Galactic Vendetta Chapter 01

Warning: to readers this story features themes of slavery and rape.


Finally all characters engaging in sexual activity are over 18 years old. Due to the constantly changing rules I will not be listing ages.


Galactic Vendetta Part 01.

Mission preparations.

The freighter captain watched the man disembarked his ship he remembered the first time he saw the man.

Never before had he seen a man that so longed for death. That was saying a lot considering all the refugees that have booked passage on his ship. They all have had a hopeless look but this man was something else entirely.

This man didn’t hold himself the way they did. Then there was a darkness in his eyes that he couldn’t describe. When he first saw it he was worried that the man was a danger to his ship and crew.

However that fear diminished when the man found a quiet corner of the cargo hold and lay down. From that moment on the man could always be found in that spot only leaving to eat or use the restroom.

Increasing the mystery with this passenger was the fact he hardly spoke and when he did he would only say a word or two. The captain was sure that the man had said only five words the whole month he was on the ship.

The captain was shaken from his thoughts as the man turned a corner and disappeared from view. The captain turned to his first officer and said how he hoped the man found the peace he was looking for.

As the man disappeared from view he pressed a button on a box hooked his belt and vanished all together. No one noticed the line of footprints that headed towards the many spaceship bone yards that lettered the planet Hendricks.

Admiral Thomas Stilwell was just returning from a walk around the base. Recent reports out of the former Kingdom of Heliopolis had really disturbed and angered him. One thought kept going through his head he had to do something. Unfortunately that brought up the who, what, when, and how questions. He didn’t know he would soon have his answers.

As the admiral sat at his desk he saw him. Standing in the corner of his office was one of the most dangerous men in the universe. He briefly thought about going for the blaster in his desk but realized if the man was here to kill him he would already be dead.

That left only one other reason why the man would be here and what he wanted. As he stared into his eyes he had to ask himself if he could he unleash what he saw before him.

The man was lighter the he remembered like he had been sick. Then there was the fact that his left arm was obviously a prosthetic. The face behind the scraggly beard was of a man with one foot already in the grave.

It wasn’t the man’s physical condition that made the admiral ask himself. It was the anger he saw in the man’s eyes. He knew whatever this man’s anger was focused on was in serious danger.

Finally he had to speak “Do you have a ship?”

To this the man simply nodded his head. The admiral pulled a comm from his desk and tossed it to the man.

“I’ll contact you in a few days after I make the arrangements.” He told the man.

As the admiral bent down to close the desk drawer he took his eyes off of the man for a second. When he looked back to where the man was he was gone.

His eyes immediately searched the room but there was no trace of his visitor. It was as if he was never there. The admiral thought it was a performance fit for a ghost but then again that is what the man was now a ghost.