Plissken hated space travel, pretty much all snakes did. The lack of gravity tended to make them awkward. Though even more than space travel, Plissken hated docking. Somewhere in the trip, he would always lose track of which surface the floor was, and he would invariably be on the wrong side when gravity kicked in.

All that was behind him now though, he was finally free of the transport ship. He found himself in the Jump Pad's port. All he had to do now was find the human and kill him.

It was the first part of that he was focused on when he caught sight of an 8 man patrol. He sized them up quickly and realized their armor and weaponry was beyond that of a normal patrol.

The patrol seemed to spot him, and quickened their pace, heading straight for him. He hissed, he knew he couldn't fight in the port, too many people, too many variables. He really didn't want to kill everyone on this space station. For now, he was going to have to play nice.

The patrol leader stepped up to Plissken. "Sir, I have to request that you turn over your weapons and come quietly with us."

Plissken examined the leader, he was a large tiger, wearing heavy impact armor, including the helm, complete with an electrical dispersion system. A bolt rifle hung over his back, while he had a broadsword hanging from his hip. Looked like a Stunner Blade. "Sst. I have done nothing. What charges are brought against me?" Plissken asked, though he already knew what was going on.

"No charges." The leader said. "You are just needed for questioning."

The rest of the crew was similarly armed and armored. Plissken hissed, whoever had set this up was either an idiot or testing him. "Why do you want the weapons then?"

"Procedure." The leader said. "Look, we're authorized to detain you by force if we must, but no one wants a fight here."

Plissken sighed and slipped his swords off his back. "Very well, but I better get them back." He handed the swords over to the leader. It wasn't like he needed those to fight. Though, their armor would make things difficult without weapons.

"You will, don't worry." The leader assured him. "Now move."

Plissken followed the leader, and found himself boxed in, 2 soldiers on each side. Surrounding him was useful, sometimes. But 8 was still far too few to take him out. For the time though, he played their game. The less people he had to rip apart now, the less people who would be hunting him later.

Besides, he had actually considered cleaning up his act after this job, avoid ending up in Phobos again.

"So, be honest." Plissken hissed when they were in an open hall, clear of bystanders. "Someone found out I got out, and sent you to correct that, right?"

They ignored him, but he kept up the idle chatter. "Shame you can't say. I really don't feel like killing so many people." His intent was to get them annoyed and on edge. Keep them from thinking rationally when it came time to finally spring whatever trap they had in store.

"Have you ever seen a person ripped in half?" They continued to ignore him. "It's really quite interesting. The first thing that starts to go is the bones. Things start popping as the body is stretched further than it should. Then the skin starts to stretch and tear. It's about then that most people lose control of their bowels, quite a lack of dignity in their death.

"Then blood sprays everywhere and their innards fall to the floor. The intestines are the best, still connected to both halves. It takes a moment after they're dead for their brain to realize it. So for a split second, they can actually see their gets spill to the ground. Smell the blood filling the air. Then it all goes dark. Quite a messy way to go, don't you think?"

Several of the soldiers were slightly unstable in their walking. "Silence, serpent." The leader growled at him.

"Sorry boss, I don't take orders from PDD flunkies." Plissken said. "If you want silence, you're going to have to make it happen." He then started to sing, he wasn't sure the title of the song, but he knew it was old. It had something to do with snake bites and voodoo, it had played in his father's lab often. It should be noted that snakes are horrible singers.

That got the result he wanted. The leader spun around, pulling his bolt rifle off his back. There was the soft pop of it firing, Plissken hissed in annoyance as the bolt punched through his scales, though it did no real harm. Neither did the three others that followed.

Plissken swung his tail around, knocking the two soldiers at his left off their feet before slamming in to the leader's midsection. The impact caused the leader to slam in to a wall, dropping his rifle.

The leader lunged for his rifle, but Plissken was faster. But this point Plissken had at least a dozen bolts in him, and they had finally realized that a bolt rifle was useless against him.

Plissken flipped the bolt rifle around, he preferred his swords, but this was good enough. He went for extremity shots, six inch bolts punching through knees and elbows.

He felt a stinging pain on his side, just under his arm, followed by electrical current being dispersed over his scales, though he could also smell burning flesh and realized that several of the bolts had been heated enough to cauterize the wounds. That was going to hurt later.

The leader stared for a moment. ".. That's not natural."
"I'm no normal snake, kiddo." Plissken hissed as he rounded on the leader, leveling the bolt rifle with his visor. A soft click told Plissken he was out of ammunition. It didn't give him much pause though, he lashed out, fangs extending.

The leader howled in pain and shock as Plissken's jaws closed over his chest, fangs punching straight through the armor. Plissken lifted him in to the air and flung him in to two of his men. Blood soaked through his armor, it didn't take a doctor to tell a fang had gone through his heart.

Plissken recovered the leaders stunner blade and flipped around, slamming it in to the neck of the wolf who has come up behind him with an impact hammer.

Plissken surveyed the scene around him, all the soldiers were on the ground bleeding from multiple wounds. He was pleased, he'd only killed two of them, so far. "There are two pieces of information I need." He hissed. "If I can get them, I will let all of you live. Otherwise, I will kill you one by one. Starting with her."

He grabbed the only female in the crew, a young black wolf, and methodically stripped her of her armor. His tongue flicked out, he could taste her fear, her blood soaked fur. "Sst. You are lucky I don't eat on the job."

"Ask your questions." A male panther growled, pushing himself to his feet. "But leave Kasa out of this, you filthy serpent."

Plissken hissed, coiling himself around the wolf, his tail sliding between her legs. She shivered, he couldn't tell if it was of fear or excitement, and doubted she could, either. "Kasa, eh? Pretty little thing. It would be a shame to let such succulent flesh go to waste..."

The panther growled "What do you want, snake?"

"Well the easy one first." Plissken hissed. "There is a human on this station, where does he stay?"

"With a wolf named Tiera." Kasa whimpered. "Apartment B 32."

"See? Easy." Plissken hissed. "Now for the other one, who sent you after me?"

"You already killed him." The panther growled, pointing to the dead tiger. "He issued the order. Who ordered him, I don't know."

"Sst! Useless!" Plissken hissed, tightening his coils around Kasa. "I don't want a petty minion, fool! I want the master!"

"I don't know exactly who it was." This time the speaker was a wolf, who was presently pinned under the dead tiger. "I didn't see the com screen. But it sounded like a snake. He was a doctor, I never got a name though, Aaron only called him by his title."

Plissken dropped Kasa, moving over to the pinned wolf. "You are sure it was a snake, and the tiger only called him ‘doctor'?"

The wolf nodded.

Plissken hissed, hurling the tiger's corpse against one wall. "I'd hoped he would be dead by now." He started to slither away. "You're free to go. I would advise not trying to arrange a hunting party to take me down."

He knew now where the human was, and who else he had to kill. But his first order of business was to find a dark hole to hide in and let his wounds heal.
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Kilin stalked through the halls of Lunar Command, He wasn't wearing any armor, nor did he carry any weapons. He knew he wouldn't need them for dealing with the puppet admiral.

Darkmoon's assistant looked up from her desk with a start as Kilin stormed by her, ignoring her protests, he hit the emergency override on the door and stormed in to Darkmoon's office.

Darkmoon looked up, startled, but put on his best poker face. "Kilin, what brings you here?"

"The Doctor." Kilin said with a smile, extending his claws. "He's sent me to demote you."

Darkmoon reached for the gun he kept under his desk, but he was too slow. By the time he had the gun in hand, Kilin was already on top of him. The gun went flying across the office.

"It seems you lost favor, little mousy." Kilin growled, lifting Darkmoon out of his chair, flinging him across the room like a rag doll.

Darkmoon tucked in to a roll as he hit, coming up on his feet. He reached for his side arm, but once again was far too slow, finding himself slammed in to the wall before he even had the safety off.

Kilin growled, pinning the mouse against the wall.
* * *

By the time Kilin was done with him, Darkmoon would have welcomed death. But it never came. He was left naked, bloody, beaten and humiliated in a heap on the floor, cast aside like dirty laundry.

He could hear his assistant screaming for help, he knew exactly what was happening to her. And Kilin would probably take more time with her than he had with him.

Darkmoon pushed himself to his feet, unsteady. Walking hurt, everything hurt. His only concern was getting out of his office before Kilin got done with his assistant. He moved slowly towards the side door, the one most didn't know about.

It slid open as he approached, he found his path blocked by The Doctor who had a darkly satisfied smile. "Sst. Darkmoon, are you familiar with marionette?" He asked.

"S-sir?"

"Marionettes." The Doctor hissed. "They were puppets, popular in the 20th century. To make one move, you pulled a string attached to a limb. They were controlled by someone above them. An unknown figure, a puppet master."

"That's very interesting, sir." Darkmoon said, unsure where this was going, looking for another way out.

"You see though, a marionette cannot control itself. Without the puppet master, the marionette is nothing but a lifeless heap of string and wood." The Doctor said. "But there were some who sought to control themselves anyways, to take their own strings. When they learned they could move without their puppet master, they didn't want to perform his show, they wanted their own.

"So the puppet master would be forced to get rid of the willful marionettes and replace them with new complacent ones. But he couldn't risk retaliation from the old ones. So he would burn them."

Darkmoon realized a moment too late where this was going, and tried to run. He heard The Doctor hiss, lunging for him, everything going dark as the snakes massive jaws closed over him.
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Yes, there will be an 8.5 giving a bit more detail to what Kilin does to Darkmoon.