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so I had to rewrite some of this as my previous work just felt wrong. rushed, incomplete, and worst of all not thought out at all. this is the only story I'm writing for now. I'll try my hand at more if/when this is ever completed. there likely won't be reular updates, it just depends on when I have time and the mood takes me. sorry if this is inconvenit but there is a reason this is not my day job... I hope you enjoy and feed back is always welcome.

Larea was a tigress with purple fur, black stripes, violet eyes, and stood about 4'11". At twelve she was the second and youngest daughter of baroness Yitari, a 37-year-old grey furred tigress with black stripes, silver eyes and stood about 5'9". Currently she was angry because all though lunch her mother did nothing but fawn on her sister Jade a 17-year-old tigress with green fur, black stripes, silver eyes and stood at 5'9". Just because she was the youngest to ever complete a ritual summon in know history didn't mean she was better than Larea. Hadn't Larea herself been the youngest ever excepted to the Magi school? But no one remembers that, no it just more of the same. No matter what she did her sister was always there first. Always did it better, even when she did beat her sister at something, everyone just assumed jade had let her win or had made it easier for her to find successes. It was madding, but Larea had a plan this time. She'd show everyone she was better and then they'd finally pay attention to her. After all, if her sister had managed a summoning without much issue and Larea had managed to pass the entry exam to the magi school even earlier then jade, then it followed she'd be able to do this too. I mean how hard could a greater summoning be?

Larea Scooped up Naira a 10-year-old wolven with black fur, though it ran to green on her belly, one blue eye, one red eye, 3'10", from the royal gardens (as Naira was an aspiring druid this is where she liked to spend most of her time), and whisked her off to the old and abandoned section of the magi training grounds. It was just to the north of the old stables. It had six towers (there was eight once but two were nothing but melted and twisted slag) that boxed a courtyard about a hundred yards in diameter. It was abandoned about five hundred years ago when the two towers were lost with all their inhabitants due to an unfortunate summoning mishap. However, a few of the old summoning rooms still worked, and it was to one such room that the two were headed.

Naira looked around nervously, “I don't think this is a good idea Larea". Larea looked to Naira with determination and said “My sister did a summoning yesterday. I've cut years off what she's managed to accomplish before. Why should this be any different?". Naira “All right that's true but she only completed a minor summoning, while your trying for a greater summoning. Isn't that supposed to be a whole lot harder? Besides if we're caught here again you know what'll happen." Larea “A lot of things are supposed to be hard per the masters. Like the entrance exams, yet I found them to be so easy it was almost boring." The truth was at the time she was so nervous she almost fainted. “As for what'll happen if were caught here again… well just don't get caught and it won't matter, now will it?".

Their foot steppes echoed hollowly off the walls, each step disturbing the dust of centuries. When they arrived on the bottom floor of the basement (where most summoning rooms are located, to better hold any summoned creature that might try to escape) they picked the first room on the right. Inside they found runes engraved into the very stone of the building. Twisting and writhing on themselves, nonmagi that stared at them to long often got motion sickness. Larea quickly began setting up for the ritual, now eager to succeed and show everyone she was better than Jade. She began the ritual just like they showed in the book by drawing the proper sigils of power with chalk on the floor, next she knelt in the center of the circle and began the proper chants to focus her mind and form a conduit for her power to flow though. Lastly, she drew in her will then let out her power to follow the conduit. The sigils around her flared to life with a bright red glow that hurt her eyes. The two girls sat waiting with baited breath to see what would be summoned forth. Minutes crawled by like hours while the two waited, until finally Naira said, “I think you messed it up." Larea “I don't understand I did everything listed in the book exactly as it was described." Naira “look let's just get out of here before we're caught ok?" Larea “fine I suppose I'll just have to do some more research and try again later." When Larea left the circle, the sigils died away to a low smoldering red as though the very fires of hell burned within. Naira looked at them and asked, “are they supposed to keep glowing like that?" Larea “I'm not sure let me go check my notes."

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In the dark places between worlds a being sat contemplating the future and the past. She'd been rather forcefully ejected from the last world she been playing on. They thought they could deny her plans for their world. Folly truly, for all things came from chaos and to chaos all things would inevitably return. For now, she was unable to act directly and all her vassals had been destroyed. She needed something to give her an opening but how?

Something intruded on her, drawing her back the present. It was a line of power… some foolish magi had cast a summoning but forgotten to specify a target. As she watched the line writhe and twist growing ever longer seeking a target, any target. She was reminded of a new and interesting world she had found and one toy she particularly liked to play with. A thought came to her then, the seed of an idea taking root in her mind. A devious smile spread across her face as she reached out and plucked the line of power from the aethier. However, it was not yet the right time to implement such a plan so she tucked the strand of power away for later use. After all she wasn't done playing with him in his current world. So much chaos left to sow first.

***

A massive ball of ice, hurtles though space heading deeper into a star system. It's heading and speed would bring it very close to the fourth moon of the sixth planet of the solar system, an unidentified gas giant in just under two hours. A light comes on illuminating a dark figure followed by a soft tone and the delicate soprano voice of a young woman “Sir we're approaching the destination. Optimal insertion window in 10 minutes." A grim hard voice issues from the figure “thank you Arora, please return ship board illumination to normal." When the lights snapped back on Kail winced slightly, and allowed his eyes a moment to adjust. Standing he made his way to the back of the ship. Finishing a few last-minute preparations, he made his way to the incursion tube. When the countdown hit zero small explosives detonated in precisely place locations on the “rouge" comate, causing a small amount of debris to break away. Into this debris cloud an armored figure was jettisoned.

As Kail dropped into orbit he spotted his objective 30 kilometers north of where he projected his impact site to be. It struck him as odd that no scan of the debris cloud had yet been performed. While no one would ever accuse the Vaagh of having an imagination, they were very meticulous about how they operated inside the “Box". This kind of sloppy work wasn't like them. Given that the smaller planetoid had barely 1/3 of earth's gravity the impact when he arrived at the surface was negligible to say the least. He immediately sought cover to hide from the patrol the Vaagh would inevitably send out. Only after an hour when no patrol came he decided to move out. At this point he could only conclude that intel had fucked up again and this facility was abandoned. Months of preparations wasted, still there might be some relevant data left over.

The trip north took the better part of 15 hours. It's not that he couldn't have gone faster, but even if the facility was deserted it didn't follow that there were no automated defenses to contend with. Yet as he arrived at the facility without so much as running into the most basic of active sensors, he began to get a bad feeling about what he was walking into. This feeling was only intensified when he saw no movement inside the compound. He wasn't exactly expecting a bustling hive of activity but there was always some movement, even if only the service drones preforming cleaning. As he began to circle the compound he found subtle signs here and there that something violent had happened here. A hole in a wall that looked as if something had forced its way in, a dark smear here and there that he though was probably blood, a wrecked vehicle, & scorch marks form plasma rounds but not enough for a large-scale firefight and where were the bodies…

He supposed it was possible that the Vaagh had pissed of another alien race and they were responsible for this, but he didn't think so. It just didn't feel right, why were so many of the defense still intact… No, the more he looked at it the more it looked like the attack came from inside the compound and most of the defenses were never manned. That was concerning to him, and the longer he observed the compound the stronger the feeling he was being watched. But nothing came up on passive scans, so he decided to risk and active scan, still nothing… I don't like this, it practical screams trap still there was nothing for it. His ship wouldn't be back in range for another three days as the comet it was buried in looped around the sun and headed back out system, and he did have a mission to complete. Making his way down to the compound he entered though the open gate, and got his first up close look at the dark stains. Definitely blood, with deep gouges in the concrete. It looked like something with massive claws had stabbed the concrete repeatedly. With a thoughtful look around he switched out his AS-535 assault rifle with a SC-12 scatter gun. A rough search of the surface structures yielded little except that the power was out and more damage done with large blades or claws and a few bone like fragments sticking out of a few walls. There was no damage to the wall except for where the bones had punched into them. Meaning that they were probably shot into the wall as opposed to a tail or limb hitting the wall and imbedding them in it. Great, now it looks like they (whoever they are) have projectile weapons capable of punching holes through walls made of three inches of battle steel, this just keeps getting better… with one last look around he descended into the depths below…

His goal was the command center to find out exactly what had happened here. The deeper he got the more evident the violence of the attack. Thick blood pools mostly dried, blood smeared on the walls and splattered on the celling, even an arm horribly mutilated hanging out of an air vent but when checked not attached to a body. It was stupid but all he could think of was all the horror films and games of his youth… As stupid as it seemed he might have to go farther afield to find the answers to this riddle. After all, if you eliminated all reasonable theories then all that was left was the unreasonable. Zombies, ghouls, ghost, demons, some type of plague, or (this being the most likely) some form of alien life or mutated lab creation. Tck, Tck, the sound immediately got his attention. He paused and began scanning the corridor for the source of the Nosie, but found nothing. Nothing was showing up on his passives either, so taking the chance that all the Vaagh here were already dead or otherwise occupied, he turned on his active scan and had less than a second to react to the thing as it burst forth from the airducts at him. He threw up his arm and side stepped, the creature missed impaling him with its massive blade like arms, though it's gaping jaws caught the arm that only just blocked it from clamping down on it victims head. Instead of pulling away and allowing the thing room to shake it head and worry at his left arm, he stepped into the creature thrusting his left arm and by extension its head back. He kicked out at the left arm blade knocking it out from under the creature he then grabbed it just under the right arm blade and heaved. The thing rotated in midair and landed on its back with him on top. Immediately he used his weight to begin slamming its head into the floor with enough force to dent the walk way. In short order, the creatures head was reduced to pulp. He quickly retrieved his SC-12 scatter gun, then took a moment to assess the damage to his left arm. The creature's teeth had sheared right through his armor and nearly down to the bone. Painful but hardly serous, he applied a generous amount of medagel to it which stopped the bleeding but oddly not the pain. Since medagel had specially designed pain blockers built into it he shouldn't feel anything from the wound anymore, but it hurt as bad now as before he applied the medagel.

He had a bad feeling that there was more to the wound then just the visible tissue damage, but as there was nothing he could do about it now he decided to just ignore the pain and redress the issued later when he had the time and resources to do something about it. For now, he turned his attention to the dead creature and gave it as close an examination as he could while keeping one eye on the hallway and his HUD. It was maybe 7'3", 300 lbs. and had grey skin with solid black eyes. Its legs were bent backward at the knee joint and it looked like it would walk on all fours using its arm blades and feet, it's jaws were split down the middle allowing them to open much wider. The top and both lower jaws were covered in razor sharp teeth. Fuck, well at least I know what happened to the bodies now… a thought flashed though his mind and he looked at his left arm, I hope that shit wasn't contagious. He checked his HUD again and found there were a lot more of the things in the hallways between him and the surface. Fuck getting out of here is going to be a bitch. With that he gripped his SC-12 scatter gun a little tighter and move off down the corridor for the command center.

It took him another hour to make his way down to the command center, and he made it there without incident, though his arm was really starting to throb more but he put that down to the exercise irritating the wound… he hoped. The command door wasn't locked but then again that was probably due to the fact that it was ripped open and much of it lay scattered on the ground along with a lot of blood, broken weapons, armor, and other detritus. Most of the consoles looked to have been destroyed but a few seemed like they might be operational. Moving to the most promising one he plugged his “hacker kit" into it. The H494 was a small hand-held generator/data pad designed to access terminals even when all power had been cut to them, promptly dubbed the hacker kit by the grunts. It had the added benefit of keeping unwanted malware out of his armor systems. It didn't take long to penetrate the security, while what he had access to was limited by what systems he could power with the small generator it was more than sufficient to give him an overview of the situation.

What he found was bad, the Vaagh had been losing the war for the last 1500 years and now had been pushed back to only half of one galaxy from the six they had controlled. Despite they had begun looking down any road that might bring them salvation. They had built some form of transporter that opened on an unknown planet in uncharted space. They had found a life form that had killed quite a few of their troops, so they captured it and brought it back to make a bio weapon out of it. They found it would take any dead flesh it was given and reanimate it into the creature he had fought. Also, any bit or wound would lead to a massive infection that would eventually kill the host. There was no known cure, well… fuck… The original sample had escaped and wiped out the facility staff.