The quiet, everpresent whirr of the ship's engines was grating on the nerves, until whoever it was that experienced the sound grew accustomed to it. After all, one could not be annoyed and tense throughout their whole expedition, as it was expected to last at least six months, and, naturally, the human body ended up learning to live with it.
Onyx had been in such a situation the first time she got on a ship. It had been similar to a buzzing of an insect, a large, nasty insect that was just out of sight, but always there, and her hatred for it had become quite overwhelming. Everyone had told her to learn to live with it, or get herself onto more expensive vessels, which would have better sound-proofing, but no one gave her advice on how to deal with it. Thankfully, though, she managed to find her own way of ignoring that.
It was not a fool-proof plan, far from it, actually, as it held some risks for herself, but she did not bother. Due to the fact that she was a security expert, most of her days were spent lazily observing the screens, looking at what was going on in the ship. The most work she got out of any expedition was at the start of each, when she had to diligently scour through absolutely everything that was being brought onto the vessel, check certificates, identification, permits - everything.
There were exceptions, of course, but those were rare. Onyx was not a foolish woman, so she had opted not to look at any of the contracts offered for military vessels, and that meant her expertise with managing on-board weapons and shield systems was rarely needed. Only when an asteroid belt needed to be crossed did she get to play around with the cannons, but that rarely compensated for the weeks of inactivity.
That left her with nothing to do during the long, long voyages. Naturally, she had been trained on how to handle the more minor things that could need maintenance, and, on occasion, dealt with them if no one was able to attend, but those were not her main duties. Lots of free time, which she spent doing absolutely nothing. The strict policies of the corporations that employed her services meant that any kind of entertainment or recreation was based on communication or interaction with others.
Communication and interaction with the other individuals on the ship was usually not in either her, nor her employer's, nor the other spacefaring individual on the vessel's interests, as the state of most such vehicles was such that there was no time to waste. Everyone had to attend to the needs and various small malfunctions, otherwise the expedition would be halted. Being stranded in space was no good, and so no one wanted to miss a beat.
The long, boring days, coupled with the lonely nights, left her utterly consumed by the whirr of the engines. Thankfully, though, she found a solution. During one of the short periods of time Onyx had managed to spend on a planet's surface, in a wonderfully vibrant, bustling mega-city, she had found the art of calisthenics.
In her days at the academy, learning her trade, everyone had made use of machines for the purposes of building up muscle mass and strength, as well as to keep oneself fit for the profession they were aiming to obtain. However, there were no requirements as to who needed to appear a certain way, and so a large, large number of security experts, after finishing the academy, ended up getting fat and sloppy, as the vehicles they usually ended up working on had no gym equipment.
Onyx was almost in that group. She got out of shape incredibly frequently, during the voyages, and then went on excruciating, grueling workout regimes to get herself back up to the level of fitness she felt was needed. With the discovery of calisthenics, however, things became a lot easier. She not only found a way to keep herself nicely chiseled throughout the entire duration of the trips, but she also found how to drown out the screech of the engines.
Normally, listening to music was not a good idea, as she would end up dozing off. Now, however, after uncovering the great art of calisthenics and exercise that did not require specialized equipment, she could indulge. Music removed the incessant whirr of the engine, while the physical straining of her body left her wide awake. The best part of it all was that she could observe the screens while doing her exercises.
Shortly after the beginning of each voyage, she would slink into the appropriate chamber, put a pair of earphones in and get to it. Unfortunately, though, this voyage was not going to be like all the other expeditions she had previously been on.
Browsing through the postings, she had taken note of quite a decent sum, for a job which had qualifications she more than met, which would last six months, within which were included a stop on Polus, a planet somewhere off in the Scorpius system, lasting a whole month and a half, and then a return to the location from which the voyage had started. Running the proper checks, making sure everything was legit, Onyx grew to know more about the corporation that was offering this position. Innersloth, an interesting name for such an entity, was based on Mira, one of the most populated planets in the galaxy, snugly fit in the Solar system, and was known for its advances in geological research.
There was nothing fishy about them, only that they seemed a bit sloppy - there had been some accidents on Polus, where they were conducting most of their research, which were concluded to have been owed up to 'company negligence'. Nothing too serious, though - mostly property damage.
So she had applied for the job and had gotten the position. The ship she would be keeping an eye on was called 'the Skeld', and it was a small, almost rustic vessel that had the facilities to support a crew of ten people. Standard fare, weapons and shielding systems at the helm, reactor and engines at the rear, with facilities for the personnel in the middle. It had two floors, although the second was small, used exclusively as sleeping quarters, and the doors were programmed, by the corporation, to seal themselves whenever the board clock hit O-eight hundred, and unlocked themselves whenever that same clock hit twenty two hundred.
The crew was a raggedy bunch, but their documents had all checked out. The cargo was nothing special, and there was no contraband on board. Everything was exactly as it should have been, and that was a wonderful thing. Having no issues with identification, permits, certificates and cargo meant that it was more than appropriate to consider her job, overall, done.
However, when the big, red button in the exact center of the middle of the Cafeteria was pressed, informing everyone on board that there was an emergency, and they had to gather around that central table, her hopes of a calm trip were absolutely dashed.
The meeting had been called by Marble. She was a medic - had a certification of finishing one of the more prestigious establishments back on Earth, and her medical license, the permit, was also in perfect condition. Marble had, naturally, taken up duties in the medical bay of the ship, and, as fifteen days of their journey had passed, everyone had provided anonymous blood samples, as was required by intergalactic law.
Her neatly tucked in lab-coat was furiously straining against her colossal breasts, which would have been huge on a woman in Onyx' field. On Marble, who was a tiny little minion, barely over three feet and a half, they looked ridiculous. Each of them was at least a foot in diameter, and they hung down to her waist, obscuring her belt. She was holding a folder containing a set of files, and the glint of her visor gave her an uncharacteristically eerie appearance.
In a clockwise order, to her left, stood Canary. She was about as tall as Marble, but, unlike the medic, had a sloppy take on dressing. A pair of overalls hung loosely off of her narrow shoulders, one having slipped off and lingering beneath her left elbow. Canary's thin frame was very delicate, and Onyx figured that even loud noises could snap her like a twig.
She was a technician. Her documentation had been presented to the Security expert in the form of a pizza box, within which, having stuck to the remnants of the dish, was a plethora of certificates of excellence in the field of engineering. There was also a coupon for free pizza, which had expired approximately two years ago.
Scarlet had taken a seat to the left of Canary. Her visor was glimmering, as if a fire burned behind it, and Onyx was almost certain there was such a thing. Scarlet was the Captain of 'the Skeld', and, as such, she had herself draped in the official, white suit with yellow shoulder pads and a black tie that everyone associated with ship pilots.
However, unlike most such individuals, she was very lax. A bunch of buttons had been undone, and she was showing a great deal of cleavage. Even though she was four feet and a half tall, she could appear taller than Onyx, whose profession had her get surgery to remedy the natural shortness humans had. In reality, Scarlet was shorter than the Security expert, but she had presence. And a nice ass.
Blue was nervously fidgeting with her fingers. Her outfit, bearing the same color as her name, was a little splattered with some kind of liquid, most likely fuel. She was another technician, much like Canary, but her specializations lied elsewhere. In fact, she was so specialized she was exclusively an engine mechanic.
Onyx had no doubt that the timid girl could do a plethora of other things, but, so far, she had not seen the engineer doing anything but tinker with things close to her comfort zone. One thing the Security expert had seen was Blue's plumpness, how nicely her pants were filled out, and how generally good natured she was.
Esmeralda, to the left of the chubby girl, was the opposite. She, much like the Captain, had taken a seat, but, unlike her superior, had plopped her athletic feet onto the table, and her hands were behind her head. Esmeralda was a navigator, though Onyx was a little befuddled at her demeanour. She was, when standing, about as tall as the Captain.
Most individuals who busied themselves with that kind of work were very concrete and precise. She was anything but those things. Oftentimes Esmeralda would go on to ask questions that indicated she had not been paying attention, she would get herself distracted by almost anything, and she had been 'the Skeld's navigator for a few years. Scarlet was a very lax Captain.
Rosea was holding her arms in her lap, having taken a seat as well, but she was as prim and proper as one could be. Back straight, shoulders relaxed, she was the very image of presentability, with the exception of her bulging bosom that was threatening to burst through her shirt. The longer Onyx looked at the officially clothed Rosea, the more certain she became that the button, at the point where the latter's chest was widest, was straining so greatly it was carried off by all the other buttons, when the garment was taken off, as if it was a hero, in the vein of Spiderman from that one old, old movie.
Rosea was one of the most capable individuals on board this ship, as the Security expert had noticed while browsing through the vast catalogue of permits and certificates. Taking up administrative duties on the vessel, she was also a businesswoman, a lawyer, a manager, a security specialist, which explained why she was as tall as Onyx, a producer and a director. Rosea could also have calmly walked into an adult movie office and claimed the role of being an actress, as she looked voluptuous beyond reason.
Pumpkin was standing to the left of the overqualified woman. She was a bubbly lass, youngest of them all, only three and a half feet tall, but still very large in her own right. Unlike the Captain, Pumpkin brought a great deal of joy and happiness to everyone when she appeared, not only because she was the cook, and usually brought food with herself, but also because she was a very pleasant conversation partner.
She had come with the lowest number of permits, which had been zero. All she had were her documents, which, for a culinary position on board a ship, were more than enough. Onyx was under the impression that some nasty stuff could, potentially, happen by means of allowing a random person on the vessel to cook for the whole crew, no less, but the Captain had vouched for her. And the food she prepared was quite nice, so the Security expert was not too worried.
Lavender was very strange. That was because of the fact she had permits and certificates for a plethora of things that were completely unrelated to anything one would find themselves doing on 'the Skeld'. Lavender was, first and foremost, from what Onyx had gathered, an Archaeologist, which was beyond strange, but it was not the strangest thing.
She had permits to practice medicine, to pilot a ship, to work as an engineer, to sell shoes, to perform agriculture on corpses, to splice genes and to eat lemons. Eating lemons was considered to be a crime, unless one was allowed to do so, which was a way to deal with senselessness.
Mocha was the third mechanic on the ship. She was an Electrician, with a specialization in communications, which meant she spent most of her time radioing the patrols of inhabited planets that 'the Skeld' was no threat. Onyx had found herself passing by the Communications room on her way back from inspecting the shields, and she had been pleasantly surprised by the talkative Electrician who found herself free of work most of the time, much like the Security expert.
Another thing that Onyx liked in Mocha was that she was thick. Unlike Blue, however, the Electrician was physically fit, but her thighs and hips, as well as her rear, looked as if they would be disproportionate even on the Security Expert, who was almost two times as tall as the Communications Specialist. She wore a skintight bodysuit that dug into her rump quite nicely.
Onyx was last in line, to her left was Marble, and, to her right, stood Mocha. The Security expert was standing up, which left her towering over everybody else with her five and a half feet of muscle. Not only that, but she had a wonderful set of breasts on her chest, each a bit smaller than her head, and her butt was nice and firm. Having her training and education, she could easily disable all of those present, even in a situation where more than one of them went at her. The only challenge would probably be Rosea, as she, too, had some training in that field.
In any case, Onyx was confident in her abilities to handle any threat that came at her. What rattled her jimmies was the fact that an emergency meeting had been called, and it had not been her who did it. Marble was standing, as resolutely as she could manage with her overwhelming bust, and the glint in her visor was almost frightening.
"There is an impostor among us." The medic spoke, her brittle voice making the situation's dire nature appear even more threatening. At the revelation, Onyx was shocked. She had made sure to check through all the documents, all the permits - everything had been in order. There was no way that could be true, she thought to herself as everyone else was, probably, going through such a set of inner monologues.
A great silence fell over the Cafeteria, and it was not like the quiet that had been there prior to Marble's statement. It was different, one that held within itself doubt, fear and a brewing mistrust. The whirr of the engines was evepresent, but, at this very moment, it seemed as if it was not.
"I hope you have a reason for making that claim, Marble.-" Informed the Captain, rising from her seat. Her gruff voice served as a warning in its own right, as she seemed to fill the whole room with her frame. "-And you better tell us now." Commanded Scarlet and the pale medic seemed to tremble.
"Certainly!-" Marble started. "-I performed the routine checks on the blood samples you all provided, and I found out that one of them was very different from the others!"
"How so?" Inquired Rosea, her silvery tone probing at the medic.
"It's…-" She seemed unwilling to answer, almost as if her worry was overwhelming. "-There's a Futa on board." Onyx' body tensed up.
"How could this happen?"
"We're fucked!"
"This is unbelievable!"
"Damn."
"That's just great!"
"What?" Quipped Canary, her confused, ringing voice rising above the cacophony of questions erupted from all sides. Everyone was uncertain of their futures now, and so they were rightfully worried. It would appear, however, that someone did not even know what the trouble was all about.
"What do you mean, what? Canary, do we live in the same Galaxy?" Esmeralda sounded very mind boggled by the fact that the absent minded mechanic was unaware. Her husky voice only added to her perceived exasperation.
"Well, we live in the Milky Way, right?" Canary put a finger to her chin, as if actually pondering her own question. Esmeralda placed a hand over her visor and groaned. Pumpkin chuckled nervously.
"Do you mean to tell us you do not know what a Futa is, Canary?" Asked Rosea, essentially boiling down the second most important question on everybody's mind. The mechanic nodded.
"Oh, great. Not only is she a slo-"
"How about we allow Marble to explain, seeing as she is the medical professional here?" Lavender was interrupted by Rosea, who directed everyone's attention back towards the medic of the ship.
"Yes, that'd be most apt. I…-" She paused, glancing at Canary. The visors made it difficult to gage how one's face appeared, and what kind of emotion it was that they displayed, but the mechanic had seemed very confused, in both voice and mannerisms, Onyx thought, so Marble would have no need to try and gage whether that was an elaborate joke. "-I think I ought to be concise about it, right?"
"Yes!" Grumbled Esmeralda, answering the question that needed no answer.
"Of course. Well, a Futa is, essentially, a woman who has a fully functional phallus, along with a pair of testicles contained within a scrotum. Unlike a male, though, a Futa exudes incredibly strong pheromones that force nearby females into ovulation and make them debilitatingly aroused. In addition to that, the seminal fluid of a Futa possess mind altering properties, turning anyone who has been in contact with it into a… An unresponsive breed mare, for lack of a better way to describe it."
"You get that, Canary?" Asked Esmeralda, barely allowing Marble to finish her sentence.
"Not really." Admitted the mechanic.
"It means that when a Futa fucks you, you turn into fuck meat." Lavender's monotone voice brought it into a far less eloquent wording, but the vulgar approach seemed to stir up understanding within Canary.
"Oh… That's not good!" Announced the mechanic, and Onyx felt the craving to emulate Esmeralda's previous action of covering her visor with her hand. Canary might have been a reasonably qualified engineer, but she was quite daft in other fields.
"I'm glad we straightened that out.-" Spoke up Scarlet. "-Now, doc, how can we figure out who this impostor is?" Asked the Captain. Onyx should have probably been the one to make that inquiry, but it was only natural that anyone would be tense and nervous in such a situation. On top of that, she had never needed to deal with anything even remotely similar. No simulations in the academy, no prior experience.
"Well, I suppose I can get everyone to go through a medical scan, and compare the results with what I got from the samples… That way I'd be able to tell."
"Splendid. Well, let's do just that, ladies! Everyone to Medbay!" Commanded Scarlet and pointed in the appropriate direction. The meeting was, apparently, adjourned, but there were more things to do.
Onyx crossed her arms under her chest and made an effort to appear intimidating as the seated crewmates got out of their seats and followed Marble, along with everybody else. She was last in line, and no one seemed to mind. Still, Onyx could not understand how it had come down to this. She had done everything right, had she not? There was no way things were all prim and proper, but then something had gone awry as badly as it had.
Everyone filed into Medbay. They passed by the four beds, and got themselves in a nice bunch in front of the round scanner, on the floor, beyond which glimmered the screen. Marble walked over to the screen, sat down in the chair, and turned to everyone.
"Well, who's-"
"You first, doc. I know it's paranoid, but, if you aren't confirmed safe, then we won't be able to trust your conclusion." Interrupted the Captain, and Onyx found herself agreeing with Scarlet's logit. After all, Marble had to have submitted her own blood as well, and it could be that her sample was the one that produced the result.
"Hold up, Captain.-" Muscled in on the conversation the Security expert. Her raucous voice fit her well. "-Why would she need to do that, though? I just thought about it, and, in my opinion, she would not have told us at all about this if she was the Futa. After all, why inform us when only she, herself, would have known?" Proposed Onyx. Her opinion was an expert opinion, when it came to that sort of stuff. At least, on paper.
"That makes sense…" Muttered Rosea.
"Now, Onyx, that's-"
"Yeah that makes sense, cap." Interrupted Mocha, putting her hands on her massive hips.
"Ladies!-" Barked Scarlet, getting everyone's attention once again. "-The reason why she would do it, if she were the Futa, would be simple - that someone would propose what Onyx did just now. It would be the perfect alibi, would it not? Another reason would be to sow chaos among us - looks like that's already happening, is it not? So, listen to me, and follow my orders!" Explained the Captain.
"Yes, Captain." Nodded Onyx, and everyone followed in her example. What Scarlet was saying made even more sense than what the Security expert had proposed. She seemed to be more than qualified to be the Captain of the vessel.
"Alright, good. Now, Marb-"
"MULTIPLE SHIP MALFUNCTIONS." The blast of the siren and the mechanical voice interrupted Scarlet, and she could do nothing to reprimand it. What was worse, that meant a plethora of horrible things could happen in the very near future that could render the ship totally inoperable, stranding them in space, with no opportunity to call for aid, it could lead to a reactor meltdown, or a malfunction in the Oxygen systems, leaving them either blown to bits or suffocated.
Everyone on board fulfilled a certain role, and everyone needed to attend to their tasks if they were to make the journey. These trips were normally messy and the attention of the passengers was more than required. They would need to handle those issues with the great danger of this Futa lurking in the crew.
"Damn…" Muttered Scarlet, while everyone started worriedly looking around, glancing at the door leading out of the Medical Bay. They all needed to be somewhere else, managing the malfunctions and making sure the ship was stable. This was not a good thing.
"Captain, if I may suggest, could we leave Onyx here with Marble, have both of them conduct their scans, while everyone else besides them preoccupies themselves with their tasks, and, once done, we can pass through Medical Bay to get our scans done?" Proposed Rosea. A pensive moment of silence. Onyx knew that was not a bad idea, but both the Security expert and the Captain knew that there was an issue. Scarlet, however, nodded.
"I suppose that's appropriate, Rosea. You heard her, ladies. Get to it!" Everyone bolted out of the Medical Bay, with the exceptions of Scarlet, Marble, Onyx and Blue. The engineer slowly walked out.
"Well, I suppose you should get to it." Onyx told the medic, and the latter sighed quietly. She stepped onto the scanning platform and the holographic green lines started trailing along her body. Onyx walked a bit back and sat down on one of the beds. Scarlet put a hand on her shoulder.
"I want to trust you. Keep her safe."
"Captain, I'll do my best, but there's a problem."
"Problem?"
"Before the meeting, I got a warning in Security that 'the Skeld' was approaching an asteroid belt. I got that from Navigation, so you know about it.-" She paused for a moment. "-I might need to check on the shields and use the weapons to carve a path." Onyx finished, and allowed Scarlet to get the hint herself. The Captain, naturally, did.
"I get that.-" She sighed heavily. "-I think the Futa might target her, do something bad, if we aren't careful. After all, Marble will uncover her, if anyone will."
"I'll do my best, cap. But I'd say it'll be important to check up on the shields, at least, cuz that could spell big trouble for us. Bigger than even that Futa." Onyx realized how that came out sounding, and shook her head at her own jumble of words. Scarlet nodded and walked off to attend to her own duties.
Onyx sat on the bed and looked at Marble for a while. The medic was standing as still as she could while the scan was taking place. From what the Security expert knew, each one of those would last around ten minutes, meaning that they would spend around two hours scanning through everybody, in the best case scenario.
She could not believe that something like this was happening. How could a Futa have gotten the proper permits, the proper identification, everything needed, to get on a ship with proper security, Onyx asked herself. She had missed something, no doubt. There was no way everything was perfectly prepared and falsified. No way, unless, of course, there was something she did not know about Futas.
"Marble, can you talk while having your scan?" Asked Onyx. She figured it was as good a time as any to educate herself a bit better, so she would be able to formulate a plan of action. Maybe just prepare herself for whatever was to come?
"I can, yes. Did you want to ask something?" Marble sounded as if she was anything but calm, yet she made the effort to appear as if she was. She was, indeed, a medical professional.
"I was wondering if you'd mind telling me more about Futas. I mean… I know most of the stuff that's to be known, but it's just super weird. Like… Why are they the way they are?"
"Onyx, that's a question I can answer without satisfying your curiosity. They are the way they are because of their nature.-" She stopped for a moment, as if she was lost in thought. "-Futa seminal fluid has that effect on the brain of any creature, except other Futas. However, even though Futas may have both a phallus and a vagina, they do not produce egg cells. That means Futas can only reproduce by using others."
"And that's no good, is it?" Pitched in Onyx. She knew about that, but had the feeling Marble was getting at something else.
"No. Though there is no other way for them to reproduce. Some humans could accept not being able to reproduce, but a Futa, on a subconscious level, has a need, a great urge to copulate with, and inseminate, a woman. A castrated Futa is like a human without half their organs. They live for a few months and then die. There is no alternative for a Futa, and so they seek out women and do what they want with them. Their pheromones make sure the victim is not only unlikely to struggle, but even cooperative…" She grew quiet. The beeping of the scanner drowned out the whirr of the engine, but it was present, still.
Onyx shuddered at the thought of that. Women, being forced by their own bodies to make love with the Futa, only to then be turned into soulless, mindless receptacles for semen.
"They breed, rather than make love. Every single copulation results in offspring. It can be a normal girl, or a Futa. The gestation period is far, far shorter than that of humans, probably because the brain no longer uses up nearly as much energy as it normally does. The children grow faster, too. It's a cruel fate." Marble whispered the last sentence and, once again, fell silent.
Onyx both regretted asking the question, but also felt as if it had been important for her to know it precisely. She had known a few things previously, but not nearly as much as she did now. A plan of action formed in her mind. A risky plan, but one nonetheless. They could lure the Futa by provoking her, sexually, or they could try and base it on age. The chances of a Futa being very young were pretty high, as them growing faster meant they would be considered adults earlier.
Marble's scan ended, while Onyx thought of what she would do. The Security expert took her place on the scanner and began her own. They were both quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. The scan was done after ten minutes, and Marble showed the results to Onyx. Neither of them matched the sample.
"Well, that's a relief.-" Said Onyx, feeling her mood lighten. "-That means we can figure out who's the Futa and get rid of the problem." Announced the Security expert and walked over to the beds.
"It does… Say, Onyx… What'll happen to the Futa?" Asked Marble. Onyx was a tad surprised by the question. Being a medical professional surely involved her knowing how to deal with such issues. Or, maybe, she was curious to know because of another reason, one unknown to the Security expert?
"Well… If she's done nothing other than just get on the ship, she'll be isolated, we'll call the appropriate specialists to come and pick her up, and that'll be it. However, if something's happened… I think it'll be up to the Captain." Explained the Security expert.
"I see… Let's hope nothing's happened, alright?"
"Yeah, let's hope everything's…-" Onyx remembered the problem. She grunted. "-I gotta check on the shields, and see if we're going in the Asteroid belt, Marble, I just remembered. Say, you wanna come with me, make sure you're saf-"
"Oh, hello." Muttered a taut voice from behind her. Onyx turned around and saw Blue walking towards them, lugging an empty gas canister with herself.
"Hello, Blue. Done early?" Asked Onyx, feeling herself tense up. She grew nervous once again.
"Oh, no, but, uh… I, uh… I got done fueling the Upper Engine, and was… I figured I could pass by and… And see if everything's alright?" Mumbled the engineer. An idea popped up into the Security expert's head.
"Say, Blue, how about you do your scan with Marble, while I go check up on the shields? Engines probably have enough fuel to hold out for ten, fifteen minutes, right? I don't wanna leave her all alone, and, that way, we could get two birds with one stone, you know?" Offered Onyx, beckoning the engineer.
"That's… That is not a bad idea." Agreed Marble and moved so that Blue could pass by her, if she so desired.
"Ah… Uhm… Okay, yeah. There's enough fuel for a few minutes." Grumbled Blue as she wobbled over to the scan, like a penguin, and stood still while the green lines started tracing her body.
Satisfied with that, Onyx ran off. Through the Cafeteria, to Weapons. She took a glance at the monitor attached to the Cannoneer seat. There were Asteroids everywhere. Shields would need to be checked on immediately, as their Integrity could be down by a large percentage. She jogged past O2, swished by Navigation and made her way to Shields.
The console was screaming, and, when she got to it, it was just in time. Doing what she had been trained to do, Onyx managed to mend the situation, getting shield integrity back up to fifty percent, but it would not go any higher than that, as a few beams had overloaded. That called for a diversion of power, but it would take too long.
She ran up from Shields, past Navigation and O2, wherein she glimpsed Rosea's wondrous bottom stretching her business pants out, and got back to Weapons. Seating herself in the Cannoneer seat, Onyx focused on the monitor and started moving the joysticks around, firing against encroaching chunks of stone.
That, however, took a lot longer than anticipated. The asteroid belt was particularly wide, and, although not that dense, it required her constant attention to clear. She could have opted to trust Scarlet and Esmeralda in Navigation to swivel past the rocks, but with shields only operating at half power, she did not want to risk it.
When the empty vacuum of space was revealed before her, she immediately hopped off the seat and ran towards the Medical Bay. The Cafeteria was vacant, and she was very worried. Onyx rounded the corner and burst into the white chamber. Her eyes, beyond the visor, widened.
There was a thick, white liquid all over the beds, as well as the scanner on the floor. Undoubtedly, a rancid stench was carried through the air, but it was being filtered by her suit. Marble lay splayed on the floor, her massive breasts slathered in the goopy cream, her suit ripped open and her expression vacant. Her gaping womanhood was quivering slightly, and vast amounts of the viscous fluid leaked out it.
She had been attacked.
