Update 38 and Repost of Page 21

Okay boys, I know this was delayed as shit and I apologize for that.  Finals and the last couples of tests got the better of me; hopefully the new update is to everyone's liking and I hope things are going well for everyone.





“Sometimes, the world just decides to shit on you.”   Nathan muttered to himself as he held his hands up, a gun pointed directly at his face by the woman behind the door of the control room.  A piercing set of lime-green eyes hammered against his own, as he stared at the  woman seated in a rolling chair just in front him.  Perky, tear drop shaped breasts huffed upwards in her agitation while the gun leveled itself directly at his skull; with barely three feet between them, there was no way in hell to get out of the way if she pulled the trigger.  Keeping his hands in the air, he was a bit curious as to how in the hell he had managed to get himself into this situation.

Thinking back on it, it was actually relatively funny.  The world had been shitting on him pretty much since the day he had been born.  No one ever gave a damn about him aside from his parents and now, as he stood there, he wondered why he should have given a shit.  Not a few days ago, he was just some janitor on board a third rate delivery vessel.  Nothing in his life held much meaning.  It was an utter monotony of day in clean, day out be insulted.  Aliens constantly lined up to take their shots at the now captain, but he had never really cared about any of it before.  All of it seemed….to just be a fact of life; he was of a highly looked down on species, in a position that was even more looked down upon.

Yet, it changed with the death of a man he respected greatly, with Faulkner’s mutiny and the sudden acquisition of the escape craft.  Life was something more to him now, when he had escaped from the Thespian only two days ago; he had been a simple janitor, now he was a captain.  People relied on him now and everything had changed.  Garrus, his best-friend and a loud mouthed, sarcastic son of a bitch was their pilot, but damn if they didn’t argue constantly.  Just thinking about it made him smile unconsciously as he recalled how good it felt to slug him in the face, especially after he made him choose what to do with two lives.  It had been the first decision he had made as captain, of what to do with the alien princess Tesla and the only female aboard the Thespian at the time, Lily.

Choosing to spare them from Garrus’s bastard hands, Nathan took both of them under his wing and allowed Garrus to keep the massive sum of money they had found in the cargo hold.  Everything from that point on, was different, the crash landing, the fights that broke out aboard the ship; yet, he never felt bored, insecure or uncertain about what would happen next.  Success just seemed an inevitable part of this new adventure now; Lily and Tesla were almost wrapped around his finger, they both swooned around him and Garrus seemed to be just going along with the flow not caring one way or the other.  Even with the gun in his face right now, the Captain just stood there looking down it calmly, hell Garrus might be rubbing off on him, he wanted to make a smart ass comment about it.

Running around this frozen planet, dealing with the local animals and now helping one destroy this mine; Nathan couldn’t help but laugh inside his head as he thought of himself as some kind of eco-terrorist.   He knew he should have explored a little first, but then again, it really wouldn’t have mattered, the woman with short black hair, styled into a pixie cut and wearing a lab coat with a tight black red dress underneath, had been watching him since he had arrived.  Apparently, she hadn’t cared about anything but her own safety as a bag of popcorn laid besides the control panel.

“Well, seems my fun with this little show is over.”  She answered in a bored tone before slowly going to squeeze the trigger.  Nathan’s eyes closed as he pondered what death was actually going to be like.  At that, a retort cracked in the hall.  Waiting for the pain to strike him, Nathan didn’t open his eyes for a few seconds.  Wondering  what was going on, then he heard the sound of metal hitting the floor.  Looking back up, he’d see that the woman who was threatening him before was now rubbing her wrist painfully and staring angrily past Nathan.

A quick snap of his head found him greeting Tesla who was hovering over the body of two guards; the Yor’zvinian showing no signs of struggle on her body, though the necks of both guards had been snapped like twigs.  Somehow in the struggle, the woman had twisted the arm of one of the dead soldiers, pulling up a rifle and firing down the hallway, narrowly missing Nathan and hitting the other woman’s gun.  Spitting on the ground, the red head huffed lightly before tossing the body away and moving towards them, still clinging to the rifle in her hands.  “Really…what would you do without me Nathan?  You can’t even properly get yourself out of a standoff, you should know better than to enter any room without your weapon drawn by this point.”  Slapping her savior’s ass lightly, she kept the rifle pointed at the former threat and smirked.

Nathan knew the look in her eyes; it was that insatiable lust that she had presented to him over and over again, this time though, it was towards the woman that had been threatening them.  Pushing Nathan’s shoulder, Tesla sent him into the room before waving the gun around a little bit.  “What exactly are you waiting for.  To the victors go the spoils….so the woman’s body is yours.  Take it and enjoy your new servant.”  Both Nathan and the woman looked at her flabbergasted in the moment.

“Damn, I really need to teach Tesla about the rest of society's ideals on sexuality and the what not.  I can’t just go around fucking everything that moves or that I can beat in a fight like hers does.  It just isn’t proper, but damn….if it doesn’t sound appealing right now.”  Thinking all of this, Nathan would look over her body for a moment, staring at her best feature, her long legs and amazing ass.  “Shit….do I really want to do this?”  Nathan asked himself in his head before a buzz went off inside of his skull.  It hurt like hell, but then the voices came, repeatedly smacking against his brain.  Commands, the commands that always came when a particularly hard decision came up, came pouring into him and he had no choice but to obey.


A.  Savagely rape the woman.

B.  Refuse to rape her, order the destruction of the mine.

C.  Talk to her and figure out what the hell is going on.

D.  Demand a ship to get off this planet.

A Wolf's fangs

Whilst Nathan and his compatriots were getting their lives back on track in the run-down sections of Roshire, another story was just getting start.  A story of agony, hatred and of the purest desire for vengeance that could possibly exist was being etched.  It begins on the snow covered steeps of Waquil, amongst the remains of the devastated Port Langrid mining outpost.   Amongst the charred rubble and various remains several stragglers remain stranded about the combusted walls; clinging to life as the fires that had been raging slowly went out.   Their days had been spent trying to excavate what they could from the debris, most of it were bits of salvageable metal that had been used to create shelter; at least, until they found that the doctor’s office had been intact.   After two nights on the planet, those that had survived were beginning to lose hope and figured that death was going to come swiftly. 

That was around the time they first heard the cry for help, it was weak at first; however, it grew in intensity the more time passed.   It echoed through the region, but it was muffled meaning that it had to be coming from beneath them, with the majority of the complex now buried in snow and most of the entrances barricaded; it didn’t take the men long to figure out that it had to be someone trapped inside of the locker rooms.   Digging began at once, shoveling through the thick layers of slush and prying away the debris that blocked their path; after six hours the work was finished and all that remained was the remains of the door that separated the workers from the frigid wastes of Waquil.  Many of those that had dug became emotional upon the sight of it, a lot of good memories were going up in smoke; however, there was someone that needed to be saved.  There wasn’t time to get emotional.   Opening the door, they were surprised at what they saw.

Standing in the door way, an exhausted Alexander with a throat too hoarse to continue speaking stood there; one arm was clutching where his arm should have sprouted from his shoulder.   Both his lips and his fingers were soaked with blood and his eyes spoke of an unholy rage that was blossoming, he had kept himself alive by becoming a drinking his own blood.  As Alexander, the self-sufficient vampire stumbled out of the room shaking like a leaf and stomach growling viciously; he stared off into the distance like a wild animal and began to growl.  “Give me a gun, any kind will do…just get it to me now!”  As Alexander roared this out in his rage; hot tears began to run down his cheeks, he had been free for most of the two days, but he had explored the confines of Port Langrid and found Asheral’s body impaled at her work desk.  When the explosion had gone off, the roof had collapsed on her and killed her immediately by sending several rafters toppling through her body.  

Alexander had torn off his own arm to escape from one of the pillars that had pinned him to the ground; only to find a woman he cared deeply about dead and the only means of escape trapped under piles of rubble that would take days to clear away as they were now.   One of the men finally handed Alexander a left over rifle; the former supervisor now lifting up his good arm shakily as he stared at a canine head rising up in the distance.  “Come on, come on you fucking bastard.    Come and get me, I know you smell the blood!”    Several moments of silence passed before a howl ripped across the landscape, a pure white beast began to emerge from the hill tops and glare down at them. Opening its mouth and exposing its fangs, the vorshilder seemed intent on routing out the rest of the mining corporation.   Charging down at them, the beast’s paws slammed through the soft snow sending it flying, while Alexander opened fire.  

Every shot caused Alexander to shake and his intended target to be off.  Every shot sending out a highly pressurized of bolt of super-heated plasma in its own easy to fill container; granted, those that weren’t fleeing in terror obviously weren’t thinking about how the gun worked.  Instead, they were more worried about making sure the beast that was about to kill them ended up dead first.  Die….just die you bastard.  I survived that explosion, I survived this fucking planet, so I will survive you!  Alexander screamed his in his head, letting it become his mantra as he continued to pull the trigger.   Most of his shots flew about wildly, but one in every seven would find their mark piercing the vorshilder’s legs and sending it staggering over.

No matter how many times Alexander shot it though, the beast kept coming.  Cursing loudly and continuing to fire; the one-armed man could see the whites of its eyes.   Fear overcame him, but at the same time that fear pushed him onward; he didn’t want to die, not before he could settle things with the bastard that fucked up his entire life.   Seeing the vorshilder’s mouth wide open before him and gnashing teeth about to crunch through his sternum, Alexander did the only thing he could think of.   He thrust the gun forward and began to fire into the beast’s insides.  First went the throat which was blown away and melted almost instantly while the stomach and intestines soon followed.

It was dead before it could close its jaws, leaving Alexander to stand there panting profusely as he stared down at the vorshilder.   Putting another shell through its forehead to be safe, he turned around and began to walk back toward the shocked workers, many of whom were still trembling.  “Start digging around the hangar area, there is a bird that can still fly in there.” As soon as the order went out, the men nodded for a moment, but were hesitant to move.  “DID I STUTTER!?  GET YOUR ASSES IN MOTION!  YOU TWO, I WANT THAT VORSHILDER SKINNED AND THE MEAT ON IT BEING PREPARED ON THE DOUBLE!”  Growling out his orders, the other workers burst into action heading out towards their respective jobs, while Alexander treated his wounds.  Just you wait, you fucking bastard.   I’ll play you back ten-fold for what you did to me.