Precious Cargo

Tiamat surveyed the glittering displays of his shuttle, checking that everything was in order. Satisfied, he leaned back in his chair with a creek, and latticed his taloned hands behind his head.

He paused, listening to the hum of the ships engines, then he turned and glanced with mismatched eyes over his shoulder, at the large ominous crates locked into position. With one black claw he flicked on the autopilot and swivelled round, rising from his pilot chair and approaching the cargo, his heavily booted feet making ominous clunks against the sparse metal floor.

He clicked a few options on the touch screen lock until it presented him with the ultimatum of a 7 digit password, at which which he answered with momentum, high speed and his knuckles.

There was a click as the heavy locks parted and a hiss of decontaminated air quickly becoming contaminated. Tiamat stopped idly pulling pieces of vidscreen out of the flesh of his hand and raised the lid with some interest.

He grinned.

“Interesting. Very…interestingindeed.”

There was a large number of olive green conical devices, roughly three feet in length, piled atop one another. Each one had a different serial number printed on them and a few had words ‘Have a nice death’ and a smiley face printed on the sides.

There was a piece of paper stuck to the inside lid. He pulled it off and examined it.

It read:

Shipment: 60x Polonium missile warheads.

Dispatched from: Ministry of foreign Affairs, Erendauer

Destination: Bloodthirster

Permission: The King and Queen of Wendauer

Tiamat paused, he disliked the idea of being an errant boy of the Wendauerians as much as he did like the prospect of snapping his commanding officer’s neck, but If he was doing Vinny and his new queen bitch a favour, then he would do it.

Depraved sadistic monstrosity with the death penalty on his head in over twelve systems that he was, he was still loyal to a fault.

He went back to his chair humming a little anarchic tune to himself and put his feet up on the control panel.

He was carrying weapons, and where there are weapons, there is conflict, and where there is conflict there was blood, and where there is blood, you are sure to find Tia.

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