Antoni hated Elite number eight. This Elite had been a constant pain in his ass for at least a year.  “Why the hell do I have to do this again?” The increasingly irritated fox grumbled into his microphone.
	Rico's voice came back in its usual deep monotone, “Because I am boss, and you are lazy shit who thinks practical jokes are funny. If I could terminate you I would, now you go and see if Eight lets you live another day yes?”
	If there wasn't a very real possibility of him dying, Antoni would have found the ram's joke funny, but Eight had a habit of leaving bodies behind him if you believed the rumours. He certainly was rough on the equipment. This Elite always broke or blacked out his cameras with shoe polish, said he hated people staring at him while he slept and that the bed data was enough.  Antoni didn't know why they let him get away with shit like that but last time he asked questions, Rico got promoted and he lost a pay grade for incompetence. 
	The fox pressed the intercom button and spoke in his practised tone, “Elite number Eight, you are to awaken and report to your handler for orders.” 
	The sound of the bed door hitting the ceiling made his teeth clench. Antoni had done his job and wasn't sticking around any longer than he had to, as he walked away he couldn't help but mutter to himself. “Every fucking time...” 

	The ringing of the door hitting the deck plate was still reverberating when Trick pulled his jumpsuit on. 
	The ever present voice in his head prodded at him. 
	“Go on now, go to your fake masters. Maybe we will get to do something fun yes? Like watch you lift tail for a wolf.”
	Trick tied his boots and laid his ears back at the memory. 
	“That was one time Raith, and that was your fault.”
	His fingers went numb as inky black shadows leaked from them onto his boots and the floor. Trick thought to himself, “Oh great, now I've made him angry.” 
	Raith's response to this was as confusing to him as it was unusual.
 	“I suppose you are correct. Though you enjoyed yourself, you always do.”
 	The warmth and control returning to his digits was welcome but the fox couldn't help but think Raith was saving up his displeasure for something special. 
	The word echoed in his skull softly and the milk and honey voice that was only used before a truly heinous act whispered in Trick's soft ear fur.
 	“What a wonderful idea. I believe I shall accept your offer and punish you accordingly.”
	 The hardened soldier knew what special punishment from him was, and it made his heart race even as he tucked his tail between his legs.
 	“Better hurry, or they will start asking questions again.”
	 The boyish looking soldier grabbed his collapsible sword  and headed to operations.

--

	The operations room was lit up and activity was swarming like ants over a carcass when Eight entered. Crossing the network of suspended catwalks over the star map, he could see troop movements and supply lines and his keen ears overheard the details of at least a dozen missions he wasn't supposed to know about. 
 	“Task at hand boy. Plaything. Slave.”
	He steeled himself with those words and followed his handler's scent to an adjoining private conference room. 
	Trick wasn't overly fond of his new handler, the man was beady eyed and reminded him of piss, warm and unpleasant to touch. Which made their every meeting a chore because of the man's constant need of shaking hands every time they so much as ended up in the same level of the facility. 
	He must think his career rides on this job, thought Trick, as he opened the door.
	“Ah! There you are Trick!”
	Trick hated that he used his nickname, especially in official capacity.
	“I've got a mission for you, close the door and we'll get down to it!”
	The over exuberant ass of a man was pushing all of his buttons today. 
	Sure enough, the fat little ginger tabby cat grabbed his paw and shook it the second Trick took his eyes off him.
	“This mission has me excited!”
	Trick being sarcastic feigned interest. 
	“I can see that. So am I going to be shooting pirates? Or let me guess, drowning the governor of a small moon mining colony's wife so that he'll become so distraught he takes his own life and we can put an operative in his place?”
	He knew the cat hated violence and Trick's capacity for inflicting it on others made him uncomfortable, especially when he pretended to enjoy it so much.
	“W-well no n-nothing at all like that I'm afraid. Its something much more important.”
	He staggered a little in the beginning but recovered more quickly than usual. One thing Raith had taught him was how to make people squirm, and when he agitated the civilian employees, his spectral companion seemed to get a kick out of it. Sometimes even bought Trick a little time alone with his thoughts.
 	 Raith must have been reading these just now because he followed them up with, “Only if you satisfy me first bitch.”
 	Raith had been using what Trick had come to call his inside voice. Which meant the prattling ginger cat hadn't been able to hear  him.
	The handler pushed a button on the table and the shutters on the window closed as the door locked behind Trick. 
	He dimmed the lights and a star map was holographically projected above the table.
	“This is the edge of Unity explored space, and if you look here, you will see the final outpost in the civilized universe.”
	Trick yawned. 
	“Gastalphous, I've been there a few times. So what?”
	The cat was on a roll and the interruption made him lose his place.
	“We-well they um... detected an engine wake going through their sensor range. Way out at the edge, and they want you to investigate.”
	Trick was now actually interested and he'd shot the guy so full of holes he was hemorrhaging self confidence.
	“So then what? I solo hike it over there to play boyscout for this listening station and then come back home? Why is this exciting?”
	Playing dumb to give the little man back some sense of accomplishment, Trick knew what he was going to say.
	The cat straightened his tie and looked pleased with himself.
	“The readings aren't within any known range. They're... alien.” He paused and whispered the last word for dramatic effect. Which was lost on the Elite. 
	He'd known for years that someone was out there, as he'd seen evidence of similar things with his short range scanners a few times. His superiors refused to accept those parts of his reports, so having this assignment fall in his lap was nothing short of a miracle in his mind.
	“Well, you've sold me. How am I getting there and when do I leave?”
	The chubby little feline pulled out a plastic print off and handed it to Trick.
	“One person vessel with cloaking capability. So no support after you leave station. And you'll leave as soon as you accept this assignment and pick up your infiltration suit at the armoury. If you manage to discover any aliens, we'll be famous!”
	Trick knew what all this was about now, and he felt Raith grin when he formed the words to assassinate this little man's hopes and dreams.
	“Oh no we won't. The researchers on that station might, they'll likely just mind wipe me to forget about it and shoot you to keep the information controlled.”
	There were very few times that the cat had ever let him leave without a sweaty handshake, but today was one of them, and Trick felt accomplished in that facet at least.

	The short walk to the armoury was pleasant. Raith had been generous to him today and given him time to himself. 
	When the shadowy fox creature did this, the vague sense of dread menace that usually settled in Trick's subconscious lifted, and the world was more vibrant than he ever remembered. 
	Trick walked over to the window where the computer that processed equipment requests was kept. He inserted the plastic sheet and waited while the automated arms danced about the armoury collecting the gear he was issued. 
	Once the process was completed, the telltale shredding noise of his orders and requisition form being processed brought him back to reality from his heightened state of consciousness. 
	The window on the wall next to him opened up into the ceiling with a mechanical grinding noise, displaying the contents of his mission kit.
	Trick picked them up and hauled them over to a nearby table to determine the contents. 
	The blue tube meant he was issued a rifle, likely a sniper with some sort of ultra long range electronic listening device or electronic scanner rounds. 
	Ripping the top of the tube, Trick listened for the hiss of the sealed container opening, a prelude to one of his favourite things in the whole universe. The smell of pressurized gun oil. 
	The tubing kept it potent smelling and the pressure seal turned it almost into an aerosol cologne .
	Trick sniffed deeply and then removed his standard sniper, just like he'd guessed.
	This meant the yellow box was a scope and the green ammo can was the munitions. 
	He'd find out later, as he was more interested in the silver special ops bag.
	The metallic colour made it reflect the light all over the ceiling, and the contents were soft and light, meaning it was likely his new suit. 
	The guys in research and development seemed to like Elite Number Eight quite a bit, as he was always being used to field test prototype weapons and being given a new combat suit about once a fortnight.
	Trick used his teeth to puncture the bag and quickly slid his sharpened claws along the seams of the pouch, spilling a dark green suit onto the table.
	It fell into a pool and looked almost like water, but when touched had the feel of silk spun from steel spiders.
	“About time they made them less visible.” Muttered the smallish fox. 
	Raith saw fit to comment on the item as well.
	“Yes. Indeed. The white ones look glorious when spattered in the blood of your enemies but other fluids seem to blend in too well do they not?”
	Trick blushed at the implication, and knew what his phantom oppressor was talking about.
	Images of the coyote pirates flooded back in, and the treatment they gave him.
	Raith continued his taunt to match the images he no doubt brought back to illustrate his point.
	“Such quaint rituals they use for such outlandish concepts of good fortune. Catching a spy in their midst and letting the poor soul live only after they bury him up to his neck in sand and take turns ejaculating upon his form. All for this so called luck. Though I do think that the situation did not require you to open your mouth.”
	Number Eight tried to behave himself, he knew the consequences for disobedience all too well.
	“I suppose you're right Raith.”
	There was a raspy chuckle that choed both in his head and the room, making for a disturbing reverberation.
	“I am always right. Slut. Bitch. Mine.”
	Trick long ago gave up on trying to figure out why Raith sometime spoke in threes. It was just one of his quirks. 
	“I need to get ready to go master. Might I continue uninterrupted?”
	Laughter like one might hear from an insane child filled the room.
	“Be my guest little toy. Become nude.”
	Trick now hesitated, with his jumpsuit around his waist.
	“A-as you wish.” He softly whispered.
	A command like that from Raith was impossible to ignore.
	The boy sized fox let the heavy material fall to his ankles and he peeled off his tank top slowly, feeling the shadowy eyes on him the whole time. 
 	He wasn't allowed to wear underwear anymore, so Trick stood nude except his socks in the armoury hall.
	  A caressing of his scrotum caused Trick to suck in air between his teeth and moan softly. 
	The little red fox looked down at himself and saw no appendage, but he still felt the paw kneading at his sack and could see it moving in the air away from his body.
	“You-you're invisible? I thought you had to manifest...”
	He was cut off by a sharp bite to his shoulder, causing him to yip rather loudly and poke fully out of his sheath.
	“What knowledge you lack of me, speaks more than the entire discoveries of a thousand dead races.”
	Trick leaned forward and put his paws flat on the table top on either side of his new suit and lifted his tail up over his back, yearning for what was to come.
	His desire to be used was so heavy on his mind that Raith had whistle to get his attention.
	The phantom like fox was standing to the side of the door leading into the hall beyond, holding the open button depressed.
	To the five cadets who were walking by, Elite Trick appeared to be in the throws of ecstasy with a green jumpsuit. Raith held the button down still, but faded from view with a sinister laugh into Trick's brain.
	The cadets were frozen, speechless in the light framed rectangle, and didn't move while the fox picked the suit off the table and slid it over his legs and around his still erect knot, then on to each of his arms before it sealed air tight to his body. Elite number Eight stood with his vacuum sealed knot poking up to the bottom of his sternum. 
	“You cadets see anything you like?” 
	This startled them enough that they ran from the doorway.
	“Had they entered here, you would have pleasured them all.”
	Trick hadn't thought of it as an offer, just a joke, but he probably would have ended up at their mercy. Either by his own will or not. It was the way his life seemed to go.
	 The fox stuck his collapsible sword to the magnetic plate on the back of his jumpsuit.
	“I'll finish checking the gear in transit. I had better leave before someone else sees me.”
	“Yes little thing, run run along before I make them all see you as you are.”
	Trick scooped the rest of his kit into a duffel bag and headed out for the docking bay, not bothering to pick up his clothes or boots. They always ended up back in his room anyway. 

--

	By the time Trick had managed to get to the bay, the flight crew had the engine on the recon craft warmed up.  
	It was smallish, a little smaller than a patrol cruiser but larger than a fighter. The shape of the craft was similar to a shovel on the front with wide surfaces for all the delicate sensors to mount onto the hull hard points. 
	Trick looked the ship over and found the typical lasers and missiles but didn't think he'd be using them on a recon mission. Everything looked to be in order and the flight crew was doing their final check when he walked over to the lift.
	“Everything has been checked twice, and we had the engine overhauled twelve hundred AU or so back. So this little pony should get you there and back safely.”
	The technician being a draft horse made the phrase extra humorous to the fox, but not enough to waste any time talking when he really wanted to be on the move.
	“Good, so can I take her and get on with my mission?”
	The equine pointed to another flight crew member who gave a thumbs up. 
	“Sure thing sir. Come back safe.”
	Trick didn't wait for them to move, he hit the lift button and went straight for the cockpit, dropping his gear in a secured bin.
	“About time. Thought I was never getting out of there.”
	Starting the disembarking procedure and putting the code for his flight plan into the nav computer, Trick checked his flight time. 
	“Three days seventeen hours huh. This is gonna suck.”
	He felt the hair on his neck rise involuntarily.
	“How ever will we pass the time? I know, YOU suck!”
	The last thing Trick could do was click on the autopilot before Raith fully materialized in the cockpit. The shadowy fox straddling Trick's much smaller form. Tentacles of darkness had bound the red fox's arms to the arms of the seat, and he could feel the tight material of his electronic countermeasure suit gripping at his sheath as his cock tried to slide free.
	“Open wide and say AHHH.”
	A tight gripping on the tip of his penis made the bound soldier gasp, and though he wished he could have fought the urge he did indeed say “Ahhh” before Raith propped himself up with his shadowy appendages and jammed his knot into his captive's muzzle.
	Trick let go, feeling the attention he craved in a manner he was now accustomed to. He thought to himself, not caring if Raith overheard or not, “Three days won't be so bad after all.”

--

	Number Eight awoke from his coma like sleep as his recon craft jostled from the umbilical attaching to the airlock. 
	“Awaken slut. Your false master's work awaits.”
	Trick sat bolt upright, and looked at the view screen. A blinking window of text slowly came into focus. It read “Incoming Transmission Request”.
	He slid the jumpsuit up and over himself, feeling it seal tightly to his form. 
	Hesitating for a moment, Trick laid his ears down before speaking.
	“Thanks for letting me rest master.”
	A stroking on the red fox's ear let him know the appreciation was acceptable.
	When his master's loving attentions stopped, Trick opened the communications channel.	
	An angry looking badger appeared on the screen. He had little round lensed glasses and a lab coat on. A severe manner in his body language matched his expression and dress perfectly.
	“When they told me that an elite was coming I didn't expect them to send you of all people again! Don't think I have forgiven you for the last time. I'll have the flight crew refuel your ship and one of our researchers go over the data with you in conference room seventeen. A security officer will lead you there and you are NOT to injure him in any way. That last stunt you pulled nearly cost me my post and I won't risk letting you loose on my station again.”
	Flipping off the monitor, Trick sighed to himself.
	“Guess he's gonna be busting my balls about that forever.”
	Raith was hovering near the lift, mostly insubstantial now.
 	“Well you did break his mining vessel, and the captain of his little brute squad was his son. Had you left at least one of his legs in working order I do not think he would have such a vendetta against you. Kudos on seducing his superior though. THAT took superior cunning.”
	As Trick mag-locked his sword in place, Raith melded with his form.
 	“This turn of events interests me plaything. Toy. Concubine. I shall attend.”
	 He pushed the lift button and it lowered him onto the bay floor. The security officer was one Trick recognized, and it wasn't something he regarded as a good thing.
	He was a black bear, and stood a good twice Trick's height. His uniform was only from the waist down, and his entire torso was coated in cybernetic implants. The big mechanical man glared at the fox as he stepped off of the lift.
	“YOU.”  He growled.
	Trick smiled at him.
	“Full word this time, and nice arms too! Hope they don't break as easily as the last ones.”
 	The man nearly lost it, and Trick knew. He could hear the sound of his heart rate increasing and forcing blood to move to his muscles. Trick slightly buzzed himself and dodged the swing he saw coming a mile away.
 	“You still fight like a child too. Now that you've tested your shiny new robot hands, you should take me to room seventeen lest I revoke your right to bear arms.”
	The cyborg snarled and figured he'd better just get this over with.
	“Fuck it, fine, follow me and don't touch anything.”
	Trick and the security officer walked in silence through the bay, and hall after hall of dimly lit corridors before they came to a door emblazoned with a red stencil of the number seventeen on it.
	“Get in, listen, get out. Then you leave. Boss man's orders.”
	Trick rolled his eyes and pulled the handle on the sliding metal door. 
	There was another fox inside, wearing one of the lab coats that he had seen far too many of.
	He looked young, very young, and impressionable. This gave Trick an idea.
	“Hey bitch?” He said and looked at the now murderous face of the black bear.
	“Tell the boss man he can blow me, you too while we're at it.”
	The fox kicked into a fully buzzed state just as the enraged cyborg swung his electrically charged baton at his head. 
	Trick ducked and gave his best kangaroo kick to the bear's balls. The effect of the kick was to be as flashy as possible while still remaining effective at dropping the bear. 
	Going from having his whole body suspended on his palms with both feet thrust upwards at an extreme angle to doing a forward sort of handspring to land on top of the conference table. As he was airborne he flicked out his telescoping sword and sliced several of the connecting servos in the shoulder weld, causing the arm to fall limp and useless at the collapsing man's side.
	The bear fell over onto his knees and vomited from the pain.
	“You really haven't learned anything have you? You lost your arms because you were too rude to me before to take a hint, and now you presume to order an elite about. Get out of here and I'll let you keep your swollen balls.”
	The security officer wiped his mouth on the back of his remaining metal hand and said nothing as he hobbled out of the conference room.
	Trick collapsed his sword and turned to the little fox slumped on the other side of the table with his mouth agape.
	“I can't abide bullies like him. Here, let me help you up.”
	As he extended his paw he could feel Raith slithering around inside his new eye.
 	“What do you think you are doing my pet? We could have him four times and rend him asunder before they could cut through the door. Though somehow I think you are just acting up to get my attention.”
	The trembling young man allowed himself to be helped up without any resistance.
	“I, well, have never seen that sort of thing before. You are really an elite?”
	Trick yanked the beaded chain that held his dog tags free of the suit collar.
	“Elite Number Eight. Though they call me Trick. A pleasure to meet you Chief Researcher Alan DeStephano.”
	The scientist blinked twice in rapid succession, obviously confused.
	“How do you know me?”
	The fox was busy picking up his notes while Trick just chirped up happily.
	“Its on your name tag. Cliche I know but it was worth it to see your expression.”
	 The fox looked confused and awkward, easy pickings if Trick wasn't sure Raith would punish him and hurt the poor boy.
	“Well then, thanks, I guess. Can I debrief you now?”
	This was too easy.
	“I never wear briefs Alan, but I'll make an exception just this once.”
	Alan's jaw dropped and he was obviously dumbfounded.
 	“You have played with this fool long enough. You test the limits of even MY patients.”
	Trick felt a little ashamed of being scolded.
	“I am sorry Mr.DeStephano, please continue.”
	The shaken man plugged a computer into the table mounted projector, it clicked on and shot magenta rays into the air before settling into a mono colour holographic display.
	Trick saw gas clouds and ship movements, asteroid mining operations, and a spot at the far edge where there was a blinking region.
	“This is where the anomaly was detected. It was about five days ago, and only for about three minutes. For an object of that size to move that distance in that amount of time it would have to be a ship.”
	He pointed a worn looking control wand at the wall and a view screen popped on, displaying a grainy green static outline of something angular and almost certainly a ship. 
	“Apparently they decided to stop ignoring our reports of unidentified craft in the area when they saw this. I've been sending in suspicious burst transmission data and Particle analysis reports from our mining vessels for the last eight months.”
	Trick knew he had his shot to identify his quarry this time, and he wasn't going to waste it.
	“Yeah, I couldn't agree with you more Alan. I've been reporting on similar activity for over two years. You've done a good job here. I'll need the particle stream data to try and find more of that engine wash, and if you can give me the calibration data you used it will be a big help. I might just thank you personally, maybe even in my report too.”
 	“ENOUGH!”
	Trick became incredibly dizzy from the psychic shout, and lost all his bravado.
	“Thank... you for your time. I'll return to my craft and await clearance to disembark. Please get me that data I requested ASAP.” 
	Elite Trick made his way back towards his own vessel quickly, with only one minor stop by the medical bay.
	Inside he saw a very disgusted looking red squirrel holding a bucket of ice on a pair of very swollen testicles. 
	Trick gave a little wave before bolting straight back to his ship.
	He rushed passed the security detail that was coming his way, guessing they knew better than to try and stop him.
	“At least some of them learn from their mistakes eh Raith?”
	He stumbled when his legs went numb for a brief instant.
 	“Unlike you.”
	Trick felt his heart sink. The only thing worse than Raith's wrath was his indifference.
	“I'm sorry master. Please forgive me?”
	The pleading tone in his head was left to fall flat by his phantom master.
	Trick hit the lift button, completely oblivious to what the flight crew was saying. To Trick, the more important task was to appease the shadow fox currently ignoring him.
	 He hit the top and the lift locked into place with a soft clinking noise.
 	“If you will stop this insufferable whining I shall deign to punish you accordingly. Please silence yourself and let your master be.”
	Trick's heart fluttered at the sound of Raith's voice. 
	“Thank you master!”
 	“Silence bitch.”
	The fox loaded his sniper and calibrated the scope to his long ago remembered preference numbers, before flopping in the slightly musky pilot's seat to read the manual for his fancy ECM Breaker suit prototype MK VII.
	It wasn't long before an incoming communications warning flashed on and a screaming badger was muted. Trick had heard it all before and refused to let self important little dictators ruin his mood.
	Alan sending the calibration data coincided Perfectly with the end of the badger's rant.
	“Thank you for being so punctual. If my mission is successful, you'll be running this station within a month. At least if I have anything to say about it.”
	Alan's mouth fell open again, giving Trick ideas that Raith graciously ignored.
	He hung up with the other fox and called flight deck control to request an egress from the station.
	Five minutes later he was free of the bay and headed into the gas clouds that made this region of space so valuable to the Unity.

	Trick had been drifting through this enormous stretch of uninhabited space for the better part of a week when the instrument panel lit up like a firefight. The science ops team had given his scanning equipment a minor AI and it spoke to him in a soft feminine voice.
	“Trace particles detected within acceptable levels. Directional heading, one hundred and twelve degrees starboard. Distance, seven point three three repeating AU. Would you like me to engage the ECM suite and plot a course?”
	 The fox climbed out of his bunk and reached for his jumpsuit, pausing for a moment.
	“Raith? Can I please have permission to wear clothing again?”
	The delay in response meant that he was deliberating, at least in Trick's head.
	“I suppose”
	Trick smiled and grabbed the jumpsuit before  heading into the cockpit area.
	“Yes computer, that would be appreciated.”
	The navigation window popped up and his sweeping course changed to intercept.
	“You didn't say please Number Eight.”
	Trick had gone through this routine a few times over the last few days. Apparently, one of the science ops guys thought it would be funny to make their little side project bitchy about etiquette. The little fox was sick of it. He only had enough energy to please one demanding voice, and lets face it, she didn't have the required parts that Raith did.
	“What I am going to do is open your case and slowly drag a magnet ripped from your own speaker across your hard drive in the same direction about a dozen times if you ever speak back to me again. So would you please stop being a bitch and do your damned job before I have to erase you?”
	The ship lurched to life and headed off towards the particle trail, the whole while the sci ops AI cried sub audibly.
	The soldier put his jumpsuit on and went to load up his rifle and fetch his exo-atmospheric helmet. 
	Raith had made a hammock out of shadowy spider webs and was swaying back and forth in his best approximation of a breeze. The visual effect of this was quite unsettling given that they were in the deepest regions of space.
	“Your false wife got her just deserts I hear. You might just kill her anyway, she will only turn on you eventually.”
	Trick grabbed his sword and mag locked it to his back. 
	“You say that about everyone though.”
	The shadow fox seemed to shrug his shoulders without actually moving or breaking his gentle sway.
	“It does not mean that I am incorrect.”
	Trick shrugged off the usual doom and gloom act and loaded EMP then tracking and data collection rounds into the magazine. The way he saw it, he didn't have to actually get too close to any ships he came across to transmit the burst data back to his craft and the research station. Better safe than sorry.
	His gear in working order and ready for use, he put on the helmet from his locker and walked back to the bridge.
	The words “unsung hero”  were etched into the back, with the word hero scratched out.
	Raith looked at the words and for the first time in his recent memory, felt genuinely intrigued about the story that helmet could hold. The spectral thing let himself drift to the floor and followed behind at a lazy pace. He thought that Trick would do well to tell him the meaning of those words after this little diversion, lest he spend three days wrenching it from him.
	 	Trick was fiddling with the controls when the AI sobbed then moaned out, “Proximity warning. Four AU ahead, target is moving at median speed. Intercept time after course correction six minutes 22 seconds.”
	Trick smiled wide and could barely contain himself.
	“I've got you pricks this time.”
	The fox plopped into the pilot's seat and strapped himself in as the ship kicked the level of electronic countermeasures to high and increased speed.
	Raith's interest in this was waning, all this technology play bored him greatly. It was all so artificial.
	“Do try not to get yourself broken boy. I would dislike training another pet so soon after you.”
	Trick thought the words were almost kind, and took them for encouragement on his current course.
	Raith dissipated his corporeal form and went dormant, choosing instead to rest than to waste precious thought on this foolish diversion.
	The ship slowed after a few minutes and the specks of light that were moving and certainly not stars betrayed his quarry to the hunting fox.
	“Computer maid? I need you to prep the external force field for one way deflection and keep the ship as steady as you can.”
	The field emitters hummed through the plating above Trick's head, coming to life.
	“What is your intent ....mas..ter? I loathe you so.” Complained the metal bitch that Trick's threats had cowed.
	He unhooked his harness and grabbed his rifle from the secure lock attached to the wall near the lift.
	“I intend to shoot that craft three times from several miles away in an area the size of your hard drive. So I need you to do some calculations. You're good at those I assume?”
	The tone of voice she seemed to take was smug.
	“But of course!”
	He just nodded to the spot on the dashboard where her housing resided.
	“Good then. I need you to plot out trajectory and place markers on my HUD that adjust for any speed or course corrections.”
	Trick hadn't had anything to test his skills outside of the bedroom in over a year, and he needed a challenge. The timing and his movements would have to be perfect. He hadn't been buzzing often since Raith had showed up. He hadn't needed to. Just like he hadn't needed to sleep as much either. 	What he did with his extra time, aside from learn new and exciting ways to pleasure his phantasmal molester, is practice his combat theory.	
	Raith was a huge help in this, as apparently, he knew everything there was to know about warfare, fighting, and anything else Trick had struggled with. 
	So he had a pretty good idea of how to accomplish the shot all three times, and he hoped Raith would be impressed.
	He stepped onto the lift and initiated the gravity locks on his boots. He waited for the light to turn green before he hit the button to raise it to the top of the vessel.
	The hatch slid back along the hull and the platform raised. 
	The top of the ship had a barely visible force field to protect him from dust and other debris that would instantly kill him at his current speed of one hundred and sixty thousand miles per hour, or so he estimated. The hull itself was bending the light around itself to make it damn near invisible at close range and effectively invisible at the range his target was at. 
	There was an amber glow to everything, and trick turned on his HUD to filter it out.
	He pulled the data line out of his helmet and plugged it into his rifle scope, getting a picture within a picture effect.
	Raising his weapon, the scope zoomed automatically to the target. 
	It was certainly no vessel known to the Unity. It had long swooping protrusions and heavy looking armour. There were ray panels and turret hard points with guns of a sort and what appeared to be some sort of missile racks.
	“Pretty big guns for a peaceful race. Computer maid, adjust trajectory from my first shot, mark them.”
	A muttered “Yes sir.” came from the earpiece. 
	Trick blocked out all external stimulus and buzzed himself fully.
	The range finder on his scope window ticked more slowly than it had before to him. This was just his perception and not any mumbo jumbo magic bullshit like the deep space traders told stories of. He just thought faster was all.
	 He picked a spot behind one of those fin looking protrusions where he hoped it wouldn't be noticed, before he aimed a great deal ahead of the ship and fired.
	Trick didn't wait for the EMP round to hit. He just spun to aim in the direction of the next dot on his HUD. He had less than two seconds to fire or he'd miss the ship by miles. He cracked off that shot before the shield in front of him exploded into opalescent light from the impact of some sort of minor asteroid or dust fragment.
	In his buzzed state it was like having a flash bang grenade go off right next to his head. 
	Trick fell over and his feet stayed locked to the hull, causing his knees to bend painfully.
	“Son of a bitch! Where's my rifle?”
	His head clearing quickly, he remembered that it was tethered to his helmet. He grabbed the line and hauled it in.
	He got off the first two shots without error, and his HUD said that he'd scored two hits.
	“Computer! Is the tracker working?”
	The video link turned off when he unplugged the damaged rifle scope.
	“Yes sir. Data tracker was not fired, but we can follow the target as long as we don't let them get more than forty AU. Might I suggest you come inside so we can increase speed. He will be out of range in one minute and sixteen seconds. I believe the increase in speed was caused to the EMP disrupting their sensors.”
	Trick hit the descend button and scowled.
	“You think huh? Do me a favour, just close the hatch and follow them. I need to try and repair the scope or I'll be going in using nothing but my sword.”
	Raith drifted past on his way to look out at the stars travelling by.
	“You forget, you only have your gadget rounds. Ballistic weaponry certainly has a charm to it, when you have the proper ammunition.”
	Trick tossed the rifle into a secure storage locker and looked irritated.
	“I could kill a man with any of those too you know. Just not quietly.”
	Raith stared unblinking into the great beyond.
	“I suppose. You really should not rely on toys, they always tend to break when you need them most. I had you sharpen your claws for a reason my pet, try not to let lack of proper use dull them.”
	Trick climbed in the pilot's seat and turned on all the monitors so he could properly follow his quarry.
	“I see your point, but I'm made of flesh and blood. Guns tend to make me die.”
	Raith gave the fox a long stern look.
	“Then we shall have to make you more durable. Imagine what fun we could have if I did not have to play so softly with you.”
	The fox's mind began to race with the possibilities but was interrupted when the computer issued an electronic scanning alert.
	“What the shit?”
	Proximity warnings went off as well, he had flown directly into a small mass of vessels docked around a massive spire shaped space station.
	“How could anyone have built something this big so close to Unity space without being caught?”
	The computer piped in with a rather tense sounding, “ECM suite holding. For now, I think. The range of these readings is beyond the tested threshold. Recommended course of action is to flee or hide and cut non essential systems.”
	The soldier flew slowly over to an aperture that looked like an airlock, and engaged a grappling line.
	“Okay computer maid, keep the ship powered down and wait for my signal to return and pick me up. I'm going to go and get this data collection device up and running. Hide yourself nearby. I saw some asteroids that looked big enough back there.”
	The ship began powering various systems down as Trick made his way to the lift again.
	“Affirmative....master. Try not to get shot too often.”
	The cynical tone in her voice was apparent but also sort of amusing to him.
	“Raith, I need you. You'll be a great boon to me on this mission.”
	A brief growl made Trick's stomach do flips for a few moments.
	“What you need, is to learn your place foolish child. Though I believe I see the merit in your request. I cannot let my favourite plaything stray too far. I know what things you get up to when left unattended.”
	Trick was happy that his master had chosen to help him. They'd had squabbles in the past, but their teamwork was undeniable. 
	“I'm sorry Raith, please don't be angry with me.”
	A sucking of air and a chuckle preceded the spectre's response.
	“You are not sorry yet little fox, and you have yet to feel my anger. Pray to those that dreamt you that you never do.”
	Trick wasn't sure what he meant by the last part, but he was glad that his master wasn't angry with him.
	He checked his air supply and grabbed a cutting torch and a motorized zip line grip from the tool cabinet.
	The lift descended out of the airlock at the bottom of the craft, the floor of it facing the station Airlock. 
	Number eight attached the grip and silently sped down the cable to his target.
	 The airlock itself was massive but there was also a smaller door with holes for umbilical anchors.
	“The technology is the same as ours. Damned eerie isn't it Raith?”
	The shadow fox was hovering in the void of space, completely oblivious to all the things that should kill him. He looked bored to trick. 
	Raith just shrugged and floated in the vacuum.
	“Fat lot of help you are.”
	Trick ignited the torch and started to cut on what he thought was an access panel. It had markings like words and was in the proper place for one.
	Locking his magnetic soles onto the door, he turned off the magnetic grapple line and signalled the ship to depart.
	The line wound quickly into the point in space that the ship occupied but couldn't be seen at before the cloak shimmered as the engines fired up again.
	Trick then spent the next ten minutes cutting through the panel door before a slight tap on his helmet distracted him.
	It was Raith, and he was smiling at him and pointing to the door. 
	“Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
	The shadow was gesturing to a big blue button that when the fox's eyes lingered on it , caused him to laugh silently into space.
	The elite pushed the button and held onto the hand rail as the pressure and gas vented from the sealed chamber and the door swung outwards.
	Once the pressure had stabilized, he entered the airlock and closed the opening to space behind him.
	The words were choppy looking and angular, covering all the surfaces along the blue line on the right hand wall. A green line ran along the left. 
	A series of vented pipes started spewing atmosphere into the airlock after a few moments.
	When the gasses stopped venting, the light above the far airlock door changed colour from green to blue.
Trick ran a filter analysis on the atmosphere and found it to be breathable, so he opened his helmet and conserved his personal air supply.
	“The air tastes like metal. Raith, I need you to do your ghost thing and report back if there are any sentries or cameras out there. I don't want to get caught with my pants down here.”
	Raith cooed in Trick's ear.
	“Are you so sure of that?”
	The fox was buzzing and his mind was on his work now.
	“Absolutely Raith, now go.”
	Raith floated over in front of the elite and glared at him for a moment before drifting through the floor.
	Trick readied the data transmitter and tucked it into his suit's waist pouch.
	He crossed to the small window in the airlock door and peered out. 
	The room beyond was dark, but search lights flicked about. 
	Cursing internally Trick drew his sword underhand and opened the door in front of him as quietly as possible. 
	The external airlock had likely alerted them to its opening, and he'd have to move or get caught.
	He moved along low and fast past some sort of unknown machinery, using the shadows to his advantage.
	Trick wished Raith were close by, he always made the shadows bigger for him.
	There were orders called out in a language of dancing syllables that the elite had never heard before. The reason he knew it was language were the repeated phonetics that come from forming sentence structures.
	He couldn't see any of them clearly, as they all wore dark clothing and a sort of dull green body armour over top of it.
	The lights he had seen a few moments ago were mounted to the under sides of some kind of rifles.
	Trick nearly jumped when Raith's voice crept out from a nearby shadow.
	“Move this way. After one hundred and sixty feet, there will be a large blue container. If you circle around it, you'll be covered from the search party for a few minutes. They are moving very quickly boy. I suggest you move even more quickly than they.”
	Trick didn't hesitate at all. He dropped low and dashed forward into the dark, letting his special eye guide him in the inky blackness.
	If not for this, he'd have run headlong into the container he was looking for.
	Trick flattened himself to the container to reduce his profile before peeking around the corner.
	Just like Raith had said, there were no guards. The fox would have a clear shot to the door that led to the interior of the station.
	He took a few steps forward towards the light spilling into the room from his intended destination before he heard a small click.
	For a moment Trick was blinded as the spot lights in the room came on, all of them centred at the very spot he stood.
	This small amount of time was all it took for the heavy footfalls of the search party to reach him.
	The elite saw blurry green outlines, and heard shouts in the unknown language at first, then he heard his own.
	“Presume to order me child, and I will have you punished. Your little game of soldier just got much more interesting did it not?”
	A larger sized blur came into focus now and Trick was looking at a very big spotted cat pointing a rifle at him.
	He grinned and said something in the language to another smaller cat who was nearby holding a hand held machine.
	He spoke and the large spotted cat smiled before he addressed the elite.
	“Well then, you're the first fox spy I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. Drop the weapon and surrender or we'll make this messy.”
	Trick couldn't see very well but he was sure that he could kill the big man in front of him, the smaller one with the device and two more nearby without much problem.
	“Okay, I surrender.” First thing they teach you as a spy is to feint at every opportunity.
	Trick dropped his sword onto the floor and tucked his toe under it to kick it back into his grasp when the big cat got close to subdue him.
	There were five cats there, Trick recognized them as cheetahs. He'd seen them during his survival training. He had just never seen a sentient one before.
	Three of the cheetahs offered covering positions and the big guy tossed his rifle to the smaller one with the machine. 
	“Hold this, I gotta bind this little interloper.”
	He pulled out some sort of metal coils and stepped towards Trick.
	The fox chose this instant to act, kicking his sword into the air and caught the grip before pressing the extension button.
	A look of horror was on the big cat's face as Trick was bringing down the blade at the exposed spot at his neck. 
	The blow never struck. 
	“That just won't do boy. You have not been properly humbled yet.”
	Raith had numbed his central nervous system, and the sword fell from his grasp as the cat pounced on him.
	Trick was sort of thankful that he couldn't feel the full force of the blow, as he tasted blood and was knocked prone.
	“Sneaky fucker! I'll teach you some manners.”
	The big cat was rolling him up into a submission hold and the metal coil in his hand was wrapping itself tightly around his wrists, waist and torso. 
	The cheetah had him in a headlock and was holding his neck outstretched, his oversized teeth inches from Trick's throat.
	Trick was helpless in the big man's grip, and he was ashamed of himself for being so turned on.
	When he was hauled to his feet, the smaller man was the one who pointed it out.
	“Uh, sir? I think you're being a bit too rough with the prisoner.”
	The large feline followed the smaller one's gaze to the jumpsuit that was form fit around his knot.
	“The little prick is getting off on this. What are you, some sort of pervert?”
	Raith was in his head now, Trick felt him.
	“Say it slave. Tell them what you are.”
	Trick's throat was still a bit sore from the headlock, but he lowered his ears and rasped out a reply.
	“Y-yes, I'm a fucking pervert. What's it to you?”
	The big cat tossed him to the floor and stood over him.
	“You like it when men beat on you? Fucking freak, I guess you're gonna love this next part then. Cause you're going to the holding cells until the commander gets time to come round for a visit. And until he does, your ass is mine.”
	Trick smiled up at the big man.
	“Try not to get too carried away, I might fall in love.”
	Raith was undulating in his eye now and Trick saw nearly invisible wisps of emerald light shoot from his resting place to the eyes of his oppressor.
	Visions ran through Trick's mind of the man dominating him in that cell and the shouts and cheers of his men rang in his ears.	
	“Just a taste of that which is to come. Maybe they can teach you to respect your betters.”
	The large cheetah slapped the little fox hard across the muzzle.
	“I can only hope slut. It's a long night before the commander wakes up and I'd fucking LOVE to break you.”
	The other three muttered in their own language seemingly making derisive comments before forming a makeshift corral of guards around the prisoner. 
	The smallest of them looked upset from Trick's position on the floor.
	“You shouldn't hit prisoners, its against protocol!” He blurted out with a hint of actual concern in his voice.
	The man standing over Trick leaned over and picked up the fox's collapsible sword, stepping over to the blue container.
	“Shouldn't hit the little bitch huh? Maybe you'd have preferred he hit me with this?”
	He swung the sword into the container causing a shower of slag to fly out as it ripped a huge gash in the metal.
	“Doesn't this look fun? Next time you have anything to say Fitzroy, just stow it. Let me do my job and you analyze his gear. All you nerds are good for anyway. Pull that faggot to his feet, I want him in the cell for his first round of interrogation in five!”
	The angry cat stormed over and snatched his rifle back from Fitzroy, using the butt of the gun to prod Trick painfully along.
	Fitzroy picked up the cast aside sword and followed behind the others a ways, 
	“Fucking asshole, the little kit looks scared.”
	Nearby Raith revelled in his work, and took a keen interest in the technician's perception of events. He wasn't growing more aggressive and aroused like the others. Just concerned, and aroused.
	“Interesting. The fox is not alone in this phenomena.” 
	The security team led their captive along a series of corridors that were poorly lit and appeared to be more for function than anything. Trick believed them to be crude and harsh, kind of like his captors.
	The fox couldn't get the impending dread of what was going to happen out of his head long enough to figure out an escape. He was excited sure, but the fear was stronger. Raith was nowhere to be found and his anger frightened Trick more than anything else.
	The corridors wound onwards in a pattern that was irritating to memorize and reverse to Trick, but he'd have to manage if he wanted to escape. 
	After about five minutes or so of undecipherable threats and comments from his captors in their very harsh tongue, they came to a room that had traditional style cells and what looked to be storage lockers, a desk with a computer, and a whole rack of those cable binds he felt constricting his wrist, torso and chest.
	The big one stepped over to the lockers and used some sort of biometric reader to unlock it. He shoved his rifle inside and removed his helmet, armour and the over shirt he was wearing. 
	“Search the little shit for weapons and Fitz, you better scan them for toxins and explosives.”
	The other cheetahs were of similar height, but had subtle differences Trick picked up on while they were searching him. 
	The one who found his data miner had green eyes, and was missing part of his right nostril. He wasn't gentle with his search either.
	The one who was patting him down had found his dog tags and he yanked these free from the collar of the jumpsuit. 	
	He had a sort of odd look to him, like he'd been in space too long and it left him with a thousand yard stare at all times. His non-dilating pupils meant he had shitty night vision and the fox could use that.
	The big one was typing something into the computer, he smiled and stood up.
	“Strip search boys, do the job right. Then get that little piece of shit in his cell.”
	Trick shuddered involuntarily when he heard the word strip.
	The last of the cheetahs stepped behind Trick and pressed the muzzle of his gun into the small of the fox's back.
	“You heard Volkan, strip.”
	He was a little more defined than the others and wore his hair longer, pulled back into a short ponytail.
	Trick reached up and undid the clasps, causing the jumpsuit to lose all form and fall off his body in a pool around his feet.
	The one named Volkan stepped around his desk and regarded Trick. The fox was poking out of his sheath a little, and the cheetah saw it.
	“Little slut can't keep his clothes on. And he's even getting turned on by this.”
	Trick felt his spine tingle and saw the momentary green flicker in their eyes, the only visible sign of Raith's influence.
	“What say you boys, should he have a little fun with the faggot before the commander makes us shoot him?”
	The feline grabbed the bound fox and hoisted him up to about shoulder height. With about as much effort as a breath, he tossed him the ten feet into the cell bunk.
	The smallest amongst them gasped out loud, drawing derisive looks from the assembled guards. 
	Volkan hesitated in the door way to the cell where Trick was gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him.
	“We gonna have a problem Fitz?”
	The technician was obviously upset, but he just shook his head.
	The large cheetah hadn't moved his gaze.
	“Then go lock that door...with you on this side. You're gonna watch, or we're gonna fuck you for seconds.”
	Fitzroy couldn't take his eyes off of the whimpering fox on the thin jail cell mattress, he backed into the door and it broke his concentration just long enough to turn around and throw the deadbolt and pull the shade before he went back to the scene unfolding before him.
	The leader of the unfolding gang rape stepped inside the cell and slammed the door with a bang that made Trick jump.
	“All right bitch boy, up and at em!”
	Volkan had undone his pants while crossing the room and stood at the edge of the bunk with his semi-flaccid cock hanging from his fly. He grabbed one of the fox's ankles and hauled him towards the edge before propping his captive up in a sitting position.
	“Ready slut? Open wide.”
	Trick leaned forward and put his bound paws flat on the thinly padded bunk before shifting from his butt to his knees.  
	He'd been raped enough times, especially by soldiers, to know that fighting or arguing made it much worse on him. 
	The fox had seen bigger, but the size of it was daunting still to one his stature. 
	He parted his lips and breathed out onto the genitals offered unceremoniously to him.
	The hot breath must have done the trick, because the barbed prick was pointing straight at him.
	“You're taking too long.” The cheetah growled a little and gripped Trick hard around the back of his neck, just where his spine and skull connected. He pushed his head down forcefully onto his shaft with one hand while he held it still with the other.
	Trick gagged when it hit his uvula and tears came to his only original eye.
	“Open wider you little bitch, and use your fucking tongue like you mean it.”
	The retching feeling in his throat was reason enough to listen, and Trick did as he was bidden.
	The fox's pink member sliding centimetre by centimetre from his sheath as he sucked at the knobby cock he was having his throat forced upon. 
	The elite always had been submissive, and he had no qualms about being used like this. 
	In fact he craved it, and though he was terrified and uncomfortable, he hadn't been this turned on in months.
	Volkan couldn't help but purr at the treatment his cock was getting from the fox. He turned over his shoulder and loudly proclaimed to the others, “Little fucker is good at this! Guess the rumours the scouts brought back here were true!”
	The big cheetah slid his pants down to his ankles with the paw not busy ramming the little fox's mouth onto his junk , and stepped out of them as Trick struggled not to break pace.
	“Better get that nice and wet or this next part is gonna hurt. Well, hurt more.”
	A couple of the others cheered.
	“Give him Hell Vol!” Stuck out in Trick's mind, though he was too focused on the warm fleshy bumps scraping his tongue and itching the top of his throat.
	Fitz felt ill. He couldn't stand what was happening, and he couldn't stop watching. 
	Never in his life had he been more turned on. His cock was tenting the loose pants he had chosen to wear to work, and he could feel his heart racing.	
	He moved over where the others were standing. He couldn't see heir name tags because they had stripped their over shirts like their CO and he hadn't met them before.
	The one with the ponytail had walked to the desk and pulled something out of the drawer, he set it on the desk and began to take his pants off. 
	Fitzroy stole a glance and saw a small plastic bottle on the desk.
	The long haired guard caught him doing it and snorted at him.
	“Guard duty gets lonely, so I come in here for a little R&R. Got a problem with that wimp?”		
	Fitz just shook his head and turned back when he heard a few loud gags and then gasping.
	“Alright, on your feet.”
	Volkan grabbed Trick around the neck and forcibly pulled him faster than he could walk over to the barred front of the cell.
	Trick had tears streaming down his face from gagging and he looked up at the man pleadingly.
	The cheetah misunderstood his pleas as a cry for mercy. The fox was pleading for his dick.
	“Time for the main event faggot!” 
	Volkan had practically roared the words as he spun the fox around and shoved him painfully into the bars. 
	Trick's arms had gone through them and Volkan was pressing his forearm across the back of his shoulders, pinning him in place. He used his other paw to guide his swollen meat to the fox's slightly opened tail hole. 
	Without restraint or mercy the goliath cat thrust forward into his victim. The force of which caused Trick to involuntarily spread his legs. This was to no avail because once the barbs started going in, Volkan grabbed the base of his tail for leverage and pushed with all his considerable might, lifting the diminutive fox from the floor with his cock.
	Trick howled from the sensation and didn't cease until his feet hit the floor again.
	His occupant didn't let up one bit, humping into him with renewed vigour.
	“Knock off the girly noises you pussy! I'm trying to get off!”
	Trick felt the big arm let go of his shoulders and took the opportunity to grip the bars with his paws and move so they weren't digging into his collar bone. 
	He yipped loudly with each thrust into his ass until he tasted sweat dampened cloth.
	His brief freedom of movement was instantly explained when Volkan gagged him through the sides of his muzzle with his tank top. He took a handle like grip at the back of Trick's skull and pumped extra hard a few times to test the gag's effectiveness.
	“There, that's better. Now I can fuck this little slut without having to hear his moaning.”
	The long haired cheetah had moved a chair over in front of Trick's awkward position and was sitting there, fully erect, watching with a smile.
	The other two had started undressing in anticipation of their turn.
	Trick's eyes went to the one he remembered as Fitzroy. The smallest of the cheetahs had shrunk up to the back wall and was watching the fox with a look of concern on his face, but Trick had also noticed an ample bulge pushing at the front of his pants.
	They all stood there staring at him yipping through his gag. Their hungry eyes boring into him, making him feel used and better yet, desired.
	Volkan swelled as he thrust, grabbing the fox's hips and pulling him back hard into his groin. He could feel the mounds of Trick's ass hitting his inner thigh with a firm smack as he buried his dick into the squirming vulpine on his engorged meat.
	Trick's knot had been swelling outside his sheath for a while now, and the floor below him had splash lines from his pre being flung by the force of the giant's thrusts. The fox's cock slapped wetly onto his stomach in time with them. Trick knew he was going to come if this kept up much longer.
	 “Oh no, you are not going to come yet. I will see to that.”
	As the cheetah behind him drug his spurs across his prostate Trick wanted nothing more than to release, but the itching in his eye told him what was happening. 
	 He looked out at the assembled audience and saw the wisps of light trailing like smoke from their pupils, and the shirt in his mouth went slack as the pumping in his ass became frantic.
	 Volkan gripped the tops of Trick's ass cheeks and extended the tips of his claws as he snarled throatily and locked hips with the writhing mass of red fur aching for release.
	The big leopard had dragged the sharp talons down and then back up his captive's rump, raising a series of mildly painful welts.
	Volkan was panting when he spoke, “One of you grab a couple binders and bring them here.”
	He lifted the tiny fox off the ground with his dick a few times for emphasis.
	“I'm sure there's room in here for the rest of you!”
	The cheetah with the space damaged eyes opened the door and stepped inside, while the one with the split nostril carried over two shiny metal rope like objects.
	“Good, now run them through the chest binding and around the bars, so he can't pull back and his head fits through.”
	The hip locked hunting cat used one hand and walked Trick backwards a few steps while his scarred companion pulled his head between the bars by his hair and bound him further.
	He said nothing as he used both paws to pull the fox's muzzle apart and insert his musky cock. 
	The captured soldier brought his paws up and cupped the dangling sack of the guard, softly fondling as he sucked.	
	The new occupant of the cell had reached Volkan's side, prompting the commanding officer to mash Trick's buttocks around his cock before pulling it out. The milking effect made him purr contentedly. 
	“All yours, and all stretched out and slick too. Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds man.”
	The man with the long stare smiled and slapped the fox's drippy ass before he pushed himself past his threshold. 
	The insertion made the caged submissive moan loudly around the dick in his mouth, earning him a pat on the head from his captor.
	“Little slut feels like he's purring. How's his ass feel?”
	Trick got a series of brisk slaps on the ass, making him jump around the cock buried in him.
	“He feels tighter than the tightest little slut kitten back home. You like this slut kitten? Huh, you like my big dick in your ass?”
	The one in front pulled his member out of the fox's muzzle just long enough for him to answer.
	“Yes, I l-love it!” 
	Before getting face fucked further.
	The cheetah behind him was going for broke, overstimulating the vulpine fuck toy and denying him any hope of orgasm.
	He felt the cat reach under and grab his fully swollen knot with his paw. He started using it like a handle while he brought himself to an early climax.
	Trick moaned out loudly again when he felt the fresh load being humped into him, this caused Fitz to whine uncomfortably and rub the front of his pants.
	The long haired cat in the chair looked at Fitzroy's display and smiled cruelly.
	“Hey nerd? Time to show him what you got. Take off your pants too.”
	Trick couldn't see anything but feline cock sliding in and out of his face, but he heard Fitz attempt to argue.
	“Now way! I'll be court marshaled!”
	But the larger man wouldn't have it.
	“Either you take them off or I do.”
	He had stood up in front of the technician now and was none too pleased when Fitz shook his head.
	“Suit yourself boy.” He said sternly before pressing Fitzroy back into the wall and yanking his pants down completely.
	Fitz sprang free from his underwear and startled the ponytail sporting cheetah.
	“Holy shit! Look what the nerd was packing!”
	 Trick managed to get a look when the scarred cheetah turned and looked. The young technician was sporting an erection nearly the size of Raith, well the size he usually manifested.
	The technician was obviously embarrassed and highly scared of the bigger man now fondling him.
	The spent feline pulled out with a squelch and a splash on the floor below before walking out to join his comrade in harassing the civilian.
	Volkan had taken up a position by the door and was leaning on the frame, semi-flaccid dick still hanging free.
	He shouted with cruel mirth in his voice, “Hey Fitz! Take a seat front and centre, show the little fox slut what you have for him!”
	The other two cheetahs dragged him to the chair and forced him into it. 
	Fitz stared at the spotted ass in front of him.
	“Hey, go around back so the little faggot can see what's coming to him.”
	The guard with the damaged face gagged Trick hard once for good measure before going around behind the fox and slamming himself inside.
	The long haired guard was busy stroking Fitzroy, making the fox sized feline's enormous genitals throb.
	As the veins swelled around the stiffening shaft, the fluffing guard said, “There is no fucking way this is gonna fit in him. Well, unless we stretch him out first.”
	He stood up and grabbed the keys from his uniform belt, strode over and tapped the unlocking wand on the coils around the bars. They fell limp to the floor instantly.
	“Get him on the bunk and make him ride you. I'll be there in a second.”
	The guard tossed his keys onto the desk and undid his hair. He then grabbed the lube and strode over in front of the chair where Fitz sat. He grabbed the young technician's chin and rubbed his cock on his face as he spoke.
	“Now, we're going to go and loosen him up for you, and when we both fill the little fox up, you're gonna come in and fuck him. If you so much as think about arguing with me, we'll beat your bitch ass and use you for round two. After we hold you down and let the dog hump you. Understood?”
	He let go of his chin and squirted lube on his paw before slathering his phallus.
	“Yeah, yeah I guess I don't have a choice.”
	 The long haired cheetah tossed the bottle of still open lube at him.
	“Use this, we don't want to kill him with that thing.”
	Trick had watched the whole display and heard the apprehension in Fitz's voice. The fox wanted his turn with that behemoth between his legs in hopes he could change his mind.
	Riding the cat was significantly easier than being mashed into the bars, and he was thankful for the reprieve. For the two minutes it lasted. 
	The long haired leopard has hurrying over to the bunk with his lube slicked dick and a look of determination.
	“Scoot back against the wall and hold him still until I get in this little slut kitten.”
	The shifting caused the cock in his ass to pull free and flop down his thigh.
	The scarred feline was about to replace himself when the long haired guard grabbed his comrade's dick.
	“Lets do it at the same time. I'll start and then you jam it in.”
	Trick shuddered anticipating the skewering he was about to receive.
	The first cock went in past the head and stopped at the start of the barbs. Trick's moan became a howl when the second head was pushed to the same distance.
	“Alright now slut, time for a stretching!” 
	And with no further warning or hesitation, they both pushed up as the cats under him pulled down. 
	They speared him deeply and he screamed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he was leaned back onto the chest of the cat with the notched nose. They both slowly humped into him as the long haired aggressor on top of him bit him on the collar bone.
	Trick felt so completely helpless  now that he truly enjoyed himself for the first time.
	The big man's chest was sticky with his pre come from rubbing on his burning knot.
	He moaned and begged for more. The Long haired cat was glad to give it to him.
	As he humped the fox's double stuffed ass hole furiously, Trick glanced over at the only thing he could think of desiring more. 
	Fitz couldn't stand it. He had been masturbating since the fox screamed out and he wanted to fuck him more than anyone he had ever met.
	He squeezed far too much lube out over the head of his monolithic member and began stroking with both hands.
	Volkan was staring at the two of them violating the fox and almost didn't see the last holdout to their party start his portion of the show.
	“Hurry up, the kid looks ready to me.”
	The long haired cat put his palms flat on the bunk and threw his all into it.
	“Almost ther...aaAAAGH!”
	His load spilled over the other guards still probing dick.
	The man didn't stay in Trick long and Volkan and the other spent cat ushered the nervous smaller man into the cell.
	As he stepped forward he was stroking his cock and greedily eyeing the object of his desire.
	“Sorry fox, but it looks like this is happening.”
	Trick had sat up again to ride the guard with his loose sloshing fuck hole. He looked at the young and rather despondent looking cat.
	“Its fine, just fuck me like the slut I am.”
	This got a laugh out of all the others, but Fitz remained silent.
	Trick thought to himself that this Fitzroy was actually bigger than Raith, and that is when everything went wrong for them all.
	Raith was enraged by the challenge to his ego and exploded out of Trick's eye in a vortex of smoke and green light.
	The shadow fox wasn't so much a solid being but a whirling mass of claws, teeth, and various bladed implements when he emerged, startling all in the room. 
	“You lowly wretched beasts have had your fun with what is MINE! I allowed you this, I MADE you act! And now I will UNMAKE ALL OF YOU!”
	Volkan was first to try and move, but he didn't make it far. Raith pivoted his head at an unnatural angle and opened his gaping maw. His eyes glowed brilliant emerald as a large mass of black matter erupted forth and struck the cheetah soldier with enough force to knock him upwards into the corner of the wall and ceiling, pinning him there with shadowy webs of unknowable energy.
	The man with the long stare was next. He attempted to fetch a rifle from the storage locker as Raith snapped his attention forward.
	“Revolting thing you cannot harm me with toys. Let me show you the true abyss your eyes have seen yet you could never perceive!”
	Shadow belched forth from the misty aura around him and snaked around the paralysed looking form of Fitzroy, splashing into the guard's face with a sickening squelch.
	“A pity, I could have revealed much to his small mind.”
	The long haired cheetah sprang at the fox with his claws extended. 
	He connected with Raith and the two tumbled onto the floor in a snarling, boiling mass of claws and shadows.
	Trick felt the scar faced guard under him struggling to free himself from Raith's tentacles, but he knew that the attempt was doomed. Much like any hopes of appeasing his master.
	 The screams of the long haired guard were almost deafening as Raith levitated them into midair and stripped the flesh and muscles from his bones and organs in the span of an instant. These he separated into four jet black bubbles which levitated to the four corners of the cell, out of the phantom monster's way.
	Raith had a wound. It was the first time anything had ever hurt him in front of Trick. The wound itself just shone out green light like torn paper in front of a bulb.
	Trick gasped in shock and horror, his concern for his master overcoming any thoughts he might have had.
	The shadow fox dropped out of his war form and eyed his pet with a look of mixed compassion and irritation.
	The cheetah under Trick screamed out in pain as a thick tendril probed his anus.
	The fox looked down at it writhing and then back to the guard who was up until moments ago raping him and said with his voice dripping sarcasm, “oh stop being a pussy.”
	Raith laughed aloud and it made a shudder rush through those still alive enough to hear it.
	“Your betrayal is forgiven fox, as you have made me laugh. A rare incident I assure you. Though I must say all this killing has made me rather amorous. What say you to finishing this little play they have concocted for you?”
	Trick nodded his head and his knot gave a very visible twitch.
	Raith had gagged the guard with one of his cock shaped appendages while another was busy rubbing wide circles on his prostate.
	Trick was lifted upwards by the tendrils and lowered onto the captive guard's come slicked cock with a soft moan.
	Raith flipped his head upside down and backwards with a jerky flipping motion and regarded Fitzroy for a moment.
	“Now see his true self. Flee not from me or you shall die in agony.”
	Fitz barely nodded his head, but Raith took it to mean his compliance and snapped his own back into its correct position.
	“I really must admit Trick, he is greatly endowed. Time to accept your fate slut.”
	 Raith used his shadowy tethers to propel himself forward quickly, falling onto the already penetrated fox.
	Trick howled out, and gasped for air before squealing with delight as his master graced his hole.
	His knot dwarfed the mewling guard's cock as he rammed it in his property over and over again.
	“I see you are enjoying this. Though this pawn below us seems to have climaxed already. No matter, I will finish you myself.”	
	Trick heard the cat's neck snap and could feel his cock slide free of his rear as Raith tossed the body aside.
	The red fox was gripped tightly be metal coils and shadowy hands as he rocked back and forth around his master's gigantic prick.
	The noises the fox was making were making Fitz aroused again, and he didn't hesitate when a voice whispered into his ear, “Give in.”
	Fitzroy couldn't fight it anymore, he needed release. The young cheetah had only just left home on his career as a military technician at one of the forward raid bases six months ago, and now he was here, nude, and surrounded by the corpses of military personnel. Yet all he could think about was how much he needed to fuck the alien in front of him.
	The cat took both paws and gripped his still lubed shaft to stroke at himself. Every time Trick cried out or yipped Fitzroy moaned and sped up his strokes.
	Trick leaned forward with the help of his shadowy suspension system and wrapped his arms around Raith's shoulders. 
	The submissive locked eyes with the technician viewing his wonderful punishment and he grinned and moaned, really cutting loose for him.
	“You like to watch Fitz? You like watching master fuck me, I can tell.”
	   He had no sooner spoken the words when Raith drifted through the fox, and appeared behind him. 
	The swollen cock never left Trick's ass, and the tentacles suspending him wrapped around his wrists, pulling him backwards. The fox wrapped his paws behind his master's neck. 
	It was one of his favourite positions, and it gave their audience a perfect view.
	“See how wide my pet has become? He is awaiting my seed, and yours. Come here boy, and you shall be rewarded with what you desire.”
	Fitz was terrified of the creature but couldn't stay away. The cheetah hesitated but an instant before walking over to where the object he desired quivered and moaned.
	Trick felt his arms come free and he threw himself forward onto Fitz, jamming his tongue down his throat.
	The feline was surprised at the fox's heat. His tongue was hot in his mouth as it squirmed and flicked.
	Trick had reached down with his soft paws and took over for him.
	“Fuck his mouth boy. He craves your taste.”
	Fitzroy put his hands on top of the fox's head and pushed gingerly downwards but gasped in surprise when the vulpine cock sleeve opened his mouth a thrust it downward.
	The wetness and closeness was beyond what he had imagined and as the fox hungrily sucked, he couldn't help but hump into his throat.
	Trick gagged softly around the oversized feline dick in his throat, and Fitz knew now why the soldiers had kept doing it to their plaything. He shuddered and purred loudly, gripping Trick's ears.
	Trick moaned around the cock in his throat when he felt a sharp pulling in his tail hole.
	Raith had knotted him. 
	The shadow fox kept humping, as the tight flesh gripped his knot, refusing to let go.
	“Grip and squeeze my gift slave, I am about to enjoy you completely.”
	Trick did as he was ordered and gripped hard on his master.
	Raith was fucking him harder than all of the soldiers had combined and the fox was rapidly rushing towards his own orgasm when he was repeatedly gagged.
	Fitz had lost all restraint and began to fiercely pump the fox's mouth. His words were less spoken more moaned, “I-I'm going to come!”
	Raith had a surprise for the cheetah, and he had to spring it now.
	“Trick, Release him!”
	The fox let go of the cheetah's sack and turned his head sideways. The feline cock pulled along the inside of his cheek once before Fitz was just humping air.
	“Now fox! Adorn yourself in his seed!”
	Trick bobbed his mouth over the head a few times more and began to jerk the cat off furiously in front of his panting muzzle. 
	Raith extended a tentacle from their shadows and snaked it into Fitzroy's hole, delivering a devastating assault on his prostate.
	The young cheetah shouted in surprise as he shot his copious load across the fox's muzzle, head, hair, and onto his back.
	He spurted several more times while Trick lapped at his head.
	The shadow fox saw the small man's seed all over his toy, and it pushed him over the edge.
	He flooded his pet's bowels for the fifth time, and their shared telepathic bond caused the slut gripping down on him like a vice to come as well.
	The red fox's seed splashed over Fitzroy's shoes.
	Trick was weeping tears of joy as his master detached himself from his rear and lay him on the bunk.
	Fitz stood there with his pants down, looking at the carnage in the room while the no longer captive fox rolled to the edge of the bunk and to his feet.
	“Hey Fitzroy, go get the keys for these things.”
	The shell shocked cat didn't even think to argue. 
	He returned a few moments later and deactivated the cables for Trick.
	Fitz saw his semen coating the soldier's face and felt himself go hot in the face.
	“I-I'm sorry for that. I couldn't...”
	Trick leaned forward and kissed the stuttering cat, shutting him up.
	“Knock it off. I wanted this.”
	To illustrate what “this” meant, he grabbed the cats still mostly erect dick and shook it.
	The technician didn't know what to do or say. He just stood in the cell while Trick collected his things.
	Trick used one of the deceased guard's cast off shirts to wipe his butt clean and tossed it on the floor again before putting on his suit and collecting his sword from Volkan's belt.
	“Hey Raith? Did you leave the big one alive?
	The phantom was circling the terrified technician like some sort annoyed bird.
	“I believe so.”
	Trick strode over and looked in the cat's eyes.
	“Shame things had to end like this, but we're just not meant to be.”
	The fox flicked his wrist and extended the blade with s single sweeping motion, decapitating the man.
	His body fell from Raith's webs first, hitting with a wet thud, then the head slowly dripped rown like sap from a severed tree branch.
	Trick turned over the mechanical object from his belt in his paw.  
	“Great, the data miner is broken. I guess we need some other data to take back with us”
	Raith and Trick both had the same idea.
	“Fitzroy. You have seen your comrades die. You must be asking yourself what we shall do with you correct?”
	Fitz' blood ran cold, and he just barely had the fortitude to nod his head.
	Trick walked over and put his hand on the technician's shoulder. He started at the contact.
	“Now Raith, he did do as you commanded. He also has an untold wealth of data in his head. I think he's too useful to just kill.”
	Raith hissed loudly and appeared in front of them both, eyes glowing and form rippling.
	“That is your opinion slave. I rather think it is less valuable than mine. You have not convinced me.”
	Trick knew the game well, and played his part perfectly.
	“Please! You can't just murder him! He hasn't done anything!”
	The fox gave his best worried expression as he looked straight into Fitz's eyes and whispered softly.	
	“Just do what he says, I'll try to save you.”
	Raith made a long bladed claw out of his left arm and raised it threateningly.
	“Stop Please! He'll do whatever you say! Just don't kill him!”
	The black form flexed his claws and flashed his eyes with inner light.
	“Anything I say. I like that. It sounds more fun than murder honestly. If he becomes my slave and surrenders you that pointless information you require then I shall spare his miserable existence.”
	Trick looked as miserable as he could and stared into the cheetah's eyes.
	“Just do it, or he will kill you. I've seen him do it too many times to count.”
	The cornered man's mind raced and his mouth moved but issued no sound. He had no idea what he was getting himself into but the smell of blood told him that he would die here if he disagreed.
	“I have no choice do I?”
	Raith's hand returned to normal now.
	“Not if your life has worth. I accept your petition as slave. Your first duty is to gather arms for Trick, and then to find us a means of safe egress.”
	The cheetah pulled up his pants and fastened them before moving out to the storage lockers.
	“These are biometric, so I need a paw print.”
	Trick responded by cutting off Volkan's paw and tossing it to Fitz.
	“Here. That should do it.”
	The technician felt sick but at the same time wanted to make up for participating in that gang rape that remnants of which were still drying on his crotch fur.
	He pressed the paw to the scanner and the blood must have still been warm enough because the door popped open.
	He grabbed a rifle and a bandolier of ammunition.
	Trick was already at his side to take them.
	“Thanks Fitzy, come on.”
	The cheetah hated that name from anyone else but he couldn't get mad at the fox after what he'd done.
	The trio moved out of the door and into the dim halls beyond.
	Trick looked around, scanning with the rifle. 
	“Light level should give us the advantage. We need to get back to my ship, any ideas kitty?”
	The newly enslaved man felt the pet name sting his pride but figured it was better than what Trick was called. 
	“Well we go up two decks and steal a mining vessel. Where is your ship anyway?”
	Trick was moving towards the first intersecting hallway. After clearing it he smiled and said, “You'll see. Bring a space suit.”
	Raith had disappeared through a wall halfway up the stairwell that led up to the next deck.
	Fitz was still scared stiff and didn't think he'd ever get used to that.
	“Where did the ghost go?”
	Trick snorted back a laugh.
	“He's not a ghost, and he is hunting. He'll be back in a minute. Just watch.”
	The door at the top of the stairs opened and Raith stood in the opening, his teeth and claws dripping blood.
	“Guards dealt with. I also found you a present. I would like my new slave to survive the trip back home, not die frozen in the void.”
	The shadow fox tossed a gore splattered spacesuit at Fitzroy and disappeared again, leaving a faint outline of himself in blood droplets before they fell to the deck like rain.
	Trick was glad that Raith seemed interested in keeping Fitz around. He'd have someone to play with when insomnia hit. 
	“Put it on. Just out of curiosity, have you ever space walked?”
	The feline shook his head with a horrified expression.
	“Please don't tell me were going out there. Please?”
	Trick smiled and winked. 
	“We aren't going out there, but I have been called a liar.”
	As soon as the cat had finished donning his suit, he affixed the helmet.
	“This way fox. Left then right, then left again to the stairs up.”
	He stepped out into the hall and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
	There was gore strewn about like confetti, and the monster had somehow managed to make a web like construct out of sinew in just the ninety seconds he was away. It was even adorned with a spider made out of a skull and the bones from several paws.
	The smell thankfully didn't make it into the helmet, and the dim light helped hide the extent of the carnage.
	He nearly sprinted headlong down the hall when Raith spoke into his mind.
	“I got a little carried away with my art. Please show us the way slave, lest I revisit our agreement.”
	He waved Trick forward and pointed out the turns they were taking before letting the soldier clear the area. Though he honestly didn't need to after Raith did his work.
	The next set of stairs went up to the hangar level for mining ships, and Fitzroy's main job on the station was actually maintaining the ships here. He only studied captured technology when they were short on researchers, which was always.
	“Okay guys, we need to go to the large green doors and get to the hangar on the other side. Then all we need to do is get on a ship and fly out. Its pretty easy, though our ships fly different than fox craft.”
	Trick raised an eyebrow at the cheetah.
	“How do you know all this? And speak my language even?”
	The technician didn't think before he said, “we've been watching you for years.”
	He saw number Eight's expression and knew it was something he shouldn't have said.
	“It's... well, we studied your society for a long time after we found a scout ship of yours on our planet. We just sort of went looking until we found you. We learned your language from some old educational films we found on board. The ship must have had a nursery. This really isn't the time for this is it?”
	Trick hated to agree with him but he did. The conversation would have to wait.
	They ran low and fast along the corridor to the green doors and Fitz used his paw print to open them. They were inside in seconds.
	The hangar was full of ships similar to the one Trick had followed, only with less missiles and more drills, lasers, and manipulators.
	There were a few other cats here and Raith went invisible.
	“They have not detected our presence. Move swiftly lest I get bored and decide to play.”
	Fitz ran as fast as Trick, and that was something the elite had never seen before. 
	“How do we get inside these things?” Muttered Trick.
	Fitzroy crouched down and skulked over to a set of rolling stairs next to the nearest craft.
	The maintenance crew was busy directing loaders and didn't notice him.
	The cat waved his fellow slave over to him and then punched a security code into the panel.
	The door opened and slid sideways along the hull, granting them entry.
	As soon as they were inside they closed it and Fitz grabbed Trick's paw and pulled him along.
	“Lets hurry. I don't want to die today. I'll start up the engine and put in the shield pass code so we can get out of here.”
	When they got to the ship's cockpit, Raith was waiting for them.
	“You two sure are lazy slaves. I thought you had stopped to fornicate you were taking so long.”
	Trick thought about it and agreed that maybe later after they had both recovered he'd try.
	“Alright, show me what you can do Fitz.”
	The technician had fired up the engine and was sending out the data relays to the door like he had done a thousand times before, but something was wrong. The pass code for the shield was getting bounced back.
	“Shit. Something isn't working right. The shield won't mark us for exit. They must use a different code on this deck.”
	Trick wasn't panicking yet but he was close.
	“How do we get out then?”
	Fitz scratched hes head and looked agitated.
	“We don't! We can't get out after the third failed attempt without a manual override from the flight control office across the hangar. Its sealed and guarded on the outside and all radio communications are monitored. If I ask them to let us out we'll be caught. There goes the final try, that means they have a mandatory security sweep of the ship for stowaways.”
	Raith hissed loudly at the two of them.
	“Must I do everything?”
	The shade shot from the cockpit with unnatural speed and as the two mutual slaves watched in uncertainty, Raith dove into the mind of the first flight control officer.
	They saw the light for the shield clearance come to life on the console as the second flight controller said something and reached for a handset. The one under the shadow fox's control drew his gun and shot him dead, then the two guards coming up the stairs to investigate the shot.
	Raith then opened the shield and the vacuum of space sucked everything not nailed down out into the nothing. 
	The possessing spirit used the gun to kill his current puppet in what appeared to be suicide and flew through the maelstrom of debris to return to them.
	“You see, simple. We leave now. I hear alarms.”
	Fitz detached the anchor claw and the ship was sucked towards the vent into the space beyond.
	The heavy mining ship was banged up pretty heavily and they were tossed around in their harnesses painfully before they exited the station. 
	Fitz tried to move them clear of the station but panicked when a weapon's lock warning went off.
	“Station guns are active! We're fucking dead!”
	Trick looked for an escape pod on the ship's deck map pinned to the wall but the vessel was too small and non-combatant so there were none.
	“You two would be dead without me. I have a contingency in place for this.”
	No sooner than they had fully cleared the opening, the other mining vessels started floating free, spinning like leaves in a whirlpool out into space.
	The station guns started to reacquire the closer ships first and started shooting them.
	Fitzroy was impressed.
	“How did...”
	Raith cut him off.
	“Manual override of the anchors. The man with which I painted the ceiling in brains had the thought in his mind. He thought it would be funny. I certainly find it so.”
	Trick wasn't in the mood to be shot either, so he leaned over and said in his most polite inside voice, “Get us the FUCK out of here! Please!”
	Fitzroy hit the accelerator up to max and gained distance until they were out of gun range.
	“Where are we going now anyway?” He asked, still sweating bullets in the heavy suit.
	Trick undid the safety harness on his seat and walked over to the viewport. 
	“See those asteroids? Go there. I'll call our ride.”
	Fitz shrugged and flew towards them at a slightly hurried pace while the fox fiddled with the collar of his jumpsuit.
	Trick activated the homing and recovery beacon and the AI brought the recon craft to life and flew at top speed to intercept him.
	It was a matter of moments before the ship disengaged its cloaking device and thoroughly impressed Fitz.
	“How does it do that? I get to ride in that?”
	Trick laughed at his childlike expression.
	“It bends light and yeah you do. Just don't get any ideas about trying to run now that we're out of harms way. You know what will happen.”
	Fitz had thought about it before accepting the extension on his life, and the military would just execute him to save face.
	“Yeah, right. I'd rather stay with you than go back to a firing squad foxy.”
	Trick wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss or kill the cat.
	“Better keep that in mind when you're spilling your guts later.”
	The fox fully intended to get as much info out of his new companion as he could, but he wasn't sure if he could spare him from the Unity. He'd figure it out later he thought, better to get back home first before he worried about harbouring a fugitive on the fox home ship.
	They all went to the cargo bay and both beings that required corporeal forms anchored themselves to the deck before purging the airlock. They waited until the pressure equalized and then cut loose their tethers.
	Their helmets used different tech so they used simple gestures to communicate.
	Trick kicked off lightly from the wall and flew slowly out into space. Fitz was scared again but followed suit.
	The recon ship flew around to meet them, and had the lift lowered and waiting. The elite fired a magnetic grappling line to the hull and used the cable to haul himself in.
	Fitz swatted at the gun a few times before actually grasping the wire.
	He reeled in the gun manually until he hit the rewind button and let the internal motor do all the work.
	He waved playfully as he flew past Trick.
	When they were both on the lift, the AI brought them in.
	“Hello again master Trick, can I please stop calling you master Trick?”
	Trick smiled at Fitz's dumbfounded expression.
	“She is a computer program and she is a total bitch. So I threatened her with erasure if she didn't shape up.”
	The fox tossed the captured rifle into the secure storage bin. And stripped his jumpsuit off.
 	“Yes you may stop calling me master. But only if you plot a course back to Gastalphous, delete all data pertaining to our guest, prevent new data collection on him, and finally mute yourself.”
	The lack of response from her meant she agreed, so trick went over and flicked on the autopilot.
	“Well then Fitzroy, I need a shower and I think you do too. So how about we go bathe while the ship takes us back to fox controlled space?”
	The cheetah was still wearing his bloody space suit and was feeling the matted parts of his fur very acutely inside of it.
	“Yeah, that sounds great.”
	Trick looked over his shoulder at Raith, just a glimmering pair of eyes at the moment.
	“I believe that since you are our prisoner now, we should begin treating you as one.”
	The fox pointed his finger at the cheetah and winked.
	“You heard Raith, strip.”