"I knew it was you, you dirty bitch!-" Esmeralda was fuming. Her scream was the first thing either of the crewmates heard when the meeting was called and they were assembled in the Cafeteria. The Navigator was pointing at Lavender while breathing heavily. "-It was you, I knew it!"
"No, it was not." Answered the shorter woman, her monotonous voice betraying no emotion. Onyx did not like that this was starting off with such a great volatility. At that rate, they would not be able to discuss anything - they would have to shout over one another, and it was likely that they would not manage to convey any information about their movements.
"It is you! It's you, you lying, filthy fucking piece of-"
"How can you know, Esmeralda? Tell us!" Interrupted Rosea, leaning against the table. She was doing a good job taking on the role of reason, but Onyx did not know if the voluptuous woman would be able to keep the meeting working.
"She-" For a moment, Esmeralda stuttered. That was a bad sign. It showed her uncertainty, and illustrated that her argument might be flawed. "-She turned the lights off just so she could get away from me!" The Navigator's cries sounded loud and clear. There was no doubt in her voice, and yet that small pause, that stutter - it spoke volumes, at least to Onyx.
"I was there, too!" Added Pumpkin. Esmeralda turned to the cook, as if ready to reply with another shout, but, instead, simply nodded.
"Okay, how about we all tell one another where we were, so we can figure it out?" Tried Rosea, using the fact that Pumpkin had interjected with her whereabouts to segway into this. It would be more helpful than Esmeralda screaming at Lavender.
"Well, the three of us - me, Esmeralda and Pumpkin - were moving towards Reactor. That was my destination - I do not know about the two of them-"
"I was following yo-"
"Esmeralda, please! Don't interrupt her. You'll have time to give your side of events." Intercepted Onyx. She was getting annoyed. While it was true that not everyone was capable of keeping it together in a stressful situation, she figured that they could, at least, try to remain sane. A measure of civility was necessary.
Esmeralda growled, but crossed her arms before her chest and quieted down.
"Please continue, Lavender." Urged Onyx and receded as best she could. Lavender nodded to the Security Expert.
"As I was saying, I do not know about what the destinations of the two of them were, but we never made it to Reactor. Between Upper Engine and the crossing between Security and Reactor, the lights went out. I grasped at the wall as fast as I could. Esmeralda screamed 'damn it you whore' and I heard someone banging around. Then it quieted down. After a few minutes passed, I got concerned - Canary is usually in Electrical, she should have fixed the Lights, but they were still out. I figured I could start moving towards the location so I could fix the Lights, due to the fact there was a possibility that Canary could have gotten hit.-"
"You're lying!" Exclaimed Esmeralda, garnering a few shushes. She cursed quietly and raised her hands in surrender.
"By the time I was in Lower Engine, the Lights came back on. Pumpkin was peeking from the corridor leading up to the crossing between Reactor and Security, holding onto the leftmost wall - like I had. Esmeralda was nowhere in sight." Lavender finished and motioned for whoever wanted to speak next.
"She's lying!" Bombastically announced Esmeralda, one more time. Onyx shook her head, but figured she would allow the Navigator to tell her side of the story. Pumpkin would confirm or deny it, seeing as she might be the key to this mess. But, the notion that Canary could be the Impostor suddenly took hold.
It was very convenient - she was always in Electrical. That was her alibi - she was in Electrical. Nothing really stopped her from leaving, doing those horrible things she did, and then going back to Electrical. And her absent mindedness could be just a front. She could have purposefully left the Lights off.
"Esmeralda, please, calm down!" Pleaded Rosea.
"How can I be calm when there's this- This piece of murderous, rapist shit on board, and none of you-"
"Please! Just tell us what happened. We can't know you're saying the truth, unless you tell us exactly what happened!" Rosea interrupted the Navigator and clasped her hands together, trying to underline the sincerity of her plea. A moment of silence passed, and, finally, Esmeralda sighed heavily.
"Alright. I see where you're coming from, I guess.-" She exhaled and put her hands together, in front of her face. "-I ran after Lavender to prove it was her. Pumpkin followed us. The Lights went out when Lavender said they did, where she said we were, but everything after that is a lie. I heard banging to my left - which was where… Security is. It was as if something was moved. That's when I got 2 and 2 together. It's why she could do what she did! See, there's vents all over the ship - and she jumped in one, then went out somewhere around Comms, then di- She did whatever it was that she did to Mocha, and then back through the vent, into wherever she was!
"It's how she got the Captain too! She always goes to Reactor, or at least says she does, but she actually just goes, hops in the ventilation system and walks to wherever she wants to be, and then fucking kills anyone she wants to!"
"That's a false claim." Stated Lavender, crossing her own arms in front of her chest.
"Yeah, right! And then, when the lights did come back on, I was between Security and Reactor, and I didn't even see her! Pumpkin was ahead of me, so she's safe, but that bitch was probably running off somewhere with her cock still in her hand! It's her!" Exclaimed Esmeralda and slammed her hands down on the table.
Onyx knew about the ventilation systems, but she doubted they were big enough for anyone to fit through them, even Lavender. On top of that, it would not be possible. After all, she had… Well, she did not actually. She had not seen Lavender, when the doors got closed, prior to the events that transpired, leading up to Scarlet's… Neutralization. Lavender had not even spoken - she had just knocked. Esmeralda seemed to be getting at something, and Onyx could not help but consider her words. Though they needed some more substantial proof.
"That's… That might explain some things, but only if it were true.-" Rosea stated and sighed. She turned to the Cook. "-Pumpkin, it might be up to you. In any case, I was with Onyx the whole time. We went down towards Storage, but the Lights went out and we slowed down a bit. We did make it to Electrical and fixed the lighting. Canary was there, but, admittedly, she always sticks her head in the dimmest parts of the Chamber, she could have failed to notice the Lights going out…" Informed Rosea, with Onyx nodding to confirm that what the voluptuous woman was saying was true.
Pumpkin fiddled with her fingers for a moment. The silence was deafening, and, even though the whirr of the engines was everpresent, it could not drown out the horrible quiet. The Security Expert found herself needing to gulp down, as if there was something stuck in her throat.
"Well-" Muttered Pumpkin, looking at both Lavender and Esmeralda. "-I kinda want to trust someone here, but… It just doesn't make sense, you guys. I want Esmeralda to be right, because I voted for Lavender last time, and I was certain she was the culprit, but… But I saw Lavender in Lower Engine. I saw her. It… It couldn't have been her." The Cook's voice was very quiet, very uncertain, as if she was fighting back tears. Onyx felt herself growing short of breath, as she realized that people were truly bound to be affected by the events in a different manner.
It was not just the training they had. Lavender probably did not have training, but she was taking it very, very calmly. Even though she was being accused, her emotions did not show up for even a second. Esmeralda was incredibly angry. She supposedly had some training, but, apparently, the great certainty in her soul, that the culprit was, indeed, Lavender, had overwritten that learned predisposition to orderly conduct. Pumpkin was almost crying, because she had, probably, realized that she could have killed an innocent person. Being led on by the herd could have disastrous results.
Onyx' heartbeat grew more and more rapid. Why was this happening?
"No… No, you're not right!-" Snapped Esmeralda, turning to regard Pumpkin. The Navigator was back into her unhinged, driven by wrath state. "-You- You probably didn't see me because your back was turned towards me! That's it, that's why you didn't! I couldn't have done it- You'd have known, you'd have heard me moving past, or felt- You'd have known!" Exclaimed the Navigator, though her voice grew weaker as she went on.
"As unlikely as it might be, there is a possibility that she is the Impostor.-" Stated Lavender. "-The Helm of the Skeld is structured in such a manner that the Captain's seat is in front of all other seats, and, unless Scarlet was prone to swiveling about and checking up on Esmeralda, instead of doing her duties, it is entirely likely that she could have snuck out to neutralize Marble. After that, it ought to have been easy for her, because we were shooting blanks." Mused the shorter woman. Her words kept making more and more sense.
"No… No, I-"
"That is entirely possible, but would she have gotten past Pumpkin? Wasn't our Cook in the Cafeteria when Marble was… Taken out?" Rosea questioned. Her voice seemed strange. As if she, too, was struggling to breathe properly.
"I wasn't in the Cafeteria throughout all of it. Remember, I went to Storage and-"
"It wasn't me! It's Lavender! She's playing you all like- Like fools! I couldn't have gotten out because Rosea was in O2! She would have-"
"So, too, would have Scarlet. We're operating with the… The assumption that you're a good sneak." Interrupted Onyx and rubbed her forehead with her hand. She did not like this, not one bit. Just the sheer fact that they were thinking about it, considering it out loud, it only made it more likely that some of them would be inclined to vote her off. That could be the wrong move.
"Oh, fuck you! Security Expert, my ass! You aren't doing your job well at all, are you? So shut the fuck up and don't even speak!" Snapped Esmeralda and her finger accusingly pointed at Onyx. Those words hurt more than she had expected they would, because they were true. There was no lie in them, and she knew it was so. She felt her shoulders slumping.
"I- I, uh… I don't think-"
"Canary, it's too late to say anything. Everything's been said." The Engineer's mumbling was cut short by the Cook's soft spoken words. Pumpkin shook her head, when Canary looked to her, and sighed.
No one did say anything else. Everyone was deep in their own heads, thinking. Esmeralda's clenched fists illustrated her anger, but, simultaneously with that, they showed a measure of powerlessness she could have been feeling. At least Onyx figured that was the reason.
Voting began, and everyone cast their votes. Esmeralda's vote was to throw Lavender off the ship, much like last time. Onyx suspected that the rest of the votes would be identical, and, as a result of that, no one would be ejected into the cold nothing of Space. Two votes in favor of skipping the vote and not killing anybody, Rosea and the Security Expert. That was when Onyx felt a chill run up her spine. Three votes to cast Esmeralda out of the Skeld - Lavender, Pumpkin and Canary.
"Wha- NO!-" Screamed the Navigator as her body started getting dragged along the floor, in the direction of the Storage. "-You- You fucking fools! She'll kill all of you! Canary, you dumb bitch, this is on yo-" Her voice was cut out as she was shoved into the hatch, then a click sounded, and silence.
Onyx closed her eyes and held her breath. She was not thinking clearly enough. This might have happened because of that. She opened her eyes again and looked around the table. Five of them left.
"That's that." Stated Lavender and started walking towards the corridor leading to the Upper Engine. Probably headed to the Reactor, again. Her emotionless state left Onyx feeling a measure of desire to be more like her. She seemed to be taking this well, far too well. Though, why would she not? If she was the Impostor, that was one less finger pointed at her. If she was not the Impostor, she believed she had gotten rid of the Villain, and everything would go back to functioning right.
Still, though, Onyx could not help herself but feel suspicious of Lavender. That was not new - she had felt uncertain as to whether the Impostor had been removed when Blue was tossed overboard, and now she was also uncertain whether or not Esmeralda had been the Futa. There was no way of knowing, and that frightened her the most.
"I… I'll go back to Electrical. I… I got a few things to do, and then I can… Maybe help out with your duties?" Canary mumbled as she looked up at Rosea and Onyx. The Security Expert felt an incredible sense of guilt, and just nodded to the Engineer. The voluptuous woman, on the other hand, sighed dejectedly.
"Good luck, then." She spoke, in a friendly manner, and bent over to pat the Engineer's head. The unexpected, almost motherly gesture surprised Onyx, but the Security Expert found herself far more surprised by where her eyes lingered. Rosea had a very, very big ass… Though, for the life of her, Onyx could not tell why she needed to make that observation to herself.
"Thanks… You too!" Muttered Canary, uninspired by Rosea's kind reply, and started trudging down the corridor leading into Storage, on her way towards Electrical. The voluptuous woman straightened her back and sighed, again.
"Well… I hope that's it. Pumpkin, what are you planning on doing?" Inquired Rosea, turning to the Cook, who was standing over the table, facing away from them. She looked at them, after being addressed, and shrugged.
"I have to accept the diverted power, in O2. And then there's a garbage chute there, might need cleaning. What about you two?" Responded Pumpkin. She was not very cheery anymore, judging by the sound of her voice.
"I'd like to go to Admin, take a look at the sensors. Maybe I'll be able to spot movement that seems irregular." Said Rosea, but there was a lack of certainty in her voice.
"I think it'd be better to take a look at a vent, or two. Figure out if Esmeralda could have really fit in them." Objected Onyx, to which the voluptuous woman turned around and looked at the Security Expert. Pumpkin also glanced at her.
"You could do that without me." Retorted Rosea, and Pumpkin gave a slight chuckle.
"You two do your thing. I'm off." She said as she started wobbling off towards Weapons, no doubt headed for O2. Onyx and Rosea regarded her as she left, at which point the voluptuous woman turned back towards the Security Expert and tilted her head to the side.
"So… Again, you could do that without me. Unless you aren't certain that the culprit has been brought to justice?" Onyx nodded in reply.
"I can't be. I voted Blue off, and it wasn't her. I didn't even vote for Esmeralda, but she's now dead. Yet… Well, we have no proof it was really her, and I feel as if things really don't add up." Reasoned the Security Expert, and Rosea made a few steps toward her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Nothing adds up. I get how you feel, Onyx, but…-" She sighed heavily, looking down at the floor. Her voice was still somewhat husky. "-I figure we can stick together for a little longer, no?" The voluptuous woman's proposition was well received by the Security Expert, who started looking around the Cafeteria, consciously looking for a vent.
"Thanks. It's a relief knowing someone has my back…-" Onyx expressed her gratitude and noticed what she had started searching for. "-Look, right there, next to the table - a vent!" Exclaimed the Security Expert and walked over to the wall between the doors leading into Weapons and Admin.
The vent was on the ground, close to the table, and, in fact, somewhat obscured by it. The grate was wide enough to allow for Onyx to stand on top of it, and the shaft itself seemed to be a similar width. She knelt down and took a closer look, and her suspicions, that there had been tampering with it, were confirmed. The grate had had its bolts removed, and was simply resting onto the small bit of metal jutting out around the slot where it normally would be attached to.
"That's not good…" Muttered the Security Expert, looking over her shoulder at Rosea, who was leaning down and looking at what was being uncovered. She had placed her hands on her lower thighs, almost on her knees, and her elbows were pushing her generous bosom out, making it seem even larger than it was. Watermelons…
"It isn't, yes… Can you fit inside?" Questioned Rosea, slightly startling Onyx and pulling her out of her inappropriate observation of her crewmate's assets. Whatever was getting to the Security Expert, she managed to suppress those thoughts and looked back to the vent. That did not stop the ominous sensation of a liquid trickling down her inner thighs from making her shudder. She was… She was aroused?
"I don't know… I guess I'll have to try!-" Informed Onyx and moved the grate, pulling it up and getting ready to attempt to shove herself in, when the grate started closing on its own. That startled her, but then she realised it just had a mechanism that kept it closed automatically. "-Could you hold it open?" She asked, and the voluptuous woman obliged, wrapping her fingers around the grate.
Onyx then slowly, clumsily shoved herself into the vent. Surprisingly, it had enough room for her to fit, though it was a bit claustrophobic, and the lighting was very dim.
And then, everything went dark. A yelp coming from Rosea signified that she was surprised by something, and then the clang of the grate as it closed itself. As sudden as that was, Onyx felt an unprecedented wave of fear washing over her. It was dark - so dark that she literally could not see anything. There was a possibility that the Futa was in the vent at this very moment, and she would be attacked by the Villain.
Rosea gasped, and her sharp inhalation was accompanied by the sound of fabric ripping. Onyx realized what was happening - the Impostor was actually attacking the voluptuous woman up there. However, instead of doing anything - to her great dismay - the Security Expert was frozen in fear.
She heard whispers, accompanied by moans - Rosea's voice sounded so strange, so filled with a feeling that had not been present before. There seemed to be no resistance, or it was so feeble that it was not even audible. Onyx, stuck in the darkness of the vent, shuddered with each moan, gasp and groan that Rosea released, and she felt herself losing her sensibility. There was… There was something very, very wrong.
The Security Expert felt physically weak. She felt herself as if she was burning, as though her entire body was overtaken by a desire so unnatural it drove her mind to struggle against her senses, against that same want, and against her craving to get out of that vent and help Rosea.
More sounds came. Ripping and tearing of fabric. Onyx imagined the voluptuous woman's bared body, her massive breasts, her wide hips, and, again, shuddered. The slight trickle that had surprised her unpleasantly, when she had looked at Rosea in that inappropriate manner, returned, and it felt more defined than before.
A thwack sounded, and then again. It was such an unexpected thing that it made Onyx' heart skip a beat. Was that… Was that the Futa's cock? Was the Impostor slapping their member against Rosea's body?
Unconsciously, the Security Expert's hands trailed along her body, rubbing against the hard, well defined muscles. She stopped herself, but her fingers had sunk into her volleyball-sized breasts. Onyx felt so hot, the tingling in her nethers was so powerful, she could not truly contain that urge. Gently, with her fingers, she started caressing her large mounds of flesh, emitting soft, stifled to the best of her ability gasps of pleasure each time she flicked one of her nipples, so erect that they almost poked through the fabric of her suit.
She transitioned from a ginger, self-indulging teasing, to an aggressive groping with both hands, focusing entirely on preventing herself from emitting loud moans of pleasure. She was rubbing her legs together so furiously she could imagine the fabric thinning out and ripping up. So engrossed was Onyx in her own self that she did not notice the Lights coming back on.
The Security Expert allowed one of her hands to roam over her nethers, where the suit had created an incredible camel-toe due to it getting soaked in liquids and straining against her pussy-lips. She slapped her womanhood softly and failed to hold in a gasp, as a small spurt of fluid squirted from her cunt, further dampening the fabric.
She could hear the sounds of gagging, of flesh slapping against flesh, and yet she could not force herself to stop and get out of the vent. Slowly teasing herself, diving deeper into her folds to arouse and expose her clit, which poked, almost painfully, against the suit. Onyx pressed herself against the wall, and her eyes caught a glimpse of Rosea, as well as the Villain.
Even though the Futa was there, in plain sight, the Security Expert could not focus on anything but the pair of heavy, cum-laden testicles that swung in unison with the Impostor's movements. Rosea was getting dominated and facially fucked, and Onyx could not help but feel a great envy. She stroked around the sensitive little pleasure bud, feeling her horny puss aching for attention.
Onyx lost her understanding of time and space, for a moment. She gasped faintly as she obliged the needs of her womanhood, dipping her fingers into the moist honeypot, using such force that even the suit could not withstand her, bending inwards to allow for that penetration. Vigorously fingering her passage, Onyx spent a long, long while fucking herself, spurts of girlcum making her suit's nethers wetter and wetter, carrying over to her hands and even the vent's floor beneath her.
She knew who the Impostor was. She could uncover them, she would do it… But, if she did… Rosea's moans clued her in on a truth that she had not yet truly grasped. Onyx wanted to get fucked, too. She wanted to get lost in this boundless pleasure that the voluptuous woman appeared to be experiencing. Get utterly dominated by that fat cock, get her insides totally messed up, get filled with the cum from those massive balls- She wanted it, and she wanted it bad.
Her pussy quivered as the pleasure overwhelmed her, robbing the Security Expert of muscle control, feeling how her passage contracted around her fingers, even through the thick fabric of the suit. She felt her back arching, almost leading into her banging her hand against the ceiling of the vent, as a veritable gush of fluid exploded from inside of her, splashing over her inner thighs and the lower parts of her suit. Onyx relaxed onto the floor, feeling her cunt pulsing in unison with her heartbeat, and knowing that Rosea was long gone.
The worst part was that she, herself, also wanted to be that way.
