INTSTM 5

Author's Notes: Sorry about the screw up the other night. Chap 4 got stuck BETWEEN chaps 2 & 3 in my uploaded docs because of the word count and length. I fixed it though. In the meantime, enjoy, and review if you like, they aren't required or necessary, but they ARE inspiring!

Jennifer Alison Greer remained as still and as silent as a corpse while she observed the scene in front of her. She had no idea what was going on, and she certainly didn't know how she had gotten here, but she intended to find out. The last thing she could recall before awakening on this whacked out planet that certainly wasn't Earth, was preparing to run a final live fire test on the prototype unit that she was currently using to excellent advantage.

Active Camouflage, which was better known as 'invisibility' or 'cloaking' to the layman, had been a dream of military leaders since the dawn of warfare, and now, after God alone knew how many thousands of hours of research, it was finally a reality. She knew that it was real, and that it worked exactly as planned, because she was wearing and using the final proof. As a close quarters combat specialist in the United States Marine Corps, she was especially noted for the incredible stealth which was a part of her half Apache heritage that had been handed down from her mother's side of the family. It was for her skill in stealth, along with her combat expertise that she had been chosen to run the final test of infiltrating an 'enemy' barracks. She remembered being just outside of Groom Lake also known as Nellis Air Force Base to conduct the test against her fellow team mates who had actually been warned that she would be coming. It had been meant to be a true test of the unit's capabilities, but instead, she had found herself waking up on this weird planet.

She knew that the two humanoid aliens that she'd been observing for the past couple of minutes were prisoners. That much was obvious from the fact that not only were they tied, but also the positions that they were tied in. The one ahead of her to the right was definitely a female, if the huge breasts and the all too visible labia of the outer vagina were anything to go by. The other, and much smaller prisoner, was one that she thought was a male, but she wasn't sure on that one since it was only half the size of the female, and wearing a rather strange looking loincloth as well. She could easily hear the soft grunting growls that passed between the two, and she was fairly sure that they were communicating in a language that she couldn't hope to decipher. One thing was certain though, and that was that the all too naked female was trussed up and tied in such a way as to facilitate a rape, and that was something that burned down to the very core of her being.

It was a cold and deadly rage that burned in her heart, because as far as she was concerned, there was never any excuse to rape a woman! She didn't care that the female wasn't even human. That made absolutely no difference to her. She couldn't tell if the woman or female alien; whatever she was… had already been raped, because she didn't see any fresh or dried fluids that might indicate that she had been. But there was one thing that she was sure of, and that was that she wasn't going to stand idly by and let it happen again, if it hadn't happened already.

At five feet and four inches tall in her stockings, Jennifer, known as Jenna, or Jen, to her friends, was better known to her team mates by her initials because she was a stickler for rules and regulations. They would often joke that her real name was Judge Advocate General, and that was why they called her Jag. Her black shoulder length hair was tied down beneath a black 'biker wrap' style bandana, and her large almond shaped dark brown eyes burned with anger as she waited for those who were holding the two aliens captive.

Ever since she had woken up earlier that day, and saw the huge ringed planet in the sky above, she had known that she wasn't on Earth anymore. It had been a terrifying and disturbing realization. She had immediately activated the camouflage unit, and began looking for some defensible position to use as a base. Then, after hours of stalking silently through these strange trees, she had come upon the scene in front of her. She could see that the two aliens were roughly human shaped, but that was as far as the resemblance went. Even the smaller of the two was much taller than she was, and their faces, she had to suppress a shudder whenever she looked at them.

She stood silently with her back against a pair of large trees that were far wider than she was. There was no breeze at all, and even though the heat wasn't much different from the summers in Arizona, she was sure that the humidity would be the death of her. Either way, this was an alien world, and she needed some type of allies, because she knew that she would have to sleep sooner or later, and the two alien prisoners just happened to be her best possibilities at that moment.

It was only her extensive training and her combat experience that allowed her to refrain from gasping in surprise as three huge aliens walked silently past her into the clearing where the other two aliens were being held captive. As soon as the trio was in the clearing, they began pulling off various pieces of equipment. Some of it looked like it was meant to be a type of armor, while other pieces appeared to be melee weapons. She was about to move forward when the three large aliens gathered around the captive female, but she held her position when the smaller captive growled out something that obviously caught their attention.

She knew that was the case because the three captors immediately surged towards the smaller of the two tied aliens and began beating on it mercilessly. As much as she hated herself for doing it, she held her position, because she could see that although the one that was tied was close to eight feet tall, the trio that was delivering the beating were around twelve or thirteen feet tall. She couldn't be sure exactly how tall those aliens were, but they were huge, and she wasn't about to engage them without one hell of a good reason!

She didn't know exactly how long the beating lasted, but she knew that it was quite a while. Once the three of them were done beating their captive they turned towards the female again. This time they were growling something as they all crowded around her. Then one of them stripped off a loincloth that was much like her ancestors had worn, and the female began to struggle uselessly against her bonds, while growling, snarling, and finally… whimpering something. That was all it took!

As swift and deadly as she was silent, Jennifer moved away from the pair of trees. The silenced MP-5 submachine gun with armor piercing rounds in her hands was locked and loaded. Her weapon coughed softly as a three round burst took the one standing on her left right at the base of the neck. The one standing guard to the right started to turn and he caught the second burst in the throat, and he died with a gurgling sound as he drowned in his own blood. That was when the one that was preparing to mount the tied female noticed that something was wrong and he started to turn. Jennifer waited until he had completed his turn before she let loose and completely emptied the magazine in a single long burst that totally obliterated whatever he'd once had between his legs.

She knew that her camouflage unit had shut down the moment she had opened fire, and that the now roaring alien could see her clearly. That didn't matter to her in the slightest, since she wanted him to see that he was being killed by a woman who was beyond pissed at what he had tried to do! As the alien sank to his knees with his hands clutching his bloody crotch, he still towered above her. Jennifer didn't pay any attention to the weird neon green blood that was spurting from the fatal wound, because she was too busy reloading before taking a careful aim at the throat of the alien. Another soft coughing sound from the MP-5, and the final alien was dropping to the ground dead. She had to sidestep quickly to avoid being pinned by the immense bulk of the alien carcass. Once the alien was on the ground, she made certain that all three of them were truly dead by putting a round in each of their heads. Then she turned her attention to the captive female.

The alien woman had her head hanging awkwardly backwards as she took deep gasping breaths. Jennifer could only assume that it was in relief that this rape at least, had never happened. She looked back and forth between the two captives for a moment, before she calmly regarded the now dead aliens.

"Shree her!"

The strange sounds that were almost words had come from the smaller of the two captive aliens.

"What? Were you just trying to tell me something?" Jennifer asked cautiously.

She watched as the alien nodded its head and repeated the sounds carefully.

"Shree her!" The alien stated while motioning towards the captive female with his head.

This time, Jennifer was looking at the alien as it spoke those words, and she saw that there were no lips of any kind on that alien mouth. 'Without lips, it obviously can't make certain sounds, so what was it trying to say?' She wondered, before it struck her.

The alien had been trying to say 'free her!', and her eyes widened in that realization. Quickly moving over to the captive female, she looked at the means by which she was tied. Almost immediately, Jennifer felt her heart sink. That was not rope! It was some type of steel cable that was holding the woman down! She knew instantly, that her combat knife would be useless on that cable… but her MP-5, on the other hand would be more than effective. The machine gun bucked once in her hands while it gave a short coughing sound as the cable on the female's right foot was severed. Taking aim once more, she fired a second time at the cable holding the left foot.

No sooner had she released the trigger then she was snatched off the ground by her neck. The MP-5 clattered uselessly on the ground as she was turned to face her attacker. It was another one of those aliens! And this one was apparently pissed about what she had done to his friends.

"I will kill you slowly, ooman bitch! I will shuck you to death, before I shuck her, and make her my slave!" The alien growled angrily as he shook her in front of his face.

Both of Jennifer's hands were holding onto the wrist of the massive hand that had her by the throat. Her feet were well off the ground, and there was no way that she could fight something that could hold her in one hand as easily as this alien was doing. She couldn't help a quick examination of the alien as he was shaking her, and she noticed that weird fishnet looking suit that he was wearing. Suddenly she got an idea.

Both of her hands left the wrist that was holding her as she began pushing and punching at the alien. Then, her hands quickly dropped to the belt on her waist.

"Fuck you!" She screamed before spitting right in the alien's eyes as she once again fumbled at the fishnet suit that he was wearing.

Suddenly she felt herself flying through the air to slam against the two trees she had been crouching by, with a sickening crunch. There was an intense burst of incredible pain from the left side of her body accompanied by a horrible cracking sound. She gritted her teeth while gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of her and shook her head to try to clear the starred pattern from her vision. Just moving her head caused fresh hot agony to lance down her spine. She knew that it took her a couple of seconds to do this, and when she looked up, it was just in time to see the H.E. grenade detonate while still hanging from the fishnet that the alien was sporting. How she managed to get her right hand up to shield her face, she would never know, but the concussion from the blast slammed her head back against the tree, and she spent several more seconds trying to clear both her head and her vision.

As she struggled to get to her feet, sharp lancing pain shot through the entire left side of her torso. She knew that she had at least a couple of broken ribs, but the worst sensation was that of the grating bone in her left arm. The pain from the grinding bones in her arm nearly knocked her out.

"Stay on your feet Marine! This is not some fucking game! There are lives on the line right now, and yours is one of 'em; so get the fucking lead out! You know the drill Soldier; now do your fucking job!" She snarled firmly to herself as she fell back heavily on her training.

It was enough, but just barely. She knew that she was not going to be able to stay conscious for long, but at the very least, she could finish setting the female alien free. That much she was determined to do. Her entire world tilted crazily as agonizing fire shot through her body with every doggedly determined step. She was a United States Marine, and she was not about to give up. Not when she could see her weapon a short distance away.

Knowing that there was no way that she could bend down to retrieve her weapon without passing out, Jennifer gritted her teeth in preparation for what she was about to do. She dropped to her knees and screamed in bloody agony as the jolt jarred her entire left side and her left arm at the same time. She could barely make out the black form of her submachine gun through her tears of agonized pain, as she leaned forward to pick it up in her right hand. Her breath was coming in short ragged gasps as she wiped her eyes on her right sleeve. Then she took careful aim and shot the cable that tied the female's right hand to the thick post. As soon as she had fired the second shot at the cable on the left hand, she felt her gun fall from now nerveless fingers. She knew that shock was setting in fast. However badly she was really injured, she knew that it was serious, and a lot more than just a few broken bones. She tried to catch herself with her right hand as she fell, but she was unconscious the moment she stuck her hand out to try.