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Thread: Imperial Ambitions ( sunspark + BloodRedRomeo )

Mirah returns and kiss and sits back to watch. She'll want to join in on the fun at some point, but for now it's important to allow her brother to establish who's in charge here. The younger woman shrinks back at his pronouncement, while the older one glares at him defiantly. If they're from the North, as Mirah says, the languages aren't so divergent that they don't understand, and the lack of an answer is probably a defense. The elder slave is probably the same age as Mirah, or close to it, and the younger is perhaps her later teens. Her older sister moves in front of her, as though that might somehow stop Jace from defiling her with his gaze. I know who you are, Imperial. Her eyes are bright, furious, and the accent of the Northern tribes is obvious, though her grasp of the language is fine. ...and I know your kind, you think you can do whatever you please. Leave my sister out of the this, surely you have enough prizes?
Thread: Imperial Ambitions ( sunspark + BloodRedRomeo )

That's where you're wrong, he replied, removing confident. You two are the first true prizes I have gathered. He pushed the older sister aside as he grabbed the younger, pulling her close to him as he stole a kiss. He was rough with his affection, giving her no chance to retaliate. His entire movement made his list clear as day. When he parted from her, he turned to look at the older sister, curious as to how she'd respond.
Thread: Imperial Ambitions ( sunspark + BloodRedRomeo )

The younger of the two, Hana, stumbles forward when he grabs her, unprepared for the roughness in his touch. She leans into his body inadvertently, her breasts pressing against his chest. There's no shortage of stories about what happens to those captured by the Imperials, but everyone on the Frontier knows the Prince is a daemon, and Hana moans a little, out of fear. Across the room, Mirah sits back in her chair to watch. Neither of these women are a threat to her brother, even if he's unarmed, so even if they try something she's content to observe for the moment. The older sister, Sigrid, moves forward again, trying to push Jace away - to rather limited effect, she wouldn't be as strong as him, even if her hands weren't tied. Leave her alone, she says. Whatever you want, take it from me.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

In a remote section of space, a hundred-year-old starship, the Gagarin, has reappeared. This ship vanished on its maiden voyage after There is no contact. A Solforce vessel is sent to investigate. After the marine platoon sent aboard disappears, the ship's commander, in conjunction with Solforce Command Psi Ops, decide to send in one of humanity's most secret and dangerous weapons. A Psi Commando... The cryo-bay of the Behemoth was relatively quiet, currently there were few crewmembers in stasis. The technicians on guard weren't really familiar with what was going on they'd heard that some old space hulk had been found, and had awoken a platoon of Marines to investigate. Now, they had gotten a new order Awaken the Psi-Commando. Her pod was twice the size of the others, built to keep its occupant in stasis for years, decades even. Psi-commandos were too rare to let grow old and die between missions they were kept in suspended animation, until needed. As they began the revival process, the pod split open, cold vapors emerging. Inside was the body of a young, nude woman with short blonde hair, her attractive body covered in circuitry implanted into her skin.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

First, the Psi Commando, known only as Operative Soma, put on her suit. The nanotechnology flowed over her naked body like liquid, forming a second skin over her that leaves precious little to imagination. Hexagonal patterns flicker with psionic energy, drawn from the glowing tube that ran down her spine, the psionic energy core that was connected with her central nervous system, allowing her to channel psychic energy through her gear. Her primary weapon is modular, capable of being reconfigured for a variety of combat situations. She departed the Behemoth in a small, sleek boarding pod, rather than one of the massive shuttles. As she grew near, communication cuts out, only to be replaced by... another voice. Who is this? She asked.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

Really? came the voice of Riley through the deck. It sounded shocked and even offended, like it had real emotion. You really don't know when an advanced artificial intelligence is talking to you? That is quite the shame. Riley decided now would be the perfect time to scan the woman in front of it. What he saw was very surprising. Oh, my. I do, of course, remember the rumors of the psi-ops unit but I never thought it was true! The nanotechnology acting as a suit is also fascinating, yes, you will definitely do for retaking this ship! The AI was animated now, almost excited by her presence. Anyway, I am Riley and I am the ship's AI. About a third of my functions, simple things like working lifts and opening some doors, have been incapacitated as there is something in my core, trying to worm it's way in. It still hasn't got to my control units, and therefore can't move the ship. But, at the current rate, that will happen in 7 years, 4 months, 12 days, 18 hours and 27 minutes. Riley paused. Give or take 48 hours Riley paused, before it's tone got more serious. Well, unfortunately as of right now, there is only one way out of this dock, and that's straight ahead of you. Some of the old crew have been corrupted by whatever is in my core, and are now ravenous creatures...although they also still have their base urges, if you get what I mean. That's only on this level though, the further down you get, the nastier the creatures do. And the stronger too. The best marine only made it down to level 4. Not that far. Hopefully you do better. And again, I can definitely help!
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

A ship's AI? Soma said, worriedly. AIs were normally useful, but were prone to... erratic behavior when left unattended. And it sounded like this particular one had seen better days. As had this ship, she notices, as her boarding pod affixes itself to the outer hull, and begins to use an automated plasma cutter to force its way inside. Black structure gel was then pumped in the stuff was used to seal breaches in the hulls of starships, from small cracks to great holes punched through from battle damage. Soon enough, it formed a link. Soma pulled out her rifle, along with the Pulse Blaster module. Attaching it to the end of the weapon, it turned it effectively into a particle shotgun. I'll keep that in mind. Tell me more about this... alien organism, how it got aboard and what it's doing. And while you're at it, can you use a sexy woman's voice?
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

Riley watched in fascination as she used the plasma cutter to open up the hull of the ship on the top, finding the new technology fascinating. They didn't have plasma cutters on the ship. Sure, they had plasma cannon and laser rifles, but they didn't have anything like this. It watched in awe as a black gel covered over the cracks and reformed the hull once she was inside. Riley chuckled. Wow, that is pretty cool! You'll have to explain the technology once you free me from this....thing. Riley listened to her question and then her request. Soon, a sultry, seductive female voice replaced the eccentric manly one he just had. Why, of course, anything for you Riley cooed, trying it's best to please the only sane creature, or creature that could talk to it, on the ship. As for the organism, it was brought on board from Centurion-alpha by one of the scientists. It was tiny when it first appeared, but it shoved it's way inside one of the scientists and used it as a breeding ground. A few hours later, it had taken over the scientist and had formed replicas of itself which then infected the crew. Some just mutated them, others turned into far worse. Because of.... Riley paused and then the sultry voice came back. Ah, it appears all that commotion has not gone unnoticed. From the back end of the bay, through a door, appeared something. It looked like a human from far away but, as it got closer, it was full of scales, it's eyes red, rage and lust in it's eyes. Meet one of the creatures. I hope you are able to deal with it. Be careful, it's stronger than it looks! Infected Claws-6, Monstrous-4, Strong-6, HP-4
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

Soma headed down the corridor, checking to her left and right as she proceeded, expanding her mind to sense the approach of any living thing. She was thus not surprised when the infected appeared. Let's see what this thing can do, she said, and raised her rifle.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

The infected spotted the new being in the room, emitting a loud, horrifying screech at the psi-ops commando. It saw her raise her rifle, and immediately started to run towards her. It had the want to wreck havoc and destruction upon this new organism, not being able to smell anything of itself off of her. It leapt in the air, and slashed at her with it's claws
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

As the Infected charged towards her, Soma did a somersault to the side as the creature tried to claw at her, resulting in it catching only air. As she rolled back up to her feet, Soma fired a pulse blast at its back a crackling electric blue bolt of plasma shot forth at the mutant.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

The infected growled as the human in front of him managed to roll out of the way. Very nice manevure Riley's sultry voice came over the speaker. As the commando fired, the infected stood there, the shot so accurate, hoping to survive it. The infected stumbled back, feeling the pain but it decided to run towards the commando, wanting to use it's raw strength to damage the woman in front of it. Infected HP-1
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

Soma could see that her blast had nearly torn the beast apart, but yet it was still alive, though barely. As it charged towards her, she threw up a psychic barrier in order to halt the creature's advance. It worked, but only barely it appeared that something was influencing the flow of psychic energy aboard this ship. As she struggled to repel it, she brought up her particle blaster again and fired off a second time, this time managing to deliver the entirety of the plasma storm right on target.
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

No need to roll, creature can't avoid the attack or defend enough to survive The creature saw the large ball of particles fly towards it and screamed, knowing what was coming. The blast ripped through the creatures chest, green, sticky liquid splashing against the wall and floor of the ship before it collapsed, hitting the ground face-first. It's eyes unseeing as it lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around it's corpse as it no longer moved. Well, seems I was right to trust you! came the sultry AI's voice once more, almost sounding giddy with excitement from seeing what had just happened. Unfortunately, I don't think that infected was very old, probably took host in one of the marines who died right after they landed. Still, it's a good start! Onwards and downwards for you now!
Thread: The Gagarin (Causeway / Sierra 117)

Soma examined the corpse of the... thing more closely, kicking at it with her foot. What is it, she asked, slowly. Where did it come from?
Thread: History Undone (F/Fu X Any)

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Thread: Fx M or NB Female in need of a Fucking (Males or Futas welcome!)

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Thread: World of the Dead (Rin-san & CrimsonMaster)

She wasn't really wearing much, as all she had on her was just her dress, her cap, and thigh-highs. As like many other people, she was one of many confused people just stumbling about after the apocalypse had pretty much wiped out life as many people used to remember it. She was rather lucky though, as she didn't start out with practically anything useful at all. All this time, she had pretty much been guided by nothing more than large amounts of luck and her own gut to get by, and a few close encounters have been avoided from becoming much much more disastrous than she could have ever imagined. For now, she was just making her way back after a making a low-profile trip to the market, looking around for what she could even find before going back home, back to her room in her apartment, which was rather relatively unscathed, with few of the creatures as it had been barred off and mostly empty by the time the infection rolled around.
Thread: Mass Effect: Trials in tainted space. (firestarter09 & ChrisGabriel)

Today was a good day, really it was for the twin daughters of Victor Steele, both sat in their humble abode, Meena was currently doing her own things in her personal lab, while Menta lounged around on the couch. Her dull grey silver-ish Kaithrit ears twitched and swiveled around. Wonder when that stupid kid is coming, he really wants this job. Her amber eyes wonder the dull colored room, watching as sunlight sneaked it's way in through their closed blinds. She let out a sigh of annoyance as stretched a bit, letting her taunt body muscles relax. Her large breast's jiggled a bit in her tight tank top, which she took off and threw to the side. Doubt he's coming, time to let loose. She murmurs to herself, as she slid off her tight short's and panties showing off her Large Kaithrit cock cum heavy balls and a wet pussy behind that. The Half-Kaithrit daughter of Victor Steele smirked as she stroked her growing erection. Mmm, that feels so good. She purrs to herself. Else where on this planet, known as Draco three was a young Quarian male Que'n Aman, who stood amongst a large group of people, all moving around and heading to places amongst the many ships docked, some ship leaving and entering the Quarian would be left to wander about and find a way to his destination. There where several kiosks and people directing others to there destinations. What was he doing on Draco three? Well he had accepted a job offer for technical work, from a Miss, Meena and Menta Shepard Steele, who told him to come to this planet as it was where they were currently set up.
Thread: Late payments (Bevatoria and Fawnnorth)

From his office in the second floor of his four floor building, Glen Wingate looked at the spreadsheet telling him who'd paid the rent. He was the property manager, and a bit of an overbearing one, if you listened to the not so veiled whispers and murmurings of 'his' tenants. He was rumored to have evicted people the minute after their legal time limit to pay rent had come up if they didn't abide by his very exacting conditions of repayment. There were rumors, of course. Of him making them pay double, or do 'favors' for him. The younger, more attractive female tenants were either blissfully unaware or entirely too aware of his lingering gazes on their pretty little bodies. Glen wasn't an idiot, though, so he was usually careful to skirt the line between a stolen glance or two and straight out ogling of his chosen targets. At least when they were looking at him. After all, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? His gaze right now was on a picture of one of his younger tenants, Emily. The moment she'd made her way into the building, Glen had been waiting for the moment she slipped up. Because he knew that as a young college aged girl, she probably didn't have a lot of savings or cash to rely upon. Or parents, if she was renting in this part of town... Glen had left her a voicemail to come see him before the end of the day about her rent. He looked at his phone again in his small, cramped office which had a small, light brown wooden desk, a stiff metal chair in front of it, and his own old brown leather chair which he was sitting on. He was in his mid fifties - even he couldn't be bothered to remember his age these days - but looked older. He was a bigger man, and his black shorts and white t-shirt had clearly seen better days. For all of the things he could control about this building, he could never get the temperature in his office quite right but after a time, he almost preferred it this way, as it added to the ambiance a bit... Plus, it wasn't as if he wanted it cold in here anyways. Any excuse to get the ladies to stay under dressed for him...
Thread: BDSM based adventure?

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Thread: [DnD 5e] Welcome to Ixalan

It's been a rough ride the past three days, and if it weren't for the heavy fog you would now be able to see the mainland on the horizon of your voyage. Since it's departure the Schooner has had to sail through rough waters, and storms so bad that even a few of the more experienced sailors that make up it's crew seemed worried for a moment, the decks have been a flurry of activity, and high alert, but finally the seas have settled, the winds have calmed, and the sounds of the ocean have relaxed to the distance you can hear birds, and have over heard the crew that if all is well you should make landfall on the mainland by late evening as long as the current and winds hold. The Praxis Once a cargo ship now re-purposed into a ferry has three decks. The top sundeck is still wet from the nights storms, and the crew are currently in a rushed haze to fix everything, unfurl the masts and make use of the more useful air. The second deck is the cannon's and cabins. The back of the boat having been repurposed to give as much privacy as possible to the fleeing refugees, with about 5 individual rooms, and four larger shared rooms that can house six in overflow. The bottom of the ship, is still a cargo hold, though they had done their best to reshape some of it, to allow for a few more refugees, there is one additional cabin down here, however unlike all other rooms this one has had a guard posted on it at all times. The top deck also has two doors, one that leads to the quarters of Captain Brask A half orc sailor who's voice and orders could be heard clearly even over the most violent winds of the storm. He's a middle aged sailor currently assisting his crew in teing down the lines. Additionally as this is the first time that all is quiet along the waters, one of the crew has set up a galley on the sun deck, and is currently giving out food from a large stock of porrige, the few children are served first. The crew member doing so has been called Gram Gram and seems to be a kindly old woman, who has been unusually steady on their feet. among the few tables in the mids of the ship you have witnessed some gambling, cards mostly, and there are a few work songs in the air now that the crew is having a chance to relax.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Welcome to Ixalan

Perched high in the rigging, staring ahead at the endless sight of the sea, Voleen rested. A single eye stayed open, watching for anything. A ship, a reef, anything new through the fog. Divested of her usual leather and soft fabrics, she had swapped them out for more traditional sailor's garb. Quick fingers and a strong pull had endeared her to many of the crew, and she was allowed to help out - from time to time. An occasional glance downwards to assess the state of the crew and refugees was interesting, and she watched a couple arguing about something, a fight over some dice being swiftly broken up by impatient sailors, and she could even see exactly what had gone into the porridge. Nothign bad, mind you, but as bulked-up as it is, it's a good thing the kids are eating first. Swinging back down to deck nimbly, Vo keeps an eye out for several of the more interesting people she had espied amongst the refugees. Some arcane lady, with that frizzy black hair that was just asking to be grabbed in a brawl, the lightly dressed lady with crossbow and slightly sorrowful demeanour, and the last - that one lizard-girl, with such a long alluring tail. A slight shrug led Vo over to the galley since the kids had finally finished eating. Supplies holding up alright? Not easy to feed all of us lot and yourselves... She said to Gram Gram with a disarming grin, noting the sharp gaze and attentiveness of the older crewmate.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Welcome to Ixalan

Below decks Kataigida would be frequenting the gambling tables, trying her hands at the card games. It was a familiar thing really, as she would try and stat even, swearing and cursing when she lost, in the traditional and acceptable manner of mercenaries, and if she won enough to go over her initial stake, why, she bought drinks if she could. In a fashion, as she laughs and shamelessly flirts and tries to grope any man or woman near, it was not for the money. Rather, it was to keep occupied, even if she had been avoiding starting a brawl. Shaking her head, the dragonborn would sigh. She was looking forward to landfall, to the fights... and maybe see if some of the locals are any good in the sack!