"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME JAMES. TEAR MY PUSSY UP."
"I'm trying. Stop making me deaf." Elder James Ian Pryce, age almost 33 in an hour plus wheezes as Sophia Ridge rides his beast. He knew his life was almost over. At least Orin Ridge couldn't sacrifice him in the Tempora Grotto. His biggest worry now was how Orin would abuse his younger self a few rooms away.
"I never knew you had it in you Punk." Sophia slaps his chest leaning over him as her hips gyrate. It had been a long time since Sophia had sex last. Long before their crash in Pangaea. It was time to save the world and come out on top.
"Me neither. Please don't stop. Take me out of this world seeing those titties bounce."
"Damn straight, Sweet talker." She grins at him as his arms rise up to pull her over him. To her shock he dragged her into an embrace and kissed her. Not in her plan but okay. She melted into him and enjoyed his lips more than she could have imagined. All was Heaven until she accidently caressed his cheek with her palm. Wrong palm. The solo Tyrant Tear didn't hurt him intentionally. It did sting and leave a burning sensation.
"OWWWWWWWWW!"
Gritting her teeth she presses her forehead against his. Eyes staring deeply. Her heart was racing under the conditions. Their lives were in jeopardy yet she knew Orin Ridge couldn't use him anymore. In her mind killing two birds with one stone. Who cares if it was her Great Grandfather she was pissing off. She knew he was bad news. Treating her Mom badly topped it all off in her mind.
Speaking of minds...
Rooms away Orin Ridge stood in shock as young James Ian who had eavesdropped in on his older self and Sophia's random sexual encounter. Their telepathic bond growing he heard every single moan. In a strange way he could even feel their activity. While not having sex himself. At least his 15 year old version. After being discovered jerking off James tried to hide himself and his actions. Although it was a certainty that he wanted to do it a second time. The situation would not warrant it.
"Put that thing away. NOW! I thought I told you to restrain him like his Older self. Morons!" Orin bellowed, his face beet red by the activity unfolding. In a rage Orin turns to the Hordakian Commander G'Ort, "Lock this room down while I deal with the Elder and my Granddaughter. I have had enough. This loss will not ruin my future."
G'Ort orders three soldiers inside the room to surround the boy. James could only swallow and wish he could wash his hands. For now he had to live with it. He thought about making a three little pigs reference but knew that might be pushing his luck. Instead he chose to close his eyes and explore this newfound telepathic ability.
Barging out Orin Ridge tapped his headset, "Zor'Bakk! Have you found the pregnant Colonel yet? REPORT!" Tedious seconds elapse before the old man narrows his eyes. Looking back at James he found it curious how calm the boy was under the circumstances. Turning he returns to the boy, "You're communicating with someone aren't you?"
James with his eyes still sealed merely shakes his head no. It was obvious he was listening but his expression didn't focus on sending out his own words. Orin Ridge had spent a lifetime learning to be a human lie detector. As a part of Majestic 12 long before REGION he fine tuned many such talents. Some of which his current age kept at bay. Finally, after no further report from Zor'Bakk on the surface he steps from the room to find Harpea had returned.
"Orin? Time is precious. The hybrids have escaped us into the waters leading below. The grottos have gone untouched outside of Science Officer T'Ule testing the grottos for vibrational activity."
"Make certain he does not look into the grotto. Only my reflection must be seen. Is that clear?"
"As clear as the other thousand times you dictated that command. T'Ule wears a visor and protective uniform so as not to contaminate. The same goes for the Hordakians. They keep their distance."
"Good. Where the hell is Zor'Bakk? With the Anomaly no longer sacred that only leaves the boy. If that Colonel is carrying this boy as a baby I want to cut it out of her as a failsafe." He winces as he peers toward the blocked room sheathed by the Jellyfish hybrid known as Jello Shot. Shaking his head he growls, "What you Ganthorians see in these gene splicing tests I'll never know."
"If not for our testing you yourself would not exist on our Home world."
"Yes. But, I'm pure on your Home world. Not mixed with ten different species. What were you thinking mixing in Tyrant Tears on that Blob there?"
"Tyrant Tears are a rarity in life Orin. They are not just carnivorous in nature they are quite intelligent. Whereas Earth's Jellyfish is mindless and only exists. Introducing brain patterns of a human has conceived..."
"An abomination. Cut to the chase. Use Sonics on that creature and be done with it."
"To do so risks killing all those in the room. My Scientists do not deserve that type of fate. Nor your Granddaughter. Surely, you must want her safe."
"She destroyed my virgin Anomaly. What my Grandson created can be recreated once I go through the Tempora and see God's reflection alongside my own. What the future holds then will be up to me."
"Godhood. Admit it Orin. You seek Godhood. We do not even know this will work. My people only wish to understand the God genome. If anything all you might achieve is immortality. At your current age is it worth it?"
"Enough Harpea. You swore your loyalty to me. You broke your own civilizations code just to be here. This is almost over. Do not turn on me now."
"Of course not." She stares with dedication.
"Now! Sonic that bastard."
Before a Hordakian could prime his Sonic blaster a loud cry was heard. Something that echoed through the hull of the ship. Almost as if a Sonic cry of its own. Rather fishlike in tone and pitch.
"What was that?" Orin stirs as his headset erupts with a Hordakian report.
"A beast emerged from the waters. It is huge. An Earth Whale."
"So kill it."
"We are firing upon it Orin. Our guns fail to harm it. It is like its body rejects it. One more thing Orin. It just threw the body of Zor'Bakk against the ships exterior. Quite dead Sir."
"Oh for cripes sake. Break out some heavy artillery if you need too. Nothing must prevent this. I only get one shot at this."
"Not true Orin. We can always return again and keep repeating this until you get it right." Harpea corrects him.
"At my age? We get it right the first fucking time. Now kill that hybrid."
"It is not one of ours. It must have been from the X'Hal up above us."
"See me caring? I said kill it Dammit."
"As you wish." G'Ort chimes in, "Unload the Tachyon Destroyer."
Outside, the Hordakian forces were engaged in a bit of hand to hand combat with Oophalah. The hybrid Killer Whale stood his ground and merely brushed warriors aside. One unfortunate soldier got entirely too close and the humanoid Orca devoured him and spit his legs toward his fellow combatants. That created a stir.
Dozens of Hordakians poured down the ramp from the bowels of the Ganthorian craft. Finally a large soldier carried down the big gun, the Tachyon Destroyer. It looked menacing indeed. Like a cannon with teeth in the middle resembling the mouth of a lamprey. As it charged up Oophalah crept from the waters edge and stalked toward the garrison. He was foreboding and fearless. Behind him followed Tyrakuus and to everyone's surprise the more recent additions to the hybrid elite. The Stingray and the Remora returned to back him up. Troops divided by their assault. Barbed stinger impaling a soldier. The Remora leaping up on another's back and attached herself to his flesh. Chunks of his hide were ripped out in her feeding frenzy.
High above the battle Elle Franklin, Cameron Scott, Malcolm Brand, Greta Winston, and the Roman Centurion Antonaeous Gaicazar watched. Any form of strategy shot to hell by Oophalah's sudden surge toward the ship.
