The next segment of Obsidians story with a guest appearance.
I hope you like the gift Sev <3

The mechanical hum of the elevator was the only sound that accompanied Obsidian upon her downward descent to the basement of the lab. Mira had given her much to debate in her mind; the feline’s sanity being the first thing in question. There were certain aspects, particular little ticks that her new employer had about her that pointed toward the more… colorful side of the sanity spectrum. The most obvious was how highly she thought herself above the normal, mundane plane of existence; her idle dismissive nature to almost everything showed her disinterest in what she thought beneath her. From what Obsidian could see, she was a melting pot of crazy; a subtle crazy, but crazy nonetheless. Shaking her head violently, the spragon dispelled her idle, and slightly judgmental, thoughts about Mira and focused once more upon the task at hand. On her way to the elevator, Guss, the medbay bot, had handed her a small tablet for her to use while on missions. As it was now, it only held a map with her target pinpointed upon it and limited access to Miratech’s database; there was an entire folder filled with sub-folders all marked restricted that could only be accessed by Mira herself. Rolling her eyes at the small amount of info she had to work with, Obsidian slowly moved through the files upon the prison into which she was headed. Most of the felons upon the registry were the normal scum you’d expect: murderers, thieves, rapists, a mixture of all of the above. But for all the normality, it would seem that the upper levels of the correctional facility were merely a front to turn away prying eyes.

Upon scanning over the blue prints, looking for the best possible entry point, the inquisitive spragon found designs for six levels beneath the originally three. In a notion of curiosity, she checked the prisoner registry once again, this time paying close attention to the cell block numbers. As it turned out, her suspicion was right: the first half of the registry, which totaled to about five hundred inmates, was on the first three levels; The other five hundred were housed below, away from the public’s prying eyes. If the warden was taken out of the picture… pure chaos would ensue, as the inmates wouldn’t wait until the body was cold before they rioted. And if the hypothetical riots were successful… then a deluge of crime would rain upon the world. Could this have been what Mira was after? Once again, the spragon merely shook her head, this time with a bit of a grin plastered upon her usually stoic visage. It wasn’t like she cared much for what Mira’s plans were, just as long as she kept her end of the bargain, she had no qualms whatsoever.

With the small ringing of a synthesized bell, the elevator came to a halt at last. As the doors rolled open, Obsidian’s concentration was interrupted by a shadow looming over her slightly, blocking off the light from the hallway before her. It was a horse of sorts, all black save for the red highlights in her hair. As her eyes studied the female for a but a moment she shrugged, didn’t know her and didn’t really matter. Still, she stowed her venom for the moment and slowly nodded her head in a silent greeting. The equine, in turn, did the same, whispering some small word of greeting as they passed each other; Obsi leaving the elevator and the equine entering it. Puzzled for a moment at the odd meeting, Obsidian merely shrugged it off with only a minute’s thought. As she approached the metallic door, the pressurized locks released with a sigh of air, revealing the blue lit room in which the portals sat.

Stowing the data pad in her back, the spragon cracked her knuckles slowly; those ruby orbs staring down the sprawling nether before her. This was it… the moment where her life would begin anew. She was born for the life of an assassin… this is where she would show the world just how terrifying she could be. With a small exhalation of breath in light premeditation, Obsidian’s boot clad paws thumped upon the floor, shrinking the distance between her and the portal’s swirling surface. As the chilling touch of the nether gripped her body, those dark ruby red eyes closed lightly; the travel from the space station to the designated infiltration point quick and quite painless. The roar of the ocean echoed in the background, mingling with the cries of the scant crowd of gulls that gathered to scavenge the coast for a meal. The brine tickled at that sensitive pink nose as she stood there, hair being tossed and teased by eddies that blew in from the oceans’ surface. Obsidian had arrived at the west side of the dunes, which sacrificed closer distance for cover. Wasting no time to take in the foggy coastline, the stealthy spragon slowly began to make her way across the sands; the towering prison looming in the horizon. In order to safely infiltrate the heavily guarded building, she would need to dispatch of the tower guards and silence the alarms, something that would be tricky, but not impossible. As she glided through the dunes as stealthily as a shadow, Obsidian’s gold tipped ears perked up to catch any distinctive noise that rose about the crash of the waves. After a good twenty minutes of trekking through the invasive sands, the spragon finally reached the thick chain gate that enveloped the entire prison base in barb wired grasp.

Keeping her distance behind a pile of smooth rocks, the assassin dug into her pack to produce a small visor. Using it’s zoom technology, she studied the rotations of the guards in attempt to find a small blind spot. While she did have authorization to kill all that either discovered her or resisted her, Obsidian knew better than to alert the enemy of her presence; it would put her target in a more protective state, thus lowering the chance of success. As the guards moved about on the top tier of the tower and the cameras turned from right to left, the spragon took a small window of opportunity to make a dash for the less protected side of the prison gate. Due to information revealed to Mira from an outside source, Obsidian knew that the west side of the gate was down, due to major repairs to the security equipment. This small bit of info was all that she needed to make a clean, smooth entrance into the nearly impregnable prison. When at last she made it to the west gate, those slender fingers slipped around the polished handle of a small laser cutter. Setting the beam length to maximum, she then aimed it directly at a small segment of the barbed wire that lined the top, cutting away a sizeable portion to ensure a safe climb up. As the bladed wire fell silently upon the cushioned sandy ground, Obsidian’s lithe form shot straight up, clinging to the small holes in the chain linked fence. As silent as she could, the spragon scaled the black wire wall until her body was able to launch itself over and down upon the cool sand below.

“That’s one thing to check off the list…” Mused Obsidian to herself in a hushed whisper, her hands dusting the sand off of her pants. Without a moment to waste, she sprung into a swift sprint, laying her body flat against the steel walls of the fortress prison. “Now… if I’m not mistaken, the control room should be on the first floor, but how do I get in?” Pondering for a moment, her ruby orbs cast an analytical gaze upon the wall she desperately clung to. There was no way she could scale the walls and use the roof, too exposed… but there was a set of double windows higher up on the walls.

After finishing her look around and pretty much having to face the realization that the window was her best shot, Obsidian dug once more into the pack she was given to find some sort of climbing tool… if the Danish robot had any sort of mind to pack it. Digging around in the contents, she found what appeared to be a small axe, complements of the dear medbot surely, and a small spring powered grapple gun.

“Perfect, just what I need! … The axe is a smidge overboard, though.” Giving a small chuckle, the spragon effortlessly aimed the grapple gun at the gutters just inches under the roof; her light frame would gentle enough upon the soft metal of the gutter. Complete with a silencer, the gun made not a peep as it launched the hooked grapple high into the air with gravity doing its part to hook the blades firmly into the gutter. With a harsh pull, she tested the strength of the rope and, finding it to her satisfaction, that curvaceous body slowly began to ascend upward; the guards still none the wiser about her presence.

Once the windows gave way and Obsidian found herself inside the heated interior of the prison, she found that she had struck it incredibly lucky. For the window led straight into a hallway that led right to the security control room. With light steps she moved down the hallway, her body low in a crouched posture to avoid notice. There was only one security camera fixated in the corner of the hallway; an old model by the looks of it. As silent as a shadow, the spragon crept up behind it as it froze facing right, and, with a bit of chuckle, her fingers curled to unsheathe her claws; Running the razor sharp edges over the thin, flimsy wiring, Obsidian managed to fray it just enough to shut it down; given that it was in the west wing, which was undergoing repairs similar to the outer area, the security crew thought it nothing more than a malfunction they would fix later. The door to the control room was just inches away now and Obsi’s silent steps drew her body ever closer to it. When at last she reached the heavy oaken door, she slipped inside, only to find it nearly empty. The only one watching the monitors was an older cougar with her legs propped up upon the desk in front of her in a lazy fashion. A small blow to the back of her head with the butt of the grapple gun was all that was needed to knock the cougar out, thus giving Obsidian free reign to set all of the cameras to offline and silence the alarms. Taking the fallen body of the cougar into the small bathroom adjacent to room with the computers, she made sure to both gag and bind the incapacitated cougar, so as to not have any interruptions. Obsidian could have killed her… yet something was holding her back, it was like she wanted to prove to herself that she wasn’t just a senseless killer… That she could do whatever she wanted in a way that she chose herself.

With the guard incapacitated and the cameras offline, all she needed to do now was to find device that sounded the alarms and somehow disable it. Finding a large red button under a covering of plexi-glass was no hard feat, but the engineers who designed the room and all the machines within it were one step ahead of her. In order to open the latch that held the cover down over the button, she needed to first pull out a small lever that would pop open the protective covering, allowing full access to the device. But what Obsidian wasn’t counting on as the fact that a silent alarm was placed whenever the skillfully hidden fingerprint locks on the underside of the handle detected prints not found in the prison database. So when the spragon went to silence the alarms, before that slender digit could come to rest upon the reflective surface of the button, the alarms already were blaring all throughout the base; she had been discovered.

Cursing loudly, Obsidian kicked her legs into motion and scrambled for the door; it was clear that whoever this warden was, she was just as careful as Mira when it came to their domains. As the guards began to stream down the hallways, the spragon knew that it once again would have to be a bloodbath. Shots fired from virtually every direction as the spragon tore down the halls, gunning straight for the warden’s office. At every turn, a small pile was made as numerous guards fell to the swift slicing blows from the curved dagger in Obsidian’s hands; her body danced and twirled around, barely dodging bullets and closing the distance between her and her assailants. As she made it to the stairwell, her body heaving and drenched with sweat, the spragon cast a glance backward to admire her small bit of handy work: the white floors ran slick with blood and the air hang heavy with the subtle cheers of prisoners as their tormentors fell to the ground as lifeless husks. Continuing onward, the last two upper levels were turned into the same ocean of blood and entrails as the lethal spragon tore through them; the guards never stood a chance against the combination of angelic grace and power packed, subtle muscles. When at last she made it to the beginnings of the forth level, Obsidian’s mouth creased up into a small grin: there was her target, a tall, lanky black cat with shaggy red hair and a green uniform stepping out of a small office off to the side.

Slowing her pace to a standstill, the spragon eyed the warden slowly; the supple curves of the feline’s body and the staggering size of her chest clearly showed how she landed her position. “… The warden of this fine establishment, I presume?” Obsidian spoke softly; her tone calm and adding a chilling effect to her bloodstained form.

“You’re looking at her, love… though, you shouldn’t have come in such a rugged, brutish outfit… and have at least showered first.” Quipped the nasally sounding feline snootily as her arms folded across her chest. “Let me guess… One of my many enemies sent you here to kill me? At least this time it’s a bit more entertaining. Congratulations, you’re the first one to eliminate most of my upper floor guards… though, they are a bunch of weak cunts, are they not?”

For all of the attitude she sported, Obsi could see as plain as day that the feline was subtly shaken; a small twitch here or there sold out her true emotions. Shifting into a slight crouching position, Obsidian slowly spun the dagger in her hand idly. “I see. So, you’re used to this, are you? Then why are your knees shaking? There’s not a draft that I can feel, so I’m guessing you’re pissing your pretty little pants right about now…” As she chuckled a low and sinister chuckle, the spragon ceased the twirling of her knife and slowly tensed her leg muscles.

The telling twitch of the hybrid creature’s legs flashed warning signs in the black cat’s mind; she knew she needed to get away and let one of the more… experienced inhabitants of her paradise deal with this intruder. Reaching into her pocket, the frantic black cat produced a small vial of a clear liquid; obviously synthesized in a lab somewhere. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she smashed the vial upon the ground, resulting in a small, temporarily blinding explosion of light. “If you want me, you’re going to have to prove yourself to me, sugar! Just try and keep up!” The warden’s tone faltered some as her fear became ever more apparent.

Cursing a bit under her breath, Obsidian’s body reeled from the small explosion; her eyes took a moment she didn’t quite have in the plans to adjust. Taking off after the fleeing warden, the mildly bloodthirsty spragon effortlessly matched her pace eventually. But when she stopped at a certain cell on the cellblock furthest in the back and produced a small card key, Obsidian’s frenzied pace had to slow to a halt. Was she really… letting a prisoner out? Just what sort of nutjob was this warden?

“Kill the assassin, Seven, and win your freedom! Do it, you worthless sack of dog excrement!” Shouted the warden as she sought to take refuge behind the thick, white painted steel door; as if that would protect her from the assassin come to claim her life.

The prisoner that lurched out of the shadows of the cell looked beyond weary; years of sitting in a cell obviously had affected those once proud muscles he sported. The horned canine groggily followed the warden’s wavering finger was pointing. The sight of the spragon and her mildly revealing outfit caused the canine to arch a brow; he could very easily end her life with a few simple shots to those exposed vital points… not the most tactical of outfits in his opinion. As those weary eyes gazed hard upon her, Obsidian’s body tensed a bit. She knew this prisoner could be trouble; his body just teemed with experience in combat. With her grip on her knife tightening and her free hand drifting back to grasp the desert eagle that lay in its holster, Obsidian’s mouth pulled back into a threatening snarl.

“I wouldn’t follow that order, prisoner, if I were you… It may just be the last thing you’ll ever do on this god forsaken earth.” Obsidian growled softly, ready to pounce on a moment’s notice. The situation was becoming increasing complicated… Obsi knew she needed to get a grasp on things and fast; she wasn’t going to let this man take her down… not after Mira had taken her in.
Sev’s brow arched even further at the threat that came his way. “Oh? Let me guess… you want me to just go back in the cell and not try to do anything like this?” As the sarcastically noted words left his lips, those hefty arms turned and gripped the warden by the collar; her body slowly rose up in the air as the prisoner restrained her. “Don’t think I’m going to listen to that threat of yours, woman. Sorry.”

Puzzled even further by the blatant betrayal, Obsidian’s body kept its tense posture; she didn’t quite care who the male was at the moment… and the warden was her sole target and her target needed to die. Wasting no time whatsoever and throwing all caution to the wind, the spragon’s body took off like a bullet towards the dangling warden. In a flash quicker than lightning, the blade in her hand lashed out against the black feline’s throat; her aim was keen and precise, slicing directly at the jugular. Rather than waiting for the feline to bleed out, the desert eagle that lay tucked in its holster tore out of its home and came to rest upon the blood soaked warden’s chin. In the breath of a second that small metal trigger was pulled twice, effectively pulling off a double tap straight into the warden’s skull. Blood splattered upon the ceiling and grey chunks of brain matter rained down upon the steel floor steadily… there was no question about it, Obsidian had finished her task with astonishing grace and excessive force.

Obsidian’s body remained tense even as she hit the floor; the spragon falling into a posture fit for another strike. The male canine that was left holding a bloody carcass was still a problem that needed to be dealt with. To her skillful execution of the warden, Sev was struck instantly with infectious adrenaline. Dropping the still warm corpse in his and dodging out of the way of the female assassin, the canine pivoted upon his hands and landed in a combat stance. Though she probably had no clue as to who he was, the prisoner wasn’t about to stake his newfound freedom upon that fact. Not a word was said between the two skilled combatants as the other prisoners, alerted by the sounds of combat and witnessing the death of the warden, began to raise their voices in cheer; they wanted to see one of the most nefarious inmates go toe to toe with this strange assassin. Both stood their ground, bodies tense in case one decided to make a move. As curious as she was, Obsidian wanted to test this man… just to see if he really was as skilled as he looked. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a small, sharp stone that she had picked up on the way in; the edges upon the bit of rock sharp enough to at least break the first layers of epidermis. With a well aimed toss, she sent the small projectile sailing straight towards the canine. Almost instantly, his hand lashed out in retaliation, sending the pebble sailing back towards the spragon, whom didn’t bother herself with catching it, as her hypothesis was proven: this man could probably match her step for step.

To up the game, the curious spragon thought to test his speed further. The trek across the dunes, as well as the rampage through the upper floors and taking the effects of the warden’s flash bomb first hand, left Obsidian’s body rather low on the energy side; the last big burst of it being used to execute the warden. Seeing as how a direct fight was out of the question, she merely moved her body out of his path fluidly; it was as if she had never been there. “Well done.” She whispered softly, giving recognition to his speed; those dark ruby eyes focused heavily upon the inmate, her mind memorizing every detail about him.

Testing him once again, she bent low and charged straight for his gut; fists at the ready to land a flurry of blows, if she were successful. When he stepped back to avoid the rain of punches, the spragon’s toned arms pushed her off of the ground, sending her flying backwards. As she landed, her steel plated boot swept to kick his feet out from under him, but once again her dodged, leaping behind her and landing upon the ground in a crouched position; his right hand flat before him and his legs tense as if he were ready to jump once more. Thoroughly impressed by his display of agility, Obsidian cracked a wicked smile and once again rushed him; this time her aim was true, resulting in the Sixxan’s body to be pinned upon the ground. As her knee dug into his stomach softly, the every teasing spragon gave canine a small wink and flicked her forked tongue out to lash against his nose. Then, reaching into her pack at her side, she gripped the axe that the Danish medbot had left and, in the spirit of pure theatrics, slammed the blade of the razor sharp axe down into the floor beside Sev’s head. Without missing a beat, she was off of the male’s muscular form and sprinting down the wall way; only once did she pause for a single moment to study him further. The form of Sixxan slowly rose, his right hand wrapping about the handle of the axe she had left behind. Quickly turning his head, Sev managed to catch one last glimpse of the mysterious assassin before she disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Left sitting there with the axe in his hand, Sev couldn’t help but study the handle. “… Miratech, huh? I’m guessing I’ll be seeing you again… whoever you are.” With a pained grunt, the fit canine rose to his feet and slowly started down the hallway, having swiped the warden’s card key on his ascent into a standing posture.

Back at the lab, Obsidian’s sweaty, bloodied form lay resting upon the command module as she sought to catch her breath. It didn’t quite go as smooth as she planned, but Mira did say by any means necessary. Sheathing her dagger and her gun, the blood drenched spragon slowly started toward the elevator. When once again inside that solitary box, she slowly turned to her thoughts; letting that male canine live was certainly going to have ramifications with her boss. But there was no one as skilled as she was until now… and the feeling… the idea knowing that was just… intensely elating. When the bell rang out that she had arrived upon the second floor, where the gym and showers were situated, Obsidian stepped out with a rather peppy gait. She did need to go debrief the particulars with Mira, but that could wait until she had her bath… or so she thought.

Just as she was getting into the shower, the intercom system crackled to life. “Obsidian… I would like to see you in my office. Now.” The cold tones of Mira echoed out into the steamed interior of the showers, and she seemed far from pleased. The sheer fact alone that there was any sorts of emotion in the feline’s voice made it clear that Obsidian was in for it. But… why hurry when it’s clear that the outcome is going to be grueling? With that thought firmly in mind, Obsidian continued about her business in the shower, that lovely little belly dance making a second appearance as the suds trickled down her body.





Story and Obsidian are mine
Guest appearance of my good friend skorch skorch
and the art.. belongs to super talented