A woman walked up to the house carrying a brief case in one hand and a walkie talkie in the other. She wore a long trench coat over her Palace Uniform that was bestowed upon her by the royal family. Her status was inquisitor, detective, Chief of Police's recruiter, and a member of the Royal Courts. In this desperate hour she had to find warriors, fighters, soldiers, and killers willing to bring justice back to the streets of her home world. Her own Commissioner of Lost Atlantis sent her to recruit this one operative of this IGA that Sir Bob Denson was a member of along with his entire world and race. To the distaste of the Commissioner and the Royal Court this agent, soldier, and somehow commander was also a pirate. Whoever Bob wanted her to recruit he was not the first person to consider. She thought he was going to select a brave Knight or Hero or perhaps a Champion from another world. This monkey tailed humanoid the size of a door fooled her into coming to a house at the shadiest of places, the woods on a hill with a ravine.
"The Commissioner is not going to like this guy. You know how much Atlantis hates Pirates!" she hissed at Bob who ignored her protest outright.
"He is the best we have to offer, however he can only do this at night. According to the contract he made with us he is to remain on his home world during the day unless he is truly needed." Bob replied with some enthusiasm.
"Besides my wife and I saw him at the Dig site last year." He added.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She demanded from the humanoid who looked more like a human from this world.
"Nothing." he replied with a wry smile.
Sir Denson in his longer duster coat wiped away sweat from his brow. It was still October and it felt a little hot to be wearing this type of clothing. He took the lead and took the Commissioner's Assistant as he called her to the brick path that lead up to the house. As the two descended the brick steps one by one he veered off the path to the window closest to the front door. He tapped on it three times. This puzzled her a moment as she watched the large human wait patiently before tapping on the window a second time. Wasn't the doorbell supposed to be used than the window? Then it hit her there was someone else in the house who was not supposed to be disturbed. Before she can put a word in the window opened and the screen was removed quietly. A figure shorter than Bob climbed out of the window and closed everything up.
"Good Evening Mockshah how are you?" Bob asked him.
"I am simply bored, crafty, and need of some adventure." the figure replied to the larger man. The smaller man stretched and yawned scratching his side.
"May I introduce you to the Royal Agent of Atlantis Razina Kholeen." Bob said presenting the woman to the smaller man.
"Pleasure is all mine my lady." This Mockshah said stretching a hand out to her. She took his hand then was surprised by a sudden yank and pull followed by a long kiss of her knuckles. As flattered as she was Razina could not help but pull her hand away. She did not slap him since it was not how she operated professionals don't get carried away.
"Ahem excuse me Mr. Mockshah but we have urgent business to discuss." she said getting the man's attention.
"Go on." Mockshah replied to her. Bob caught his attention and lured him over to the woods. She followed the two figures into the woods they just exited. Bob dug into a pocket and pulled out a syringe which he stuck into Mockshah's vein. In front of Agent Razina the figure transformed into a very buff, strong looking subject at his size. He stood at five foot eight and grew a tail just like Bob's.
"Wait he is one of you?" She asked in surprise.
"Yes a fourth cousin. He is also a half breed, a hybrid if you will. Part Sudar, part native, and somehow part dragon." Bob explained briefly to the Agent.
All three went further into the woods once Mockshah's transformation was complete. They came to the ship on the field, which transported them to this world. When they boarded and buckled in the ship lifted off and sped its way towards Atlantis. At a pace that would be light speed the ship made its way to the planet that was called Atlantis. Mockshah explained how own world is believed it was somewhere on their planet. She chuckled a little bit at this idea of the famous city being on his home world.
"Is the first time to Atlantis for you?" she asked him.
"Yes it is the first time going to Atlantis." Mockshah said.
"Brief him on his mission." Bob interrupted their conversation.
"Very well. Mockshah your mission is to take out a certain crook who may resemble a familiar character." Razina began the briefing with the human. She took one good look at him and realized for the first time. He looked exactly like Bob Denson. Only he was a smaller version of him.
"Who is this crook and where can I find him?" Mockshah asked immediately.
"Baneenas is his name, or its name if you want to label Baneenas as a thing or trans. For the past decade and a half he has terrorized three districts along the outer rim of the main city. That is where a few of our workshops and factories are located. Most of our workers recently became males, and humanoid males we had to hire in order to decrease his appetite for women. He is not a cannibal, but scares women into thinking he is before-" Razina stopped herself as she was about to cry. All those poor women who became his victims of terror and other things. If the males were prettier than most like say no beards then they too would fall victim. Memories of being forced to watch four partners and fellow subjects suffer similar fates flashed before her eyes.
"That is all we need to know." She heard a female's voice from the corner of the passenger hold of the ship. She was cloaked with her face covered from view.
"Mockshah prepare yourself for this mission. We are counting on you to eliminate just him. That is all." the cloaked figure said taking the floor from a haunted Razina who was fighting tears.
"Just kill him for us!" Razina screamed letting the haunting flashbacks get the best of her. The cloaked figure grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her.
This Mockshah got up as the ship started to slow down. He went to the changing room that was inside the ship. Bob held her hand as she cried uncontrollably. It was too much to remember all those horrifying deeds that crazed hairy beast did those poor officers, and workers. Through her tears she saw Mockshah exit the room wearing a nice mobster's suit with hints of a pirate's add on that suited the clothing. He put on a gray colored duster but not hat. His hair was thick, and wavy hair with some curls. In a heartbeat he made his way to the launching pod that was on the other side of the hold.
He climbed inside without a word knowing what his mission was. She watched the pod shoot away from the ship the moment he slammed the door.
"D...do we- we need to watch him?" She asked worried about the newly recruited agent.
"Might as well. Once he lands, we shall watch him." the cloaked figure said releasing her. Bob pulled out a tablet that showed whoever they were watching. She wiped away the tears to watch this Mockshah land in the middle of the street that was already broken. He slid the hatch open and climbed out of the pod. In seconds five of Baneenas' goons that look more like extra hairy baboons in street denim clothing as the uniforms. Razina's fear for Mockshah grew as the back hairs rose up. She knew what these goons were capable of when someone is caught alone by them.
Mockshah reached into his jacket and pulled out a baton. Before these goons could even reach for their own, he sprang into action. Hitting knees, elbows, legs, feet, hands, stomachs, chests, and heads Mockshah beat these five repeatedly. He used such speed that none of the goons could not even respond in time to block him. Like a domino effect the five goons fell on the street unable to get up. Mockshah put the baton back in his jacket and presumed to walk further down the street.
"Be sure to call in a few squad cars. Those goons won't be in the streets anymore. However, send them to our prisons in the IGA head planet." Bob ordered Razina.
"The Commissioner is not going to like this guy. You know how much Atlantis hates Pirates!" she hissed at Bob who ignored her protest outright.
"He is the best we have to offer, however he can only do this at night. According to the contract he made with us he is to remain on his home world during the day unless he is truly needed." Bob replied with some enthusiasm.
"Besides my wife and I saw him at the Dig site last year." He added.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She demanded from the humanoid who looked more like a human from this world.
"Nothing." he replied with a wry smile.
Sir Denson in his longer duster coat wiped away sweat from his brow. It was still October and it felt a little hot to be wearing this type of clothing. He took the lead and took the Commissioner's Assistant as he called her to the brick path that lead up to the house. As the two descended the brick steps one by one he veered off the path to the window closest to the front door. He tapped on it three times. This puzzled her a moment as she watched the large human wait patiently before tapping on the window a second time. Wasn't the doorbell supposed to be used than the window? Then it hit her there was someone else in the house who was not supposed to be disturbed. Before she can put a word in the window opened and the screen was removed quietly. A figure shorter than Bob climbed out of the window and closed everything up.
"Good Evening Mockshah how are you?" Bob asked him.
"I am simply bored, crafty, and need of some adventure." the figure replied to the larger man. The smaller man stretched and yawned scratching his side.
"May I introduce you to the Royal Agent of Atlantis Razina Kholeen." Bob said presenting the woman to the smaller man.
"Pleasure is all mine my lady." This Mockshah said stretching a hand out to her. She took his hand then was surprised by a sudden yank and pull followed by a long kiss of her knuckles. As flattered as she was Razina could not help but pull her hand away. She did not slap him since it was not how she operated professionals don't get carried away.
"Ahem excuse me Mr. Mockshah but we have urgent business to discuss." she said getting the man's attention.
"Go on." Mockshah replied to her. Bob caught his attention and lured him over to the woods. She followed the two figures into the woods they just exited. Bob dug into a pocket and pulled out a syringe which he stuck into Mockshah's vein. In front of Agent Razina the figure transformed into a very buff, strong looking subject at his size. He stood at five foot eight and grew a tail just like Bob's.
"Wait he is one of you?" She asked in surprise.
"Yes a fourth cousin. He is also a half breed, a hybrid if you will. Part Sudar, part native, and somehow part dragon." Bob explained briefly to the Agent.
All three went further into the woods once Mockshah's transformation was complete. They came to the ship on the field, which transported them to this world. When they boarded and buckled in the ship lifted off and sped its way towards Atlantis. At a pace that would be light speed the ship made its way to the planet that was called Atlantis. Mockshah explained how own world is believed it was somewhere on their planet. She chuckled a little bit at this idea of the famous city being on his home world.
"Is the first time to Atlantis for you?" she asked him.
"Yes it is the first time going to Atlantis." Mockshah said.
"Brief him on his mission." Bob interrupted their conversation.
"Very well. Mockshah your mission is to take out a certain crook who may resemble a familiar character." Razina began the briefing with the human. She took one good look at him and realized for the first time. He looked exactly like Bob Denson. Only he was a smaller version of him.
"Who is this crook and where can I find him?" Mockshah asked immediately.
"Baneenas is his name, or its name if you want to label Baneenas as a thing or trans. For the past decade and a half he has terrorized three districts along the outer rim of the main city. That is where a few of our workshops and factories are located. Most of our workers recently became males, and humanoid males we had to hire in order to decrease his appetite for women. He is not a cannibal, but scares women into thinking he is before-" Razina stopped herself as she was about to cry. All those poor women who became his victims of terror and other things. If the males were prettier than most like say no beards then they too would fall victim. Memories of being forced to watch four partners and fellow subjects suffer similar fates flashed before her eyes.
"That is all we need to know." She heard a female's voice from the corner of the passenger hold of the ship. She was cloaked with her face covered from view.
"Mockshah prepare yourself for this mission. We are counting on you to eliminate just him. That is all." the cloaked figure said taking the floor from a haunted Razina who was fighting tears.
"Just kill him for us!" Razina screamed letting the haunting flashbacks get the best of her. The cloaked figure grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her.
This Mockshah got up as the ship started to slow down. He went to the changing room that was inside the ship. Bob held her hand as she cried uncontrollably. It was too much to remember all those horrifying deeds that crazed hairy beast did those poor officers, and workers. Through her tears she saw Mockshah exit the room wearing a nice mobster's suit with hints of a pirate's add on that suited the clothing. He put on a gray colored duster but not hat. His hair was thick, and wavy hair with some curls. In a heartbeat he made his way to the launching pod that was on the other side of the hold.
He climbed inside without a word knowing what his mission was. She watched the pod shoot away from the ship the moment he slammed the door.
"D...do we- we need to watch him?" She asked worried about the newly recruited agent.
"Might as well. Once he lands, we shall watch him." the cloaked figure said releasing her. Bob pulled out a tablet that showed whoever they were watching. She wiped away the tears to watch this Mockshah land in the middle of the street that was already broken. He slid the hatch open and climbed out of the pod. In seconds five of Baneenas' goons that look more like extra hairy baboons in street denim clothing as the uniforms. Razina's fear for Mockshah grew as the back hairs rose up. She knew what these goons were capable of when someone is caught alone by them.
Mockshah reached into his jacket and pulled out a baton. Before these goons could even reach for their own, he sprang into action. Hitting knees, elbows, legs, feet, hands, stomachs, chests, and heads Mockshah beat these five repeatedly. He used such speed that none of the goons could not even respond in time to block him. Like a domino effect the five goons fell on the street unable to get up. Mockshah put the baton back in his jacket and presumed to walk further down the street.
"Be sure to call in a few squad cars. Those goons won't be in the streets anymore. However, send them to our prisons in the IGA head planet." Bob ordered Razina.
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