Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

prologue How long ago one could walk freely on Earth, feel the warmth of sunlight on your face or beach sand underfoot. However those days are now long gone. Over population has reduced many to near slave labor to those that controlled the food markets, crime became rampant. Soon it became convienient to biofreeze the down trodden, the criminals, and if you paid enough any enemy. Indefinitely stored they did not need to be fed. after nearly a century more people were biofroze than were living it seemed. Finally the World counsel realized that even that solution would not work, energy had to be used to store them, energy that could be used elsewhere. After discussions it was agreed that thier best bet, best option, was to send them off planet. By this time Earth had managed to populate the Moon and Mars, as well as a few nearby colonies, but not out of the solar system. They did locate several planets that could possibly harbor needed atmosphere and habitat for life to thrive. Immediately several interstellar spacecraft were constructed. Programmers put in abilities on board the ships main CPU and into many robounits on how to awaken the biocylinders, to monitor and alter things as needed to ensure thier safety. Even though many were some of Earths worst criminals. Murderers, rapists, drug dealers, prostitutes, embezzlers, poisoners, pedophiles, gangers, down to those just unlucky enough to be homeless or unable to bribe officials to not be frozen by a powerful enemy. Time spent travelling any diseases would be cured, any imperfection fixed such as an amputated limb. All fixed by the ship. Each ship held nearly 8,000 biocylinders, enough to ensure a wide varied genetic pool and survival. This ship, Botany Bay, on its journey encountered much over it's century or so including a meteor swarm that punctured its hull and killed nearly 1000 prisoners. Eventually repaired it scavenged a safety sub routine. As a result many probrams became scrambled, garbled, or rewritten incorrectly. The result was it began to tamper with prisoners at random. Some given augmentations some subjected to mental implants making them more agressive or more docile. A few even died. The ship was to land on a planet that was known to be fairly warm, the entire group would be addressed, then with certain devices to build a village they could rebuild human civilizaton. unfortunately that did not occur. the damage it recieved over its travel it was unable to land safely. The biocylinders in packs of 8 4 men, 4 women were shot out in groups of 2-3 then after another distance it did it again, spiralling about the planet it was on as its last major fuel was being spent. Each 8 pack had a pack with meager rations and such things as a large communal tent. The planet however was not warm and sunny, it was more like Earth at the end of its last ice age to those that soon woke. Prior to being jettisoned from the ship each male was induced with several medical shots, this was to ensure thier first priority would be to want to mate. A precaution to hopefully jumpstart the human race again, to make women pregnant. Women were given shots to ensure that thier bodies would be healthy for child birth, to stimulate thier bodies. This octet that landed, thier cylinders fell apart and soon they began reviving. unfortunately 3 were damaged and thier occupants dead from impact trauma 2 women and a male were dead. At the base of each cylinder were the clothes they were wearing when they were processed, now centuries out of style, but for the moment they all wore simple blue grey tunics and elastic loose pants and simple slip on shoes. Against the side of a small hill thier packages landed, heavily forested, though the trees looked as if covered in a blue glass covering, A bit lower a ground ice fog covered much. The ground was patchy in both snow, ice, and mud...and now debris. Mariahs biocylinder was slightly cracked, the planets cold air seeped in waking her slightly. She remembered her last thought before being sedated for the 'tubes'. She and her brother had been arrested for drug running...well him for running, her for making it. Their parents died when she was still very young. To support them both her brother hooked up with a local cartel. Not able to run like her brother their boss put her in care of one of his cooks. At his side she learned the craft, and learned well. Still, with a well placed bribe a rival drug cartel attacked and only a few survived, she was one and put in a biocylinder. By now she had stood on her own feet, she never did her own drugs, she bore no tattooes or marks beyond a few small burn marks. Her sand brown eyes fluttered open, in the blue hues they nearly looked like liquid gold. She was hurting a bit, her body wrenched by the impact. Still she was moving, that was a good sign. Her slender but strong hands she placed on the front of the tube and began shoving at it. After 3-4 tries it opened enough she could slither out. Halfway out she felt a huge hand grab her by her long, thick raven hair. A sharp tug nearly pulled it from her skull, but left her a bit unbalanced. in a few moments on her knees she stood before a tall man with greasy looking dreadlocks. Her own hands went to try and pry her hair loose as she gave a cry of pain. The man had his pants down just past his thighs, his johnson hanging out. He was hard and ready, that was obvious. Get to suckin', bitch she heard in a fairly gutteral voice. She felt his other hand beginning to grope at her shirt to rip it off of her. Mariah growled as she pulled something up from the ground, a piece of debris. Coming up to one knee she swung it, catching him at the knee. It tripped him up. Falling over to one side yowling in pain, he let go of her hair. Go fuck yourself, Asshole she snarled bringing the twisted restraint bar up again to hit him again if she had too. Stepping back she looked about. Off a bit there was a blonde woman, with a man on top of her going at it like ferrets on grind. As she breathed heavy she could feel her own body felt different, she just was not sure how. Even more curious was where were they all, it sure as hell did not look like the Alamosa biocylinder detention center in New Mexico. In the slight chilling wind Mariah brought the piece of metal up like a bat. Her would be rapist getting up. Made a running tackle at her. Mariah growled and hit him 2 to 3 more times as he landed on top of her. She kicked him in his jimmies and then hit him in the throat making him slide off of her. Staggering away she managed to get to her feet, the tackle nearly took her breath away, it did make her rib hurt. You want to die today Asshole....I'll arrange it it only slightly occured to her what was 'wrong' with her body, somehow her breasts were larger than when she went into the tubes. Not ginormous, but compared to the b cup she was, she now at least had double d's. Her frame seemed to be perfect to carry them as well. Long and lean of limb and torso. Her long hair now disheveled gave her an appearance of a wild shecat. Mariah growled at the man even as she backed away from him Fucking rapist she spat at the man. It was odd though, something was going on. All of a sudden they're free...No one who went into the tubes ever came out. How much time passed? she didn't know. Her body was messed with...probably some perverted med-tech getting his jollies. Now she was friggin' freezing to death now, the cold making her nipples more prevelent through the cheap ass material. She could see her own breath. She glances at the others going at it. At least for the woman she ...actually didn't seem to mind getting humped by some jerk with bad hygiene. There was a spark in the back of her mind telling her not to fight, but this guy just really was not her type...this guy she thought would not be any ones type...maybe that's why he's a rapist. She kicked the side of his head ...hard. She didn't see anyone else off the bat. She looked about, as far as she knew they dropped them all in the Himalayas, then she noticed something odd, very odd indeed. She didn't see her would be rapist through a piece of metal at her....clocking her upside the head. Grind last known chemical designer drug of choice by users on Earth.