Note: more stories on the way, working on user requests and sequels, hope to post soon!
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Messyboy98
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Megan, an English short woman, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes, climbed from the wreckage of her shuttlecraft. She forced open the escape hatch above her and climbed out onto the hull, quickly noticing it was still extremely hot from re-entry she slid down the side of the craft and onto the dusty desert ground below.
She came to her feet and brushed herself off, trying not to soil her clothes too badly. Megan adorned early 21st century clothing, trainers, light blue jeans, a plain t-shirt and dark blue hoodie. This kept her appearance separate from those who had served under her until very recently.
She looked up towards the sky to see what remained of her ship burning up in the atmosphere, as far as she knew she was the only survivor.
A gentle breeze swept through the canyon she crashed in, blowing a large amount of smoke and plasma from the wreckage into the air and off down the canyon. Megan rose to her feet slowly, she looked around in what little daylight was left, trying to find suitable cover.
She saw what looked like a cave entrance some way up the canyon, gathering herself together, grabbing her survival bag and throwing it over her back.
Megan took one last look at the burning shuttle before heading off up the canyon. Several minutes of hiking later she entered the cave and made her way inside, it quickly began to narrow off suddenly before she found a clearing some meters inside the cave. She set her stuff down and immediately began to gather various rocks.
Once in place she held her hands above them and focused her power, channelling her energy through her body to cause the stones to illuminate, lighting the entire cave comfortably. Megan then yawned, moving back to her stuff and unpacking her survival bag. She lay out a bed roll on the dry dirt floor before laying down to rest.
Megan lay back and thought, mulling over the events that unfolded leading to the destruction of her ship. After what seemed like hours, Megan slowly began to fall asleep.
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In the deep hours of the night, Megan lay fast asleep on her bed roll. Not too far away on one of the high rising walls of the cave, a thick black sludge began oozing from cracks in the wall, slowly dripping down towards the ground where Megan slept peacefully. It oozed across the floor effortlessly, quickly pooling as it dripped off the wall.
Megan began to stir as the Oil oozed closer, drawn to her power like a moth to a brightly burning flame, only a few inches away when Megan sprang upright in alarm, her senses telling her she was in danger.
At that moment the Oil jumped at her, forming dozens of oily tentacles that wrapped tightly around Megan, forcing her back down to the floor. Megan struggled with it furiously as it quickly began covering her entire body, her Slaver senses blaring as she figured out what it was and what it was trying to do.
The long lost Black Oil Component, supposedly one of the only sentient Components in existence, trying to find a new host to possess. It built up around the top and bottom of Megan's jeans, trying to force it's way in.
Megan fought with every ounce of strength in her, channelling her power to stop the Oil getting inside her. She wrestled to get her arms free, trying to reach for her medical kit, hoping she could inject herself with an anti-infection serum. She snarled and grunted in protest as she inched her way closer to the medical kit.
The Black Oil continued building around the top and bottom of her jeans, applying inhuman amounts of pressure to her trousers and body, trying to create a way in. Megan struggled even harder, she could feel that she soon the Oil would overcome her defences.
