotic yet familiar hardness filled his muzzle, and his tail wagged behind him.

Zvezda took as much of the male as he could into his mouth until his nose kissed the metallic plating that formed part of the turian’s skin. Archangel then wrapped his three fingered hands around the fox’s muzzle and the back of his head, and thrust a little further with a sigh of pleasure. His ears instinctively folded back and he looked up at Archangel, finding his mandibles splayed wide in a turian grin. Zvezda’s own cock was so painfully hard now that he couldn’t resist taking it into his paw and stroking himself with a pleasured sigh.

Archangel finally relented on his grip and immediately Zvezda got to work, bobbing his head back and forth over the alien cock quickly. In a moment the close air of the shuttle’s passenger cabin was filled with the sounds of the turian’s slick shaft passing back and forth between the fox’s lips and the sucking of his muzzle. Archangel’s flanged rasps and groans of pleasure were quick to follow.

Zvezda looked up at the turian from his knees as his paw worked between his legs. Servicing such a foreign creature, and one as masculine and dangerous as Archangel, sent a thrill down the fox’s spine. Archangel peered back down at him, obviously enjoying the view, and even gave the fox a little petting between the ears.

Zvezda’s ears splayed at the gesture and he closed his eyes to focus on the maleness in his mouth. His world narrowed to the hardness in his muzzle and in his paw as he let himself enjoy it; forgetting all about how he had ended up here. He let himself slip into that hypnotic back and forth rhythm, letting that ribbed cock rub over his tongue again and again.

The turian was thrusting his hips to meet Zvezda’s muzzle each time it descended upon him as his breathing grew harder and his flanged groans grew louder. The fox’s free paw gripped the alien’s leg, feeling how his body moved as he bucked his hips into his muzzle. Archangel grunted something out between gritted teeth, “Not… in your mouth.”

The words were lost on Zvezda as felt himself tumbling over the edge into pure pleasure. He felt his seed surging up his length, pushed up and inevitably outwards by those wonderful contractions in his groin. He stroked his cock faster as the pressure increased until blissful release. A long rope of white cum burst from Zvezda’s cock and spattered the black leather seats behind Archangel. The fox moaned around the cock in his mouth as he felt the tension in his body explode out of him, through his cock, spurt by spurt.

With a hand to his shoulder, Archangel suddenly pushed Zvezda off of his cock. Confused and still spurting his own orgasm across the floor, he watched as Archangel wrapped three broad fingers around his member and stroked himself rapidly. Archangel deliberately aimed his cock directly at his face while peering down at the fox with intense desire, mouth open and gasping for breath.

Zvezda hadn’t even time to close his eyes before an enormous rope of thick purple fluid spurted from the turian’s blue cock and landed across his muzzle. Zvezda blinked in surprise at the fluid’s exotic color, so caught off guard that he witnessed a second and then a third rope of turian cum erupt from the tip of his cock. The purple semen arced across his muzzle, the hot and heavy fluid staining his auburn fur with alien essence.

His eyes flicked upwards for just a moment. He found Archangel’s mandibles splayed and sharp teeth bared as he looked back down at him, watching in heart-pounding pleasure as he shot his cum onto the fox’s face with heavy spurts. Finally Zvezda screwed his eyes shut against the next rope to arc across his face before it caught him in his eyes.

For several long furious moments the shuttle was filled with the sounds of the males groaning and grunting in pleasure, and the wet spruit of their seed leaving their bodies and its quiet spatter when it landed. Zvezda reveled in those moments, even after he was spent. His ears tilted back and he accepted the spurts of alien ejaculate onto his face eagerly as he panted through his pleasant post-orgasm glow. His tail thumped the floor behind him as the purple cum oozed through his fur and warmed his skin.

Then Archangel was trying to catch his breath too, and a heavy hand came down on Zvezda’s shoulder as he steadied himself. “Fuck…” the turian gasped.

Zvezda couldn’t repress a giggle as he leaned closer to Archangel and probed blindly with his tongue extended for the turian’s cock. Archangel chuckled raggedly and batted away the fox’s muzzle. “You really want anaphylactic shock, don’t you….” there was an uncertain pause in Archangel’s speech.

The fox cocked his ears questioningly for a moment. Suddenly he felt the turian’s broad fingers gently wiping away the cum from his eyes. He blinked up at him cautiously. “Zvezda,” he answered, realizing Archangel was searching for his name. Then he added, “Shock? Oh…” he trailed off, remembering something about turian foods being hazardous to others, and vice versa.

Archangel’s mandibles splayed in amusement and he gave Zvezda a little pet between the ears. “Stay here, I’ll find something for you to clean up with,” he said and stuffed his receding length back into his shorts. He quickly latched his armor back on, grabbed his rifle, and added with exasperation before heading to the pilots’ cabin, “And don’t get it in your mouth.”

Zvezda let out a breath and sat for a moment. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the hot male fluids in his fur, on his skin, and dripping down his muzzle. Archangel returned a few moments later with a bundle of scrounged rags held in one hand. Zvezda reached a paw for it, but the turian held it out of reach with a grin. “The data first,” he said.

Zvezda sighed and activated his omni-tool, tapping the holographic keys with the tip of a claw quickly. When he established the connection with Archangel’s omni-tool, he also stealthily initiated a program. While Archangel’s omni-tool was downloading through the data-link, it was being mined of everything Zvezda could get before the download was finished. Archangel seemed unaware, nodding and severing the link from his omni-tool when the data package was transferred.

“You know, the color does suit you,” Archangel said with a smirk, indicating the mess dripping from Zvezda’s face before tapping a single key on his omni-tool. The shuttle’s engines rumbled to life and began lifting it into the air while the passenger bay door swung open. He had hacked into the shuttle’s systems and installed an auto-execute program while he was in the cockpit, Zvezda realized too late.

“You should try turian face paint more… permanently,” Archangel said as he scooped up his helmet and put it back on his head. Before Zvezda could scramble to his feet, the turian leapt out the open door, taking the rags with him, as the shuttle lifted and spun towards the shielded hangar bay opening.

The passenger door closed again as soon as it had opened, and Zvezda leapt up to it. He had just enough time to see Archangel waving to him from behind the shipping crates as the shuttle picked up speed and soared across the hangar. Dock workers and Blue Suns mercs pointed at the shuttle and raced to close the hangar doors, but they were too late. In a vain attempt to stop it, the mercs sent a few bullets whizzing off the shuttle’s hull harmlessly before it plunged through the shield sealing the docking bay from the vacuum of space. In a moment, the window in front of Zvezda was filled with stars and asteroids as the shuttle turned and zoomed towards the system’s mass relay.

In a heartbeat, Archangel had left the fox naked, helpless, alone, dripping with cum, and on an unknown course through the asteroid field surrounding Omega.

Zvezda scrambled for the cockpit and dove into the pilot’s seat. He furiously tapped through the computer’s interface until he discovered that the program Archangel had installed plotted a course only for the next system. It would self-terminate after going through the relay. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed in the chair, suddenly very tired after the day’s ordeal.

As the mass relay loomed in the cockpit windows, Zvezda activated his omni-tool and took a look at the data he had harvested from Archangel’s omni-tool. With an exasperated sinking feeling, he found that all the data seemed to have been corrupted into a meaningless hash. Archangel had outfoxed him.

Zvezda growled in frustration as he scrolled through the morass of jumbled letters and numbers. He was about to give up and try to go clean himself up when something appeared on his omni-tool’s orange holographic screen. A single name stood out among the tangled code.

“Garrus Vakarian”