In the flickering corridors of Epsilon Research Base, Chloe knelt over the fallen guard, her pistol still warm from the shot that pierced the guard’s heart. She was just another expendable obstacle, hers and her partner falling to Chloe and Millie’s fire at close range.
But it hadn’t gone all their way. Behind her, Millie gasped weakly, reaching out with trembling fingers, blood pooling beneath her. Her abdomen was blasted open from a fatal hit, her exposed belly heaving as blood spread across her skin. She looked so vulnerable there, crawling forward in submission to her end, eyes pleading. "Chloe... don't," she whispered, her body trembling, knowing she was spent—another pretty recruit discarded in the shadows of this mission.
Chloe's pulse raced, her own belly exposed and tense under her fragile uniform, a constant reminder of how easily she could join Millie on the floor. They were all fragile and breakable, thrown into danger by faceless handlers who saw them as replaceable. Millie's fate hit hard: one wrong move, and her heart would stop like the guard's.
But the neural core waited in the vault, and hesitation meant failure. For just a moment, Chloe squeezed Millie's hand, feeling the warmth fade, the resignation in her partner's fading gaze. The mission demanded sacrifice; Millie was already lost, vulnerable and expendable.
Chloe glanced back at Millie one last time before standing up, there was no turning back now.
But it hadn’t gone all their way. Behind her, Millie gasped weakly, reaching out with trembling fingers, blood pooling beneath her. Her abdomen was blasted open from a fatal hit, her exposed belly heaving as blood spread across her skin. She looked so vulnerable there, crawling forward in submission to her end, eyes pleading. "Chloe... don't," she whispered, her body trembling, knowing she was spent—another pretty recruit discarded in the shadows of this mission.
Chloe's pulse raced, her own belly exposed and tense under her fragile uniform, a constant reminder of how easily she could join Millie on the floor. They were all fragile and breakable, thrown into danger by faceless handlers who saw them as replaceable. Millie's fate hit hard: one wrong move, and her heart would stop like the guard's.
But the neural core waited in the vault, and hesitation meant failure. For just a moment, Chloe squeezed Millie's hand, feeling the warmth fade, the resignation in her partner's fading gaze. The mission demanded sacrifice; Millie was already lost, vulnerable and expendable.
Chloe glanced back at Millie one last time before standing up, there was no turning back now.
In the shadowed bowels of the facility, Agent SSR writhed against the ropes lashing him to the pipe, his bare chest heaving under the pulsing neon harness. Behind him lay the bodies of Alyson's closest friends, their forms sprawled in defeat. SSR's swords jutted from their flat bellies, blades embedded in those deep navels, blood staining their skimpy shorts and fishnet thighs. Their eyes stared blankly, hearts stilled by the blades that violated them.
Alyson crouched before him, her curvaceous body radiating vengeful heat, long hair framing her full breasts in that cropped halter. Her own navel dimpled enticingly above her low-slung shorts, a tempting hollow mirroring the fatal ones behind. She pressed the serrated knife against SSR's bellybutton, the tip delving into the sensitive crater, tracing slow circles that made his abs clench.
"Aly, no….," he tried to beg, voice raw and garbled by through gag, eyes pleading into hers. "Don't kill me like this. We can—"
Her lips curled in a sultry sneer, murderous gaze fixed on his as she twisted the blade. A trickle of blood welled, his heart pounding wildly, every second stretching the electric dread. She leaned closer, breath mingling with his, savouring his desperation, the knife poised for that ultimate thrust.
"No mercy for you," she whispered, her body tensing in ecstasy. With a savage rage, she thrust the knife deep into his belly through the navel, the steel claiming his core. SSR's eyes flew upward in shock, his fate sealed in agony.
Alyson crouched before him, her curvaceous body radiating vengeful heat, long hair framing her full breasts in that cropped halter. Her own navel dimpled enticingly above her low-slung shorts, a tempting hollow mirroring the fatal ones behind. She pressed the serrated knife against SSR's bellybutton, the tip delving into the sensitive crater, tracing slow circles that made his abs clench.
"Aly, no….," he tried to beg, voice raw and garbled by through gag, eyes pleading into hers. "Don't kill me like this. We can—"
Her lips curled in a sultry sneer, murderous gaze fixed on his as she twisted the blade. A trickle of blood welled, his heart pounding wildly, every second stretching the electric dread. She leaned closer, breath mingling with his, savouring his desperation, the knife poised for that ultimate thrust.
"No mercy for you," she whispered, her body tensing in ecstasy. With a savage rage, she thrust the knife deep into his belly through the navel, the steel claiming his core. SSR's eyes flew upward in shock, his fate sealed in agony.
In the shadowed bowels of the orbital station, Carina crouched low, her blue crop top riding up to bare the smooth, vulnerable expanse of her midriff. She was prime fodder for the assault force—youthful curves and fiery resolve, an expendable spark in the corporate war.
Three guards charged, the lead one a sweet blonde with a bob cut, orange uniform hugging her slender frame; the second a brunette with sharp features, her midriff bared by a cropped jacket; the third another blonde, curvy and fierce, all of them mere pawns in the conflict.
Carina's pistol erupted in a precise burst, the first two rounds drilling through the sweet blonde's chest, stopping her heart cold as she dropped limp. The second bullet tore into the brunette, her body jerking before crumpling lifeless. The third pierced the second blonde’s heart, her eyes—wide with shock—fluttering shut as she fell, defeated and still.
Kneeling over their sprawled forms, Carina's exposed belly heaved with adrenaline, her hand propping her up, eyes alert. Behind her, the assault droid hummed past, indifferent to her fragility, its sensors scanning for threats. She was just another replaceable operative, her fate hanging on the next corner. But for now, victory pulsed through her heart, urging her deeper into the fray.
Three guards charged, the lead one a sweet blonde with a bob cut, orange uniform hugging her slender frame; the second a brunette with sharp features, her midriff bared by a cropped jacket; the third another blonde, curvy and fierce, all of them mere pawns in the conflict.
Carina's pistol erupted in a precise burst, the first two rounds drilling through the sweet blonde's chest, stopping her heart cold as she dropped limp. The second bullet tore into the brunette, her body jerking before crumpling lifeless. The third pierced the second blonde’s heart, her eyes—wide with shock—fluttering shut as she fell, defeated and still.
Kneeling over their sprawled forms, Carina's exposed belly heaved with adrenaline, her hand propping her up, eyes alert. Behind her, the assault droid hummed past, indifferent to her fragility, its sensors scanning for threats. She was just another replaceable operative, her fate hanging on the next corner. But for now, victory pulsed through her heart, urging her deeper into the fray.
My patrol route takes me past the comms centre, my black bodysuit hugging every curve of my body, sleek but vulnerable. I remain ready, gun gripped firm, heart steady despite the base's alarms blaring like a distant storm. Without warning, the intruder burst from the shadows — her white crop top exposing her toned belly, weapon gleaming, she spots me and breaks into a charge as I start to raise my weapon.
Before I could squeeze the trigger, her right hand shot up, slamming into my chin with brutal force. My head snapped back, stars exploding in my vision as I stared at the ceiling's flickering lights, my body arching involuntarily, belly thrusting forward. In that split second of vulnerability, she raised her pistol and fired a round into my chest. The impact jolted through me, my heart stuttering wildly as pain bloomed hot and sharp.
I fell backwards, arms instinctively holding my chest high for a moment, as if defying gravity, my exposed abs tensing under the suit. Then gravity won, and I slumped to the ground, body going limp against the cold floor, heart faltering to a weak flutter before stopping entirely.
She loomed over me, her bare belly rising and falling with controlled breaths, before kneeling beside me. Her hand pressed firmly on my abs, fingers tracing the outline through the fabric, feeling the last warmth of my submission as she scanned the corridor for more guards, her touch lingering just a moment too long.
Before I could squeeze the trigger, her right hand shot up, slamming into my chin with brutal force. My head snapped back, stars exploding in my vision as I stared at the ceiling's flickering lights, my body arching involuntarily, belly thrusting forward. In that split second of vulnerability, she raised her pistol and fired a round into my chest. The impact jolted through me, my heart stuttering wildly as pain bloomed hot and sharp.
I fell backwards, arms instinctively holding my chest high for a moment, as if defying gravity, my exposed abs tensing under the suit. Then gravity won, and I slumped to the ground, body going limp against the cold floor, heart faltering to a weak flutter before stopping entirely.
She loomed over me, her bare belly rising and falling with controlled breaths, before kneeling beside me. Her hand pressed firmly on my abs, fingers tracing the outline through the fabric, feeling the last warmth of my submission as she scanned the corridor for more guards, her touch lingering just a moment too long.
Hanna, Rose, and Carina stood shoulder to shoulder in the corridor, firing their red-laser beams in unison at the raiding party as they advanced, the door behind them sealed from the bridge. The air erupted with a hail of blaster fire as they fought for their lives.
Their door was locked, their comm links jammed, there was now no retreat, no way to call for help, trapping them in the deadly crossfire. Hanna raised her laser pistol, preparing to take as many enemies down with her as possible before going down herself, her finger tightening on the trigger as she unleashed a burst of fire that tore through the attackers.
Carina stumbled back as a laser blast struck her exposed chest, sending her crashing to the floor, falling against Hanna’s knee. Rose stood firm, her red pistol flashes illuminating her determined expression as she poured shots into the enemy ranks.
But it was only a matter of time before they overwhelmed them. A yellow laser hit Rose in the chest, and she crumpled to the ground beside Carina's lifeless form. Hanna knelt behind Carina, still firing her pistol with a steady hand, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
She didn't think about anything but staying alive, and taking a few more with her, until she finally fell.
Their door was locked, their comm links jammed, there was now no retreat, no way to call for help, trapping them in the deadly crossfire. Hanna raised her laser pistol, preparing to take as many enemies down with her as possible before going down herself, her finger tightening on the trigger as she unleashed a burst of fire that tore through the attackers.
Carina stumbled back as a laser blast struck her exposed chest, sending her crashing to the floor, falling against Hanna’s knee. Rose stood firm, her red pistol flashes illuminating her determined expression as she poured shots into the enemy ranks.
But it was only a matter of time before they overwhelmed them. A yellow laser hit Rose in the chest, and she crumpled to the ground beside Carina's lifeless form. Hanna knelt behind Carina, still firing her pistol with a steady hand, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
She didn't think about anything but staying alive, and taking a few more with her, until she finally fell.
The neon lights of the launchpad cast an eerie glow on Rose's face as she stood amidst the carnage, her matching katana swords flashing in the dim light. The blood-covered bodies of their ambushers lay scattered around her, each one a testament to Rose's rage and skill with her swords. The body of a black-haired Corporation trooper lay at her feet, her heart pierced by Rose’s katana in immediate vengeance for killing her lover.
To her left, SSR's body remained still and cold against their hover bike, his bare chest exposed beneath his open jacket. A crimson stain spread across his skin, a grim reminder of the price he paid for standing by Rose's side. Rose tried not to look, her rage building.
She had moved swiftly and silently, cutting down the troopers with deadly precision. Her blades sliced through air, leaving a trail of blood and death in their wake. The panicked return fire was quickly silenced as Rose danced between them, her katana swords sparing no-one.
As the last trooper fell silent, Rose's chest heaved with exertion, her breathing rapid and ragged. Her eyes blazed with fury, her gaze fixed on the lifeless form of the petite trooper. "You should have stayed away, this won’t go unpunished…" Rose spat, her voice low and deadly. She would have her revenge, blood would flow.
To her left, SSR's body remained still and cold against their hover bike, his bare chest exposed beneath his open jacket. A crimson stain spread across his skin, a grim reminder of the price he paid for standing by Rose's side. Rose tried not to look, her rage building.
She had moved swiftly and silently, cutting down the troopers with deadly precision. Her blades sliced through air, leaving a trail of blood and death in their wake. The panicked return fire was quickly silenced as Rose danced between them, her katana swords sparing no-one.
As the last trooper fell silent, Rose's chest heaved with exertion, her breathing rapid and ragged. Her eyes blazed with fury, her gaze fixed on the lifeless form of the petite trooper. "You should have stayed away, this won’t go unpunished…" Rose spat, her voice low and deadly. She would have her revenge, blood would flow.
The corridor was dimly lit, flickering emergency lights casting long shadows on the walls. The air buzzed with machinery and echoed faintly with my footsteps. I moved quickly, every muscle tensed, scanning the shadows for movement. There she was—a sleek figure ahead of me, her black hair gleaming under the inadequate light. She moved with an assassin's grace, but I knew I had to stop her.
As I got close enough to take my shot, she spun suddenly, her motion fluid and before I could react, she fired. The bullets hit me square in the chest, the pain searing through me as I stumbled back. I fell to the floor, gasping, my vision blurred from the dust and shock.
She disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone with the echo of her retreat. My hands trembled, still clutching my pistol, as I lay there, struggling for breath. The corridor felt emptier now, the silence pressing in around me. I knew I couldn’t win this—I was outmatched and discarded on the floor.
The world spun around me, and then everything went black.
As I got close enough to take my shot, she spun suddenly, her motion fluid and before I could react, she fired. The bullets hit me square in the chest, the pain searing through me as I stumbled back. I fell to the floor, gasping, my vision blurred from the dust and shock.
She disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone with the echo of her retreat. My hands trembled, still clutching my pistol, as I lay there, struggling for breath. The corridor felt emptier now, the silence pressing in around me. I knew I couldn’t win this—I was outmatched and discarded on the floor.
The world spun around me, and then everything went black.
Agent SSR moved silently through the dimly lit corridors of the space station's command post, his eyes fixed on the lone guard, Chloe. Her cute Arcorp uniform and skirt seemed incongruous amidst the sterile environment, but her pistol signalled deadly intent – SSR couldn’t ignore a fleeting sense of attraction. As he closed in, SSR's gaze lingered on the curves of her form, the pistol in her right hand momentarily forgotten. The door panel’s flashing glow announced its unlock, as Chloe smirked as she reached out to scan her hand at the biometric lock.
SSR's arm wrapped around her with a familiar ease that belied their circumstances - he held her close as his right hand brought the knife up to her chest. Her eyes went wide in horror as she realized what was happening, but she never saw his face. The sensation of her body tense against him, then go limp, was a fleeting reminder of the lives he had taken before. The pistol clattered to the floor, and with it any path of last resort. Chloe's gaze was frozen on the sight of SSR's hand holding firmly to the knife, her mind struggling to comprehend the sudden and brutal end to her life as she died in his arms.
And then it was over, the guard's life extinguished by his hand, leaving him to continue his mission into the darkness of the station.
SSR's arm wrapped around her with a familiar ease that belied their circumstances - he held her close as his right hand brought the knife up to her chest. Her eyes went wide in horror as she realized what was happening, but she never saw his face. The sensation of her body tense against him, then go limp, was a fleeting reminder of the lives he had taken before. The pistol clattered to the floor, and with it any path of last resort. Chloe's gaze was frozen on the sight of SSR's hand holding firmly to the knife, her mind struggling to comprehend the sudden and brutal end to her life as she died in his arms.
And then it was over, the guard's life extinguished by his hand, leaving him to continue his mission into the darkness of the station.
Carina's body arced through the air, a graceful, weightless arc as she coasted down the darkened corridor at breakneck speed. The gravity generator disabled, she was a human projectile, her momentum fuelled by the force of her own kick.
The first guard's body, a crimson smear on her chest, whizzed by in a blur as Carina hurtled past. She felt a rush of satisfaction - one down, more to go. A second guard, her face frozen in a grimace of shock and pain, floated closer, her eyes wide with fear even in death. Carina's gaze flickered over her, Carina's mind already focused on the task ahead.
The green laser beams sliced through the air mere feet away, the surviving guards returning fire. Carina felt the heat of the beams wash over her, the air charged with electromagnetic energy as she floated serenely past the second guard's lifeless form. Time seemed to slow as she drifted, her senses heightened. The guards were closing in, their weapons blazing, but Carina was a force of nature, nothing could stand in her way.
The first guard's body, a crimson smear on her chest, whizzed by in a blur as Carina hurtled past. She felt a rush of satisfaction - one down, more to go. A second guard, her face frozen in a grimace of shock and pain, floated closer, her eyes wide with fear even in death. Carina's gaze flickered over her, Carina's mind already focused on the task ahead.
The green laser beams sliced through the air mere feet away, the surviving guards returning fire. Carina felt the heat of the beams wash over her, the air charged with electromagnetic energy as she floated serenely past the second guard's lifeless form. Time seemed to slow as she drifted, her senses heightened. The guards were closing in, their weapons blazing, but Carina was a force of nature, nothing could stand in her way.
Esther stood on the rooftop, motionless beneath the oppressive hive city that loomed above. Neon red lights flickered off her slick, black bodysuit, their reflection lost in the blood pooling around her boots. Her greatsword hung behind her, tip grazing the concrete, a weight she barely felt anymore.
The bodies lay sprawled around her—two adversaries dispatched in silence. To her left, the guard slumped against the wall, his life leaking from the deep gash in his abdomen. His eyes were already glazed, resigned. To her right, the woman in the horned mask lay crumpled, chest punctured. The holograms flickered weakly, dying like everything else.
Esther glanced over her shoulder, the city's endless sprawl stretching into the void, indifferent to the lives it consumed. Another night. Another few bodies. Nothing would change. She turned back to the skyline, searching for the next fight.
The bodies lay sprawled around her—two adversaries dispatched in silence. To her left, the guard slumped against the wall, his life leaking from the deep gash in his abdomen. His eyes were already glazed, resigned. To her right, the woman in the horned mask lay crumpled, chest punctured. The holograms flickered weakly, dying like everything else.
Esther glanced over her shoulder, the city's endless sprawl stretching into the void, indifferent to the lives it consumed. Another night. Another few bodies. Nothing would change. She turned back to the skyline, searching for the next fight.
Iva stalked the dark corridors of the hab-ship, her black suit clinging to her like a second skin. Her eyes were hard, merciless. In her right hand, she gripped a knife; in her left, a blaster.
She rounded a corner and spotted a guard. The brunette in a red crew suit barely had time to react before Iva pounced. With a brutal shove, she slammed the guard against the wall, pressing her knife to the woman’s chest.
"Move and you’re dead," Iva snarled, her voice devoid of mercy. The guard's eyes widened in terror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Iva twisted the knife just enough to draw a bead of blood. "Scream, and I'll carve you up."
The guard whimpered, nodding frantically, too scared to speak. Iva's lips curled into a cruel smile. She enjoyed this—it was all a game to her, and she played it well.
"Good girl," she taunted, stepping back just enough to thrust the blade into her captive’s chest. The mission was far from over, and Iva relished the thought of the havoc she was about to unleash, there was no time for niceties…
She rounded a corner and spotted a guard. The brunette in a red crew suit barely had time to react before Iva pounced. With a brutal shove, she slammed the guard against the wall, pressing her knife to the woman’s chest.
"Move and you’re dead," Iva snarled, her voice devoid of mercy. The guard's eyes widened in terror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Iva twisted the knife just enough to draw a bead of blood. "Scream, and I'll carve you up."
The guard whimpered, nodding frantically, too scared to speak. Iva's lips curled into a cruel smile. She enjoyed this—it was all a game to her, and she played it well.
"Good girl," she taunted, stepping back just enough to thrust the blade into her captive’s chest. The mission was far from over, and Iva relished the thought of the havoc she was about to unleash, there was no time for niceties…
As the strike unit rolled through the commercial sector of the city, resistance intensified, and casualties mounted. Running alongside the lead tank, Laura winced as yet another bullet whizzed past her ear, narrowly missing her. The agonized cry of one of her troopers filled her ears as they fell, mortally wounded. “That was close… Tenth time on this street alone!” she thought, returning fire with the others. Their numbers dwindled, but still, they fought on.
Approaching a junction, they heard the unmistakable roar of a rebel IFV. It rounded the corner, its .50 cal raking the unit. Bullets cut down troopers to the left and right of Laura, but she remained untouched. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the street, and the turret of the IFV soared skyward. Looking back, she saw the smoking barrel of the lead tank aimed in their direction as it advanced. “About time…” she muttered, realizing she was the only trooper left alive in a sea of bodies. For a moment, her mind drifted back to her grandmother in old Dublin, remembering the times spent on her knee in Baldoyle, where she was told she’d always be watched over. Laura wondered if it was her grandmother's spirit keeping her alive today.
As the next squad moved up, Laura recognized her old training buddies alongside her. Rose ran ahead with Esther, heading for the destroyed IFV, while Mara followed behind, scanning the rooftops. As they reached the corner, they came under fire again. Laura saw blood erupt from the bodies of Rose and Esther in front of her, their tight bodysuits offering no protection against the bullets. Dropping to her knees, she aimed her weapon at one of the rebels, hearing two sickening thuds as Mara was hit in the chest. Once again, Laura was the last one standing.
Looking left and pulling the trigger as bullets whizzed past, she was rewarded with a scream from her rebel target, who stumbled sideways before collapsing. “Gotcha, bitch! The luck of the Irish is definitely on my side today…”
Approaching a junction, they heard the unmistakable roar of a rebel IFV. It rounded the corner, its .50 cal raking the unit. Bullets cut down troopers to the left and right of Laura, but she remained untouched. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the street, and the turret of the IFV soared skyward. Looking back, she saw the smoking barrel of the lead tank aimed in their direction as it advanced. “About time…” she muttered, realizing she was the only trooper left alive in a sea of bodies. For a moment, her mind drifted back to her grandmother in old Dublin, remembering the times spent on her knee in Baldoyle, where she was told she’d always be watched over. Laura wondered if it was her grandmother's spirit keeping her alive today.
As the next squad moved up, Laura recognized her old training buddies alongside her. Rose ran ahead with Esther, heading for the destroyed IFV, while Mara followed behind, scanning the rooftops. As they reached the corner, they came under fire again. Laura saw blood erupt from the bodies of Rose and Esther in front of her, their tight bodysuits offering no protection against the bullets. Dropping to her knees, she aimed her weapon at one of the rebels, hearing two sickening thuds as Mara was hit in the chest. Once again, Laura was the last one standing.
Looking left and pulling the trigger as bullets whizzed past, she was rewarded with a scream from her rebel target, who stumbled sideways before collapsing. “Gotcha, bitch! The luck of the Irish is definitely on my side today…”
Aura's heartbeat thrummed in her ears as she finished planting the last explosive. The clock was ticking, each second a countdown to destruction. She moved swiftly, fingers dancing over wires, when the creak of a floor grate caught her attention. Spinning around, she barely had time to react as an engineer lunged at her, knife gleaming in the corridor lights.
He was on her in an instant, their bodies crashing to the cold, concrete floor, her infiltration suit splitting down the zip, exposing her fragile skin beneath. Aura fought back, but he was strong, his legs pinning hers down as he straddled her. His right hand clamped onto her left shoulder, his grip ironclad. The knife in his left hand hovered menacingly above her exposed and vulnerable belly, a silent threat of impending doom.
Adrenaline surged through Aura’s veins, sharpening her senses. She twisted her body, trying to unbalance him, but he held firm, his glare intense and unwavering. His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of oil and sweat. The knife edged closer, and Aura felt the prick of the blade against her skin.
Glancing at the explosives and realising the limited time to save the base, with a swift motion, the engineer plunged the knife into her belly, she screamed as the blade sank into her flesh up to the hilt, the rage in his face obvious. As she looked backwards helplessly, he withdrew the blade and she felt the razor sharp blade as he slashed her throat, blood flowed from her throat and she gargled, he couldn’t tell what she was saying, but at this point he didn’t care.
Sat atop of Aura, the engineer glanced at the timer on the explosives, and with no time to waste, he charged towards them, radioing to command for help, as Aura’s form lay motionless in a growing pool of her own blood.
He was on her in an instant, their bodies crashing to the cold, concrete floor, her infiltration suit splitting down the zip, exposing her fragile skin beneath. Aura fought back, but he was strong, his legs pinning hers down as he straddled her. His right hand clamped onto her left shoulder, his grip ironclad. The knife in his left hand hovered menacingly above her exposed and vulnerable belly, a silent threat of impending doom.
Adrenaline surged through Aura’s veins, sharpening her senses. She twisted her body, trying to unbalance him, but he held firm, his glare intense and unwavering. His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of oil and sweat. The knife edged closer, and Aura felt the prick of the blade against her skin.
Glancing at the explosives and realising the limited time to save the base, with a swift motion, the engineer plunged the knife into her belly, she screamed as the blade sank into her flesh up to the hilt, the rage in his face obvious. As she looked backwards helplessly, he withdrew the blade and she felt the razor sharp blade as he slashed her throat, blood flowed from her throat and she gargled, he couldn’t tell what she was saying, but at this point he didn’t care.
Sat atop of Aura, the engineer glanced at the timer on the explosives, and with no time to waste, he charged towards them, radioing to command for help, as Aura’s form lay motionless in a growing pool of her own blood.
What do you get a girl that has everything? Her own mech of course...
Giving a henchgirl with questionable aim and trigger discipline a heavily armed mech for her birthday, what's the worst that could happen?
Giving a henchgirl with questionable aim and trigger discipline a heavily armed mech for her birthday, what's the worst that could happen?
In the outer reaches of the Helix Nebula, a space station spun silently against the cosmic ballet of stars and nebulae. Laura, the lone guard of this remote outpost, patrolled the cold, metallic corridors. Her skin-tight red bodysuit stood in stark contrast to the station's white and purple lighting. Blaster drawn, she moved with the silence of space itself, alert for any sign of intrusion.
As she responded to an alarm, Laura thought she was the hunter, creeping up on her unseen foe through the labyrinth of the station. She rounded a corner, blaster leading the way, her heart a steady drum in her chest. Every shadow could be an enemy, every noise a potential attack.
Unbeknownst to Laura, the predator was already behind her prey. Jojo, clad in a suit as black as her heart, moved with a grace that belied her deadly intentions. Silent as the vacuum outside, she closed the distance between herself and Laura.
As Laura checked another empty corridor, her back exposed, Jojo readied her strike. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on her target. The moment hung suspended, like a star on the brink of supernova. Laura, oblivious to the danger, turned—
As she responded to an alarm, Laura thought she was the hunter, creeping up on her unseen foe through the labyrinth of the station. She rounded a corner, blaster leading the way, her heart a steady drum in her chest. Every shadow could be an enemy, every noise a potential attack.
Unbeknownst to Laura, the predator was already behind her prey. Jojo, clad in a suit as black as her heart, moved with a grace that belied her deadly intentions. Silent as the vacuum outside, she closed the distance between herself and Laura.
As Laura checked another empty corridor, her back exposed, Jojo readied her strike. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on her target. The moment hung suspended, like a star on the brink of supernova. Laura, oblivious to the danger, turned—
Theresa stood by the window, her dress a stark contrast to the gloomy interior. Sunlight filtered through the metal slats, casting shadows across the room. Her left hand gripped a large calibre pistol, while her right fingertips rested on the cold metal blinds. Outside, Shadowhaven buzzed with activity. Theresa's gaze darted between the neon lights, searching for her target. Suddenly, movement caught her eye—a figure weaving through the labyrinthine streets below.
Her heart raced as she took aim, her resolve unshakable. With a steady hand, she squeezed the trigger, gunfire piercing the night.
In that fleeting moment, Theresa was more than a spy—she was a hunter. And as the echoes of gunfire faded, her target lay in the street, no one dared to come to assist and life returned to it's usual routine around them.
Her heart raced as she took aim, her resolve unshakable. With a steady hand, she squeezed the trigger, gunfire piercing the night.
In that fleeting moment, Theresa was more than a spy—she was a hunter. And as the echoes of gunfire faded, her target lay in the street, no one dared to come to assist and life returned to it's usual routine around them.
Perched on the window frame, high in the towering hab-block, Laura's mind raced as she surveyed the sprawling city below. The neon lights flickered like stars in the urban cosmos, illuminating her face with an ethereal glow. In her hand, the weight of her smoking pistol felt reassuring, a familiar presence that whispered promises of power and control. By her side, the body of her latest mark lay on the floor in a growing pool of blood.
Dressed in a provocative ensemble of a corset and suspenders, Laura's pulse quickened as she ran through what had just happened and what lay ahead. As she leaned back against the window, her imagination took flight. With each passing moment, the adrenaline surged through her veins, igniting a fire that burned with relentless intensity.
In her mind's eye, she saw how the scene had unfolded with vivid clarity—the target, unsuspecting and vulnerable, ensnared in the web of her allure. Her pistol became an extension of her will, a tool she wielded with lethal precision as she danced her way into her target's trust.
The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady rush that sent shivers down her spine. She recalled the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the hunt as she closed in on her prey. In her element, she was unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
With a wicked grin, Laura played out the kill in her mind. She revelled in the chaos, her target's eyes wide as they realised that Laura was the angel of death incarnate. This was what she lived for—the adrenaline, the danger, the exquisite ecstasy of the kill.
As she lingered on the precipice of the night, a sense of euphoria washed over her, drowning out the noise of the world below. In that moment, she was invincible, a goddess of destruction poised to unleash her wrath upon the unsuspecting masses.
Dressed in a provocative ensemble of a corset and suspenders, Laura's pulse quickened as she ran through what had just happened and what lay ahead. As she leaned back against the window, her imagination took flight. With each passing moment, the adrenaline surged through her veins, igniting a fire that burned with relentless intensity.
In her mind's eye, she saw how the scene had unfolded with vivid clarity—the target, unsuspecting and vulnerable, ensnared in the web of her allure. Her pistol became an extension of her will, a tool she wielded with lethal precision as she danced her way into her target's trust.
The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady rush that sent shivers down her spine. She recalled the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the hunt as she closed in on her prey. In her element, she was unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
With a wicked grin, Laura played out the kill in her mind. She revelled in the chaos, her target's eyes wide as they realised that Laura was the angel of death incarnate. This was what she lived for—the adrenaline, the danger, the exquisite ecstasy of the kill.
As she lingered on the precipice of the night, a sense of euphoria washed over her, drowning out the noise of the world below. In that moment, she was invincible, a goddess of destruction poised to unleash her wrath upon the unsuspecting masses.
In the city's landing bay, the duel between Sith Lord Hanna and Jedi Master SSR reached a fevered pitch. The hum and clash of lightsabers reverberated through the urban expanse, punctuated by the distant roar of starships taking flight. Hanna's every movement was a calculated dance, her crimson blade sliced through the air with lethal precision, meeting each of SSR's strikes head-on.
Then, in a moment of calculated surprise borne of desperation, SSR disengaged momentarily, before leaping acrobatically from a set of railings with the grace of a predator. His blue lightsaber arced above his head, ready to deliver a lethal blow. Hanna, momentarily caught off guard, swiftly adapted, her instincts propelling her into a defensive stance.
As SSR descended with the force of a descending storm, Hanna's muscles tensed. In a swift and fluid motion, she swung her crimson blade to intercept SSR with a strike aimed at his chest.
Moments later, the blade pierced his chest...
Then, in a moment of calculated surprise borne of desperation, SSR disengaged momentarily, before leaping acrobatically from a set of railings with the grace of a predator. His blue lightsaber arced above his head, ready to deliver a lethal blow. Hanna, momentarily caught off guard, swiftly adapted, her instincts propelling her into a defensive stance.
As SSR descended with the force of a descending storm, Hanna's muscles tensed. In a swift and fluid motion, she swung her crimson blade to intercept SSR with a strike aimed at his chest.
Moments later, the blade pierced his chest...
The sun hung low in the rad-poisoned sky as Rose and I rumbled through the wasteland in our battered truck. The desolation stretched for miles, a testament to the last war that had turned the world into an irradiated hellscape. Fifty years had passed since the world had turned to hell, I had only heard stories of the before times, when the world wasn't nothing but a barren desert of despair.
Our destination was Alpha outpost, a flickering beacon on the horizon promising the possibility of survival. We hoped to trade the scrap metal we'd salvaged for precious resources – food and RadPacks, a lifeline in this unforgiving wasteland. The afternoon wore on, and we pressed forward, the truck's engine groaning against the relentless wind.
Suddenly, a metallic clank echoed beneath us, and the truck shuddered to a stop. I cursed under my breath as I steered us to the side of the desolate road. Rose and I exchanged glances, worry etched on her face. I popped the hood, revealing a mess of wires and worn-out components.
As I delved into the engine's innards, a figure emerged from the shadows. Jojo, a lone raider, clad in tattered garments that blended seamlessly with the desolate landscape. Her eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as she approached, a rusty knife in hand.
Before we could react, Jojo struck. In a flash, Rose's throat was slashed, and she crumpled to her knees by the truck, her life force draining onto the hot tarmac. I clenched my jaw, the taste of desperation flooding my senses.
"Where'd you find that scrap, wanderer?" Jojo sneered, her knife glinting in the harsh sunlight as she pushed me against the truck.
My mind raced, searching for a way out. "Just west of here," I replied cautiously, my hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender. "Near the old factory ruins."
Jojo's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched across her face. "You better not be lyin', or this blade will be the last thing you feel."
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I swear, it's the truth. We stumbled upon it during one of our scavenging runs."
A tense silence lingered as Jojo assessed my sincerity. The wasteland had a way of stripping people down to their rawest instincts, survival at any cost. She glared at me for what felt like an eternity before realising she had everything I could give, I was now a mere distraction.
"Smart move," she grunted, the hint of a sinister grin playing on her lips. "Consider yourself lucky, wanderer. I've got what I need."
Relief washed over me, but the sight of Rose, bleeding and vulnerable, kept my emotions in check. Jojo pulled away, but rather than disappear into the wasteland, she thrust her blade into my chest. I screamed in pain and glanced at Rose as Jojo watched her prey, my world started to go dark, I fell against the truck, feeling Jojo's fingers on my skin as Rose fell from my view.
Jojo smiled as she admired her handiwork, less loose ends this way and this was kinda... fun... she mused with a smile.
Our destination was Alpha outpost, a flickering beacon on the horizon promising the possibility of survival. We hoped to trade the scrap metal we'd salvaged for precious resources – food and RadPacks, a lifeline in this unforgiving wasteland. The afternoon wore on, and we pressed forward, the truck's engine groaning against the relentless wind.
Suddenly, a metallic clank echoed beneath us, and the truck shuddered to a stop. I cursed under my breath as I steered us to the side of the desolate road. Rose and I exchanged glances, worry etched on her face. I popped the hood, revealing a mess of wires and worn-out components.
As I delved into the engine's innards, a figure emerged from the shadows. Jojo, a lone raider, clad in tattered garments that blended seamlessly with the desolate landscape. Her eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as she approached, a rusty knife in hand.
Before we could react, Jojo struck. In a flash, Rose's throat was slashed, and she crumpled to her knees by the truck, her life force draining onto the hot tarmac. I clenched my jaw, the taste of desperation flooding my senses.
"Where'd you find that scrap, wanderer?" Jojo sneered, her knife glinting in the harsh sunlight as she pushed me against the truck.
My mind raced, searching for a way out. "Just west of here," I replied cautiously, my hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender. "Near the old factory ruins."
Jojo's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched across her face. "You better not be lyin', or this blade will be the last thing you feel."
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I swear, it's the truth. We stumbled upon it during one of our scavenging runs."
A tense silence lingered as Jojo assessed my sincerity. The wasteland had a way of stripping people down to their rawest instincts, survival at any cost. She glared at me for what felt like an eternity before realising she had everything I could give, I was now a mere distraction.
"Smart move," she grunted, the hint of a sinister grin playing on her lips. "Consider yourself lucky, wanderer. I've got what I need."
Relief washed over me, but the sight of Rose, bleeding and vulnerable, kept my emotions in check. Jojo pulled away, but rather than disappear into the wasteland, she thrust her blade into my chest. I screamed in pain and glanced at Rose as Jojo watched her prey, my world started to go dark, I fell against the truck, feeling Jojo's fingers on my skin as Rose fell from my view.
Jojo smiled as she admired her handiwork, less loose ends this way and this was kinda... fun... she mused with a smile.
Rose stood guard in the dimly lit corridor of the research facility, her attention focused on the samples bay she was tasked to protect. The silence was broken only by the hum of machinery and the faint echo of distant footsteps along the facility's crumbling corridors.
Then, in the stillness, a sound reached Rose's ears – a slow, deliberate exhale, coming from behind her. Her instincts went on high alert, and she realized that someone was lurking just out of her vision. She heard a weapon cock.
Without turning her head, Rose's heart raced as she processed the danger. She knew that her life was at risk, but she couldn't make eye contact with the person behind her. She could only imagine the peril she was in, with Agent SSR's presence now known to her. How had she been so oblivious? She tried to peer round as far as she dare without moving her head, nothing...
Agent SSR's gun remained pointed at the back of Rose's head, his breathing a stark reminder of his proximity. The tension in the corridor was palpable, and Rose had to make a split-second decision that could determine her fate.
Scanning the corridor, SSR weighed his options. If he shot her, the guards would surely come running, but the non lethal options simply increased the chance of complications later. His finger tightened on the trigger...
Then, in the stillness, a sound reached Rose's ears – a slow, deliberate exhale, coming from behind her. Her instincts went on high alert, and she realized that someone was lurking just out of her vision. She heard a weapon cock.
Without turning her head, Rose's heart raced as she processed the danger. She knew that her life was at risk, but she couldn't make eye contact with the person behind her. She could only imagine the peril she was in, with Agent SSR's presence now known to her. How had she been so oblivious? She tried to peer round as far as she dare without moving her head, nothing...
Agent SSR's gun remained pointed at the back of Rose's head, his breathing a stark reminder of his proximity. The tension in the corridor was palpable, and Rose had to make a split-second decision that could determine her fate.
Scanning the corridor, SSR weighed his options. If he shot her, the guards would surely come running, but the non lethal options simply increased the chance of complications later. His finger tightened on the trigger...
The crowd roared, the nervous line of girls shuffled into the arena and lined up behind a row of knives on the floor. In contrast to the high tech stadium, the arena itself was scattered with debris, crates, vehicles and furniture, it gave the TV viewers interest and led to opportunities for more interesting fights.
"Interesting" wasn't on the mind of the girls, captives from the street gangs that roamed the city streets. Theresa and Carina held hands as the camera drones passed by them, they exchanged nervous glances, they had been lovers in the XinFeng Cobra gang, captured in a police raid. Their love had kept them sane during captivity, but now it was their punishment, only one girl would leave this arena alive. The TV viewing figures were always high for prisoner battles, the advertising dollars rolled in.
"Ready!" came the announcer's voice over the tannoy, the girls reached down to take their knives and dispersed into the arena. A row of snipers watched for any cheaters getting early kills, it wasn't worth it to try to escape, they all knew this.
Carina and Theresa eyed each other nervously, a couple of other XinFeng girls, Irina and Esther, eyed each other by a dark truck, their story was not so much one of love but one of pure rivalry.
"Fight!"
The girls started to circle each other, a mixture of friend facing friend and foe facing foe, there was no place for sentimentality, as Irina leapt at Esther, Theresa watched, angry cries rang out, drone cameras moved to keep the TV viewers entertained, the battle was on. A scream filled the arena as the first girl fell, somewhere amongst the debris.
"KAREN!" boomed the announcer, the crowd went wild. Momentarily distracted, it was pure luck that she turned towards her lover, only to see Carina moving rapidly towards her, knife raised, deadly intent only too obvious. The shock of betrayal made her pause, unsure why Carina would attack her now, but as the knife was thrust at her throat, her street instincts kicked in and she ducked, her right elbow meeting Carina's face and she leaned to push her over the nearest crate. Her left hand raised, knife at the ready, her right hand pressed Carina into the top of the crate, she heard Carina's knife clatter to the floor. In that moment, Carina's knifeless right hand behind her head, arm resting on her shoulder, being pressed onto the crate, laying there almost appealingly, were it not for the knife in Theresa's hand and the look of fear in Carina's eyes, it would be a beautiful scene, and Theresa's mind raced to the many nights they had spent together, how had it all come to this? Could she really harm her redhaired angel?
From behind, the sound of a blade piercing yielding flesh was followed by a scream, "ESTHER!" the announcer exclaimed with seeming glee. Theresa's eyes hardened and anger crossed her face, there was no time for sentimentality, it was do or die. Her eyes met Carina's as she rammed the knife down hard into her chest. Carina's head jerked forwards slightly, the look of shock in her former lover's face hurt Theresa, but the deed was done. "CARINA!". The crowd brayed, as Theresa watched Carina's lifeless form fall still on the crate, her arm still draped onto her chest, sliding down slowly.
Pulling her knife out, she realised that Irina must be behind her somewhere. She had barely started to move as she felt a sharp pain in her back and the tip Irina's knife erupted from her chest. Helpless, she looked down as her knife tumbled from her hands, her mouth fell open as the world started to go dark.
"THERESA!"
"Interesting" wasn't on the mind of the girls, captives from the street gangs that roamed the city streets. Theresa and Carina held hands as the camera drones passed by them, they exchanged nervous glances, they had been lovers in the XinFeng Cobra gang, captured in a police raid. Their love had kept them sane during captivity, but now it was their punishment, only one girl would leave this arena alive. The TV viewing figures were always high for prisoner battles, the advertising dollars rolled in.
"Ready!" came the announcer's voice over the tannoy, the girls reached down to take their knives and dispersed into the arena. A row of snipers watched for any cheaters getting early kills, it wasn't worth it to try to escape, they all knew this.
Carina and Theresa eyed each other nervously, a couple of other XinFeng girls, Irina and Esther, eyed each other by a dark truck, their story was not so much one of love but one of pure rivalry.
"Fight!"
The girls started to circle each other, a mixture of friend facing friend and foe facing foe, there was no place for sentimentality, as Irina leapt at Esther, Theresa watched, angry cries rang out, drone cameras moved to keep the TV viewers entertained, the battle was on. A scream filled the arena as the first girl fell, somewhere amongst the debris.
"KAREN!" boomed the announcer, the crowd went wild. Momentarily distracted, it was pure luck that she turned towards her lover, only to see Carina moving rapidly towards her, knife raised, deadly intent only too obvious. The shock of betrayal made her pause, unsure why Carina would attack her now, but as the knife was thrust at her throat, her street instincts kicked in and she ducked, her right elbow meeting Carina's face and she leaned to push her over the nearest crate. Her left hand raised, knife at the ready, her right hand pressed Carina into the top of the crate, she heard Carina's knife clatter to the floor. In that moment, Carina's knifeless right hand behind her head, arm resting on her shoulder, being pressed onto the crate, laying there almost appealingly, were it not for the knife in Theresa's hand and the look of fear in Carina's eyes, it would be a beautiful scene, and Theresa's mind raced to the many nights they had spent together, how had it all come to this? Could she really harm her redhaired angel?
From behind, the sound of a blade piercing yielding flesh was followed by a scream, "ESTHER!" the announcer exclaimed with seeming glee. Theresa's eyes hardened and anger crossed her face, there was no time for sentimentality, it was do or die. Her eyes met Carina's as she rammed the knife down hard into her chest. Carina's head jerked forwards slightly, the look of shock in her former lover's face hurt Theresa, but the deed was done. "CARINA!". The crowd brayed, as Theresa watched Carina's lifeless form fall still on the crate, her arm still draped onto her chest, sliding down slowly.
Pulling her knife out, she realised that Irina must be behind her somewhere. She had barely started to move as she felt a sharp pain in her back and the tip Irina's knife erupted from her chest. Helpless, she looked down as her knife tumbled from her hands, her mouth fell open as the world started to go dark.
"THERESA!"
Esther and Isra navigated the hellish streets of Obsidian Hive, their sleek red bodysuits shimmering under the dim, flickering neon lights. Their mission, cloaked in secrecy, led them through treacherous alleyways where danger lurked in every shadow.
As they patrolled through the graffiti covered streets of the hab-level, chaos erupted. Blazing yellow laser blasts surged from unknown sources, cutting through the air with lethal precision. Isra, caught off guard, absorbed a direct hit to the chest, the impact propelling her backwards. She crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded, under the shelter of a foreboding archway.
Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed her partner's fall. Fear mingled with determination in her piercing gaze as she spotted the attackers positioned on a dilapidated rooftop. Her grip tightened around her weapon, a distinctive blaster, and she retaliated with fierce resolve, the blue light of her weapon's beams shone out.
The battle raged fiercely, each vibrant beam illuminating the darkness, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls and illuminating her and her dying partner. Esther moved with urgency between each shot, the whirring of her blaster charging between each blue laser slicing through the night, each shot a testament to her unwavering bravery. She was granted at least one scream from her foes, she watched a black clad figure fall from the roof. Her situation was dire, but she would not sell her life cheaply.
In spite of Esther's valiant efforts, the fire kept coming. Three scorching yellow laser blasts found their mark, searing through her body and forcing her to stagger backward. Agonizing pain coursed through her veins, intermingling with the cold, unforgiving concrete beneath her, she fell backwards and landed next to Isra, the black scorch marks of their wounds smoking as their life force left them.
As they patrolled through the graffiti covered streets of the hab-level, chaos erupted. Blazing yellow laser blasts surged from unknown sources, cutting through the air with lethal precision. Isra, caught off guard, absorbed a direct hit to the chest, the impact propelling her backwards. She crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded, under the shelter of a foreboding archway.
Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed her partner's fall. Fear mingled with determination in her piercing gaze as she spotted the attackers positioned on a dilapidated rooftop. Her grip tightened around her weapon, a distinctive blaster, and she retaliated with fierce resolve, the blue light of her weapon's beams shone out.
The battle raged fiercely, each vibrant beam illuminating the darkness, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls and illuminating her and her dying partner. Esther moved with urgency between each shot, the whirring of her blaster charging between each blue laser slicing through the night, each shot a testament to her unwavering bravery. She was granted at least one scream from her foes, she watched a black clad figure fall from the roof. Her situation was dire, but she would not sell her life cheaply.
In spite of Esther's valiant efforts, the fire kept coming. Three scorching yellow laser blasts found their mark, searing through her body and forcing her to stagger backward. Agonizing pain coursed through her veins, intermingling with the cold, unforgiving concrete beneath her, she fell backwards and landed next to Isra, the black scorch marks of their wounds smoking as their life force left them.
As Millie walked slowly down the corridor, her gun held close to her body, she passed the spot where two guards had been eliminated last week, a young couple, wiped out without warning by an intruder. It was a risk everyone here took, and the thought excited Millie far more than she dared to admit. Feeling the cold steel of her weapon on her exposed belly, she bit her bottom lip as she imaged their final moments, putting herself into their spot, she blushed a little as she tried to resist the temptation to touch herself on duty. Her final moment would come soon, the lifespan of a guard was unusually short, even by corporation standards, she only hoped she would get to enjoy it.
Her distracted mind didn't register the careful footsteps behind her, the agent wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her tight to his chest, knocking her gun to the floor. As Millie realised what was happening, a mixture of fear and excitement filled her. His grip tightened and she struggled to breathe, as she caught a glimpse of his knife she realised that this was her final moment, there was no escape, her hands clawed at his arms in a futile gesture. She took a moment to savour the feel of his skin on her, his intent was clearly deadly, but at this point she was powerless to do anything more.
A moment later, the knife descended, he forced it into her chest at the top of her right breast and into her lung. She gasped as the pain overwhelmed her, but despite the obvious violence and the arm restricting her breathing, she felt comforted by her assailant's touch and his smooth skin on hers. Her body convulsed, a warmth filled her from below as she came with a shudder, her body granting her one last moment of bliss, before she slumped backwards into him, wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
His target now limp, the intruder lowered her gently, his left hand tracing over her breasts then up her neck to her cheek as he lowered her to the floor. As her eyes started to glaze over, looking straight up at him, her chin in his left hand, right hand supporting her gently, he paused for a moment and admired the beautiful guard as her final moments faded, noticing the dampness of her panties, he leaned down to sneak a parting kiss in the last of her conciousness, before violently and suddenly breaking her neck with a twist, letting her fall lifeless to the floor.
The mission would wait no longer.
Her distracted mind didn't register the careful footsteps behind her, the agent wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her tight to his chest, knocking her gun to the floor. As Millie realised what was happening, a mixture of fear and excitement filled her. His grip tightened and she struggled to breathe, as she caught a glimpse of his knife she realised that this was her final moment, there was no escape, her hands clawed at his arms in a futile gesture. She took a moment to savour the feel of his skin on her, his intent was clearly deadly, but at this point she was powerless to do anything more.
A moment later, the knife descended, he forced it into her chest at the top of her right breast and into her lung. She gasped as the pain overwhelmed her, but despite the obvious violence and the arm restricting her breathing, she felt comforted by her assailant's touch and his smooth skin on hers. Her body convulsed, a warmth filled her from below as she came with a shudder, her body granting her one last moment of bliss, before she slumped backwards into him, wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
His target now limp, the intruder lowered her gently, his left hand tracing over her breasts then up her neck to her cheek as he lowered her to the floor. As her eyes started to glaze over, looking straight up at him, her chin in his left hand, right hand supporting her gently, he paused for a moment and admired the beautiful guard as her final moments faded, noticing the dampness of her panties, he leaned down to sneak a parting kiss in the last of her conciousness, before violently and suddenly breaking her neck with a twist, letting her fall lifeless to the floor.
The mission would wait no longer.
Carina stood in the doorway, her eyes scanning the neon-lit streets below. This was her city, a sprawling metropolis of steel and concrete, a place where technology and humanity clashed in a never-ending dance.
She had grown up here, in the underbelly of the city, where the only law was survival. But Carina was no ordinary street urchin. She had a gift, a talent for hacking that had made her a legend in the dark corners of the net. She had hacked her way into the biggest corporations, stolen their secrets and sold them to the highest bidder. It was a dangerous game, but Carina was a master of the art.
But tonight was different. She wasn't here to steal, but to meet someone. Someone who had contacted her through a secure channel, someone who claimed to have information that could change everything.
She had grown up here, in the underbelly of the city, where the only law was survival. But Carina was no ordinary street urchin. She had a gift, a talent for hacking that had made her a legend in the dark corners of the net. She had hacked her way into the biggest corporations, stolen their secrets and sold them to the highest bidder. It was a dangerous game, but Carina was a master of the art.
But tonight was different. She wasn't here to steal, but to meet someone. Someone who had contacted her through a secure channel, someone who claimed to have information that could change everything.
So, get a henchgirl and a henchman on guard together, force them not to touch each other all day, they're gonna be horny as fuck, so if they get taken out, accidents happen 😅
Inspired by pics from Lesther2014: user/18292115
Inspired by pics from Lesther2014: user/18292115
With Jollypops gasping, her life ebbing away, Karen turned her attention to her companion, as Amelia turned to investigate the gurgling, she was knocked to the floor, as she stood up, Karen restrained her and her knife did it's work....
Rose and I clearly stood no chance, just one for the clean-up crew now, if the intruder doesn't kill them too 😏
She had left a trail of guards in her wake, but now she had nowhere to go and there were just too many of them....
Raiders were becoming an increasing threat, normally they were singletons trying there luck, and easily dealt with, but with every raid came the risk of making a mistake, the Corporation could scarcely afford to lose trained warriors....
As the guards closed in, the options for escape narrowed. Sabrina looked around and to her horror, she saw her partner had finished hotwiring the hover bike, but she wasn't waiting! Sabrina turned to face her fate, she had been left behind....
"Onward!" came the cry from the commander, Hanna, Millie and Iva took the lead, lighting up the dark with their laser pistols, the figures in the dark ducked, dived and panicked. Occasionally a scream confirmed a kill. But as Hanna saw one of the figures fall, her partner fired. Millie shrieked as the laser burned it's way into her and every sense exploded. Hanna fired again, listening to the moans of the now dying Millie, it was forwards or to the floor with burn marks, those were the only options.
Irina took the first shot, sinking to the ground, her hand pulling the mask away from her face. Where had the shot come from? Karen and Laura fired wildly as more shots buzzed, the lasers scorching the walls. The shots were coming from the dark, lighting up the corridor, Karen spotted dark clad figures moving quickly. Moments later, two beams scorched Laura and threw her backwards, one in the belly, one on her breast, the lasers burned and she screamed.... Karen, didn't flinch and blasted one of the figures in the dark, who screamed and fell. At least they would not die for nothing....
Iva, code name X-23, had enough rage insider her that once she was inside the Facility buildings, everyone inside was a valid target. If you had a pass to be inside, you either did awful things or willingly took money from those who do. Either was enough to deserve death.
Millie, Rose and Carina were investigating reports of screams from the cells, probably one of the "patients" getting excited. They stood no chance.
Millie, Rose and Carina were investigating reports of screams from the cells, probably one of the "patients" getting excited. They stood no chance.
As the squad hurried through the door into the abandoned hanger, they knew they had to escape on the waiting transport before the charges went off or they stood no chance. They were nearly home. The guards were waiting for them. "Unnnngh...." grunted Carina as a laser bolt cut through her chest, ending here life nearly instantly. Irina spotted one of the guards and screamed "RETURN FIRE" . Before anyone could fire, the unmistakeable sound of Isra filled her ears "Nnngh....!" as she dropped to her knees. "We're screwed" shouted Irina as she got off a shot in the general direction of the guards, lasers filled the air, hissing when they struck the white walls of the hangar behind her. The door behind them started to close, "It shouldn't do that, we're right here...." she thought, realising that this was their death. "Ahh! O..." moaned Iva as two blasts piereced her chest and threw her backwards, but before Irina could look, she felt the burning sesnation of a blast in her belly, she clutched at the wound, feeling her insides scream, her mouth opened but she couldn't even force a single sound out. She was dying and she knew it. As Irina stood, her brain spending her final moments processing the fact that she had was finished, Lydia blasted away furiously into the cover the guards were using, and Esther screamed profanities in her native language. It would be seconds before they too were dead, but for now they fought on.
I've no idea why anyone would be scared of lil ol' Rose, such a cute little bunny wunny.... This piece was started in 2018, and put down despite being nearly complete. Found it again whilst sorting my files, no idea why I put it down 😮 Just a few tweaks to bring it up to date (including swapping the generic model for Rose) and I think it works!
Rose didn't hear the approaching intruder, as the first blade pierced her back she felt an intense pain, but it wasn't until she looked down after the second blade burst through her chest that she realised she was done for. What had she done wrong? How had the intruder got behind her? Why did she take this job? These were her final coherent thoughts as the pain overwhelmed her and she fell to her knees then the floor, the world turning black.
As Iva held onto the bar, she watched the chaos unfolding below, one target down, one to go.
Isra made it into cover before the shooting started, there was no room for both her and Carina sadly....
As the intruders swarmed toward the command centre, Irina knew she had to hold them off as long as she could, even if her own death was the end result....
Jollypops enjoyed zero gravity during training, targets couldn't get away and floated helplessly. That's a knife that cuts both ways....
Jollypops and me had signed up as a way to get a bit of extra cash, yes the outfits were ridiculous, but nothing ever happened round these parts, wait, what was that noise?
The killer held Laura's lifeless body gently as she removed the blades from her, Sylvie lying next to her as a silent witness...
Sylvie didn't hear the threat until her killer screamed mid jump, by that point there was no escape...
Bit of a cartoony diversion, just any excuse to throw cute troopers with wings into the fray ;-)
I am the rebel
I am the thief
I am religion staring back at me
I am the thunder
I am the rain
I am the lion never to be tamed!
I am the thief
I am religion staring back at me
I am the thunder
I am the rain
I am the lion never to be tamed!
It was a routine patrol, a show of force in the civilian areas of a border world; keep the population from asking why they were paying trillions of credits for clone troopers. It was supposed to be a break from the war that had raged across the galaxy for years, costing millions of clone lives each day. The sun was setting as we entered the entertainment quarter, a high-class area by border world standards. It was early, on a normal night the streets would be filled with revelers soon enough. But not tonight.
*THUUUP* The unmistakable sound of a slug meeting flesh. X225 let out a shrill cry, thrown backwards by the force of the shot. I watched her land in front of us, a neat hole drilled in the center of her chest. We all looked on in horror as the young, pigtailed trooper slid to a stop a full 6ft from where she had been walking. "SNIPER!!" someone shouted. Snapped out of our initial shock, X55 picked X225 up by the armpits and made for an alley by a cinema. The rest of us fired indiscriminately, hoping to give our unseen opponent at least something to worry about.
As we neared the alleyway, we gained our first sight of our opponents. A squad of enemy troopers broke cover from a nearby building, advancing quickly in a loose line, their slug throwers sending high velocity rounds our way. Their speed worked against them as most of their rounds went wide. I returned fire, catching one trooper in the leg and abdomen, before downing another with a double tap to the chest. "Come on, is that the best you can do???" taunted X02 as she laid three of our opponents down with a wild burst, her long blonde hair making swirls around her as she laughed maniacally like a villain from some old gangster movie.
"Into the alley!" commanded X103 as she took up a covered position by the cinema pillars, using her comm chip to call for support. Moving at the speed of X55 and the downed form of X225, we backed towards the alley, our guns barking.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X02 staggered as a burst from our attackers ran across her torso. She seemed to pause for a moment, the shock of the impacts not fully registering, before tumbling sideways to the pavement.
*THUUUP* a round caught me below my right breast, I screamed in pain and fall backwards. As I hit the floor, my first thought is of desperate revenge, with my last reserves of strength I fight through the pain to lift my rifle and fire wildly, I don't know if the screams I can hear are a result of my rounds or not. I hear the thud of X225 dropping to the floor as X55, now exposed, panics and returns fire from a kneeling position. We three survivors fight on, praying that support arrives before the bullets with our names on.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X55 lets out a sharp groan out as a line of slugs walk down her belly, I feel her rifle brush through my hair as her strength collapses and she waits for the bullets that will mark her final moments.
*THUUUP* The unmistakable sound of a slug meeting flesh. X225 let out a shrill cry, thrown backwards by the force of the shot. I watched her land in front of us, a neat hole drilled in the center of her chest. We all looked on in horror as the young, pigtailed trooper slid to a stop a full 6ft from where she had been walking. "SNIPER!!" someone shouted. Snapped out of our initial shock, X55 picked X225 up by the armpits and made for an alley by a cinema. The rest of us fired indiscriminately, hoping to give our unseen opponent at least something to worry about.
As we neared the alleyway, we gained our first sight of our opponents. A squad of enemy troopers broke cover from a nearby building, advancing quickly in a loose line, their slug throwers sending high velocity rounds our way. Their speed worked against them as most of their rounds went wide. I returned fire, catching one trooper in the leg and abdomen, before downing another with a double tap to the chest. "Come on, is that the best you can do???" taunted X02 as she laid three of our opponents down with a wild burst, her long blonde hair making swirls around her as she laughed maniacally like a villain from some old gangster movie.
"Into the alley!" commanded X103 as she took up a covered position by the cinema pillars, using her comm chip to call for support. Moving at the speed of X55 and the downed form of X225, we backed towards the alley, our guns barking.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X02 staggered as a burst from our attackers ran across her torso. She seemed to pause for a moment, the shock of the impacts not fully registering, before tumbling sideways to the pavement.
*THUUUP* a round caught me below my right breast, I screamed in pain and fall backwards. As I hit the floor, my first thought is of desperate revenge, with my last reserves of strength I fight through the pain to lift my rifle and fire wildly, I don't know if the screams I can hear are a result of my rounds or not. I hear the thud of X225 dropping to the floor as X55, now exposed, panics and returns fire from a kneeling position. We three survivors fight on, praying that support arrives before the bullets with our names on.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X55 lets out a sharp groan out as a line of slugs walk down her belly, I feel her rifle brush through my hair as her strength collapses and she waits for the bullets that will mark her final moments.
"I think the noise came from over this way"
"When I find that recruiter, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind, modelling job by ass...."
"Calm down, mind on the job, cover my back and you might survive long enough to meet that recruiter."
"Humph! There weren't even any Doritos..."
"When I find that recruiter, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind, modelling job by ass...."
"Calm down, mind on the job, cover my back and you might survive long enough to meet that recruiter."
"Humph! There weren't even any Doritos..."
"Wait, you mean SHADO isn't a modelling agency?"
"For the last time, what the fuck did you think the weapons training was for?"
"It was only like 5 minutes, I thought she was just being chatty."
"You idiot! Hold on, I heard something...."
"For the last time, what the fuck did you think the weapons training was for?"
"It was only like 5 minutes, I thought she was just being chatty."
"You idiot! Hold on, I heard something...."
