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Some people never see past the glitz and glam of the bright lights of the city; they’re usually too busy with their heads staring skyward, that they forget to look down sometimes.   Down in the shadows, where the ‘undesirables’ crawled, that was where all the unsavory folks who actually knew how to have a good time gathered.    At least, that was what was true back on Earth, in the major cities that were homes to millions of people; it was no surprise that the stuffy tight fisted money grubbers didn’t know a good time if it bit them in the ass.   

Cities like Atlanta, Beijing, Berlin, New York, Sydney and others; they were full of bureaucrats and politicians, lawyers going through fifteen to seventy cases in the course of a day thanks to their implants.   Highly modified humans flocked in droves to these cities, working their asses off at accelerated rates and most ridding themselves of the need to sleep.   Most were more machine than human, pretty much casting aside their humanity, bit by bit they would descend into the cold, lifeless embrace of a complete bio-mechanical transference.   Nothing more than  a collection of human memories and emotions inside of an immortal, unfeeling casing.   

Nathan had seen it happen first hand, half of his family was affluent, the heirs to some fortune that consisted of old-money heaped into a pile that made the 1% that the Occupy movements marched against seem like underprivileged snots showing off toys on the school yard.  Nothing more than a bunch of attention whores with grubby little fingers playing at wealth, while the ones with real money were sitting off to the side laughing at them.    Nathan’s half of the family or rather, the half of the family that decided it wanted nothing to do with the money; retreated from the mechanical madness that they saw.   

Most people, at least those who weren’t flat broke, would consider Nathan an Amish.  No modifications to his body, solid muscle built from years of hard work; he often didn’t indulge in the modern conveniences of the time period.   He didn’t have an galatic-net port installed into his head, nor had he managed to upgrade any part of anatomy; which for the college kids of any port, the stereotypical ones at least.  “Is like, so lame man!  Why wouldn’t you want a shlong to be as long and thick as possible.”  

The tell-tale signs weren’t on him, he was a foreigner in the world he lived in.  People saw him, they would point and stare at times; at least, they would have, if everyone around him wasn’t in the same boat.   Down beneath Roshire’s middle-class layers.   There were nothing more than starving aliens, illegals, criminals and other down-on-their luck people simply scrambling to maintain a living.   Mechanical upgrades had become the riches game, those who augmented themselves; well, they were smarter and they went on up the business ladder.  Lawyers, politicians and CEO’s all becoming the most upgrades of them all, redesigning themselves into walking, talking supercomputers; however, the technology wasn’t perfect.   People who got these upgrades, well, depending on their demands might never be able to move again, at least without being connected to a large vehicle of sorts.  

Most chips would process a terabyte of information in about two seconds; however, these men would augment their brains to the point where they were processing seven hundred yattabytes in the same amount of time.   Doing so requires ungodly amounts of power and processing design.  So they were, trading everything they were and most of their freedoms, to be more efficient at making money they no longer needed.   Ironic, in most senses; however, Nathan didn’t think it was at all funny.   

Right now, the idea of that becoming Garrus was all that came to his mind.  Staring over the body of his companion, there was little more than a bloody smear of him on the vehicle in front of him.   It was only five minutes ago that he had been laughing and joking about what they would do when they got back, at least he had been joking.   Ludma had just stared stoically ahead without so much as any inclination of giving a damn about Nathan.  

While the captain looked over the body of his destroyed friend and could see that Ludma was looking over Lily and maneuvering her so that she was in a position to reduce blood-loss.   Rage was something that Nathan often didn’t feel, it was a cold-emotion that he had no place for; however, right now, he was trembling from it.   Turning to Ludma, he walked whispered into her ear, his voice little more than a snarl of equal parts hatred and sorrow.   

“Call the paramedics, tell them we’ll reimburses everything in pure credits, no loans, no debts, everything in straight credits.   Tell them that Garrus will sign it over when he is back to a cognitive state; which should be the moment they hook his brain back up.   I’m going to go settle the score.   Enough people have been staring off in the direction they said the assailant went that I can figure out enough.”   Stepping away from Ludma, he could see that the woman’s hands were shaking, but he didn’t pay much heed to that.

“Nathan….bad luck seems to just follow you everywhere you go.   Why is that?”

“The devil and God made a bet on me.  Just think of me a modern day Job and sing your prayers over me if you will.   Cause right now, I’m just another soul up for bid and no matter what happens next; I’m sure more shit will rain down on me after.”  Smirking, he walked back to Garrus’s corpse, fishing a cigarette out of the container that he kept in his coat.   Surprisingly, he managed to find one that wasn’t drenched in blood at the filter.   Holding it up, he ignited it and placed the burning roll of tobacco into his friend’s mouth; closing Garrus’s eyes after he did so, he walked away.  “Sleep easy, you’ve earned your shore leave, sailor.  I’ll see you in a few hours I’m sure.”  

Everything said and done, Nathan ran down the platform, watching the buildings and construction rush past him.   Everything starting to branch out and turn into a variety of decrepit apartments and shops; a few desperate looking children stood huddled around a filthy paper-airplane.  Every now and then one of them would through the stained, make-shift toy in the air; it would fly lazily for about four or five feet then hit the ground.   

They would all look disappointed, then try again; the joy almost completely burned out of their eyes.   Nathan ignored it, his feet not stopping as he ran he brushed right past them; knocking one over and leaving the other three to shout back after him.   A mixture of aliens and humans, all of them snot-nosed, dirty and from the looks of things hungry; Nathan had nothing to give and no way to bargain for information.  It would be pointless to stop running now. 

As he continued to run, he couldn’t see any signs of the assailant anywhere, nor any trace of Tesla; his path eventually stopped in front of him.  Leaving him with nothing, but four options of what to do next; the solid barrier in front of him was equipped with a ladder.   He could climb up it and search for them upon the roof tops; or he could just run down one of the alleys to his left or right.  Down the left were a couple of bums, adults this time passing around a bottle of home-brewed liquor; down the right was only darkness and then a few rushing cars at the end with their lights being the only sign of them.   

Lastly, Nathan looked backwards, he could just resign and leave Tesla to her fate.   Lily and Garrus had been his friends much longer than Tesla and he had known them for months, versus the few days he had known Tesla.   Could he trust Ludma not to take this chance to run as well?  Why should she care what happened to Lily and Garrus.  

Four paths were opened to him now and he found himself idling, wasting time instead of actually doing something that would make life easier for anyone.

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“Ludma and I should probably leave and go searching for a place to stay.  Garrus, I’m trusting you to take care of everything here.  I know you are trust-worthy…to a degree, but since it is a ship.  Well, you’re the best I know.”  Laughing, the captain would cusp Garrus’s hand, the latter of which looked with an eyebrow raised at the former.   Grasping Nathan’s hand, the pilot merely shrugged for a moment and shook it before placing his own hand onto Nathan’s shoulder.  Garrus would increase his grip there for a moment, a brotherly notion before he nodded to the man in front of him. 

“Yeah, yeah.   Just be careful out there alright?  We’re not exactly safe anywhere we go now, so keep your head low and don’t make a scene.   We’ve got Faulkner and his crew after us and now we’ve got to deal with that mining company that you pissed off.   Look, things are rough, so I think it would be best if there were no hard feelings between anyone right now; err….with the exception of Ludma of course.”  Garrus turned his head around to face the alien woman, who had snorted at the moment he had said no hard feelings; she was busily putting on a pair of shoes before walking over to Nathan.

“Come on you, let’s just get this over with, I don’t want to spend any more time with you than I absolutely have to.”  Ludma’s voice snapped like the sound of so many switchblades opening up, while her eyes glared nothing more than the points of daggers at him.   Nathan would only look upwards to the top of the ship before bumping his fist against Garrus’s shoulder. 

“Well, I more have to worry about Ludma trying to kill me right now than anything else.  So, if I don’t come back, start sleeping with one eye open.” Waving good-bye to the pilot, then looking back to Lily and Tesla, the last of which was still folding her arms over her breasts and rubbing them slightly.  Tesla’s little action telling him that she was still in shock over what had happened earlier; granted, he wasn’t sorry for it in the slightest.  Moving over to the pair of women that would be traveling with Garrus, he placed his hands on their shoulders.   Tesla giving a slight spasm, but let it sit there, her immediate reaction to turn her face away from Nathan being resisted for a moment.    Two sets of eyes watched him for a moment before they listened to what he had to say.  “You two….get along alright.   What has happened up to this point is over and done; we’re nothing more than a big….dysfunctional family right now.   Take care of Garrus alright and watch each other’s backs; we can’t keep tearing away at ourselves.  So, let’s all forgive and forget.” 

Once he finished talking, Nathan walked out of the ship with Ludma, the ringing of his boots against the steel walk way.   Immediately upon looking up, Nathan found himself marveling at the sight of hundreds of airships blazing through the sky above him; a myriad of buildings shaped into different geomorphic figures and other odd designs stretching up across the sky.  It was only after staring straight up for a few moments, did Nathan look a little further and see the massive scar like gash that ran across the skyline; it seemed to break everything up.   Until, he released that it wasn’t a gash in the skyline, it was where the sky was breaking through man-made layers of crust. 

“Ain’t very pretty once you realize that you’re in the slums is it kid?”  Ludma stated with a small quip, as Nathan began to wrap his hand into her own; the female not denying it, but the Captain could feel her shudder upon touching her.  The newest alien into the crew merely prodding forward a little bit as she pointed towards a darker section of the plate that they were currently on.  “I take it you’ve never been to Roshire, Nathan;”  she said this smugly, taking the time to lean in closer against him the moment she noticed a few police cars in the area,  “well, let me tell you something, an artificial planet still has all the problems of a real one.  Only here, they are multiplied.” 

Nodding slowly, the Captain’s head turned slowly, his hand coming up to cover his eyes with the new cap that he was wearing.  Just a simple thing with a black bill and a white covering for the head, all around him he could see beggars lined up and down the streets.   Every age, every species, it didn’t matter who or what they were, they stretched up and down the road; hope was devoid in their eyes.    As they continued to walk along, a digital barrier swept over them and immediately Nathan had to cover his ears; the sounds of construction work, engines and the roar of something rotating beneath him was nearly deafening.  Ludma had a pair of earplug in, which she carefully handed a spare-pair over to Nathan who placed them in; looking around as all the background noise was immediately tuned out.

“This is level 32 of 256, the lower the level you reside on, the worse living conditions get.    Without these little earplugs, it would be completely unlivable for most people here; however, even with them, the amount of refuse and trash about the area, not to mention the disrepair of non-vital buildings and lack of sunlight make this a complete hell-hole.   Welcome to our new home.”  Ludma said this sarcastically, but Nathan knew that they couldn’t risk trying to go up to a nicer region to live in; this would have to do for now.   Sighing, he followed Ludma, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that might look even remotely suspicious.

Ludma took them through various hotels, inns and apartment complexes gradually sweeping Nathan through many low brow establishments.  It didn’t take him long to realize that they were looking for a place that could actually hold all of them together, that and didn’t smell like a ship after a night of refried beans and spicy sausage.   Eventually, after stretching through seventeen different regions, they came across a building that was shaped like in an oval in the middle of a slip-shod park.  Only weeds and a few broken swing sets and titter-totters remained in discernible shape around it; most of the windows had been boarded up and those that weren’t were covered with steel-bars that made it impossible to break in without a minor explosion.  

The walls of the place were scorched in some regions, bullet holes resided in others and the only thing that tipped Ludma and Nathan that it might even be open was the glowing sign in purple neon that read: “Precursor Jack’s Apartments, Open for business.”  Looking at each other, they shrugged and entered, pushing through the heavily fortified doors and walking into the main lobby.   A fireplace crackled at the opposite wall, where a few pictures of a handsomely built male with yellow hair and green tips was standing.  A pair of goggles resting on his head as he leaned against some kind of go-cart looking vehicle; on his shoulder, a small furry rodent stood, mimicking the focus’s pose.   In the background, it looked to be some sort of desert with several moons floating above it; an oasis not too far off in the distance.   As Nathan examined it, Ludma walked over to the counter, ringing an antique bell, the shined silver of the sides twinkling in the fire light.   Looking at her reflection in it for a moment, she rang it once more before pulling back and leaning against the hard wooden surface of the counter top.

Nathan had moved away from the painting and was now sitting in one of the plush chairs around the central lounge area; a small table with a few old magazines resting before him.  As he cocked his head for a moment and flipped through one of him; he couldn’t understand the language it was written in and put it down, not bothering to waste his time.   Both he and Ludma suddenly breathed in and then took in a larger breath, enjoying the smell of burning wood and the faint fragrance of some flower.  “Well, if this place has enough vacancies, then it wins; it doesn’t smell like dog shit, wrapped in old fish bacon.”  Ludma didn’t respond to the statement, rather she turned back around and was about to ring the bell again; when an elderly man brushed it aside before she could bring her hand down.

“I heard you the first time.”  He said with a slight cough while leaning forward on a cane; he was thin, his fingers having lost some of the flesh around them as he pulled up a pair of goggles.  It was clear that he was having trouble getting around and that his body wasn’t working like it should anymore.  Slightly hunched over, his head was bald, though the sides and back of his head still had some hair that hung down, giving the male an awkward monk-haircut.   The silvery strands hanging around his neck with darker patches at the tips.   “Now, what can I do for you two?”  He asked bitterly, leaning more on his cane as he shifted about his blue coat and light brown pants, hobbling over to the guest registry.  “You want a room, two hundred credits a night.  Typical room can fit four people comfortable, there’s a bed that can sleep two and a couch that pulls out, that can sleep two as well.  The floors are carpeted, so someone can sleep on those relatively comfortably as well; each room comes with a kitchen and one bathroom.   Galanet is extra, so is broadcast.”   Every line fell out of his mouth in a rehearsed manner, flopping out as his eyes seemed to glaze over without a care in the world.   Nathan stared at him for a moment, starting to move closer.

It was the same glazed look that he saw in his own eyes so many times when he had been aboard the Thespian cleaning the floors.  Looking at the old man, he could see sorrow, sadness and heart-break from having lost a life full of friends, adventure and excitement.   It was the look of a man who felt he had been cheated out of something much greater in life; the glazed look vanished and Nathan sniffed a little, smelling cleaning chemicals.   “You’re cleaning the place yourself?”   Upon the question both Ludma and the older male looked up to Nathan in surprise, while the old man nodded slowly a few times. 

“Yes, I’m the only person who works here, so I pick up the trash and clean everything.”  Nathan looked him over for a moment, then began to stroke his chin for a moment before smirking.

“How about I make a deal with you, sir?   You let me and my friends stay here for free and I’ll clean the place for you.   I was a janitor for a while, so I know my way around a mop and cleaning chemicals.”  The old man rose an eyebrow slowly before grabbing Nathan’s arm and turning his hand over; looking over the callouses on his fingers and palm along with some of the scars on his knuckles and the what not. 

“Looks like you were a farm hand before that.   Tell you what, I’ll let you stay tonight for free, since I really don’t have more than two or three customers and this place has at least twenty spare rooms right now.   In the morning, we’ll see how good you are at cleaning, after that I’ll make a decision to see if I’ll let you stay here for free for an extended period of time.”  As the old man said this, he started walking away, moving obviously a struggle for him.  Nathan looked back towards him with some slight pity before rubbing the back of his head slowly and noticed Ludma looking at him confused.

“Why did you make that deal?   It isn’t like we couldn’t have paid for the room or rooms.”  Nathan tilted his head back slowly, sighing as he did so. 

“Garrus can, I can’t.  I’m broke aside from maybe a thousand credits that I have to my name.   Garrus has all the money that we have to our name right now; most of which are stolen.    Sorry, I’m just a poor man trying to keep us all alive for right now.”  Saying this, he started to walk away from the inn, grabbing the key as he did so, pushing it down into his pocket while Ludma did the same.   As they wandered back through the various streets back towards the ship; both of them remained silent; Ludma had wrapped herself around his arm again, pretending to be in some sort of relationship with Nathan in order to avoid suspicion from police whom were now scouring the streets.   Nathan held his head lower and kept pressing forward, making his way to the docks in relative silence. 

Meanwhile

Garrus stood outside of a small coffee shop, seeing as it was the only thing that didn’t smell like the inside of a sewer on the other-side of the docks.  Having wrapped one hand about a cup of coffee and letting the steam rise up towards his face; he allowed it to warm his hand, not sipping as he was pretty sure it was going to taste horrible.   Tesla and Lily were standing nearby, the latter munching on a petite scone while Tesla stared off into the distance, looking at some construction work that was going on.   Garrus had pulled a hood up over his head, hiding his face as he had already see one of his former crewmates walking by; he wasn’t worried about Lily being identified, after all, none of them were after her.   At least, from what he could discern, Lily had been hiding in the cargo hold before they had even arrived; which meant that she had witnessed the death and fled as quickly as possible.  It was unlikely that the crew would automatically place her with him and Nathan, especially when the Thespian had multiple escape crafts and at least four were missing before they took the fifth.

Bringing the cup up to his lips, Garrus would tentatively taste the liquid and was surprised by the flavor.  It was the best cup of coffee that he had, had in quite a while.   As he began to sip it, he saw someone coming from the corner of his eye; the guy was relatively relaxed in his demeanor, yet what set him off was the fact that he couldn’t see his face.  It wasn’t shaded over or simply being hidden by a bad angle, no the guy was wearing a full helmet.   Blinking a few times, he realized something as the guy got closer, there were markings on his helmet, Yor’zvin markings.   From the twist of his neck, Garrus could tell that the guy was looking directly at Tesla, which told him one thing and that one thing was more than enough to terrify him.   Tesla’s people were hunting her down.

Garrus got a good look at the guy, he was at least six foot seven, well over a head taller than he was.  Looking him over, it was clear that he was very well built, almost impossibly so by human standards; it was abundantly clear that whoever it was, was a fighter and would likely tear through the pilot like he was toilet paper.  Moving closer, more of the intruder came into view, dressed in a pair of slate-grey pants, three black straps riding over the thighs were holding some sort of weapons; though all Garrus could see were the tips of some sort of black handles.   The straps rode upward, forming into a sort of chaps around the belt where another holster could be seen; that one was obviously holding a gun.   Granted, Garrus had no idea what type of gun. 

Lily had turned her head in boredom back towards Garrus, noticing that he wasn’t moving.   Turning her head further around, she had just enough time to the advancing person’s chest.   It was covered in grey fabric that had been tucked beneath the hem of his pants; showing off the contours of his build, before the being concealed by a by a chocolate brown jacket.   Whoever it was, they were dressed in urban camouflage, they blended in with the dirty bricks and concrete around them, making it awkward to suddenly see the person.   Lily got up and walked a few steps back as the Yor’zvin grabbed her chair nearly throwing it aside before twisting it around and sitting in it backwards.   Lily got a better look, the guys jacket was padded, clear signs of armor reinforcement; not sure what it was, but right now his chest was exposed; meaning that whoever it was confident enough to believe they wouldn’t be attacked, or could deal with whatever problem arose without being harmed or threatened. 

It was Tesla’s turn to see the person, her eyes turning to slits as fear and anger filled them; she slammed her fists down on the table.   Growling at the Yor’zvin across from her, the princess shook out her head as she stared directly into the helmeted stranger’s face.   Not that it could really be called a helmet, as from the back Garrus could see that it was more connected to the person’s face with a bit on the top protecting the temples from any major damage.  The back of the head exposed two rear facing horns, each of them growing from where the mask ended and jutting back about an inch from the cranium; from there tufts of black hair run across the line of the skull in a short manner.  Tesla on the other hand could only see the technologically advanced mask over the Yor’zvin’s face.   It appeared to be made of some sort of black glossy material, while red lines ran from the center of the construct and off to the sides, riding over where the eye sockets should be.  Each of these lines formed a tribal network half way down the face before ending.   “Zephyr, I didn’t call for you.  Why are you here and what do you want?” 

At the mention of the person’s name, Lily looked over at Tesla in slight shock.  “You know this person?”  The nurse quietly pulling back a little in shock when Zephyr’s large hand darted forward and wrapped around Tesla’s wrist; gulping she began to reach over to attempt to calm the visibly bigger one down. 

“Don’t touch him!”  Tesla immediately called out; however, it was a little late as Lily’s hand brushed against Zephyr’s own.   The now confirmed male Yor’zvin shot one of his hands up jabbing Lily directly into the solar plexus; the young woman collapsing onto the ground and beginning to cough profusely as she couldn’t believe how much the small motion had hurt her.  “ZEPHYR!  I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!”  Tesla shouted at him in response; only to find a rag pressed against her face, struggling for a moment, Tesla’s eyes would flutter, her head falling down and slamming against the table in a heap.  Garrus came charging up from behind Zephyr; his hand reaching into the coat he was wearing and yanking out the vibro-knife from earlier.   The buzzing roar of the knife making a rancor as Garrus found himself lunging towards Zephyr with all the force he could muster.  

Swaying backwards, Zephyr avoided the stab easily, carefully stepping aside as Garrus started to back-up.  As soon as Garrus noticed that Zephyr had dodged, the male quickly pushed the blade to his other hand holding it in a downward position; swallowing, he could tell that this situation was not going to be pleasant in the slightest.  Meanwhile, his opponent was busy kicking the chair out of the way in front of himself.   Pushing it aside, Zephyr began to walk forward, a pair of digitigrade feet pressing forward; a black pair of shoes that wrapped around the three-toes of each of his feet.   Dropping down low, the assailant charged towards Garrus, reaching down and drawing out what looked to be little more than a black stick.  

“Oh…shit.”  Garrus said aloud as he began to desperately back-peddle away from him.   Zephyr began to swing using the rod that he had drawn out like a club.  Every time he swung there was a crackle in the air before an immediate discharge of electricity followed; creating more and more every time he did so.   Garrus was already avoiding to the best of his ability; however, he knew that he was just delaying the inevitable at this point.  Gulping, he swayed beneath the stick as he was swung at; driving the knife blade forward in a stabbing motion at Zephyr’s chest.   As he moved in, he would see the Yor’zvin’s fist launching directly at his skull.  It collided, smashing directly into his nose before the male began to roll across the ground.  “Fuck…” 

As he laid there for a moment, he got up quickly and stood his ground.   Huffing slowly as Zephyr stared at him, the Yor’zvin starting to walk towards Garrus.   Zephyr suddenly darted forward, leaving Garrus to simply roll out of the way to avoid nearly getting his head torn off by the attack.   Standing back up, he could see that several civilians were fleeing and that the coffee soup was almost empty now.  It took only that moment of distraction for Garrus to feel himself being lifted up by Zephyr.   Stunned, he attempted to stab at the Yor’zvin; however, the sentiment was in vain as he was already airborne by the time he had swung.  Flailing in the air, Garrus smashed through the window of the shop; his ands being torn apart by flying shards of glass as the knife in his hand fell to the floor.   Both of his hands now covered in blood, Garrus coughed after the impact seeing that Zephyr was standing just outside of the window.   Putting away the rod, the attacker opened the door to the establishment rather than simply going through the window.   His feet smashing stray strands of glass as Garrus could see Lily coming over to support him; trying to shake his head now, pain laced up his back, paralyzing him as looked at her. 

“Don’t do it, don’t do it!”  He tried to scream again and again, only to fail as he gasped for breath; staring up at her, he tried to plea with his eyes before feeling the press of Zephyr’s foot against his throat.  Struggling against it, he coughed again and again, grasping at the heel and pushing up but getting nowhere; panic filling him as he could see the corners of his vision going black.  

Lily meanwhile snuck in as quietly as she could grabbing the knife that had fallen to the floor.   Watching Garrus about to be killed, she rushed forward and sunk the oscillating blade into Zephyr’s back; immediately, Garrus would feel the foot come off the back of his neck.  Pressing down into the glass around his skull, panting, he would look up and notice that Zephyr was reaching behind him.   Lily desperately trying to free the knife in order to stab again; however, the armor in his jacket was more than enough to stop it.  Irritated now, Zephyr turned, backhanding Lily as he did so and sending her backwards a few steps; the yor’zvin reached back now and withdrew the blade from his back, a small trickle of blood hitting the floor as the blade had managed to hit him just slightly.  

Garrus began to push himself up, everything moving in slow motion as he saw Zephyr moving toward Lily, the knife in hand.   The nurse still feeling the sting to her face as she started to pull up; her brief cry of pain turning into a horrified scream as Garrus started to rise up.   Time started to accelerate again, Zephyr’s hand pressing against Lily’s stomach as the blade of the knife disappeared into her.    The roar of the blade had stopped, either the battery ran out or Zephyr had disengaged it in some small token of mercy;  Lily’s eyes dilated down until there was next to nothing of her pupils visible.   Both of her hands clutching around the knife in her body; Zephyr released it, watching her crumple to the floor like a rag doll as she held onto the blade. 

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”  Garrus screamed as rage and adrenaline pumped through his body; running forward, he dropped low and tackled Zephyr.   The Yor’zvin making an audible grunt for the first time since he had been encountered; flopping down, Zephyr’s head slammed into the wall.   Where upon Garrus began to punch at the other man’s head.  “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, SHE WAS INNOCENT AND BEAUTIFUL.  SHE NEVER HURT ANYONE AND YOU FUCKING DID THAT TO HER!?”  Shouting in his fury, he swung again, finding Zephyr’s hand coming up and blocking the blow as he started to rise.  Both of their hands shaking in their power struggle as Zephyr suddenly tossed him to the side; letting him roll on the ground for the third time since they started fighting.  

Garrus stood up immediately, no longer exhausted as he looked over at the unconscious Tesla.  Zephyr was a behemoth compared to him, a monster of superior talent, strength and speed; however, he wasn’t thinking about that.  Garrus only thought about protecting his crew mates, keeping the dreams that he and they held alive; smirking as he ran his thumb under his nose and flipped the blood away from his nose; he would goad Zephyr on.  “Come and get me you rat-bastard.”  Zephyr would look at the pilot for a moment, rolling his shoulders as he began to crack his knuckles.  

He spoke, “If that’s what you want,”  it was cold and deep a gruff voice for a veteran warrior; someone who was at least in his thirties.   Garrus already knew the fight was hopeless; however, he was just buying time and that was what he was good at.   Zephyr and Garrus charged at each other, the pair meeting in the middle of the street where Garrus managed to swing first colliding with the side of Zephyr’s head before a counter-attack slammed into his liver.  Spittle flew from the pilot’s lips and throat as he felt himself being lifted; however, he planted his feet and threw his shoulder down.  Using the top of his head to slam against Zephyr’s chin,  Garrus could feel the yor’zvin cocking his head backwards from the blow. 

“Come on you, ugly bastard.  Give me all you got.”  Garrus taunted again, receiving a heavy chopping blow to the back of his head for his trouble; which made him stumble back.   Still, he stood his ground and kept on his feet; fire burning in his eyes as he gaze a predatory gaze to his opponent.   Half-unconscious, he stood his ground with his hands up near his face; all of the hate and power that he could muster.  Zephyr paused almost stunned by the gaze; he had seen it before and he knew for a fact what it was, it was the result of being backed up into a corner.   A cat with a mouse in its jaws, but that mouse was going to make him work for the meal.   It was everything he lived for.  

Zephyr ran forward again, beginning to throw a series of powerful blows towards Garrus, whom started moving his arms up and down blocking the strikes.  Each one rattling his bones, making them shake and quake from the strength and speed of his swings; yet, not a single groan of pain came from him.   Zephyr began to pull back for a larger swing; which was immediately responded to with Garrus forcing his way into the gap made by the man’s arms.   Swinging his body against his chest past the armor before rapidly laying into his stomach and liver, Garrus made sure that each blow counted, making his fists ring from the force of impact.  Both of his now damaged arms ached as he continued to swing, at least seven hits against his stomach and liver before Zephyr pushed his head back with one hand; however, it didn’t end there as the Yor’zvin followed up with a one handed smash against Garrus’s chin.

The pilot’s eyes lost light for a moment as he stumbled backwards, having been lifted into the air an inch or two.   His feet felt heavy beneath him, as he could feel his gums bleeding, blood filling his mouth which he spit out.   Both of his hands had turned red from where he had hit Zephyr; the hardened abdominals of the opponent tough to the point that it felt like he had been hitting a tire.  Garrus stood there on his shaky knees, his body growing weak beneath him,  “Dear God, what the hell is this guy,”  He thought to himself attempting to stand up right; however, one of his legs was starting to give way beneath him.   A sudden hard right against his temple from Zephyr sent Garrus sprawling across the ground;  groaning in pain, he began to push himself up.  His arms wavering as his legs felt like lead connected to him; getting up to his knees, he was sent back down when Zephyr kicked him directly in his chest.  

Collapsing back down, Garrus whimpered and cried in pain, crying in the knowledge of his failure.   Refusing to just give up, he began to push himself up again, when a sharp kick to his side sent him rolling over.   Barely able to move after the beating, he stared up at Zephyr watching the Yor’zvin lift him up by his collar.  Garrus’s arms hanging limply at his sides as he felt himself being carried; his eyes dilating as he suddenly found nothing under his feet.  Swinging them wildly; he could see beneath him, a variety of traffic flying down below, the fall no matter what happened was going to be at least fifty feet and was going to be a collision with hard steel or glass.   A new struggle emerged as Garrus flailed before Zephyr.  “No, stop…what are you doing!”  Garrus shouted at him, only to find the wind starting to rush around him as he began to fall; Zephyr had thrown him over the ledge of platform they were on.  

Garrus watched as the world sped by him; his body becoming a living rag doll before the sound of bending steel and crunching metal hit him.   Zephyr watched, looking at the man that had attempted to stop him fall; he watched him descend about fifty feet before slamming through the wind shield a moving airship; his body skewered by various pieces of glass and arms bending the metal of sides.   The driver of the vehicle perished upon impact as Garrus’s back slammed into his head as it passed through the glass.   As the sleek red vehicle registered that it had just been in an accident and that the driver was no longer in control, it went into auto-pilot; immediately pulling back and parking on the platform that Zephyr had thrown Garrus off of.   Zephyr by this point, had already walked away, Tesla in tow; leaving Lily laying on the floor of the restaurant and Garrus for dead in the vehicle.  

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“Sometimes, everyone has to pay for the sins that they commit Tesla.  Perhaps this is just someone’s way of making you realize how much bullshit you spew and how much you deserve to be punished once in a while.”  Nathan stated as he walked up closer to Tesla, lifting the odd toy up with one of his feet.   Noticing the way the bright pink piece of plastic was still hanging in her ass, splitting the cheeks apart almost violently.   Tesla would merely look back at Nathan pleadingly, both of her eyes filled with a look of border-line terror.   Seeing the captain’s foot pressing against the tip of the toy and beginning to push it in deeper.

“Nathan!  No…don’t!”  She nearly screamed as she felt like her ass was being literally torn in half.  The brunt of the toy now making her cry weakly, there had been no male’s on her home planet that had dared come near her with something of this size.   She was no virgin and was accustomed to pain, but never, had she felt like her insides were going to be torn apart or ripped out of her.   Staring back at the male that she thought would be easy to manipulate; he cringed,  almost sobbing as he chuckled the sheets beneath her tighter.  “Nathan…”  Her voice was shaking, the look in her eyes almost pleading; she could feel the plastic almost poking against her intestines.  Panic was spreading over her, she needed the thing out of her now and with at least another foot of it still hanging outside of her body; she doubted she could survive if Nathan decided to get more violent.  “Nathan….don’t.”  Her voice wavered again, she felt pathetic; moreover, she was infuriated.   This was Lily’s victory over her, not the Captain’s, watching him use it to his advantage made her cringe.  

At the same time though, she was slightly proud of him for doing so.   It meant that he saw when he could make a move and the enemy wouldn’t be able to resist.  A little bit of pride swelled in her breast at the idea that she was having an effect on him; however, in the next moments, she realized that she hadn’t.  His statement prior had completely done away with that, so now all that was left was him tormenting her.   Feeling like she was back in the box, she bit her lip before the sudden shock of having her hair pulled back by one of his hands jolted her to her feet.  

Nathan was stronger than she gave him credit for, now upright and feeling the dildo starting to slide out in an agonizingly slow manner; Tesla would be forced to walk, completely nude and through the ship with the toy gradually gliding out of her.  Whimpering as every step was a new level of pain and embarrassment that she had never felt before, the Yor’zvin female would plead with the captain.  Begging to be let go and for him to have some mercy upon her; moments later, they were standing in front of Ludma’s door.  Tossing Tesla down to the floor and against the steel hull; the sound of Ludma rising and hurrying over to see what the commotion was about hit Nathan’s ears. 

Standing face to face with the new alien onboard, the brown haired male would stand there with both of his hands in his pockets.  Looking away, from her, the chocolate colored eyes dilating as he wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed with this.  “Look, I don’t expect forgiveness from you, nor do I really want to bother you right now.”  Nathan started, before Ludma cut him off, rising up one hand and pushing her fingers over his lips.

“Don’t talk, I can already see what this is.  You honestly believe, that I’m going to take some used up, Yor’zvin slut as some sort of apology?  What happened when I was watching them was a fluke….alright…nothing more and nothing else.  I don’t find her attractive, I don’t want your apology and I don’t want to look at your mug any more than I have to.  Got it?”  Ludma spoke with confidence and clarity, placing both hand on her hips as she did so, then looked down at Tesla with an eyebrow cocked upwards; her faded pink flesh starting to brighten a bit as a smug smile came over her features.   Both of her thin nostrils flaring open, as she breathed in.  “You’re a disgrace to your people, a mighty warrior, bound at the feet of a human and being turned by one of the ‘lowly’  Axian.   How does it feel to know you’re a piece of trash to everyone on the ship now.”    At the end of her statement, Ludma would turn around letting the door lock behind her; immediately afterwards though, she would sink to the floor.

Tearing away the bottoms of her pants, Ludma grasped one of her breasts, playing with it gently while rubbing the folds of her labia.   Her entire body feeling like a volcano ready to burst as she bit her lip to avoid any sounds coming out; she had lied, she wanted to accept the little gift and make Tesla eat her out.   God, she had wanted to rub the little slut’s face in it; however, this was the bigger insult, she could live with it.   Masturbation would make the feeling go away, but ever since the captain had spilled his seed inside of her, she had to do it regular; human ejaculate was chemically identical to an aphrodisiac on her home planet, an illegal aphrodisiac.  It stayed in the system for days on end and rose libido to outrageous levels, every moment she had gotten alone since getting on the ship had been spent either sleeping or masturbating.   Now, she was desperate just to get it out of her system, she felt hot and bothered all the time; she had already made a comment to Garrus, which the male had immediately realized what was happening.  He had turned down the sexual advance, admitting that he was attracted to her, but wanted it to be on terms when she had complete control.

Thankful that at least one person on the ship seemed to have some restraint, the female began to finger herself slowly, moving further away and into her rooms bathroom.  Hiding in the cramped room, Ludma let her moans escape into the air, just praying that the affects would dissipate soon.    Meanwhile, outside of her door, Nathan walked away from Tesla; whom stood up slowly, the dildo finally having fallen out of her body.   The red-head’s eyes glazed over as she covered her breasts with both arms, walking away slowly, she began to stroke them gently before Garrus came out from the bathroom having just washed his hands.  “Oh…Tesla…”  He stated weakly, seeing that she was obviously upset and stepped to the side a little bit, giving her some space.  As he did so, the female stopped, sighing once before swinging directly into Garrus’s nose.   A powerful right straight snapped the pilot’s cartilage in half; leaving him sitting on the floor with blood gushing out of his nostrils.  Holding it, he began to shout for Lily, while Tesla simply disappeared into the confines of her own room. 

Two hours later

Nathan found himself standing on the city-planet Roshire, the docking procedure had gone off without a hitch; the ship sailing through the massive portal the size of a major city like Atlanta or Washington.   Numerous fighters, guard ships and even a few frigates had sailed around them; leaving the mining vessel to pull into port.  The only annoyance was going through the process of port authority; which Garrus handled behind Nathan’s back , what he said or did completely unknown to the male.   Breathing in the air of the place, the Captain would cough a little, realizing that it was no where near as pure as on Waquil; hell, it might as well have been toxic.   Sighing, he noticed that Garrus was coming back towards him. 

“Alright, we’re free to dock here and I’ll be taking care of the ship for now; however, we need to find a place to stay, that isn’t the ship for the time being.   It would also be wiser if we stayed in two smaller groups; one of three and one of two.  So how do you want to break this up?  I’ve got to stay with the ship, so we’ve got several options.”

A.       Take Lily and Tesla, Leave Ludma with Garrus

B.      Take Ludma and Tesla, Leave Lily with Garrus

C.      Take Ludma and Lily, Leave Tesla with Garrus

D.      Take Ludma, Leave Lily and Tesla with Garrus

E.       Take Tesla, Leave Lily and Ludma with Garrus

F.       Take Lily, Leave Tesla and Ludma with Garrus

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After the blow, Nathan sank to the floor slightly, putting one hand on the ground and grunting before rising back up off the ground.  Turning back around, he walked back through the door and into the room he had been occupying moments before; stepping back around to take avoid bursting in anger after what just occurred, the captain’s head swiveled around to the dresser nearby.   Undressing and tossing aside what clothing he was wearing, he fished around into the dresser to see what was there.  A few t-shirts were left over from when the ship had previously been flown.    Picking out a black one, Nathan held it up to his body; waiting a few moments.

Beams of red-light burst out from the thin-fabric as the integrated network of sensors inside of the fabric reacted to Nathan’s touch.   Scanning over him, it ascertained the perfect shirt size for him, a few moments later, the fabric expanded from the smaller size into a larger one, gradually, the thread work filled itself back out and made itself look as if it had been woven that way.   Putting the technological marvel out and sighing, Nathan found himself thankful that scientists had figured out quantum restructuring.  Now, everything was truly one size fits all, seeing as clothing, so long as the relative thickness of the material was on the level of a regular shirt or pair of pants, could just simply resize itself to anyone who wore it. 

Redressing completely and putting on a pair of khaki cargo pants, the male found himself feeling like he was back home again.   It had been a while since he had worn civilian clothes and the idea of just being able to walk around without everyone immediately identifying him as a ‘spacer’ was appealing.  It meant that he could avoid all the questions about what space was actually like and if he had been anywhere interesting; grabbing his hat, he put it back on his head as well.  It was a part of him now, something that he couldn’t get rid and was just glad that the damn thing didn’t have any markings that would instantly mark him as a janitor or soldier.  

Walking back out into the kitchen area, he’d see Ludma standing near a coffee pot alone; she was staring over at the nearby room where Tesla and Lily seemed to still be going at it.   Occasionally the sound of Lily shouting something would be heard, but it was so faint that one could only hazard a guess at what was being said.  As he maneuvered closer to the former analyst, he kept his distance before realizing that she was staring at him from the corner of her eye.   Shaking her head, she poured a cup of coffee and thrust it directly under his nose; causing him to recoil for a moment, then look down.  Half-expecting her to throw it in his face, Nathan timidly wrapped his hands about the cup.  Taking it from her, he leaned backwards against the counter, not sure what to say as he sipped it black.  “Umm…thanks?”

“Don’t mention it, I was an intern before.  One thing I know how to do is make and deliver coffee.” 

“I was more thanking you for not splashing it in my face.”  Nathan responded calmly to Ludma’s little statement, immediately regretting it as her hand came up slinging what was in her cup directly across his face.   Hissing at the heat, Nathan was at least glad that he had managed to turn his head to the side when she started the swing; head now scalded and his face red from irritation.  He let out another sigh and went back to leaning against the wall of the counter.  Continuing to sip the coffee that was in his hand, he looked down into the hot substance with a smirk.  “And I should have just kept my mouth shut and left it at thank you.”

Ludma would only run her hands through her black hair, letting her fingers flick some of it up.   Shaking her head again, he grasped at it, pulling some of the longer locks away.   A small crackle being heard as it turned out that the larger parts of her hair were nothing more than a technological weave.  It disengaged from her skull, leaving only a pixie cut with a small extension in the back left hanging out.   Gradually, her fingers wormed their way into this, swiftly rolling it into a little bun before pushing a hair-pin through it to keep it in place.  “Damn, thing is a pain in the ass and yes, yes you should just keep your mouth shut and your head low.” 

Nathan nodded slowly, sipping his coffee before noticing that Ludma was also withdrawing a compact from her pocket.   Stopping, he looked at her for a moment watching as the female opened it up and a small blue and yellow laser went up and down her.   “Remove mask.”  She stated, immediately after saying so, the beams worked over her body in a zigzagging pattern.   Nathan was utterly stunned, before his eyes, the heavily tanned female slowly became an ash-rose hue, her eyes becoming slightly more serpentine and the sides of her neck exposing three small slits; each one making the captain immediately think of gills.   Walking away from him, Ludma would enter into a side room.  Coming back out with a royal-blue turtle neck on and a black pair of jeans; looking agitated, she shook her head as the sleeves of the turtle neck were just a smidge too long and kept rolling just past her fingers.  “Fucking scanners always forgets that my species has slightly shorter arms than most.” 

Pausing as he looked at her again, Nathan just sipped the rest of his coffee and shrugged it off.   So, Ludma was an alien, oh well.  Not a big deal.  Lots of aliens and even humans used photo-compacts to make themselves look more like other races all the time.   Hell, there were sets that were used for fetishistic purposes all the time.   Leaving well enough alone, he looked at Ludma and listened to her gripe about the sweater sleeves being too long; shaking his head, he moved over then curled the sleeve down once so that it was bunched at both hands.  “There you go, everything is fine now.”  After going so, he stepped back narrowly avoiding the hook she sent flying towards his skull.   “And I deserved to take that, but I’m not just going to let myself get hurt.”

“I wouldn’t expect you too.  That takes all the fun out of it.”  As Ludma said this, her smile grew, getting a little darker as she undid the adjustments that Nathan had made to her sweater.  “So…Captain was it?  I can see you are at least….partially intelligent enough to make a plan.  Otherwise there would be no way in hell you’d have taken down that mining operation.   Unless you’re just a lucky son of a bitch that managed to get away with things, so, what do you plan to do once we get to the surface?”

He actually hadn’t thought about it, Nathan didn’t know what they were going to do once they hit Roshire; the idea of heading down to the city planet was intrigued enough and their only option, but what to do from there?  Nathan had never really been in charge of anything and the variety of options open to them seemed to be extensive; at least, until he started factoring in everything that had gone wrong lately.   Ludma was unlike to be able to get a job due to what happened, she would have to keep her head low for some time, which meant she would have to be the impromptu home-keeper until they got off of Roshire.  Which who knew just how long that would be?  Not to mention, what should they do with the ship, it was stolen properly and clearly marked as thus, they couldn’t just hang onto it.

“Well, firstly, since you being here is my fault and the crew is my responsibility; I will have to find some kind of work or means to getting income.  Roshire is one of the best planets for work right now, so it shouldn’t be hard to find a job; Lily and I aren’t well known, so she can probably get a job as a nurse and I’ll find something.  Anything to help pay the bills.”  Ludma snorted a bit as she leaned back against the counter as well, pouring herself a second cup of coffee as she stared up at him.

“How wonderfully noble of the rapist and murderer.”  Her retort echoed in the room for a second, causing Nathan’s chest to visibly tighten before he looked down at his cup.   “So, what do you plan for your red-headed whore, myself and the pilot to do while you’re out trying to ‘pay the bills’?”  These were at least good questions and he couldn’t help but ponder what the hell he was going to do with those three; he at least figured that Tesla would help them somehow.

“I’m not sure.  I figured Garrus would go hunting for another ship for us.  We can’t exactly stay on Roshire, not while your company is looking for you and us and my former crew looks for us.”

“So you failed as a captain before and had a mutiny?  I can see why, you’re a piece of shit.”  Nathan’s brow would twitch for an instant, suddenly regretting having put away his coffee cup so he could hide his mouth.  Already, she had him visibly scowling and it delighted the alien-female; breathing out deeply to calm himself, Nathan got himself out of the exasperated state before explaining. 

“I was the janitor on board of a vessel before this. “  Nathan took a few minutes to explain the chain of events that eventually lead to where they were right now; including ever minute detail until he finally crossed his arms and looked out over the vast complex of the ship.   There was room for at least another six people to reside and sleep comfortably on board; provided that one of those people shared a bed with someone else.   Maybe they would find more people to travel with them?  He wasn’t sure, what he did know though, was the crew needed more people if they were to survive.  Eking out a living was difficult enough as it was, but maintaining a star-ship with only one pilot, a janitor and a nurse, along with two aliens who likely couldn’t do much with ships was borderline impossible.  

“So, you got shoved into this mess sort of like you shoved me into it huh?”  The pair remained silent after that, Ludma now shaking for a moment before she hissed up at him.  “That makes you twice the bastard you were before!  You would think someone who just went through it would be a little more empathetic, you’re a sick asshole, the lowest of the low.”  Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, she grumbled for a moment then just waved her hand dismissively up at the current Captain.   No longer having any desire to speak with him, she wandered away from the now stunned male. 

“Can’t say you didn’t deserve that one bud.”  Garrus muttered as he sat nearby at the dining table; having entered the room after setting the ship on auto-pilot once they had reached the half-way point.   Chewing through a bowl of chicken and portabella mushroom pasta in a white sauce; the red-head looked up with a sort of dim satisfaction at what was going on.  Rolling up some of the long noodles around his fork, Garrus’s nose inhaled the steam rising off the freshly heated bowl of pasta; which had been left over in the fridge when they got onboard.   “Regardless, Tesla isn’t going to be able to do anything when we get on the surface either.   She’s a princess and a rather well-known figure.  Not to mention the number of people who see her as an object of lust.” 

Finishing that statement, the pilot’s eyes would glaze over for a moment, a short chuckle escaping his lips as he twirled up another forkful of pasta.   Holding it next to his mouth, he spoke again.  “I’ll be busy working with this ship; we don’t have the money to burn to buy another one; I’ll keep my share and use it when we can’t cover basic expenses while I do my magic.   Don’t ask, because I won’t tell you.  Let’s leave it at I have a few favors I can call in.”  After saying that, he got up pushing aside the half-full bowl of pasta; Nathan only looked it as his stomach growled furiously.   He hadn’t eaten all day, not to mention the time he had gone without eating on Waquil. 

It was a no-brainer, he devoured the rest of the bowl in an instant.  Cleaning up the dish, Nathan noticed that Garrus was talking to Ludma out the corner of his eye.  Both seemed to be enthralled in conversation; however, most of what was being discussed was far too complex for him to understand.   When he heard Ludma utter the phrase:  “Quantum propulsion through the scope of integrated quasar manipulation and graviton funneling.”  Nathan decided to leave it alone; realizing that the pair were the two brains of the operation when it came to do with anything regarding the ship.   Garrus knew how everything worked and Ludma seemed to be the one holding onto all the theory; just being around them made his brain hurt.   Deciding it was time to check in on Lily and Tesla, the Captain walked over to the room they were in together, finding it was oddly quiet.    Looking through the crack in the door; his eyes shot wide and his face turn blood red.  

Inside, Lily had Tesla on her knees, the Yor’zhin woman with her arms bound behind her and a ball-gag in her mouth.  She didn’t seem to be in any distress as she wiggled her ass playfully in the air; while Lily violated both it and Tesla’s womanhood with a studded-double strap on.   Both of the medium sized blue dildos were ravaging the alien princess’s body; yet she seemed no more bothered by than she would have been if Lily had just kissed her.   Watch the way their bodies collided for a few moments, he finally stepped in; his presence alone enough to make the pair immediately stop.  The blonde, in particular, let out a soft squeal of surprise before she leapt away from Tesla, now shyly covering the strap-on in vain with her hands. 

 Tesla on the other hand seemed to shrug it off, popping her shoulders out of joint to roll her arms to the front of her body.  Popping them back into join afterwards, she pulled away the gag and tossed it to the floor; redressing herself, as she wasn’t entirely naked.  More her panties and pants had been pulled down to expose herself to Lily.   Righting herself now, she sat back down on the bed in the room; Lily meanwhile blushing profusely as she got back to a level of decency herself.  Nathan’s head turned between both of them, trying to figure out what was going on.  “Do I even want to know?”  He asked, before Lily chimed in. 

“I didn’t like how Tesla was trying to do things around here and I just well….I decided she needed some sort of punishment.  I know she is too strong for me to hurt through just hitting her.  So I thought I’d try to stretch her out and hurt that way; though, we had just started when you interrupted us.”  Lily’s entire face was like a beet by this point and Nathan just rubbed the bridge of his nose as he shook his head and walked away.  

“Do what you want, just stop the shenanigans before we get to port.”  At that, the male simply exited the room, leaving Tesla to look back up at Lily with a teasing grin.

“Well, you going to leave me waiting?  Another five minutes and I might have felt something.”  Giggling as she spoke, her face suddenly lost its color as she noticed Lily fishing through the chest of sex toys they had found stashed in the closest.   What came out next was a massive pink double-ender that was in no way, shape or form meant for anything humanoid.   “Now…be reasonable….”  Tesla started to whimper out, realizing that she had screwed her after telling Lily that she could do whatever she wanted to with her body for the next thirty minutes.   Gulping, she did keep her word and flipped around, dropping her pants and panties around her knees and placing her hands onto the bed spread.  “Be….be gentle?”  Blushing as she said this, the Yor’zhin had never imagined asking anyone this, nor had she imagined attempting to take something the size of a horse’s cock into her body.  

A few seconds later, Nathan, Ludma and Garrus’s heads all shot-up; the ear-splitting scream that Tesla let out rocked the entire.   The three other passengers rushing over to the door and pausing as it opened and watched in almost surreal horror as Tesla had her ass split open by the lengthy and wide dildo.  “Take it out, take it out, take it out!”  Tesla roared, grasping the sheets and biting them; tears running down her cheeks while Ludma’s face burned a shade of yellow.  Garrus and Nathan staring in disbelief as they watch the toy vanish into Tesla’s anus inch by inch; eventually stopping when resistance was too great with enough still left over to hang out of her like a tail.  “Take it out….”  She whined softly through choked tears, looking back at the rest of the crew as Lily grasped both sides of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart.

“Look at the whore of Yor’zhin now everyone!”  She said with an embarrassed blush as she put on a little show for them.  “Pick your ass up and wag your tail!”  She order Tesla, who obeyed teary-eyed.  Weakly raising her hips and shaking her ass alone back and forth so the toy inside of her would waggle like a tail.   She kept her head down, trying to fight back the arousal that was eating at her; she loved being dominated like this, though embarrassing and her ass hurt, she had to admit this would have been an excellent mating claim. 

Lifting her ass into the air a little higher, she tried to make the tail move more, but soon found her knees giving out from the pain.   Almost an instant later, she came, spewing her female juices onto the floor; her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she drooled onto the sheets.   “Take….take…it…out now?”  She whimpered, barely coherent as Lily looked up at the rest of the group; Ludma herself having grabbed both Nathan and Garrus’s pride’s in her own arousal from spite than anything else.   Realizing what she had done, she immediately stepped back holding her hands up and fled the area; leaving the pilot and captain staring down at the mess of the princess and a new found fear of the ships nurse.  

“What do you boys think?  Leave it in or take it out?”  Nathan could barely speak, but Garrus waved his hand in front of his face slowly as he started to turn his back on the situation;  obviously, trying to hide the erection that was making his blue jeans pitch in front of Lily.   

“I say you leave it in her and let her pull it out herself when she finally stops coming all over herself.”  Once stated, he vanished as well, both Nathan and Lily assuming he was going to masturbate after what he had just seen.  Nathan on the other hand remained silent and impassive for a moment; his cock struggling to free itself from the confines of his pants.

“Nathan…if you want to use her like she is to blow off some steam….you can.   Tesla’s just a cheap slut….a manipulative whore; so if you want to use her like one.  I won’t care….just don’t hurt anyone else ok?”  As Lily said this, she shifted from side to side embarrassed once again; her face burning from her actions.  “I…I need to go now ok?”  Once spoken, she ran away from the room, hiding her face.   This left only him and Tesla in the room; Tesla’s eyes were glazed over, she was already crawling limp legged up further onto the bed.  Progress slow as her lower-half didn’t seem to be responding; her legs were spread now, exposing the moistness of her cunt.    Looking back, he stepped further into the room, looking down at Tesla’s body as she was now bent over the bed by her own power.

“Nathan..?   Take it out of me…please?”   She coo’ed out to him, begging as her ass burned, but she was too weak to reach behind herself and remove the toy at the moment.

A.  Remove the Toy and head back to the crew.

B.  Take up Lily's offer and use Tesla to blow off some steam.

C.  Brutalize Tesla for her actions in the mine.

D.  Offer Tesla up to Ludma as an apology.