Feeling stuck in a corner, Hir stopped bothering with the human stealing energy from him. He released his power healing his broken bones and growing back his fallen fangs at an unbelievable speed. His fur turned snow white, all the blue stripes he had vanished and blue energy sparked all over his body. For a moment Iris noticed that they’re able to draw ten times the amount they did before, but that didn’t last long. While Seven was still holding him down, Hir suddenly vanished."Where th-" a sharp pain ran through Seven's left and the next thing he realized was him slamming into the ceiling. As he made his way back to the ground he was met with another attack. Though he was able to guard against it this time, that did little to reduce the speed or force and he ended up rolling on the floor after a rather painful impact sound."Fugh! You really caused me some trouble just now, didn't you?" With his left hand on his right shoulder, Hir slowly walked toward Seven while rotating his ar

Sector twenty one. The Verta clan’s mothership. “It is very nice to make your acquaintance, honorable Zesionien warriors.” Standing at the entrance was a female Herara of a small stature. The first thing that caught Lilia’s eyes was the snow white hair flowing behind her, then the tail that seemed much fuzzier than that of the only other female Herara she had met so far. Her eyes had a silver color that gleamed with intelligence and wisdom. Her skin was pale, almost translucent with a hint of pink on her cheeks.The female Herara walked into the room and the door closed behind her. Her eyes shifted from Brayan to Erika then to Lilia, a small smile drawn on her lips all the while.“You seem to be in such a dire situation.” She said.Lilia pointed her gun, but the female Herara didn’t even flinch. That told them she wasn’t just some delicate civilian who’s sheltered from danger.“What do you want?” Lilia asked. “Is that how you show appreciation to the ones who help you?” The female

A couple of minutes later Orchid returned. The soldiers looking for Lilia and the others had anticipated that they’d try to reach the docks and positioned themselves there, however the white Herara was able to convince them to go away somehow.The two had only a few minutes before the guards return and Erika was running out of time so they had to work quickly and get back to her."Blue!! Where are you?" Lilia called once they were inside the ship. "Blue~! It’s me, Lilia! Where are you~!"Lilia walked through the ship calling for the little female Herara, but no answer came. It was dark, the only source of illumination were the small lamps above each door but they weren’t of much help. The reason behind that was the place the ship was left in. That part of the docks is usually reserved for captured crafts, to prevent any escape beyond this point it was built like a trap that completely shuts down the systems of the ships docked there. The way to regain control was something Lilia had

Sector twenty one, the Verta clan’s, Seven. It might have been that rumored effect where you start seeing things in slow motion when your death is near. My thoughts suddenly accelerated as I watched the tiger faced alien charge at me.I was about to give up. As much as I hated to admit it, it was more like me to just give up. After all I'm not some space fighter chasing orange balls to revive my dead friends. I'm just a below average shut in who makes his eyes suffer by staring at a screen for days rather than hours, no matter how much I try roleplaying as this strong fearsome hero who doesn't flinch when fighting aliens, there is a limit I'm going to eventually reach.I mean, I did some pretty amazing things, right? I went toe to toe with the leader of some space pirate cult that worships a mythical monster who I also just happen to have survived an encounter with, can't I give it a rest already? I’ve already used most of my reserves and no matter what I do I will eventually lose. T

The Verta clan's mothership was a fairly large craft to be owned by a group of outlaws. It boasted of strong defenses and high offensive power, hosted thousands of soldiers and their families, and offered a safe place for all members to get some rest, even those who travel away for work.The arena on the highest floor is part of the recreational facilities built to provide some stress relief for the resident clan members. Tournaments are held occasionally and most disagreements are solved through duels in this place. However, those tournaments and duels were always between the members, sometimes between newcomers as a way to decide ranks. Never did anyone expect the clan head himself to visit it for a purpose other than having his followers entertain him.No one expected the duel he proposed to the human prisoner to escalate to such level. Every single Herara in the entire fleet believed the head would make short work of his opponent, but the human stood his ground, he even got the u