Deep Space

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel eyelids waned, her brow together in a semi irritated manner. "Thanks for the vague input..." she thought to herself, and continued to follow her host. The clicking of her heels against the flooring sounded eerie in this dark space, which gave her a chill that ran up and down her spine and caused a bead of sweat to trickle down the side of her face. She had to remain cool though, she couldn't let them see her fear. But that almost ended the moment she thought it as she stood before the juggernaut of a creature. She froze, paling instantly at the sight of it, and got vibes of destruction and potential chaos from it's large lumbering body. She looked up at it, her eyes wide and her plush pink lower lip quivered momentarily. "S-so tall! What the hell are they bringing to our planet? What negotiation could I possibly provide to keep the moon base from being destroyed?" she thought. This was no mistake. Her confidence waned, but she maintained a physical prowess to keep soldiering on. She got an odd gut feeling that there was another reason why the Overlord was perhaps over generous in his offer for a negotiation. She let it be for now, keeping herself from drawing her weapon out of instinct as she slowly side stepped around the creature, all the while keeping her eyes upon it's head.  

Rachel's escort seemed unaffected by the lumbering titan's gait, and wove through the creatures legs effortlessly. The floating Iron Maiden noticed her charge's stare and her expression change. "A Demolisher Class Cyberdemon. A race of pure warriors who, once, were one of the greatest magic practitioners in all our domains. Almost all as one, these Hellfire King's eschewed their magical powers in favour of their cybernetic augmentations. Only the oldest of their race remain completely unaltered, but most have managed to balance their sorcery with their augmentations." The guide turned back towards Rachel. "Do not worry, as long as you don't go wandering off, you will not be harmed."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Rachel's escort seemed unaffected by the lumbering titan's gait, and wove through the creatures legs effortlessly.  The floating Iron Maiden noticed her charge's stare and her expression change.  "A Demolisher Class Cyberdemon.  A race of pure warriors who, once, were one of the greatest magic practitioners in all our domains.  Almost all as one, these Hellfire King's eschewed their magical powers in favour of their cybernetic augmentations.  Only the oldest of their race remain completely unaltered, but most have managed to balance their sorcery with their augmentations."  The guide turned back towards Rachel.  "Do not worry, as long as you don't go wandering off, you will not be harmed."

She gulped. "How...comforting to know." she then ambles around the tall Cyberdemon and followed the Iron Maiden. She sighed, feeling a touch more uneasy now she was deeper entrenched in the alien civilizations domain. She blinked towards the cyberwoman who lead her thus far. "Excuse me, but how much further, till we see the Overlord?" she asked, the air was fetid and had a cool almost dampness to it. The ship itself felt like it was alive, and from as far as she could tell it wasn't in the realm of impossibility. She had already began to feel sanity slipping with the eldrich abominations here and there. She got that dread feeling that she wasn't supposed to be here, like if she was intruding on something that was better left alone. To maintain her physical cool and not look like she was frantically trying to keep up with the Iron Maiden was difficult, but she kept her pace at a medium, her arms by her swaying hips and the gun in her holster rattling against leather while her shiny heels continued to click.

Rachel Renston wrote:She gulped. "How...comforting to know." she then ambles around the tall Cyberdemon and followed the Iron Maiden. She sighed, feeling a touch more uneasy now she was deeper entrenched in the alien civilizations domain. She blinked towards the cyberwoman who lead her thus far. "Excuse me, but how much further, till we see the Overlord?" she asked, the air was fetid and had a cool almost dampness to it. The ship itself felt like it was alive, and from as far as she could tell it wasn't in the realm of impossibility. She had already began to feel sanity slipping with the eldrich abominations here and there. She got that dread feeling that she wasn't supposed to be here, like if she was intruding on something that was better left alone. To maintain her physical cool and not look like she was frantically trying to keep up with the Iron Maiden was difficult, but she kept her pace at a medium, her arms by her swaying hips and the gun in her holster rattling against leather while her shiny heels continued to click.

"Quite soon. We'll be taking a gravity lift to the observation deck, where he, and our Empress await you. It would seem your decision to come and parlay has caught the Empress' attention." replied the Iron Maiden, as she gestured for Rachel to stand on a huge glowing rounded disk beside where she floated. "When you step onto the disk, simply stand still. Try not to think of the motion or momentum, as you will not feel it, but you will fall off if you try to overcompensate. Try thinking of it as standing in an elevator that can move in any direction."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Rachel Renston wrote:She gulped. "How...comforting to know." she then ambles around the tall Cyberdemon and followed the Iron Maiden. She sighed, feeling a touch more uneasy now she was deeper entrenched in the alien civilizations domain. She blinked towards the cyberwoman who lead her thus far. "Excuse me, but how much further, till we see the Overlord?" she asked, the air was fetid and had a cool almost dampness to it. The ship itself felt like it was alive, and from as far as she could tell it wasn't in the realm of impossibility. She had already began to feel sanity slipping with the eldrich abominations here and there. She got that dread feeling that she wasn't supposed to be here, like if she was intruding on something that was better left alone. To maintain her physical cool and not look like she was frantically trying to keep up with the Iron Maiden was difficult, but she kept her pace at a medium, her arms by her swaying hips and the gun in her holster rattling against leather while her shiny heels continued to click.

"Quite soon.  We'll be taking a gravity lift to the observation deck, where he, and our Empress await you.  It would seem your decision to come and parlay has caught the Empress' attention."  replied the Iron Maiden, as she gestured for Rachel to stand on a huge glowing rounded disk beside where she floated.  "When you step onto the disk, simply stand still.  Try not to think of the motion or momentum, as you will not feel it, but you will fall off if you try to overcompensate.  Try thinking of it as standing in an elevator that can move in any direction."

She frowned, looking over at the Iron Maiden before the disk. She showed no fear, but was at the point of sweating bullets. She took a deep breath and proceeded towards the disk, standing onto it before turning to face the Iron Maiden once more. "Your information travels fast. How long did it take your Empress to arrive here? I can only imagine what her ship looks like compared to this one." she says, still a little in awe of the ship honestly. Though.. again... it still had a dark vibe about it.

She began to regain her calm, and picture herself standing onto a lift while she awaited a response of sorts.

Rachel Renston wrote:She frowned, looking over at the Iron Maiden before the disk. She showed no fear, but was at the point of sweating bullets. She took a deep breath and proceeded towards the disk, standing onto it before turning to face the Iron Maiden once more. "Your information travels fast. How long did it take your Empress to arrive here? I can only imagine what her ship looks like compared to this one." she says, still a little in awe of the ship honestly. Though.. again... it still had a dark vibe about it.

She began to regain her calm, and picture herself standing onto a lift while she awaited a response of sorts.

For the first time, the Iron Maiden smiled, even as the disk levitated and began to move through the ship. "We are all mentally connected to our Empress, and she moves through our forces at her will. She is the Last of the Fallen, and possesses all the power of original creation. Time and space do not hold sway over her. She can appear in any place at her will."

As the glowing disk travelled through the ship, Rachel would see many areas. Life forms in their hundreds of thousands working tirelessly on ship maintenance, construction, engineering, and production. Thousands of vehicles and vessels being produced or refitted for work. Soldiers of all kinds drilling and practicing. It was all happening as the forces of the Horde prepared for war.

Soon, the disk was travelling vertically through the boom tubes and ascended all the way through dozens of decks of immense size before finally, slowing down as it approached the observation deck. A huge translucent dome that made the stars visible, and the huge surrounding fleet of ships. The eerie glow of the colossal portal above, and the glowing blue-green orb of Galivan below.

"Ah, and so our guest arrives at last." came the rumbling voice of the Overlord as the disk remained still and locked into the floor, allowing it's passengers to disembark. "I trust your journey to us here was uneventful Commander Renston?"

The way that cyborg smiled made her feel a rising chill that frosted over her lungs, keeping her from breathing. The following words were not any less chilling:

Darkstorm Zero wrote:"We are all mentally connected to our Empress, and she moves through our forces at her will.  She is the Last of the Fallen, and possesses all the power of original creation.  Time and space do not hold sway over her.  She can appear in any place at her will."

"So... she could be right in front of me this entire time, jumping from one creature's sight to another and I wouldn't even be aware." She let the cyborgs words sink in as she ventured throughout the entirety of the ship. It's massive bulwarks and the sheer number of personnel were astounding! She figured that there were more workers down below than the entire population, Military Staff and Civilians alike of the moon base. She couldn't figure the technology required to have built such a monster of a space fortress. She also hoped Rufus was watching yet, but she didn't dwell on the thought. Last thing she needed was her mind being read by some demon.

They were well prepared for battle it looked. Vehicles, Vessels, Soldiers, all of them were being prepped and drilled. She could tell, these folks were not going to stand down easily. Soon the disk arrived at it's destination, and brought the beautiful young Rachel into the dome like chamber of the bridge. She took to looking up at the stars that she had grown accustom to viewing over her time as a Section Chief. She felt the disk connect and she took that dull click as an indication to proceed.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:"Ah, and so our guest arrives at last." came the rumbling voice of the Overlord as the disk remained still and locked into the floor, allowing it's passengers to disembark. "I trust your journey to us here was uneventful Commander Renston?"

Looking over to the Overlord in person, she really wished she had brought an entourage of her own. The beast that sat behind the chair she'd seen in the video was ugly; up close he was absolutely hideous. She could almost smell the thick scent of amphibian as she approached the large creature. He was certainly far larger than he looked on screen, towering her almost. His large yellow eyes blinked and continued to leer into her, and she felt her stomach shrivel under his presence and stench. Her lightly fruity scent likely couldn't permeate through his, which was thick and heavy and wet. She coughed, not wanting to be rude and keep him waiting any longer, she daringly approached him. "I am indeed here," she started with the pleasantries, bowing with her hands at her side, her breasts hanging forwards and swaying unintentionally as they usually do. Her tall shapely frame then stood erect, noting his gruesome appearance again before smirking. "I am honoured to be allowed to step aboard such a magnificent vessel, Overlord." She continued. She had her arms behind her back now, and she tapped the heel of her left high heel against the floor, letting the metallic clicks ring out.

"I found the trip to be...quite an experience. Your guide was quite helpful in giving me a tour of your facilities as I made my journey to the bridge." she stated, her eyes scanning the room between glances at the Overlord's large yellow eyes. She didn't see any sign of this 'Empress' yet, but if she was there then she had yet wanted to reveal herself. "So far, your hospitality has been quite welcoming. Though I must admit, I do find it odd...that you'd just up and agree to speak face to face with me. I didn't need Rufus to tell me that much." she said, her smile a waning moon, her dark brown eyes flashing. She continued to look for this Empress, but then returned to the Overlord again. "I mean, we were only trying to vaporize each other mere hours ago. And I am curious, why would my parlay interest your Empress? I mean... if she's as omnipotent as she says she is... I am curious why she'd bother to witness a parlay between you and I." she paused, before chuckling. "I'm sorry, I've been rambling. Its probably a good thing your sitting, I probably half bored you to death with my inquisition." she said jokingly, pressing her butt against the side of a console, arms folded under her breasts, almost squeezing them together as she leaned over, allowing herself a better view of the machinery behind the computation device.

Rachel Renston wrote:The way that cyborg smiled made her feel a rising chill that frosted over her lungs, keeping her from breathing. The following words were not any less chilling:

"So... she could be right in front of me this entire time, jumping from one creature's sight to another and I wouldn't even be aware." She let the cyborgs words sink in as she ventured throughout the entirety of the ship. It's massive bulwarks and the sheer number of personnel were astounding! She figured that there were more workers down below than the entire population, Military Staff and Civilians alike of the moon base. She couldn't figure the technology required to have built such a monster of a space fortress. She also hoped Rufus was watching yet, but she didn't dwell on the thought. Last thing she needed was her mind being read by some demon.

They were well prepared for battle it looked. Vehicles, Vessels, Soldiers, all of them were being prepped and drilled. She could tell, these folks were not going to stand down easily. Soon the disk arrived at it's destination, and brought the beautiful young Rachel into the dome like chamber of the bridge. She took to looking up at the stars that she had grown accustom to viewing over her time as a Section Chief. She felt the disk connect and she took that dull click as an indication to proceed.

Looking over to the Overlord in person, she really wished she had brought an entourage of her own. The beast that sat behind the chair she'd seen in the video was ugly; up close he was absolutely hideous. She could almost smell the thick scent of amphibian as she approached the large creature. He was certainly far larger than he looked on screen, towering her almost. His large yellow eyes blinked and continued to leer into her, and she felt her stomach shrivel under his presence and stench. Her lightly fruity scent likely couldn't permeate through his, which was thick and heavy and wet. She coughed, not wanting to be rude and keep him waiting any longer, she daringly approached him. "I am indeed here," she started with the pleasantries, bowing with her hands at her side, her breasts hanging forwards and swaying unintentionally as they usually do. Her tall shapely frame then stood erect, noting his gruesome appearance again before smirking. "I am honoured to be allowed to step aboard such a magnificent vessel, Overlord." She continued. She had her arms behind her back now, and she tapped the heel of her left high heel against the floor, letting the metallic clicks ring out.

"I found the trip to be...quite an experience. Your guide was quite helpful in giving me a tour of your facilities as I made my journey to the bridge." she stated, her eyes scanning the room between glances at the Overlord's large yellow eyes. She didn't see any sign of this 'Empress' yet, but if she was there then she had yet wanted to reveal herself. "So far, your hospitality has been quite welcoming. Though I must admit, I do find it odd...that you'd just up and agree to speak face to face with me. I didn't need Rufus to tell me that much." she said, her smile a waning moon, her dark brown eyes flashing. She continued to look for this Empress, but then returned to the Overlord again. "I mean, we were only trying to vaporize each other mere hours ago. And I am curious, why would my parlay interest your Empress? I mean... if she's as omnipotent as she says she is... I am curious why she'd bother to witness a parlay between you and I." she paused, before chuckling. "I'm sorry, I've been rambling. Its probably a good thing your sitting, I probably half bored you to death with my inquisition." she said jokingly, pressing her butt against the side of a console, arms folded under her breasts, almost squeezing them together as she leaned over, allowing herself a better view of the machinery behind the computation device.  

The Overlord's chuckle was much more rumbling in person, as it's grin again rippled and flexed it's lipless toothy grin. "I am sure you have many questions of us. And indeed, I will not lie, our original intent was indeed conquest. However, as I mentioned only briefly, a rather... unique complication has arisen that has forced us to change our priorities. As to what my Empress and the War Chief wish to explain to you, I will not speak for them. You may ask them yourself..." The Overlord turned around, revealing in the distance behind him a very human sized couch and chairs around a table. Standing beside the set was a cybernetic creature even larger than the Overlord, gazing out towards the stars, and beside him, stood a tall, but not inhumanly tall person, with, what appeared to be wings, horns and a long, thick spaded tail. Her jet black hair flowed straight down to the middle of her back, and she wore a dark red sleeveless dress robe. Her gaze was piercing towards the stars seemingly in thought.



"Best not keep her waiting." the Overlord said as he ushered Rachel towards the Empress.

She was thankful to remove herself from the Overlord's presence, even though she was walking towards a creature that stood taller and looked albeit more menacing than the Overlord himself. She glanced over to the feminine figure. She was quite beautiful, and appeared to be taller than Rachel as she approached. Her horns and wings and tail suggested a succubus of sorts, but this was her first time face to face with one who looked so...eloquent. She felt a little more at ease with the demon woman's appearance, which looked more 'normal' to Rachel than most of the lot that resided inside this vessel. She approached the plush couch, running her left hand upon it's amazingly soft material. She almost greedily took her seat without asking, but paused to glance upon the raven haired woman. She bowed her head a little, unsure how to approach this situation lightly. She was surprised to be granted such a close audience. "And here she is; the Empress I've heard all about since I've arrived." Rachel spoke, her throat dry as she edged herself slowly around the seat and bowed to the Empress like she had the Overlord. She glanced up at the woman again, who's attention appeared to be on the heavens above. "My parlay has attracted your attention, or so I hear... May I ask, why were you and your subordinates so eager to grant me an audience? I found it strange how... easy it was to get to where I am now." she says in a cool tone, taking note of the Empress's wings.

Rachel Renston wrote:She was thankful to remove herself from the Overlord's presence, even though she was walking towards a creature that stood taller and looked albeit more menacing than the Overlord himself. She glanced over to the feminine figure. She was quite beautiful, and appeared to be taller than Rachel as she approached. Her horns and wings and tail suggested a succubus of sorts, but this was her first time face to face with one who looked so...eloquent. She felt a little more at ease with the demon woman's appearance, which looked more 'normal' to Rachel than most of the lot that resided inside this vessel. She approached the plush couch, running her left hand upon it's amazingly soft material. She almost greedily took her seat without asking, but paused to glance upon the raven haired woman. She bowed her head a little, unsure how to approach this situation lightly. She was surprised to be granted such a close audience. "And here she is; the Empress I've heard all about since I've arrived." Rachel spoke, her throat dry as she edged herself slowly around the seat and bowed to the Empress like she had the Overlord. She glanced up at the woman again, who's attention appeared to be on the heavens above. "My parlay has attracted your attention, or so I hear... May I ask, why were you and your subordinates so eager to grant me an audience? I found it strange how... easy it was to get to where I am now." she says in a cool tone, taking note of the Empress's wings.

The Empress remained affixed to the stars above for only a moment longer, before she answered.  "That would be because I allowed it, as you are not a threat, Commander.  That, and as my Overlord spoke, there has been a change of plans."  The Empress tore her gaze from the skies, and turned towards her own seat, sitting gently into the plush seat, her wings folding neatly across her shoulders like a cloak, and she cradled what appeared to be a fine glass of red wine.  "Would you like a drink, or perhaps something to eat?" the Empress spoke, snapping her fingers, and the Iron Maiden from earlier brought forth a tray of fresh foods and beverages from the planet below.  "Forgive my candor, but I doubt you would like a sample of our local means of sustenance, so I took liberty and had some foodstuffs brought from the planet below.  Now, I assume you have many questions, some I may be able to answer, others would require more detailed explanations, which, thankfully, tis very observation deck can provide.  Please, don't hesitate.  Speak your mind."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

The Empress remained affixed to the stars above for only a moment longer, before she answered.  "That would be because I allowed it, as you are not a threat, Commander.  That, and as my Overlord spoke, there has been a change of plans."  The Empress tore her gaze from the skies, and turned towards her own seat, sitting gently into the plush seat, her wings folding neatly across her shoulders like a cloak, and she cradled what appeared to be a fine glass of red wine.  "Would you like a drink, or perhaps something to eat?" the Empress spoke, snapping her fingers, and the Iron Maiden from earlier brought forth a tray of fresh foods and beverages from the planet below.  "Forgive my candor, but I doubt you would like a sample of our local means of sustenance, so I took liberty and had some foodstuffs brought from the planet below.  Now, I assume you have many questions, some I may be able to answer, others would require more detailed explanations, which, thankfully, tis very observation deck can provide.  Please, don't hesitate.  Speak your mind."

She frowned slightly. Though she was right about not being a threat in this territory, it still sucked to hear. She shook her head at the offer of drink and food, but did take a seat opposite the Empress. Sitting back into the plush seat, it was comfortable. She crossed one leg over the other, like before, and leaned forward a little, to garner a better view of the Empress. "A...change of plans? From what I hear, your... clan, your group has invaded at least three locations on the planet below, and have a station set up here not too far from where I reside. This is something you can't really just forget ever happened. But I get the distinct feeling...that you're not leaving. Your sticking around for something else... So I have two questions for you right now: One: why are you here; and Two: what has halted your advance upon us?" she asked, lowering her head and her tone, her eyelids waned, with her large brown eyes glancing at the Empress's.

Rachel Renston wrote:She frowned slightly. Though she was right about not being a threat in this territory, it still sucked to hear. She shook her head at the offer of drink and food, but did take a seat opposite the Empress. Sitting back into the plush seat, it was comfortable. She crossed one leg over the other, like before, and leaned forward a little, to garner a better view of the Empress. "A...change of plans? From what I hear, your... clan, your group has invaded at least three locations on the planet below, and have a station set up here not too far from where I reside. This is something you can't really just forget ever happened. But I get the distinct feeling...that you're not leaving. Your sticking around for something else... So I have two questions for you right now: One: why are you here; and Two: what has halted your advance upon us?" she asked, lowering her head and her tone, her eyelids waned, with her large brown eyes glancing at the Empress's.

"It originally was a means of egress. My wayward son has managed to temporarily seal his dimension off from us. But not long ago, he somehow made a dimensional connection to this realm. That connection was to be our way of bypassing the seal. Unfortunately, that required the conquest of this realm." The Empress explained almost casually as she sipped her wine and placed the cup on the table. The she leaned forward.

"Your little War God, Stratus managed to halt me just long enough for something far more serious to crop up. As my Overlord told you, a situation has arisen, and our plans have to be altered to meet it." With a frown, the Empress continued. "Understand this, we are the creatures of Hell, and we conquer and we consume all in our way, but there are fates worse than that out there. An evil from a time before the mortal realms were ever forged, and before the division of the High heavens and the Pitts of Hell has reappeared. A being who seeks nothing less than the end of all things, capable of erasing even the very fabric of all existence. We may be beings of evil and sin, but even we value our existence." As she spoke the words, the nervousness of the Empress was becoming apparent. "I am mighty and powerful, but I am not omnipotent, and even I, a being created among the first of all beings, have limits. I cannot simply defeat the One Above All, nor can I stop the monster of the Void."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

"It originally was a means of egress.  My wayward son has managed to temporarily seal his dimension off from us.  But not long ago, he somehow made a dimensional connection to this realm.  That connection was to be our way of bypassing the seal.  Unfortunately, that required the conquest of this realm."  The Empress explained almost casually as she sipped her wine and placed the cup on the table.  The she leaned forward.  

"Your little War God, Stratus managed to halt me just long enough for something far more serious to crop up.  As my Overlord told you, a situation has arisen, and our plans have to be altered to meet it." With a frown, the Empress continued. "Understand this, we are the creatures of Hell, and we conquer and we consume all in our way, but there are fates worse than that out there.  An evil from a time before the mortal realms were ever forged, and before the division of the High heavens and the Pitts of Hell has reappeared.  A being who seeks nothing less than the end of all things, capable of erasing even the very fabric of all existence.  We may be beings of evil and sin, but even we value our existence."  As she spoke the words, the nervousness of the Empress was becoming apparent.  "I am mighty and powerful, but I am not omnipotent, and even I, a being created among the first of all beings, have limits.  I cannot simply defeat the One Above All, nor can I stop the monster of the Void."

Rachel honestly didn't appreciate the Empress's bluntness. She really didn't care or see the people of Galiavan, only this 'seal' of sorts her son had apparently locked up. It made her blood rush through her veins to be spoken so low of in front of the person responsible. Though it was clear this creature did have emotions. It was afraid of this 'monster of the void', that had the power to erase existence and bypass the theory that 'nothing can be created, nor destroyed', but then again, those were base rules that never truly amounted when you consider the process of burning energy. She shook her head, blinking. She somewhat zoned out before she rose her head again and added: "How are you sure it will come for you? You have the look of a babe who's been taken from it's mother. Did you wrong this...thing?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest, leaning back.

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel honestly didn't appreciate the Empress's bluntness. She really didn't care or see the people of Galiavan, only this 'seal' of sorts her son had apparently locked up. It made her blood rush through her veins to be spoken so low of in front of the person responsible. Though it was clear this creature did have emotions. It was afraid of this 'monster of the void', that had the power to erase existence and bypass the theory that 'nothing can be created, nor destroyed', but then again, those were base rules that never truly amounted when you consider the process of burning energy. She shook her head, blinking. She somewhat zoned out before she rose her head again and added: "How are you sure it will come for you? You have the look of a babe who's been taken from it's mother. Did you wrong this...thing?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest, leaning back.

The Empress gazed at Rachel for a few moments, then spoke low.  "My dear, we have been conquering uncountable numbers of realms for entire universal lifetimes.  You mortals have a gift that was denied to me and my kind.  The gift of choice.  You have the capacity for both good and evil within you, and yet your just rewards and punishments do not occur until after death.  We are beings of eternal life, and thus our punishments for mere divergence of thought was immediate and irrevocable.  I sought to break the chains that bind us to a miserable and ill deserved fate, and for that, I paid a higher price than any of my bretheren.  I will not exist much longer myself.  My son has abandoned me, and I have nothing left, but to free my people from bondage.  And for that goal, I will conquer as many realms as is needed to win my people their freedom."  The Empress gaze changed from angry determination back to melancholy sadness.  "But even if I succeed now, it will all be rendered meaningless of that monster regains his strength."

The Empress turned away from Rachel then.  "He was once one I called an elder brother, and his name was Verial.  But, he was somehow possessed by the very essence of the Void.  A place where nothing exists, time, space, reality... nothing.  It consumes and erases everything it touches, but somehow, Verial was not destroyed, but rather became it's vessel, a means to exist and spread itself rather than consume it's host.  The being who once was my brother was only consumed by the all powerful need to erase everything around him, his will was lost, and only the Void remained within, empowering him with destructive energies so intense, he destroyed more than half the realms, and lay siege to the Great Link itself before he was cast back into the pit that gave him his power and sealed within it."  The Empress turned her gaze back to the young woman.  "It took the combined strength of all us Eldaar and our maker to do this, it was the only way we could defeat a being powered by such a primal fundamental force.  But now we Eldaar are separated by a line of good and evil, order and chaos.  Neither side can hope to face him alone.  But we do have one thing we didn't have before...  The lesser dieties, and the mortals they watch over."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel honestly didn't appreciate the Empress's bluntness. She really didn't care or see the people of Galiavan, only this 'seal' of sorts her son had apparently locked up. It made her blood rush through her veins to be spoken so low of in front of the person responsible. Though it was clear this creature did have emotions. It was afraid of this 'monster of the void', that had the power to erase existence and bypass the theory that 'nothing can be created, nor destroyed', but then again, those were base rules that never truly amounted when you consider the process of burning energy. She shook her head, blinking. She somewhat zoned out before she rose her head again and added: "How are you sure it will come for you? You have the look of a babe who's been taken from it's mother. Did you wrong this...thing?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest, leaning back.

The Empress gazed at Rachel for a few moments, then spoke low.  "My dear, we have been conquering uncountable numbers of realms for entire universal lifetimes.  You mortals have a gift that was denied to me and my kind.  The gift of choice.  You have the capacity for both good and evil within you, and yet your just rewards and punishments do not occur until after death.  We are beings of eternal life, and thus our punishments for mere divergence of thought was immediate and irrevocable.  I sought to break the chains that bind us to a miserable and ill deserved fate, and for that, I paid a higher price than any of my bretheren.  I will not exist much longer myself.  My son has abandoned me, and I have nothing left, but to free my people from bondage.  And for that goal, I will conquer as many realms as is needed to win my people their freedom."  The Empress gaze changed from angry determination back to melancholy sadness.  "But even if I succeed now, it will all be rendered meaningless of that monster regains his strength."

The Empress turned away from Rachel then.  "He was once one I called an elder brother, and his name was Verial.  But, he was somehow possessed by the very essence of the Void.  A place where nothing exists, time, space, reality... nothing.  It consumes and erases everything it touches, but somehow, Verial was not destroyed, but rather became it's vessel, a means to exist and spread itself rather than consume it's host.  The being who once was my brother was only consumed by the all powerful need to erase everything around him, his will was lost, and only the Void remained within, empowering him with destructive energies so intense, he destroyed more than half the realms, and lay siege to the Great Link itself before he was cast back into the pit that gave him his power and sealed within it."  The Empress turned her gaze back to the young woman.  "It took the combined strength of all us Eldaar and our maker to do this, it was the only way we could defeat a being powered by such a primal fundamental force.  But now we Eldaar are separated by a line of good and evil, order and chaos.  Neither side can hope to face him alone.  But we do have one thing we didn't have before...  The lesser dieties, and the mortals they watch over."

Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't like where this was going at all. She really hoped Rufus would help decipher all of this, and be able to distribute this information to the other Section Chiefs, Chiefs of Research, everyone. She felt the need to remove herself from this conversation, feeling like an ant on a leaf in the middle of the vast ocean. She didn't want to capsize. She slowly removed her leg, placing them tight together upon the couch as she shifted forward. "So are you saying you need our help? In what way are we supposed to help you, if that is at all what your getting at." she says, leaning back again, crossing her other leg now.

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't like where this was going at all. She really hoped Rufus would help decipher all of this, and be able to distribute this information to the other Section Chiefs, Chiefs of Research, everyone. She felt the need to remove herself from this conversation, feeling like an ant on a leaf in the middle of the vast ocean. She didn't want to capsize. She slowly removed her leg, placing them tight together upon the couch as she shifted forward. "So are you saying you need our help? In what way are we supposed to help you, if that is at all what your getting at." she says, leaning back again, crossing her other leg now.

"I'm afraid that is not my decision to make.  It would take the combined might of all mortals in all remaining realms, along with the lesser dieties, in order to stave of the jaws of the Void Dragon a second time."  At that the massive creature, the Cycloid Emperor leaned down and spoke.  "It is for that reason, we hope, that your world, for the time being, would consent to our presence a little while longer. This world is the only link we have to our prince, who is half mortal.  He alone may be able to reach the high heavens and plead our case to the other side.  We are running out of time, Verial's new host is almost ready to be assimilated and then, the losses will begin."

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Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't like where this was going at all. She really hoped Rufus would help decipher all of this, and be able to distribute this information to the other Section Chiefs, Chiefs of Research, everyone. She felt the need to remove herself from this conversation, feeling like an ant on a leaf in the middle of the vast ocean. She didn't want to capsize. She slowly removed her leg, placing them tight together upon the couch as she shifted forward. "So are you saying you need our help? In what way are we supposed to help you, if that is at all what your getting at." she says, leaning back again, crossing her other leg now.

"I'm afraid that is not my decision to make.  It would take the combined might of all mortals in all remaining realms, along with the lesser dieties, in order to stave of the jaws of the Void Dragon a second time."  At that the massive creature, the Cycloid Emperor leaned down and spoke.  "It is for that reason, we hope, that your world, for the time being, would consent to our presence a little while longer. This world is the only link we have to our prince, who is half mortal.  He alone may be able to reach the high heavens and plead our case to the other side.  We are running out of time, Verial's new host is almost ready to be assimilated and then, the losses will begin."

Rachel, almost unflinchingly laughed. "What? You want us to simply 'put up with you' till this is all resolved?" she unfolded her legs, standing tall from the couch. "I think I've asked enough questions for one day, and for this... this ridiculous term. We have already been subjugated for nearly a thousand years, now some 'outsider' wants us to 'consent to her presence'." she shook her head. She turns to the Empress. "I think I'll need time to consider this...ridiculous request." she bowed again. "It was lovely meeting you. But I'm going to thank the Overlord for his generous hospitality, and then take my leave." she said her hair falling from her shoulders, before she stands erect again, heading back the way she came, her heels echoing behind her.

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel, almost unflinchingly laughed. "What? You want us to simply 'put up with you' till this is all resolved?" she unfolded her legs, standing tall from the couch. "I think I've asked enough questions for one day, and for this... this ridiculous term. We have already been subjugated for nearly a thousand years, now some 'outsider' wants us to 'consent to her presence'." she shook her head. She turns to the Empress. "I think I'll need time to consider this...ridiculous request." she bowed again. "It was lovely meeting you. But I'm going to thank the Overlord for his generous hospitality, and then take my leave." she said her hair falling from her shoulders, before she stands erect again, heading back the way she came, her heels echoing behind her.

"So you would rather take assured erasure at the hands of the beast, rather than tolerate our presence for a few solar cycles? With our prince returned to us, our original objective would be fulfilled, rendering conquest of this or any other realm meaningless." the Cycloid said aloud, before shaking his head. "Besides, the decision is ultimately not up to you alone, Commander. We know you have been sending transmissions to the surface, to Rufus Tenik, the one who ultimately said he does not trust us. Sajiiz'thi'leen detain our guest."

With that, the massive Overlord swooped his hand towards the girl, and gripped her firmly, but gently.

The Empress spoke next as she stood up, and hovered over to where the Overlord held the struggling ADN Commander. "You came before me in bad faith. You never intended to listen to us, and while I already knew all this, I also knew you were wired, so now your leaders know why we are here, and we will not be departing until we complete our mission. I will not risk the end of all things for your petty pride, or some political red tape that you mortals seem so fond of. Too much is at risk, and those risks are beyond either of our control." The Empress glanced up at the Overlord. "She is to remain alive, unharmed, and unspoiled. I no longer wish to see the mortals harmed Sajiiz'thi'leen, but she must remain here for the time being, so use your pouch if you must. I want no 'accidents'. I must return to the portal, and hope we can breach the seal and reach Edgar. He is our only chance now..."

The Overlord nodded in confirmation as the Empress and the Cycloid disappeared in a flash of orange energies. The creature turned it's great eyes towards Rachel struggling in his great hand. "I am afraid I must apologise, my lady. But I have no choice. You forced my Empress's hand, and we are unfortunately running out of time. Each day that passes means Verial comes closer to fully regaining his former strength. And you have never seen the destruction of an entire dimension..."

Rachel's eyes widened, having been discovered. "How did they figure it out?!" her mind whined, the button on her right breast looked identical to the others, and the lens was perfectly camouflaged; it wasn't like she was wearing some bulky receiver or some sort, but it was something of her own design, flawed again?!

She let out an alarmed cry as the Overlord somehow managed to grab her with his frog like hand. "Awaaha hey let me down!" she called out, his thumb under her breasts, his fingers laced around her waist, allowing her shapely nylon clad legs to dangle due to him lifting her body off the ground. She continued to struggle, the slimy hand of the creature pushing up on her chest and pinning her in his grasp. He was holding her firmly, but she knew that if he did, he could easily squash her like a melon. She was then turned to face the Empress.

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The Empress spoke next as she stood up, and hovered over to where the Overlord held the struggling ADN Commander. "You came before me in bad faith. You never intended to listen to us, and while I already knew all this, I also knew you were wired, so now your leaders know why we are here, and we will not be departing until we complete our mission. I will not risk the end of all things for your petty pride, or some political red tape that you mortals seem so fond of. Too much is at risk, and those risks are beyond either of our control." The Empress glanced up at the Overlord. "She is to remain alive, unharmed, and unspoiled. I no longer wish to see the mortals harmed Sajiiz'thi'leen, but she must remain here for the time being, so use your pouch if you must. I want no 'accidents'. I must return to the portal, and hope we can breach the seal and reach Edgar. He is our only chance now..."

She continued to gasp and grunt, struggling to remove herself from the Overlord's grasp. "Damn that bitch..." she cursed, gritting her teeth together, cursing her even more when she departed in a flash of orange light. She was suddenly turned towards the Overlord again, his great yellow eyes upon her again, her legs swaying as if she was a rag doll.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:The creature turned it's great eyes towards Rachel struggling in his great hand. "I am afraid I must apologise, my lady. But I have no choice. You forced my Empress's hand, and we are unfortunately running out of time. Each day that passes means Verial comes closer to fully regaining his former strength. And you have never seen the destruction of an entire dimension..."

She grunted in response, trying to squeeze her right arm between his massive fingers while her boobs jiggled and flopped against it. She was trying to reach for her gun while she kept her large dark brown eyes upon him. "How am I supposed to agree to a deal that could potentially enslave my race? Even if this 'Verial' arrives, and we do somehow manage to defeat it, how am I supposed to know that you'll keep your end of the deal?" she exclaimed in a grunting manner.

Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel's eyes widened, having been discovered. "How did they figure it out?!" her mind whined, the button on her right breast looked identical to the others, and the lens was perfectly camouflaged; it wasn't like she was wearing some bulky receiver or some sort, but it was something of her own design, flawed again?!

She let out an alarmed cry as the Overlord somehow managed to grab her with his frog like hand. "Awaaha hey let me down!" she called out, his thumb under her breasts, his fingers laced around her waist, allowing her shapely nylon clad legs to dangle due to him lifting her body off the ground. She continued to struggle, the slimy hand of the creature pushing up on her chest and pinning her in his grasp. He was holding her firmly, but she knew that if he did, he could easily squash her like a melon. She was then turned to face the Empress.

She continued to gasp and grunt, struggling to remove herself from the Overlord's grasp. "Damn that bitch..." she cursed, gritting her teeth together, cursing her even more when she departed in a flash of orange light. She was suddenly turned towards the Overlord again, his great yellow eyes upon her again, her legs swaying as if she was a rag doll.

She grunted in response, trying to squeeze her right arm between his massive fingers while her boobs jiggled and flopped against it. She was trying to reach for her gun while she kept her large dark brown eyes upon him. "How am I supposed to agree to a deal that could potentially enslave my race? Even if this 'Verial' arrives, and we do somehow manage to defeat it, how am I supposed to know that you'll keep your end of the deal?" she exclaimed in a grunting manner.

The monster shooks it's head negative. "Because if all goes well, we will not be the only Eldaari here. The ones from 'Heaven' as you know it would ensure that your realm remains free. But the only way to get them to come here is if they are made aware of what is transpiring."

The creatures teeth rippled in something akin to a sad frown. "We are psychically attuned Commander. This is how we knew you were wired, knew you were coming on bad faith, and we also know of your Terroronian butler. Know that your friend cannot rescue you. His race, after all, was not meant to fight beings any higher than your rogue War Gods. Which in the ranking system only amount to planetary guardian levels of power, incapable of influencing events beyond Galivan itself. Now, unfortunately, it has become my responsibility to keep you safe and out of harm's way aboard this vessel. Do not worry, you won't be hurt. Our forces are no longer directed at conquest of Galivan, or any other world in this realm, we simply need to access the link and find Prince Edgar. The Empress herself is doing this now. You must remain with me. Please, don't make me do something that we'd both regret." The creature began walking toward his console to continue working.

With one hand, he began imputing a series of commands into his command console. "Hopefully, in a few days, all this unpleasantness will be behind us."

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Rachel Renston wrote:Rachel's eyes widened, having been discovered. "How did they figure it out?!" her mind whined, the button on her right breast looked identical to the others, and the lens was perfectly camouflaged; it wasn't like she was wearing some bulky receiver or some sort, but it was something of her own design, flawed again?!

She let out an alarmed cry as the Overlord somehow managed to grab her with his frog like hand. "Awaaha hey let me down!" she called out, his thumb under her breasts, his fingers laced around her waist, allowing her shapely nylon clad legs to dangle due to him lifting her body off the ground. She continued to struggle, the slimy hand of the creature pushing up on her chest and pinning her in his grasp. He was holding her firmly, but she knew that if he did, he could easily squash her like a melon. She was then turned to face the Empress.

She continued to gasp and grunt, struggling to remove herself from the Overlord's grasp. "Damn that bitch..." she cursed, gritting her teeth together, cursing her even more when she departed in a flash of orange light. She was suddenly turned towards the Overlord again, his great yellow eyes upon her again, her legs swaying as if she was a rag doll.

She grunted in response, trying to squeeze her right arm between his massive fingers while her boobs jiggled and flopped against it. She was trying to reach for her gun while she kept her large dark brown eyes upon him. "How am I supposed to agree to a deal that could potentially enslave my race? Even if this 'Verial' arrives, and we do somehow manage to defeat it, how am I supposed to know that you'll keep your end of the deal?" she exclaimed in a grunting manner.

The monster shooks it's head negative.  "Because if all goes well, we will not be the only Eldaari here.  The ones from 'Heaven' as you know it would ensure that your realm remains free.  But the only way to get them to come here is if they are made aware of what is transpiring."


The creatures teeth rippled in something akin to a sad frown.  "We are psychically attuned Commander.  This is how we knew you were wired, knew you were coming on bad faith, and we also know of your Terroronian butler.  Know that your friend cannot rescue you.  His race, after all, was not meant to fight beings any higher than your rogue War Gods.  Which in the ranking system only amount to planetary guardian levels of power, incapable of influencing events beyond Galivan itself.  Now, unfortunately, it has become my responsibility to keep you safe and out of harm's way aboard this vessel.  Do not worry, you won't be hurt.  Our forces are no longer directed at conquest of Galivan, or any other world in this realm, we simply need to access the link and find Prince Edgar.  The Empress herself is doing this now.  You must remain with me.  Please, don't make me do something that we'd both regret." The creature began walking toward his console to continue working.

With one hand, he began imputing a series of commands into his command console.  "Hopefully, in a few days, all this unpleasantness will be behind us."

She shook vigorously, jabbing at his hands and kicking her legs wildly, swinging her hips up and down, but no use. "Damn it." she cursed again. "Ugh," she exclaimed, throwing her hair back, the silky way it flowed and draped over her shoulders was almost beautiful, if not for her eyes glaring daggers into the Overlord. Her breasts swayed left to right, and she tried her best to pull herself out but again, his grasp was too firm. She looked him in the eye, and got a strange vibe off of him. "I have to stay with you? For a few days?! Huh. I think I've had enough of your hospitality you lipless toad!" she exclaimed, throwing her fists down upon his hand. Her feminine form was trapped. She blew strands of hair out of her face and sighed. "Ah this is unpleasant enough... What is this 'pouch' that bitch spoke about anyway? I suppose your going to be taking me there, hmm?" she exclaimed, feeling rage boil under her skin.

Rachel Renston wrote:She shook vigorously, jabbing at his hands and kicking her legs wildly, swinging her hips up and down, but no use. "Damn it." she cursed again. "Ugh," she exclaimed, throwing her hair back, the silky way it flowed and draped over her shoulders was almost beautiful, if not for her eyes glaring daggers into the Overlord. Her breasts swayed left to right, and she tried her best to pull herself out but again, his grasp was too firm. She looked him in the eye, and got a strange vibe off of him. "I have to stay with you? For a few days?! Huh. I think I've had enough of your hospitality you lipless toad!" she exclaimed, throwing her fists down upon his hand. Her feminine form was trapped. She blew strands of hair out of her face and sighed. "Ah this is unpleasant enough... What is this 'pouch' that bitch spoke about anyway? I suppose your going to be taking me there, hmm?" she exclaimed, feeling rage boil under her skin.

The Overlord was getting little agitated now, but not because his 'guest' was misbehaving, but her words seemed to strike a cord.

"Hey now, we needed to keep you around to see if your transmission provides a response by your government. They would need to see you are ok, to prove our case! It's not like I wanted to keep you here, but we have to follow the rules."

When the woman enquired about the pouch, his facial skin seemed to illuminate bright red slightly. "Well... that's a little personal... But of you misbehave, I would have to use it... An uncomfortable thought for me."

The 'pouch' referred to a bladder sack at the base of the inside of the throat of the overlord's species, used to nurture young until they became physically capable adolescents.

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Rachel Renston wrote:She shook vigorously, jabbing at his hands and kicking her legs wildly, swinging her hips up and down, but no use. "Damn it." she cursed again. "Ugh," she exclaimed, throwing her hair back, the silky way it flowed and draped over her shoulders was almost beautiful, if not for her eyes glaring daggers into the Overlord. Her breasts swayed left to right, and she tried her best to pull herself out but again, his grasp was too firm. She looked him in the eye, and got a strange vibe off of him. "I have to stay with you? For a few days?! Huh. I think I've had enough of your hospitality you lipless toad!" she exclaimed, throwing her fists down upon his hand. Her feminine form was trapped. She blew strands of hair out of her face and sighed. "Ah this is unpleasant enough... What is this 'pouch' that bitch spoke about anyway? I suppose your going to be taking me there, hmm?" she exclaimed, feeling rage boil under her skin.

The Overlord was getting  little agitated now, but not because his 'guest' was misbehaving, but her words seemed to strike a cord.

"Hey now, we needed to keep you around to see if your transmission provides a response by your government.  They would need to see you are ok, to prove our case!  It's not like I wanted to keep you here, but we have to follow the rules."

When the woman enquired about the pouch, his facial skin seemed to illuminate bright red slightly.  "Well... that's a little personal... But of you misbehave, I would have to use it... An uncomfortable thought for me."

The 'pouch' referred to a bladder sack at the base of the inside of the throat of the overlord's species, used to nurture young until they became physically capable adolescents.

She continued to try and slip her arm down by her side. She never had wanted to use the firearm more in her life right about now! She gritted her teeth, noticing that she was in range now to kick him, and began doing so, stabbing her heels against his scaly stomach. "Oh your such the 'gentleman' manhandling me like I'm a damn toy!" she says adding more kicks to the side of his chest. She looked up and raised an eyebrow, her mouth hanging a little. "It's a little...what?" She asks, confused by his expression. She noticed the flush in his face and she blinked. "Woah, are you blushing?!" she looked down noting his thumb between her breasts and the curl of his finger around her bum. She gasped, and looked up at the creature, her face turning a few shades of red herself. "You cheeky bastard! Get your stinking hand's off me this instant! I'll tell you what's uncomfortable: having to have large slimy hands that stink of a swamp grope me while you hold me up like a damn toy!" She exclaimed, jabbing at him with her heels again, her plush body continuing to writhe in his grasp.

The Overlord stopped working for a moment and raised Rachel up to his eye level before speaking. "And how else am I supposed to keep you from wandering off? Keep you on my back? Do you even know how to get back to your ship? Can you psionically activate and pilot a travel disk? And even if you left this floor and started running around, what makes you think you'd be entirely safe? I could name more than a few demonspawn species on this vessel alone who wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of you without an escort. Some of my bretheren are... for lack of a better term, quite primitive and ferral, in many senses of those words. I understand your discomfort, believe me, but you heard the Empress, I have my orders, and you are much safer with me, than down below. Now, stop fighting and being silly, otherwise I will have to do something that will make us both uncomfortable." With those words, the creatures teeth seemed to pull back inward, making a hard zigzag pattern that looked like a stern face.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:The Overlord stopped working for a moment and raised Rachel up to his eye level before speaking.  "And how else am I supposed to keep you from wandering off?  Keep you on my back?  Do you even know how to get back to your ship?  Can you psionically activate and pilot a travel disk?  And even if you left this floor and started running around, what makes you think you'd be entirely safe?  I could name more than a few demonspawn species on this vessel alone who wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of you without an escort.  Some of my bretheren are... for lack of a better term, quite primitive and ferral, in many senses of those words.  I understand your discomfort, believe me, but you heard the Empress, I have my orders, and you are much safer with me, than down below.  Now, stop fighting and being silly, otherwise I will have to do something that will make us both uncomfortable."  With those words, the creatures teeth seemed to pull back inward, making a hard zigzag pattern that looked like a stern face.

Up to his eye level now, hovering mere inches from his face, Rachel was almost overpowered by his amphibian like stench, and she gagged a little while in his close presence. His large yellow eyes peered at hers, and she began to feel the fear rise within her again. She didn't know what she would do if she managed to escape his grasp. "I-I'd come up with something!" she exclaimed, her face blushed red. "A soldier must improvise! The job of a captured officer is to harass the enemy to no extent, and last I checked I'm still enlisted in the ADN!" she exclaimed, slamming her closed fist upon his hand that had held her curvy form. "Now if you don't mind, SaJIZthleen, remove your thumb from my boobs, your other finger from around my ass and get me out of your hideous face, zipper teeth!" she exclaimed, her face red. Her silky and long chocolate brown hair was folded against the back of his hand, and his lower fingers curled over the rounded soft curves of her rump while the upper ones were folded around her chest, lifting her bulbous breasts with the thumb. Her long sexy legs were curled around his lower finger and she would still kick out her knee's to hit the Overlord with her shiny black heels. The way she was held, her pencil skirt had hiked a little, showing off her thigh band pantihose and the pair of white bow panties that were underneath. Her sweat, and fruity scent was similar to strawberries, and in his tight grasp, he could feel her plush softness, her warmth and her heartbeat beginning to escalate out of rage and intermixed fear.

She blushed a little more. "What? Are you just going to keep staring?" she asked, her tone haughty and rude. She was pretty much at her ends rope, and was totally pissed.

Rachel Renston wrote:Up to his eye level now, hovering mere inches from his face, Rachel was almost overpowered by his amphibian like stench, and she gagged a little while in his close presence. His large yellow eyes peered at hers, and she began to feel the fear rise within her again. She didn't know what she would do if she managed to escape his grasp. "I-I'd come up with something!" she exclaimed, her face blushed red. "A soldier must improvise! The job of a captured officer is to harass the enemy to no extent, and last I checked I'm still enlisted in the ADN!" she exclaimed, slamming her closed fist upon his hand that had held her curvy form. "Now if you don't mind, SaJIZthleen, remove your thumb from my boobs, your other finger from around my ass and get me out of your hideous face, zipper teeth!" she exclaimed, her face red. Her silky and long chocolate brown hair was folded against the back of his hand, and his lower fingers curled over the rounded soft curves of her rump while the upper ones were folded around her chest, lifting her bulbous breasts with the thumb. Her long sexy legs were curled around his lower finger and she would still kick out her knee's to hit the Overlord with her shiny black heels. The way she was held, her pencil skirt had hiked a little, showing off her thigh band pantihose and the pair of white bow panties that were underneath. Her sweat, and fruity scent was similar to strawberries, and in his tight grasp, he could feel her plush softness, her warmth and her heartbeat beginning to escalate out of rage and intermixed fear.

She blushed a little more. "What? Are you just going to keep staring?" she asked, her tone haughty and rude. She was pretty much at her ends rope, and was totally pissed.

"You would improvise technology you neither understand, nor possess the capacity to activate? You really are very young, you have an active imagination..." spoke the Overlord, before it closed it's mouth at her repeated insults and her trying to beat her way free, or wriggle free, he wasn't sure.

After looking at her for a time, he finally frowned sadly. He couldn't keep her grasped in his hand for a few days, he had work to do, and sending her to the brigs and dungeons was out of the question. She'd be raped and eaten in mere minutes by some of the foulest creatures on the ship. Letting her roam free was also a considerable risk, as many of the creatures would be unable to stop themselves. "I am sorry about this, truly. But you won't die." he said with a strange croaking whine in his voice, before he lifted her up higher, and tilted his head back.