Rising up from a Nobleman to Intergalactic Warlord!!-Chapter 206

---Victor POV---

"Welcome to the Grakkan Empire, Primarch Stark.", Commander Halls said with all the enthusiasm she could muster. "Please allow me to once again express my sincerest apologies for the rude welcome we gave you a few minutes ago. Over the past few weeks, the Termaine System has been plagued by hundreds of pirate attacks. When we detected your city-ship approaching our location, we assumed the worst..."

"No need to apologize; I would have done the exact same thing in your place. That said, it is abundantly clear that some of your subordinates need better training.", I commented, disembarking Yamato with my family and friends.

Getting a better look at our group now, Halls and company were startled to see xenos amongst my entourage. Given the Imperium's reputation for genocidal xenophobia, their surprise was not unwarranted. Quickly ceasing their gawking, they stood in silence until we reached them.

"Lord Stark, forgive me, but do you really need to bring so many crew members with you? Surely a man of your caliber has no need for bodyguards.", one of the soldiers questioned, much to Halls' annoyance.

"You think we are ordinary crew members?! I have never been so insulted in my entire life.", Tohru scoffed, shooing away the Aesir, Fafnir, and the male Aeldari gods. "Aside from Victor's young daughter here, everyone present is either his mistress or wife. It is to be expected that we would accompany our- "

Grabbing Tohru by the back of her neck, Lucoa applied just enough pressure to shut her up. Reminding her misguided friend that Elma, Ilulu, and she were not official members yet, my wife told her to remain silent unless spoken to. Asking her to nod her head if she understood, Tohru immediately complied.

"As she was saying, these lovely women are my mistresses and wives.", I said, scooping up Nuelalla and placing her on my shoulder. "This adorable child is my daughter, Nuelalla."

"I... I see. You have a beautiful family, Lord Stark.", Halls stated, trying her best to suppress her annoyance. 'Why must I continue suffering this torment?! First, I dealt with Hiro rubbing his partner in my face; now I have a foreign dignitary doing the same. I am the daughter of a marquis and a successful military officer... WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING!!'

"Miss Halls, is everything alright?", Mylene inquired, sensing something was amiss.

"Of course, please do not mind me. I was just taken aback by how stunning all of you are.", Halls replied, giving her a smile before turning toward the bustling boardwalk. "Now, if you will please follow us, we will take you to the branch office."

Walking away with her subordinates before we could respond, my family angrily glared at Tohru. Believing she was the cause of Halls' sudden personality change, they told her to remain silent for the rest of our time aboard Termaine Prime. Caving in under the collective pressure of their gazes, Tohru solemnly nodded in acknowledgement.

Chasing after Halls and her people, we ran past a familiar ship that caught my attention. Doubling back to ensure I was not seeing things, a smile formed on my face when I confirmed it was the Krishna. Noticing that we had stopped, Halls turned around and rejoined us.

"I can tell just by looking at this beauty that she is a cut above most vessels.", I commented, feigning ignorance. "What is this vessel called, and who is its captain?"

"You have a very sharp eye, Lord Stark. This is Krishna, and she is captained by an up-and-coming mercenary named Hiro.", Halls answered with a twinkle in her eye. "Over the past few weeks, Hiro has taken out a record number of space pirates. The mercenary guild has him ranked at gold, but his skills are on par with several platinum pilots I know."

"I bet we can take him!", Samus snickered, giving me a smug smirk. "Right, dear?"

Chuckling at her statement, I agreed that we would trounce him in a ship-on-ship battle. Hoping we would have the opportunity to speak with him before leaving today, we turned away and resumed heading toward the branch office.

---Termaine Prime Bounty Hunter Branch---

Leading us to a rather seedy-looking part of the station, most of the local riffraff scattered when they saw us coming. The few too drunk or stupid to flee fell silent and closely observed what we were doing. Moving closer to me, the concubines felt uncomfortable being here as they were reminded of the darker days of their lives. Patting a few of them on the head, I assured them everything would be alright. freewebnoveℓ.com

"There it is...", Halls commented, pointing toward the charred shell of a building. "Even though it is technically closed, they still have people working here."

"Commander...", one of the soldiers spoke up, pointing to a group of rough-looking men heading toward the entrance. "It looks like the mercs did not learn their lesson and have come back for more. Should I call for backup?"

"No, leave this matter to us.", Aela snickered, cracking her knuckles. "It's been a long time since I had a good, honest scrap. I assume so long as we leave them alive, you won't mind, right?"

"I... uh... Sure, I suppose that is alright.", Halls replied as her men let out deflated sighs. "Oh, shut up. The branch office has already been razed to the ground; it's not like they can do any more damage to it. Think of this as our way of knocking their inflated egos down a few pegs."

Understanding where she was coming from, as many mercs had been causing problems recently, they begrudgingly accepted her decision. Informing us that they would radio for a team to come haul off the mercenaries' unconscious bodies, they stepped aside and let us pass without another word. Having Lucoa and Mylene move beside me as we approached, my wives walked in first, just as the mercs started acting out.

"Was burning your trashy branch office not a clear enough message for you?", a merc shouted, knocking over a makeshift counter. "This sector is under the protection of us mercenaries; fuck off!"

"Since they are too stupid to understand, how about we rough them up a bit?", another merc suggested, licking his lips enthusiastically. "A few broken bones and sullied bodies should get the point across."

"Now listen here, back the fuck up!", the branch manager spat, raising her phase pistol as she moved between the mercs and her subordinates. "The security team is already en route. If you want to continue living as free people, get out of my branch office!"

"We've got friends within the security team; help isn't coming anytime, sweetheart.", the biggest merc among them spoke up. "By the time they arrive, you and your beauties will be on your knees repaying the debts you owe our association."

Smacking the weapon out of the branch manager's shaking hands, the brute reached out and attempted to grab her by the hair. Before he could, Samus' energy whip wrapped around his neck tightly and began electrocuting him. Howling in anger and pain, he tugged on the energy weapon, trying to rip it off. Yanking him toward her, the merc flew backward several feet before crashing to the floor.

"Damn, you are weak; I only gently tugged on it.", Samus mocked him as she increased the whip's voltage. "Since you came here looking for a fight, we are happy to oblige you."

Proudly flashing their IDs, my wives cracked their necks as they slowly approached the men.

"GET THEM!!", the merc on the floor screamed, staggering to his feet. "Let go of me... bitch!"

Unhappy about being called a bitch, Samus ran up and delivered a powerful blow to the back of his knees. Falling forward as his knees buckled, she grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the floor with all her might. Watching the floor spiderweb under the force of the blow, the man's jaw and skull exploded into a million pieces under his skin. Retracting her whip, my beautiful lover rose to her feet with a cruel smile on her face.

"Who's next, chumps?", Samus said, motioning for them to come at her.

"You... you are all dead, cunts!", several mercs roared as they charged toward the women.

Letting the idiots come to them, Aela and Bo-Katan were the first to engage the group. Slamming their fists squarely into two of the merc's faces, both men were sent flying into the backroom with collapsed faces. Turning to the next two closest mercs, they grabbed hold of their jackets and began wailing on their faces. Significantly holding back their punches this time, the two women laughed excitedly while the men screamed for mercy.

As the two women entertained themselves, Ahsoka and Roxanne wreaked havoc within the merc's ranks. Using their superior agility to their advantage, the women weaved their way around the men while delivering crippling blows to vulnerable areas. Wearing them down to make things easier for everyone else, one man refused to succumb to their onslaught. Using a colleague as a shield, he drew a hidden dagger from his waistband and swung it wildly at them.

"Timber!!", Ahsoka shouted, planting a powerful flying kick into his shield's chest.

Sliding behind them as she did so, Roxanne used her body to help topple the men over. As they fell to the floor, Clarice pinned the knife-wielding hand to the floor as Angelica and Deirdre ran over to finish the job. Mimicking exactly what Aela and Samus taught them, they delivered a perfectly synchronized set of elbow drops on the mercs. Firing their repulsors as they did so, the men's heads snapped back unnaturally into the floor.

"I think you guys overdid it a bit...", Clarice remarked as their bodies went limp. "Pretty sure they are dead."

"That was the intent. Aren't you the least bit upset about being called a cunt?" Angelica inquired, helping Deirdre up.

"Do not tell us you are into being degraded...", Deirdre teased her.

"Fuck no!", Clarice vehemently denied. "I am just as upset as you are, but I thought we were supposed to keep them alive."

"I would not worry about it too much. Our husband will make things right once we are done.", Amallyn commented, releasing the lifeless corpse she was holding. "Right, dear? You would not ask us to spare these filthy Mon'keigh, would you?"

Assuring them that I would handle it, Ionica popped a merc's skull like a grape with a relieved smile. Taking that as approval to kill the mercenaries, the lobby quickly turned into a bloodbath. Crushing the meatheads beneath their heels, they continued to deliver wholesale slaughter upon them until none remained. Satisfied they had taught them a lesson, my wives walked away and began removing the blood from the armor.