Jesus answered him, “You would have no authority over me at all unless it had been given you from above. Therefore he who delivered me over to you has the greater sin.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you examine the ship.” Said the spaceports administrator.
“I have written permission from your clan leadership.” He said, jabbing his finger at the man.
“I will need an order from them, not just a piece of paper from you, that could be a forgery, in fact I wouldn’t doubt it.” He said with a snobbish sense of superiority. “You will have to have permission sent to me, then I will open up the hanger for you.” Moc ground his teeth, mumbled something that it was probably for the best this man couldn’t here and then stomped off. Get permission sent directly from the clan leadership to him. He could do it but it would cost him time, which was his most valuable commodity and the one thing Aunt Anita couldn’t give him back, at least he was pretty sure she couldn’t. He would have to use an alternative method to get in. He was a Majin, and he knew how to get into places he shouldn’t be in, which is exactly what he would have to do. He returned to his ship and left his gear there. The he literally melted himself into something about the viscosity of motor oi and just dripped out of his ship and down the drain system for the bay. Creeping through the pipes and up out of a sink he got back out into the hall and then he moved along the edge of the wall. Occasionally he stopped and shifted his color to match the floor or look like a spill when someone walked by. Other times he would shape himself and pose as an object. Finally, he reached the door he was looking for. He probed and tested its edges but they were air tight. He couldn’t seep through them. He looked around for some other means to get in and spotted the air ducts. They were too small for most humanoids, but not someone who could change his shape in the way a trained Majin could. He reached up toward the pipes and then he heard footsteps coming down the hall and rushed to ascend as quickly as he could. He made it just in time to watch someone pass below him. She was going into the hanger and why? He started to creep through the ducts until he found a vent that would let him drip down into the bay. The person inside was a local woman. She was wearing a spaceport staff uniform, but her presence here made it obvious that she wasn’t. He started to reform into a human shape behind her and by the time she saw his shadow falling around her it was too late and he had the woman locked in his grasp.
“It looks like I’m not the only one who needed to sneak in here.” She struggled for a moment, but she quickly relaxed. She must have realized she was caught.
“Who are you, what are you-” He squeezed her a little tighter and her words were cut off in a whimper as some of the air was forced from her lungs.
“Cut the act, I know you don’t work here. You’re not even wearing the right uniform to be here. Who sent you here and…” Wait, what was she. Suddenly hi flesh shifted and forced its way into her mouth. Forcing her tongue out of the way and fishing something out of her throat. When he put it to the light he could see it was a poison capsule. No, it was a trigger, for a bio bomb. “Well that was a close one wasn’t it. We wouldn’t want you making a mess of yourself would we. I don’t appreciate being scattered across the room either, not that it would have killed me in case you were wondering.”
“You know I have ways of making you talk. Primarily hanging you over to the Mugan Tenshin.” She still said nothing. He threw her against the wall and glued her there with some of his own flesh. It detached like him like a hunk of clay that held her fast like concrete as she struggled and muffled the noise of her exertions as he inspected the remains of his. Ship. He needed more light. He reached inside his chest and started to fish around. He thought he remembered leaving a few tools inside himself. There it was, he pulled the tiny glow crystal free and gave it a shake. It generated a surprising amount of light and made it easy for him to inspect the remains of the shuttle.
It had most certainly been blasted by a bomb. Although melted might have been a better word. This wasn’t just shinobi paper bombs or mining explosives. From the looks of it someone had applied a few military grade melta charges to this thing and the extreme heat had disintegrated the ships skin and melted and warped its frame. It would have also ignited its fuel too. It looked like it had even ignited the aluminum in some of the shuttles component. Even on the black-market firebombs like this weren’t easy to come by. You needed a real arms dealer to get these kinds of explosives. None of the small fish clans would have pulled this, not without help. He knew a few arms dealers in this part of space. It looked like it was time for him to give some of them a call. Unless something else was more forth coming. “Sorry doll, but it looks like you’re going to have a very bad night, unless you want to come clean.” Then he sensed something pulling and tugging at part of hi. He looked back to the woman to see her flesh embedding and moving and pulling out some kind of weapon. His own flesh moved trapping her arm she had somehow squirmed out and disarming her. He retrieved the weapon and examined it. A neural shredder. Heavily restricted tech, very dangerous. Pretty much anything that didn’t have magic in its blood, and some that did, would be killed if shot with a full charge. Only one organization not only had ready access to such weapons, but could move their shape like she did.
“Callidus. So, what brings you here?” She still said nothing. Obviously, he would need to provide something a little more authoritative to get her to speak. He withdrew himself and the majin flesh gluing her to the wall melted and returned to him, and as she went for her weapon he pulled something out of himself and tossed it to her. When she caught it she stopped, she threw it back to him and it lit up with a positive identification.
“Agent of the thrown.” She sounded like a native, but for a Callidus that meant nothing.
“Sorry for the rude greeting. What are you doing here?”
“That’s between me and the Empress, what about you?”
“I’m investigating the ongoing dispute between the Lin Kuei and Hayabusa clan and rectify the situation before it drags the entire planet into war and a military response I needed.”
“Why should the Officio care?”
She shrugged, “We have a vested interest in this planet.,” That figured The Officio Assassanorium probably extracted more than a few agents from this planet, the Callidus Temple especially. A full scale civil war would mean long term damage to this worlds prospects as a recruiting ground.
“I think this will be good for us both. I’m also looking into the problem. I know your kind prefer to work alone but you will have to make an exception today.” He could sense she was slightly annoyed by this, but as a direct agent of the throne even a Lord Inquisitor would find it hard to say no.
“Alright. So, what do you know?”
“That whoever did this wasn’t using your standard explosives. Military grade meltas.”
“That makes sense. But, it certainly doesn’t sound like the Lin Kuei way.”
“No, They, like heavy weapons of the subtler kind as much as anyone but bombs of this kind aren’t their favorite.”
“None of the clans operate like that”
“Never the less, someone did. I’ve got a few contacts to run. Go do what you need to do and check out the port administrator too, he’s a bit shifty. Come to my ship when you’re done. I assume you can get in?”
“yes.” She says and she watches her appearance turns into a feminine version of his, and he blinked.
“Surprised.” She smirked and then her face returned to its previous mold and she span on her heels. They clicked as she walked out of the room, and the door slid shut behind her. If she actually was a Majin, then he would be surprised. Majin were a rare sight to say the least, while he had met people that met or seen Majin before. He had never actually met another of his race besides his mother. Not in all his years or all his travels.
He left the hanger in the same way he entered it. Once he was back to his ship he placed a call with the son of an old friend who owed him a favor. He didn’t know anything about melta charges but he knew someone who did. That someone referred him to another dealer, and him another. He worked down the chain to a small-time arms dealer who worked as an intermediary and held a few melta charges, among other weapons and pieces of technology, in escrow while payment was pending. They buyer had sent his own curriers though. That small-time dealer, after the correct amount of credits were applied to refresh his memory he did remember that the ship headed off on a hyperspace vector that would put it in this sector, and he supplied the ships ID and a description, as well as a description of the crewmen. None of that was necessarily helpful, ship transponders could be hacked and ID’s could be faked. Crews could be switched out, and ships could be disposed of or removed to other parts of space. But it was something.
He heard his doors open and turned around. A moment later the Callidus came walking in.
“Did you learn anything?” She asked him.
“A ship make and ID, a crew description, nothing else. Whoever got ahold of those bombs was very careful, used a lot of agents and go between and made sure to keep themselves out of the picture. And you?”
“The administrator was a little helpful. He had been bought off by someone, all he could say was from the Manji clan.”
“Well, that should narrow things down. Do you think he will be more cooperative if I go to see him again?”
“I think so.”
“Good, I’m going to go run this ship. Why don’t you run the Manji clan.”
“No need. I know plenty about them. They are a nuisance, a minor clan that hires out their services to rebels, activists, anyone with a noble cause they like. They use the funds from their missions, and what they steal, to support their operations and to give alms to the poor.”
“Very generous of them.”
“Overly idealistic I more like it.”
“They don’t seem like the type to start a war like this, intentionally anyway.” But it was their only lead. “Seems like we should pay them a visit.”
She nodded, “the leader of their clan is a cyborg named Yoshimitsu. A skilled swordsman as well. He apparently has an enchanted sword of some kind. Our info on it I scant, but it might be enough to harm even a Majin.” Majin had magic inherent in their biology in a level like few other creatures of the physical plane. There wasn’t much that could really hurt a Majin accept for power energies like magic, ki, or psychic powers. Even then, the more powerful the Majin, the more it took to hurt them.
“I doubt he has anything that will bother me. Besides I have a magic toothpick of my own.”
“Alright, shall we leave?” He swiveled back around in his chair.
“Have coordinates for their home base?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You have a transmat in here?”
“I barrowed it from a Galfridian ship when I first started bounty hunting.” She slid into the copilot’s chair and started to punch in the coordinates. He reached back behind himself and grabbed a needle pistol and All Black, which he had already selected for whatever this job might lead them too next. “Do you have everything you need?”
“Not yet, I just need to.” He jabbed the button and suddenly they were sitting on the forest floor on one of Yamato’s equatorial islands.
“You didn’t tell me we would transmat from the cockpit.” She grumbled, dusting herself off. “I could have used a few things, a change of clothes, a weapon!” She said threw gritted teeth.
“Don’t you have a neural shredder?”
She glared at him and he rolled his eyes then he handed her the needle pistol. “Sixty rounds of paralytic micro darts quick and easy, and you don’t have to waste a charge on your shredder. Does this work for you?” She nodded with a, this doesn’t change anything, look on her face. They started to creep through the forest and it was only a few meters before they were within sight of a large compound. That was certainly it. He heard the faint spitting sound, almost inaudible, then a grunt and the wrestle of a bush and a thud of something hitting the ground. The Callidus strolled to her right and crouched down and pulled a body into the open. One of the Manji, probably a sentry. She stared intently at him, her eyes darting all over him as her bod began to shift and change. Then she started to strip him so she could swap with him. Once she adjusted her body size, she was a perfect imposter. She then put her hand inside her and there was the sound of twisting and shifting muscle as she hid the needle gun inside a pocket she had created in her flesh.
“Think you can find a bigger guy to knock out.” She sized him up.
“Give me a few minutes.”
She was good about picking her targets. The guard she knocked out for him was wearing classic ninja garb which disguised Moc’s pink flesh well. It wasn’t really a problem for them to sneak in after that. Much of stealth was appearing that you belonged. The Callidus did this better than anyone else could hope to. She didn’t just appear to be something, she melted into her role as if she belonged, even with no time to prepare. Moc didn’t have her life time of training, nor transformative powers quite as advanced. He could act like he belonged though, and her presence helped sell it completely to the Manji clan, who may have been on guard but were alert for the unfamiliar. Not that the shinobi were completely taken, they were masquerading as sentries after all, but a very precise and quiet use of force or persuasion kept them moving along without any unwanted hang ups.
It was on their way out that both problems and answers came. Moc was disappointed at what they did find, which was nothing they needed, even though the Calliuds seemed happy to scan a few documents to turn into her temple, nothing would help Moc in either his assigned task from Hayabua and Lin Kuei, or from the Empress. As they strolled across the courtyard to leave though, they passed Yoshimitsu, the cyborg encased in his strangely organic white armor that took cues from sea creatures and had two flowing head tentacles, like some octopiod version of Twi’lek leku. Moc caught one sight of his sword and immediately his skin began to visibly crawl and revolt and he felt like a swarm of insects was moving under his skin. He fell to one knee and began to tremble.
“Moc, what going on.” The Callidus whispered but it dind’t avoid notice. Yoshimitsu had already seen.
“Is something wrong?” then he got closer, and realized Moc wasn’t his man. Moc reigned in his flesh, though he could still feel it wanted to squirm in the back of his mind as Yoshimitsu drew his own blade. Moc unsheathed All-Black, and its ebony aura blazed up, as if in response to a dark power.
“That sword, what is it?” Moc growled. He could tell it was that blade, some taint about it was making him skin crawl and making the sword revel at the prospect of a meal.
“Who are you, and what makes you think you can question me like this in my own home?”
“The Authority of my contract that’s what. So why did you bomb the Lin Kuei Kunoichi?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” He shifted a sword to a striking position. So, a fight it would be. Yoshimitsu shot forward like a guest of wind, three quick strikes ensued, faster than a human eye could process blades moving as something more than a blur before locking against each other.
“Then why did one of your Kunoichi bribe a space port administrator to keep people away from the evidence?” Yoshimitsu cocked his head slightly and dashed back.
“What did this woman look like?”
“Long red hair tied back in tails, pretty face, tall.” The Callidus said.
“Umm…” Yoshimitsu said thoughtfully. He dropped his guard and returned his sword to his scabbard. After a moment, so did Moc. “Kunimitsu.”
“That’s her name I’m guessing?” Moc asked.
Yoshimitsu nodded. “She was a member of this clan. No longer, it pains me that she should cause such trouble as to spark a war between Hayabua and Lin Kuei. I sent her away months ago, she was stealing from her own clan.”
“I see do you know where she is now?”
“If I did I would have dealt with this sooner.” He then got on his knees and prostrated himself, to Moc’s surprise. “I respectfully request that you allow me to accompany you if you are pursuing her, I will ask no part in whatever reward you’re getting, I only wish to amend my mistakes.” Under normal circumstance Moc would probably have said no to a cybernetic octopus man running around with them, and with the reaction he was having to that sword, he would definitely say no.
He bowed in turn. “I am honored by your request, I promise to inform you before we close in on her, but if she does know you perhaps it would be best if you leave the finding to us. Do you know where she was last?”
Yoshimitsu returned to his feet. When last, we saw her, she was in the company of a strange magician and disappeared in the Land of Waves. She did some dealings with a common thief smuggler, but he is nothing.”
“Really now? Where is the Smuggler?”
Havel Dreck downed another shot then called for yet another. He would be shoving off this rock soon, but they had good booze here, the women were pretty good to as long as you found one that wasn’t a fragging ninja, whether they wanted to sleep with you or knock you out and steal your ship for something was a tossup. One he had been less and less willing to take since the first time. That Manji chick, who knocked him out when he turned around to close the door, then did who knows what with his ship while he was out and held a gun to his head while she made him unload her crap. She did pay him for it, still.
The bar door opened and closed, and something definitely not local and definitely his type walked in, an Asari. “He immediately stood up, gave his balance a moment to kick in and then strutted over and slid into the bar-stool next to her.
“You’re from out of system.”
She looked over at him and smiled slightly. “Actually, I am, how could you tell?” He grinned at her and she smiled back a little wider before turning her attention back to her drink.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“well I don’t have a way off.”
“Really? You’re in luck then babe. I just happen to be hiring on crew for a run off this rock.”
She perked up. “Really, what’s the pay?”
“Ten percent of the job.”
“Sounds too good to refuse. Think I can see your ship?” Wow, this girl was easy. He got off of his seat and gestured with both hands to the door. “Right this way my lady.” She smiled a real smile finally and he watched her hips move as she walked through the door. He led her to a small space port a few blocks down and took her to the old freighter he called his. “Let me show you the inside. He punched in the security door. He went up the ladder but when he noticed she didn’t follow he went back down. Only to see the weapon in her hand the moment before he felt something prick his neck like an insect sting, then he was out like a light.
When he woke up the firs thought in his aching head was. I hate the planet and all it’s women. He looked up and saw the Asari was gone, just some local girl and a guy that looked like a lump of pink clay now
“Man you’re ugly.”
“But I’m still prettier than you.” He slugged Havel across the jaw and his head rolled with the blow, it wasn’t hard enough to knock anything out, thank gods. But, Havel could tell that this guy could hit harder. He wanted something. “I’m going to make this quick.” This girl. He held up a datapad and showed her an image of a red haird girl. “She’s from the Manji clan, we’re looking for her, where can we find her? Tell us and you get to keep all your teeth.” He didn’t need any more help than that, why should he stick anything out anything for her.
“That witch, yea, she stole my ship from me and then had the stones to make me unload it.”
“Yea know where she is, or was?”
“How familiar are you with That big new spaceport the Mugai Tenshin built?”
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