Thread: Infinity's Edge (Arctic Fox & HaloHeroWolf118)

Hallen shook his head as the young pup decided to take the hard route. From behind him he pulled his two Skrull heavy blasters. These would take out things permanently. Like buildings, walls, floors, and flesh. He began firing with pretty damn good aim, his followers were able shots as well. They nearly had him boxed and reclaiming their quarry until he decided to be nasty and whip out that photonic grenade. Ducking quickly Hallen and several of his people survived. Getting up and looking over the railing he could see both alive but too far out of reach. However there were ...options. over an internal comm Hallen gave instructions to his men. He then moved back and out of sight. He gave a huffed growl as he left the area, holstering his weapons for the time being. Naya was not aware of the fire fight, falling, or the nasty vat of goo. Pushed up onto the floor next to the vat her clothing was now wet and slightly sticking to her, her blouse clinging to her skin showing her well rounded curves and practically molded around her breasts. The cold dampness making them rather ...alert, actually very alert it seemed. Her long hair now blended with the goo clung to her skin as if she had been swimming. After a few precious calm moments her slightly labored breathing became a bit calmer. Looking at her he could see something else as well, it had been hidden by the blouse and trench she had been wearing. A whitish stone at the base of her throat. Tech implant? Species physiology? fashion trend? hoisted over him eventually as they got closer to the dock areas she began to come around. Nayas head was splitting, like she had been hit by a heavy space hauler. She began to move slightly, the goo on her making it hard to open her eyes and part of her and her clothing stuck her to him. When she did get some unstuck there was a slurpy suction like sound. Wha..a.. Hallens crew shadowed Marcus as instructed...even taking out a few rivals in the process. It did not take Marcus long to get back to the port area and his ship. Naya just beginning to gain consciousness as they were making their way aboard. Having made it aboard his ship and working to the pilots seat to take off. The seat in sight he watched as the seat turned around with Hallen in it. Set her down, Flint His blaster aimed at him and less than 6 feet from him. Didn't think it would be that easy to slip away did ya? He fired, catching both. Naya woke up again...her head splitting, but passing quickly. She was in a ..in a ..well she wasn't sure. It looked like a cross between a cabin and a prison cell. After a few breaths her eyes opened wide and she sat up bolt straight. She started to try and get up. She felt strange. It was then she realized she was not wearing what she had on before. Sniffing, she could smell a disinfecting soap. She looked herself over, someone bathed and redressed her...well barely dressed her. She was wearing a light green, sheer and revealing, clingy dress. Her hair was brushed out and left wild. Searching a bit her clothing was not to be found. There was nothing else in the room really save the bunk and a small sink and a small locker. And a door. She tried to open it. It would not budge. For Marcus he woke up tethered to a chair. He had also been cleaned up, so to speak. He was wearing some of his other clothing. His disgusting clothing was gone, but his more 'useful' items were in a pile just out of reach. There was few swats from some creatures back hand. A few laughs could be heard. And there as eyes focused was Hallen. Sitting in a rather comfy chair staring at him Awake now, boy? A clunk to the side where his hand was not tethered another of the crew let a plate of food down. He knew Marcus would ask Your ships in tow. That meant he was aboard Hallens ship Black Ice supposedly named for the floating rocky debris that does not show up on radar and hard to actually see in space, taking out many vessels.