Gen waited until she couldn’t take the gee-forces any longer before twitching her exo-hand and starting the crash jel. The progress bar was creeping toward zero, and had just passed the sun symbol. In ten minuets, they’d be hitting the ground, and the natives of this planet wouldn’t know what hit them.
“Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi,” came over the com link.
The other girls were trying to pump themselves up. They all knew how important a find this planet was, and the attack lords had only given them three days.
“Just think of it, girls, a planet full of free range men. We’ll be rich!”
Three days. Millions of unguarded men, and only three days. Why couldn’t they have found this planet sooner? Before they had space travel, planetary defense, nukes and missiles? They could have taken their time and rounded up every one of those hairy little critters. Too late. They discovered them too late. They were too advanced. They had to hit and run, and be hightailing it off this rock in three days.
Even the crash jel couldn’t keep her from getting the wind knocked out of her when they hit the denser part of the atmosphere. Outside her cocoon, the attack ship was giving its life to shed velocity. Each layer of the ships skin was slogging off, turning molten before vaporizing, and shedding speed with every fused atom.
The natives would be looking up at the sky now, marveling at the sheets of fire as fifty attack ships became five hundred pods, with a scavenger girl in every one.
“Web in ten…nine…eight…seven…” the web would deploy at zero, and they’d hit the ground at plus ten.
Her pod shattered on impact, shedding enough inertia in its destruction to only draw an ‘oof’ from Gen as her exo-suit absorbed most of what was left. Gen scanned for threats, as the debris sizzled around her, but the web had done its job.
“They’re all over the place,” an excited voice cried.
“I’ve got two already.”
Some kind of car was screeching back and forth in the web. It was metal, but the metal was paper-thin. Gen ripped the entire top off with a single swipe of her top claw, and cursed when she saw the two inside.
“Shit! Females.”
She hit gold in the next car, two young, healthy males. She ran for the next car as she stuffed them into her bag.
“Come quick. I’ve found some kind of holding pen. Biggest thing I’ve ever seen. I have thousands of them here, no tens of thousands. They’re running all over the place. I can’t catch them all by myself!
Orders were coming in fast. Huge mobs of men were concentrated along the beach. Three huge pens had been discovered, each with over ten thousand. Bags were piling up, and every one of them was dangerously over stuffed.
“Watch out, some of the males are armed.”
“The males?”
“Yes, the males! They’re just pellet guns, but they pack a hell of a punch. I’ll bet they’re leaving dents all over my suit,” Yanik said.
“Take the damn things away from them before they hit something,” Gen said.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Yanik said. “Oh no, oh hell.”
“What is it?”
“They hit something, alarms all over the place. Wait, let me see.”
Gen checked her OHV screen, and started heading for Yanik’s position.
“They got my hydraulics, I can’t control anything, I’m going down, I’m going down on my back. Help! Somebody help me. They’re climbing all over my suit and they have those pellet guns.”
“Close your emergency shield. I’m coming as fast as I can, but I’m two clicks away,” Gen said, checking her OHV. No one else was even close.
“I can’t! Nothing works! For Gods sake hurry, they’ve found the latch! It’s opening! Heeelp!”
Gen damped all her governors and pushed her exo beyond its specs as Yanik’s screams echoed in her ears. She was crying for Yanik to hold on, but she knew she wouldn’t get there in time.
Bill let go with a blood curdling rebel yell when the cop’s shotgun blast sent the metal monster crashing to the ground. Half the guys tore into the thing, making sure it would never get up again, the other half started hacking at the huge sack full of captured men. They weren’t having much luck with the sack, but Bill had spotted a latch, and the metal monster was opening.
“Kill that mother fucker.”
“What is it?’
Bill froze when he saw the alien invader. It was a girl. A damn good-looking girl. She was franticly getting her arms out of the machines control straps, with her big blue eyes staring up at him with terror.
“Come on, you,” Bill said gruffly, reaching down his hand.
She squealed, spun around, and finding nowhere to hide, covered her head with her hands. Bill was treated to a perfect view of a perfect ass, with a perfectly hairless pussy right below.
“Would you look at that,” a guy said over Bill’s shoulder.
Bill didn’t need the suggestion. He was looking at the most flawless piece of tail he’d ever seen. The pucker of her ass hole looked more like a tan line than a little brown round. A single, thin line broke the puffy crescent of her pussy, and there wasn’t a hint of a blemish, or even a hair, anywhere.
