The Urk Consortium was not known for backing down, nor was it known for letting people or even nations get away scot free after slighting it. It had engaged in terrorist attacks on entire nations just for the slight of arresting a leader of one of their crime rings, so they were used to getting what they wanted from anyone they came across. A few credits in the right hands, a little bit of intimidation and a couple of favors owed were usually enough to get away with even the harshest of crimes.

While murder, pedophilia, snuff porn, slavery, rape, kidnapping, extortion and more were very much illegal in every nation that was part of the UGN, there was little enforcement of such laws and rules, especially when the one perpetrating them had such reach and influence. The everyday officer of the law was either in their pocket or just kept their head down and let the Consortium do their thing. The last thing they needed was to wake up in a torture cell and never be seen again.

So, when the newest and least advanced nation to join the galactic community outright refused to even permit a single one of their ships entry into their system, the Urk Consortium figured it would just be another world for them to ‘acquire’. More slaves, more resources, more recruits and more profit; that was what was expected.

Still, the Consortium did not want to expend needless resources on an endeavor that could be dealt with using words. So, this time they would send a few members of the Family to try and get things done. Some people just didn’t budge until they saw the benefits of letting them do things their way.

When the massive, battleship-sized pleasure barge entered the Solaris System and refused to stop or turn back, the occupants of the Urk barge assumed that they would be intercepted by a few small and archaically armed ships with hydrogen or ion thrusters at best.

They were not expecting to be met with a few dozen warships that disgorged over a hundred war droids that could change their size.

Still, if this was the best that could be sent to deal with them then there was nothing to fuss over. The Consortium had far more than this at its disposal. Talking to the primitives got nowhere, so the Family members refused to leave until they had talked with someone of importance.

They got their wish.

…

“I am not willing to let your ‘legitimate businesses’ operate in our domain, and there is nothing you can offer me or my people to change that.”

The talks were going nowhere, but the Patriarch of the Family had planned for this. Even as they talked with this obstinate bitch there were fleets of ships entering the system and making a bee line towards their home planet. Once that bitch realized that her home world was in the Consortium’s grip, she would submit, and they could collar her. The Patriarch had set his eyes on her, and she would make a decent cock sleeve for a while before she eventually broke.

Time marched on, but no word came from the invasion fleets. After about three hours of silence, the bitch cracked a smile as she watched us grow more uncomfortable. The idiots should have taken the planet by now! What was keeping them.

“Are you wondering when your men will report back with news about their victory?”

The whore’s words snapped us back to the present.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, there were a bunch of armed vessels that tried to attack our system just a while ago and they are no longer in any position to fight back or even send messages. I wondered if they may have some kind of connection to you and yours. Maybe I was mistaken, but either way, hostiles will not find any refuge in Arcadia.”

The commlink in our ears confirmed that what the slut said was true. DAMN THAT SKANK! I made a motion to the guards and we prepared to take the bitch down by force.

“I’m sorry, Dave, but I can’t let you do that.”

With a single sentence, the bitch vanished and reappeared behind the main wife of the Patriarch. She no longer looked the way she had before, as she now sported a long, serpentine tail, two massive wings, scaled claws for feet and hands and what looked to be a headdress but was actually a bunch or twisting horns rising from her head.

The monster raised her left hand to the left ear of the Mistress and with a single snap the Mistress’ head popped like a water balloon. Before the gore managed to reach her, the monster of a female vanished, and all of the guards fell to the ground as their heads fell off their necks. Not even a second later there were massive explosions rippling though the ship as the mad woman raced through the pleasure barge at many times the speed of sound, leaving us alone to look out the transparisteel window at the warships opening fire upon our ship.

…

Asharia sped through the Urk ship at speeds exceeding Mach 15, and anyone not killed by her magic or her talons was killed by the shockwave that followed in her wake. She punched through floors, ceilings, walls and bulkhead doors like they were tissue paper, and in each room she passed through she left a nasty spell behind. As the small detachment of Arcadia’s naval might made short work of the ship from outside, Asharia was having a wonderful time running rampant inside. The more holes there were, the more fun she had before finally punching through the floor of the room she had met the Urk delegation in and letting the atmosphere inside the room vent into the void.

As the Urk Crime Bosses gasped for the non-existent air and only condemned themselves further, Asharia walked over to a box in the corner of the room, picked it up and then teleported to the homeworld of the Urk Consortium itself.

She brazenly walked into the headquarters where the Patriarch resided, took one look at the obscenely massive and heavily tattooed and pierced Urk and raised her right pointer finger to the roof. Then with a flick of said finger, she vanished. No one was sure of what just happened, least of all the Patriarch or the various leaders of the Crime Family that had all gathered for the annual meeting.

Three seconds later, a massive ball of pure, non-elemental magic impacted the building that they were in, exploding on contact and turning the roughly one-hundred-mile-wide complex into a giant, molten crater.

The Urk Consortium would not die that day, but it did learn a very important lesson that would be stuck with them forever onwards; “You don’t fuck with Arcadia for any reason. There will be no expansion into their domain, lest the entire Consortium be erased in a single day.”