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.
