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“I think your ship left without you.” A sailor from a ship which had been berthed next to Adjudicator said as he meandered up innocently and stopped next to Felone, a cunning smile on his face he couldn’t hide and obviously hoping the young looking girl was now going to be in need of a strong male shoulder to lean on, and a warm berth to sleep in, but he was mistaken.

The fingerboard exercises that Felone practiced every single day without fail meant her fingers were as strong as mobile bands of carbon. They were in fact mobile bands of hardened carbon. The not so innocent sailor did not see her strike, she moved so fast as to defy the laws of reality, and then those fingers locked on his windpipe and she ripped out a gaping chunk of his throat.

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The reptile was beginning to make her nervous. Tanya was sure she had caught a surreptitious glance in her direction just out of her peripheral vision, but when she looked over at the reptile, just a flick of her eyes, its right-side eye was already swiveled forward again as if contemplating the drink in front of him. That observation in itself shouldn’t have been odd; she was used to odd looks. Everybody looked at her oddly, no matter what they looked like, because she was by far the more peculiar with her diminutive size and utterly false affectation of incompetence. She knew the ruse served her well, but she was feeling edgy nonetheless, as if all was not as it should have been.

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Tanya cut thrust to one quarter power and hit the port side braking thrusters at the same time, spinning Starfire like a top and then brought it to a halt at exactly a hundred and eighty degrees to her previous vector. She then instantly threw it back into full burn, the inertia terrible to withstand as her ship fought to travel directly against its own vector of travel, watching her rear feeds now with half her attention to avoid running backwards into a random asteroid. The other half of her concentration watched the red blip on her screen that was coming closer by the moment. But the fact was that she would far rather meet her end compacted into the surface of an oncoming asteroid than succumb to the bitch who was descending pell-mell upon her from above.

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The passive drones we dropped confirmed our worst fears, relayed by one tachyon burst before all were discovered, destroyed and could confirm nothing further. It would have taken sophisticated scanning technology to detect the drones- the best technology we had in our arsenal- but they had been detected immediately. Not before giving us a few hair-raising moments of tachyon feed as thousands of Capital Class AGP Transitional drive equipped ships exited and we got a good look at the first of the many reptile Fleets humanity was about to find itself beset by. 

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     The Simian was fast and even prepared, knowing Felone and her tempers and guessing the state she would be in when he finally stood in front of her again. That was all he’d thought about on the flight up. But he hadn’t been expecting her to react so violently. He’d never seen Felone move before, and was incapable of imagining that any human could move that fast, or be that strong! Felone’s front jumping snap-kick took the Simian under the jaw and sent him flying through the air to smash against the far bulkhead and crumple to the floor, unconscious.

     But Felone wasn’t finished and Jason dared not open his mouth as she walked calmly to the Simian’s side and began to crush the life out of him. First she stomped on the Simian’s right kneecap, her face twisted into a bestial snarl of rage as she brought her foot down with every bit of force at her command, the bones snapping and crunching under her inhuman strength. The Simian woke up then and began screaming as she stomped on his left kneecap, but Felone was hardly finished. Jason wasn’t weak of stomach, but he had to leave anyway. The screaming continued for a long time, its echoes reverberating through Adjudicator’s empty corridors like the beckoning call of Hell itself; and Jason Cormach wasn’t sure it wasn’t that at all. Hell was calling for It’s own; Jason Cormach was not looking forward to the day he would have to answer that call, because even though he was anything but religious, he knew very well what that call would mean for him.