Miria clearly wasn't close to finished, as her eyes locked with his, half lidded with pleasure but still reflecting a burning desire for everything Jarvok could give her. She tossed her head to clear her disheveled, sweaty hair from face, then firmly pressed her hands against his shoulders. He could have resisted if he wanted, but after bouncing her on his cock like a pogo-stick, he was happy to let her have a turn taking the lead. He leaned back, letting her straddle his hips and gazing up at her sexy swollen breasts.

She lowered herself onto his rock hard dick and tentacle, agonizingly slow and sensual, grinding her hips as she took his whole length, before lifting herself back so that just his tip was still inside. He had a perfect view of how her belly bulged from his cock, her sexy body molding itself to fit the massive invader and loving every second of it. Each time she impaled herself, a new stream of white liquid was forced from her cunt, dripping down his hips and onto the table. He let out a groan of pleasure and need with each thrust, relishing in the sensual pace after the break neck fucking of a moment before.

"FUCK you're sexy babe! The way you grind your hips, those huge tits, the way you scream when you cum, your fuck me eyes, you're the whole package and more. I could lay here and watch you work all night. Here, I can't let the girls get lonely."

He reattached the sucker tentacles to her engorged tits, not milking her at the frantic pace from before, but rather in time with her slowly increasing rhythm. The little tendrils still assaulted her diamond nipples, wrapping around them and tugging or simply toying with the tips. He added a new trick now, on he'd picked up off a lizard that stunned its prey with electric shocks. A faint buzz of electricity coursed through those tendrils now, creating a pleasurable tingling sensation for her sensitive nubs.

His hands went to her hips, not forcing her faster or pulling her down, but guiding her to grind against the most sensitive points on his member as she slowly increased her pace. The cabin's air was filled with sounds of both their moans of pleasure, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the wild animal musk of the two aliens mixed sexual juices splattered across the floor. Jarvok had been with many MANY women before, lovers and victims, slaves and servants, even a few who thought themselves his mistress. Only a handful of the most well trained courtesans had the kind of stamina Miria was displaying, and they were always focused on servicing him, with their own pleasure as an afterthought. Nova was different. She was utterly insatiable, her body drowning in the non-stop sex, yet screaming out for more. There was just nothing as hot as having a partner who could match his appetites with her own wantonly bouncing up and down on his dick. He was going to make sure the pirates didn't kill her later, because there was no way he was going to let this be a one night stand.

Every inch of her body screamed femininity and desire, voluptuous curves moving up and down his erect cock as she tried to slowly squeeze pleasure and cum from him. Miria had a small grin on her face, and with such intense fucking he gave her, she didn't notice how he took a small sample of her DNA. She only noticed how relentless he was, and in her state, she wanted and needed more.

Her womanhood and ass were a mess already, dripping her juices and his cum out and drenching her thighs and his hips; but they couldn't stop twitching and clenching around his member and tendril. These slow movements were ideal to feel even the tiniest texture they had. It was fairly obvious how much the redheaded beauty seemed to pick up the pace the longer she stayed on top.

"You're not bad yourself," she answered, in between some heavy pants that threatened to turn into moans the more she moved. "With your shapeshifting abilities... Hm, you have every tool to make any woman crazy."

And her voice did turn into moans as he felt sorry for her heaving tits, attaching the suckers on her sensitive teats once more. But this time their suction was matching her pace until her entire torso shook and twitched lightly upon feeling the sublime electric waves coursing through her chest. Her eyes fluttered and a stream of her juices ran down his member in a clear sign of a quick orgasm as her poor nubs were assaulted again. "OHH! That's new!"

Her legs and hips moved faster, and soon enough Miria was bouncing up and down on him again, her large mounds now alluringly bouncing on her rhythm as well for his viewing pleasure. Jarvok would feel both of her passages wrap tighter around him as her sensitivity was on its highest, starting to push her so easily into new releases. His hands helped guide her, but after a short while of the quickened pace, pleasure overwhelming the femme fatale was lightly making her effort sloppy, although it was clear it was not due to lack of effort.

The scarlet haired beauty's tempo faltered for a moment as she came under the tender attentions of his tendrils, before renewing her movements with a more frenzied pace. The whole experience was positively incredible. Her bouncing breasts were absurdly sexy, huge, round, and swollen with pleasure as his suckers continued to attack her overly sensitive nipples. His cock felt amazing locked within her vicelike pussy, the ridges and beads he'd grown forcing her drenched passage to mold around him and driving them both to the heights of pleasure. If anything, her ass was even tighter, his earlier releasing lubricating it so that she could slam the tendril wantonly into her deepest depths, engulfing the length in her body.

He grinned as he replied to her surprised comment, between grunts and groans of his own pleasure. "I'm full of surprises. If you liked that, I bet you'll love the full service version."

Even as her cunt and ass still convulsed from her last climax, he applied the same electrical charge to the phalluses filling her holes, using rolling pulses that started at his base and progressed up his length perfectly in time with her thrusts so that they reached the tip just as it slammed against her womb, sending jolts of static through her very core.

This new stimulation was quickly overwhelming the warrior woman, her holes trembling as each successive climax only served to trigger the next. Her hips, which had until now been pounding against his own non-stop began to loose their pace as her legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure. He was SO close to world shattering releases of his own, and was quick to reclaim the initiative. His powerful hands held her hips and pulled her forcefully down onto his cock while thrusting upwards with his hips, driving up against her womb and to the depths of her ass. He could feel her quivering pussy trying to hold him in each time he slid backwards, her lust for his cock self evident, both from her body and the moans of pure sexual need that filled the room. His tentacles pulled her down to him, so that he could catch her in another kiss as he unleashed a massive load of steaming cum straight into her womb, feeling it inflate her stomach against him after being so filled with his spunk.

From there, things were hazy. The pair laid on the fluid splattered table, occasionally making moves that hinted towards another round, but it was clear neither was in any position to move. If anything, her ample chest pressed against his own and the way her holes still caressed the members lodged within her was as pleasant as any night of endless sex. Although, a glance at the ship's clock showed the pair had been going at it for well over 2 hours. Eventually Jarvok drifted off the sleep, the memories he'd stolen from Miria filling his dreams with scenes of the warrior's life before coming to this far flung planet and meeting the shapeshifter.

Jarvok's confident remark, or in this case, promise, made the former Warkir smile as she moaned, bouncing up and down his throbbing shaft. She wanted to think of something witty to say, but kept riding him instead. However, it didn't take long for him to show her what he meant, and her ochre eyes opened wide upon feeling that first electrifying sensation in the entrances to her holes.

"AHHH! Ohh, f-fuck..." The blissful current traveled up both of her passages, filling every quivering, poor cell inside her and then her entire body shook more violently as his thick member slammed against the walls of her womb, finally filling her entire core with the sublime electricity that traveled directly through her nerves to her brain. Almost all of her strength faded in an instant, struggling to remain upright and on top of him, feeling her battered pussy and ass catching fire with the new sensation, a new release being pulled out of her.

And another, and another soon followed; trembling folds around the invading members until her moans were silenced as she was pulled for another kiss. Miria felt her hips being grabbed and pushed down on him, which only kept the pleasure high, peaking as her womb and ass were filled again to new limits with his cum. Even the mighty Holian had her limits, and thankfully she quenched her drugged lust just as Jarvok quenched his own with her, and the two laid on the table; her body weakly twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasms. Finally sleep took them both, with her ample breasts mashed on top of Jarvok, passing off her heat to him.

The femme fatale drifted off to a long, peaceful slumber, but her partner rested as he witnessed the memories imbued in the DNA he took from her. Thunderous roars right in front, with little light to see their source. And what little there was they spun as the Warkir pirouetted in the air, a blazing slash cutting the air and an incoming claw in a flash. Sabertooth nightcrawlers were what she had hunted before coming this planet, and after a job well done it was time to stack up on supplies and travel elsewhere.

Hunting monsters and dangerous creatures had been a big part of her life, and it dated back to her young self. Brief flashes of laboratories and ornamented hallways prefaced the sight of a short brunette woman with green, swirling eyes that told her what she didn't want to hear. "You'll be assigned to the hunting packs. You'll start in three days." He could feel her heart sinking, but she nodded, and left. The smallest monsters in Holion III were larger than a Holian female, and many that they were assigned to slay to protect the cities and roads could be gigantic. The sight of the warrior women in hovering aircrafts descending like valkyries on top of them was truly something else, various forms of Sundr being unleashed to bring them down; or lying in wait while they trapped the smaller ones.

The strongest memories that followed were what Miria longed for. War might be a terrible thing, but back then she desired to do her part. She looked in the mirror at her body clad in a suit similar to what Jarvok saw her in before, emblems and symbols shown on her arms. The fights happened in Holion III and the Hakor's homeworld, but Miria's time as a simple soldier was spent mostly fighting in more rural areas before being taken to space stations. The Hakor are creatures of large size, with large eyes and large horns at the sides of their heads that helped in their hearing. They had nothing like their Sundr but were strong and fast, and the rebel Holians that controlled made up a terrifying force to be faced against.

And then a beautiful Holian showed up. Dirty blonde hair tied to a ponytail with bright emerald eyes, a voluptuous body tightly confined in a uniform. "Amedea Fulgr, nice to meet you at last, and welcome to the Warkir. Can you follow me this way? We've gone ahead and prepared a prototype of what will be your new suit." The clear sound of her voice was proof of how clear that memory lived in Miria, unable to forget their first meeting. Her own body clad in a new red suit with a large greatsword gave way to vivid images mixing some terrible, intense fights against other Holians and Hakor and steamy moments with Amedea, her mentor, full of passion and love. And then nothing. War was over. Sadness came. Then the stars, and a myriad of her past lovers' faces and bodies, both male and female, and loud, fun moments in bars and a few fights here and there.

Jarvok's form twitched in his lover's embrace as he slept, his mind running through hazy scenes of war and combat as he relived Nova's most personal moments. There were flashes of the origins of her powers, something about a laboratory and a green eyed woman, which was a shame. He had hoped they were genetic so that he could harness them through her DNA, but the disappointment was fleeting as the memories moved onwards, showing him frantic battles against thunderous behemoths, cunning predators, and overwhelming leviathans.

She knew comradery and honor, but also a longing for the true enemy of her people, the Hakor. This woman clearly would never shrink from a fight, so being relegated to the lesser battle against mindless beasts could never satisfy her. Only when she had tested herself against her people's ancestral foes and proven victorious could she feel herself a true warrior.

And apparently she had proved worthy to others as well. A gorgeous blonde with a killer body and deadlier skills welcomed her to a new life of combat interspersed with passion. Where most of her memories were hazy and faded, her time with Amedea was sharp and clear. This was who Miria saw herself as, Red Nova, the scourge of the battlefield and tigress in the sheets. Everything leading up to those days were just forging her into the blade she became, and all of her adventures afterwards were simply thrill seeking to try to find that sense of purpose and passion again.

He idly wondered whether the Colimi family could find Amedea if he asked, when his enhanced senses picked up a distant sound, making his eyes spring open. Was that....Yes. A scout speeder for sure. He doubted any of the colonists would have one, and if they did it would be hidden in a cave somewhere that the pirates wouldn't find it. That meant that the grunts had made it back to the ship on foot, informed their captain, he'd they'd sent out patrols at first light.

He shook Miria as she lay on his chest, but was unsurprised to find her still out cold. His aphrodisiac had obviously driven her to push past her limits, and the final frantic string of climaxes probably hadn't helped. He rolled her onto the table so that he could sit up and stretched before looking down at her sleeping form. He had to admit, he hadn't expected to find much help out in the middle of nowhere, let alone a woman who could keep up with him both in battle and in bed. He really was going to need to make sure she didn't get herself killed going after the pirates. Unfortunately, there wasn't time to come up with a better plan than the batshit insane idea of her taking out the cannon followed by all the pirates while he freed the slaves and set the charges. That just meant he'd need to be quick about things and get back to help out before she was overwhelmed.

He grabbed a piece of paper that had been strewn across the floor and quickly scrawled a quick note. "Taking down pirate scout before he can report. Sorry, no time for more planning. Here's my comm info. Let me know when you're ready to hit the cannon."

With that, he shifted into a lithe feline form, dashing from the ship and into the tall grass of the alien world.

What Jarvok dreamed, Miria had no way of knowing. That he took a deep look into her memories, getting to know her experiences and meet others she knew. While the shapeshifter glimpsed into her life throughout the night, the former Warkir rested peacefully instead, truly exhausted from their sensual action. When the speeder was heard faintly on the distance through the ship's hull, Miria was none the wiser, and her resting frame did not even react a little upon his shaking.

So it was clear that she gave no resistance to being rolled to her back on top of the table, her voluptuous body giving an alluring display of her beauty with the remains of their body fluids on her skin to him. Heavy mounds heaving up and down while her stomach's bulge finally seemed gone as the copious amounts of his seed had leaked out hour after hour. He left her in silence, undisturbed by any sound of the door and his steps.

The redhead would wake up only hours later, a hand moving to her face as she seemingly tried to rub her drowsiness away. Finding herself without the warmth of the other's body she sat up, looking around her room. Jarvok was nowhere to be seen or heard. "Did he...?" For a moment she thought Jarvok had gone ahead to deal with the pirates without her, but as she moved to stand on her feet, feeling a pleasing ache in her muscles from their sex last night, she noticed a paper that rustled beneath her hand as she pushed herself away from the table. She read the note and shortly scoffed, leaving the paper back on the table. It was time she got ready.

If they followed the crazy plan she had thought of last night, Jarvok would be already inside the ship, most likely shapeshifting as the scout in the speeder that he heard, meaning he would be relatively safe for a while if no one noticed his real identity. So Miria used the chance to take a quick bath and clean herself from the fluids and scent of the night's passions, and soon clad herself in the black skintight suit. She didn't have time to fix the helmet, so she would have to go without it. And she took a look at it, remembering how confident she was yesterday, and felt that it might not be so bad after all. Miria laughed, maybe she was just that crazy sometimes without need of a drug, and threw the helmet back on the bed before leaving and picking up her sword along the way.

"Jarvok, it's me. Are you inside the ship? Are you safe and alright?" She talked into the comm device on her wrist as she made her way towards the town. She had to make sure it was clear to engage, but also tried to ask simple yes or no questions in case Jarvok had no real privacy to respond or could speak only in short, low replies.

The form Jarvok took wasn't a copy of any one creature, but a hybridization of hundreds of species he'd collected from over his adventures. He was clearly feline, long and sleek like a jaguar, but with short fur that shifted in color to blend seamlessly into the wild tall grass around where Miria had set down. The was not an ouce if fat on the frame, every cell of his body dedicated to giving his muscles as much speed and power as possible, while a system of insectoid trachea supplemented the oxygen supply of high capacity lungs and an oversized heart. His jaws would be extremely awkward to eat with, but hinged to provide the absolute highest possible biting power, delivered through hardened teeth which could punch through thin steel like tissue paper. He was an apex predator stripped of all the requirements for normal life and distilled down to a singular purpose: find, catch, kill.

He loped towards the sound of the speeder bike, it's low hum audible to his senses from nearly two miles away on the other side of a small rise. Even at a moderate pace he ate up that distance swiftly, moving at nearly 60 miles per hour through the savannah grass until he crested the hill and could see the scout. It was a Saurian of course, shooting across the landscape at close to 100 miles per hour, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. He was angled im a direction to miss the ship on this pass, but he'd find it soon enough at that pace. Jarvok lept down the hillside before he could be spotted and dashed off on an intercept course, athletic legs turning up the earth as he closed with his target.

A minute. Thirty seconds. Ten. Five. Two. His dense muscles bunched and uncoiled like steel springs as he left a wake through the grass towards the unaware scout, his peripheral vision blinded by a pair of goggles for the wind. With a surge of strength he pounced from nearly fifty feet away. The pirate never eve swerved until Jarvok's wide jaws were latched around him, and by then it was FAR too late.

He and the corpse toppled from the bike, which sailed on riderless for a short while before drifting to a halt. Jarvok quickly took the sample he needed from the unfortunate scout and left the body on the ground, focusing intently on the memories coursing through his mind.

His name was Gushok, and had been modestly successful by Saurian standards. He'd been a pirate for a dozen years, found three mates among his species, and even owned a slave back on Vanejin VI. True, she was nothing to look at, and was on the older side, but he'd gotten her pre-trained, and her cooking was tolerable. He'd come to the Ravager when Zagrut signed up with Fendrel, and wasn't too pleased with the loss of three ships to get one, but he had also known that saying something like that would get him brutally killed and had the sense to shut up and hit things. That was his strong suit anyway. Sadly, his ability didn't let him steal specific details, so he didn't inherit Gushok's knowledge about the pirate's security proceedures.

Jarvok jogged over to the bike, shifting and standing as he moved, until an identical Saurian stood beside the humming vehicle.

"Rider number four? Rider number four, what was that noise? Respond!"

Jarvok spit a few drops of blood from his mouth, cleared his throat, then hit the communicator and replyed im a flawless personation of his latwst victim.

"Uuuhhhggg Yea, I'm here boss. Some big deer thing jumped out in frint of the bike and I fell off. I'm fine though."

"I don't care if you broke every bone in your body, if you put so much as a scratch on my new speeder I'll shove my trunk up your ass and use you as a puppet. Now get back to work. No one in the town knew who that woman was, and Zagrut still hasn't reported in. Finish scouting your sector, and report in if you find anything. This stinks of military forces to me."

"Uhh boss, couldn't he have just fucked her all night and not woken up yet? Its not like one bimbo in spandex was gonna be able to take down Zagrut, right?"

"Just shut up and do what you're told, and leave the thinking to people with brains in their heads."

Adding that bit of insolence to the pirate captain's payback tally "Gushok" revved up the engine and took off to do what he was told. After a bit over an hour, he was getting a but worried that he might have overdone things with Miria the night before, as two of the other scouts had already finished their patrols. He was relieved to feel a buzzing in his chest cavity where his data pad was hidden. He grew an eye inside to read her message, then tapped out a response.

"I can't get past their shields remeber? That's why I need you as the distraction. Tell me when you're in position to take down the cannon, and I'll give you the signal."

He turned the bike back around and headed towards the pirate's stolen ship, eager for the fireworks to fly.

Jarvok's response brought out a short scuff from Miria, and replied swiftly. "Alright, just making sure. Hang tight, I'm on my way there."

There were very few persons around town, probably all scared by the humming of the scouts' bikes patrolling their home and surroundings. With her other suit, she might have made less time since it allowed her to propel herself through the air, but this time she had to go on slower. Moving past the town gave way to the scenery ahead and the prominent ship stationary on the ground. If one looked closely the shield was barely visible at this distance only as some of the sun's rays gleamed against it.

Making sure no other pirates were nearby she approached the ship from the front. Miria began to focus and accumulate her Sundr from way before she was in position. The closer she got, the bigger that cannon looked. "I'm ready. I'll await your signal..."

Her voluptuous form clad in black swayed from side to side as she kept walking closer and finally came to a halt before the main cannon. There was a blur starting to appear around the redheaded Warkir; moisture and air beginning to get heated around her as some plants dried and were charred by simply being close to her. She waited until the signal was given and without the reply she gave one last effort in focusing her Sundr, her ochre irises swirling like wild vortexes at this point.

The enhancers on the suit's arm and back were shining red and finally the blast formed before her and within a couple of seconds a large beam of plasma shot straight towards the weapon. It burned and cut through the plates and layers of the barrel, aimed directly to pierce towards the base of it. Machinery and fluids reacted violently and a larger explosion sent pieces of the cannon to fly in different directions, shaking the entire ship and everyone inside it. A shockwave of the explosion sweeping over the field the ship was on.

Miria sighed heavily. That was not easy. This suit enhanced her Sundr abilities but to take out something of that size was still a tremendous feat, and it had depleted most of her Sundr. Fortunately dealing with the smaller pirates in comparison would not demand much more of her, so she thought. "Ready to move in."

As Jarvok sped towards the captured ship, he mentally tracked how long it would take Miria to get from her vessel to a nearby hill with a proper vantage point. He slowed to get the timing right, then started screaming bloody murder into the bike's comm.

"HOLY SHIT! What was that? There's a crazy chick out here trying to burn me alive! Looks like the one Zagrut was fightin....GAHHH. I'm making for the ship Boss, and I'm coming in hot!"

"You useless sack of Gobbelblor droppings. What sort of a pirate are you, running from a woman?"

"This isn't just some woman boss. She's got a crazy suit that's giving off insane firepower. Huh....damn she can really shout when she wants to. She just said she's here to fight our captain, and if you don't come out she's going to blow our ship to hell."

"HA Let her try! Gunner, get the main cannon powered up. We'll see how she likes 15 gigatons of plasma beam shoved up her cooch."

Jarvok chuckled to himself as he sped towards the ship, growing burned flesh over his back and shoulders, as if he had barely escaped being charred. He quickly tapped out the go ahead signal to his partner, before putting the bike to full speed and making a final dash for "safety". Before him, the massive ship waited, still surrounded by a faint shimmering barrier. Just as he was about to collide with it, the shield suddenly dissolved, letting him skid the bike to a halt just in time to avoid running into the back of the loading bay. One of the pirates looked at his charred flesh, and turned pale, before pointing back into the ship.

"Stars, you look awful. Get back to the med bay before you keel over and your body becomes my problem."

Gushok left the bike and limped off into the depths of the ship, wondering how long it woul......BOOOOOOOM!

The entire vessel trembled with the impact of Nova's blast. Warning sirens blared and emergency response systems kicked into action, isolating the damaged area so fires couldn't spread. All of the pirates he could see had dropped to the ground in shock and were only only just getting to their feet when Fendrel's deep voice came over the speaker.

"Don't just sit there and let her recharge you idiots! Prepare for battle! I want every last one of you useless space monkeys out the escape hatches with long rifles in the next minute or I'll murder you all myself. I'm going out there to show little Ms. Hotstuff what she gets when she messes with the Ravagers. Oh, and make sure those rifles are set to stun, we're taking this bitch alive. I'm going to fuck every last credit for our cannon out of her!"

Nova didn't have to wait long after knocking so politely before she spotted an elephantine figure stomping out of the cruiser's loading bay. He stood nearly 10 feet tall, clad in silver power armor that magnified his already imposing bulk. In one hand, he swung a truly gargantuan power maul, easily 8 feet long, while the other held a high quality personal shield generator shaped in a quarter dome before his massive form. His trunk sported its own weaponry, a plasma gatling gun that looked capable of firing hundreds of deadly projectiles per minute, at least as long as the cooling system held out. He raised his trunk skyward and let out a trumpeting blast, an unmistakable challenge and statement.

The pirate captain was here to do battle.

Inside, the number of pirates were shaken and surprised by the sheer power that had destroyed the pride of the ship, its main cannon and offensive measure. The sirens and emergency systems continued to act while Fendrel's voice barked orders from the speakers.

Outside, some pieces of the cannon still burst in flames, although unable to spread inwards, and smoke created a tall gray pillar that began to reach for the skies above. Miria began to walk towards the aft of the ship after recovering her breath, sensual wide hips swaying side to side until another figure appeared. The huge silhouette of the pirate leader stomping his way towards her with a tall power maul and a gatling gun on his trunk. Compared to her, he was a massive dreadnought in his imposing armor but the Holian showed little to no response from his appearance.

"Ah, so you must be Fendrel. Zagrut told me about you. Sorry about the cannon, but I couldn't find the doorbell." With a nonchalant hand, she pointed with her thumb back at the smoking artillery piece before taking her greatsword in one hand. She couldn't send a message to Jarvok now before the captain, so she knew she could only buy enough time for him to do his share of the job.

"So, you're in luck. I'm not here to capture or kill you guys and cash in a bounty. I came here only to ask nicely that you leave this place alone, leave the planet, and bother some other people. Zagrut overstayed his welcome at the bar, and I left a dent in the ship, I'd say that makes us even. Release the people you took from the town, leave this place, and I can go back to have a drink and we all live happily afterwards. What do you say?"

Her words were confident, even though she knew they would be in vain. In any case her body was already poised to react at the first sign of attack, hand tightening its grip on her sword.

Jarvok hurried through the Slipstream in the midst of the confusion, just another crewmember sent scrambling by the unexpected attack. He quickly determined where the armory must be by the direction all the other Saurians were headed and took a side hallway that looked like it would lead towards the bridge. In no time he found himself sneaking through the ship entirely alone, the rest of the crew hurrying to get into position to cover their captain in his duel. He still wasn't taking any chances, moving silently past the pristine white walls and enhances his senses to give early warning if any pirates had remained behind to monitor the ship. Luckily, it seemed none of them had that level of initiative or brains, and he able to reach the ship's controls entirely unnoticed. "Heh, why can't all my jobs be this easy?" He studied the holo-display for a moment, looking over the map of the ship's systems. "Let's see. So if this is engineering, that would mean the temporal displacement drive would be.....there." He mumbled to himself, tapping at a point in floating display. "And here....would be the power controls. There we go. Wouldn't want to get fried trying to take it out." He tapped a few more buttons before seeing the indicator panel go dark. "Oh, and there's the brig. Looks like I'll even get to unlock the cells on my way out. No need to piss the girl off by nuking her precious civilians if I don't have to." He strode off towards his mission with a purpose, while outside things were just starting to heat up.

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Fendrel chuckled as he listened to Miria's demands. "You've got guts, I'll give you that girl. While I appreciate your generous offer, let me make you a counter offer: drop the sword, strip out of the suit, and come suck my cock like a good little whore, and I'll sell you to a proper brothel after the crew and I are done with you. Struggle, and I'll have you working off that cannon on the sleaziest glory hole in Vanejin at half a credit a fuck."

He strode forward, shield generator humming and ready to deflect any bursts of flame the warrior woman might throw his way, before rushing forward in a burst of surprising speed. Despite his bulk, the Loxadorian closed 30 feet in three quick bounds of his powerful legs, his power maul curving in a wide arc to slam down where Miria had been a moment before. The earth shattered like brittle china where it hit, sending out a shockwave that rippled through the ground for a good 5 feet and making the footing treacherous. Even as it hit, he was already moving, raising his shield to block whatever retaliatory strike was on its way, while his trunk snaked around its outside edge to let off a burst of searing plasma bolts to force his foe to dodge.

Once he had her on the back foot, he rushed forward again to press her, choking up on his hammer to change to short, quick swings. While nowhere near as devastating as the initial blow, any one of these strikes could splatter an unarmored enemy to pulp. Any time Miria tried to create some distance he let off a burst of fire from his trunk, while attempts to get inside the reach of the maul were met by a wall of crackling force energy bashed with the force of a full grown Loxadorian enhanced with the strength of power armor.

Fendril had no intention to pull his punches. Despite his desire to capturing her, you don't mess around with someone who blows up pieces of a military grade ship to send a message.

Miria pursed her lips and nodded, giving a sarcastic expression of listening and considering the massive pirate leader's offer. "I'll pass, I prefer my own offer. If you want it the hard way, don't say I didn't warn you."

Words soon turned to action as Fendrel rushed against the smaller Holian woman. The maul came down with a devastating crunch upon the earth, but Miria had already made a quick hop backwards to avoid it. The tremors were a proof of the intensity of his attack, making her footing uneven and brittle. She leaned back to stand on her hands and spin backwards more distance in an involuntary showcase of her flexibility. But soon after the gatling gun began to whirr into life.

Miria cleaved her sword Farkr in front of her, the flat side of its blade facing towards Fendrel, and used its massive size as a shield, hiding behind it as plasma bolts impacted the weapon. As soon as the gun stopped, the redhead stood up with her sword and deftly began to avoid the shorter, but much quicker swings of his maul. However, it soon became apparent that the Loxadorian had no intention to relent, and tried to keep her in check with the arsenal he had at his disposal.

"What's with the huge artillery, large maul and big gun? Trying to make up for something, big guy?" She taunted him, hoping to see if that created a sufficient distraction and make him lose enough to focus to reveal openings in his attacks.

So the Warkir closed the distance, ducking below one of the maul's swings and, with a speed unexpected by the size of her sword, she swung against Fendrel right against his torso. The wall of force and the power behind it from the armor and his size was nothing to scoff at, leaving Miria slightly vulnerable to a quicker move from the pirate leader, but it would be a chance that could soon be wasted as she tried to move back and create distance in order to focus her Sundr again and try to see how much that armor would truly resist.

While Fendrel could easily be mistaken for the kind of mindless brute who could be easily distracted by cheap taunts, the Loxadorian would not be put off his game so easily. Three quarters of a century thriving among the best baggarts and insult stingers in pirate space had earned him an even thicker skin than most of his kind and, more importantly, taught him how to exploit those tactics.

He snarled at her jibe in apperant rage. "We'll see if you think I'm compensating when my cocktail has shoved your last week's meals back through your whore mouth!" Lifting his guard to bring his hammer down in what would be a devastating blow. The attack came just as he expected, sweeping in a quick arc to strike at beneath his raised arm, aiming for the thinner armor at the armpit joints. Rather than follow through with the overhead blow, the pirate champion lept forward, getting inside the reach of the blade so that just the cross guard clanged against his metal side and slamming the force shield into her face. When the Hollian woman tried to dance back, he brought his still raised weapon hand crashing down in a hammer blow, just barely missing her skull, but still crashing like a wrecking ball against her collar bone, driving her to the ground

Most warriors would have snapped like a twig under a hit like that, but Nova was made of sterner stuff, and her suit was enough to help deflect the damage. The stolen ship's captain clearly considered the battle all but won, and so was too slow to follow up before Miria could roll away. He tried to stamp down on the flat of her massive blade before she could recover her footing, then rushed after her and threw his hulking form at her in a body slam. Maybe she could stand up from one of his bone jarring blows, but the redhead wouldn't stand a chance in a wrestling match with the multi-ton heavy weight.

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Aboard the Slipstream, things were perfectly to plan. Jarvok navigated the side corridors of the ship without interruption, past the silent crew quarters and the whirring machinery of engineering, until he found a small reinforced door covered in acres of caution tape, warnings, and keep out signs. Luckily it seemed the pirates weren't big on following written instructions, and exposed wiring by the door showed where they had bypassed the security controls. With a touch the heavy blast door irised open to reveal a pitch black room, and at its center hovered a perfect violet crystal, cut with thousands upon thousands of facets. No....not violet. He adjusted his eyes, letting him see a wider spectrum of light. The gem was actually a color somewhere in the X-ray wavelength, and even powered down it was giving off massive levels of tachyon radiation.

Luckily, the container currently holding his father's gift to the pirate crew would do a good job shielding the device when he took it, as long as he didn't dawdle. His chest cavity opened with a sickening squelch, revealing the hidden box and its deadly cargo. He slipped forward, wary of any potential any-tampering failsafe and reached for his prize.

The clang of metal of her sword's cross guard against his armor was only a prelude to a more painful lesson than his own remark. Fendrel already followed her footsteps back as the maul missed her head just barely, but impacted right on her collarbone and chest. With that sheer strength her legs almost shot up in response, kicking herself back towards the ground, trying to catch the blow. It didn't make the pain any less, but her body was made to resist much harder stuff and she managed to roll away before he pressed her sword.

When Miria's eyes turned up, the gigantic alien was already on a collision course with her. Those same eyes were already swirling in an ochre vortex as she seemed to charge right at him as if to meet him head on. The edge of her sword flared up in a white-hot color as just a moment before crashing into the one-man stampede she dived to one side, sword hanging out in a swing against one of his legs, focusing almost enough Sundr to cut a piece of the ship with it as well.

The former Warkir rolled back to her feet and immediately charged the pirate leader again. With a battle cry and greatsword at the ready for another slash, she seemed intent to cut through him no matter what. But she learned Fendrel was not a brute despite his appearance, and she wanted to return the favor this time. Right before getting in range, Miria used her strong legs to jump high, with a light twist in the air, trying to land with her feet on his shoulders, her free hand taking hold of one of his ears or a piece of his armor as she began to use her plasma into a beam to burn right through it. Taking out the artillery was a big target, but fortunately this time she needed only a small area to focus on to test if that armor was comparable to the ship's materials. All the while, her hand with the sword was ready to strike at the first thing that tried to grab her, whether one of his hands or his trunk, or bail out before he could have a firm hold; trying to use the chance if it came up to cut through either of his equipment with that strike, be it the shield, the maul, or the gun that were all on his limbs like a giant, killing multi tool.

The redhead warrior took his blow better than most tanks would have, rolling with it and keeping hold of her weapon. He instant response forced Fendrel into a staggering halt, hastily planting his shield as her sizzling blade came in low with a side swipe. Ripples of scarlet plasma ran through the blue quarter dome, obviously taxing its strength, but it held firm and deflected the blow.

The pair found themselves separated for just a moment as her roll took her sailing past the towering captain, but that was quickly rectified as both combatants charged back into the fray. Frendrel swung his hammer in a crushing sideways blow, only to find empty air as the warrior woman effortlessly bounded over his swing to land lightly with her feet planted in his upper back and hand clenching the top of his neck guard. He could feel the heat of her hand, radiating through even the thick plating of his armor, as her hand became a living plasma torch. He jabbed his hammer back over his shoulder, aiming to dislodge her, only to hear the slicing of metal and a sudden lightness, as the Nova cleanly severed the head, sending it spinning off into the tall grass.

The Loxidonian growled in frustration, pressing a button on his left wrist. "Hope you've got a good grip, Bitch." Arcs of electricity shot along the outside of the metal plates, coursing through Miria's body and forcing every muscle to contract in sudden spasms, locking her hand in a death grip around the shoulder plate. Luckily the electrical defense seemed to take most of the suit's power, preventing him from moving to follow up with a finishing blow, but the current itself was certainly enough to deal serious damage. After letting her sizzle for several seconds, he turned off the charge and reached over his shoulder with a heavy gauntleted hand, grabbing Miria's still twitching wrist and tossing her to the ground at his feet. This time, he didn't underestimate her speed or resilience as he swung the thick handle of his weapon down on the dazed warrior, ready to immediately follow up if she attempted to rise or roll away. Seeing how much punishment she seemed to be able to take, he intended to take out his anger at the loss of his favorite weapon by raining blow after blow down on the prone Holion.
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Back in the ship, a short roachlike alien skittered through the main hallway, turning a corner just seconds after Jarvok disappeared through a side passage. It muttered to itself in a clicking language as it headed for the bridge. "Mush brained lizards! I've told them a thousand times not to touch the controls for the slipstream device. Would it be so hard for them to just not touch buttons they don't understand?"

The creature's name was Zorvak, and he was the pirate crew's head of engineering. Just a few moments before, red alert warnings had sounded about a full containment system power failure, and a major explosion on the top of the ship. He knew EXACTLY what had happened of course. Some idiot had seen a heard of mouselopes, or told one of the slaves they could walk home, and decided to get in some target practice with the main cannon. Something went wrong, as always, and they blew something up. He transitioned to a truly terrible Saurian impersonation. "Uhhhh....No boss. I didn't shoot the main cannon. We must be under attack. That's why I'm diverting all the power to the shields." And the the moron wouldn't even bother to properly balance the power levels. He'd just hit the big red MAX SHIELDS button, and make hours of work for poor Zorvak.

He arrived in the bridge and found the Slipstream system powered down as expected. With a heavy sigh, he raised the levels back to normal and got to work trying to determine what damage those idiots had done this time.

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Unfortunately, back in engineering Jarvok had JUST reached to touch the glowing crystal. As his fingers closed around it, the dark room he was in burst to light, as the gem came to life, showering him with violet light. He tried to pull his hand back, but it was too late. His fingers had made contact, and he could feel himself losing cohesion, his connection to this place, this time, this universe, as Tachyon particles poured into him. He tried to cry out, but the air somehow wasn't there. Or perhaps he wasn't there to interact with it. With no more warning, the brilliant glow finished fully enveloping the Faceless assassin, and he was gone.