The Spider Queen

The Inquisitor smiled revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth inside of his beak. He motioned towards a subordinate off to the side of the screen and a loud humming noise could be heard.

The several plasma cannons mounted on top of his medium sized spacefaring vessel all began to simultaneously glow and throb with energy.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Large beams of light burst out of the plasma cannons and rushed towards the smuggler\'s starship. Its shielding systems only lasted for a few seconds under the concentrated rounds of plasma energy.

The barriers were easily pierced, and the energy beams rushed into the starship\'s hulls. Every occupant inside the vessel died instantly as the resulting explosion caused the entire starship to collapse in the vacuum of space.

"Scan for survivors," the Inquisitor chuckled lightly as he motioned again for one of his subordinates to do the job.

But this time…

No one followed his order.

"Did you not hear what I said? Scan for…" the Inquisitor\'s voice trailed off as he tore his eyes away from the screen and slowly looked around the room.

They were all dead.

The Inquisitor blinked his eyes several times and an expression of complete disbelief surfaced on his face. He slowly got out of his chair and wandered around the room.

Every single one of his subordinates was now motionless with a thin red line drawn across their throats. 

Blood dribbled out of the wounds on their necks and slowly dripped to the ground.

The scent of the coppery metallic liquid filled the air and made it hard to breathe.  The truly terrifying detail that the Inquisitor noticed was that none of his subordinates had expressions of fear or anger on their faces.

They had died too quickly to react.

What the hell?

It was like a scene out of a horror tale.

"All… all hands-on deck! We need to investigate!" the Inquisitor yelled into the wrist communicator attached to his right arm, but no one answered his call.

"You can save your breath," a cold voice slowly spoke.

The Inquisitor turned to face the direction of the sound and he saw a sight that was completely incomprehensible. A large familiar looking individual was gently leaning against a nearby wall and staring right back at him.

He possessed three eyes, an unnaturally small mouth, and a pair of button noses. His physique was vaguely humanoid with wriggling veins squirming amidst a sea of bright cerulean blue that was his skin.

The Inquisitor knew who this mysterious person was.

He was the Voltrak who was travelling with the smugglers, but this didn\'t make any sense!

How… how could he be alive? How could he have…

"I understand that most of your starship can function automatically using the central AI unit," Rokan slowly spoke while casually reaching into the pocket of his robe.

He pulled out a well-worn brown handkerchief and slowly wiped off the blood that coated the edge of his sword. Each of his movements was slow, deliberate, and calculative.

If Sophie was here, she would have been shocked at the sight of her father displaying a side that she had never seen before. But she really should not have been surprised.

The man that the former Princess Thai\'lle chose to be her mate could not be without \'fangs\' of his own.

"Now…" Rokan\'s voice lowered to a mere whisper as he pushed off from the wall leaving a large foot sized dent in its reinforced metalloid surface.I think you should take a look at

He approached the terrified Inquisitor and unleashed the full might of his god stage cultivation for less than a microsecond and with careful restrictions.

The Inquisitor was immediately flattened to the ground as an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy prevented him from moving even a single muscle of his body.

His hearts began to race and for the first time in his life, the Inquisitor no longer felt in control of a situation. He was no longer the mastermind pulling the strings to make others dance to his whims.

And that thought…

It terrified him.

Inquisitors were bred and trained from birth to be effective killing tools of the Federines governments. Specially designed to hunt down and eliminate the enemies of the state.

As a result, their minds were supposed to be impervious to intimidation and yet…

Beads of sweat ran down the Inquisitor\'s brows as he kept his eyes down and could not muster up the courage to directly look at the man who now stood directly in front of him.

"Tell me what the master override code is," Rokan spoke in a cold voice that sent shivers down the Inquisitor\'s spine. The Voltrak\'s stare was like facing the essence of death.

Everything else in the background seemed to fade away except for the sound of his voice.

The Inquisitor\'s palms began to tremble violently as he felt cold chills run down his spine. He did not know why his body was reacting this way.

He had received extensive training on how to resist torture and the Voltrak in front of him had not even used any techniques yet and was merely asking him a question.

But… he could not stop himself from shaking.

"Tell me. I will not ask so politely again," Rokan continued to speak in the same tone. His fingers slowly curled around the hilt of his sword and a thread of qi entered into its metallic surface.

He plunged the blade into the Inquisitor\'s shoulder and his prisoner immediately began to cry out in pain as the strand of qi entered his body.

Sword Art- Blood Control!

Rokan split his consciousness and used the strand of qi to travel along his prisoner\'s meridians and activate all the pain receptors inside of his body.

Breaking someone who had undergone torture resistant training before was difficult…

But not impossible.

Finally, after a few hours of torture, Rokan got the information that he was looking for.

"Command Override… Delta… Gamma…Seven…" the Inquisitor stuttered violently as he tried his best to resist the pain coursing through his entire body.

"Situation five… override required… ID… one…one… eleven… twelve. "

[Override Accepted!]

[Awaiting New Command Inputs]

All the consoles in the room immediately lit up and a holographic projection appeared in the center of the space with several lines of writing across its surface.

"Transfer the authority to me," Rokan ordered coldly as he lightly kicked the Inquisitor\'s body.

"Override… authority structure…" the Inquisitor painfully groaned.

"Transfer to him…"

He weakly pointed in Rokan\'s direction before collapsing unconscious on the ground unable to speak any further and blissfully falling into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.