NOTE: I made the tiniest of edits that include the mention of cult down below, small but important! I do believe I saw some grammar errors that I fixed: Alright heres the next installment of my stories, technically broken into two parts as noticed by the huge spacing down there. No major action here just some delegation and the reasoning for the arrival of not one but two of a handle super heroines soon to come into the fray to help your favorite metallibun! The two in this story will be the first and most used of the bunch, unless requests come in to see more of one over the others! I am happy either way guys! NOW I will admit that when I first wrote this I had not intended to give such a HUGE chunk to The Warden/Zakeria, however I realized that none of you have really had any insight to what she is like or what her day to day job is. So that it where it starts, due to that this piece turned out WAY bigger than I expected but hey, I have no problems with that. The other one in this story you have already had a story with, The Commander/Hirosaki, there will be a bit more mystery in this story but most of it is straight forward, as per my usual the text will remain in white so it's easier to read AND here is the link to an alt. file version of the story if you wish along with my other stories Right Here!, hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!:




Near midnight on the massive island known DarkWood Mountain, the blacksite prison known as Tartarus was beginning to lock down for the evening, prisoners made their way to their cells accompanied by guards. A new addition among them, a twitchy, spritely cyborg weasel going by the name Fritz was scowling, but moving along. So what if he accidentally killed hundreds of innocents and some diplomats just for one VIP target, contracts are contracts and he had a reputation to complete them no matter what, collateral damage was to be expected. In his mind he was here wrongly, though his people and even his contractor thought otherwise.

A special collar adorned on him to keep his augments disabled until well inside. Looking at one of the guards walking with him and his fellow inmates he eyed them up, shark, heavy muscle set, female, looked to be about thirty five or so. The other side at another guard, male, rabbit, smaller and shorter but definitely having high agility looked to be in his mid to late twenties. Whoever ran this prison seemed to know what they were doing with such a blended mix of guards, kept whoever would attempt something guessing at all times.

One thing he had noticed the majority if not all of them had visually however, augments, heavy ones, with weapons and capture gear to match. It was becoming clear that this wasn’t a run of the mill prison, this a place you go when you're taken seriously and meant to stay away from the world, even noticing on the way in that the exercise yards were contained. Even if you could fly the turrets and tower guardians would waste you before you even got to the height of the walls. Still for some reason all the inmates seemed...relaxed, most prisons he knew gave the present inmates gave the new ‘meat’ all kinds of shit, but they didn’t even look in his direction.

Another thing he noticed is that not all of the prisoners were in collars or cuffs, perhaps they earned the right not to wear them? Maybe they broke them off and the guards didn’t care? What the hell was going on in this place? Some things seemed smart of the warden and some things made no sense at all to him. Suddenly all prisoners stopped and turned to a wall with a platform high above. The room fell silent to the sound of heavy boots hitting metal above a tall masuline gold and white female bunny with platinum undercut long hair and a body that he could only describe as belonging to a goddess, his mind somewhere between turned on and in shock, what the hell was someone with a body like THAT doing in a prison?! Should be working a pole or something somewhere.

With what could be called a russian accent, rough and strong but soothing and lustful, the lapin spoke “Dobriy vyecher ‘Good Evening’ boys and girls, I know it is late and you are all eager to get back to your cubes of solace, however it is to my understanding we have newcomers in our little, how you say: menagerie. I would like to welcome the new ones and hope they learn that this can be a much less painful process if they are good little boys and girls.” As the lapin moved along the platform, hips popping with her tight fitting outfit as she moved, her bust barely contained within and bouncing lightly with each step. Fritz began to think of other things, such as undressing her and asking whoever the warden was if he could give an invitation for a conjugal visit with the bunny bombshell.

Feeling the need to share such perversions with someone he looked to his left at a quite tall and heavily muscular lizard, the lizard's eyes focused on the lapin above as Fritz spoke at him “WHO is that?” The scaly behemoth simply grunted “Shut the hell up and figure it out yourself.” Fritz raised a brow to him as he tried a different approach of conversation. “Too bad she isn’t down here huh? Have a way better view of that ass, and holy shit those TITS, could kill someone easily with those monsters, am I right or what?!” The lizard simply let out a sighing breath and made a gesture to two other lizards by him, both going in front of Fritz and himself. Then the massive scaly creature turned and in one quick motion picked up Fritz by the throat and squeezed, being that they were towards the back of the room and the two standing in front of the scene, it would be unlikely to see it happening.

As Fritz struggled and clambered the lizards bright yellow eyes pierced into him “First off...I don’t know you, second you are interrupting the session, thirdly...don’t you ever, EVER fucking talking about The Warden that way again, now shut the FUCK up and let her finish.” dropping the weasel he went beach into line along with his two friends, the weasel gasping for air slowly rose to his feet. “W-wha...fucking WHAT?! SHE’S the warden?!” The lizard clenched his fists ready for an all on brawl, giving the weasel the final hint to be silent...but not having the ability “But...what do you care, she’s the law, man! You really gonna let a DAME walk all over you, WHY?”

Rather than start a fight the lizard crossed his arms and took a long breath without looking at the spazzy nuisance beside him “She has beat us in hand to hand, verbally brutalized us into submission, she has brought some of the hardest and coldest to tears with her BARE hands and words, brought to the edge of breaking, something no one else has done in our lifetimes” Slowly baring his teeth and glaring down at the short stack cyborg “In short, your cock talking about someone we have come to respect...and in turn she has come to respect us. We actually have it good in here, we earned perks no one else has. So learn quickly short one, you play nice in here and good things come your way...even if you're here for good.”

Rubbing his throat and growling he looked up just as the warden was finishing up “You behave, you get treats, you misbehave and you get ‘motivations’ until morale improves da? Welcome to the Tartarus little ones!” With that she took a nod of her head and backed out, two escort guards following behind. The guards sounded off for the prisoners to move on to the cell blocks “Alright children MOVE it, in your cells for personal time until 02:00 hours then it lights out! The weasel took a moment to move as his eyes had been fixed on the lapin the whole time, swearing he could smell her even amongst all the testosterone around him.


Funneling into their assigned cell blocks, then their individual cells “Fuck man...I get out of here she is DEFINATELY coming with...even if she says no that ass is MINE.” Saying it out loud he immediately regretted it, as he looked to his right and saw that his cellmate was the massive lizard who had nearly choked him out. The lizard snarled but then calmed down, there was no point in getting mad at this little shit every time. “Get in here, shut the hell up.” The weasel moved forward, feeling up his collar to try and adjust it, then noticed something on it. Feeling around the front he found the main panel was open, possibly damaged from the lizard crushing his windpipe. The lizard didn’t even look back up as he heard the weasel fiddling with it “I wouldn’t if I were you…” Hesitating for a moment then immediately ignoring it the weasel kept pushing buttons until, finally it unlocked “ha HA!! YES! Time to wreak havok and get the fuck out of here! Running outside of the cell he yelled out to the other prisoners “Guys! Come on, JAILBREAK!!” His excitement seemed to turn to anger as he waited for the guards to come at him, as he watched a few of them indeed approaching he glanced around and noticed that none of the other prisoners were joining him. “Damn cowards!”

As he prepared to fight all three guards before him solo, they stopped just short of him. Looking confused he waited to see what move they would make, yet they remained still, one of them even dawning a smirk. “What are you playing at?! COME ON! Bring it ya milk drinking law sucking pricks!” As he clenched his cybernetic fists a long drawn out sigh could be heard from back in his cell “You poor...deluded damn fool…” Glancing back at the lizard who hadn’t moved at all from his bed, in fact had been reading a book. “What are you on about?! You know nothing about me, don’t try to downgrade me just because you're too much of a coward to fight for your freedom!”

Groaning and letting his book fall to his chest, kept on the page he was reading, the lizard looked out the door at what his mind would consider ‘dead man walking’ “How...just HOW did you survive day ONE as a mercenary? You have missed a lot of details around you.” The weasel looked confused for a few reasons as his eyes darted around, how did this freak know he was a merc? What details? “The majority of cell doors around the block are still open, they can walk out freely as they wish, they aren’t joining you because they don’t care too...they know better, they’ve learned. What part of she has earned our respect, didn’t get through that stone skull of yours? Next, the guards. Did you not notice that some of them have numbers on their uniforms as well?”

Slowly looking around at the cell block, most of the doors were in fact open, some of the prisoners were at the doorways watching him, as if waiting for the show to begin. Looking at the guards before him. Two of the three had digits on their uniform and although unseen to him, also on their backs. “You also missed a detail on me, did you not notice I DON’T have numbers on me?” The weasel's eyes went wide as he froze in place, before he could reply the lizard decided to add a final detail the weasel missed “Oh, and she’s right behind you.”

Whipping around to look up at the towering lapin he threw his fist out of whiplash reaction, only for it to be easily caught and bent backwards, making him whimper and descend to a knee. “Ah, ahh fuck! What the hell!” A less than impressed lapin stared down at him, then looked up to her guards, nodding at them they went ‘at ease’. “All bark, no bite, all mouth, no backbone.” Crushing his first further down with ease she gave a soft growl, causing another yowl of pain from the weasel “All spite...no fight, Pozor!! ‘Disgrace!!’.

While annoyed and irritated by his foolishness and disrespect to her prison, her guards and the lizard still within his cell, she looked inside at the massive scaly and smirked softly, he simply nodded “Ma’am.” Looking back at the weasel she reached down and picked him up by his throat then pinned him against the wall, watching him flail uselessly she decided to enlighten the dim witted short stack “The cell doors remain open because they HAVE indeed learned, because of this they have been allowed to roam freely until lights out, they want a snack before bed? Fine, go get one. They want to trade books in the library because they have more intellectual tastes in entertainment? Very well. They wish to have a word with me? Fine, my door is always open to them.”

The weasel clambered at her arm and wrist, even with her cybernetic arms he couldn’t make her budge an inch, it was obvious how powerful she might be visually between the toned body and the towering height but just HOW strong WAS this bitch? “Next, the guards. Yes some of them have numbers, why? They still ARE technically prisoners but they have earned some of the highest respect I have ever put out for anyone, they EARNED their right to work here through the redemption program as well as put little shits like you in their place!”

Throwing him to the floor and letting him gasp for air she continued “However, those are the minor details da? The major ones now...first, him.” the weasel grabbed onto the doorway to bring himself up, only to be looking right up into the lizard who was staring back down at him “His name is Tyranax ‘Brutus’ Mechalemo, most here just call him Tyr. HE has been here the longest HE has my FULL respect...he is the only one currently in this facility who has ehh...what to call it.”

Thinking for a few seconds she gave a soft chuckle “Graduated, from the redemption program. Which technically makes him second in command in this prison.” Leaning down she decided to instill just a bit more fear into the small one “Which in turn automatically makes you his bitch, I’d tread carefully if I were you.He has no numbers because he is not labeled as a prisoner anymore, he is free to leave and go home whenever he wishes. He stays, because he wants to.”

Between a rock and a busty place the weasel started to get panicky, looking up as Tyr spoke “I stay because I would follow her to hell and back, she calls my name, I am there. NO ONE...has ever earned the right to bark orders at me, until I came here and met her. I have never seen someone like her, beauty and stature of a goddess but a heart of gold and spiked iron, one who is NEVER willing to surrender or back down. Heh, hell sometimes her and I spar for fun, good exercise let me tell ya.”

The weasel looked around breathing heavily and made a quick, albeit poor decision. Turning to his left to bolt and make a run for it, only to get tripped by Tyr “Oops, did ya slip there? Gotta be careful around these platforms.” Chuckling he reaches down to grab the weasel and is stopped by the warden, looking at her with slight confusion as her face turned from annoyance to an expression that could only be described as “Do me a favor and hold him da?” without hesitation he picked Fritz and held up by a full nelson lock.
Stepping in a sensual fashion right in front of them she grabs Fritz’ muzzle “I can already tell you will be a challenge to break, not because of willpower, strength, training of the mind or even stubbornness. No, your problem is your stupidity. It’s what landed you here in the first place, it’s what got you in the position you're currently forced into.” Her gaze went into a stare that could kill as she got as close as she could, eye to eye with him. “You took that contract, you had one target to eliminate...one, get on board and take the one VIP out silently, isn’t that right? Your stupidity and reckless mind made you lazy...you wanted the money nothing more, a few hundred men, women, ‘her tone growing colder’ ...children on those ships you destroyed.”

“Your employer is the one who turned you in, since all the other diplomats had been murdered he was the number one suspect. He wanted to cover his own ass so he had it all pinned on you, sleezy but the right thing to do. I’m not worried about him though, he’s going through his own personal nightmare I assure you. As will you, as all this comes to my point about you, that being I cannot break simply through physical prowess like many in this facility No, you must be broken down on the BASE level, DEEP within.”

Struggling and trying to get free he snarled at the lapin “Fuck YOU bitch! Ain’t no dame gonna make ME scared and walk all over me, especially some tough acting more tits than brains RABBIT!” Trying to spit in her face, only for the spit to dribble down his muzzle she simply shook her head and smirked “Look into my eyes...tell me, what do you see?” unable to look away he began to struggle less, dread began to flow over him as those fiery golden pools pierced into him. His mind felt like it was getting torn into, the dread began to feel like cold ice within, leading to the cries of pain and suffering in the darkest reaches of his mind of those he had hurt and killed.

The feeling of ice making his body weak, feeling like he’s unable to move. His breathing started to get heavy and labored, her head twitching trying to look away as the feeling of drowning washed over him. It suddenly hit him what this mixture of sensations, pitfalls and cries in his head were...fear. “N-no!! Get away from me, get out of my fucking head!!” screaming loudly he thrashed to and fro until the lapin looked at Tyr with a blank face “Aaaand drop him.” Letting Fritz go, the weasel BOLTED into his cell and crawled up into his bad shaking and twitching, breathing quick and fast as he hid his head under his arms curling into a ball.

Tyr, looking both shocked and impressed, looked at him then back at his ‘boss’ “What the hell was that! U-um..ma’am?” she simply patted his chest and smiled “Fear...is a powerful motivator.” Place the same hand on her hip and having a far more relaxed pose “You think he’ll figure out that the collars panel was removed and not broken as a small test for him? Or the fact that you get the information of all newcomers at the same pace I do?”

Tyr gave a chuckle and shrugged “Does it matter now?” looking into the cell at the weasel he decided to have a slip of fun himself with the cowering cyborg “You should just be happy she didn’t bring the gavel to ring on your tin ass.” The weasel slipped under his covers to hide. Seeing this the lapin gave a quick head tilt she raised her brow “No, I suppose not. HOWEVER, something that DOES matter is...I believe it’s time.” Tyr looked back at her and raised his own brow “Time, ma’am?” Nodding she looked at the three guards behind her, opening a line to the PA system of the entire prison “Listen up little ingrates!! I have a mission I need to go on, no telling when I will be back, no telling how it will go to affect my time. Until I DO however, I want you to say hello to your new head of prison operations! Tyranax, the scaled apocalypse himself!! While I am gone he is in charge, IS THAT CLEAR?!!”

In unison the prison yelled out the lapin “YES WAR-DEN!!” Gesturing for Tyr to follow the guards she struts along the path towards her office and the exit. “Bring Tyr up to his office and get him his weapon and armor back, set him up for success and watch his back, I’m late for the briefing of my mission with the princess.” They nod and then bow as she leaves their presence, Tyr’s eyes on her hips and ass, a mixture of shameful perversion for how much he lusted for her and yet sadness of seeing her leave for who knows how long. A female rhino guard waved towards him “Hey, I know it’s a thing of hypnosis but come on, you got work to do!”

As he began walking with her and two other escorts he sniffed the air and regained some solace from picking up some of her scent still hovering around “There goes...the baddest ass on this entire fucking island.” The rhino looked up at him and grinned “You sound like your in love boy.” as they turned down the hall out of the block Tyr held his head high in a sign that he would prove himself to her with his new position “...I am”












The island's inhabitants outside of the prison were getting their daily dose of the nightlife, bars, parties, clubs and even what some would call a five star red light district, clean, professional and welcoming to visitors and permanent residents alike. With some of the best entertainment combined with some of the most advanced tech known, it all had to be kept running smoothly and with a level head. When it all came down to it the decisions and paths to take on major notions fell upon the monarchy.

Generations of the Fire, Moon and Love lines had brought the island and its residents through the toughest of times and the best. The most recent of them however was the first to make major changes and decisions that made the people worried, anxious and scared at first. In the end however the intentions were clear, without at least some new blood flowing in as well as innovations that included parts of the outside world, they could never really flourish. Trade with trusted persons and lands had taken place, possible residency was open to outsiders, ideas and projects shared with the most brilliant of minds to better things for all.

She never wore things that a proper ruler would, never felt the need too. Times have changed and in order to keep up with the changes one had to evolve and revolve, even when it came down to their fashion sense, she also felt it was best if no one recognized her as royalty. She had dressed and acted the part at first but after so many open attempts at marriage proposals from posers, power seekers and just plain creeps, it was enough to make her tone down the monarchy visual, though it never really stopped the creeps from asking, staring at her curvy ass, bountiful breasts and what she had heard someone call ‘breeding hips’.
She would always turn the other cheek though, she had little time and even shorter patience for such nuisances. Besides, her subjects loved and cherished her enough to take care of those problems for her anyway. With the island and her crew known as The Regulators to run, contracts to give out and have completed, dangerous individuals, creatures, devils, monsters and even angelic’s with delusions of grandeur to reel in and take down she had more than her plate full.Thinking over it all and having a slight feeling of overwhelmed she took a breath of the late night air slowly, smiling even with such a feeling as she never had to do it alone, she had mentors, advisors a beautiful nexus lapin to keep track of everything going on and some of the best minds the universe could provide...even if one or two them were a bit...eccentric.

As she cleared her head walking through the upper garden of the mountain, the bunny hybrid princess of DarkWood Mountain isle looked over the ornate stone pathway down upon the island's many lights, music and sounds of merriment and party. Her steps light but clearly heard with her boots hitting the stone, along with the unique spurs upon them. While admiring the beauty of the sky and the garden, the vines and flowers moved with her as if to reach out to her and bloom.

She still wondered what she was about to walk into as she reached the entrance to a small bunker that had been unused since the incident 20 years ago, Zakeria had asked for a private meeting which she was fine with, what was throwing her off is the fact she requested it way out HERE. Reaching the entrance she pushed it open and closed it behind her, taking the few steps down and in she looked around. The darkened room lit up slowly by the crystals recognizing her presence as well as another that had just arrived from the other side, the stature and boot stomps easily recognizable.

“Sugah,mind telling me why the hell we’re way out here and not in my office having a drink instead for this meetin’. n’ why did you bring your ‘gavel’?” The gold and white lapin stepped forward and took a seat on a slightly dusty pillow then gestured to the other across from her “I will explain, please sit.” Slowly sitting down on the pillow, the princess leaned forward ready to listen. The gavel the princess referred to being the massive runic titan hammer on the warden's back, surging the energy the warden syphoned through the air and channeled into it for massive explosions and hits through the hollow in the middle of its head.

Though the real origins of the hammer couldn’t be traced as it had just been unearthed upon her arrival to the island. It had simply come to the warden once she set foot on the isle, from then on it was clear her place was among the regulators and possibly more, hence how she got her position and title. The hammer she had come to nickname, Efirnyy Gibel Gustav, roughly translating into ‘Airy Doom Cannon’. “I selected this place commander, because I knew that Trixia did not have eyes and ears on it, unless you WANT her knowing about her daughter disobeying her and running off to do the hero thing, I’m amazed she doesn’t yet with that young little ones adventures appearing all over news streams.”

The princess laughed softly “Zakeria, for all we know she DOES and she’s waiting for one of us to come forward.” Zakeria nodded in agreement, then decided that was a good opener for her point of arranging this meeting. “All the more reason to leave for a while, among others.” looking at Zakeria with confusion the princess leaned forward.”Leave? As in LEAVE the island? Why?” Zakeria took a sharp breath and pushed “Hirosaki...princess, please hear me out. I am sick of playing these cloak and dagger bits with the doctor over the poor young one we sent out into the wolves den. You know as well as I do the reason he has done this is to lure out his old colleague, that madman won’t be able to resist her fused dna for long. You KNOW he will keep sending more and more monsters and may even eventually come out himself.”

Hirosaki groaned and shook her head “You called me all the way out here for this? Look first off we didn’t send her anywhere, she was on board with this. Second we are neutral and must remain as such, we can’t just go running in there and act like a high and mighty force. ShadowSurge isn’t technically a regulator, she’s too young and too inexperienced but she wanted to make a difference so we helped her out on a different front.”

Zakeria shot back with a sharper tone “YES! Inexperienced and we just sent her into THAT mess, grand decision! A decision made by someone she sees as her LEADER, someone she trusts! Another thing is that this isn’t JUST about her, we have Kross sending out his musings, capturing innocents to make more dangerous strains and combinations. This Metal Guerilla of whom I don’t entirely trust around our young protege, SVASCI running among, behind the front of what looks to be a super high speed death race and doing who KNOWS what with those that get destroyed!!.” Noting on the fact that even though the cycles and cars were destroyed...no bodies were ever found. "Also been coming across rumors of a new unknown Cult moving into the area!"

“Not to mention ShadowSurge’s new keeper, last I talked to her I sensed something, I do believe she’s…” The look on Hirosaki’s face went slightly wide “You serious? Shit…” Zakeria nodded eagerly “All the more reason she needs our help, that balance we try to keep between these factors, not to mention the other evils that reside there are all going to create a cataclysmic shitstorm!!” Zakeria leaned in a bit more “There’s something else as well...I think ShadowSurge was telling the truth about Hector capturing those from the mainland for fuck knows what reason.”

Slapping some papers down in front of the princess she leaned back and folded her arms, watching the papers being flipped through “You know me, you know my history and what I am Hirosaki, you know that I can feel things in the air you can’t. There have been counts of energy surges around the robotics labs, Hector’s labs. I believe these surge’s are from the long range teleporters, but even I can’t completely nail it down as evidence.”

Hirosaki put the papers back down “Those energy readings could be anything on this island, you know the kind of tech we work with, I looked at all the documents that he sent me when I demanded them, some of them seemed...odd but they WERE indeed all authorized.” Zakeria returned to her harsher tone “He could have changed the files, he MADE SVASCI for fucks sake the man’s intelligence knows no bounds! He could flip your personal terminal and you wouldn’t even know it!”

Punching the floor and making a small crater the commander got up and paced by the holes in the walls that served as windows for the entrance. “You think I don’t know that?! You think I haven’t THOUGHT about that as a possibility?!” Zakeria growled and looked away, folding her arms, shocked by the stubbornness of her proud leader, especially being that SHE was one of her closest advisors.

Hirosaki turned and leaned against a window, though Zakeria couldn’t see it, her face was going from anger and annoyance to worry and slight concern. “Z...listen…I...” Zakeria perked an ear, annoyed but listening nonetheless, the princess removing her head and rubbing her face “I know this...I know all of this and your right. It will and already IS greatly upsetting the balance and causing destruction, chaos and fear.” Turning her head to look at Hirosaki with concern of her own, she perked both ears, Hirosaki NEVER took her hat off as it hid her deepest secret which lay on her forehead, usually invisible but showing at times of anger or stress.

“I cannot do it when not on a contract though, I might get called if they see I’m free, you know that. Sure I can leave but if something comes through the others can’t handle or that requires my direct attention.” Zakeria interrupted her “They CAN handle it, YOU, me and the other tier 5’s personally trained them and prepared them. Hirosaki sighed softly before lowering her head piercings glistening between the moonlight outside and the crystal lighting within.

“Even so, you know that all sides ask for my attention at any moment and if I’m not out ‘working’ I have to answer. No one from the island can contact me either, only someone from the outside and of a high calling can do so.” A moment's silence between the two before a ‘bulb’ lightened up in Zakeria’s mind. “...I’ll do it.” Hirosaki slightly turned her head “Do what? Go on your own? You can, you're not under the pin like we are, you aren’t from here.”

Standing up and taking a commanding pose and excited tone “No, I’LL contract you! You know me, you know my history, you know what I am! I have that ‘high calling’, only by technicality but still!” Shaking her head and furiously putting her hat back on, Hirosaki remained in place “You can’t, you work with me from the island itself.” Zakeria smirked and gave a blunt response “You said those who are FROM here can’t…” taking some steps forward the taller lapin spoke directly in Hirosaki’s face “...but I’m not FROM here, now am I?”

Slowly turning her head to Zakeria then back out the window remaining silent made the hammer wielding bunny even more irritated as she started storming toward the exit, Hirosaki putting her fingers up to her ear, a soft beep could be heard from a small communicator she was wearing, making Zakeria stop in her tracks as the bunny hybrid behind her spoke “Captain Cordelia, need to make this short darlin’, get the Teumessian Krinn ready for launch. I’ve been contracted to the mainlands and it’s going to be a multi party campaign.” On the other side of the line a bright multi shaded blue and white french vixen was running to her hydro fortress to get it up and running, ringing the alarms to wake her crew “Oi madame! We will be up and ready to go in no more than one hour! I am slightly embarrassed to say that madame Zakeria had already spoken to me and told me that we may be going to help dusk shaded lapin, so we were mostly ready anyway, upside though is I know of a naval base that is along the cities shores and are friendly to us, we can dock there!” Hirosaki simply blinked “...right, thanks shugah, see you soon.”

Zakeria whipped around and looked back at Hirosaki “Ma’am?!” Hirosaki lifted up front the window and began pressing some buttons on her arm mounted holoboard “The crew will move and load anything we need, if you have any personal affects you wish to take along you have one hour, move!” Zakeria ran and hugged Hirosaki tightly making the princess hug in return and pat her back “Yeah, yeah, now hurry up! You have a ship to be on!” Running out the door Zakeria began planning all the simple but important things she would bring with her, chances are they would be there a long time. Letting off a soft chuckle the commander turned to the other door to prepare herself, it was the start of a long and hard contract to fill, and she didn't want to waste any time.