Of course, I couldn’t have been more disappointed. The bullet was quickly deflected off the armor of the Missionary. His lightning-fast reflexes were quite a bitch to get around. My gripes could wait though, because now I found myself surrounded by a platoon of Gellys with their guns aimed right at me.

I smirked at the Missionary and the bitch ass Priest behind him, “Surprise motherfuckers. I’m a woman.”

“Kill it, kill the abomination quickly!” Father Brigum shouted.

Brother Bartholomew tossed his bladed arm downwards, splatting the Anthro-sheep across the floor. With a quick swish of his blade, blood splattered across the club and he pointed the blade at me. “One more villain’s blood for my blade. More glory to me. Praise be he who gives me strength, he who walks besides the faithful, he who…” His thick voice rang out with a sinister metallic tang. “Die, heathen.” He took one step forward when a blood curdling roar overtook the nightclub. The Deacons and Priest covered their ears to drown out the sound, buying me a second of time to find some cover.

Across the club, Mama came strutting out the V.I.P room, her mouth larger and scarier than I’ve ever seen before. Her slug-rifle was aimed at the Missionary and spraying out thick cylinders of metal at the armored giant. They had more impact than the small arms fire before.

The giant armored Missonary staggered back as sparks erupted from his shoulder pauldrons. His massive arm quickly moved the priest behind himself, his blade retracting as he grabbed the pistol at his belt. The Deacons quickly began to fire back, taking cover behind tables and stages where they could.

Behind the massive Anthro-grizzly, the rest of my crew came emerging, placing targets and taking fire. Echo was first. His shotgun quickly taking down several Deacons with ease. His face was plastered with a smile so large it made the creepy anthro even creepier. He stuck to Mama’s backside, using her like a tank and bullet sponge. Not very ethical, but hey, she could take a beating more than most.

Speck was on all fours, his pistol in his mouth as he darted out of the room. Bullets pattered against the floors and walls behind him as he raced along the edge of the room at an incredible speed. He latched onto the wall, his claws digging deep into the brick walls before he jumped off the wall, aiming his claws at the closest Deacon. The Deacon’s face was a twist of surprise and terror as Speck’s claws ripped into his throat like a hot knife through butter. Red mist covered the air as Speck twisted the Gelly about; drowning on his own blood around as a human shield. The Anthro-Jaguar pulled the gun from his mouth and began to fire on the Deacons around him as bullets ripped into his human shield.

Captain Uwu was next to emerge from the room, his power pistol in hand. His eyes scanned the club quickly, until he spotted me diving behind the stage curtains, taking refuge backstage. I could see his smile set in as he aimed at the Deacon’s moving towards the stage. He started firing, laying down a suppressive fire for me. Damn was he a gentleman. I’d have to thank him later with a special treat.

Most of the attention was away from me now as the Deacons were firing at my crew, something I wasn’t very fond of. A small group of Deacons were moving up the side of the club, right by the V.I.P window. My eyes shot open wide and my heart sank as I realized they were trying to flank my crew. I raised my coms but there was too much gunfire. I could see Uwu messing with his own coms, but I couldn’t hear him either. The boisterous noise of the gunfight drowned out everything else.

The small group was about to take fire when a sudden flash of light burst through the one-way window. I shielded my eyes from the light and when I looked back, all I saw was a horror scene. The window was a wide-open gap now with the large, white fluffy cat, Dutch if I recalled, was standing above a group of Deacons cleaved in half, their entrails spilling from their torsos as they cried out in pain and agony, dragging themselves away from the carnage.

Captain Yeti stepped out from the hole, an unabashed smile across his face. He lowered his gun to the head of one of the wounded Deacons and blasted it clean off. He spat on the corpse, “To the stars! You bitch ass, gellys.” He looked about the pile of gore, ignoring the cries of the Deacons, “Damn Dutch, you done messed them the fuck up.” He turned back to his girls, “Fuck ‘em up, girls. Then we can get back to drinking.”

Azura emerged as well, caressing Captain Yeti’s face as she strode past him, “As you wish, dey will die.” The Anthro-cat dashed into the club, blasting and killing anything that stood in her way.

The ambush was deadly and effective. The Gellys were getting cut down too quickly to keep track of. All of them except for the priest and Missionary. The metal behemoth was taking rounds left and right, but still returning fire at the Anthro-grizzly approaching him. The two began to stride towards each other, neither flinching at the hail of bullets ripping into them.

The Missonary had to of let all his concerns of the Priest fade. He seemed more intent on killing Mama than protecting his leader. It was just like the religious fanatics to throw all caution to the wind for a bit of glory in their god’s eyes.

Bullets smacked hard into Mama’s flack vest, while others hit into her skin, sticking blood as her flesh jolted about in each hit. I glanced away, not wanting to see my friend getting hurt so badly.

“Get down, you filthy monster!” I turned my attention back stage as a cry for help rang out.

There was a Deacon striking Cotton Bun Bun in the face with the butt of his gun. She slumped to the floor, covering her face. I slammed my gauntlets together, feeling an urge of action at the hum as they powered up. The Deacon aimed his rifle at the scantly-clad Antrho-Bunny.

“Hey fuck face!” I rose my arms at him as the Deacon didn’t think twice to aim his gun at me. I swatted away the gun with my gauntlet, breaking the metal apart. The Deacon ripped a knife from his belt and slashed at my stomach, hoping to draw some blood. I blocked the blow with my gauntlet, easily absorbing the blow.

This guy was a chump. I ate guys like this for breakfast when I was running with the Pirates. Sometimes I regretted what I did to the security forces, usually young guys with a chip on their shoulder just trying to make their way in the galaxy. Then again, so was I. I wasn’t fortunate enough to take that path. I did the best with what I had.

The Deacon yelled out in pain. I looked down to see Cotton Bun Bun biting the calve of the Deacon with her sharp teeth. I winked at her as I punched downward at the Deacon’s knee, breaking the joint backwards. The Deacon dropped down and looked up to me before I threw one last punch at his head. The scream was short as he flew backwards, smashing into some boxes.

I helped Cotton Bun Bun up to her feet. She was wiping a smidge of blood off her face. She lunged forward and hugged me tight. It was a bit unexpected with the gunfire still ringing out and my comrades still in danger. She leaned back and looked into my eyes, “Thank you, thank you for saving me.” She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, smearing some Deacon blood across my own lips.

I pushed her back and wiped my face, “Is there anywhere safe you can stay until we finish off the Gellys?” I was taken aback by the gesture, and the blood now smeared across my face.

The Anthro-bunny nodded, “I’ve got a room backstage I can barricade.” She ran her hand down my neck, stroking my tit as she pushed away, “Good luck out there, don’t die on me. I need my hero alive so I can thank her later.” She winked at me as she ran off into the building.

I blinked a few times trying to take in what just happened. I turned back to the carnage out in the club. There were a few Deacons left, taking refuge behind the stage, as well as the Priest and Missionary still holding tight in the center of the room.

My pair of auto pistols was right for the task at hand. It was my turn to slaughter some Gellys and make the galaxy a little bit better for everyone else. I rose my pistols to the group of Deacons and stepped out onto the stage. In one quick motion, I sprayed down the religious fanatics, not stopping until each one was lying dead in a pool of blood and my guns ran empty. It was a bit over the top, but I had enough of these dick weeds overstepping their bounds everywhere I went. It was a great stress reliever.

Mama and the Missionary met dead center of the club. Brother Bartholomew holstered his pistol and his blade sprang to life once more. Mama tossed her gun and bore her 4-inch-long claws. The two charged each other like Titans on an ancient Greek battlefield. The Missionary swung wide, hoping to catch Mama in his deadly arc. The big girl dodged low and slashed her claws upwards, sparking all the way up to the Missionaries helmet. Her claws caught hold of the clasps and she began to pull as hard as she could, jerking the armored giant side to side to keep him off balance. Brother Bartholomew swung again, trying to rid himself of the Grizzly, but sparks erupted and blasted the reckless swing aside. Captain Uwu was right behind Mama, his power pistol blasting off with precise shots, protecting his First Mate.

With one final yank, the helmet was ripped off, flying into the club, and revealing the bare faced Bartholomew. Mama gave another roar into his face, but the Missionary didn’t shy away, he yelled back at her before something landed on his shoulders. Speck was standing tall, breathing heavily with bloodlust in his eyes. The Anthro-Jaguar sank his claws into the Missionaries neck, stopping his yell short and replacing it with a gurgle. Speck’s free hand began stabbing Bartholomew’s neck repeatedly while his other arm pulled until the head finally gave free and burst from the body with a shower of red mist.

Speck held the head high, giving a victory roar as the body began to topple over. He tossed the head and looked over to the last remained Gellical Collective member.

I could see the Priest sweating now. If there wasn’t so much stench in here already, I could swear he shit himself.

Captain Yeti and his entourage surrounded the Priest. Yeti scratched his chin and smirked, “You overpompous fool. The Meowtlaw Stars don’t fold so easily. We’ve staged heists, protests, riots, bombings, and assassinations to make this galaxy a better place for all Antrho-kind. We’re not the only ones, too. In fact, you’re incredibly unlucky that my friends were here. They have a knack for killing Gellys, otherwise you might have stood a little bit of a chance.”

The Priest spat at Captain Yeti, “You foul abominations will meet your end by Admiral Michael the Pious. His death tolls count into the tens of thousands. He hasn’t met a foe he couldn’t destroy.”

Captain Yeti leaned in close to the Priest, “Then he hasn’t met me.” He leaned back and snapped his fingers, “Azura, let’s send our first message to this Admiral Michael the limp dicked. Make it a loud one.”

The Priest grit his teeth at the insult and was about to speak out when Azura slipped a knife out and slashed the Priest twice, cutting his shirt and pants down from his body. The Priest gasped as Azura grabbed his dick and pulled hard, before slicing it clean off.

I winced and looked away. No one deserved that punishment, not even this shit stain. A dick is the only thing a mans got.

He screamed out and Azura slammed the dick down his throat before stabbing him clean though the neck with the knife. The Priest gargled on his own dick and blood before toppling to the ground, spasming about with the knife still in him.

Yeti nodded to Captain Uwu, “Gald for y’alls help today. But we got a much bigger battle coming to us now. We have to prepare. This is going to get ugly real fast. We were hoping for a few more months to prepare, and even then, it was only to fight against Corpo government stooges, not the damn Gellys. Get to your ship and get us those weapons. I’ll send a message out to everyone in the Meowtlaw Stars. It’s time to take this fight to the fucking stars!” The anthros all shouted in victory as I looked over to Captain Uwu. I smiled at him and he returned the favor, but I knew this fight wouldn’t be easy. This battle had just begun.