Chapter 4 -- Don't give up on me
*** Present Day, in the staff room of the Draconic Alliance assault craft ***
Plasia and Diego were both sat around a small metal table in the staff room, a single dim blue light lit the room and was currently casting a long shadow behind Plasia due to its angle but her precious sapphire eyes were locked on the male, staring at him with nothing but love and adoration.
"I know I can be difficult sometimes, Diego. I know that. But as long as I'm away from Leech, I should be absolutely fine. I only lose control around her." Plasia seemed confident, reaching out towards Diego's hands across the table, the male softly stroked her skin as she did so.
"You absolutely sure, Plas? This is the last time I'll ask though, we're building this all on trust, right?" The male looked into her eyes with both concern and kindness.
"Completely. As long as you don't give up on me, I'll never give up on you! This'll be fun, it'll be nice to stretch all of our legs together... besides, you're going to look like such a player with two huge Czarites at your side!" A sweet smile spread over her perfect face, her confidence was building with every day they spent together.
"Pfft! I can't say my public image aboard this random ass space station is top priority for me. You ain't wrong though! As long as I get to be in the middle!"
"You'll always be in the middle, sweety boy." Seeth appeared behind him, her seductive voice sending a shiver down both his and Plasia's back, she ran her hands over his neck and ruffled his hair lovingly, taking a little time to appreciate the silky soft nature of his mane. "We're only a few minutes away from landing, Oxyi says the station's security officer wants everyone who wants to go aboard the ship at the dock for a safety brief or something so we should go suit up!"
The trio left together to get dressed as appropriately as they could, appearing along aside Oxyi and Geralt who also intended to board the station for a few hours with Tivy and Trent happy to stay behind on the ship just to keep tabs on things. Soon enough the ship docked and the airlock hissed open, allowing the group to walk aboard the station, coming into a modest sized security room, where three guards were waiting. Two in full riot uniform and a third who was a little more dressed down but still protected with heavy flak gear, the third security guard was a vibrant white female rat with soft rose eyes, she was attractive enough but was currently staring at the suspiciously large Czarites who were far taller than any she'd seen before.
"Welcome aboard Barru X station, I'm security officer Venner. Appreciate your warnings about the freighter, with whom was I speaking to?" The rat addressed the party quite confidently and didn't seem too worried, despite her eyes darting between Seeth and Plasia.
Oxyi stepped forward and held her hand out to shake, which Venner accepted with a brief smile.
"That was me, names Oxyi. We won't be here long, just getting some supplies and then we'll be on our way."
"No problem but I do have to insist upon a safety precaution with your... uh.... Czarites. You said they had some sort of infection?"
"Well yeah but they can't pass it onto you unless you bang 'em. And trust me, they're too busy banging him to want anything to do with you." Oxyi stated the situation pretty casually, gesturing over her shoulder towards the threesome, Diego wasn't exactly a small guy but he was completely dwarfed by the two alien's standing at his sides, with their thighs and hips being larger than his entire torso.
"Be that as it may, I insist on having the Czarites in hazmat gear whilst they are on the station, I've taken the liberty of preparing some gear in those two security rooms over there. Can I ask for their names?"
"Purple one is Seeth, blue one is Plasia." Oxyi's eyes narrowed as she stared at Venner, noting that since she'd said their names, the rat kept glancing at Plasia in an unusual fashion.
Something's wrong. Why does she keep staring at Plasia like that?
"Alright, Seeth if you could go to the one on the left, Plasia the one on the right. Its nothing to invasive or crazy, just some basic gear to ensure the safety of the people on board." As she spoke, Venner felt Oxyi glaring at her. "I-its nothing to be worried about, honestly. Look, your message about the freighter spooked people and the top brass have just asked me to play it safe. I've picked out strider sized stuff for them too so it should all fit properly."
Oxyi went to respond but felt Seeth's hand on her shoulder.
"Its alright Oxyi, me and Plasia can handle ourselves. Venner was it? You wanted me to go to the right hand one?"
"The left! If you would. Plasia on the right, please."
"Of course." Seeth and Plasia strode across the metal plating of the ship, heading to their separate security doors, Venner seemed a little tense but the other guards took no notice and seemed rather relaxed, not even bothering to stay on guard.
"Will there be anything else, Venner?" Oxyi asked, eyes like daggers pointed at Venner.
"Nothing. Your friends will come out in the lobby area, providing you're not contaminated, I'm happy for the rest of you to move around as you please. You can find me on the 5th floor if you have any issues. Enjoy your stay on Barru X!" Venner made sure that Seeth and Plasia stepped through their respective doors before taking her guards and quickly departing, leaving Diego, Oxyi and Geralt standing in the security room together.
"I'm getting suspicious vibes off you Oxyi, what's going on?" Diego lowered his voice to ensure the guards wouldn't hear him but it appeared they'd cleared off already.
"I did not like the way she was eye fucking your girls, Diego. The way she was looking at Plasia, reminds me of sly little fuckers trying to pull a fast one on you, like they're eyeing up your stuff before stealing it."
"Any ideas what she might be up to...?"
"They ain't gonna try and mug 'em, I can say that much, you'd have to be a total slop brain to try and mug an 8ft tall Czarite, the way Seeth walks with those tits of hers, even an idiot knows she's got some serious strength. I don't even think her guards were in on it either, but lets be careful. I also noticed she got strider sized PPE gear for the girls."
"And what does that mean? Seems thoughtful to me." Geralt queried, stretching his arms out idly.
"I didn't tell her shit about Seeth's size prior to landing. How did she know to get the right sized gear for them before we arrived...?"
*** Three days prior, in the hanger of the lost freighter ***
The freighter was once again alive with activity, bodies being dragged away, cargo being counted, the horde was winding down from their attack and busy repairing the damage done. From outside the ship, a tired and still annoyed Moltezz marched up the metal ramp, fire following her every step but the temperature around her was waning rapidly. Atop the ramp, Leech was waiting for her, looking rather pleased with herself and dragging three uncorrupted Czarites in chains, all of whom were glancing around nervously and quivering in fear.
"Finally! We get some luck. How damaged is this ship?" Moltezz huffed, seeing the prisoners behind Leech's toxic form.
"Barely, its all surface damage. I've got the fresh Node's we've acquired working to repair everything. Turns out a lot of the tech team were adaptable and took to the corruption well, we've got a sizeable squad of techie Node's who are putting the 15,000 odd slaves we also got to use. All goes to plan, we can get this ship in the air tomorrow. Think we'll return here...?" Leech remembered the earth shaking explosion that Moltezz erupted from not too long ago.
"About that. During my battle with my prince, I may have caused some severe structural damage to the dungeon. I think your lab is intact but we won't be using it as a base any further."
"Hold up- your prince...? You mean the fat butt lizard?" Leech raised an eyebrow.
"His posterior is rather thick... but yes. I do mean Diego." Moltezz drummed her fingers against her palm as she spoke.
"How did he beat you by the way? I thought he was finished when he ran into you."
"I... he..." Moltezz's face flushed more red than usual and she broke eye contact sharply. "I fell victim to my urges. You know how it is."
"Moltezz... did he get the better of you? I bet he used that thiccy posterior of his too."
"He feigned surrender and caught me off guard. I was initially furious but I can appreciate the play he made and have decided not to take it personally."
Before the conversation could continue, the sound of loud thudding footsteps rang out and "Lamp" arrived behind Leech, plastered with both blood and dripping black goo, coming to a stop next to Leech and looking out over the landing pad.
"Who is this, Leech?" Moltezz tilted her head, taking in "Lamp"'s features.
"Why don't you introduce yourself, La-"
"Ink. I want you to call me Ink, from now on." She nodded towards Moltezz and the two weighed each-other up from their respective places.
"Ink... I like it. Ink, this is Moltezz, she's the one who dealt with those bloody Quill-Belly's and numerous other things. She's on our side so play nice."
"Of course. Anything for you, Leech."
Moltezz looked at Leech, back to Ink and then at Leech again, comparing the two.
