Chapter 1
Mindless. That really is my partner isn't it? No thoughts. Just pure murderous rage. Having half your soul ripped from you will do that to you. For the love of the dead stars - get away from the millennia old beast lord trying to kill you!
"221 Bravo Baker reporting" Bear was right on time as always.
I didn't think. Just had to jump in front of him like an idiot didn't I? Could have checked if I'd saved enough lives for my latest suicide, but did I? Instead -
"The soul shock will unravel his soul to 68%" - the critical limit was 88%. It wasn't yet time. - "We can adjust. I'll bring the wizards" - "sorcerers" standard procedure - "Them. 501 Foxtrot is on its way. Orders Dokja?" Bear didn't look at me. We both knew I was compromised. Fuck I just unraveled my partner's soul. Stop. Deep breath. Breakdown later. None of us will ever forgive me if I let anything happen to the kids.
Orders, huh? "What do we have on Paul?"
Bear didn't hesitate "Slavery rings on quite a lot of planets. Mostly managed by his mistress though. FRIDAY?"
"Interfacing now, papa bear!" Stars I'd missed that Irish accent.
I felt the familiar rush of infotrans and carefully isolated the knowledge in a temporary side-shoot. - The wonders of occlumency will never cease to amaze. - and reviewed it. Humans, Imuntars, Demons of every variety - was that an angel? - I whistled. And been going for 150 Earth years. "He's not been idle has he? I don't even recognize half the species." But dokkaebbi culture is run on slavery. Whoever we give an anonymous tip to will support him. I think I know where they're going with this.
"Rich protocols are active. Legal was particularly bloodthirsty. And running on caffeine. That tracker portal you put in his office was just what we needed. We just need your authorization, Dokja." Bear and I were probably doing our best unhinged psychopath impressions. Eh. It was for a good cause. Because you see - no matter the species, they always fucked up on the taxes.