#selective racking systems

[camaraindustries]

Revolutionizing Storage: The Advantages of Push Back Racking Systems

Push Back Racking Systems have transformed the landscape of storage and inventory management, offering an unparalleled efficiency in maximizing warehouse space. Unlike traditional racks, Push Back Racks can store up to six pallets deep, boosting storage capacity by 25-30% more than selective racking systems. This leap in efficiency is achieved through an innovative design: pallets rest on wheeled carts that glide along inclined rails, enabling deep storage without necessitating multiple aisles.

See More: https://camaraindustries.com/revolutionizing-storage-the-advantages-of-push-back-racking-systems/

[industrialstoragesolutions]

How to Optimize Your Warehouse Layout with Pallet Racking Systems

In today's fast-paced logistics and supply chain industry, optimizing warehouse space is crucial for efficiency and cost-effectiveness. One of the best ways to enhance storage capacity and streamline operations is by using pallet racking systems. At Sigma Racks, we specialize in designing and installing high-quality pallet racking solutions to help businesses maximize their warehouse potential.

1. Understanding Warehouse Space and Layout

Before implementing a pallet racking system, it's essential to analyze your warehouse space. Consider factors like floor area, ceiling height, aisle width, and storage needs. A well-planned layout ensures that every inch of your facility is utilized efficiently.

2. Selecting the Right Pallet Racking System

Different warehouses have varying storage requirements. Choosing the right pallet racking system can significantly impact your operational efficiency. Popular options include:

Selective Pallet Racking – Ideal for businesses needing direct access to each pallet. This system enhances order-picking efficiency.

Drive-In & Drive-Through Racking – Best suited for high-density storage, allowing forklifts to access racks from one or both sides.

Push Back Racking – Uses gravity to store multiple pallets in deep lanes, optimizing space utilization.

Pallet Flow Racking – Uses rollers to facilitate a first-in, first-out (FIFO) inventory system, perfect for perishable goods.

Shuttle Racking System – A semi-automated storage solution designed for high-density warehouses, reducing forklift travel time.

3. Optimizing Aisle Space and Accessibility

Aisle width plays a vital role in warehouse efficiency. Wide aisles allow easier maneuvering of forklifts, whereas narrow aisles increase storage density. The key is to balance accessibility and storage volume for a streamlined workflow.

4. Implementing Safety Measures

Safety should be a priority when designing your warehouse layout. Ensure that pallet racking systems are installed correctly and comply with safety regulations. Regular inspections and weight capacity guidelines help prevent accidents and structural damage. Sigma Racks provides high-quality, durable pallet racking systems built for maximum safety.

5. Enhancing Workflow with Proper Racking Placement

Strategic placement of pallet racking systems enhances warehouse efficiency. Frequently accessed inventory should be stored closer to shipping areas, while less-used items can be placed in higher or deeper racks. This reduces unnecessary movement and improves productivity.

6. Using Automation and Technology

Integrating warehouse management systems (WMS) with pallet racking can boost accuracy and efficiency. Barcode scanners, RFID technology, and automated retrieval systems reduce manual errors and speed up operations.

7. Future-Proofing Your Warehouse Storage

As businesses grow, warehouse storage needs change. Investing in modular and scalable pallet racking solutions allows flexibility for future expansion. Sigma Racks provides customized racking solutions tailored to your business needs, ensuring long-term efficiency and scalability.

Conclusion

Optimizing your warehouse layout with pallet racking systems is a smart investment that enhances productivity, storage capacity, and safety. Whether you need selective pallet racking, drive-in racking, or a shuttle racking system, Sigma Racks offers premium solutions to transform your warehouse into a high-performance storage facility. Contact us today to find the perfect pallet racking system for your business.

See more… www.sigmastorage.com

[eurorackjsc]

Storage racking system for mechanic factories

[sigmadisplayracks]

Innovative Pallet Racking Solutions for Modern Warehousing Needs

In the dynamic world of warehousing and logistics, efficient storage solutions are paramount. With the continuous evolution of technology and the increasing demand for optimized space utilization, innovative pallet racking solutions have become a necessity. Modern warehousing needs require systems that are not only robust and efficient but also flexible and scalable to accommodate varying storage requirements. 

Sigma Racks offers innovative pallet racking solutions tailored to modern warehousing needs. Our cutting-edge designs enhance storage efficiency, optimize space, and improve inventory management. Discover how our pallet racking systems can revolutionize your warehouse operations and boost productivity. This blog explores some of the most innovative pallet racking solutions designed to meet the needs of contemporary warehouses.

1. Automated Storage and Retrieval Systems (AS/RS)

Overview: Automated Storage and Retrieval Systems (AS/RS) are advanced solutions that use robotics and automation to store and retrieve pallets with minimal human intervention. These systems are designed to maximize storage density and improve the speed and accuracy of warehouse operations.

Advantages:

Increased Efficiency: AS/RS significantly reduces the time required to locate and retrieve items, thus speeding up the overall warehouse operations.

Space Optimization: These systems utilize vertical space efficiently, allowing for higher density storage.

Enhanced Accuracy: Automation reduces human error, ensuring precise inventory management.

Safety: Minimizes the need for manual handling of heavy pallets, reducing the risk of workplace injuries.

2. Mobile Racking Systems

Overview: Mobile racking systems are a versatile and space-saving solution where racks are mounted on mobile bases that move along tracks. This system allows for compact storage by eliminating the need for multiple aisles, as the racks can be moved to create an access aisle when needed.

Advantages:

Space Savings: Mobile racking can increase storage capacity by up to 80% compared to traditional racking systems.

Flexibility: Suitable for various types of goods, including bulky or irregularly shaped items.

Accessibility: Provides easy access to all pallets by creating an aisle on demand.

3. Dynamic Pallet Racking (Carton Flow and Pallet Flow Racks)

Overview: Dynamic pallet racking systems, such as carton flow and pallet flow racks, use gravity to facilitate the movement of pallets. These systems are designed for high-density storage and efficient stock rotation.

Advantages:

First-In, First-Out (FIFO) Inventory Management: Ideal for perishable goods or items with expiration dates, ensuring older stock is used first.

Increased Productivity: Reduces the time and effort required to move and pick items.

Space Utilization: Maximizes storage space by eliminating the need for multiple aisles.

4. Cantilever Racking Systems

Overview: Cantilever racking systems are designed for storing long, bulky items such as lumber, pipes, and furniture. These racks have arms that extend from a central column, providing open and flexible storage.

Advantages:

Versatility: Ideal for storing items of varying lengths and sizes.

Accessibility: Easy loading and unloading from the front without any vertical obstructions.

Durability: Strong and sturdy, capable of handling heavy loads.

5. Shuttle Racking Systems

Overview: Shuttle racking systems are semi-automated solutions where a shuttle or cart moves pallets within the racking structure. These systems are controlled by remote or software, allowing for efficient storage and retrieval.

Advantages:

High Density: Optimizes space by minimizing the number of aisles.

Efficiency: Speeds up the loading and unloading process.

Scalability: Easily expandable to accommodate growing storage needs.

Conclusion

Modern warehousing demands innovative pallet racking solutions that offer efficiency, flexibility, and space optimization. Whether through automation with AS/RS, space-saving mobile racking, dynamic flow racks, versatile cantilever systems, or semi-automated shuttle racking, these advanced solutions cater to the diverse needs of contemporary warehouses. By adopting these innovative systems, businesses can enhance their storage capabilities, improve operational efficiency, and stay competitive in an ever-evolving market.

[mayuri-manufacturer]

Compactor Storage Systems Manufacturer In Pune – Max Space

Max Space Racking Systems is a leading compactor storage systems manufacturer in Pune. Explore our space-saving solutions for efficient storage. In a world where efficient storage solutions are paramount, Max Space Racking Systems emerges as a trusted compactor storage systems manufacturer in Pune, India. Compactor storage systems are a vital component of modern storage solutions. They offer a space-saving and highly organized way to store a wide range of items, from documents and files to goods in warehouses and distribution centers.

[aavonsteels]

Selective Pallet Racking System is a storage system that organizes and stores palletized products on horizontal beams supported by vertical frames, allowing selective access to each pallet.

Click Here: https://www.aavonsteels.com/

[nerdygirlramblings]

cw: poorly executed accents, technological inaccuracies

previous

Over the week between Laswell requesting you go off your scent blockers and the charity event, the barracks slowly carries lingering traces of sun-ripened berries and arid soil, your natural scent. The team is entranced. It hasn't escaped any of them how well your scent compliments theirs. You and Gaz smell like all the best parts of springtime. Simon's sharp acidic scent is tempered by your sweetness. When you and Soap are together, it's hard not to picture seaside picnics. And when Price is in the room with you, the others are remembering crisp, cozy autumn days.

Your natural scent grows as the blockers work their way out of your system, as does your control over it. "How'd ya learn that, Ren?" Price asks one night, back to you as he stirs his tea. As soon as you picked up on his steps, the strawberry sweetness in the air decreased.

The couch creaks as you shift to face him, turning away from the dossiers on the low table in front of you. "After I presented, Dad used ta pull me inta the kitchen for lessons. He told me ta picture my scent like the dials on an equalizer. Taught me how I could ground myself ta turn the volume down on any particular smell. Especially how I could dampen things like fear. And, of course, how to project certain scents."

Your eyes leave his face, looking at the wall instead. "Being an omega in the service is hard, so I used the blockers because conscious scent manipulation takes a bunch of energy, and I wanted ta focus my energy on the job." You drop your voice and whisper, "And I didn't want ta spend all my energy on something that essentially soothed an alpha's ego."

He comes over and sits with you. "Well, if ya choose, after this op, ya don't need ta go back on 'em. Ya don't gotta protect me and Ghost." He grins and bumps your shoulder, and if he's hoping that you off your blockers means the pack can have a proper scenting, he gives nothing away.

The night of the op finds you in a fancy hotel room somewhere in St. James, several floors above the charity event. You're set up into adjoining rooms: one for you and one for the rest of the team. The other room will serve as the communication hub while you and Gaz - because Price saw how your scent was affecting Soap, the doe eyes he turned on you when you weren't paying attention, and didn't trust him to be able to focus on the op if he were at your side - go to the auction to find Arella.

You'd gone shopping with Adam several days before, under Kate's orders to get appropriate attire. The dress he put you in is more extravagant than anything you would ever have selected, but after a few quick photos to Kate who deemed it perfect, it was off the rack and in your hands. Strapless with a fitted bodice with enough structure to hold you and a skirt that flowed like water, except because it's steel grey, it moves more like liquid metal. There's a sizable slit, up to your thigh but is mostly hidden in the folds of silky fabric, which allows you quick access to the tiny holster you strapped there.

Fashion was never something you were interested in, so Adam took it upon himself to find some simple YouTube makeup tutorials, then made sure you had all the necessary products. You were annoyed about the hassle with the makeup, so Adam made sure the hair tutorial was simple yet elegant and didn't require a mountain of products to pull off.

Though you were going in without scent blockers, Kate didn't plan to risk you, even with the support of a beta, to an alpha's teeth. She had Adam buy the most intricate collar necklace you'd ever seen. Geometrically structured with metal rods, it seemed more like a piece of art than a piece of jewelry. When you draped it across your neck and collarbone, it prevented an alpha from getting his teeth on your scent gland but still allowed you to project your scent unencumbered.

Being undercover didn't allow for the traditional communication hardware, so the boys had come up with an ingenious pair of earrings whose large geometric wrap both matched the necklace and served as an earpiece. They also fitted a mic into the structure of your necklace. The whole task force would be with you all night.

When you finish getting dressed and fixing both hair and makeup to the best of your ability to follow Adam's selected videos, you knock on the door between the room you'd been assigned and where the rest of your pack task force is preparing. You need both your escort and your comms before you head for the lift.

An hour later and you're on your second circuit of the room, Gaz at your elbow, holding your drink. There will be some expectation to drink while you're here, but Price had taught you ways to make it look like you were drinking or as though you did not need a refill during those trainings at the pubs around base. Static crackles in your ear and you hear Price's baritone come through as if he were standing beside you. You've practiced not reacting when the comms go off, but you're still a little startled. "No sign of Arella yet, but Spinner's on the far side a' the room, left a' the bar but looking out on the dance floor."

Neither you nor Gaz is in a position to see him, so Gaz lightly takes your hand and guides you toward the balcony door with a hand low on your back. It allows you both to get quick glimpses of the man, older, polished, and with a petite blonde dressed in ice white standing very close. Though you're too far to see any potential mating mark, she's wearing a collar necklace not dissimilar to yours.

"I think Spinner's got an omega with him," you say. "I might be able ta get information from her if I get her alone. "

"Appreciate the initiative, Ren," price rumbles, "but she's not our priority. Technically, neither's Spinner, but it's good ta keep eyes on 'im just in case." He pauses momentarily before coming over the comms again with, "Not going ta tell ya not to talk ta her if the situation arises, but stay on mission."

"Copy that, Captain," you respond.

Waiting for Arella gets frustrating especially as you watch people continually approach Spinner, who's taken up residence at a high top table on the outskirts of the party. You snatch the champagne flute from Gaz's hand and quickly tip the contents back. Squaring your shoulders, you look at him and say, "Dance wi' me." For a moment all he does is look at you, and you can't read the emotion in his eyes. You power through and tell him, "If we're dancing, we can get closer ta Spinner's table and pick up snatches of conversation. "

Pulling back, you search his face. "I know ya've got the hardware on yer phone ta clone Arella's device with some prolonged exposure, but is it possible fer it ta pick up short bursts a' data off other phones it's near?"

Gaz looks at you in awe. "Ren, that's brilliant! Cap, ya hear that suggestion?"

"Affirmative," Price replies, "but I'll be damned if I understand it."

"Just get the systems on yer end ready fer a massive data dump. It's gunna be fragmentary. Laswell's analysts are gunna have a hell of a time going through it. We may need ta send them some whiskey and good cigars, but honestly, if this pans out even a little bit, we'll be able to get a ton a' information on the kinds of people Spinner's meeting with. Maybe Arella's is not the only one who's dirty."

Once they get to go ahead from Price, Gaz pulls you close and takes to the dance floor. You'd learned how to dance once, long ago, but it's clear this man is trained. He waltzes you through the crowd near to the edge where Spinner's settled, and you hope to hell this idea works.

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an: this is sort of what I envisioned for Ren's necklace, but more modernist straight lines

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[fremulon]

Crowley was rather proud of the Employee Hellpline. There had been a contest, about twenty years back, to create the most confusing phone structure possible, and Crowley had won. (He'd got inspired by calling up a telecom company to cancel service. Despite the fact that he'd made the call without an account, he'd left having agreed to a phone/television/Internet bundle and two magazine subscriptions.)

What he’d forgotten was the fact that he was an Employee, and thus had to navigate the labyrinthine obscurity of the Hellpline every time he needed to put in a request for a little extra power or office supplies. Fortunately, he didn't tend to make many calls; unfortunately, this meant that any insight he gained into the pattern had generally evaporated by the next time he had to face it.

Which was how he came to be sitting in his car, twenty minutes late for lunch, being informed in a monotone that he’d better listen carefully to the following menu, as options might have changed.

“For complaints about colleagues, press 1. For complaints colleagues made about you, press 2. For accounts payable, press 3, then 8, then turn the phone around and repeat. For accounts receivable, enter your ID in reverse. For all other financial requests, spell the first 10 pages of the Bee Movie script using your keypad. For—”

There was a knock at the window. “Are you quite all right?” Aziraphale said.

Crowley rolled the window down, half-listening to the phone menu. “Sorry I’m late—”

“You weren’t late. You drove up twenty-five minutes ago and took the ‘Reserved for Customers of AZ Fell & Co’ spot. So no actual customers have been able to park here this entire time. Which is dreadful,” Aziraphale added happily. 

“This concludes the menu. Make your selection in the next four seconds or this call will be terminated. Four…three…” Crowley racked his brains attempting to remember whether accounts payable was 8, then 3, or— “Good-bye,” the voice said, with gloomy satisfaction, and hung up.

“Ahhh, sanctify it.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to get this reimbursement through. I had to buy eighty live bats for this work thing, and apparently that kind of order can’t go through the normal process. So I’m on the Hellpline. But this consecrated phone—”

“Didn’t you design the system?”

“Might’ve done.”

“May I?” 

Crowley hit Redial and placed the phone in Aziraphale’s outstretched hand.

Aziraphale listened thoughtfully to the first list of menu options, then tapped the phone. He listened a bit longer, tapped twice more, said, “Mammal, not otherwise specified,” and handed it back. 

A voice crackled in Crowley's ear. “Accounts payable, living creatures from twoscore to nine dozen. How can I hinder you today?”

“One sec,” Crowley said, and moved the phone away. “How’d you do that?”

“It was yours, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah.”

“I suppose I simply know how to thwart you,” said Aziraphale smugly. “Go on,” he said, nodding at the phone as he got in the car. “We’re late.”

[forthefictionallesbians]

Despite her own, very public advice against it, Yuna Rochester found herself walking home alone just a few nights afterwards. It had happened nearly before she'd registered what was going on; one moment she, Tim, and a small handful of her boyfriend's friends had been drinking at Oliviera's Speakeasy, laughing and chatting as they enjoyed the legal "illegal" ambiance and drinks, and the next she found herself stumbling down the darkened street, crowds nearly nonexistent at the late-- she checked her phone. 3:22 a.m. Fuuuuuck. She was getting wellness checked tomorrow-- today for sure. In the warm, floaty, hazily happy space her mind was in, worrying too much about that was impossible. Yuna had made it through those before, independence intact. Things were going to be fiiiine. She was fiiiiiiiine. Better than fine, even, with the amount of xeno-infused booze in her system.

She hiccupped, and her breath swam with jasmine and thyme. It was an intoxicating blend, custom made by Oliviera herself to ornament her subterranean bar. Had she really been drinking with Rod and the others for five hours? And why was she on her own? She racked her memory, but it was like trying to find puzzle-pieces in luminous amber, and her mind just seemed to slide right off of them. For her troubles, the curb veered towards her and she narrowly avoided tripping over it, cursing. How rude of it! Yuna gave it a kick. Dumb sidewalk. That made her giggle, but she had enough presence of mind to realize that she probably needed to get directions home.

Yuna reached for her phone, and had a momentary flash of panic to find that it wasn't in her pocket. Fuck. Had she left it at the Speakeasy? If so, Olive would probably deliver it by hand while being gently flirtatious, marvel of a bartender that she was. She was the only affini Yuna really respected, liked even, and her establishment had was one of the few places that never felt like it was designed to coax her into a collar. There was a reason Tim and his friends had taken to drinking there. Unlocking the phone in her hand, she navigated to telecom app and selected Olive's name before pausing. Sparks of anxiety and something more flashed through her gut. It was never a good idea to be too cute and helpless around an affini, even one you trusted, unless you were aiming for a wardship at the very least. But-- Olive was different. Her eyes that always seemed to contain the suspicion of a smile, the quips that felt almost subversive amidst Compact dogma, the perpetually smoldering incense-vines she had growing from herself. Stars. She was safe but exciting, comforting but still razor sharp. Yuna would be lying to herself if she'd never wondered what it would be like to--

Oh hey! Her phone was right there in her hand! She seized on the realization, the distraction, embarrassing as it was, to free her mind from the routes it HADN'T been going down. Her cheeks felt like they'd caught on fire. Sitting down on the sidewalk to steady herself, she firmly compartmentalized all those fantasies she HADN'T been having from her mind. She was drunk, and the mind wandered while drunk. Everybody knew that. The thoughts didn't mean anything, and besides, her boyfriend Tim would be furious with her for thinking them. She was just drunk. Nothing more.

And far from home. Frosts. She needed to get back quickly. Looking at her phone, the half-hour had already passed. She'd barely moved ten feet in the last eight minutes. With how inebriated she clearly was, it was incredibly fortunate that nobody else was around. Having an affini see her like this would be a nightmare, a disaster, a death-knell to the freedom she'd been learning to value so highly. Standing shakily, she pocketed her phone and stepped forwards.

Directly into a mass of vines. What? Yuna put her hands forward, feeling them. Her mind was struggling to process the input, and, accidentally pushing too hard, she stumbled backwards. A hand(?) shot out, lightning quick, and kept her from bruising her rear on the concrete. It was soft on her back, and she let herself just hang there for a moment, blinking up at the affini silhouetted against a streetlight.

The affini. Fuck. Panic cut through the intoxication in an icy slash, only to be re-consumed by the amber fugue as it closed back in. What remained was still fear, but distant, hazy, nearly incorporeal. She shied away from the figure anyways, turning her body in an attempt to fall from their hand. It merely shifted and retained its grasp.

"Yuna Rochester?" The voice was musical, melodious, laced with a firmness that brooked no defiance. However much amusement flowed from the delivery, it left no doubt that the figure knew exactly who they were.

Yuna blinked, frozen, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Implications and anxieties tried to pile up, only to sink into the bubbling, drugged froth of her mind. The affini smiled down at the sight, a friendly mask cloaking its predatory intent.

"My name is Wisteria Salashi, Fourth Bloom, she/they. We've met once before."

The dots began connecting in Yuna's mind. It wasn't a quick process. Fuck. Wait. "You're the- the one who got Andy!" Her friend had been domesticated just over a month prior, ensnared by this very affini. Their personal connection suddenly made the interaction feel far more dangerous. She began squirming, thrashing, trying to break free. The affini just flashed her thorny teeth, mask dissolving as the grin extended entirely too far along her face.

"So she does recognize me. I was worried Oliviera had sent you to me with your mind fully gone." Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. Olive had- "Which would have made things a tiny bit easier, but much less fun for me." Fuck. Wisteria drew closer, her face inches from Yuna's. Ginger assaulted her sinuses, and Yuna turned her head away from Wisteria's brilliant eyes. This was bad. This was really bad. "Awww, so adorable. You're still trying to resist." Her voice hissed through the rows and rows of teeth, fake breath cool across Yuna's cheek. "I thought you knew that 'If an affini decides that it wants you, it is already too late.'"

Yuna's own words. Her own post. She'd read them so many times over the past days as the responses and reposts had come in. People thanking her. People teasing and mocking her, or saying they'd follow it in reverse. The post being temporarily removed by the affini site admins, before being put back up as "an example." She should have expected something like this. She HAD expected something like this, before- before-

Olive had persuaded her to stay late, prepared her special drinks to help with the anxiety, convinced the others that she'd make sure Yuna got home safely. They had all trusted her. Helplessness and betrayal boiled through Yuna's chest, welling up in a tidal wave that threatened to drown her. It too was swallowed by the drugged ditzyness, but with it went every drop of resistance she might have once mustered. There was no hope. She had lost. Like Andy, and Molly, and so many others. The words of Rodrigo, one of Tim's friends, flitted through her mind. 'We're just wayward property to them,' he'd said. 'With no real rights or moral value.' At the time, she'd found it a little too... feralist for her tastes. Now she realized he'd been right.

At the shake of a vine, she would become property. Yuna whimpered at the thought, trembling. Her fight was gone. Wisteria looked almost disappointed. "You terrans break too quickly for my tastes," she spoke, almost confessionally. "I'd hoped that someone involved in a feralist pack would be able to take a little bit more. So much for the 'indominable human spirit,' or whatever it is you free terranists believe." Yuna whimpered again, shifting to try and bury her face against the hand holding her.

Wisteria sighed. "You are undeniably adorable, though." Her other hand gently lifted to stroke Yuna's head, vines and feathery tendrils flowing out through her hair, kneading her scalp. It felt incredible, especially with whatever Olive had put into her system. She felt to drugged and broken to not let herself enjoy it at least a little, even while shying away from the terrifying affini form. Wisteria hummed softly with a level of contentment.

"I'm not going to domesticate you, little acorn. Oliviera would scold me if I did, and the NFPO knows you just fell into a rough crowd. We're not after you." Wisteria's tone was conciliatory, if patronizing. For some reason, that comforted her.

"You're not?" Frosts, somehow she felt small again, like she'd been caught breaking some rule and been forgiven. Another vine snaked up and wiped away the tears she didn't realize she'd been crying.

Yuna's mind was still fuzzy and overwhelmed, but a spark of hope had reignited. Her fears weren't coming to pass. Looking up, she found that Wisteria had pulled back, softened her features once again. A glimmer of disappointment still remained in her eyes, but her visage was nearly apologetic. Maybe she would let her go? Maybe Yuna had a way out?

"Of course not, my fragile girl. Oliviera is. I'm just here to turn you into an unwitting double agent, because it'll be so much more fun to break your feralist friends slowly!"

She was too tired for the icy fear to make much of a dent this time, to be phased by the gleam that returned to Wisteria's eyes. The spark had been quenched. Her chest trembled once again, tears threatening the corners of her eyes. But Olive's xenodrugs helped take care of that too. They'd probably been designed to, Yuna realized idly, apathetically. How kind of her. At that thought, the apathy burst into a little giggle. Here she was, situation hopeless, about to be turned against her friends by alien invaders, irrevocably drawn into a tangled jungle of affini schemes, and there was nothing she could do about any of it. A golden bubble of despairing mirth began to grow in her abdomen, fueled by the carbonated surrender swirling through her system. At least it wouldn't be a mean affini like Wisteria who got her. That thought prompted another giggle, the absurdity of the thought compounding on itself.

Wisteria watched her with an expression of profound amusement. This didn't seem to be the reaction she had hoped for, but it wasn't an unpleasant one for the affini. She shook her head, a far nicer smile drawing across her face. "Seems like Oliviera has you well in hand, even without a collar on you yet. But it's getting late, and it would be irresponsible for me to keep you much longer." Yuna felt a quick pinching sensation in their side, and the last thing they knew was a glorious numbness and the gleam of Wisteria's eyes.

Yuna Rochester woke up in her bed the next day, head still hazy from sleep. Her alarm clock was blaring, and she stared at it blearily, far too tired. How late had she gotten home? On her desk she saw a handwritten note, pinned underneath a glass of something the colour of honey. She chugged it without thinking, and a wave of cool, refreshing alertness swept through her body, driving sleep away. Little sparking bubbles of pleasure blipped in and out of her muscles, an aftereffect of tingling joy. She sighed, stretching her back and reaching for the paper. It was from Olive. Her cheeks flushed.

Good morning, sleepy head! I couldn't leave the Speakeasy last night (you know how it is! always busy) so had a friend take care of you. Apologies for keeping you so late, but you seemed like you were enjoying yourself. Hope the drink helps. P.S. Feel free to come back any time! Even without your friends! It was great chatting with you ;)

Yuna clutched the letter to her chest, and committed to do just that.

[strawberri-elixir]

╰⇢ Bllk characters with you as their motivation to score

Requested: this lovely request here

Characters: Rin, Isagi, Reo, Bachira, Nagi

Warnings: none

Note: this request is so cute thank you again for letting me write it!

Rin

To be honest, I don’t think Rin really cared about the reward system that came with scoring goals and earning points. To be fair, I don’t think that he even remembered that he could call you if he got his phone back. Poor boy wouldn’t have thought about it until one of his teammates mentioned how lucky he was to have scored so many goals in the first selection.

But as soon as he remembered that he could text you and call you with his phone if he got it back, he immediately went to exchange those 3 measly points for his phone. The first thing he did was call you. He didn’t trust himself to be able to wait for your response if he texted you first.

He was over the moon to hear your voice after a few rings. Despite not showing it outwardly, he really missed being able to see you every day. But getting these moments to call you meant the world to him. Not to mention how he’d spend pretty much all of his free time texting you.

‘Just got out of the shower.’

‘How was your day?’

‘Nobody here is worth my time.’

‘I miss you…’

Isagi

Everyone on Team Z could tell he was more motivated to score the day after he found out about the point system from Kunigami. The thought of being able to communicate to him fueled his determination way more than even he expected. He’d alway be in an open position when he was near the goal, ready for the ball to find his feet and then eventually, the back of the net.

When he finally scored three goals, he immediately went to exchange the points for his phone. The first thing he did was send you a message telling you how much he missed you. And even if you couldn’t respond right away, he was happy to wait. At least he had a way to talk to you again. And when you finally did respond, he was already thinking of a response to whatever you said, eager to continue the conversation. And he would continue to check up on you, making sure you were properly taking care of yourself.

‘Hey, I hope you’re doing okay ☺️ I really miss you!’

‘There’s a lot of amazing players here!’

‘Good morning! Did you sleep well?’

‘Make sure you eat and drink lots of water! I love you <3’

Reo

Already being ranked on the higher end of the group, Reo and his teammates easily racked up a fair amount of goals. Him included. He browsed the options of rewards he could exchange points for. When his eyes landed on the reward for his phone, his face practically lit up.

He was so excited to text you. An image of you and him displayed as his lock screen, your arms wrapped around his neck, huge smiles on your faces. He clicked on your contact, ready to send you a message. While he waited patiently for a response, he scrolled through his old photos from a few months prior. The more he looked, the more he realized he missed seeing your smile.

‘I love you so much, I miss seeing you everyday.’

‘Send me a selfie, I want to see your smile.’

‘How was your day?’

‘I hope you know how much I miss you.’

Bachira

To say Bachira was excited to text you was an understatement. His motivation went through the roof at the thought of being able to talk to you again. He’d blow past all of the opposing team’s defensive lines and score goal after goal. You were his motivation, his will. And he just couldn’t wait to text you after he finally earned enough points.

As soon as he was given access to his phone again, he clicked on your beloved contact and immediately started texting you even if you weren’t available to text him back. At first, it’d be little “I miss you” messages, before turning into his excited explanations of every game he’s played once you finally respond. Then, whenever he got the chance, he’d text you.

‘I miss you! \(^ヮ^)/’

‘Guess what Isagi did today’

‘Play 8-ball with me!’

‘I can’t wait to see you again (￣▽￣)’

Nagi

Despite being told about the possibility that he could get his phone back, Nagi didn’t really give it a second thought. That is, until an image of you suddenly flashed through his mind in the middle of a match. It was like a switch in his mind. He wasn’t really one for expressing how he felt, but his sudden desire to score more didn’t go unnoticed.

Now, even though he got his phone back early on in the first selection, the mental note he made to text you completely slipped his mind. He was too absorbed in his games to think about anything else. It wasn’t until he saw a notification from you pop up at the top of his screen that he remembered why he wanted his phone back in the first place. Nonetheless, he immediately texted back.

‘It’s such a hassle being here…’

‘Do you want to join our Minecraft world?’

‘I’d rather be with you.’

‘I miss your cuddles.’

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"smut", censorship & why we must defend the freedom to read

Every era polices its stories. Today, the battleground is digital: TikTok, Twitter, and Tumblr simmer with moral panics over “problematic” fiction. At the heart of this debate lies a paradox: in an age that champions individuality and free expression, why are readers—particularly women and queer communities—increasingly shamed for enjoying narratives labeled “dark romance,” “smut,” or “spicy”? These terms, weaponized as shorthand for “morally bankrupt,” obscure a deeper cultural anxiety: the fear of stories that center taboo desires, power dynamics, or unapologetic female agency. What begins as criticism of tropes often escalates into demands for censorship, blurring the line between discourse and dogma. The stakes here transcend genre—this is about who gets to control narratives, and why.

Censorship has always targeted the marginalized. In the 19th century, novels like Madame Bovary and Lady Chatterley’s Lover were deemed “obscene” for depicting female desire outside patriarchal norms. By the mid-20th century, paperback romances adorned with shirtless heroes (think Fabio rescuing a swooning heroine) dominated bookstore racks. These novels were dismissed as frivolous “chick lit,” relegated to the realm of harmless escapism. Yet they sold millions, offering women a rare space to claim ownership of their fantasies.

Fast-forward to today. Their spiritual successors—stories exploring BDSM, morally gray relationships, or trauma—face a more insidious suppression: algorithmic shadow-banning, deplatforming, and viral callout campaigns that frame readers as complicit in harm. The shift from physical book burnings to digital erasure reflects a new puritanism, one couched in progressive language but rooted in the same paternalism: “These ideas are too dangerous for you.” Platforms like TikTok, which amplify outrage for engagement, reduce complex narratives to soundbite controversies. A single trope—a mafia romance’s nonconventional relationship, a bully romance’s power imbalance—is stripped of context, becoming fodder for hashtag activism. Lost in this frenzy is the distinction between depiction and endorsement, between art and advocacy.

Critics of dark romance often argue, “These stories normalize abuse!” Yet this concern is selectively applied. 

Consider:

Male-Centric Media: Films like Fight Club (domestic terrorism, toxic masculinity) and The Sopranos (misogyny, murder) are analyzed as “complex art.” Video games like Grand Theft Auto let players enact mass violence, yet their audiences aren’t accused of glorifying crime.

Queer and Feminist Narratives: Stories by marginalized authors—e.g., Carmilla (lesbian vampirism) or Tampa (female predator tropes)—face disproportionate scrutiny. Their themes are pathologized, their audiences interrogated.

This double standard reveals a cultural discomfort with women and queer people claiming narrative autonomy. Dark romance, often written by and for women, subverts the “pure heroine” archetype, allowing characters—and readers—to explore rage, desire, and imperfection. To dismiss these stories as “toxic” is to deny women the right to messy, multifaceted representation.

Fiction is a laboratory for the human experience. Psychologists argue that dark themes in art serve as simulations, letting readers safely confront fears, taboos, or repressed emotions. A 2019 study in Psychology of Aesthetics found that readers of transgressive fiction often engage in more ethical reasoning, not less, as they analyze characters’ choices.

Consider the appeal of dark romance:

Agency in Restriction: Heroines navigating oppressive worlds (e.g., mafia romances) often reclaim power within constraints, mirroring real struggles against systemic misogyny.

Catharsis Through Hyperbole: Exaggerated tropes (obsessive love, revenge plots) externalize internalized emotions, offering emotional release.

Censoring such works doesn’t protect readers—it infantilizes them, implying they can’t separate fiction from reality.

History shows that censorship rarely stops at “protecting” audiences. Once normalized, it expands to suppress dissent:

1980s “Satanic Panic”: Moral crusades against Dungeons & Dragons and heavy metal music targeted countercultural communities.

2020s Book Bans: U.S. schools have banned texts like Gender Queer and The Hate U Give, conflating LGBTQ+ and anti-racist narratives with “obscenity.”

Calls to censor smut follow the same playbook: frame subjective discomfort as objective harm, then demand removal “for the greater good.” But who decides what’s “harmful”? Algorithms? Politicians? Corporations? Amazon’s arbitrary delisting of LGBTQ+ romance novels in 2021 (“content violations”) proves corporate censorship is already here—and it’s arbitrary.

To censor “smut” is to endorse a world where stories are policed by the timid, the authoritarian, or the algorithm. It undermines foundational principles:

Freedom of Literature: Art is not a public service announcement. It must be free to provoke, unsettle, and challenge.

Reader Autonomy: Trust adults to choose their media. Advocacy for content warnings and nuanced critique is valid; eradication is not.

Media Pluralism: A free society requires diverse narratives—including those deemed uncomfortable, “immoral,” or politically inconvenient.

The fight against censorship isn’t about defending specific tropes; it’s about resisting the idea that any story is “too dangerous” to exist. As Salman Rushdie wrote, “What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.” Let readers revel in their smut, their Shakespeare, their sapphic space operas. Let them dissect, debate, or devour stories without shame.

The alternative—a sanitized, homogeneous cultural landscape—is a far darker tale.

Defend the right to read. Defend the freedom to imagine. And never apologize for the stories that make us human.

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort

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Summary: In the aftermath of Detroit's android revolution, Nines grapples with the complexities of his newfound deviancy. As he seeks to establish his place in a newly transformed society, his resolve is put to the ultimate test when he is paired with Detective Gavin Reed-a notoriously volatile human with a well-established hatred for androids-to investigate a series of murders.

While initial impressions of his partner seem to suggest his reputation is well-deserved, the more time Nines spends with him, the more he is forced to challenge his judgments. As they form an unexpected bond, the RK900 is also pushed to examine truths about himself he would much rather seek to forget. (A Retelling of 'More Than Our Parts' from the POV of Nines.)

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 5.5K

Tag List: @sweeteatercat @wedonthaveawhile @gho-stychan @tentoriumcerebelli @negative-citadel @faxaway @moriahadi424 @unicorn4genocide @cptjh-arts

They arrived at Cedars Motel just after 9:30 a.m. The lobby was devoid of patrons, and its squalid conditions left little ambiguity as to why. It was the sort of establishment that would appeal only to the most desperate of passers-by—or those involved in illicit activities.

The owner was evidently aware of their target clientele. A digital touch display was mounted on a nearby wall, one of the few furnishings that appeared to have been purchased within the century. A roulette wheel spun on the screen, a blur of red and black, before transitioning into an image of two scantily clad women. They were locked in a provocative embrace, winking coyly at the camera.

The fluorescent pink of the advertisement clashed with the sallow yellows and browns that otherwise dominated the room. Nines muted the visual assault with a swift feedback adjustment, then turned his attention to the reception. Even the staff were reluctant to linger, with the front desk equally abandoned as the rest of the facility.

As he scanned the vicinity for a bell or buzzer, Reed wandered toward the digital display. With the urgency of a tourist on vacation, he dragged his fingers across a rack of magazines beneath it. This seemed an unlikely spot for their witness to hide, with it equally doubtful that any evidence would have been concealed there.

In a superficial attempt to 'inspect' something, the human pulled one of the publications from the shelf and brought it to his face. The calibre of material he had selected was no surprise. 

While the cover wasn't entirely in focus from Nines' current vantage, the bare skin and scarlet lace were unmistakable.

"Our perp sure has some refined taste…" Reed punctuated the remark with a snort, flicking to the next page. "Classy digs, don't you think?"

Nines held his tongue, desperate to point out that the current behaviour hardly proved any more refined.

Then, his systems alerted him to something: an unusual detail concerning the models his partner was shamelessly gawking at. The faultless smoothness of their skin, despite minimal photo editing and subtle flares of light which traced the contours of their temples.

> ENHANCING OPTICAL UNIT MAGNIFICATION…

> SCANNING DOCUMENTATION.

> SCAN COMPLETED. 

> PUBLICATION TITLE: ELECTRIC DREAMS — ISSUE NO. 226

> HEADLINE ARTICLE: 'Your girlfriend's jaw might get tired – but ours won't! - Why Android Sex Is Still The Best.'

It was curious that Reed had felt drawn to this particular publication, given the ample range of choice. One filled to the brim with artificial bodies—flawlessly manufactured to mimic intimacy, lust and satisfaction that was inherently false. 

Yet here Reed was, completely engrossed. His fascination with a dark-haired HR400 proved particularly pronounced, their already sparse wardrobe dwindling with every swipe of his finger. This continued until he was revealed in full, legs spread, striking a shamelessly evocative pose.

The detective made a low noise, somewhere between a hiss and a whistle. His vitals spiked, barrelling wildly out of control:

> ALERT

> RAPID BIOPHYSICAL SHIFT DETECTED 

> HEART RATE ESCALATION: 75 BPM → 115 BPM — TIME ELAPSED 2.7 SECONDS

It was clear that the admiration of his partner's physique had not been an isolated oddity. Reed found a certain allure—an excitement—in the temptation of something that should have repulsed him. Whether or not he consciously recognised this remained unclear. 

What was clear, however, was the gross inappropriateness of indulging in such material whilst on duty. The RK900 sought to correct this—on the slim chance that a customer might present themselves, witnessing the uncouth display.

"I would advise that you close your mouth, Detective." 

Reed's jaw, which had dropped a disconcerting distance from the rest of his face, promptly snapped shut. He glanced up at his partner, brows raised, protesting the interjection, "Are you seriously telling me to shut up? I hardly said anything."

"I wasn't suggesting that you 'shut up,' although it would certainly be a bonus if you chose to do so—I just fear you may have to pay for that item if you continue to soak it in your drool."

Irritation veered sharply into embarrassment. A faint flush crept up his cheeks as Reed hastily set the magazine aside, all but propelled from his hands. "Great. You've got jokes now. Just what I need." 

Sarcasm thickened every word, though Nines detected the faint twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth. Some part of him, however grudgingly, had found humour in the remark.

The enjoyment was fleeting, buried by discomfort. Reed rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he muttered, "Let's just find the owner of this dump and get the hell out of here…"

Nines tilted his head, a hum of consideration escaping him as he filed the response for future reference. Strategic flirtation could prove beneficial going forward—seeking to redirect wandering attention, keeping his partner in line...

Experimentation would have to wait. For now, Reed was correct. They had more pressing matters to attend to, not being helped by the owner's persisting absence. 

The desk remained empty, with the staff door behind it tightly sealed. Nines doubted the flimsy plywood had muffled any part of their discussion; fledgling impatience exacerbated as it occurred just how unsavoury their current conditions were. 

Beyond the unsightly furnishings, mildew and rot crept up the aged plastered walls. Running a finger across one, the surface crumbled, falling apart like rotten pastry. 

"I agree it would be best to limit your exposure to our current surroundings. There is a dangerous concentration of fungal spores in this room; it could be hazardous to your health."

Reed clicked his tongue. It was clear that he'd wanted to say something—perhaps relating to the myriad of toxins he routinely invited into his body—but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he directed his focus towards the reception. A hand emerged from his pocket, encouraging Nines to take the lead.

The android was unsure if the intention behind this had been affability or idleness. Nevertheless, he accepted, his primary objective taking precedence on his HUD:

> LOCATE CEDARS MOTEL OWNER. 

He made his approach, studying the desk more attentively. Overturning abandoned letters and leaflets, clearing a path through the expansive debris, until the dull yellow flicker of an overheard bulb caught against something metallic. Partially obscured beneath a pile of unpaid bills, a tarnished call bell caught his attention. It was so heavily weathered that Nines was surprised it produced any sound at all when pressed. 

A shrill chime sliced through the air, utterly useless in achieving its intended purpose. There was no sign of movement, and Nines might have considered the possibility that the proprietor had expired—if it hadn't been for the vital signs detectable through the wall.

He pressed the bell again, this time with greater force, in line with a firm verbal address. The RK900 hoped this might inspire a greater incentive to respond—while simultaneously assuring that they were not debt collectors:

"Detroit Police Department."

"Whoever's hiding back there, they're deaf," Reed complained. He reeled from the unpleasant sound, hands pressed to his ears. "That thing is loud as fuck."

As though responding to the criticism, the unseen figure stirred. Biophysical mapping tracked their movement to the closed passageway. A silence descended between the partners until, at last, the soft creak of the door revealed their witness.

An elderly man emerged, ambling aimlessly toward the desk. It soon became apparent that his arrival was coincidental—he seemed completely unaware of the officers idling mere feet away.

SCANNING SUBJECT…

SCAN COMPLETE.

ANDREWS, WALTER.

BORN: 05/11/1965 // REGISTERED BUSINESS OWNER — CEDARS MOTEL LTD.

CRIMINAL RECORD: NONE.

Andrews hummed absently under his breath, eyes scanning the cluttered desk without any clear direction. He shuffled around, brow furrowed in mild confusion, until he appeared to find what he was looking for—an empty mug, half-adhered to one of the many scattered documents.

As he tilted forward, Nines detected weak feedback pulses emanating from his ears. Upon closer inspection, the source was identified as twin devices nestled beneath tufts of overgrown hair:

HEARING AID(S).

COMPONENT BATTERY LOW — FUNCTIONALITY IMPAIRED.

As spindly fingers reached for the cup, Reed cleared his throat. His fist was brought dramatically to his mouth, with his elbow pointed outward. Sunken eyes lazily tracked the motion, their ashen grey magnified by a pair of thick glasses.

Andrews responded as though the officers had materialised out of thin air. He jerked back, clutching his chest in alarm before fumbling to regain his composure. Readjusting the collar of his moth-eaten pullover, his thin lips pulled into a wiry grin. 

"Apologies for the wait, sirs." His attention flitted meekly between Nines and Reed as he offered them each a cordial nod. "I must have dozed off…Are you looking for a room? I have a King Size left—great rates."

"Detroit Police Department," Nines repeated coldly, hoping the man would hear this time. "Officer RK900, Serial Number 313 248 317 - 87, and Detective Gavin Reed."

Andrews seemed put out by the forcefulness of his tone. He blinked slowly, bleary gaze absent of comprehension. There was a twitch of movement in his mouth, calling attention to the deep-set wrinkles in the corners.

Then he hummed as though to indicate he understood the situation.

"Oh, right, of course. Are you looking for a room...officers?"

He did not, still labouring under the assumption that he and his partner were prospective customers.

The assumption was brazen, bordering on insulting, and Reed appeared equally stunned. His eyes widened, belatedly grasping the full implication of what was happening.

Nines might have teased him—suggesting that they consider the offer later, should he feel so inclined—but the required humour promptly deserted him. He leaned across the desk, inches from the perspex security visor that bordered the counter. His badge was pulled from his pocket and pressed to the barrier with an authoritative thud.

"Mr. Walter Andrews, your assessment of this situation is deeply misguided. We have no interest in a room. We are here on professional matters."

The hotelier's strained smile vanished, wiped cleanly from his face as his sallow complexion deepened. Desperately, he scrambled to mitigate the fallout of his mistake. 

"I-I'm very sorry to have caused offence! I thought perhaps you were doing a role-play and wanted me to go along with it. It happens more often than you'd—I didn't actually think you were—"

Fortunately, the android was not made to interrupt the blathering. It was unclear how much more scrutiny the man's weak constitution could bear. His partner took charge, stepping forward with a huff of exasperation.

"TMI, buddy." He joined Nines by the perspex divider, offering Andrews an out with a smooth redirection. "We want to know if anyone suspicious checked in on the night of January 13th—think you can help us with that?"

Andrews seemed relieved, swallowing a nervous breath that had lodged in his throat. He ran a hand distractedly over the unkempt stubble on his chin as he tried to recall the date in question.

"Well, most folks who check in here are a little... suspicious," he muttered, his tone shifting back to apprehension as a spike in his heart rate betrayed his unease. "Nothing illegal, mind you! Drunk businessmen, ladies of the night...that sort of thing."

> WITNESS PROFILE UPDATING…

> ANDREWS, WALTER.

> CRIMINAL RECORD: NONE. 

> MAINTAINING PREMISES FOR CRIMINAL ACTIVITY (SUSPECTED)—FURTHER INVESTIGATION REQUIRED.

"Prostitution is not permissible in Michigan, so the arrangements you have described are indeed illegal." Nines dismissed the witness summary from his HUD, optical units refocusing. "Not that it is of immediate concern. The individual we are looking for would have been alone. Do you have any check-in records that we may review?"

"Well, yes, of course, I do…but I wouldn't usually share them. Customer confidentiality and all."

It seemed convenient that Andrews was now concerned with legal technicalities. 

His thumping pulse rate continued to escalate as he made a superficial adjustment to his eyewear. "Mind telling me what this is about, officers?"

"It concerns a homicide," the RK900 informed. "This information may be critical in assisting our investigation. Your cooperation is appreciated."

"Homicide? As in murder?" The man spluttered. His hoarse tone raised several octaves, cracking unpleasantly, as he clutched at the front of his stained sweater. "I haven't heard anything about that. Is it public knowledge?"

"The story has been broadcasted on several networks."

"Was it a man? A woman? God, my niece Julie would've been out that day. She's only eighteen and such a dainty thing. It just kills me to think that something might have happened—"

The inane drivel grated against his acoustic modulators. Had the man not been so visibly frail—and the divider not present—the RK900 may have felt inclined to throttle him.

"Mr. Andrews." 

"I'm looking at a screen most days and nights. Except when checking guests in—or driving Julie home—"

That said, the flimsy plastic hardly provided any real protection. The android was confident that he'd have no issues scaling past it.

Or breaking through.

"—She helps out with the cleaning on Fridays, you see. I would think I would have heard if something like that had—" 

"It was an android." Nines interrupted, resisting his more violent inclinations in favour of raising his voice. "The records, please."

The torrent of verbal excrement halted. Andrews' attitude had shifted, the mania tapering as tension eased from his hunched shoulders. He spoke with an airy quality, almost like a sigh, as though the added context brought tremendous relief. "Oh, oh yes, that's—"

Then, trepidation returned to his eyes as they met with a disapproving glower. It seemed to dawn on him that this stance may have been ill-advised when addressing this particular officer.

"W-Well…that's a shame, isn't it?" he quickly backpedalled, his lips sputtering like a faulty motor. "I mean… It's very…"

His words trailed off, the stench of uncertainty mingling with the room's heady must. His gaze flitted desperately to Reed, silently pleading for support.

The detective ignored him, staring fixedly at the cork noticeboard above his head.

"���Sad," Andrews finished weakly. 

He then turned to busy himself, hobbling along his workstation and sifting through mountainous piles of junk. Eventually, he craned to reach something haphazardly propped on a stack of boxes—a leather-bound ledger with a bent spine, the word 'Guests' embossed in neat script on its cover.

He wiped it with the back of his loosely draped sleeve, brushing off some residual grime before sliding it beneath the plastic partition to the android.

Nines yanked it roughly towards him, prying it from the tips of outstretched fingers. He set it on the desk and started flipping through the pages. Must and dirt filled his nostrils, intensifying the further he progressed—until he halted at entries relevant to their investigation.

He analysed the check-ins, isolating those that aligned most closely with their developing timeline of events. Unsurprisingly, many of the names appeared aliases, as cross-checking local housing databases yielded few results.

Handwriting samples were equally unhelpful. Their culprit had gone to great lengths to disguise his penmanship, with none of the writing resembling the threatening messages at the crime scenes.

The RK900 leaned closer, studying every scrawl and ink blot in meticulous detail, willing them to reveal something. Given their target's penchant for riddles—and taunting law enforcement—it was almost certain he had left them a message: 

> ACCESSING SUSPECT PROFILE

> SEARCH PARAMETERS: COMMUNICATION PATTERNS. 

> ANALYSING…

> LINK(S) ESTABLISHED: MORALISTIC EXTREMISM — ASSERTION OF TRADITIONAL IDEALS — RELIGIOUS/SPIRITUAL REFERENCES. 

He placed these criteria at one end of his neural pathway as he sought to establish the next point of deduction. Assembling the scattered fragments of his reasoning into something sensical.

> KNOWN ALIASES — THOD GRAWS. 

> ASSESSING FOR HIDDEN CODES AND MEANING...

> DETERMINING POSSIBLE SYSTEMS.

> PROBABLE RESULTS:

> ANAGRAM, CAESAR CIPHER — USAGE: COMMON IN ENCODED COMMUNICATIONS.

> APPLYING SEARCH CRITERIA 1...

> GENERATING RESULTS

In the background, he was vaguely attuned to Andrews and Reed conversing, though the details escaped him. The letters shifted in multiple directions, ordered and reordered in rapid succession. They became a frenzied blur of movement as results tallied on the right-hand side of his optics:

> GHOST WARD.

> WART HOGS.

> DAGS THROW.

This continued until one in particular struck as significant—connecting seamlessly to the established criteria—and he promptly suspended the search.

> GODS WRATH. 

He stared at the phrase. The neat diagnostic typeface gnawed at his thoughts, filling him with a complex mixture of hopefulness and foreboding. 

Dismissing all superfluous data from his conscious view, he redirected his focus back to the book in front of him. Its blotched, yellowed pages were now perceived through a new lens of clarity, the threads of logic weaving together as he repeated the same deductive process.

The name practically leapt from the page, its letters joining those that swarmed like locusts in the enclaves of his mind:

> HANS STIVER.

Nines recorded a snapshot of the text, storing it with the rest of their evidence before pulling back sharply. 

"He was here."

The motion startled Reed, and it took a moment for him to process the words. As their meaning sank in, the defensive tension drained from his shoulders. 

"...You're kidding me." He lunged forward, palms slapped onto either side of the sign-in book. "This guy was seriously dense enough to use 'Thod Graws' in two different places?"

"He didn't use the same name," Nines clarified, noting the confusion knitting between the human's brows the longer he squinted at the pages. "But he may as well have done."

He then looked to Andrews, who appeared dismayed to be the renewed centre of attention. The RK dismissed this, pressing a finger to the guestbook and urging him to look. 

"Do you remember this man?"

Reluctant to argue, the hotelier leaned forward, obediently studying the page. It was a struggle, given his already impaired eyesight, exacerbated by the numerous spots of grime on the perspex. 

"Who, Hans?" he asked pensively, his mouth curled into a frown. "He was a strange one. I couldn't get two words out of him. Paid with cash and went straight to his room." 

"Do you remember what he looked like? This may be of crucial importance. I implore you to think carefully."

"It was raining that night. He came in wearing a hood and refused to pull it down…" Andrews' lips pulled inwards, although Nines was confident he'd heard some muttered beratement about 'the youth of today.' 

"I asked if he had an ID, but he said he'd left it at home—I never got a good look at his face."

Emerging optimism strained as the android encountered an impasse. He searched for a way around it, adapting his approach to draw whatever he could from the spotty witness account:

> ACCESSING CASE EVIDENCE...

Images blossomed in his peripherals, creeping forward until they formed a scrolling banner across his visual scope. He studied them closely, searching for potential identifiers that might jog Andrews' memory…

Reed was faster, gleefully seizing the opportunity to outpace him. His tone carried preemptive confidence as if he already knew the answer:

"Let me guess. He was wearing a black raincoat?" 

Andrews reeled back, his bulging eyes and gaping mouth speaking volumes about the accuracy of this assessment. "W-Well, yes, actually, I believe so—but how did you—"

"Psychic," The detective quipped before retrieving a tattered notebook from his jacket. 

Flipping through the pages, he passed through droves of illegible scrawlings and crude sketches until he landed on a blank sheet. Fishing a well-chewed pen from the ring binds, he poised to take a statement.

"Who was on the desk the following morning? Anyone who might have seen him check out?"

The initiative had been unexpected—and was not strictly unnecessary, given the RK's ability to record and transcribe audio feedback in real-time. Nonetheless, he allowed Reed to proceed, indulging in his perceived victory.

He listened along, prepared to field any gaps in the account:

"Well, I was here all day, but…" Andrews faltered, cheeks tinged with embarrassment. Slowly, he gestured to a small metal panel mounted on the far wall, a slot cut in the centre. "I have a drop box for early morning checkouts. Got to sleep sometime, you know?"

> ANDREWS DID NOT SEE THE SUSPECT LEAVE.

> RECALCULATING APPROACH…

> SUGGESTION: ESTABLISH OTHER POSSIBLE WITNESSES.

"Does anybody else work here, or is it just you?" Reed asked, surprisingly in sync with Nines' own neural processes.

"I mean, there's Julie. I did tell you about Julie, right?"

No words passed between the partners, though the android could sense a mutual disdain developing for the tangent.

"She's a lovely girl, always helping me out, going to college in September. Sharp as a tack, that one. I could ask if maybe she saw—"

Reed was the first to break. He shoved the notebook back into his pocket with a groan, mostly unused. "You know what? Never mind…"

Nines resumed the lead, reluctant to leave empty-handed after the profound feat of mental endurance that had carried them this far.

"Would you have any CCTV records from the night in question?" 

"Well, I've got the camera up there…" Andrews gestured to the corner of the room with a weak flourish that failed to inspire confidence. "But it's grainy as sin. You can't make out anything but blurs and squiggles. I'm not sure what good it'll be."

"Regardless of its quality, a copy of the footage would be appreciated." Nines straightened his back authoritatively, eager to conclude the mind-numbing exchange. "We can analyse it ourselves to determine its usefulness."

"Well, I wouldn't know how to make a copy, but I can give it a go…never got to grips with this newfangled technology. If you ask me, it just makes everything more confusing."

Nines hummed, glossing over what could have easily been taken as another insult. It seemed pointless, seeking to educate a man teetering on the brink of senile dementia. Instead, he lifted his hand, retracting the skin to expose the chassis beneath—a quiet demonstration of what, precisely, his 'newfangled technology' was capable of.

"If you could show me to the hub, I will be able to download the data myself."

"Oh, right, yes, I forgot that you—uh—" Andrews fumbled, reassessing his words before he said anything else potentially contentious. Or got himself arrested. "That androids could do that."

With a stiff nod, he opened the bolted gate beside the desk and slid it back obligingly.

"This way, please."

While he had hoped Andrews' assessment was a consequence of technological ineptitude, the man had proved frustratingly correct. Nines reviewed the security footage as they stepped onto the street but found himself unable to decipher anything but mangled contortions of pixels.

"So much for a quick in and out," Reed complained, groaning loudly. "If I had to listen to another word about 'lovely Julie,' I was going to blow my brains out."

Nines huffed at the theatrics, his amusement growing as he watched Reed recoil from the cold. His chin was buried in his jacket, nose peeking over the zipper. 

"Perhaps you were too dismissive—this Julie could have been a valuable witness."

"That seems pretty unlikely." 

"I don't know, Detective. I hear she's rather sharp."

Then Reed's irritation faltered. He leaned back, exhaling a rogue chuckle into the air, the sound carrying like smoke until it vanished. 

"Seriously, did you download a sense of humour? Because you are full of them today."

"Nothing I have said has been in jest," the RK countered. It was a selective truth, punctuated by a light shrug. "I am simply being transparent."

"Surprised you didn't rip that guy a new one the second he started spewing useless bullshit. I thought you were designed to intimidate."

> Do not be mistaken, Detective. I was highly tempted. 

He relented from vocalising this particular cognitive strand, maintaining an appropriate degree of professionalism. "I was designed to intimidate criminals, not harass civilians. Well, that, and also to—"

His voice was claimed from him.

Its absence was jarring and unceremonious as the world around them was plunged into darkness.

Nightfall had arrived without warning, and Nines was forced to scramble through it, unable to see anything ahead. Then, like the beam of a torch, a set of large, fearful eyes cut through the shadows.

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Blue.

It flooded his sightless gaze—a chaotic kaleidoscope of pixels—until it coagulated and dripped in thick, viscous lines down his hands.

The liquid slipped from his splayed fingers, pooling at his feet, dripping until each trace was gone, and the puddles faded from view.

Invisible to all who looked, but with stains that permeated his skin. Remaining there forever, visible only to him.

"...Nines…?"

A flash of light and day returned. The android reeled back, clutching his temple, blinking in the harsh winter sun.

Reed was staring at him, his hand offering some protection from the oppressive rays as it waved inches from his face.

"You're not glitching on me, are you?"

The lingering tendrils of his nightmare taunted him. Skating across his arms and legs, threatening to tighten their hold and drag him back into the void.

Then they receded, and he was safe—for now—able to press ahead.

"I am not," he lied evenly, hoping his performance indicator would not betray him. "My diagnostics indicate that I am functioning normally."

"Right," Reed spoke flatly, his tone brimming with scepticism. 

For a moment, it seemed he might relent, allowing the matter to rest. This was before he proved steadfast in his commitment to privacy invasion.

"...Are you sure? You're acting twitchy."

"If I were experiencing a fault that may inhibit this investigation, I would certainly be aware of it." 

Even with the efforts to conceal his deceit, Nines couldn't hide the spidering cracks in his facade—ones that Reed pounced on with irritating precision.

Perhaps it was juvenile to bemoan this ability, given the man's profession, but Nines couldn't bring himself to care. His priority was ending the unwelcome scrutiny as quickly as possible.

"Perhaps it is best we focus on that rather than the intricacies of my program, which I can assure are beyond your comprehension."

Reed hissed through his teeth, the sound teetering between offence and mockery. "Jesus, okay, touchy much?" 

The RK900 refused to dignify this with a response. He trusted his partner must have retained some of what had been discussed the previous day—the limitations of his program, including his scant tolerance for matters he did not wish to discuss.

Reed ultimately relented. He kicked a loose pebble across the sidewalk, scowling bitterly—a petulant child who had failed to get his way. 

"Fine. If you wanna talk business, what did you mean when you said our guy 'may as well' have used the same name? Because I checked those sign-ins, and I didn't see anything close to 'Thod Graws.'"

"Our culprit is fond of codes." Nines' attention flitted briefly to the data he had collated in the motel before returning to his partner. "His preferred method for alias generation appears to be anagrams. When reordered, Thod Graws translates to God's Wrath. This new name, Hans Stiver, has similar connotations."

Reed frowned, pausing to retrieve his forgotten notebook. With a grunt, he scrawled out the name. His brow furrowed as he bent over the page, letters scratched out and reordered, frustration simmering beneath his focus.

Minutes passed before his posture stiffened. His hunched shoulders snapped straight as a spark of realisation lit up his ruminative gaze.

"Holy shit, you're right."

The confirmation wasn't necessary. Nines had run multiple self-tests to finalise his computation. Still, a small sense of satisfaction came from having his findings validated.

"Your computer brain got anything for that gibberish from the other day?" Reed asked, lifting his eyes from the papers, genuinely curious. "The weird binary shit?"

"It wasn't binary. Had it been, I would have deciphered it instantaneously—" 

Nines fought to maintain his composure, but hints of resentment slipped through. Heat crept across his face as his core temperature steadily rose.

"Truthfully, I'm unsure of the system used. While I possess advanced deductive capabilities, code decryption is not one of my primary functions. An oversight on Cyberlife's part, perhaps."

"Yeah, I'll say. What kind of detective bot doesn't have a built-in code breaker?"

The comment tightened his jaw, far from appreciative of Reed's decision to 'kick him' while he was down.

"At any rate," Nines continued, voice levelling back to its usual neutrality, "it may take me a little longer, but I'm confident I'll crack it soon."

"We can definitely add 'religious nutjob' to the suspect profile, anyway. Hell of a lot else we've got to go on…"

The RK900 refrained from mentioning he had already done this, not wishing to jeopardise his partner's burgeoning interest. 

"I wouldn't suggest that we have nothing." 

The assurance was ineffective, the scowl etched on the man's face deepening significantly. "What are you, fucking high?"

"I am incapable of getting high. They have yet to replicate the effects of human narcotics on androids. Although I hear Thirium-based alcohol is—"

"You knew what I meant, jackass," Reed challenged coldly. "Just face it—we've got no DNA, no reliable witnesses, and no more leads. Unless that footage is of the killer holding up a signed confession, this feels like another dead end."

The android bristled, mirroring the man's sour expression, as he was faced with the looming possibility he might be correct. 

It was doubtful further analysis would draw anything salvageable from the footage. That being said, while tracing the killer's call had yielded little results, the data presented could still prove beneficial in guiding their movements. A different approach would be needed.

Nines considered the events that had predated the phone call: where their culprit may have been before checking into Cedars and whether retracing those steps could reveal anything new.

As he assessed the TSU transmission for any overlooked details, his attention shifted to the surrounding buildings. Among the drab streetscape, a shock of red drew his focus. Formed in bold lettering on a weathered storefront:

> MIKEY'S PHONES AND ELECTRONICS.

He was pulled from his analysis, the discovery sparking a new hypothesis. Their trip, it seemed, had not been wasted—having brought them to what might be their next significant lead.

"Perhaps not," he concluded, a satisfied quirk tugging his lips. "We can assume that our culprit used a burner phone when they arranged the HR400's services. He would have needed to purchase the SIM somewhere, as well as the phone itself—how convenient that a store nearby could provide him exactly what he was looking for."

As Reed followed the explanation, his gaze drifted to align with his partner's. Upon catching sight of the storefront, he received the information with far greater scepticism. 

"Detroit is a big fucking city," he said bluntly. "Our perp could've bought that SIM from anywhere. Even if we had a hunch, we'd have no way of tracing it. Thing is probably long gone." 

"Maybe so, but the log collected from the suspect's call provided more than a location—

The phone used was a 2013 Samsung S3. If it so happens that a phone of that model was purchased in that store, with a prepaid SIM included, in the days before the murder..."

"...It would seem like one hell of a tidy coincidence," Reed grunted, begrudgingly conceding the point. "Alright, tin-can, I'll bite. But if you're wrong about this, I'll fucking dismantle you."

"Duly noted." The smirk tugging his lips grew before it was suppressed. It occurred that their current opportunity ought to be seized promptly, lest it slip from their fingers.

"I suggest we act quickly. We have failed to check in with the Captain for quite some time. No doubt he'll wish to receive an update." 

[catboytenya]

Genuinely curious because I've seen a few other people criticize Snake Discovery recently, where are they falling short with reptile husbandry?

I've never kept reptiles so obviously there's a lot I don't know, but the comments I've read so far basically boil down to the enclosures being too small and that they shouldn't have kept Rex, their alligator. Would you agree with that? Are there other things you'd mention?

I'd love some insight considering SD was my main introduction to the reptile community, and if they're spreading misinformation, it would be good to know. Especially since they're making a lot of money from their merch/patreon

there's a lot more people who can say things a lot more eloquently than i can and with a lot more studies to back it up, at the end of the day i'm simply a BNHA blog with a passion for animal husbandry and his own desire to breed snakes in the future, wheremyscalesslither has a few wonderful posts on the topic, disclaimer my post is going to be very angry but i am not angry at you i am angry at her and her stupid youtube channel and her stupid zoo. i also used to watch her religiously, and then i started doing my own research in preparation for my own snake and i learned she sucks fucking ass!

but i have a lot of issues with her, including the fact she uses the rack system (which will NEVER not be abusive. full stop.) they are never big enough, they never have proper heating and lighting, and they'll never have the proper enrichment. you NEED vertical space for every single fucking snake, including ones that you don't think as the type to climb! my kenyan sand boa, a burrowing species, is actively, right now, as i type this, scaling one of his fake plants.

her enclosures ARE too small and she should not have kept rex, much less bring her out in public, mouth not bound, multiple times!!

that "zoo" is a disgrace for sooo many reasons and every time i try to find proof on if it's aza accredited or not i can't find a single mention of it. but, my biggest thing specifically is rex's enclosure in there. it's so fucking small. there's no place for her to hide. the "pool" in there is so fucking tiny. not to mention the fucking tube to let children look at her up close and bang on the glass. and again. no place for her to hide. at all. that's no fucking way a wild animal should live.

also there's an entire conversation to be had about her little science experiment for sympathy points on that poor garter snake that she force fed until it died that should have been culled humanely the second he was found with his fucking face lobbed off. he was not thriving and he was barely surviving.

also i don't like how she has that fucking "oh everyone loses snakes in their house sometimes!1!1!1!111!!!!" whenever she loses a snake. that's not fucking a good thing to tell your viewers that are thinking about getting into the reptile community. "oh it's normal if your snake gets out!! it happens to everyone" NO IT DOESN'T. if you're using proper tanks made for reptiles with the proper locks and you're being careful with them and checking on them, no, you will never lose a snake in your house. she just wants you to think it's normal so you don't stop to go "wait. how many snakes did you lose and never find? that either died or are now loose in the wild?"

also the fact she breeds scaleless snakes. no, it's not okay just because they still have their belly scutes. those scales protect their entire body. the only safe way to keep a scaleless snake is to have nothing in their enclosure so they don't hurt themself. and that's no life to live.

also, cutting open the eggs. you should not do that. you should never do that. "oh but what if it doesn't have an egg tooth" THEN YOU SHOULD LET IT DIE AND NOT ADD THAT GENE TO THE GENE POOL. SORRY FOR BEING BLUNT! BUT THAT'S NATURAL SELECTION! yea lemme breed this animal that's missing something that it needs to hatch, so that all their babies do not have it and need to be cut out of their eggs too. do you fucking HEAR yourself!!

she's also, from the last time i watched her, friends with people who breed harmful morphs, such a spider morphs, which doesn't come as a surprise, because of the scaleless topic from earlier

she also support and encourages inbreeding, saying that it's safe in reptiles. it is not. the reason inbreeding is bad in ANY animal is if an animal has an unknown, but genetic, harmful, and recessive gene, inbreeding will make that gene more likely to pop up in offspring. this happens in reptiles as well, she just refuses to acknowledge it because she's breeding pretty snakes without caring about their health.

tldr: she is money first, popularity second, fame third, and alllll the way at the bottom near like. 500th. all the way last. is animal health and welfare.

[badbatchsprincess]

The Nexu - OC x Hunter Bad Batch

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Warnings: S!ex, Violence, threats of SA, Drugs, Strippers, Torture… but in like a hot way. Hunter’s a tough nut to crack. Hurt and comfort? Comfort fuck? Idk… Lots of torture.... my bad... idk where this came from honestly

Soooo I saw a piece of fanart of Hunter chained up and this was born… 11k words later omg. This is also inspired by “Lioness” the show. I was trying to figure out a scene and suddenly I found myself entirely inspired by the show… so enjoy chained up Hunter. Teehee. 

Binx was on her third rotation with the boys. She had been assigned to them at the beginning of the war when they had just been mere shinies. Binx’s job was a bit different from theirs though. She is what the GAR calls a “Nexu”. She was specially selected from their civilian volunteer pool to enter the top secret sector for female soldiers. She was trained brutally and efficiently to become the secret weapon of the GAR. These Nexu’s are then placed within special battalions. Usually special ops ones, just like the 99’s, where their true talents can flourish. 

For better or worse description, Binx is a spy and a soldier. She may not look the part of a solider, but she is one. Her job is to exploit her feminine attributes to gather intel, infiltrate, and destroy their enemies. She can get into places the boys can’t and she has been a valuable asset to the 99’s for years now. 

Binx felt right at home with the 99’s. It didn’t take long for them to warm up to her either, even Crosshair liked her pretty off the bat. He claims it was her reluctance to letting him get under her skin. He’s actually her closest comrade. Those two love to just sit in silence together like two judgmental peas in a pod. 

Binx shook out her wet hair, placing her towel on the drying rack and threw on one of Wrecker’s t-shirts before feeling Crosshair’s flick on the back of head signaling her to follow. She trotted after him smelling the ration packs steaming from the galley. 

“Long day at work, hun?” Binx snarked at Hunter who was nearly slumped over his food. He just snarled and continued eating his food making Binx smirk. She knew he was tired, getting off his watch shift. The six of them had been in hyperspace for early 48 hours at his point and the six hour shifts were starting to get dry. 

Binx filled a cup of caff and set it in front of the Seargent to took it with a grumbly thank you. She couldn’t help but admire his rippling arm muscles, he must have been doing some training while on watch and it made the Nexu’s blood start to pump.

Meanwhile, Wrecker was chowing down voraciously while Echo passed Binx her dinner. She took it gratefully along with a clean spork and dug in herself. She willed herself to focus on her dinner instead of Hunter’s glistening skin.

Crosshairs perched next to the fold out table on one of the weapon’s crates while he ate. The last to supper was Tech, who was busy tapping away on his data pad. 

Then there was the dreaded ding from the center console. 

Hunter audibly groaned… another mission.

The others understood his frustration. They had been on back to back assignments for nearly 3 standard months. Everyone was tired, and not just Hunter. 

Hunter got up to answer the holo. 

It was Commander Cody. 

Everyone stood at attention. 

“Commander.” Hunter nodded. 

“Sergeant. Sorry to disturb you, I know you’re on your way back to base. However, we have an urgent assignment that we fear only CF99 could tackle.” 

“What is this assignment Commander?” Hunter’s interest was peaked at least. 

“I’m transferring the files over now. But you should know, our men have been having issues on the front lines with our machinery no longer working. Starships falling out of the sky, weapon systems shutting down… we cannot fight against this technology and we need you all to find who is selling the separatists this system. It’s imperative we stop this threat if we want progress on the front lines.” 

“I have received the file,” Tech pushed up his goggles, “It says here you want us to go to Cantonica?” 

“Isn’t that the aristocrat planet?” Binx chimed in. 

Cody cleared his voice, “Another Nexu brought us that information. Her and her team tracked the deal all the way back to Cantonica. She’ll be waiting for your Nexu for the next steps. We believe it would be smartest to have the two work on this assignment.” 

Hunter stepped forwards, “Wait, You want to borrow my Nexu for a solo mission?” 

Binx noticed the protective stance the Sergeant took putting himself slightly between her and the Commander’s holo. She felt her stomach fluttered at his use of “my”… the possession in his tone wasn’t helping her racing heart.

“Binx doesn’t go anywhere without us.” Hunter growled.

Cody sighed, “I understand your concern Sergeant, but in this case it might be the only way… The arms dealer is… an exotic club owner.” The commander looked like he’s rather kick rocks than have his conversation.

“Exotic?” Wrecker asked testing the word out on his tongue. 

“Strip club, hun.” Binx patted his arm. 

Wrecker’s cheeks flushed a vibrant red making Binx giggle. 

“Absolutely not.” Hunter crossed his arms. 

“Sergeant, I’ll be okay. I was trained for assignments just like this.” Binx sauntered over towards her commanding officer, “And I wont be alone. There will be another just like me.” 

Hunter took a few steading breaths before finally conceding, “Fine, but if anything goes wrong Commander…” He pointed a finger at Cody. 

Cody just nodded ignoring the slight threat, “I expect you all to report in, in zero six hundred.” 

“Understood.” Hunter ended the call. 

Everyone just stood there in bated silence waiting for Hunter to say something. 

He looked up at Binx, “You’re not going alone. Crosshair will pose as your body guard.” 

That was a decent compromise. 

Binx nodded and looked to Crosshair, “Does that work for you Cross?” 

He nodded. 

Okay then, it was settled. 

~

“I don’t know if I should go with the gold and yellow? Or the Silver and blue?” Binx held up two sets of Huttanese style outfits. 

Her entire GAR issued disguise closet was sprawled out over the floor including endless amounts of scantily made lingerie, leather, harnesses, club dresses, heels, jewelry, and cosmetics. 

Crosshair picked up a red g-string, using it as a slingshot to hit Echo, who was staring at the Nexu with pinked cheeks. 

Echo smacked it away snarling at Crosshair. 

“I don’t know if we’re qualified to answer that.” Hunter was leaning against the galley wall trying to fight his body’s reaction to seeing all of these things and all the places it was leading his mind. 

In near unison, all the boys then answered, “..Gold…” 

He was flummoxed looking at his squad as Binx stood up to change. 

Once Binx was gone Crosshair sauntered over to his brother, “You need to relax. Your little girlfriend won’t get hurt.” 

Hunter was taken aback, “She’s not my girlfriend.” 

“But you wish she was.” Crosshair smirked, “She’s a Nexu Hunter, she’s literally a pro at this seduction thing. You don’t think she notices the possessiveness earlier with Cody?” 

“I don’t have feelings for her.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed.

“Mhmm.” Crosshair wasn’t fooled. He saw the way Hunter always watched Binx on missions. He also hated it every single time Binx was sent in to flirt with random males, it nearly drove his older brother up a wall, “And Wrecker can say no to treats. Seems like we’re all lying to our selves.” 

“Stow it Cross.” 

Crosshair smirked and sauntered off like a loth cat. He loved stirring the pot.

When Binx returned, Hunter’s heart nearly gave out. 

She stood there nearly naked with nothing but a gold metal bra on, and a dangerously low hanging pair of gold panties with vibrant yellow panels keeping her barely covered. 

Hunter had to force himself to swallow thickly before he fainted. 

“Damn, Binx.” Crosshair tossed a pair of matching heels in her direction, “You should wear this more often.” 

“Yeah you’d like that huh, corporal?” She flirted back playfully. 

Crosshair crossed his arms raising a brow, “Oh yes…” 

Binx just rolled her eyes with a smile not noticing the way Hunter was vibrating with jealousy across the room.  

Hunter’s hands fisted painfully as he stared down Crosshair. How dare he… 

The rest of the group went over the game plan two more times making sure everyone had the fine details memorized as Binx finished dup the final touches of her persona. She curled her lengthy hair, applied sultry dark makeup, and added sparkles all over her body. The look was finished with a pair of thigh high stockings and a matching garter to go along with her gold heels. 

She grabbed a luxurious fur coat that she covered up with until they could get to the club. 

“It’s remarkable how much work females put into personal grooming.” Tech watched with amazement at the transformation happening in front of him. 

“I like the sparkles.” Wrecker said watching with as much interest, “Looks like the night sky.” 

“Echo, toss me that perfume!” Binx pointed to the small bottle next to her costume trunk. 

“Sorry Sarge, this might bother you.” She replied. 

Hunter just nodded, walking away into the cockpit. 

Binx began to spray the scent all over her skin. 

“What’s kind of perfume is that? I’ve never seen a bottle like that before?” Tech asked. 

“It’s actually a pheromone spray, it helps attracts males.” Binx replied, “GAR gives it to Nexu’s for our work. Makes them stupid.” 

“Fascinating.” Tech was taking notes surely wanting to study the chemical components. 

Echo leaned forwards sniffing suspiciously. Then Wrecker nearly shoved his nose into Binx’s neck, “Smells good… like candy.” 

“I smell spices.” Echo shook his head. 

“I smell blaster oil.” Crosshair sniffed the bottle. 

“How strange.” Tech examined the concoction, “it affects everyone differently.” 

“Magic.” Binx laughed, “How much sooner till we land? I feel bad making Hunter suffer with the smells.” 

“Oh he wont mind.” Crosshair replied fiddling with his toothpick. 

Binx nodded obliviously, “Okay good.” 

Crosshair smirked. 

“One hour.” Tech filled in. 

~

“You look sharp Cross.” Binx adjusted Crosshair’s tie making sure the knots were tied correctly. Tech had watched several tutorials. 

“I’ve never worn a suit before.” He tugged at the sleeve cuffs. 

“Not as good mobility, it will taking a bit to get used to.” Tech replied. 

“You can hide a pistol here.” Binx stepped forwards tucking the weapon into his belt, “Most pimps usually have some sort of weapon on them, they wont stop you at the door if you have the credentials.” 

“Civs carry them in their belts like that?” Echo asked scrutinizing the placement. 

Binx chuckled, “Yeah, they think it makes them look cool.” 

“Terrible blaster safety.” Tech shook his head. 

Binx giggled. 

She turned to Hunter, “We’re ready Sarge.”

He nodded gathering their supplied and hitting the hatch. 

Binx was grabbing the last of her things including her purse of gadgets when Hunter suddenly grabbed her arm, “I want you to be careful. I’m getting a bad feeling about this.” 

Binx took a moment to look him thoughtfully in the eyes, “You know I’ll be safe. I always am.” 

He sighed and nodded knowing she was right. He’s known her for most of his life now. He knows she doesn’t make mistakes. But he still couldn’t shake the feeling like this was wrong. 

“I don’t like you being a lone wolf.” Hunter whispered. 

“Hunter,” Binx placed a warm hand on his armored chest plate, “I’m not alone, I’m meeting another Nexu, and Crosshair will be with me. He’ll protect me and then you guys will all be on standby not far away. We’ve been in way worse positions.” 

Hunter again knew she was right. He closed his eyes for just a brief second before forcing himself to release her arm and step back to let her pass. She dragged her hand across his armor as she walked by trying to give him reassurance of her safety. 

It didn’t… Hunter still had a pit in his stomach over the whole thing.

Once they made it to the club, the squad broke off, leaving Crosshair and Binx to que up at the back entrance to the club. 

This part of Canto Bight was different from the main street. It was a little darker and seemed to be filled with more deviant activity. Gambling, strip clubs, fight clubs… this seemed to the be the “underground” for the rich and wealthy. 

“You remember the plan?” Crosshair asked one final time grabbing his forged credentials. 

“You and I scope out the building, I map the club and meet up with the Nexu and distract the dealer. You let the others in so they can get the data drive and then we dip.” 

“Bonus points if we snipe the arms dealer.” He said sarcastically. 

“I like your style.” She smiled. 

Crosshair scanned his credentials and they were both let inside. Once thought the door, Binx stripped off the lush fur coat revealing her “working” outfit. Crosshair took the coat and looped it over his arm before leading her further inside. They walked through hallways filled with females in various states of undress and men yelling and laughing as they drank the night away. 

“I wont be able to com you, so meet me back here in one hour.” Binx touched Crosshair’s hand before slinking off into the crowd. He watched her disappear and transform into her alter ego. It was mesmerizing to watch as she sashayed through the club taking on this persona and interacting with all of the patrons and members like she’s worked there for ten years. 

“She’s in.” Crosshairs combed to the others who responded with a confirmation. 

~

Binx found herself sat in a pretty central booth squished between to boisterous patrons who begged for her good luck while they played a round of sabbac. 

Binx’s giggles were interrupted when a woman approached the table with a charming smile, “Raya, your shifts almost up!” 

The Nexu. 

Binx smiled and moved to get up but she was firmly planted on the lap of the man to her right, “Ahh just a little longer sweetheart? We have one more round!” 

“Awh,” Binx ran her fingers down his chin and jawbone, “I’ll be right back baby, don’t worry.” 

He let her go and she left with a wave and a smile before linking arms with the strange girl. 

They walked back towards the dressing rooms before disappearing down an abandoned hallway. 

“I was hoping you were her.” She replied turning into an abandoned supply closet. 

Raya was the codeword they were all given in training to use to identify one another without having to share real names. Binx never knew her sisters in the agency. She was instructed not to know one another. It was all apart of the safety precautions the GAR took to keep them all alive.

“I haven’t ever seen you here before so I took the risk.” She said. 

“How long have you been here?” Binx asked. 

“Nearly a month. My men have been stationed here secretly to monitor the arms manufacturers and report back to the chancellor.” 

“Do you have the data chip?” Binx asked. 

The girl shook her head, “Everything is on Armado’s central data drive. I haven’t been able to get into his office alone.” 

“Is that the arms dealer?” 

“And owner of the club. He’s using this as a front to launder his wealth.” 

Binx nodded, “Will you introduce me to him?” 

“Who? Armado?” She seemed surprised. 

“Yes.” Binx nodded. 

“Yeah, but be warned, he’s very perceptive.” She lead Binx out of the supply closet. 

“Noted.” 

~

Crosshair watched Binx return with the Nexu and she gave him the signal that they were right and the data is in the main office. Crosshair reached into the pocket of Binx’s coat to retrieve a bead bracelet. Well that’s what it looked like to onlookers, but with an activating touch, the beads sprung to life as tiny droids who dropped to the floor and slinked away, beginning the process of mapping the entire facility. 

“Receiving data now.” Tech’s voice came thought he coms. 

“Binx says the intel is in the main office just like Cody said.” 

“Is Binx with you now?” Hunter’s voice crackled through the coms. 

Crosshairs fought the smirk, “No she’s with the Nexu. They’re sitting down in a booth right now. I’m assuming it’s the arms dealer.” 

“Keep a close eye on her Cross.” Hunter demanded. 

“You know I am.” 

~

“Armado, this is my friend Keeleey from back home!” The girl introduced Binx. 

“Very beautiful my lady… how is it you know my sweet Dani?” He smiled wolfishly. Binx noticed how he would definitely be considered attractive. The man looked like a holonet model. No wonder he’s been able to finesse such an establishment as this. 

“We grew up together, Dani said she would be able to help me find a job.” 

“Oh! You wish to dance?” 

“If there’s a spot available?” Binx made herself meek. 

Armado liked this a lot, “There’s always room for more beautiful woman as Charlyle’s!” He said with a booming laugh. The men at his booth also returned the same energetic laugh. Both Binx and Dani giggled demurely. 

“Sit! Sit! Let’s get to know one another!” He patted the cushion next to him and Binx filed in. 

~

“There’s a supply closet with a vent that leads outdoor to the east side of the building, we’ll meet you there.” Tech said through the com.

“Got it.” Crosshairs replied turning to make his way over to the east end. He passed thought what looked like private suites where maid service was on constant rotation bringing in fresh sheets and towels to the various rooms. Crosshairs pushed forwards noticing a few women who must be sex workers leaving the rooms looking tired and annoyed. One caught his attention and he raised a brow watching her strut away in nothing but a bedazzled thong. He let out a low whistle and carried on until he reached the supply closet. 

Once inside he locked the door behind him and began clearing the shelf to help the others inside. 

Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker squeezed through the grate before filing into the storage room. 

Echo was waiting with the ship as backup incase everything went south. 

“Ready?” Hunter asked handing Crosshairs his riffle and armor. 

The others nodded before taking off down the dimly lit hallways sneaking around until they reached the emptier hallways. Guards were posted at nearly every corner. Hunter gave the hand signal and they divided into twos before silently sneaking up on the guards and knocking them out. 

They continued on until they reached the office where the little droids lead them. 

There was an intricate bio lock on the door which Tech got to work hacking through. The others stood guard watching the hallways for any accidental wandering guards. 

“She’s going to try to kill the dealer.” Crosshair whispered to Hunter. 

Hunter growled, “How?” 

“I saw her put that poison lip stuff in her bag. I think she plans on getting him alone somewhere to take him out.” 

“She calls it lipgloss.” Tech corrected. 

“Fucking Binx…” Hunter was using everything he had to remain calm despite the growing jealousy at the thought of her kissing a man… even it was to kill him…with poison…

“We’re in.” Tech pushed open the door and the others filed in. 

There wasn’t much inside the office besides some ancient artifacts he must have collected and his holo screens. Tech pulled out a fresh data stick before plugging it into the port to start copying everything. 

“You’re up Wrek.”  Hunter gave the order. 

The demolition expert started placing the small detonators all over the office including under the desk. 

“Alright, I got it.” Tech said slipping the drive into a pouch with a bunch of other drives. 

“Let’s go and Cross get Binx.” Hunter said turning out of the office only to find more guards coming down the halls. 

“Kark.” Hunter grabbed his pistol and opened fire. 

~

Binx excused herself from the table to use the restroom, but actually she was going straight for the rendezvous point expecting to find Crosshair, but the alcove was empty. 

“Shit.” She sighed finding her coat tucked into a pile of random belongings, “Where are you Cross?” 

“Where are you going?” Dani suddenly appeared looking annoyed. 

Binx was about to respond when she was suddenly confronted by Amado and his men, “Now where are you going pretty thing?” 

“She’s the Nexu.” Dani ousted her, “Check her bag.” 

Binx narrowed her eyes at Dani. 

A guard snatched her purse from her and started riffling through it. 

“What the fuck is a Nexu?” Binx tried to save her cover, “Dani?” 

“She wont be here alone.” Dani said to Amado, “Her men are somewhere near by if they’re not already inside the building.” 

Binx realized she was working for Amado, they’ve been crossed… fuck… the boys are probably knee deep in shits creek already. 

The guard emptied the purse, “it’s just girl things.” 

Dani kicked the gloss tube, “That’s poison, the hair comb is a knife, and that compact is a com to her men.” 

“Do you know anything about her?” Amado asked brushing his knuckles down Dani’s face. 

“No.” She shook her head, “We never know anything about the others.” 

Amado then looked to Binx, “bring her.” 

His men crowded in.

~

“I’m getting real fucking tired of asking… who are you with?!” The head of security brought the cane down on Hunter’s side making him grunt in pain. 

No one had said anything… They had been at this for hours…

The others were bound to the wall beaten and bloody, but Hunter was bound front and center to a metal loop in the floor. His armor had been discarded and he knew he’d be bruised from shoulders to ankles if he survived this. 

Hunter’s head was suddenly ripped to the side as a spray of blood hit the floor next to him as he man kicked him viciously. 

When Hunter remained silent, the burly guard just growled and ripped out his com, “Boss, they ain't talkin.” 

“I’ll be there in a moment.” Armado replied. 

“They seemed trained for this.” Another guard pointed out from the side, “Bounty hunter’s perhaps?” 

“Nah, they’re too precise. I think they’re GAR.” 

“Those ain’t clones my guy.” 

Hunter spit out a wad of bloody saliva on the floor as he recovered letting the two muscly idiots argue over their theories. 

Meanwhile, Hunter’s attention was grabbed when the door slid open revealing the Dealer along with a glittery chain wrapped around his fist. With a yank, a flutter of gold and yellow stumbled after him. 

Binx.

Fuck.

He had her collared and bound. Hunter and the others looked up all noticing the way she looked like she had been roughed up a bit. She had red marks around her neck from either a pair of hands or the collar, a bloody lip and bruising wrists. They bound her arms behind her assuming she probably swung on someone. 

Hunter’s heartbeat began to pick up but he stilled his emotions as to got give away any weakness towards the woman. 

She growled pulling back on the reigns only making Amado yank her even harder throwing her into his chest. He gave her a charming smile she knew hid his wolfish grin. He shamelessly ran his hands over her feeling her taught muscles and soft skin. Binx snarled giving him her worst glare. 

“Nexu’s never run alone… are these your men sweetheart?” He grabbed her chin forcing her to look. 

In a heap in the corner Wrecker was curled up. They must have had to sedate him. Tech was bound to the wall arms above his head covered in cuts. His lithe belly was exposed showing bruising from the beating he must have taken. He was missing his helmet and goggles making him look younger, like when you had first met him. Crosshair was hogtied with a gag in his mouth no doubt from mouthing off. He seemed to be untouched so far… Then there was Hunter who heaved heavily, clearly struggling to breathe as blood was dripping from his mouth. 

“Hmm. That’s what I thought.” Amado sat down in a large throne like chair. He yanked the leash forcing Binx to stumble into his lap she landed with a yelp. He helped her situate properly to be perched over his thigh spreading her legs for everyone’s viewing pleasure. She struggled against his grip but he just held her firmly. 

“Now I have problem baby girl. Your boys wont talk. I get that they’re soldiers… they’re made to withstand torture… But part of me wonders how long they can really hold out…” Amado snapped at his men who walked over to Hunter. They unclipped his binders from the floor and dragged him to his feet re-chaining him to the chains hanging from the ceiling. They stretched his sinew body showing off his strength like a predator at the zoo. Gashed marred his tan skin and tattooed side making Binx fight to remain emotionless. 

One guard grabbed Hunter’s chin forcing him to look at the woman on Amado’s lap. 

He let out a defeated whine like a kicked dog making Binx stutter her breathing. 

“Just know that every thing that comes after this is your choice.” Amado whispered into Binx’s ear, “You could end all of this right now and tell me what I want to know.” 

Binx’s stomach suddenly turned upside down and she felt sick…this wasn’t torture for Hunter… this as torture for her. 

Amado slid his hand up her side until it reached the swell of her breast. He squeezed the flesh making her purse her lips and squirm away from his touch with a hiss. 

Crosshair fought against his binds wanting to clearly spit vitriol at the man for touching Binx, but the gag stopped him. 

Hunter was suddenly stripped as the guards tore away the remainder of his upper blacks revealing his tattooed body and sweaty tan skin. They turned him around and bound his ankles to the floor keeping him fully exposed to whatever they had planned.

Binx wanted to throw up knowing exactly what was coming next. She didn’t even flinch when the electro whip was flicked on. 

She just closed her eyes refusing to look. 

That pissed off Amado. He slapped her viciously across the face, before grabbing her chin and forcefully making her watch as his henchmen raised the whip back before lashing it forwards and striking Hunter’s flank with precision.

Of course he didn’t make a sound… but Binx knew… Binx knew that hurt. 

She knew it hurt more than the ache in her jaw and she forced air into her own lungs as a second lashing was delivered closer to his nape. 

Fuck… 

Binx wanted to cry. She couldn’t bear to watch this.

She felt a tear slip out of her eye as she desperately looked to Tech and Crosshair for an answer as to what she should do.

They both knew what she was asking and subtly shook their head telling her to keep quiet. 

She whimpered and flinched as more and more lashings rained down on Hunter’s back. Every hit made her jump and her heart fill with agony.

They were on about number eleven before Hunter started to cry out. His back was torn up, and blood was starting to drip from the wounds as he twitched in his bindings on impact. 

“You can stop this pretty girl.” He wiped the tear from Binx’s cheek. He bounced her a little bit on his knee making her grunt, “Just tell me why you’re here. Who sent you?” His hands began to wander moving from squeezing her tit to trailing down her belly towards the apex of her thighs, “Then you can go back to your men.” 

Binx didn’t… It took everything she had but she didn’t crack…

Amado was getting impatient, “So which one fucks you? Hmm?” 

Binx raised her chin refusing to indulge him. 

“See now I thought it was pretty boy over here.” He gestured to Hunter who barely looked conscious. His bandana was long gone and his lengthy hair was sticking to his sweat covered skin. He shivered every once and while as his nerves sang from the whipping, “but now I’m wondering if it’s not one of those two… or perhaps the big guy? I’m positive I could sell him for quite a bit.” He was referring to Wrecker. 

The anger growing inside Binx at the mention of something so atrocious fueled her as she suddenly decided to jerk her head back hearing the sicking sound of Amado’s nose break with a sickening snap. 

The man let out a pained howl as Binx was suddenly shoved to the floor. He kicked her in the ribs making her cry out before he stole a napkin from his men to plug his bleeding nose. 

“You fucking cunt!” 

Binx rolled to her feet determined to fight even with her hands tied. 

When the men moved in on her she spun into a kick, landing her shoe into the throat of the man lodging the heel deep inside his neck making him spurt blood and gasp for air as he tumbled backwards.

“Maker…” One of the guards nearly hurled from the gore. 

Another advanced on Binx but she rolled backwards side stepping the electro whip, then stepped on it before kicking her other leg into the man’s jaw. He went flying backwards until someone else managed to wrangle her leash into his hands tugging her upwards until her toes were barely touching the ground. 

“Don’t kill her.” Amado growled. 

Binx was set down gasping for air. 

“She wont fucking talk… fine…” Amado took her leash using it to throw her onto the metal slab where all of the various torture tools resided. The metal items went scattering all over the floor as her body made contact roughly. 

“But they will…” 

Amado motioned to the men to pin her to the table despite her vicious movements. They struggled grabbing her as she was as slippery as an eel. They were also afraid of her deadly shoes. But once one ankle was caught, the other came shortly after. They used leather straps to tie her ankles to the table legs making her scream and cry out at being bound so vulnerably. 

“Kriff.” Tech shook his head looking down at the ground. Crosshair began fighting desperately against his bindings praying one of the knots would give way. All the while Hunter couldn’t even lift his head but he closed his eyes unable to listen to what was coming next… 

Her collar was suddenly yanked up and restrained to the top of the table keeping her immobile like a wild fathier. 

“Let me go!” She snarled trying to test the bindings. 

Amado looked to his men sideways, “Do it…” 

Crosshair snarled through the gag forcing himself on his back trying anything to free himself. 

Amado smirked seeing the way the three men looked pained and desperate, watching his men close in on their precious Nexu. 

“Talk… or my men will fuck her till one of them knocks her up!” Amado yelled in Hunter’s face. 

Binx snarled and writhed in her binds making it difficult for the man to grab at her clothes. He did however reach the panties under the yellow panels of fabric. He yanked them down tearing the fabric in his hands. 

Crosshair’s muffled yell through the gag made Amado chuckle. 

Instead he turned to Hunter, He leaned forwards until only Hunter would be able to hear, “I bet you’re the one fucking her… How does it feel watching my men have your woman? Hmm?” He suddenly grabbed Hunter’s chin making him watch as the man saddled between Binx’s flailing legs was unzipping his pants. 

“Fuck…” Hunter ground out trying to shake his head but Amado’s grip made it impossible, “Fuck! Fine! Just Stop!” 

Hunter yelled making everyone stop. 

Everyone froze in place including Binx who frankly didn’t expect him to crack… not the Sergeant. 

Crosshair looked at his brother with concern… 

“Just let her go.” Hunter’s head slumped. 

“Not until you tell me what I need to know.” Amado stood over Binx and grabbed her tit, “I might just kill the four of you and keep her all for myself. She’d make me a pretty credit or two…” 

Hunter growled threateningly, “We were sent by the GAR… We’re from the GAR…. We are supposed to retrieve your data drive. Something about a separatists weapon’s system.” 

“And did you get this data drive?” Amado asked squeezing the other tit making Binx spit at him. 

“No!” Hunter bit out, “Fuck! Just let her go!” 

Amado seemed pleased. 

He released Binx and his man stepped away from her looking satisfied. 

“A man’s greatest weakness…” He looked at Binx then to Hunter, “It’s always a woman…” 

Hunter slumped in his binders relieved she’s at least not actively in danger anymore. 

Amado looked to his men, “Free her… then kill the others…” 

“No!” Binx screamed flailing against the table trying to free herself, “Please! No!” 

Blasters were raised and Hunter gathered all of his strength left to look at Binx one last time before the guns went off. 

Binx froze in her spot as her entire world began to spiral when she locked eyes with her Sergeant. Right as the triggers were almost pulled, a detonator tumbled through the vent bouncing in to the room twice before exploding leaving the room shrouded in grey gas. 

Blasters went off as counter fire was returned. 

…Echo…

Thank the maker.

Binx nearly cried from relief as she felt Tech and Crosshair’s hands working on her bindings. Echo shot Wrecker with a chemical adrenaline hit, waking up the giant. 

He rose to his feet swinging like nothing had happened at all. Echo hit every target with precision as men in suits began dropping like flies. 

“Let me up.” Binx growled rolling over for Tech to cut her arm bindings. She then snatched the blade from Hunter’s belt and blaster before prowling through the fog looking for her target. Once she heard that ridiculous voice she locked in and ran forwards until she collided with his body. 

Amado went flying to the ground looking stunned. 

Binx raised the blaster and he covered his face horrified to realize who was now on the other side of the gun. 

Instead of ending it all now, she lowered the weapon and shot him at the apex of his thighs. 

The man let out a tortured scream filling Binx with joy as she blasted a hole right through his manhood. 

“You fucking bastard!” Her voice was chilling in it’s ferocity. 

Once she was satisfied with his suffering, she knelt down keeping the gun pressed to his head. She then took Hunter’s knife and cut a long and horrifically deep gash across his chest shredding his luxurious cotton shirt and his flesh. He flailed and shrieked as pain overrode his entire system. That was only a fraction of the pain he caused Hunter, but it would have to do. 

Their rule was no loose ends. Hunter would be very disappointed with her if she allowed him to live to suffer. So when she pulled the trigger and watched the life leave his eyes, Binx knew she had done Hunter right. 

“Binx!” Crosshair ran up to the Nexu and wrapped her up in his arms, “Are you alright?” 

…She’s never been hugged by Crosshairs before…

“Yeah Cross, are you?” She was in more disbelief over that than anything. 

“I’m fine. We have Hunter, we need to go.” He lead Binx back towards the others. Tech and Echo had Hunter slumped over their shoulders as Wrecker took the lead leading them out of the building. 

Once they had all climbed through the vent and crawled out onto the neighboring roof, Binx realized there was once last loose end. 

“The Nexu… she’s the double agent. She sold us out. She’s working for them.” Binx told Crosshair. 

Crosshair looked confused for only a second before grabbing his riffle and running to the front of the building, “Wrecker… hit the detonators.” 

“Right now?” Wrecker was confused. 

“I need to flush her out.” Crosshairs replied. 

“Okay.” Wrecker grabbed the detonator and pushed the button. 

There was a loud bang before people started screaming and running out of the club. Crosshair watched closely as the entire building evacuated. 

 Binx and Echo ran to the other sides to make sure she didn’t magically disappear when the sound of fire puncher went off and you all knew the job as done… no loose ends. 

“Let’s go home.” Echo said leading the way back to the marauder. 

~

Once the hatch closed, everything was a madhouse. Tech and Echo carried Hunter back to the bunks while Wrecker tried his best to get the ship up in the air. Binx held back a whimper seeing the way their sergeant’s boots dragged limply under him along the durasteel floors. She prayed he was blacked out from the pain so he’d at least be out of his misery for a while. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder, “It’s not your fault.” Crosshair looked her deadpan in the eyes, “We all know what we’re supposed to do. We know what’s at risk. But know, he’s going to be beating himself up the second he wakes up… but it’s not your fault…” 

Binx nodded blinking away the tears. He cracked because of her…

“I-I’m going to go treat him now.” She forced the emotions down knowing now Hunter was going to need her to lock in now. 

Crosshairs nodded. 

Binx ran to the storage compartment and grabbed her kit. Forcing herself to flip into medic mode, she took off towards the bunks. Tech and Echo cleared out of the way to give her space as she knelt down on the floor next to Hunter’s bunk. He was slumped belly down with his exposed back. She had to fight back the nausea seeing the state of his flesh. 

The lashes went deep. It tore through his muscles and there was blood everywhere. It looked horrific. 

To be certain he wouldn’t feel anything, she grabbed a sedative to keep him unconscious for the worst of it. 

Once she was certain he was knocked out, she began the meticulous process of cleaning the wounds. It took nearly all the bacta they had to cover the wounds as she very carefully laser sutured him back together. 

She tried to best to repair him in a way that wouldn’t scar him too bad, but she knew he was going to need the bacta tank back on base. 

Once she was satisfied with her work, she bandaged him up and applied the cold packs before collapsing on the floor next to him entirely exhausted now that the adrenaline had completely worn off. 

Her own injuries were starting to ache and she decided to rip off one of the blankets and curl up on the floor next to Hunter incase he woke up for anything. 

The hours ticked on like this. The others would periodically check in to see if either of them needed anything but they both seemed perfectly content resting where they were. 

Crosshair had offered to watch Hunter for a bit but Binx declined. He noticed her slight protectiveness come forwards as she refused to leave Hunter’s side like a loyal hound. 

He wouldn’t deny her, so he continued on back to the cockpit with the others. 

Tech had patched himself up and was on his way back to a full recovery while Crosshair helped Echo go through the data drive. 

They had found endless amounts of arms deals and tech schematics. There was even the manufacturer’s information of the tech Cody was looking for. Luckily their mission was a success, and all of this wasn’t for nothing… they had that at least. 

However, it still shook the others to see Hunter in this condition along with Binx’s newly developed sense of resource guarding. She was like a feral hound, unable to leave Hunter’s side and she’d snarl at anyone that tried to move her. 

Crosshair had even caught her nuzzling into the far side of the bunk against the wall and tucking herself into Hunter’s side and curling in on herself like a house tooka. 

“Do you think she’s okay?” Echo asked quietly. 

“I think she feels guilty for not ending Hunter’s suffering sooner.” Tech replied fiddling with some spare parts. 

“She knows the protocol.” Echo nodded, “But it doesn’t make it any easier…” 

“I can hardly wait for Hunter to wake up…” Crosshairs groaned, “He’s going to be absolutely insufferable.” 

“You know he couldn’t let them do that to her.” Echo defended. 

“You don’t think I know that?” Crosshairs snapped, “None of us could. But his self loathing is even worse than yours Echo.” 

Echo narrowed his eyes challengingly, “Say that again toothpick…” 

“Okay, enough fighting.” Wrecker sighed, “Can we just wait until he wakes up to see whats going on?” 

“Well someone should definitely pry Binx out of Hunter’s cot and get her in the shower. It’s been two days.” Tech looked up from his work to adjust his goggles, “Her preference of coping is interfering with her overall health. I believe, as her squad, it’s imperative we at least do this for her in her fragile state.” 

“I’d rather not loose my balls, Tech.” Crosshairs crossed his arms. He knows exactly how vicious the woman could get when provoked. He didn’t want to be in the crossfire. 

“I’ll do it.” Wrecker stood up, “She wont be mean to me.” 

“That is true.” Tech replied. 

Wrecker stood and stretched his limbs before making his way to the bunks. 

Frankly, Binx wasn’t the only one stinking up the cabin, Hunter’s grimy body wasn’t helping much either. Those two needed a thorough scrub down.

Wrecker wrinkled his nose before shaking it off and locking in. 

He shuffled his cumbersome body over between the cots and nudged Binx’s ankle. She instantly recoiled and tucked herself tighter into a ball practically nosing her way under Hunter’s limp arm. 

“Binx…” 

She groaned lowly. 

“The others think it’s time for you to take a bath and change into some real clothes.” Wrecker whispered loudly. 

“You reek.” Crosshair added from the hall way. 

Wrecker sighed at his brother, “You’re not helping.” 

“It’s true.” 

“C’mon Binx…” Wrecker reached forwards to scoop up the petite soldier, but she just doubled down and went limp causing Wrecker to drop her back onto the mattress. 

“No, Wrek.” She snarled. 

“Binx.” Crosshairs chided. 

“I can’t leave him.” She whined refusing to look at them… She wrapped herself closer to Hunter,  “He told me it was a bad plan… he fucking knew…. He said he thought it was going to go south…”

They both just sat there in silence unsure how to proceed with her hysterics. Clearly there was something more happening here…

“He’s not going to wake up in the ten minutes you take to shower and change.” Crosshair sighed trying to reason with her. 

“It’s okay Binx, sarge would want you to take care of yourself.” Wrecker said thoughtfully. 

“But what if he needs me?” She whispered,

“Then we’ll tell you.” Crosshair stepped forwards, “Tech will monitor his vitals while you’re gone okay?” 

She didn’t agree, but instead she just huffed in resignation. 

Crosshair gave Wrecker a nod. 

Wrecker tried to pick her up again and this time she didn’t fight back, but she definitely didn’t take her eyes off the disheveled presence of their fearless leader’s limp frame. 

He carried her dutifully all the way to the fresher, gently setting her down inside. Her limbs were stiff from not moving for too many hours and she forced herself to stretch. 

Wrecker turned on the water waiting for it to get hot. 

“We’ll come get you if he wakes up okay?” Wrecker reassured. 

She nodded watching him leave her to her own privacy. She turned to look in the mirror noticing all of the smeared makeup from her sobbing along with the bruises forming on her jaw and neck. She didn’t even want to know what her legs looked like. 

She was truly horrified at her appearance. 

She began to strip out of the tattered lingerie leaving it in a heap on the floor before removing all of the jewelry and accessories. She threw them down on the floor too, too disgusted to even look at them. 

She stepped into the hot water relishing in the feeling before getting to work and scrubbing herself down head to toe as thoroughly and quickly as possible. She scrubbed until no more blood washed down the drain and all the grime was gone. 

She didn’t want to take too much time, what if Hunter woke up? 

She hurried through her routine before shutting off the water and toweling off. She wrapped the towel around herself before leaving the fresher to turn down the hall towards her bunk. She skittered across the cold durasteel floor not wasting any time before digging around to find her civvies. 

She yanked on the loose pants and baggy tshirt before pulling on a pair of socks and running her fingers through her wet hair. She returned the towel back to the rack before making her way towards the sergeants quarters. 

That was until Echo intercepted her, “Nuh uh, you’re eating something first.” 

“B-but..” 

“Nope. No if, ands, or buts…” Echo guided her to the galley where there was hot steaming packet of food waiting for her. Crosshair and Wrecker sat there leaving room for her. 

She sighed… they ambushed her… 

When she sat down they shoved the rations in her face and watched her eat every last bite before making her wash it down with two cups of cold water. 

“You’re acting like I’m dying.” She bit out. 

“You’re being weird.” Crosshair pointed his toothpick at her. 

She just starred at him. 

“Are you feeling bad about Hunter?” Wrecker asked softly. 

Binx sat there silently. 

Crosshair narrowed his eyes, “Wait, did you want them to go through with it?” 

“No!” Binx recoiled, “O-Of course not!… b-but…. Hunter shouldn’t have taken the lashing for me…I-it’s my job… as fucked up as that is. He shouldn’t have given up the information… We were lucky Echo came in time.” 

“Binx…” Wrecker looked horrified. 

“You know Hunter could never let that happen to you…” Echo said. 

“He would literally drive himself mad and get himself killed if anything happened to you…” Crosshair rubbed his temples. 

“We’re soldiers Cross… we’re supposed to be immune to torture and extraction.” Binx looked down at her hands, “Even if it gets us killed.” 

“They wouldn’t have killed you.” Crosshair’s voice turned cold, “They would have raped you, over, and over again, taking turns, in front of us until one of us cracked, you understand that right? And after they got what they wanted from us, we would’ve been executed, and he’d sell you to his clients until you wear out your usefulness to put it nicely… What Hunter did was the only thing to do… fuck protocol… you’re one of us Binx…” 

“We don’t follow orders anyways…” Wrecker added. 

The tears were staring to form in Binx’s eyes… she forced herself to blink them away knowing Crosshair was undoubtably right.

“Hunter knows this, kid… No point in beating yourself up over it.” Echo patted her shoulder 

“…thank you…for saving me.” Binx said softly trying to fight back the sob that threatened to break loose. 

“You’re one of us Binx. We’re family.” Wrecker wrapped his arm around her tousling her around a bit making her smile. 

“Feeling better?” Echo asked. 

“Yeah.” She smiled, “Got another ration pack I can have?” 

~

It didn’t take long before Binx’s tummy was full and she returned back to Hunter’s quarters to take Tech’s place. This time, she took the time to give Hunter a sponge bath to the best of her ability. She couldn’t lift him on her own so settled with reaching any available exposed skin. 

Once the rag no longer ran red with blood, she set it aside and leaned against his cot near his head. His steady breathing chilled her neck as she sat in silence hoping he’d wake soon. 

She must have dozed off because the suddenly pained wheeze and ruffling of bedsheets snapped her awake. 

“Ahh!” Hunter whined trying to lift his head. 

Everything in his body was screaming in pain. 

“Fuck.” He bit out. 

Grabbing the pain meds, she injected him instantly, “relax, relax…” Binx breathed out instantly sending her hands to his head where she tried to soothe him with little scalp rubs, “We made it back to the ship, we’re almost back to base.” 

“Binx?” His groggy voice cracked. 

“Yeah it’s me.” She replied combing his hair from his eyes. 

“You’re okay?” He asked with a smushed face in the pillow. 

“Yeah, Hunt. I’m okay.” She continued to soothe him. 

That got him to settle back down into the sheets. The fight going from his body as the medications mingled with his nervous system. 

“Did we get the data drive?” 

“Yeah, Tech has it.” 

“Any loose ends?” 

Binx sighed, “No, no loose ends.” 

“What happened?” 

“The Nexu was a double agent. She sold us out to Amado.” 

“Is he dead?” The anger was palpable on his tongue. 

“Yeah. He’s dead.” She said coldly. 

“...You?”

“Yes.” She nodded confirming his suspicion. 

He tried to nod, “Good. I hope it felt good.” 

“It did.” 

“Good girl.” He rumbled feeling the drowsiness finally hit. 

In that moment Binx swore she wouldn’t leave his side until they got to the medial sector back on coruscant. Her stomach fluttered at the praise as she settled back on the floor to get some much needed rest. 

She wouldn’t ever abandon Hunter. 

~

“C’mon vod, we gotta get you clean you smell like a rancor!” Echo begged as Wrecker, Tech, and Cross fought to wrangle Hunter into the fresher. 

“I got it!” Hunter snarled, “I can do it myself!” 

“You’re standing like a baby gallaze, you haven’t used your legs in almost a week.” Tech pointed out the fact they were quite literally carrying their leader from the bacta tank. 

“I knifing got it!” Hunter bit out, but his brothers ignored his attempt at keeping his dignity. 

Binx waited anxiously outside as they removed his medical scrubs and tried to wash down their brother, all crammed in the fresher together. 

“Maker Tech! I don’t need you doing that for me!” Hunter cried out in horror making Binx cringe… she knew exactly what part of the sponge bath they were getting to. Though she knew it would have been worse to have her do it…medic or not…

“You’re drowning him Cross!” Wrecker cried. 

“Good… he stinks!” Crosshair sprayed the hose over Hunters head making him sputter for air. 

“Grab the shampoo!” Tech commanded. 

Crosshair tossed it to him and he squirted it out to rub it all over Hunter’s head like a dog. 

“Argh!” Hunter growled getting soap in his eye. 

Binx bit back a laugh knowing he could definitely hear her from the other end of their shared apartment. 

“Okay, okay I think he’s clean.” Echo coached from the side. Poor guy wasn’t able to get his prosthetics wet without some serious tlc following so he steered clear of the splash zone.

Once Hunter was dried off and dressed in some fresh civvies, they guided him over to the couch next to Binx. 

“You doing okay Sarge?” She took pity on the man. 

He looked at her with annoyance, “How long till I stop wobbling?” 

“A few hours.” She replied, “Thats the longest I’ve ever seen someone in the tank before.” 

“They cut me pretty deep, huh?” He said stretching his limbs. 

Binx nodded, “Mind if I look?” 

He shifted over letting her see his flank. 

She tenderly lifted the fabric of his shirt to see that there were no ridges of bumps just lighter lines from the new skin cells. She couldn’t help but run her fingers over the new skin noticing the way his skin pebbled, reacting to her soft touch. 

He cleared his throat flinching slightly. 

“Everything ok back there doc?” He asked turning his head so she couldn’t see the flash to his cheeks. 

She withdrew her fingers, “Yeah… you look brand new.” Her cheeks heated realizing her touch was lingering just a little too long. 

“Good.” He said gruffly. 

She felt the nervousness flutter in her tummy and her heart start to accelerate slightly so she stood up and announced she’d be making some dinner trying to change the topic and the awkwardness. The room suddenly felt a little too small.  

“Oh yay, I love when Binx cooks.” Wrecker skipped into the kitchen at the mention of food. 

“Crosshair can you fill me in on everything that has happened since I was on leave.” Hunter asked trying to settle into the couch and start moving his legs again. He refused to look at Binx realizing there was still unspoken tension. 

Crosshair just raised a brow and crossed his arms smirking as he sat down. 

Binx and the others quickly got to work putting together their supper making a ruckus. 

“She’s been beating herself up for days.” Crosshairs murmured so she couldn’t hear, “When we first got into hyperspace, she slept on the floor of your bunk for two days, nearly took off Echo’s other arm when he tried to get her to eat.” 

“What?” Hunter’s eyes widened. He stole a quick glance up at Binx as she was cutting some kind of root vegetable. 

“Then when she got sick of that, she curled up in your bunk for the remainder of the flight. Wrecker had to literally pry her off of you she was so hysterical.” 

“You’re lying.” Hunter shook his head. He’s seen Binx cry before, but she was a soldier, she never let her emotions get in the way of anything. 

“It scared the shit out of us. We thought something happened to her psychologically. Like they broke her or she snapped.” Crosshair kept his voice low, “She’s been nagging the doctors on base the whole week. She was posted at your tube like a watch dog filling out all the reports and what not… frankly Hunter if you don’t make a move at this point you’ll be a fool. That girl is in love with you.” 

Hunter sighed, “Cross, you know I can’t.” To hear this was a shock. But there was a bright glow growing in his chest knowing Binx might actually have feelings for him. 

“Fuck the rules Hunter…” Crosshair growled, “I’m so sick of watching you two throwing looks when you don’t think the other is looking. We all know you both have this weird thing going on… everyone’s just waiting for you to finally do something about it.” 

“I’m her sergeant. I can’t…” 

“I don’t think she cares one bit Hunt.” 

Hunter took a breath forcing the air into his lungs. He couldn’t deny the excitement at Crosshair’s words, but there was still that overly responsible part of him that forced him to stay seated on the couch. 

“Just consider it.” Crosshair got up, “The thought of you dying nearly killed her too.” 

Hunter watched his brother get up and go into the kitchen to lend a hand in whatever precision chopping Binx ordered him to do. 

Meanwhile, Hunter had a lot of thinking to do. 

~

Sinking into his bed was one of the most orgasmic feelings he’s had in a long time. Being apart of the Nexu program, his squad was upgraded to military apartments instead of bunks a long time ago. His favorite part of leave was always sinking into bed and finally getting some decent rest. 

Hunter shut off his lamp and pulled the covers up to close his eyes. 

He was nearly asleep until he heard the soft patter of feet outside his door and the frantic sound of a racing heart. 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Binx… I know you’re out there.” 

She suddenly stopped pacing, “S-sorry Hunter.” 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah Sarge.” She said softly. 

He got up kicking the blankets off of him before walking to the door and pushing the open button. 

Outside he found Binx hugging herself looking like a lost tooka. 

“Binx…” 

She rushed forwards taking him by surprise as she stood up on her tippy toes to press her mouth to his. 

Hunter stood there in slight shock taken aback by the fact the girl’s been hyper fixated on since being put in the field was standing before him right now kissing him. 

She pulled back suddenly with a horrified expression, “S-sorry. I-I don’t know what-“ 

Hunter surged forwards swooping her up into his arms to press another, much deeper kiss. One that Binx swore she could feel all of his pent up feeling seeping in. She opened her mouth letting him dominate her through the kiss.

She whimpered running her fingers straight into his midnight locks. 

He growled as she tugged slightly unable to help herself. 

His hands became a bit more greedy as he pulled her up and towards him lifting her frame up onto his. She curled around him as he stepped back into his room locking the door and leading them both to his bed. 

He broke the heady kiss to set her down but she was already pouting at being separated from him. 

Hunter stood up looking down at her Crossing his arms, “Crosshair told me what happened.” 

She suddenly looked away unable to hold his intense gaze… she knew he’d want to talk about it… mood killer…

His thumb went under her chin lifting it up to look at him, “You can’t do that again. If anything ever happens to me you have to promise me to stay put together.” It was taking every bit of strength he had right now to “Sergeant Hunter” instead of kissing the woman beneath him. 

She huffed with emotion and her voice croaked, “I thought you were going to die, and it was going to be all my fault.” 

He closed his eyes for a second before looking at her softly, “Promise me.” 

She gazed up at him, “I promise Hunter.” She sniffled. 

He wiped the rogue tear on her cheek and crawled up onto the mattress settling himself between her knees. He bowed his head and ran his calloused hands up her thigh, “I’ve never been more scared in my life, Binx…” 

She sat up. When he couldn’t look at her either, she crawled up onto her knees to hug him, “It’s okay Hunt.” 

“They almost-“ he had to stop himself, he couldn’t even thick about it. 

“You saved me. I’m okay.” She felt him wrap his arms around her. 

“I knew you shouldn’t have been on this assignment.” He sighed, “I knew better.” 

“We got the order, we followed through. It’s our job Hunt, sometimes it gets messy.” She was trying to comfort him. 

He squeezed her tighter, “They shouldn’t be sending you on these kinds of missions.” 

“I’m not a soldier Hunter, I’m a nexu, these are the missions I was designed for.” She reasoned, “You might not like it, but it’s what I’m trained for, it’s who I am.” 

“Asking that of you… is wrong.” He couldn’t get the images of Amado’s men out of his head. 

“An unfortunate side effect of the job I fear.” She sighed, “But from now on, if you get a weird feeling about it, I’ll stay away.” 

He sighed, “I can’t ask you do that. We’re a team.” 

“Then we’ll make it work.” She smiled, “But please never make me watch you get tortured ever again. I’ve had nightmares for almost two weeks.” 

He chuckled, “I’ll try my best mesh’la.” 

“Good.” She smirked, “Now… kiss me.” 

Hunter didn’t hesitate he nearly knocked her over backwards as he smashed his mouth against hers with no abandon. Binx moaned into the kiss letting Hunter pin her to his mattress. He wasted no time tearing open her sleep top to get at her skin making her flush with excitement. She yelped when he latched himself to her left tit murmuring something about how perfect she looked. She just giggled and massaged his scalp as he shifted to the other lavishing it with attention before traveling south. 

She arched feeling his fingers hook into her sleep shorts as he shimmied them down just to throw them to the side. 

She spread her legs enticing the Sergeant as she cupped her breast and squeezed while she watched him palm himself through his boxers. 

“I’ve thought about this too many times.” She purred toeing at the waist band of his boxers.  

He hummed, “Me too.” 

She smirked watching him strip. 

She chewed her lip seeing his thick tanned cock spring free leaking pre cum, “So much better than the fantasies.” 

Maker, this woman was going to kill him. 

She wasted no time reaching for him pumping his throbbing cock a few times before he guided himself towards her. He laid on top of her, pinning her with his weight, and pressed a kiss to her jaw before sloppily kissing her neck making her whine. 

When he was satisfied with the little love bites, he traveled south kissing down her sternum, then her lithe belly, until he reached the apex of her thigh. 

She whined realizing he was planning on making her wait for the main course as he began kissing around her cunt teasing her slightly. 

“Hunter please.” It was killing her not to have him inside of her… stretching her. 

“Patience Mesh’la, let me have this.��� He nuzzled Binx’s dripping cunt, “I’ve been dreaming about this for too long.” 

She just whined and settled back into the pillow letting him do as he pleased. He gave a teasing lick making her jolt as pleasure began to thrum inside her body. Hunter spread her thighs as far as they would go and began feasting on her glistening cunt.

She cried out writhing against his sheets unable to fight the urge to fist his pretty hair. He smiled into her briefly before continuing the little licks and sucks making her gasp for air. 

When he was certain she was going to cum, he doubled down sucking her clit diligently making her nearly levitate from the bed as she orgasmed screaming out his name. 

“Fuck mesh’la,” He said up looking cocky, “If I had known you tasted so sweet, I would have had you sitting on my face a long time ago.” 

“Fuck Hunter.” Binx fought for her breath. 

He pumped his cock watching her catch her breath, “You going to be good for me again, ad’ika?” 

“Yes, sir.” She whimpered spreading her thighs again and chewing on her lip. 

“Good girl.” He surged forwards pressing his cock to her sloppy entrance. The stretch at first was a bit of a challenge, but Binx willed herself to relax taking Hunter’s thick cock as well as she could. She whined feeling him finally bottom out filling her to the absolute brim. Hunter made a broken sigh, feeling her hot warmth pulse around him. 

“So tight baby.” He muttered trying to find his strength to move.

It had been a while for both of them. Binx stopped the random hook ups after the first year of being assigned to the 99’s, while Hunter stopped picking up women and visiting brothels with his brothers when Binx had first showed up. No one felt right to him after that… 

“Hunter please move.” She was getting squirmy, grabbing at his hair and shoulders trying to beg him to move. 

He grunted and began a leisurely pace making her moan into his skin. She pawed greedily at his muscles feeling their contractions all in order to bring her pleasure. 

Hunter nuzzled into her neck mouthing at the juncture between her shoulder and neck before biting down and speeding up his pace. Binx cried out as he slammed his hips against hers feeling the squelch of her dripping cunt suck him in further. 

She scratched her nails down his back fighting for purchase somewhere as he drilled her into the mattress while she repeated his name like a prayer. 

It didn’t take long for her to cum, not with Hunter using his skillful hands to rub little circles into her clit. Once Binx came for a second time that night, Hunter began to loose his rhythm. 

Binx decided she wanted him to enjoy this, and used her strength to push him over, rolling the two of them together so she could ride him with no abandon. Hunter imminently matched her pace thrusting rhythmically to meet her. 

Hunter writhed against the mattress keeping a firm grip on her hips, guiding Binx as she bounced on top of him with skill. 

His mouth parted as he felt his orgasm approaching and Binx smirked dragging her nails down his chest looking him in the eye, “I want you to come, Sergeant.” Her voice was like a sultry tooka making him seize up.

Hunter stuttered for a second before thrusting upwards one last time, emptying himself deep inside her womb. 

She collapsed on top of him finally exhausted as he also fought to gather his breath. 

His arms wrapped around her, squeezing her with his muscles and she practically vibrated with content. A certain amount of tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying finally dissipated from her body since that awful night on Canto Bight. She finally felt safe, here in her Sergeant’s arms. Panting, sweaty, and absolutely fucked out. 

Hunter refused to pull out but he shifted to look down at her, “I think we just broke like a hundred rules.” 

“I don’t care.” She shifted to look up at him. 

Nexu’s weren’t supposed to fall in love…but here we are. 

Binx smiled seeing Hunter’s face light up, “What?” 

“Nothing.” He smiled. 

She quirked a brow. 

He threw his head back, “It was way better than the fantasies.” 

“I’m glad.” She smiled nuzzling into his pec and closing her eyes feeling sleep start to take her. 

“We’re going to have to be careful,” He said combing through Binx’s dark hair, “I’m not going to lose you now that I have you.” 

“We’ll be a weakness for one another.” Her soldier brain was calculating, “Our enemies will exploit it.” 

“Only if they know.” 

She nodded, “I trust you Hunt.” 

“I trust you too Binx.” 

She wanted to say more… she wanted him to know how she feels but she couldn’t quite bring herself to say those three words yet even though they were on the tip of her tongue. She was just happy Hunter was alive and well.

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