The Detective and the Peony (Reforged)

[Writers_Bloque]

Teaser: This is a reworked repost for your enjoyment. It will tie together elements from my other stories like The Commonwealth, and a certain Detective mentioned. This is his story alone.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• https://ravishmentacademy.com/viewtopic.php?t=688
• Chapter 2

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Title: The Detective and the Peony
Author: Writers Bloque
Content Warnings: There will be Human Trafficking, Sexual Assault, and Sweet, Sweet Murder.
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This story was one of the longest I had written on KB. While some of the subject material was later deemed not kosher, the heart of the story is a love story between a now woman lost and alone in the universe and a grizzled detective who saved her. Relax and enjoy!
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The Detective and the Peony

Chapter 1: Of Hangovers and Handguns

The Gravtrain was normally quiet. But to the clearly hungover detective, it might have been the universe's epic percussion symphony. He let himself go out with his fellow detectives in his agency for a night at a hardcore classic concert. Bands being covered that have not even been remembered for over four thousand years, their songs were played very loud and slightly off key. Songs he enjoyed back in his basic training days were played badly and too loudly. He held his head as the train traveled between two stations.

Once they were at the station, those he worked with who lived elsewhere on the station hailed taxi's while the rest walked the short walk to the office. He entered after the others, waved at the security guard who looked up from his copy of "Anti-gravity Asses" to buzz them in to the lobby of the apartments above. He doesn't remember even entering, as he fell face first on his bed, and was out like a light after a shot of the sober up drug.

Noises outside had stirred him awake. A black hover limo was pursuing a barely dressed woman. He recognized the limo, as belonging to the station's biggest sleeze ball. His ocular implants scanning the woman, and she was a natural nineteen years old, had a flower tattoo on her shoulder, and looked very much like she was in trouble. The internal station environment was set to winter, and he did not need fancy gadgets to tell she was freezing her ass off as goons chased her between the buildings.

He was a detective, with high clearances with the Commonwealth Security Forces, who keep the peace on all stations, like a wide reaching police force, though they answer to the Military. He had a rank, despite being mothballed to a remote station where the worst crime was two older ladies bickering over ownership of a natural flower bed. Fun fact, the Commonwealth allows those beds to be maintained by citizens in good standing, but technically they are owned by the station. At any time they can and will clear the beds out if something is being grown that is illegal or does not fit the area's theme.

So he touches the plate on the wall, and a steaming cup of coffee, made to his specifications appears, and while its not the real stuff, it tastes the same. Then the machine notes his dehydration, and a rehydrating pack. He takes it with all the emotion of someone who is barely alive. He downs the cup of coffee, the medicine he taken was working to clear his system of the toxins making him feel like living shit, and he grabs his guns.

Now he had the permits to carry not so legal weapons, mostly one's he has to be careful of shooting inside the pressurized station. But he had a feeling he needed the stopping power and well nothing says "Fucker you better stop." than a military grade bolter. He used the fire escape, the door having been altered to allow him to smoke on the fire escape without triggering the fire alarm. Down the escape, and into the shadows, he chases the girl and the goons who exited the vehicle, as between buildings were a no hover zone, where the engines would be disabled, as only ground based trucks were allowed to go.

He caught up to the slower moving goons, the first was really surprised that a man came from the shadows to knock him the fuck out. He moved from man to man, and the last goon was a cyborg in a fancy suit, obviously a high ranking member of the well known "human collector." He pulled out his stun baton, as the cyborg drew a vibro-knife. Those were highly illegal, and much more deadlier than a normal knife, as it could literally cut through just about anything cleanly. He lunged, his coat catching the knife, and finding one of the things that the knife could not cut.

The leather was from a beast that every cell of its being vibrated faster than that knife could, so it did not get cut. It also stopped most bolter rounds, and some ballistics. He turned the baton to high and thrust in the opening made by the cyborg's thrust. In seconds the cyborg was lying twitching on the ground. The woman, who could not run away, her ankle painfully twisted.

"Please....don't....hurt....me..." She weakly said as she passed out from the exertion. He made a call to Station Security, and carried her to his apartment. He went through the box of clothes he keeps for clients who end up in rough situations, and end up bereft of clothes. Which happens way too often. It was an oversized shirt, but it was nicer than the rags she had on. He noticed the slaver device and frowned. Slavery was absolutely illegal, punishable by death. But it was a thriving business in the known universe. He spent time disabling the device so it could be safely removed. Once off, it shorted out and it leaked a green liquid from a hidden needle. He cleaned the mess up and tossed it into the trash, where it would be broken down to its base matter, to be used by the station.

He started a warm bath, and laid her in it. He took care to wash her thoroughly, so clean she squeaked. Then he dried her body and hair, then carried her to his bed, not that he could sleep anymore, he was amped, and wanted to solve this case that fell into his lap. He sat at his desk going through the contacts he had that had ties to this particularly nasty bit of business. What he learned was something truly horrific.

Humans were being abducted and altered to be toys for rich humans and aliens alike. But her information was suspiciously deleted from any records in the Commonwealth. He scanned her, and decided to call her 'Peony' after the tattoo on her shoulder. The sun rose, signalling morning on the station, and he used several credits to order breakfast delivery, and the smell of good food had roused her awake. He was setting the table, when she rose wearily, rubbing her eyes, wiping away sleep. "Morning" he said as he plated up the food, pulling a chair out for her. She sat, warm and happy and began to eat.

A Comm call would shift the aspect of this case....


End of chapter 1
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I normally do not ask for critique, but I would like some for this story. I know its a repost from elsewhere, but since I have to alter it to follow the rules, I would like to know how anyone reading it likes it. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!