The Roads We Take

[Lynxy]

Well, that is plenty of information for now. It's time to go before this turns into a mess. Sirpa pulls the cord and lets it retract as she quickly searches for the best way down to the floor where she'll have a better chance of hiding or escaping. She lamented that she'd been so focused on tonight that she hadn't taken every precaution right now, and tried to get a signal out to the phone she'd left behind to see if she could get a glimpse of the room above. It wasn't terribly likely with who knows how much material between herself and the phone, but she had forgotten to even try before now. She rearranged some files for easier access next time so that wouldn't happen again.

[devilbird]

"It's wonderful! I can't believe I've been missing out on this. I want more!" she exclaimed, wishing the universe could have heard her.

Tik-Tik was now completely enthralled by the feeling of sex. She released all of her pent up urges on the men as the gangbang continued. Her hips bounced faster on Blood Eye's cock, trying to wring every last drop out of his balls. Her legs and lower arms wrapped around Bramocles, refusing to let him go until her stomach was engorged with his seed. Not content with the speed Nolan was going, she used her upper hands to jack him off faster. Tik-Tik opened her mouth and impatiently awaited a fresh coat of cum to adorn her face. Zen taking photos of her decent into pure cum-sluttery only served to turn her on more.

[TheUnknown]

Tik-Tik

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They all eagerly take the hints that you had given them. Blood Eye smacks your ass and grinds you around on his member thrusting himself into you faster and harder. Nolan beats your face up with his cock before you start jacking him off feeling his shaft begin to throb in your not so novice hands. Bramocles fucks you even harder beating up your womb and stretching your pussy to the limits. "Tell us who you are Tik-Tik" Zen ask still taking more and more photos of your brutal treatment at the hands of the lust crazed men.

Sirpa

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Checking the line you are unable to reach any signal from the phone above as you expected. Looking around the area you see a set of stairs on your left that lead down from the catwalk and onto the assembly floor below. Exiting from the stairs you find that you could try to hide in the ships hull, a mere distance from where you are now, or try to make for a service exit on the other side of the floor. Either way you need to act quick as you can hear the footsteps drawing closer from the stairwell.

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enter the third player into the fold Riya Maev
Name: Riya Maev
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:

Biography:
Riya was born on the planet Qubilah, deep within the Rusmane Compact. Growing up as a young girl in a female-dominated society made daily life rather easy. Riya enjoyed sports and intramurals much more than study or art and developed quite a lean physique at an early age. Her love of physical activity stuck with her through her school years, where she earned mostly mediocre remarks. Her mother, who was a doctor, looked down on Riya for her lack of success in school. It wasn't like she had given up or was skipping class, she just couldn't perform on the same level as some of the other students. Straight out of school Riya joined the Rusmane Explorer Core, eager to see what else the galaxy had to offer. Her scores on the entrance exam were a bit lacking and she failed to qualify for some of the more exciting regiments of the core, and had to sign on with some extraordinarily lackluster assignments. But before she was shipped away into the great unknown she took part in mandatory explorer training. It was basic stuff really, some self-defense moves, the operation of standard rifles and pistols, a few first aid techniques, nothing crazy. Her time in core afforded her the ability to visit a handful of worlds outside of the Compact, and also subjected her to patriarchal persuasion shared by a large portion of the galaxy. Riya's nimbleness and inquisitive nature were gifts from birth, but they regularly honed while on excursions with the core. She became quite practiced at hiding and moving silently, often into places that she didn't belong. She was unlucky enough on one of these occasions to wander upon a group of zealots chanting and performing some ritual. She had gotten far too close and, after being roughly man-handled, found herself laid across a thick stone slab. She tried to shake and squirm but dozens of grubby hands kept her in place. Riya screamed when she saw one of them produce a knife, she thought her life was over, but screamed again when she watched the man holding it slice wide gashes in both his arms. Soon more knives were pulled from under tattered robes and a crimson tide covered her vision. Some time later she awoke, still covered in blood, with runes etched into her skin. It took her days before she could speak to anyone, and when she finally did, her commanding officer recommended permanent leave from the core. She spent the next few years following dead-end leads on the mysterious ritual she was part of, and eventually discovered some of the long lasting effects it had on her. With home just as far away as the next rock, she decided to push forward and find out was really going on with her. She knew the best scientists and researchers were in the southwestern edge of the galaxy, she figured that if anyone knew what was wrong with her, then it was certainly them.
Combat Class: Magic
Inventory: Armored Undersuit, Collapsable Sheild, Monoblade (1d8+1)[Dexterity Compatable], 2x Monofilament Daggers (1d6+1), 1000 gold
Hastily scrawled research notes, satchel
Stats/Perks:
STR 10+(0)
DEX 16 +(3)
CON 10 +(0)
INT 10 +(0)
WIS 14 +(2)
CHA 10 +(0)

Riya Maev

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You awake on the star ship "The Trident" a research vessel that had went missing in the center of the southeast while on the way back from a expedition to remote worlds in Promethean Space. You had heard about the lead from a friend and were able to acquire a small ship to get you onto the wreckage. Unfortunately when you landed you were attacked by strange creatures that seemed reanimated in nature. Looking back on the incident you believe that they were once the crew of the vessel and whatever they had found caused this. Things seemed grim for you when they had you cornered, but once again the strange markings that brand you got you out of a tight bind. In the past when they have activated you black out afterwards this no time different.

You awake in what you can only assume use to be one of the quarters on the ship. The door is tightly sealed and you notice a note on the wall possibly something you left yourself before blacking out. Getting your bearings together you notice that you somehow lost your clothes and you can't find your normal weapons either. With any luck the note will help you piece together your current situation.

[devilbird]

She wished she could express like they could how good everything felt. How her whorish moans would echo through the studio if she could. Zen kept encouraging her to admit to her slutty nature, and Tik-Tik if she was only taking photos anymore. She thought of Zen filming the gangbang, only to get off to it again later. The Thri-Kreen slut wanted it to be true more than anything. Then again, maybe Zen wanted her to say it because she wanted Tik-Tik to further embrace her sex addicted nature. That in some way, Zen training her to become her own personal sex slave. Tik-Tik would be forced to fulfill any and all perverted desires that the mercenary came up with during their travels, and she would follow her orders gladly. The lusty bounty hunter's imagination went wild as she continued to try and fuck the men senseless. Each dirty thought doing more to send her over the edge.

"I'm Tik-Tik, and I'm your fuck happy whore. You can fuck me raw anytime. Ah!" she exclaimed right before she came.

[TheUnknown]

Zen continued to photograph the scene and soon things went white once again. Nolan let loose a thick blast of cum splattering your face and sending waves down your throat. Blood Eye's jagged cock tensed up and blasted your ass full of his tight see still grinding you down against him and making you feel his jagged edges as he filled your ass up. After stretching you out once again and beating your womb up Bramocles burst and filled your pussy with his seed. This blast was far more violent than the past and sent waves throughout your body and making your lower torso swell out a bit from the sheer amount of cum it held. "So Tik-Tik how was your first gangbang? Enjoy being used and abused?" Zen asked rubbing at your clit some and getting a dab of cum. She pulled your faces towards yours and made out with you for a moment while showering you both in more of Nolan's cum. She pulled back and waited for an answer getting some photos of you in your cum drenched state.

[lilbooth]

Riya awoke freezing, gasping for breath in the sleek steel hull. It had been some time since she had to surrender control to the runes. But she never remembered leaving her belongings behind when she did. At least she was alive, and the seals seemed secure, so the life support system was still functioning. She stood up and shivered her way over to the wall with the strange note. She inched closed carefully, checking around the area of the note for evidence of foul intentions. Considering the note and herself were the only things out of place on the ship, it was likely it was some sort of trap. But considering she was already trapped inside this ship with no clothing or any of her gear, the note did seem innocent.

[devilbird]

Tik-Tik's toes curled from the force of the two loads blasting her insides. Her energy was finally spent, and she could no longer continue. That didn't stop her from trying though, as she weakly kept moving her hips for more pleasure. Finally she had to concede and simply rest. At the very least, she refused to get up and let their seed spill to the ground just yet. Tik-Tik stretched her arms out to her sides and let Nolan's cum shower her, while greedily gulping down any that was fortunate enough to land in her mouth. She couldn't reply to Zen right away, as she was panting too heavily. While Zen continued to take shots of her, Tik-Tik looked down to see her distended belly. Gone was her lithe figure, only to be replaced with one that looked like it was pregnant. She rubbed affectionately at the bulge while Nolan shot his last few spurts at her. It was only when Nolan was spent and Zen was finished taking photos that Tik-Tik had caught her breath enough to speak.

"This has easily been one of the best experiences of my life," she said as she basked in the afterglow, "I think you lot got me addicted to sex, because I could do this forever."

[TheUnknown]

Tik-Tik

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"Mmm good to know" Zen says affectionately licking some cum off of your lips. Zen puts the camera down and has them take you over to the couch where you can rest some. "Not much time left in the night so seems you might get some rest" Zen says eagerly waging her tail back and forth. "Feel like starting after that job tomorrow?" She ask with a grin knowing that it will mean spending some time alone with you and no telling where it might take the two of you. The men seem rather tired as well having expunged load after load for you and Zen. Even mister Fuquoy seems to have had enough ale for the night and is fast asleep on the counter.

Riya Maev

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Examining the note you see several of the signs you've used in the past to leave yourself a message. One of the runes drawn backwards, a closely guarded fact about yourself, and a small symbol you've dedicated to memory of a crossed sword, arrow, and wand. Everything seems genuine so you check the note further. It reads "You've probably just woken up after letting the runes take over again right? Things are grim, but there is hope. Currently the ship you used to get here is out of fuel, but there is more in the storage area. There is also a fragment of the ship's log on a nearby terminal." the note says referencing the terminal on the desk against the wall "The rest of the log is stored on the ship's main command terminal in the bridge. Probably wondering about your clothes right? Well by the time I took over those things had already ripped them off. They're still in the hanger with your weapons. Good luck you from yourself" the note concludes. Stuck on a ship full of strange creatures that probably want to rape you just because you're curious about leads. Sounds about right. No telling how you should start about getting off this space wreck though a look around the room might be a good place to start.

[devilbird]

Tik-Tik tries to resist, as she has plenty more ideas of things she wants pictures of. At the very least, she wanted one more shot of everyone huddled together. All of them basking in the afterglow as the cum stained messes that they are. But her fatigue is too great. They carry her to the couch with ease, leaving a couple of cum trails as fluid leaks out of her ravaged cunt and ass. She muttered an apology about the couch, too doused to feel the jizz stains from one of Zen's romps earlier that night. She could only give a weak nod in reply to the panther's question. She had no idea how the woman still had so much energy. Finally, she held her arms outstretched in an invitation. Tik-Tik was hoping to cuddle up to Zen the rest of the night. Unfortunately, her exhaustion finally took it's toll, and she promptly drifted off to sleep.

[TheUnknown]

Drifting off to sleep you find your dreams filled with lucid thoughts of being a sex icon the galaxy over. Tik-Tik a fierce bounty hunter and even fiercer lover. People all around looking at you and wishing that they could even have a shot with you and all of your great sex appeal. Zen is there as well watching your back and helping you get down and dirty. Fighting loads of enemies together and taking even more loads together. Eventually you awake to what you can only assume is morning. You can smell freshly cooking meat on a stove and hear some quaint chanter among those who have already returned to the land of the living. Looking about you notice Zen curled up against you cuddling you the whole night. You feel a lot less sore than you expected and see that your stomach's swelling went down a bit though some of that possibly attributed to the dried trails of cum across Zen's face. You hear her yawn and blink her eyes a few times before looking up at you. "Hey there sexy get a good nights sleep after getting fucked so brutally?" she asked with a tease in her voice as she gently caressed your body.

[lilbooth]

As if the place she found herself in wasn't bad enough, now her mind didn't seem to be entirely her own. It was a thought that scared her more than the freezing expanse of space, and more than the strange creatures she could barely remember. She lifted the note from the wall and gently pulled it toward herself, folding it as it transversed the empty air between them. With no pockets or pouches to store the note, she tucked it between her lips. And no, not those lips, the ones above the above waistline. She turned rather rapidly and glanced over to the terminal extruding from the wall. Riya was a creature of efficiency. Her relatively new abilities did mean she was more efficient than she used to be, but she was still no rival for a machine. She knew that technology was clean, precise, and more often than not, quick. Unfortunately for Riya, she found computers terribly complicated. If not for over- engineered UI's then Riya would have given up on then ages ago. She hesitantly reached out to touch the terminal, hoping some external stimulus would kick in some backlighting or illumination. If a simple touch didn't bring about a response then she would look for some peripherals to enter some input. If she managed to gain access, the best she could do was blindly search around the thing. She was by no means dumb, and could easily follow a logical process, but her usually use of a computer was to pay for fuel or a parking space. If it was an auditory log she would listen while she crept around the room, if it was just a text log then she would read before she did her physical investigation. First up were probable exists from the current room, then some sort of makeshift weapon, anything was better than her fists. Some stripped cables made a painful and effective whip, and while some big heavy piece of steel wasn't her style, she wouldn't pass it up. If she managed to lie here naked for an indefinite amount of time without disruption then taking her time to thoroughly look around seemed to pale in comparison.

[TheUnknown]

The terminal lights up with a faint green light as you touch the control board. Green text comes across the otherwise black background. It appears to be a fragment of the ship's log detailing what happened to the vessel and her crew. "Day 100, we successfully acquired the target and are moving back to base. Some of the crew report a strange sickness overcoming them. We've isolated a few in quarantine for further inspection. Our lead scientist believes it is related to the artifact that we found, but most of the crew have their doubts" the brief log of the crew member ends there. There seem to be a few other entries, but none of them offer anymore light just the progressing decay of things before these infected crew members overran the ship and caused it to get scuttled in an asteroid shower. Looking around the room you are able to find that there is a door to nearby that links to other quarters. You also see an open air duct panel above you and from the looks of it you could traverse the ship through the network. The rest of the room doesn't hold much simply the blanket that was on the bed, some fragments of cloth. A further inspection of a footlocker and nearby dresser reveal an ammo belt and a small revolver. Together the two have roughly twenty rounds. You also manage to find some boots so you don't have to go about any hazardous environments barefoot. There could be more loot in the other quarters, but there may also be the infected or other creatures that have made the ship their home.

[devilbird]

Tik-Tik dreamed about her potential double-life. Her and Zen catching the bad guys, then filming their next movie back at the ship. Pin-ups of her would decorate the walls of every college dorm, military barracks and men's locker room spanning the stars. Her reputation would proceed her wherever she went, if not one than the other. She looked forward to fans coming up to her, telling her how often they got off to the sight of her body. She'd even be willing to give them private auditions to be in her next smut film. The bad guys would fear her unparalleled accuracy with her pistols. Either that or they would come crawling to Zen and her, a lifetime in prison being a small price to pay for a night with the two sex goddesses. She would even be a pioneer, ushering her people into an age of inter-species sex. Her kind would be known as the sexiest species alive, all thanks to her. And it would finally put all those god awful rumors to rest.

Tik-Tik slowly roused from her wet dream thanks to the smell of food cooking. She has never felt more famished than she did right then. All the cum on her body had dried since last night but, because of her exoskeleton, Tik-Tik wouldn't even have noticed if not for the smell fighting the scent of cooked meat for the attention of her senses. The haze of sleep lifting from her, she remembered in shock all of the things she had done the night before. This time yesterday, she would have been happy just receiving a warm embrace. She never could have imagined something like last night. Her body still ached a bit from all the abuse, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she was expecting. Maybe her body really was made for this kind of lifestyle.

She looked down to see Zen nestled in her arms. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread within her. No, wait... that was just a couple of Zen's fingers buried dormant in her cunt. She guessed Zen had some more fun with her after she passed out. Her new kitten started to move as she drifted awake. Zen looked up at her and spoke, teasing with her words but soothing with her touch. The sexy merc's skilled hands drifted up and down Tik-Tik's body, sending pleasant shivers down her back. She knew that this cat truly owned her at this point.

"I don't think I've ever slept heavier," she replied while gently petting her new partner, "We should keep this in mind if either of us ever have trouble sleeping."

[TheUnknown]

"Sounds like a plan" she says giving you a brief and passionate kiss. "Not sure about you, but I'm hungry though so we should probably eat" Zen says yawning and stretching about a bit. If you bother looking up you'll see the odd sight of Blood Eye and Bramocles cooking the meal with mister Fuquoy directing them. "Morning girls breakfast is ready come get some while it is hot" he said warmly waving you both over. It almost seemed funny to think of the Lacertilian and the cyclops in a chef's hat and having matching aprons. "Another fun dear here out in space. At least I think it's day" Fuquoy said reminded of the difficulty of keeping track of time in the void of space.

[lilbooth]

Riya slipped on the boots and took a few steps to ensure they weren't obnoxiously loud. Some of the synthetic plastics that became commonplace in clothing were hard and tactile, producing satisfying clicks as they shifted across the floor. These, however, seemed soft enough to not disturb her usual delicate form of movement. One of the boots took the responsibility of carrying her note and the other the revolver. Guns were loud, especially revolvers, all the extra air space between the cylinder and barrel made them impossible to quite. The ammo belt was an added bonus, carrying around handfuls of bullets was painstakingly difficult, and though the belt felt especially cold against her bare waist, but she could at least hang a few useful things from it. Keeping her hands free was sort of imperative in this sort of situation, and as long as she wasn't lying down, she could easily retrieve the revolver to defend herself. She wasn't particularly keen on sliding along the vents just yet so she decided to carefully make her way to the other quarters. Most spaceship engineers were fond of sliding or rising doors, which were automatically activated. Some did prefer the old school ship doors with heavy cracking wheels. Both options made sneaking very difficult, but she did her best regardless.

[devilbird]

The starving Thri-Kreen agreed and got up with her to go get food. Seeing how much Fuquoy loved food, she was excited to see what he could cook. She couldn't help but gawk at Blood Eye and Bramocles. This was the real picture Nolan needed for his calendar.

[TheUnknown]

Tik-Tik

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"Dig in girls" Fuquoy says inhaling a good glug from his stein. Before you is a great assortment of finally cooked meat, eggs, toast, and some surprisingly tangy fruit juice. After the night you had it was time to indulge in a different kind of sin, gluttony.

Riya Maev

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Moving toward the other quarters you trigger the door and wait out of sight. When you are certain that anything inside would have already moved you make your way up into a much larger quarter. The room appears bare at first, but you find that everything here simple retracts into the wall. shelves, storage units, and even the bed all compact into the wall. Looking around the room you hear a faint beating noise coming from behind a nearby door. It doesn't seem like one of the ones leading to another quarter so it seems safe to assume it's either a closet or a bathroom. Either way the faint beat is constant and you hear strange groaning noises. You could keep investigating the room for loot though if one of the creatures is back there and restrained now would be a good chance to see just what exactly you are up against.

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Enter the forth character of the story, Derek Robinson Friday
Name: Derek Robinson Friday
Race: Promethean
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Derek is what some would call attractive.. for a human. Short messy brown hair, steel grey eyes and a clean shaven face that typically wears an expression of mild amusement. His wardrobe is typically clean, and to a knowledgeable observer; tailored and of higher quality fabrics found in Barnova. Over his clothing he wears his favorite dark red duster that is worn but well taken care of.

Biography:

Derek, 'Call me Friday', was raised not knowing his parents after an attack in the inky black of space took the lives of his parents. Named and raised by humans since infancy Derek has no way of knowing he was born a Promethean. He lived well and even ended up with a decent job in Barnova, but such a life couldn't last if he wanted to keep any shred of dignity. Dealing with the cartels that ruled the business-world was becoming too dangerous and degrading, so Friday chose to take his destiny into his own hands.

Quietly liquidating his assets he invested in a small freighter and payed some friendly techies he knew at the time to modify it. With this fast and nimble vessel, named 'The Last Chance' because he couldn't think up a better name for it, he slowly carves out his career as an intergalactic smuggler. He accepts jobs smuggling goods to avoid taxes and trade blockades, legal transport of goods if the profit is decent(or if there aren't other jobs available) and passengers who either can't afford/use legal transport or just need to get somewhere quickly.

And if the passenger happens to be an attractive female he might politely offer her another way to pay for the trip.

Combat Class: Magic

Inventory:
Standard sidearm(never used, it's for looks)
Wand(tucked away in a wrist holster)
1000 Gold
Stats/Perks:
STR 10 +(0)
DEX 11 +(0)
CON 10 +(0)
INT 15 +(3)
WIS 11 +(0)
CHA 13 +(1)

Derek Robinson Friday

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Tired of having to deal with the cutthroat cartels native to your space you decide to move to the southeast a realm of freedom and endless possibility. You take your ship and all your belongings with you in the hopes of becoming a successful and respected smuggler. Though your ship is fast and nimble to avoid conflict you yourself are no stranger to violence. You are uncertain what adventures await you or who you may meet in your journeys, but you know one thing for certain. The road that you walk is one of your own choosing.

It seems like just another day to you. You woke up, got dressed, ate, showered, and went to your usual arms deal. Things seem off when you get there as the usual guys are out and here you see hulking brutes toting around heavy deployed machine blasters, hardly a welcoming site. Then some new guy in a suit crashes the scene and tells you that the trade you know belongs to him now and he has some changes to make or else you'll be on a one way ticket out. Needless to say things don't get better when your old client shows up and challenges the new guy and his men to a brawl. Somehow you are caught in between these two warring sides. Neither seem to focus much on you, but that might change when you go for the guns and the money.

Blast fire is everywhere. You can barely hear yourself think over the frantic sound of reloading, advancing, injury, and death. Across the crowded room you see it the jackpot. The gold for the deal and a case of new Crimson Tide assault rifles with fire jet ammo. Someone throws down a smoke grenade and you see your chance to leap into action.

[ZeroParadox]

"Ah, Lady Luck I love you, too.", Friday will say softly before hatching a plan. Using simple spellwork and cantrips he'll cast additional spells that will add to the chaos. Oil slicks, extra smoke and odd sounds if they are within his abilities. After the chaos is hopefully turned up to 11 he'll make a dash for the gold, securing it as hastily as possible. And if he can.... yeah, he'll take the guns, too, before leaving the scene as quickly, quietly and with as much dignity as he can muster.

[TheUnknown]

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magic 18

You manage to send a blast from your wand which bounces around the room and hits one of the two brutes heavy machine blasters. It sparks before firing at an increased rate creating an effective cover for you to sneak past one side of the brawl. The other is still obscured by the bulk of the smoke. A simple dash through fire and certain death and the briefcase of gold is yours.

[ZeroParadox]

Using his want Friday will attempt to create a sheet of ice in the hopes of taming the fire and making a slippery surface to slide upon.

Should that fail: he'll hope Lady Luck still smiles upon him before making a leap of faith over the fires towards fortune and weaponry(the gold and the guns).