He watched as she left, heeding her words. He couldn't help but now wonder what her father would think of him when they finally met.<br/>He headed out of the room and looked for her, but she was already gone. he sighed but then saw the door. He trailed his fingers over the letters and memorized them, no doubt he would find this knowledge handy against future attacks if he needed to get something quickly.<br/><br/>The door panel slid aside with a hiss and the artificial lights hummed a dull blue as they flickered on in all of the display cases and gun racks.<br/>The weapons ranged from bladed assortments to lethal projectiles and as a bounty hunter, he felt like a kid in a candy store! He immediately picked up two weapon slings and holsters that he strapped on before going to a cabinet and withdrawing five dragonian throwing knives, ssliding them into the holds on his belt.<br/>He finally saw his guns neatly placed on a shelf and picked them both up, feeling a bit more at peace with their familiar weight in his hands.<br/>The guns were custom designed and embroidered with ivy leaves, even along the retractable bayonetts that shot out to lock into place when he flicked his wrists, but without their power cells loaded, the crackle of blue energy that usually danced along the engraved leaves was only replaced by the shining glow of silver.<br/>He then began to expertly twirl the guns in his hands, practicing his deadly dance of combat against an invisible opponent.<br/>He slashed and butted the invisible enemy into submission and just when he was about to land a killing blow, he stopped.<br/>Hanging in a zero gravity display was a long, elegant, black rapier covered in dragonian markings that scrawled up the side of the blade. he felt almost timid as he reached for it, but when he grasped the handle the field dropped, the sword feeling light as a feather in his hand.<br/>He brought his hand to the blade and gently ran his thumbnail over it watching as a single perfect flake was sliced away<br/>"No way... It can't be that sharp..."<br/>He then noticed a training dummy sitting in a corner of the room and smiled before pulling it out.<br/>He took a light, almost playful, swing at it.<br/><br/>*SIIING!*<br/><br/>He watched dumbfoundedly as the top half of the metal mannequin slid off the other half and fell to the floor. He then turned his attention to look in awe of the blade,<br/>"An honest to god phase blade... No wonder it needed a anti-grav display..." he said as he carefully swung it "I thought only Necronians made these..."<br/><br/>"They do..." came a voice from the doorway.<br/><br/>He turned to see a male dragon standing there, he looked much larger than other males aboard the ship and he could only assume from the ugly scar that ran from his right brow to his left cheek that he was one of the warrior breed, much like the captain.<br/>"You are Tomoya, yes?" asked the dragon as he stepped into the room.<br/>"Yes I am, might I ask for your name good sir?"<br/>"My name is Marc... I am the captain of Mistress Liadya's security detail... Do not worry, your presence is welcomed here, I wanted to personally thank you for saving the life of our Lady..."<br/>"Thank you, but I would have also perished if it was not for her bravery... You said that this was made by Necronian hands?" asked Koto as he looked at the blade with sudden distaste.<br/>"Yes, the Necronian Empire created one sword for every Lord's ship as a gift following the unsteady peace treaty they signed to us many cycles ago... Not one of our kind wishes to weild this weapon. However, you may have it if you wish seeing as they have broken their treaty with this attack..."<br/>"The inscription, what does it say?"<br/>"It is a rough Necroinian to Dragonian translation... It says;<br/>'In times of battle, in times of peace, the gears of war, they never sleep, cut down thy foe, alike the beast, and grant thy enemy, rest in peace'..."<br/>The dragon then pointed back at the display "You will want the scabbard, the weapon is wreathed in an aura that is out of synch with this time. It passes through all matter as easily as a ghost would, thus we named this one S'hashva, the Blade of the Dead..."<br/>"Then I shall weild it to honour your people's custom..." said Koto as he turned and went to the display, taking the scabbard and hooking it to his belt before sliding the blade inside.<br/>"Rather ironic that the blade will see its masters soon..." said Marc.<br/>"Will that be before or after I hack them to pieces with it?" Koto chuckled as he turned around, but there was no one there.<br/><br/><br/>Davian grinned as he finished with Saren, letting her fall back onto the rock in the center of the shower, his cum dripping from her spent body as she lay there in a daze. He walked out of the shower, drying himself with a towel as he wandered back into his room, just about to lie with the rest of his harem when suddenly a call came over his wall communicator.<br/>"My lord, a representative of the Necronian trade empire wishes to speak with you, shall I patch him to your office sir?"<br/>Davian sighed, "If you must..."<br/>He then stood up after much protest from his lovely suitors before leaving the room.<br/><br/>He sat at the desk in his office and darkened the glass behind him before pressing the button to take the call.<br/>The holographic projector spat forth the green, hazy image of a tall, skeletal robotic creature dressed in fine robes that looked at him with the vacant eyes of the damned...<br/>It's mouth did not move, yet he heard its voice croak deeply.<br/>"Good day Lord Davian... I trust you have made progress in your exploit for the map..."<br/>"No I have not... We have been tricked 'oh Master of the Smith', by a foolhardy oaf, though I have seen to it that he has allready been properly dispached..."<br/>"And the map?"<br/>The skeletal figure reached out it's hand, showing him an expectant empty palm.<br/>Davian stood and held out his own hands, "I do not have it, but I have sent someone to get it... Someone much more capable than that horrid scrap you sent me..." he said with narrowed eyes.<br/>The hologram's eyes burned brightly with wychfire as it stepped fourth, grabbing Davian by the throat, the now vivid and much more physical hologram taking him by surprise as it lifted him, the cold, metal fingers slowly squeezing away his life as those eyes, those horrid eyes, stared into his very soul.<br/>"We promise you power and this is how we are to be repayed?.. With insults?.. Do not try to make me laugh, it has been over a millenia since I have done so..."<br/>The robot tightened its grip before releasing him to fall to the floor. "You are fortunate Davian, for we have completed our final upgrades... Our armies now lie in stasis until you give the command... If you fail to appease our masters you will never know the meaning of pain like that of which we will show you... We will rend skin from sinew and vein from muscle until our masters tire of your cheap amusement... Remember your reward Davian and remember it well..."<br/>Davian got back up to his feet and looked at his own hand, then back at the heartless machine that spoke again.<br/>"We shall play games no more, we shall test our new soldiers on those responsible immediately..."<br/>"I have made a promise to keep the map bearer and the captain who shuttles him alive until I have the pleasure of killing him myself... Take them alive, kill the rest of her crew and take your map... Leave the rest to me Master smith... I am sending you the co-ordinates now of my bounty hunter, he will lead you to their ship, and please... Leave it in utter ruin if you can..."<br/>The Necronian nodded "It shall be done, your betrayal of the dragonian Empire is greatly appreciated, and needless to say, my one master is still impressed with your skill of tongue... Rest in peace Lord Davian..."<br/>The transmission ended and Davian was left still clutching his throat, but not worrying any longer as he entered his chambers once more to be greeted with the soft purrs of his waiting mates...