Through the Gate (jondude)

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You struggle to stand up straight as your knees nearly give out from under you as you try to stand. Switching them on only makes it harder as the intense pleasure of the suction makes you tremble. Soon, the machine is filling with milk and you notice a line is forming up behind you. The three other women seem to be waiting on you, although Larena seems to have simply magicked the issue away for herself. A snicker escapes the demigoddess as she heads out to go find some breakfast.

The group of you is soon laying about, trying to resist the urge to have an orgy in the back of the vehicle. You're sure that at least one of the techs installed some kind of camera that would record that. Or you know you would, and a thrill chases through you at the thought of getting caught like that.

[jondude]

"Gahmphh!~", Crysta says at first when the machine starts up, aggressively tugging on her sensitive nipples and creating a seal as they were sucked into the cups. She quickly silences herself by clapping a hand over her mouth and screwing her eyes shut to give her a moment to get used to the sensation of the machine sucking on her teats, but it's quite hard to do. Eventually though she manages to get a grip on her voice, but the pleasure comes in just as strong as ever, making it her legs quite wobbly... so she sits down! Besides, couldn't really stand with the middle area covered by the slide out cot anyway.

And so she sits, lips pursed as she stared down at the machine doing it's work. She watches as her nipples get tugged into the cup a little further with each cycle of the pump, only to recede between every off beat, pearly white milk filling the cups only to go down the translucent line and into the cooling tank where it could be kept stored. Perhaps sold, perhaps drank, perhaps just dumped later. Lord knows four busty ladies would likely produce more then enough for even the fifty liter tank to contain if they were out here for more then a couple weeks.

Then again, maybe even two weeks was a generous estimate for them to fill it. Hell Crysta thought she was going to fill the whole damn thing right now! She panted as she sat there, time going slow to her as she got the past the ten minute mark, and still milk came from her. "Thats what I get for not draining the ladies at all yesterday I guess...", Crysta thinks to herself. On the plus side though, the pressure in her chest was now long gone. Still, best to completely empty them for now.

Before she's finished however, Crysta gets the mild surprise or a couple hands slipping under her arms to give her tits a surprise honk. Crysta lets out a short squeal, nearly jumping out of her skin, and is answered simply in familiar giggles. "Getting a little into it are we?", Trista says. "Oh shush. I didn't get a chance to do this yesterday with all the hubbub.", Crysta replies, looking over her shoulder to see Trista's beaming face, as well as the stirring forms of all the other babes. Trista just giggles again before claiming the second set of cups and hooking herself up.

Finally, about half an or later they're all done, sans Larena who simply gets to cheat, and feeling both relieved and simultaneously more then a little frisky. Still, all the ladies managed to keep themselves under control and focused. To be fair though, perhaps they only reason they do that is because Larena had already left to go stretch her legs and find some food. Crysta could appreciate that, and wouldn't say no to any freebies offered to her, but other wise planned to eat on the road. Finally though, all of them are fully dressed and ready to go. Testing the outer shower would have to wait for another time. "Alright. Trista, get some food in you. I'm going to go see the Matron and thank her for her hospitality again, then we'll get a move on. Amra, Norika; feel free to stay here or come with me.", Crysta says, before clambering out of the vehicle.

Somewhat amusingly though Crysta nearly smacks right into the back of Kira, one of the two new autonomous drones, or Lightning jacks, meant for support and security. The not huge, but still much bigger then her robot quickly steps out of her way, lugging the big fifty caliber machine gun in it's hands like it was nothing more then a feather. "Moving.", It says in a deep robotic voice, a simple statement of intent as it's head looks at her briefly, before going back to scanning the expedition Stryker's perimeter. Crysta blinks, before giving the new Lightning jack a pat on the back. "Good job Kira.", she tells it. Did it care about her compliment? Likely not, but it made her feel better for some reason!

"Alright... to the big building... or to wherever Larena is.", Crysta says, walking out to try and find the matron. She imagined the Matron would likely zero in on Larena given her demigoddess status, so finding Larena would likely be a sure fire way to find her too.

[porne]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Did you want more action? I was steering us toward the new cast member as it's part of a larger plot.

Also, for grey elves and other drow hybrids, how do you feel about most of their hair being white, but they have colored sections similar to the other parent?

The hastily averted orgy in the back of the vehicle makes you more than a bit nervous, but you all manage to control yourselves as you hop out to go track down Larena and the Matron. The yelp of surprise from the lightning jack draws a few eyes, but everyone is familiar with jacks. Although, now that you think about it, yours are getting quite a few glances, possibly because of the lack of steam and the tiny frames compared to the normal pot bellied ones. Of course, you're not too far from where Norika was based, so it's possible they've heard of remote powered 'jacks?

As you begin to head back in, Kira tracks you with a single lit eye, after giving you an "Acknowledged" for your compliment. As you head toward the town alone, the drone turns toward you, and gives a slight chirp, almost like a click. The question of an escort is obvious, even if it doesn't have a head to cock.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

I'm pretty sure Kira and Gir have heads. Head guns and all after all.

And I wouldn't mind a short little scene. Maybe just walk in on something sexy. Maybe some kind of... drow, sexy traditional... farewell/thanks thing? Doesn't need to be sex per say... but I won't say no if it is!

"Mmm... Nah. You stay here Kira. Your a bit imposing and I don't want to send the wrong message.", Crysta says to Kira, once again feeling a little silly as she did so. She didn't exactly need to explain herself to the drone but... well when something was general human shaped it was sort of hard to not treat it somewhat like a human. "We'll be leaving when I get back though so uh... get ready to cradle up."

That said, Crysta heads to the biggest building along the edge of the town's central area. Though many of the homes were underground 'hobbit' style dwellings, it seemed that many of communal and commercial buildings were still stand alone buildings. Along with maybe a few homes. Places meant to support trade with travelers and draw in merchants. She was pretty sure she saw the Matron go into the biggest building there after the festivities last night. Maybe it was her home, maybe it was where she worked? Probably both. Crysta heads up to the entrance, and barring any hold ups, goes inside.

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Spoiler (click to show/hide):

I thought they had cameras inside of domes with a small concentric turret. Whatever, it'll be fine.

The drone gives a grunting pulse of audio before returning to the patrol. Even so, a few of the devices that were scattered about, probably sensors or some kind of localized defenses, are gathered by the drones, although they maintain a high level of awareness of their surroundings.

You head into the town, and it seems likely that at least some of the drow are regretting the party, as they're stumbling about, badly hung over. Still, a few of them are able to point you to the building you vaguely recall. Knocking on the door, there's a brief scuffle before the Matron calls out that you may enter. When you do, you find that she's stuck in the lap of a grinning Larena, both of them wrapped in blankets of some kind. You're pretty sure you know what you interrupted, but the Matron seems to be trying to maintain some degree of privacy.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

That's going to the heavier duty jacks later on. These are lighter, more 'human' versions.

Crysta snickers a bit when she sees some hung over drow stumbling about. Clearly they weren't Tolkien elves capable of drinking as much as they wanted! They seemed to have the same more or less capabilities as human's when it came to drink here. That, or maybe they just drank a whole lot or something. Whatever the case, it was still rater amusing and fun to watch as several all groaned around a well, sharing cups of water. Plus they were all barely clothed even by their own standard of dress, which wasn't a whole lot! Suffice to say, the eye candy was good this morning. "Glad I kept it reasonable last night.", Crysta thinks to herself.

A quick question later and the lot by the well point Crysta toward the Matron's home. A quick knock on the door later there some scrambling sounds before a voice beckons her to enter... where immediately Crysta finds herself in a situation where she feels like she should be surprised, but isn't really. Instead she just quirks an eyebrow at the scene before her. "Oh. uh... sorry ma'am.", Crysta says, feeling a little intrusive. However, the Matron didn't seem too bothered. She did invite her in after all. "Um. Anyway. My cohorts and I were going to be leaving soon so I just came to thank you for letting us stay within the safety of your town for the night and the food and festivities yesterday. It was quite fun.", Crysta says politely while giving Larena a somewhat flat stare.

[porne]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Right, fair enough.

The Matron is struggling to keep hers dignity in tact, and Larena decides to abuse that, a sharp thrust making the Matron bounce and give a yelp. Still, the Matron understands and you're sure that given some time to let Larena finish, and she'll be along shortly.

[jondude]

Crysta just let's out a small sigh as Larena keeps having fun, giving the matron a sharp bounce before going back to a more subdued pace even as the milf-esqe dark elf woman held the blankets over herself. In fact Crysta was almost a little disappointed she bothered with the blanket at all, as the matron was pretty damn fine! Hell if that hammered and bold futa dark elf from yesterday hadn't gotten her attention Crysta might have tried for that ass herself! Really though it was best the dark elf woman tried to cover herself. She was already pretty ready to rock as it were after that milking she had gotten this morning, and she couldn't help but shift her hips a little, the fabric of her under suit gripping crotch ultra tightly and reminding her she was more then a little horny right now. Such things could wait for lunch however when they stopped for a break perhaps.

Her message delivered, Crysta would see herself out. That is unless the Drowess matron, Larena, or both of them, stopped her. If they didn't she'd head back to the Stryker and get ready to head out.

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"Are we leaving." Larena calls out to you as she makes a show of bouncing the poor matron on a thick cock. Most likely, Larena can finish at any time, and was just having some fun with the Matron before leaving. Larena seems to shudder a moment, before turning to look back at you, "Oh, today is going to be interesting." She chuckles before grabbing the matron and shoving down, before a loud juicy squelch and some intense squirting sounds can be heard.

Larena gets up, and you catch a good look at the Matron's finely scultped body, even if her face has a bit of wear to it, her body seems perfectly toned and well kept. Of course, now she has a rather distinctive bulge. Whatever cock Larena sprouted for her fun, it's gone by the time the goddess walks by you, the shadowy clothing seeming to ripple out and cover just a bit of the fine figure before leading the way back. You spot a familiar drowess nursing what appears to be a hangover and waiting by the well. Larena pauses, before snickering and moving on.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Sorry for the long delay. Some big news happened. Good news though! Also, I got a Switch, and Zelda Breath of the Wild is super good.

"Yes Larena.", Crysta replies simply to the fiery haired demigoddess before a minor blush takes her face as she suddenly starts riding the drow matron fast and hard. The poor older women seems quite overwhelmed with the rapid fucking, her blanket quickly falling to her waist and treating Crysta to a good view of her body, still toned and tight. Her impressive breasts bounced up and down rapidly before Larena cums, biting her lower lip and smiling like a true minx as she rather loudly filled the matron, the poor woman quivering in place. She pants with the rough treatment, then simply rolls over onto her stomach and off Larena showing off her ass for a brief moment before haphazardly throwing her blanket over herself. Larena meanwhile just hops to her feet quick, whatever cock or... whatever she had used on the matron gone, and has her 'clothes' simply reappear again, skimpy as it was. "Jeez I'm almost starting to think you regard someone's personal dignity as a challenge or something.", Crysta quips to her as they make their way out. To be fair though, this world did have a highly different idea of what personal dignity was then hers did.

Funnily enough though along the short walk back Crysta spots the tall herm drow woman she and Amra had had fun with last night. She didn't look any different, other then the fact she looked like she had a wicked headache and her body had absorbed all the cum she had pumped into her last night. More funnily though was that she didn't seem to recognize her. Well, she had been pretty loaded so that wasn't too much of a shock!

A minute later though and they're back at the Striker, Trista and Norika watching as Kira and Gir get onto their rear mounted cradles and 'fold in' more or less, drastically reducing their apparent volume as compared to when they were active. "Alright folks! Everyone aboard. Lots of ground to cover!", Crysta says before mounting up herself, quickly removing the armor plates for some extra comfort and leaving her in just the under suit.

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Larena bats her eyes at your comment, seeming to find the suggestion amusing. Still, the goddess follows you and gives you a quick slap on the ass before sitting primly in the back of the modified Stryker. The redhead leans over to Amra, whispering, and the elf begins to blush slightly before taking on a stubborn expression. Larena laughs, apparently finding whatever she did to the drowess very amusing. You should probably find out what, but it's kind of not a big deal right now.

Larena gives mild applause and everyone else rolls their eyes at her as you start taking off clothes. Still, things need to get moving. As the vehicle rumbles out of the small village, the road seems very clear, and Norika rests against your bock and points out a few turns to make. Partway through the route, there's a 'newish' road leading somewhere else, deep ruts in the road signalling that it's very busy. You see a tall, broad figure in a cloak and carrying a club heading that way, and you're struck with curiosity. A head turns, and a purple face with some very obvious tusks looks at you. Looking, you see a covered wagon load being escorted by several orcs heading out, and the large brutes begin to move toward you, clubs going on shoulders and massive bows coming out to track both your vehicle and the stranger next to you.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

The tall stranger is important, don't worry if you don't like their description.

[jondude]

Crysta lets out a little yip when Larena slaps her ass, but otherwise makes no further action on that, instead just curious as the fiery haired demigoddess exchanged a brief and quiet conversation with Amra. She really should ask Amra what she did last night in further detail, but that could be during a rest break or something. So instead she just mounts up, take off her armor plates over her torso and groin while ignoring Larena's applause, and gets ready to go. Norika however wishes to sit in the front section with her in order to provide better directions since the roads here were a little more branching and the maps they were using apparently a bit out of date. Last thing Crysta wanted to do was roll up on some poor man or woman's farm or something and scare the bejesus out of them, so Crysta has no problem allowing it. She reclines her seat back so Norika can have somewhere to sit, and a few minutes later they're off, Crysta enjoying the feel of some fine kitty titties on her back as she eats some cereal in a pouch from a ration pack.

Ans so they go for a few hours through a combination of rocky and densely packed forest terrain, the going perhaps a bit slow due to the winding nature of the roads meant for wagons and not vehicles such as their 'Mad Dog', as they came to start calling their Stryker. There was lots of tight corners going around terrain that was simply to time consuming, or considering the tech level here, impossible to move, so they could barely ever get up to any decent cruising speed. The scenery was nice though.

However when they go around one corner in the path they quickly arrive at a T-junction, and clearly a busy one at that. A fact made all the more clear as they come across a robed figure wielding a club. Quickly though Crysta identifies the wagon with several Orcs guarding it up ahead. Her heart skips a beat, as this is really the closest she's been to living Orcs. The Empire after all had sent thousands of them to attack their base at Alnus Gate, but of course none of them had made it close. However it was still quite clear that Orcs were quite large and imposing, all rippling muscles covered by scant bits of leather and cloth and bits of metal. Quickly the group up ahead takes an aggressive posture as they spot her vehicle, and perhaps the... purple Orc that was right next to them as they came into the junction. Clearly something was going on and they had stumbled into it, but it was too late to back out now. It was time to play ball.

Taking control of her sticks she quick swivels the turret over so the cannon and machine guns are facing their direction. A quick flip of a couple switches and the guns are live, and another switch sees the speaker come on. "Stop where you are!", Crysta says in Imperial common with a firm commanding tone. If they did not heed her warning she'd shoot a burst of coax machine gun fire at their feet in a warning shot. "Norika... any idea where that road goes? Seems pretty new.", Crysta asks.

[porne]

Several of the huge orcs, purebloods if your limited lessons on local racial biology is accurate, as well as at least half a dozen smaller ones, more humanish in scale draw weapons. The large ones, draw heavy axes and clubs, the smaller ones using crossbows easily half again as large as what you'd expect a human to use. The purplish orc grunts out something before shouting in a guttural language that you don't understand. The orcs begin to talk amongst themselves, before one of the large ones with a fancy hat begins to shout back, and gesture to your vehicle. There's something going on here.

Norika looks at them, peers at the road, tapping a finger against her chin before commenting, "I think there's a mine up there. Looking at their cart, it looks like it might be full of crystal shards, but I didn't think there were any orcs here. I always thought this was drow territory." The cat woman seems to be flicking her tail in agitation.

The strange orc responds to the question with a dismissive gesture and continues to bark out guttural speak. The orcs begin to shift and paw at the ground in nervousness. Larena moves up next to you, "She's challenging them. They have to take her back to the clan, but they don't want to risk the load of material. We should help." The goddess mentions to you.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

I'm so glad I have a character I can use as a mouth piece, I had no idea how I was going to steer you to the camp.

[jondude]

Crysta does her best to assess the situation as rapidly as she can, but much like many modern conflicts there was currently a lot of unknowns that made it hard to commit to any sort of decision. At least for now that is. She didn't know whether or not these Orcs were affiliated with anyone or not, but it was logical to assume the Empire for now. They were likely carrying Crystal shards for jack construction according to Norika, but she could not verify the cargo of the wagon from here. And now she had this purple Orc next to her. Apparently female according to Larena, though her cloak made it hard for Crysta to know such for sure. She was a current wild card whose motives were unknown to her, but it was clear that she was at odds with the Orcs ahead of them. For now Crysta seeks more information.

"NATO understanding right now is that Orcs are used as shock troops and regional intimidatiors by the Empire. Those that they control anyway. Why would they be mining?", Crysta asks Norika. Of course to be fair there was still a lot they didn't understand about Orcs in general, but it getting information from the few Orcish survivors from the Gate attacks had been difficult as far as she had heard. She turns to Larena next. "Challenging them? How exactly? Is she challenging those Orcs themselves? Is this some kind of cultural challenge thing? Do those Orcs want to bring her back to the clan to see that challenge honored or do they just want to capture her?", Crysta asks Larena rapidly. She doubted she would have all the answers, but any clarification on the nature of this supposed 'challenge' the purple Orc was doing would be helpful.

Till then though she can still ask some minor simple questions to the Orcs themselves. "Are you Empire?", she asks plain and simple. That was an important nugget of info to know.

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Norika looks out, flicking her ears before commenting. "They're not mining. They're escorting." Is all the catwoman mentions. Turning back to the group as you ask your question, the crossbows quickly swing towards your vehicle, not that they could do much of anything against actual armor. The purple orc begins to bark at them again, before yelling at you to stay out of it in accented but understandable common. "She says her name is Phisesi Dusktooth, and she's come to challenge the leader for property. If that's true, then they can't carry away some of the property." Larena gestures to the basket, "but the orcs are saying they have a deadline to meet."

At your question, the orcs gargle out an affirmative, but still seem confused. It's a several hour trip to push the heavy cart back, which is why they're hesitating. Their tiny tiny brains seem to be having trouble with this, and the more they argue, the more the gesturing with weapons picks up. Trista snaps her fingers, "We could tow the cart back. If nothing else, we'd get intel on where some of the crystal shards come from." That does seem like a promising idea, and you'd rather not chip the paint or have to scrape blood off of your nice pretty Stryker.

[jondude]

Crysta pursed her lips in mild irritation as she mulled over the newest information given to her. To be perfectly honest she was sorely tempted to just completely ignore everything, face the gun forward, and drive off and leave all these orcs in the dust. After all it was quite clear that neither party was quite fond of their presence right now. Moving on seemed like the smartest choice.

However, after giving the situation a little more thought Crysta decided against just moving on. She couldn't say she cared too much about quite yet about the purple Orc's challenge quite yet. However given that Norika had said that the Orcs were escorting, not mining, seems on insinuate to her that at this mine could be some folks could possibly mining against their will. If that was the case then... well she'd radio it in and get further instructions from base, but she'd be sorely tempted to adjust some attitudes as it were. They could also see how these Orcs acted when not in a combat or capture scenario, which is information Int ops would quite like to have. Gathering intel on potential magical crystal mining would be good too, but didn't seem as vital given that they had Norika with them who seemed to know quite a lot about magical materials. Plus they could see if this mine was a potential threat for the nearby drow.

And so she decided to help. But begrudgingly so for now. "Fine. We'll help. But I don't want to slow downs anymore then necessary.", she says before turning back to talk to Larena. "Can I get you to go out and help the green guys attach the wagon? I figure they might be a little more cooperative in your presence. Tell them to get on it and they can ride it back to their camp. Then you and purple out there can ride up top. Get some wind in your hair.", Crysta asks.

Assuming everyone was fine with that, once everything was prepared Crysta would have Trista set off down the newer road at the pace they could that didn't threaten to destroy the wagon's wooden wheels.

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Larena gives you a big grin before heading out the back door and begin to issue grunts and howls that you associate with the language of the orcs. They're ignoring her at first until the scythe is picked up and thrown over one shoulder. The beady eyes of the orcs seem to go wide, and the deference is immediate. They quickly turn the cart around and driving forward lets you throw a chain around the end of it to tow it. The orcs don't seem to mind jogging alongside, with the smaller orcs riding. The full blown orcs seem to be okay with a dead sprint for the hour or so of the trip, but you can see why plodding along would take most of the day.

The purple orc seems to be intensely focused, and is meditating on top of the Stryker, and you're not sure what's going on there. You've never heard of orcs interested in that sort of thing, but there's a lot odd about her. As you approach the mine, you notice it's much different than the one that the village had. This one is built more like a fortress that you go through and the entrance is guarded by more orcs, at least two dozen 'pure bloods' visible. Heading into it, you find that it more closely resembles a strip mine than what the series of connected caves with cart rails and such, with a small housing structure, if that's what it is, nearby. Not leaving, you can see several drow working the mine, even if the orcs are the ones guarding it. The purple orc stiffens at their appearance and caresses her large club.

A larger than normal orc heads out growling, and yelling at the troops that brought back the cart full of goods until Larena barks something at him, and he falls to one knee in respect before rising. A few gestures back and forth between them, and Larena points to the purple orc who makes bellowing grunts and slaps her chest. Larena approaches the rear of the Stryker, pulling out the communicator attached to the back and begins to speak into it. "The purple one is challenging for ownership, which is a right of all orcs, but she's putting herself up for collateral. She's trying to claim at least one of the slave drow here in exchange here. I think it's important that you see how things are done within Orc culture, but you're in charge of your team. It should be over within an hour, maximum." Larena says.

You almost feel your blood boil at the way things are going. If the drow are being oppressed like this, it would certainly be good psychwarfare to have an in on how their society works, especially how to manipulate them. The orcs begin to gravitate toward a small arena clearly set up for combat amusement.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

The challenge is a scripted event, did you want me to break it up and let you react, or did you want me to do it in one big post?

[jondude]

Crysta listens to Larena intently as she fills her in on the situation while simultaneously observing the surrounding area. There was drow working the mine, that was clear enough to see. They seemed to be dressed rather sparsely as well... okay well, so were many of the drow back at the town they had visited. But these were drow were wearing little else then rags. She got the distinct feeling they were slaves, and quickly gets this suspicion confirmed when Larena says the drow here are indeed slaves. That right there made her immediately want to open fire, but they were in hardly an ideal scenario for that right now given how they had driven right into the middle of the camp. Granted Crysta was sure they would still win, but it would take longer given they were surrounded, the potential for collateral damage was high in both property and lives. She'd have to hold off on violence for now. Besides, like Larena said: this was a good learning opportunity! "Slavery is disgusting, but very well. We'll observe for now if only because our weapons can be very indiscriminate.", Crysta says.

Besides, she was curious about this purple Orc. Though she had been rude earlier she was intriguing and her goals were a unclear but sort of contrary to what little they new about Orcs thus far. Her particular interest in on Drow slave for example, was an interesting development. Still, whether she lost this fight or won it, there would be no slave labor here in the near future whether by their hand or a larger dedicated assault forces. Crysta radios in a quick sitrep back to base, before outlining the general plan. "Okay here's the plan. Trista and I will dismount and watch the proceeding's with Larena. Norika and Amra will stay here for now. Amra: you know how to use some of the stuff in here, so we'll let you use the back screen to control the remote fifty on the turret. If things get violent, we'll trust you to provide some support fire. Just be careful okay? Norika, feel free to come out and work your magic and whatever way you feel is best, but I'd rather keep you safe and healthy given were we're going and what you need to do there.", Crysta says.

"Sounds good. Deploy Kira and Gir too?", Trista asks, putting her armor plates back over her tight under suit.

"Yes. But I only want them to engage on our order. As awesome as they are I don't want them to poke holes in some Orc for not respecting the vehicle perimeter.", Crysta responds. Trista gives and thumbs up before deploying the magic mech hybrids.

Battle plans done, Crysta suits up in her armor as well, the act only taking about thirty seconds or so with the inclusion of the arm and leg stuff. With that stuff done she and Trista should be slightly less of an eye magnet. Lord knows the only thing that kept their nipples from being obvious was the torso armor. That done, Crysta gets her M1014 shotgun while Trista gets her M27 IAR to go along with their sidearms. The last thing to round things off were their new swords, ready and sheathed at their hips and more understandable weapons for the Orcs to recognize. Ready, Crysta and Trista then exit their hatches, ignoring the stares and leering looks from the Orcs as they hop down from The Stryker with their weapons in hand, impassive looks on their faces as they fall in on Larena's flanks. "Well... let's do this then.", Crysta says, ready to watch some Orc culture in action and hoping no Orc did anything stupid.

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Larena leads the way out of the vehicle, and many of the orcs eyes go wide before a deep bow shows their subservience to the avatar or their empires god. Larena gives a smirk, but doesn't seem bothered by the slavery as they lead toward a small elevated stand to watch what is likely to be an interesting show. The two lightning jack's follow you up, and the four or five older versions of the stone steam jacks the Empire uses watch but seem to be staying put. Larena mutters in english for your benefit, "There's only a few dozen orcs here, as well as their dozen or so jacks, the others must be out on patrols or something. There's space for a few hundred of them." The redhead tells you, eyes sweeping over what's happening.

The purple orc leads her way to the central cleared space in the center of the Colosseum. There, the purple orc moves toward the bell, and rings it, holding up a hand before throwing back her hood revealing a pair of long pointed ears. She's also got some rather generous assets, which you didn't realize orcs even had. All of the orcs you've seen have been distinctly male, but this one is clearly female as the swell of rough chest armor shows. She's built though, easily over six foot and closing in on two meters, long white hair flowing downward even as the smooth features of an elf blend toward the masculine jaw of an Orc. On closer inspection you realize that her jaw is considerably narrower than the other orcs, even the skinnier half orc hybrids. There are several other purple orcs around, but they're not as large as her, who's easily as tall as the purebloods, but narrower and svelte.

Hauling the club onto her shoulder, she rings the bell and holds up one finger and points to herself. Larena comments to you, explaining what's going on: "She's challenging for right of conquest, putting herself up as collateral. Whoever answers can win her if they beat her in combat, but she gets either them or a slave they own. If no one volunteers, the chief will have to accept the challenge." She clarifies for you. You spot the orc chief, or who you assume to be the orc chief, sitting in a chair, he's massive but doesn't seem to want to move on his own. A loud gong rings and many of the drow shuffle into the stadium, dejected but seeming to welcome the chance to rest.

A single half orc steps forward, stone filled club at the ready, as the female orc backs away, seeming to be afraid all of a sudden. The orc chief barks what is clearly a go order, and the green orc charges forward, a loud bellow audible and rattling the area as the purple orc falls back. In desperation, the female orc throws her club at the charging orc, which gets the start of barks of laughter from the orcs before it tangles in the charging orcs legs, who quickly falls flat on his face. There's a pause as everyone tries to figure out what happens before a charge from the challenger slams into the downed orc. After a brief rolling scuffle it ends, the purple orc is on his back, knee to his neck and hands around his forehead before a sharp yank and deafening crack signals the end of her attacker.

After a few panting moments, the purple orc gets up, and heads to the bell again, ringing it and holds up her fingers, indicating that she's putting herself and her new prize up for option.

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Decision please.

[jondude]

Crysta listens to Larena as they approach the make shift fighting ring the Orcs had made, appreciating the information and quickly concurring as she looks at the buildings and puts the approximate space they can hold against what she could see. There could even potentially be more too assuming that Orcs rotated sleeping space while others were out doing tasks or patrol. Given how aggressive they seemed though that seemed a bit unlikely, so Larena's estimation was probably the best bet and one she could agree with. That learned, Crysta watches the proceedings and does her best to seem intimidating; but really had no idea how well she was pulling it. Fact of the matter that it was hard to seem intimidating to big muscly men, Orcs or not. As the pretty curvy thing as she was coupled with the medieval time frame views on women they quite possibly thought of her and Trista as easy targets. At the same time though given the local culture and quite surprising amount of progressiveness it was quite possible they did see them as a threat. After all, Larena was a gorgeous women and they clearly respected her, and she had already seen several powerful women in high positions, such as princess Pina or Boze. Or just straight up powerful women in general, like Norika. Case and point, it was hard to tell if their pretty faces made them seem any less threatening to these Orcs or not.

Anyway though, such thoughts are put aside as the events begin. The purple Orc rings a bell, no doubt signifying that she is ready for a challenger, then throws her hood back and gives Crysta and Trista their first good look at her. She's... actually quite beautiful! Long silvery drow like hair with pointed elf ears. A pretty angular face and surprisingly full lips. And man! Was she ever tall! Crysta herself is pretty tall for a woman at around 5'11, which was slightly shorter then Larena's(likely chosen) height. She towered above that though! Easily by a full head! She then shrugs off the cloak, revealing quite a toned body, her muscles clearly defined. Crysta was quite fit and toned herself, but not quite to that degree! And beyond that it's clear she has quite the assets underneath her armor as well, judging by how much her chest plates curves outward! It quickly becomes clear to both Crysta and Trista that this Orc women was likely a hybrid between Orc and Drow, and somehow got to the best of both worlds as she got the looks of an elf and the size and physique of an Orc.

And of course, her apparent heritage certainly gives some potential insight to her motives.

There is an exchange of hand signals, which Larena quickly explains, then it seems the game is afoot as the first challenger steps into the ring. Oddly though, the purple Orc immediately looks worried. Had she expected a different opponent? Whatever the case it was too late for her back out now it would seem as Orc Chieftain orders for the fight to begin. The purple Orc takes a step back as the other Orc, a pure blooded one at that, charges. As big as the purple skinned Orc hybrid woman was, she was still svelte and trim and positively skinny compared to the broad chested hulk running at her. He must have weighed easily close to three hundred pounds!

But then things rapidly change. The Orc woman hurls her club, which at first seems like a move of desperation before it gets her attacker in the legs and gets him to face plant. The next second she's bounding forward, the supposed fear in her eyes gone as she pounces upon her enemy. Dry dust gets kicked up into the air and arms thrash, but quickly the woman gets the upper hand, pinning his neck with her knee with her hands around his head. One hard yank later, a loud crack of bone fills the air and the green Orc slumps, quite dead. Crysta can't help but wince a little of the barbarity of it all but... well, this was the world she was in and such was the way of things here. At least with Orcs anyway... mostly. "Jesus...", Trista can't but mutter.

After a short breather though the purple Orc hybrid though is up, ringing the bell but now with two fingers up. Crysta supposes in the last fight she had won the 'ownership' of one of the slaves here, so she assumes that she must be putting her new 'prize' and herself up for grabs again, going all in. Crysta gets the distinct impression that the Orc woman would likely keep doubling up and going all in until she was satisfied or met whatever goal she had came here to accomplish. In the meantime though, as they could do is just sit back and watch. "I don't suppose she said her name did she?", Crysta asks Larena.