V: "I want this to stay between us, okay? I'm still debating whether to tell it or not, and needless to say, I'm not proud at all of what I did"

Each of those present nodded in response.

V: "Phew... Here we go"

...

This happened quite a while ago, enough to have had other outings and "friendly" encounters with more people, but as I see that their stories are anything but normal, I think it's fair to share this one. It all goes back to that time when we returned to the "black garden" and made an incursion to defeat the "sanctified mind".

It was quite tough, it took us a long time to figure out the Vex mechanisms that blocked our path and how to defeat each of the machines guarding the place. Although with a little patience and brute force, we managed to overcome without major complications.

Now, do you remember when we got that weapon? "Divinity," I believe it was called.

If we thought advancing through that place was complicated, solving the puzzles and encounters to obtain it was a horrible hell. But even with all that, the fact of discovering new objects or places with each visit we made fascinated me to some extent. It was enemy territory, and one with a great historical weight for us, but the desire to discover more or to understand more about the history of the place pulsated intensely in my mind.

However, not everything was as simple as it seemed. After our triumphant return, something continued to bother me. There was a persistent feeling that the Black Garden still held secrets. Could it be possible that we had seen everything? This thought kept me up at night, and more than once I considered going back, just to explore, to discover if there was something beyond what we already knew.

So, armed with aninsatiable curiosity and an irrational desire to understand more, I began to make solo forays. The Black Garden, despite what others might think, was never a comfortable place for me. It wasn't just because of the hordes of Vex that inhabited its paths or the technological traps that lurked at every step. It was more the weight of the place's history, its dark connection to the very existence of the Darkness.

One afternoon, after a particularly fruitless exploration, I found myself in the depths of the garden, mentally reviewing the maps and patterns I had drawn on previous visits. Despite my best efforts, I had found nothing new, no forgotten artifacts or any structures we hadn't seen before. The same repetitive Vex patterns, the same infinite fractal constructions, and the same echoes of a past that seemed alien to any human understanding.

Frustrated, I was about to give up once more when something caught my attention. It was a slight vibration in the air, something barely perceptible but strange enough to stop me in my tracks. I turned slowly, my eyes scanning the surroundings carefully. There was nothing visible, no tangible change in the landscape, but that feeling... that feeling that something was amiss persisted.

I decided to follow my intuition and began walking towards the area where we had once faced the Sanctified Mind. Every step I took echoed in the oppressive silence of the Garden. As I approached, the air grew denser, almost palpable. Something was happening.

Finally, I reached the spot. Where once we had faced the imposing Sanctified Mind, now only an unsettling void remained. But there was something new, something that wasn't there before. A portal.

It wasn't thetypical Vex portal we had seen thousands of times before. This one seemed... different. The energy lines that formed it were unstable, fluctuating erratically, as if trying to conceal its true form. My instinct told me that backing away was the sensible thing to do, but curiosity was too strong.

With one last look towards the dark horizon of the Garden, I decided to cross the threshold.

The world changed in an instant. The first thing I felt was the weight of the silence. It wasn't a natural silence; it was oppressive, as if the air itself was dead. The second thing I noticed was the landscape.

I couldn't call it a garden. The Vex structures I knew were angular, geometric, and cold, but what lay before me was something entirely different. The shapes were more organic, sinuous, almost as if the Vex had tried to mimic life but failed miserably in the process. The structures rose in twisted spirals, some suspended in the air by sheer will, while others seemed to sink into the ground like roots desperately searching for something beneath the earth.

I advanced cautiously, my steps echoing unnaturally in that void. Everything here seemed abandoned, yet at the same time, expectant, as if something was about to happen. And then I saw it.

In the center of the ritual area, there were several rows of Vex. They didn't move. They knelt in perfect synchrony, aligned with an almost disturbing precision, gazing towards a point on the horizon. At first, I thought they were shut down, in suspension, but there was something in their posture that made me think otherwise. It was as if they were waiting, in some kind of trance.

My eyes followed their gaze, and I saw it. A Vex, much larger than the others, in the center of the structure. It too was in suspension, but its presence dominated everything. There was an energy emanating from it, something ancient and powerful. The altar on which it rested was unlike anything I had seen before. It was adorned with symbols that seemed to fluctuate, changing with every blink, and the air around it vibrated with a dark, latent energy.

It almost seemed like they were... worshiping it.

The idea that the Vex, purely logical and mechanical creatures, could have any concept of worship seemed absurd to me. And yet, the scene before me left no room for doubt. There was something deeply ritualistic about everything I saw. This place was sacred to them in a way I couldn't comprehend.

I took a deep breath to clear my mind before taking the first step. I firmly held my weapon and began to advance slowly through that strange place, alert for any possible movement of those vex in a state of "suspension." With each step I took, I could see more detail in every structure and symbol of the place, noticing a barely perceptible pattern in the surroundings. I also noticed how the entire place seemed to be surrounded by large quantities of "vex milk" resembling an extensive sea.

As I walked, I cautiously examined these vex in a position of worship to that thing at the top of the place. Nothing out of the ordinary, within reason, just the same vex that we have killed so many times and will continue to kill in the future.

With more confidence and knowing beforehand that, despite the number of vex present in the place, they would not be a match for me, I decided to advance further towards the vex they were worshiping. I climbed the stone stairs towards that strange altar. Once there, I could get a better look at what that thing was.

It was curious to see. It was too big to be a goblin and too light to be a minotaur. It was like a mix between a minotaur and a hobgoblin, having the shape of both in a kind of poorly executed fusion.

Now, here comes the fun part.

The vex...

The vex had tits...

...

D: "A vex... with tits?"

V: "and a huge pair indeed"

...

Being a bit more descriptive, the vex was kneeling facing the other vex who were worshiping her. Her body structure reminded me of a certain sculpture I once saw in the ancient archives of past human civilizations, a sculpture representing a "goddess" of fertility from an ancient civilization.

This vex possessed the same characteristics as the sculpture I mentioned. Her head proportional to her body, thin but strong arms, ample chest, slim waist, and wide hips and thighs. As I said, she seemed like a poorly made fusion of two vex, unlike the characteristics I mentioned, an unusual discovery to say the least.

From this point, everything began to slightly distort...

I stayed there for a few long minutes, looking, analyzing, observing its peculiar anatomy. I would have remained there longer, mesmerized by the landscape, if it weren't for something that caught my attention, pulling me out of my trance. Without having moved or disturbed that creature, for some reason still unknown to me, it began to lactate slightly, barely perceptible as it was the same color as its chest. It wasn't much, but I could notice it.

Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind in a matter of seconds. What kind of aberration was this? Should I kill it? Do I need to report my discovery to the vanguard? Each question more coherent and logical than the last about what I should do. And yet, among all of them, the craziest, the stupidest, and the sickest prevailed over the others.

As they say.

"Men only think with their dicks..."

...

R: "You don't..."

B: "Dear lord..."

...

I didn't even think twice, once the idea crossed my mind, my body responded naturally. It could be said that this time my intrusive thoughts won.

With all the calm in the world, as if I had been practicing for this moment, I holstered my weapon and removed my helmet without caring if I could breathe in that area or not. If my ghost spoke to me at that moment, I don't know, I was just focused on one thing. I knelt beside that Vex, feeling the slight hum that his body emitted in that suspended state. Swallowing saliva, my hands reached out timidly to touch his chest. As you might expect, it was soft to the touch, like touching a water balloon but with a texture made of some light polymer.

It only took a few seconds of touching it for it to react even more, causing what seemed to be its nipples to protrude slightly. This thing was reacting to my stimuli as if it were an organic being.

I took a deep breath, still unsure of what I was going to do, but my actions were already decided. My brain is experiencing a rush of emotions about what I was doing. From curiosity to excitement and from happiness to discomfort, in retrospect, at that moment I didn't know how to feel about it. What I did know, however, was that I didn't want to stop.

My hands explored the contours of her breasts with firmness as if it were the first time I had seen a pair like hers. The texture of that area was intoxicating, urging me to touch more and with more force than before. Lost in my own game, I barely noticed how the buzzing emanating from this thing began to gradually increase, alerting me to something I wouldn't know until I was fully immersed in my new "mission."

Slowly and unknowingly, my hands began to soak in the liquid that this vex was lactating from her chest. It had no smell, and its consistency was similar to the seas of "vex milk" that surrounded us. Watching it expel that "milk" awakened something in me, a primitive instinct perhaps, one that urged me to perform acts far from sane.

Before I could reflect on the ideas invading my mind, I found myself licking my lips and feeling a kind of thirst I hadn't felt since my younger years when I used to get drunk on weekends.A simple blink was enough to see myself crawling towards that unmoving vex in its suspended state. With agility and precision worthy of a hunter, I settled in her lap as a child seeking the comfort of his mother. My head perfectly aligned with her left breast and supported by her left hand, immobilized in place. I had a front-row seat to that pair that caught my attention so much and I desired to get more from it.

My agitated breathing contrasted with the tense atmosphere of the vex-induced trance, while I watched as the "vex milk" slowly flowed gracefully from her erect nipples. I settled once again in my place, placing one of my hands on her chest while my mouth salivated and opened ready to taste that nectar inviting me to savor with each expulsion of it.

...

C: "Bro..."

R: "We all have our fetishes, but no one is here to hear about your mommy issues..."

B: "We want to hear action, not this... thing."

The group's discomfort was almost palpable; no one expected a story of this nature.

...

It took less than a second for me to taste an unpleasant flavor that made me immediately reject the liquid in my mouth. It was like a bucket of cold water for my dark thoughts, which vanished as I forcefully expelled the contents from my mouth to get rid of the unpleasant taste. I spat and vomited slightly, grateful that I hadn't swallowed the liquid I had once thought would be delicious.

I was weak, I admit it.

My breathing was still heavy, and my heart was racing even after getting rid of the liquid. A mix of emotions flooded my mind, with anger standing out the most. I was angry and humiliated at having stooped to such an act. This feeling of anger and humiliation was all my immature mind could express without conflicting with itself.

I needed to vent, and I knew exactly what to vent against...

The cold metal floor trembled slightly beneath my feet as I looked up, unable to suppress the shiver that ran through my body. Just a few meters away, the imposing figure of the Vex that I had pushed moments before, thinking it was still suspended, now stood upright.

Its eyes, once dull and lifeless, now shone with a pale and constant glow, as if studying each of my movements. It made no sound. It held no weapon. It simply remained motionless, in a neutral yet unsettling posture. Its angular and precise metallic head slowly turned towards me, and in that instant, I knew it was not just a mere spectator.

I felt as if that cold and calculating gaze was piercing through every layer of my being. There was no hostility in its stance, but neither a sign of peace. It was as if, at that precise moment, the Vex was observing, not only with its metallic eyes, but with a deeper consciousness, analyzing the decisions I would make, evaluating my next move with a precision I could not comprehend.

The air around me seemed thicker, each second stretching into an eternity as we both stood there, motionless. Its presence was overwhelming, not because of its size or power, but because of the certainty that everything I did was being recorded, stored somewhere in that cold and incomprehensible mind.

The anger began to boil inside me like an unstoppable storm. The accumulated frustration, the lingering humiliation of what I had done before with that Vex, consumed me. I felt the blood pulsing in my temples as I looked at him, standing there, impassive, analyzing every one of my movements as if I were nothing more than an insignificant variable in an equation.

The silence was unbearable. How could he be there, in front of me, doing nothing? Not saying anything, not showing a trace of life or intention. That stillness, that lack of response, was what infuriated me the most.

Without thinking, without even considering the consequences, I stood up abruptly, fury driving every muscle in my body. The Vex made no move. It remained motionless, as if nothing I did could disturb its neutrality. But I no longer saw that stillness as a sign of power, but as a mockery.

With an uncontrollable roar, I lunged at her. The moment my hands gripped his cold, metallic structure, I felt the resistance of his body, rigid and solid like a wall. But my momentum was too fast. We fell to the ground with a dull thud, my weight crushing his torso as we landed.

There, on the ground, I found myself sitting on top of her, my knees digging into the sides of his cold armor, subduing his arms with a force born of resentment. I had her trapped, or so it seemed. My hands held his limbs, forcing them to the ground with all I had, while she remained there, still, making no effort to free himself.

His head barely moved, tilting slightly to observe me better, as if trying to understand what I was doing. His metallic eyes continued to shine with that pale glow, but there was no response in them. No struggle, no desperation, no attempt at resistance. She just stood there, watching me, expectant, observing what I would do next.

That impassive gaze burned me more than any attack. I had subdued her, yes, but what did that mean? There was no victory in his submission because it wasn't real submission. It was as if that thing had no interest in defending itself. It didn't even bother to react, as if it were waiting for me to finish my tantrum and then simply continue with whatever it was doing before.

I was on top of her, my hands trembling with tension, my teeth clenched, but something inside me began to waver. Why wasn't he doing anything? Why was she still waiting? The Vex was not a normal machine, not like the others I had destroyed before. There was something in his calmness that made me feel small, insignificant, as if all my anger, my hatred, were irrelevant in his logic.

My breathing was heavy, panting. I wanted to break it, destroy it, but there was something deeper in my subconscious. A feeling even more primal than wanting to be nurtured by that thing, a feeling that all of you have shown me and will continue to show me as these stories progress.

The desire to "reproduce" with this thing... That would be my release...

After all, if it didn't flinch in the current situation, would it move if I tried to do something more with it?

A sadistic smile slowly formed on my face with the last thought still lingering in my mind. My hands released their grip on the Vex's wrists only to wrap around her neck, squeezing firmly. I could feel the metallic structure with its cables contracting under my grip. I held on for just a few seconds before releasing and sliding my hands to the main attraction.

The coldness of her breasts starkly contrasted with the softness they conveyed to my fingertips, which wasted no time in tracing their contours with a passion and lust never before seen. The Vex remained motionless in that position, watching the spectacle unfolding on her body, only occasionally moving her head as if analyzing my actions.

At this point, you should have been able to figure out what I was going to do with her.

Release her breasts for a moment to get up from the floor and sit on the area of her metallic abdomen with all the calm in the world. With a couple more movements, my erect cock was resting on her large breasts. I could almost say I felt that thing tremble slightly when I let it fall on her.

Placing my hands back around her chest, I gently separated them, placing my cock in the center to then be buried by those masses of silicone and polymer. No lubricant or saliva was needed. The softness and texture they offered were all I needed at that moment. Without waiting for any invitation, my hips began to move slowly as they explored this new sensation that only increased as my hips wanted to show speed.

My hands squeezed the outline of her breasts, pressing my cock against her at times just to feel more of that sensation that drove me crazy every second. It felt somewhat cold, yes. But the texture had nothing to envy from human skin or the inside of another "girl."

The gaze of that thing was fixed only on the tip of my cock, which came and disappeared with each thrust of my hips. I no longer cared if it was conscious, if it was analyzing me, or any other stupid theory that had crossed my mind. I just wanted to reach orgasm through that thing.

Part of her chest began to stain with my pre-cum, aiding in the friction of my flesh against hers. My breathing became more labored and my movements more forceful. I felt myself advancing inside her, no longer able to resist in this state.

My peak moment.

Pressing that thing even closer to my body, I made my final thrusts against his chest to release my cum. Covering his chest and part of his head, I let out a sigh of relief at having released myself in such a "primitive" and unethical way.

Gently shaking my cock against her, in a kind of "marking" gesture as I released the last drop, I slowly stood up, still with my pants around my ankles, taking a few steps back to sit on the cold rock floor to catch my breath. Feelings of guilt quickly invaded me as I realized what I had actually done, against such a despicable enemy like the Vex. I felt like I had hit rock bottom by stooping to such a level just to "satisfy" my sexual desire as a form of "revenge" against that peculiar thing.

Lost in my mental wanderings on how to proceed, I realized how this thing was rising again, although still sitting on the ground. The cum that covered the beginning of her chest was slowly sliding down now that she was standing. Her head pointing in the same direction, watching the liquid descend slowly, analyzing it in some way.

One of its hands extended with that characteristic movement of the Vex, landing just before the liquid covering its chest spilled on the floor. Once the "appropriate" amount was in its hand, it separated and lifted it to better observe its structure. I just stood there, looking at that thing, unable to believe the behavior I was witnessing.

And as if it were a horror movie, suddenly that Vex twisted its head in my direction in an unnatural way. The whitish glow in its single eye turned into a characteristic intense red of the Vex.

In a pathetic attempt to get up and grab my weapon, I fell back to the ground due to my pants hindering me from making a quick movement. I managed to pull up my pants without adjusting my armor, intending to be ready for combat. After only five seconds in that foolish move, I looked back in her direction only to see her inches away from my face.

I was paralyzed.

I had faced countless enemies and died in various ways, but for some reason, whether it was the situation or the presence she exuded, she instilled in me an irrational fear that paralyzed my ability to think or act around her.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, I witnessed a significant change in the Vex. Its predominant reddish eye dimmed to slowly return to that milky white color while emitting characteristic faction noises. The next thing I felt was something cold touching my skin. I lowered my gaze towards the Vex's limbs, only to see it effortlessly reaching the area of my pelvis, pushing aside my loosely fastened pants.

Following my instinct, I tried to separate from her, avoiding this from escalating further. With the slightest movement, her other hand firmly gripped my right arm, pulling me closer to her, keeping me in place. Her grip was strong, giving the sensation that if it weren't for my armor, she would have broken my arm. She settled on the ground, bending her legs and sitting on them, while positioning my body on her thighs, still maintaining her grip. Her other hand finally found what she was looking for.

The smoothness of its surface was unexpected, as if the metal had been molded with almost millimetric precision. At first, I felt the hardness of the material, but as she kept her hand there, something changed. It wasn't an unpleasant coldness; in fact, there was something comforting about that touch. The metal, though rigid, seemed to slightly adapt to the shape of my hand, as if that Vex understood the delicacy of the contact.

And although I could feel the mechanical structure underneath, there was no roughness, only a surprising smoothness. It was as if, in its meticulous design, she had been created not just to be a machine, but to provide a sense of connection that went beyond what I expected. Despite the obvious difference between skin and metal, there was something surprisingly human in the touch.

I felt... Weird.

Her long, slender metal fingers approached my cock with an almost palpable delicacy. The cold, smooth tip of each finger grazed my foreskin with an unexpected softness, pausing just upon contact, as if calibrating the exact pressure to avoid discomfort.

The movement wasmethodical, almost reverent, as if understanding that slowness was crucial for this interaction. The metal seemed to caress, gliding calmly, adapting to every curve, exploring the warmth of human skin with mechanical precision but loaded with an intention that almost seemed conscious.

It only stopped once it noticed my cock had gotten hard again.

It turned its head in my direction, twisting it a few degrees as our eyes met. From this point, its head remained static, observing my reaction until the end of our "encounter."

Her hand carefully separated from my cock, only to rest it on one of her breasts, which she proceeded to gently squeeze, enough for her hand to be covered with that "Vex milk." Having achieved her goal, she directed her hand back to my throbbing cock from the previous caresses. I quickly realized that she would use that "milk" as a kind of lubricant.

Once her hand molded around my cock, smearing it with that liquid, that's when the real action began. I felt her whole body tense up, or rather freeze in that position, leaving me even more trapped than before. Her entire body except for that hand, which slowly began to stroke me up and down with a slow but steadily increasing motion.

It only took a couple ofseconds for her to reach a dizzying speed, only able to maintain it in a mechanical, almost rehearsed manner.

My body trembled violently at the speed with which his hand was moving in such a simple act as jerk me off. The avalanche of emotions I was experiencing was almost indescribable, but at the end of the day, they all converged into one sensation: pleasure.

It was impossible for me not to cling to that thing in an effort not to give in to the inevitable end that would come sooner or later if I continued at that speed. My chest expanded erratically with each gulp of air my lungs took in and expelled every second. My whole body was sweating like a pig on a hot day. I was close, very close to finishing.

I held onto it, gripping its metal structure tightly and closing my eyes to avoid feeling its static gaze on me at all times."Ohhhh Fuck!"I exclaimed before finishing all over the floor around us, letting myself be carried away by the pleasure that his hand still offered me.

I thought it was over. That once I had cum, I would be satisfied.

Nothing could be further from the truth...

She continued at the same speed, unfazed by the strange expressions I was starting to have as I reached a climax that seemed never-ending. I felt my legs starting to tremble, barely able to control them. The rest of my limbs felt weak with each passing second, my mind clouded, and the sound of my heart pounding drowned out the noise of my meat being struck.

Due to the lingering sensitivity, I reached another climax, though to a lesser extent. The electric sensation that usually coursed through my body was replaced by a feeling of muscular weakness throughout. This was a territory I never expected to reach. It was no longer pleasure, just a cruel way to torture myself for what I had done to her body.

I needed to break free, to get out of there at all costs before something worse happened to me.

My mind couldn't focus, and my vision started to blur slightly over time. I was held captive by the "pleasure" her metallic hand offered me without discrimination. I could barely concentrate and move my hands where I wanted. I had to think of something quickly. Struggling was not an option, not in my condition.

I felt a momentary loss of consciousness, causing my head to sway slightly towards the ground. Once I focused my vision, I noticed the solution to my problem. On the ground, near us, was still my weapon, the one I had dropped in my attempt to put on my pants.

Ignoring the fact that the Vex was still watching me, I set out to grab my weapon, mustering all the strength my body had left. My arm extended, trembling, trying to reach the weapon in a futile effort as it remained just inches away from the handle. I was getting dizzy, and I could feel the friction on my skin starting to hurt. My salvation was so far away and yet so close at the same time.

My fingers lightly brushed the weapon without being able to grasp it, while I felt that sensation repeating itself. I ended up back in her hand. Far from finally passing out, it was the push I needed to raise my hand and grip the weapon, which I aimed directly at her face.

She stopped abruptly, releasing my cock but not changing her expression despite having the barrel of my gun in her face. Slowly, I regained my composure, regulating my breathing and focusing on her. I thought that somehow she had understood the message by showing a certain degree of violence. That was until I noticed that she wasn't looking at me, but behind me.

I turned my head slightly, still aiming in her direction. I was so immersed in the situation that I didn't realize we had been surrounded by the rest of the Vex that had been suspended minutes ago. Minotaurs and goblins stood around us, watching how I had been "milked" by that Vex. Like her, they were unarmed, but they stood there, unmoving, except for the occasional movement of their heads in my direction. It was almost terrifying.

I looked at her again, absorbed in this unique spectacle.

I felt his grip loosen, allowing me to break free from the pose against my will. I quickly stood up, pulling up my pants, ignoring the growing pain in my groin, while keeping my gun pointed at any Vex that was closest to me.

I wasn't sure whether to attack or just get out of there as fast as possible.

The Vex returned to its initial position as if resting, without entering the "suspension" mode, just observing me, analyzing in some way."To hell with this,"I said, pushing past the Vex blocking my way and running as fast as I could back to the portal I came through. Luckily, none of them did anything, no shots fired, no pursuit.

Once I crossed the portal and returned to the Black Garden, I couldn't help but shed a few tears of joy and start laughing foolishly at everything I had experienced. To my surprise, the portal disappeared once I crossed it, vanishing without a trace, as if it had never existed in the first place.

...

Curious, to call this story something. The stoic gaze of "V" made it more than clear the truthfulness of the tale and how unhappy he was with the situation.

Still, he tried not to ruin the night for the others, and the jokes didn't take long to come.

V: "That's how I got milked by a voluptuous Vex,"said "V" foolishly smiling as he took another sip of his drink.

The other Guardians played along, laughing and returning to the warm atmosphere of the beginning.

D: "That was a somewhat disturbing story. Vex are no joke, huh?"The Warlock patted his friend for comfort.

C: "These stories are getting weirder and weirder. I didn't expect them to have so many experiences."

He said while swaying in his chair.

C: "Does anyone have anything else to share?"

"C" glanced at his companions, noticing how "G" raised his hand to get their attention.

G: "Well, continuing with these bizarre 'encounters.' I have a couple of stories to tell."

The Titan cleared his throat as he settled into his seat.

G: "The next story was told to me by a good friend of mine. You probably remember 'N,' right?"

The group of Guardians nodded in unison, recalling another member they hadn't heard from in a while.

G: "The first time 'N' told me, I didn't believe it at all. But now that you've all come up with such things, it seems it was true after all..."

Just as "G" was about to start his tale, a familiar voice interrupted him from behind the group.

?: Are you going to tell my story without me?

Everyone turned around at the same time. "N" had arrived, accompanied by two other Guardians, "M" and "S." Despite not being regular members of their squad, they had completed missions with the rest of the group on several occasions. "N" looked at them with a mix of surprise and amusement as he approached the table.

N: "Surprised to find you here at this hour. Mind if we join you?"

The trio took a seat with the other Guardians, removing their helmets and ordering drinks. Setting aside the stories for a moment, the trio introduced themselves and chatted briefly about how they were doing.

N: "So, were you about to steal the credit, G?"

The new Warlock of the group said sarcastically.

G: "Maybe..."

C: "Whoa, whoa, are we still going with this?"

Interrupted "C."

C: "I mean... with "S" here... No offense."

S: "Bothered by a girl's presence in your 'men's talk'?"

"S" teased "C" with her characteristic mocking tone.

S: "I bet he'll tell the story of what we did with that Tormentor."

"S" mentioned casually as she took a sip of her freshly served drink. The poker faces of the other Guardians didn't take long to appear.

G: "Uh, yeah... that's what I was going to tell."

N: "In that case, lets daddy tell you how it really happened. I'm sure none of you have had such an experience with the enemy..."

B: "I assure you we have heheh."

"B" commented, leaving "N" somewhat puzzled.

N: "Well, this goes back a few months. When we went after Nezarec..."