“They’ve called back!” Walter stood in out doorway, barging in on us naked, with only a small sheet to block his view, “Get some pants on! Hurry it up, you sex fiends!” He took off without shutting our door, leaving a crowd of people to look in at us.

  It was a few days since I talked to Gabriel. We spent our time waiting for the Gellys to contact us back. I’m sure they had many te nights wondering if it was worth it to let some Anthros on board their holy ship. Michael had to of pulled as many favors as he could, or just pin executed anyone who disagreed with him. Whatever the case, they finally returned our phone call.

  We spent the days pnning for what would happen if we failed, what was pn B? Everyone would die. We rationed food around our bases. People were already getting angry at the ck of food. If we couldn’t open up some shipping to the moon soon, chaos would become more hectic, and everyone left on the moon would go straight savage.

  We couldn’t fail. Not after all we been through.

  Captain Uwu and I ran out of the room, throwing on whatever we had lying about, and rushed to the command center. It was my pn after all, I needed to be there for this. An itchy feeling was working its way up in my chest, pressing against my ribcage.

  I was about to come face to face with a Saint Admiral. Not many people in this gaxy could say they did the same and lived. Michael was still part of the Gellical Collective and would cut us all down for disgracing God, and that was on a good day.

  We made it to the command center in time for Sucker to put through the call. Yeti and his crew were there, along with Echo, Ash, Mama, Yami, and us. Walter went to head off Speck and make sure the Anthro-Jaguar wouldn’t cause any undo damage.

  The screen lit up with just the Saint Admiral standing upon his viewing deck, gazing down onto the moon below. Behind him I could see Meowlith Prime Floating in the bck ether of space. He slowly turned to face us, flipping his long cloak behind him.

  Fucking douche.

  “You have one minute to entertain me. I have allowed myself that much to deal with you filth. God grant me strength.” His face was a permanent scowl. He looked several years older than when we saw him at the Mayor’s office. The war must have been aging him with all the stress we’ve been wheeling and dealing these past few weeks.

  Yeti stepped up to the pte, with a few groans throughout the room.

  “Yeah, hello, it’s me, Captain Yeti, of the Meowtw Stars, how you doing? I hope we’ve all been proper hosts to you fuck faces.”

  Azura grabbed Yeti by the ear and yanked him away with some painful yelps.

  I quickly stepped forwards, trying to save the call. Michael’s face was of disgust now.

  “My apologies for him, I’m Vixie, and I think you’re looking for a traitor, yes? Gabriel was it? We have him here, alive and well, and we are willing to trade him away if you promise to leave this pnet for good.”

  At the mention of Gabriel, Michael perked up a bit.

  “You are correct. We are looking for the traitor, Gabriel, but as he is still one of us, by God’s w, you will keep his name out of your filthy mouth. Humans with Anthros, a disgrace to all the is holy.” He adjusted himself as I rolled my eyes. He just had to get some jabs in.

  “And you are of no importance to make demands of God’s chosen. Through his will, I decide what is to be done next. Filth must be cleansed.”

  “I bet you prophet is riding you hard, huh? It’d be a shame if we just keep him down here with us and let you squirm a few more weeks. We have a deal, or not?”

  “Hmm,” Michael smirked, “You are the one with red hair that my reports have detailed as a thorn in our side. Killing even a Missionary, a great feat indeed. You would make a great breeder for our ranks, birthing many brave warriors of merit.” Micheal scratched his chin, “You will bring the traitor to the town square that was righteously hit by the wrath of God. We will talk then about what is to happen to the vile moon and it’s inhabitants there, and only if Gabriel is present. Anything less will be met with the upmost violence. We will gss this pnet.”

  Some heavy looks shifted around the room. We needed to be able to get onboard their ship for the pn to work. It was looking bleak.

  “I don’t think you know how this works. We have the product that you need, we will set the deal. I will bring you Gabirel, with my crew, up on our ship. We can make a deal there, and you then let us leave without any violence, get it. Everyone gets what they want and you walk away. If you need to pray on it, go ahead. We can wait.”

  Michael stood for a second, silent like a bde in the dark.

  “Alright, we will talk here. If Gabriel isn’t on board your ship, we will sughter you all.”

  The vid cut out to bck.

  “That’s it.” Sucker looked around at us all. We exchanged gnces with each other, but no one spoke. We had our in. Now, we just had to not fuck it up.

  It was easier said than done.