Project Prometheus Ch. 47 - Teaser (Patreon)

Jolena smiled as the call ended and she stood up, ready to carry out her assignment. While she had been initially sent to whip the men here at the hidden base back into fighting shape, there was another reason behind her visit. Quite simply, when the word was given, she was to take the base by storm and kill any who resisted the will of Lady Zarkazh.

She had already been given the order, but was instructed to wait to execute it until she received an update from Daphres. Now that she had, she was clear to begin her stage in the grand plan. Jolena tapped her vambrace, sending a signal to every member of her crew that the purge was about to begin. Drawing her weapons, she stepped out of the lavish office and into the corridor, where several of her most loyal crew members waited.

“Ready to go?” she asked the women assembled.

“More than ready, Commander! Been waiting for this since the moment we set foot on this damned hunk of junk!” one of her bodyguards stated.

“You’ve all behaved yourselves admirably since our arrival. Now, you may show these… men… just how you feel about their incompetence and idiocy,” Jolena told them with a predatory grin.

“With extreme prejudice?”

“Extreme prejudice!” Jolena told them.

Grinning, the group followed her lead down the corridor, going from room to room systematically. They found more than a few men who were in their quarters at this hour, making them easy kills. Some had sued for mercy and, depending on how the men were towards Jolena and her crews, were granted that. Those who were spared were rounded up and locked away in a storage closet, so they wouldn’t cause trouble.

“Well, that’s the command level. The other teams are already doing their jobs down on the lower levels,” one of the Takharian women, Salizza, told her.

“Have our teams positioned themselves by the docks and berths?” Jolena asked, hoping that no one had tried to get on a ship.

“Wait one!” Salizza said as she tapped her earpiece, listening for confirmation. A toothy grin lit her face, making the woman look quite bloodthirsty in that moment.

“That’s affirmed, captain! We hold the docks and each berth, so far!” the Takharian woman responded.

“Good news! Let’s get down there and help with reinforcing their position!” Jolena told them, and the women all cheered, ready to take down any who opposed them.

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Joseph Briggs and Michael Philips ran for their lives, doing everything possible to outdistance Jolena’s hunters. The pair of men were lucky in their circumstance, as they had been walking around the station’s corridors chatting with each other when the attack came. Seeing their friends gunned down in cold blood told the men all they needed to know about the situation. It was a coup.

They figured it must be Lady Zarkazh who was behind it, as everyone else who was being killed served either the lords Tubal or Garlan. They were hustling hard to the communications center, hoping to rally the men against this incursion. The moment they arrived, the pair quickly ducked behind some nearby crates, getting out of sight.

“Fuck us all to hell!” Rat-Faced Mike growled, cursing their luck.

“Seems like Zarkazh has been planning this for some time! How the fuck do we get out of here?” Briggs groaned.

“You still have those contacts in the Federation?” Mike asked.

“Yeah… why?” Briggs inquired.

“Then that means we may have a chance at taking this shit back! No sense in throwing away our lives in this fight! Zarkazh has won this one!” Rat Face growled as he started to scoot in the opposite direction.

“How the fuck are we going to get out of here? They’ve probably got the berths and docks covered!” Briggs complained, knowing how well disciplined Zarkazh’s crew were.