Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Planet 842 . That was the planet's designation. Unknown to those on the Botany Bay, the planet had been discovered during their induced cryo-sleep, their decades long hibernation had not stopped the technological advances on Earth itself, and more space exploration had revealed this distant planet. Program upgrades had been sent by signal to the Botany Bay, the subjects in their hibernation experiments on how to further the human race. What could not be forseen was the crash on 842. The planet had plenty of water, and a livable atmosphere. The problem was the cold. Sending enough supplies and materials to make the planet inhabitable was deemed non cost effective. It was merely bad luck that caused the Botany to eject the cylinders as it did, sending its human cargo - nearly 6,500 beings - to land on 842. Luckily the supplies and materials it had brought, meager as they were, jettisoned toward the planet as well. Juste Shaw was one of those jettisoned toward the planet, his biocylinder cracking upon impact. Juste might have been considered lucky, his physiology one of those tampered with by the ship. Known as biometric muscle cording', Juste's body was now much more efficient. Several times stronger than most men, as well as more dense, he could weather extremes of temperature. Faster, stronger, better. Cerebral implants allow him to process information more quickly, and his optical nerves allowing him to see several times more distant and in near perfect darkness. The impact upon the surface of 842 is what first roused Juste, and as the cylinder cracked, letting the cold leak in, he came fully awake. It took only a few seconds for him to realize exactly what had been done to him aboard the ship, the neural processor informing him of the changes and upgrades. Powerful arms slammed against the door of the tube, the metal and ballistic glass flying away from the impact, opening the tube to the elements. Which didn't bother Juste one bit. Back on Earth, Juste had been trained by the Agency. One of their top Agents he'd been deployed for wetworks all across the globe. Only after he'd learned too much, finding out that several of his superiors had their fingers in too many pies, did Juste go off the grid. Fading into a ghost the man had carried on his work, but following his own directives, assassinating those that deserved it - including his former superiors. Put on the Agencie's Most Wanted list, Juste had finally been cornered, the net closing. But instead of simply killing him, he'd been sent off-planet with the riff-raff that Earth had to offer. It really didn't sit well with him. A quick scan of the area showed a field of debris, though looking skyward Juste could see that the ship, though the fuel was now spent, was caught in an orbit around the planet. Not that it would do them any good. The wind gusted, kicking up a sheet of peppering snow and ice, and Juste could see, not too far distant, a man and woman fucking in the snow. It was such an odd sight and yet it fired something in the man, and Juste looked down as he felt his cock straining at the loose pants he wore, tenting them nicely. With a throaty growl Juste cast his eyes about and saw the struggle not far from him between some man and a woman who did not seem too willing to entertain his advances. It was a decently fair fight until the man beamed her in the head with a large chunk of debris and she went down in a heap. Juste didn't care. In fact, the man could rape her all he wanted as far as Juste was concerned. There was just one simple problem. Juste wanted her. Even from here he could tell she was beautiful. Those optical upgrades allowed him to see how lovely she was, with her caramel colored skin and her lush long hair. Even as she'd fallen her breasts had been enticing, and Juste stalked toward the pair as the man closed upon her and knelt, roughly forcing her knees apart. Juste didn't announce his presence. If the man did not have the situational and spatial awareness to see him coming, well, that was his loss now wasn't it? Those immensely strong arms of Juste caught the man, who did struggle, his elbow driving back into Juste's torso, but it was like hitting a brick wall. Tightening his arms, Juste's bicep and tricep flexed and pressed into the man's neck, cutting of his air, then crushing his windpipe, then crushing his vertebrae. Now lifeless the man went lax and Juste wrenched, a spray of scarlet decorating the snow and mud as he ripped the man's head from his shoulders. His first trophy on this new world. Dark eyes were cast toward the woman as Juste let the body fall to the ground, a pool of crimson spreading from the truncated neck, the man's head held in his right hand by the hair, though Juste soon let that drop as well as he regarded the female at his feet. Kneeling he let the head roll away and he caught the woman's chin in his right hand, lifting her face to inspect it, those fingers able to crush bone if he so desired, and a single word left his lips as he looked at her. Mine.