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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 11
- 12
- 13
Chapter Twelve

March 13^th, 4035

She squeezed the trigger, rapidly, and without hesitation, aiming each lethal, crimson sphere towards the soulless creation across from her. She may as well have fired with her eyes closed. Unnaturally fluid and frighteningly quick the nightmarish android moved through her shots with all the boredom of watching paint dry.
Not a single hit. Not even a singe to his clothes.
Cold sweat slithered down her spine and the fine hairs at her nape stood on end. Quick as a flash, it was on her before she could give into the impulse to run. Every fiber of her being recoiled as it slid gracefully behind her, lining its body along her back, touching her with those manufactured hands that failed to imitate living tissue. Its skin had looked like flesh and blood, but whatever covered its exoskeleton was an arctic chill she felt all the way to her core.
Her repugnance at the wrongness of its composition quickly gave way to pain.
Merciless pressure, bordering on bone snapping, locked around her gun wrist while fleshy steel circled her throat. The hand at her wrist tightened cruelly and the band around her neck teased suffocation briefly before completely cutting off her air supply.
Her gun dissipated as she struggled to fill her screaming lungs. Blind terror gripped her mind when she failed. She twisted, contorted, and pulled to no avail. Blunted nails from her unrestrained hand clawed at its forearm, desperately yanking at the unbreakable vice. Blackness lapped at her vision. She could feel the blood that had surely turned her panicked face an alarming cherry.
She could feel the strength leaving her limbs.
Could feel the intangible vibrancy that denoted life slowly begin to fade.
A distant buzzing hummed in her ears and the world began to blur.
He was killing her.
Leeching the very life from her…
Her struggling grew sluggish and uncoordinated, then stopped all together. Skating the edge of unconsciousness, eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head, Kagome barely heard the words over the blood rushing in her ears.
“We will not kill you, we need you alive,” 5 told her, slowly unwinding its stranglehold as it spoke, “but if you continue to resist, we will hurt you. Badly.”
Mindless terror roared to the forefront, banishing the fog the lack of oxygen had created. Frightened, grateful to draw breath, Kagome sucked in great big, shaking gulps of air. Too much. With each noisy inhale, she felt closer and closer to passing out, closer than she had when oxygen hadn’t been an option. But she couldn’t stop. She needed air.
She needed to breathe.
The world tilted and darkness seeped into her blurry, wet vision. Coughing, wheezing, she fought desperately for the strength to remain on her feet.
“You know how badly we can hurt you, don’t you?” it fairly crooned, “you remember how badly…don’t you?”
She knew…and yet didn’t. She remembered, but only in her nightmares.
Fight or flight! her body cried.
Defend or retreat! howled her disoriented mind.
The adrenaline induce compulsion tightened her muscles in anticipation of either scenario.
Now or never!
She seized on the slack in his grip, rather than the horror lurking in her subconscious. Twisting her body, Kagome snatched her arm from his hold, wincing at the chafing the move caused. She ignore the throb. Right now, she could break a bone and it’d still be less important than escape. Drawing on her defense training, she drove both elbows into its chest. It stumbled, though the movement seemed more reflexive than from the force of her blow. Two new aches mirrored her wrist and were similarly dismissed.
Even if she couldn’t hurt it, if she could disable it momentarily or at least put distance between them she could make a break for it. It’d follow her, but she knew this city. She could draw it away from Plynus and lose it in the tall buildings.
She’d done it before with a previous model.
Whatever sick fuck that designed and controlled the android had to derive some twisted pleasure in playing a cat and mouse game with her. 5 was faster, stronger than she could ever hope to be and yet remained content to torment her before asking politely for her to come willingly into captivity. Why, she couldn’t even begin to fathom, but use it to her advantage, she absolutely would.
Spinning, she rammed her fist into its cheek, hoping for a second, more substantial stumble.
Agony exploded in her fist. Sharp as a blade, cutting deep to bone quicker than her lungs had drawn breath. She stumbled this time. Overpowering, the radiating hurt throbbed from should to elbow, to currently wailing knuckles. This pain she couldn’t ignore. She gasped, gripped her abused arm and back peddled from the steely droid. She swallowed the scream in her throat, held back the nausea churning in her gut and fought to keep the monstrosity grinning from ear to artificial ear in sight.
That grin.
The urge to wipe it from its face was even stronger than the needed to collapse and howl.
Seizing that anger, she willed the torment to cease, to fade into the background so she make her next move, so she could grasp her next thought. Her grip tightened when the pain defied her attempt to dismiss it.
5 had inherited that little ‘tweak’ from its predecessor.
That disconcerting flesh that was soft like skin but hard like rock. The sensation was confusing but incredibly painful. Agonizing pinpricks traveled from fist to shoulder and back again in pulsating waves that set her teeth on edge.
She retreated a second step.
Escape had never seemed so far from her reach. There was no way she’d be able to take it on alone and come out unscathed. She’d break more than one bone in the process and still find herself abducted. Sweat slid down her temple.
“We are not here to hurt you,” it declared, “We do not have to fight. Come with us, we will take you home.”
Burgeoning frustration and pain tighten her jaw
“You’re wasting your breath,” she told it through clenched teeth, “I’m not going anywhere with you and neither is Sota. For the last time. Leave. Us. Alone.”
5 tilted its head
“For the last time, that is not a request we can grant.”
“What the hell do you want with us?” she burst, “It’s this…cuei energy you’re after right? Why? What are you trying to use it for?”
She doubted she’d get a true answer, but holding back the questions was near impossible. She was so damn soul-weary of replaying this movie over and over again. She wanted it to stop, to end and never return for a sequel and yet, the only way to do that was to push play. To listen and watch and absorb the scenes it held. The reality was, she didn’t want to see it. She didn’t really want to know what they wanted, what she was truly running from. The horrors she dreamed about would be unearthed in her memories and made real.
She swallowed sick anxiety.
Not knowing was going to lead her to a fate much worse than remembering.
She knew it with unquestionable certainty.
Abdominals clenched, she willed it to answer with wide, blazing, frightened eyes. 5 straightened, its face slowly morphing into awkward curiosity. The shift was stunted and unnatural, showcasing its uncertainty of how and when to use facial expressions.
Cold horror crawled along her spine.
“We are still surprised Liari was not more forthcoming with you,” it paused, then frowned, “perhaps not surprised. Liari favored sentiment over reason.”
What the hell did that mean?
What did sentiment have to do with mother telling her the unvarnished truth about who theses people were?
“I don’t why she didn’t tell me much, but I do know that from what she did tell me, that whatever it is you guys are planning isn’t something me or Sota want any part of.”
“How can you hold such a conclusion when you don’t yet know what it is?”
Tell me what it is then!….
Is what she should have demanded.
Instead, her throat close, her lips locked and her courage from just moments ago dried up.
She didn’t want to know.
She didn’t want to hear it.
And 5 knew she didn’t. They knew she didn’t…because it was smiling again. A knowing lip curl that didn’t look so artificial anymore.
Scared, engrossed in pain, she put a third step between them.
“S-Since you’re in the mood to be talkative,” she began with false bravado, “how about you explain what this energy is and how the hell it came reside inside of me”
Her terror dimmed enough to bring her wildly fluttering heartbeat down to a slower, anxious pound. This topic felt safer, less traumatizing in some way she could not put words or thought to.
“I’ve been told its composition has a lot in common with negative energy.” she offered, remembering her nosy lover’s scans.
Its gaze sharpened but the grin remained.
“And who told you that, Kagome?”
She hated it!
God, the sound of her name on its lips was like the loudest scratch of claws dragging endlessly across a metal slab. It was an assault to her ears, a violation of the worse kind for it to speak her name.
“What the hell did you do to us?” she demanded, taking a step forward.
“Do?” It echoed, that disgusting lip curl now rife with secret knowledge, “You were born this way, Kagome.”
“Bullshit!” she negated, hand slashing the air in agitation. The motion jarred her injured arm, reacquainting her with blistering pain. She reached for it again and held it mournfully tight to her body.
,“I know you did something to me,” she continued after a few pained breaths, “I may not remember most of it but I do have memories. I remember being strapped to a gurney with people standing over me. People wearing lab coats and…”
She swallowed, her fury giving way to an awful, but familiar dread.
“I remember…being in that cold and bright room…with machines…tools…and the pain…”
Coats as brightly white as the room, machines that seemed to beep and chime all day long…
Pain, the likes her brain could scarcely comprehend even now.
She lapsed into silence, remnants of the past flooding back. A cold, metallic room, rough medical gown chafing her skin….the low whine and maddeningly steady, high pitched staccato of monitoring equipment. And the pain, God the pain…the screams. Their eyes met and Kagome took a step back, the move fearful.
“Memories,” it murmured softly, “Tell us, what do you remember?”
Terror dried her mouth and widened her eyes. Like a defenseless woodland creature, she was caught in the headlights of an oncoming cruiser. The painful drumbeat in her chest deafened her ears. She felt cold, yet her skin was layered in cold sweat. Nausea rose swiftly, and shaky weakness threatened to steal her legs from beneath her. Shaking with as much force as a lone leaf in a hurricane, Kagome battered back the gut clenching memories clawing their way from the obscurity that had clouded them for years. She fought them back with every desperate ounce of mental will she could muster, silently begging them to return to her subconscious and to take with them the toxic emotions swelling inside her.
Another step back.
“We want to know,” it prompted as it moved closer, “We are oh so curious to know what is stored inside your head.”
Her lips moved of their own accord, the words forming softly, almost inaudible.
“Experiments…”
“Oh yes, there are certainly several experiments in play. You and Sota are key in quite a few of them,” it admitted, “We have observed as much as we can from afar, now, we need to run more tests. This cat and mouse game must end. We are losing far too many opportunities to record pertinent information. This situation is unacceptable. There is too much at stake, too many important individuals invested in this project to continue on as we have.”
It held out a hand.
“Come, we have so much to do,”
Revulsion.
Abhorrence.
All consuming pain exploded at once.
Her teeth clenched and an ache bloomed in her jaw. Burning ire, mind-numbing terror and a host of emotions she had never experienced and could not name unfurled in her gut and culminated in a unholy brew stronger than any poison she’d ever known.
‘Never.’ she vowed silently.
“Never.” she whispered aloud.
They’d have to kill her first.
They’d done things to her, horrible, unspeakable things she’d remembered and forgotten and yet those sick bastards thought she’d go willingly again into a life rife with perverse experiments and unbearable pain.
She’d rather die.
If nothing else, this she knew with certainty. She would not give them the chance to visit new horrors upon her and her sibling. If they took them again, she knew, without a shadow of doubt that that would be it. There would be no second escape. No rescue by her loving, fearless mother or the father she’d only ever head about from mother. Her father’s image in her memories were worse than murky, they were nonexistent. Aside from the tales marking his love for his two children, and the painful punishments he suffered to protect them, Kagome held no recollections of the man that was her dad.
Mom had always spoken in past tense when she spoke of him, leaving Kagome to infer he’d long since passed before they’d gotten out.
There was no one left to protect them ‘in that place’.
Mother had gone to her grave protecting them; leaving them with money to start a new life, outfitting them with the best personal computers she’d been able to afford at the time, giving her children every advantage she could to aid in their continued survival…all except information.
Why hadn’t mom shared more than mere crumbs of knowledge she possessed about their pursuers? Why had she given only frighteningly cryptic warnings and descriptions so vague they’d left out the who these people were and what they wanted? At the time, she’d been too young to know what questions to ask or even that she should probe for more concrete facts. She’d assumed that mother knew best, and if there was something she really, really needed to know, mom would tell her. Years older, years wiser, she regretted never pressing her mother for clear answers.
Who were these people?
Why were they after them?
What kind of experiments had they put them through?
Liari had taken those answers to her grave.
Neon orange shifted in her peripheral, ripping her from her morose thoughts and fear only to replace the later with abject horror. Plynus had placed himself between her and the droid. Four painfully thin arms stretched out wide to shield her, while the remaining, and equally as pitiful stretched outward, palms up as if they held the power to wade off 5.
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” her co worker clicked, “but I’ve heard enough to know that Kagome isn’t interested in going anywhere with you. Please sir, leave us in peace.”
Kagome reached out for the spindly Sh’vek, gripping the slight curve that passed for a shoulder with dampened hands. She tugged, frantically. She couldn’t live with herself if something happened to him because of her.
“No, Plynus, don’t get involved in this,” she pleaded, “…it isn’t…a person, its an android with specific programming to complete a specific objective. It won’t be dissuaded with words. Please, I don’t want you hurt because of me. Get out of here. I swear I’ll be fine.”
Low trills of distress rumbled from his chest.
“I won’t leave you here with it. If I leave it will be with you.”
“Plynus-”
“The spectators are amused at this dramatic display,” 5 informed the two, cutting off the brief exchange, “but we can’t continue to fool around. It is time to go.”
In a blur of movement, 5 grabbed the Sh’vek by the throat and tossed him clear across the dimly lit parking lot. His vivid orange form crashed into a near by teleport, the metal screeching as it bent beneath the impact of his body. Bright yellow sparks erupted from the crushed and twisted metal. Plynus’ lay atop the bent bed of debris, his tangerine form motionless.
“Plynus!” Kagome screamed, “Plynus!!”
She willed him to move, to give her a sign her dangerous past hadn’t led to his death. She couldn’t bear it, she swore she couldn’t bear it if she’d gotten him killed.
Movement to her left.
A looming figure stepped deliberately in front of the tragic scene. 5 filled her vision. Kagome turned enraged blue eyes to impassive silver.
Cool steel filled her palm.
Without a thought, she brought the gun up and fired six times in rapid succession. She was no more successful this time than she had been before, but hitting the soulless machinery wasn’t her objective. Getting it out of her way was. It took the bait, weaving and avoiding her shots with disgusting fluidity and in the process, placing distance between them. Kagome made a break for Plynus the moment it was far away enough. Skidding painfully to her knees before his crumpled form, tears blurred her gaze as she searched for a mortal wound she hoped she wouldn’t find. Battered, bruised, she didn’t see see one. She shook him as gently as her frayed nerves would allow.
“Plynus! Can you hear me?!”
With trembling fingers, she pressed them to the base of his spine, nearly fainting in relief when she felt the steady hum of his life force thrumming against her finger tips. He was alive. A hurt but alive.
Her body jerked, the force nearly sending her crashing into her injured friend.
Ungodly liquid fire exploded in her right arm. She reached for that suddenly agonizing area and felt something warm coat her fingers. Numbness filled her psyche as she brought her hand back to identify the substance. Light blue and slippery, Kagome stared at her blood without comprehension. Shock. She was in shock. She felt disconnected, outside reality. Surely this wasn’t her blood all over her hand. Surely she hadn’t been shot.
Hot torment answered her unspoken question. Searing, tearing, she reached for the bleeding wound. It hurt. It hurt so bad when she did. Dizziness swayed her knelled form.
Kagome sucked in a breath.
Then another.
Panic widened her eyes.
She was going to faint. Trembling, fighting the tide, Kagome let loose a pained groan and bent double. It was the worse than any pain she’d experienced in recent years. Writhing agony that showed her no mercy. Foot steps behind her straightened her spine, and when they stopped, she turned to lay eyes on her assailant as blood gushed between her fingers.
5 stood a few feet away pointing its gun at her, calmly regarding her over the lightly smoking barrel.
It had shot her.
“You try our patience,” it said, “If we have to take you home by force we will.”
Warmth trickled down her arm. The agony was terrible, ping ponging from the very top of her shoulder down to her fingertips at a dizzying speed. It was hard to hear what he was saying, to make sense of the words.
Move! her sluggish brain urged.
Run! instinct demanded.
Teeth locked, lungs heaving, Kagome struggled to her feet. More than once, she feared she wouldn’t make it and when she did get her shaky limbs to hold her weight, the threat of falling remained. Bile rose in her throat and it took everything she had left not to wretch. She swayed like the drunks she waited tables for and took a bracing back step to keep herself up right.
The world around her seemed unnaturally bright, the street light unbearably hot.
Things were rapidly deteriorating.
She needed to get out of here. She glanced over at Plynus before turning back to the droid. And her co-worker, her innocent, sweethearted friend needed help. She’d draw it away from Plynus, call him an ambulance and then figure out a way to lose her unwanted tail. Even as she planned, she wondered how hard she’d hit the ground when she unlocked her muscles and tried to move.
Very hard, she decided.
Running was out of the question.
She didn’t have a choice then. She’d have to get out the way mother had told her to. That last resort method she’d promised never to use unless she couldn’t escape on her own.
Teeth clenched against another wave of agony, Kagome took several puffs through her nose in an attempt to force back the worse of its bite.
“Come,” 5 said, aiming for one of her trembling legs, “or if you prefer to be carried…”
Chilly fear gripped her insides. It was going to shoot her again. In the leg this time. Hyperventilating, Kagome out a call for emergency services, and uploaded their location anonymously. She had maybe two minutes before arrival, she’d have to make this quick.
She straightened her slightly hunched form and met with a tide of vertigo. She stumbled, blinking rapidly.
She was running out of time.
‘Release cuei.’
‘Releasing stored cuei’
A moment passed before cuei exploded through her body, nearly driving her to her knees. It was immense and all consuming, dragging her under its heavy cloak.
It felt..she had no words for it.
It pulsed and crawled over her skin, rushed through her veins and silenced the world around her. Light fixtures flickered, then winked out, casting the surrounding area in darkness. A small ball of purple light grew before her, bathing her in its violet hue. Its twisting color and warmth drew her in, calling her forward. It always beckoned her, a sirens call to God only knows what. The prospect often overwhelmed her and left her scared of what lay within this mysterious power. Now was as good a time as any to find out. This was the power mother had only whispered about.
Clear as day, she could still her mother’s words…
‘If you’re ever in a situation where they come for you and you can’t escape, use it. Use all of it, and get out of there. It’ll take you away from them in an instant, but once you release it, you won’t be able to return it. You cuei will seep, and they’ll be able to follow your trail much easier than they can now. Promise me, Kagome, promise me you’ll only use it when there’s no other way out.’
Exhausted, battling the encompassing weakness of blood loss and sickened over Plynus’ injuries, Kagome was unable and unwilling to resist its call.
She fell into its pull with open arms.
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“Weaponry exchange at all four major check-in stations across the solar system, several brothels will be stationed on the more poverty stricken planets, Saratuo included.” Delr’ik explained, gesturing to the areas indicated on the holographic map behind him.
The regions appeared in bright red, highlighting the specific locations for the group of men watching the presentation. The virtual reality meeting in the Saratuo representative’s office had been on its way for nearly an hour. Several leaders from surrounding planets were also in attendance, along with two of the more powerful overseers of the Kreeri solar system. Sesshomaru listened to the exchange with half an ear, much of his attention ensnared by the information Inuyasha had sent in the last hour.
Information he found interesting and perplexing.
Well worth the time he’d spent and would unraveling this ever growing conundrum. He glanced over the files Inuyasha had sent in his mind’s eye, searching for a deeper connection between the facts splayed on his internal screen. Each time, he returned to the center of the web.
The TinO Organization.
The nucleus of this complex cell.
Currently, they were engrossed in a long term project that was receiving funding from several military organizations, scientific authorities, medical facilities, government bodies and a slew of others unremarkable influence. Some of the groups involved, he’d expected, but a couple had him lifting a brow.
The Partanian Zoo, Helping Hands, Lithro Technologies, a number of illegal entities and of course the Gilrex. What was the TinO developing that had so many diverse groups throwing money at it and why had he and his syndicate not been offered a stake in it?
How had something of this magnitude escaped his notice?
What part did the Higurashi siblings play in this whole thing?
He was discontent with the entire situation. Being excluded from this project was unacceptable enough but to top that with ignorance about this seemingly significant investment by the Gilrex irritated him to no end. The competent individuals he’d placed in charge of intelligence gathering were even more in the dark about this than he was judging from the correspondence he’d received from them following Inuyasha’s initial revelations.
He’d made known, to each and every one of them, the acute displeasure he harbored due to their incompetence.
A critical development had slipped by them and in turn, slipped by him.
Unacceptable.
He’d not be made ignorant due to the ignorance of others. Included in those sharp, scathing messages was a mandatory and immediate summons for those responsible and their immediate superiors. Discipline would be handed down without delay and without mercy.
“The Xaltan is offering a substantial incentive for your cooperation in addition to the specified business agreements and the revenue they will generate,” Delr’ik continued, “operations are to begin immediately, the Xaltan is to be kept informed of all decision making from here on out via encrypted messaging written in the approved cipher or through direct contact with appointed officials using appropriate coded language…”
“That Higurashi file is no joke,” Inuyasha suddenly barged in.
Annoyed, but unwilling to give vent to it considering the nature of his brother’s rude call, Sesshomaru brought up the screen with his sibling’s animated face.
“The amount of protection around this data is freaking ridiculous. Whatever the hell is going on is serious. So far, I’ve only been able to get into about 5% but holy shit this is already blowing my mind. This project they’re working on has something to do with opening gateways through dimensions and something about mind control. Or at least I think that’s what’s going on, everything is encrypted and coded so it’s hard to make out a lot of it. I need to get deeper into the file to find out if that’s what these words and numbers actually mean. They set this up like an onion. Peeling back the layers and all that. I’m sending over the latest now.”
His system beeped as it downloaded the files.
“Gimme another couple of hours and I should have something solid. Later.”
The line dropped.
Amber eyes narrowed.
Dimensional access, mind control. This was definitely something he wanted uncovered with all due haste, and if the TinO really had something that was capable of either one of those feats, the Xaltaric empire would obtain it.
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Edited 08/31/19
Another chapter, hope you guys liked it, I enjoyed writing it! I’ve decided what Kagome is finally. I’d been toying around with what I wanted and now that I’ve decided, I think y'all might trip the hell out when you read it, lol. I’m soooo anticipating that day. Anyway, I’m feeling better, thanks for the well wishes from everyone and am working diligently on the next chapter. Sorry about the cliffy Sam, lol! Glossary has been updated! See you soon!
Laters
~Sessakag
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Glossary

Antiseptic Tonic: Cleans wounds and kills majority of germs.
Azerai: A bright red planet currently being evacuated due to its dying sun.
Azeraic: An individual who was a citizen of Azerai.
Betr: A two headed reptilian creature from the planet Tarthrix.
Brakon: The equivalent of bacon.
Caspte: Fuzzy, peaceful nine foot caterpillar like creatures.
Cuei: A type of energy to be explained later in the story.
Curerator: A container with a strong concentration of healing nano that promote the body’s natural healing capabilities and fight infection. Can be applied to most species without adverse reaction.
Fliier: Eggplant shaped vegetable that is very bitter when eaten raw but produces a sweat, savory juice when squeezed.
Foxlings Cartel: A small cartel with a strong influence in a number of key parts of the Teriaus galaxy.
Gartuan: A grasshopper looking creature with several limbs and soft bones. It changes colors when distressed or in pain.
Gilrex Cartel: A major cartel that dabbles mostly in drug sales, prostitution and weapon deals. The cartel is a major rival of the Xaltaric Cartel.
Glurtak: Xerian insult.
Heedrix: Winged, moth like alien from the planet Qtax.
Helping Hands: A pediatric hospital.
Kreeri: A solar system that includes Saratuo, Rektan 7 and other planets.
Knast Tree: A tree that produced nuts that are highly sought after on many plants and used to enhance the flavor of many dishes, mostly desert dishes.
Knutss: Pea shaped nuts from a Knast tree.
Krists: A snack almost like caramel popcorn.
Kryl: A creature found in the sea. It’s body consists of mostly tentacles, sort of like the spaghetti monster.
Laengs: Red eggs
Liari: Kagome and Sota’s mother.
Lithro Technologies: A corporation the specialized in advanced android construction and programming.
Lyrial: Winter celebration on Rektan 7, pretty much like Christmas but has no religious context.
Omakran: A planet home to Voltrin and several other species.
Pain Inhibitors: A tonic that reduces the body’s ability to feel pain due to injury or illness.
Partanian Zoo: A chain of popular zoos scattered throughout the universe housing and showcasing several exotic and rare animals.
Pernix and Xin: Currency accepted in most of the known universe with Pernix equivalent to dollars and Xin the same as coins.
Phantox: Turkey type meat
Pheran: A highly addictive illegal drug that induces a strong high, stimulating adrenaline and heightening senses. It leaves behind a relaxing euphoria when leaving the blood stream.
Rayn: Blue salad dressing with the texture of ranch.
Red Rooms: An illegal service that provides the customer with live murder/torture, allowing the viewer to dictate the actions taking place.
Rektan 7: A highly popular, wealthy and advanced planet home to thousand upon thousands of species.
Rhit: Akin to spaghetti noodles.
Rizek: A popular bar/restaurant near one of the major check in stations on Rektan 7.
Saratuo: A blue/green planet with a series of pink rings of average wealth and technological advances.
Sark lettuce: Orange, crisp vegetation with the consistency of lettuce.
Sh’vek: Tall and spindly with elongated heads, these creatures have six eyes and round teeth. They are native to Rektan 7.
Slaxton: A androgynous, often times short creature with a big head, black eyes and gray skin.
Skyway: Equivalent of a freeway or highway. It is a transparent road high in the sky with a gravity system that keeps vehicles in place and make crashing less likely.
Thermal/Heat Regulating Band Aid: Band aid that comes in multiple sizes. It senses the best temperature for each step of the healing process, changing its temperature from cold, to reduce swelling, bleeding and inflammation, to hot, to reduce aches and pains and any temperature in between.
TinO: A research facility on New Saturn that specializes in space sciences.
Torpal: Blue, genetically altered vegetable that is crisp on the outside, but gooey on the inside and has an earthy taste. Shaped like a bell pepper.
Vaprifle: A powerful rifle capable of vaporizing an individual into dust.
Voltrin: A dog-like race of people that live mostly on planet Omakran.
Wurmulix: An alien with a vertical mouth full of mini tentacles called feelers.
Xaltan: A term applied to the leader of the Xaltaric Cartel.
Xaltaric Cartel: A major cartel specializing in drug sells, weapon deals, and prostitution.
Xer: A wealthy planet of significant technological advancement.
Xerian: An individual who is a citizen of the planet Xer.
Zalvan: A family Xer that share a tight bond. The word is synonymous with pack as in a wolf pack.
Zkyek: An exotic tiger type of animal with an extremely soft pelt. It comes in a multitude of colors and is found in the jungles of Rektan 7.
5: Android sent to retrieve Kagome and Sota for purposes currently unknown.
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