Thread: From The Stars (Collector x Yenpointfive)

Ashling saw how Nathan looked her up and down, but did not let it phase her. After all, what did it matter what he thought of her body if she might have to kill him within the next few minutes? That said, Ashling's body was impressive, even for her species. While not particularly high-ranking, Ashling had her own squad of soldiers and had lead them on one successful mission after another over the course of her military service. She was still young, only twenty five years old, but had already received a number of commendations, which she wore during formal events. As such, she kept herself in incredibly good shape her every muscle was tight and toned, though it could be difficult to tell under her fur, which only enhanced her stunning figure. If one took her measurements proportionally to a human, Ashling would have been safely in the middle of a C-cup. However, judging from size alone, she was actually on the larger end of a D-cup and she had the proportional hips and narrow waist required to give her an appealing hourglass figure. In that case, our goals coincide, she said, letting out a sigh. If you do not provide me with the parts I need to repair my ship and leave, I will be forced to go into the nearest settlement to look for what I require. If I am fortunate, I can simply scavenge what I need and return here with no further casualties. However, the more likely outcome is that I will encounter multiple humans and be forced to kill them in order to keep my presence a secret. It will be messy and I would rather not have to add any more bodies than I have to to the current death toll, so I would appreciate it if you called off whatever reinforcements you have undoubtedly ordered and call for a list of parts to be airdropped in here. It would also help if said list was destroyed as soon as the parts were requisitioned, but I suppose that would be asking for too much. Ashling rolled her neck, letting out audible pops and cracks as she did. She kept glancing back in the direction of the camp, ready to spring for her bow if it seemed like anyone was attempting to leave as part of her protocol, she would have to bombard the makeshift camp into rubble and slay Nathan to ensure that as little information about her and her ship left the area as possible. Ashling disliked the almost senseless violence required by the protocol, but she understood its necessity the humans needed to grow and develop on their own and any interference on her part, other than to stop the spread of information about herself, her technology and her people, could have potentially harmful effects for the human race and, in the worst case, the universe. Had she crashed with one of the Bright Ones, wolves who had trained extensively and almost exclusively in the use of their psionics, things would have been simpler she could just have the Bright One wipe the memories of all humans present and the deaths would have been completely avoidable. In fact, the two of them could have simply walked into town, stolen what they needed to repair the fighter and left without anyone so much as noticing that there had been two seven-foot wolves in their midst. But alas, she had not been so fortunate. So, I will ask you again, she said, readying her sword and shield, for the sake of the civilians, will you provide me with the parts I need or am I going to have to go through you?