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TW Alcohol, “Human” Trafficking
Of course the original Vril Dox would never have been satisfied with just tormenting one universe and of course his hubris led to both of them slipping out of his grasp. This was humorous for the tyrant’s clone offspring to think about as he sat in a space bar he wasn’t even sure belonged to who anymore. None of this would have happened if his attempts to kill his father weren’t always stopped. Subjective morality at its finest.
The worst thing about this merger of worlds is for once in Vril Dox II’s life, he didn’t know everything. He didn’t know every lifeform that exists on the top of his head anymore nor was he able to speak every language. He wasn’t acutely aware of the exact state of interplanetary politics in his system or the system L.E.G.I.O.N. governed anymore. Idiocy would not be suffered, he would learn, he just hated feeling like something below him.
Dox swirled the amber liquid in his glass a few times before shooting the burning liquid back. There were multiple causes that he would blame for causing his craving for such substances, but perhaps all the shit is just piling up and it’s getting harder and harder to maintain the will of blocking it out without assistance.
“Hey, you.” A rather promiscuous looking female alien slid up next to him. “That uniform, are you a military man?”
A disgusting sick feeling came across Dox’s entire body as he immediately assumed the worst of this woman. He did his best to keep his face neutral but annoyance lingered in his eyes. “Head of L.E.G.I.O.N., actually.” Dox gave it a few seconds, but when that didn’t sink in he rolled his eyes and muttered into his drink. “Police.”
“Oooh! That’s even better, you gots to help me!” The woman spoke as she practically threw herself onto Dox and caused his drink to spill. Roughly Dox put his glass down and started to peel the woman off of him.
“Private police, now remove yourself off-“ “No please!” The woman hissed, her attitude and demeanor completely changing. Dox paused, curiosity peaked by the sudden change.
“I was smuggled here, kidnapped. You gotta save me from him-“ The woman whispered near tears. A trafficking situation it sounded like.
Suddenly, one of the biggest and ugliest alien males Dox has ever seen appeared behind them. The pair glancing at him, the woman trying to put back on the mask she let slip.
“You interested in my girl?”
Not like that, scumbag. Dox thought to himself. The next chain of events happened rather quickly. “Potentially.” He responded rather curtly as he stood up from the bar stool. He walked a few steps before whipping around and shooting the man. That didn’t take man down however no, it just seemed to piss him off. The fight after that was the mouse jumping around to avoid the cats swipes. Multiple tables and chairs were broken by the end of it.
Dox eventually won by a mixture of tiring the man out and a rather good blow to the back of the head. He huffed and puffed as he used his transponder. “Any L.E.G.I.O.N. Operatives in the area?”
A rather gross raspberry noise was made. “What do ya need, Dox man?”
Lobo. “Suspect transport.” While Dox wouldn’t enjoy spending more time with this woman than necessary, he would enjoy having Lobo haul the man off knowing Dox went off with the woman.