The short distance they had traveled may have confused the others, a lingering scent in the vicinity was expected or it was the male's that masked her own. Maybe even something in the area, she did not have the best light to see by. In any case she was spared by the others so far. Their hearing not as exceptional as their sense of smell it seemed.

But she still had the one to deal with. Young and eager the remainder of her clothes had been seen to. Her legs entrapping the creature that soon plunged away at her with all the zeal of a young teenager enjoying his first time. Clearly this wasn't his first time but first time having someone that wasn't already used up.

There was no need to share this time and he was quite thorough. Filling her again and again with that rod as it buried itself into her. One breast then the other had been sampled by that tongue that lapped up against her. A finger even roughly brushed against her clit, that hand trapped between their bodies.

He came, not just once or twice but so often that the others returned to the area. She heard them moving about, howling to the second group then once more receding from the spot. When she had thought that it was over as he drew out of her they were far from done. He had her on her knees taking her ass, his dick nice and wet from her pussy and his own cum. She found that he had quite the amount of stamina but in the end he had left her there.

He did not howl out to summon the others, it appeared that she had earned some respite but he did nothing further so if she was found she was found. And he was just one, no telling how bad it would be with the rest of the pack.

It wasn't too far to the cabin if she decided to quite for the night but she would have the captain to deal with. If she recovered enough she might be able to make it to that hill. Especially if uncontested or setting out when the wolves were further away. At the same time it was questionable as to how much time she had if the other decided to come back and paint her body with even more cum or fill it as his whim dictated. She had options to consider ...

If not for the hunt, Phoebe would've loved every minute of receiving what her body learned to love beyond reason. She collapsed against the tree as he claimed her again and again, her moans hollow and breathless as orgasm upon orgasm had been milked from her now weary form. Sweat and cum mixed with the air all around them until he finally had his fill of her. It took everything not to succumb to her unnatural thirst and beg for more. Staying at least somewhat upright took a lot out of her, too.

After he departed, however, her thoughts were a mess. They were clouded with lust and a lack of energy, but the need to escape had been greater than ever. One of them was bad, but not even the horde concerned her that much. They weren't as dreadful as Vespira's subordinates. She wouldn't die here. She had value now. The wolves were no Saurians either which simplified matters. In the end, however, Phoebe knew the fate of the most misfortunate captives. She dealt with one of them and could barely walk for exhaustion scratched away at her consciousness, teased her every sense into submission or at least tried to accomplish that goal, but Phoebe couldn't give up now. A loss would be a loss, one way or another.

It'd be bad with the two groups out there, their pride still hurt until they got their revenge on the lone woman by violating her every which way. Sinking onto their shafts wouldn't be terrible, but there was bound to be more than that. Phoebe feared what they planned on doing other than fucking her senseless, to abuse her every orifice until her brains were nothing but mush. Then there was the Captain, but she believed him to be a sadist of sorts. She didn't wish to choose between bad and worse.

With the Captain there was a chance he might be easier to handle, but ultimately winding up in either place would be an experience Phoebe wished to pass up on. It seemed to make little difference in the long run. Winning entailed getting back to the hill and the faint taste of freedom burned within her like wildfire. She'd rather give it all and fail than surrender and willingly become someone's plaything tonight because there was a bit of a challenge involved after dealing with the first wolf.

The challenge, of course, being her exhaustion. She was no porn star, but that particular specimen came at her as though she had been temptation incarnate. Staying around might've encouraged him to return and beyond that point there was no option other than actually giving up. She could move for the time being, but if he came back he'd wear her out for sure. When the next howl gave her an indication of where the rest of the pack had been located, Phoebe would try to make a run for it. She barely recovered, but it was only a matter of time before they got to where one of their fellow wolves already had his way with her.

Her own motivation spurred her on. The lure of freedom got her moving once she had an idea of where the wolves were, at least one group of them. She could press her body on so much and wasn't making the best of time. On several occasions she had to stop and grab a quick breath, compounded by the fact of what they did to her mouth, how it was altered and the very air she needed had turned against her.

Still she was almost there, almost at the hill when she heard another howl. This one close enough to get her running. She could hear some of them moving through the forest. Her body carried with it the scent of sweet and sex and she knew evading them this time was neigh impossible.

The moments were tense. The wolves were quick. She got to the base of that hill, managed to scramble up it part way before she saw the wolves that rushed toward her then oddly stopped at the base of the hill. They could see her and yet they were behaving as if they couldn't.

None set foot on the hill though all seemed confused sniffing the air vigorously as if they lost her scent. Whatever break was going on fell in her favor. Aegir had relayed to her that the hill was a safe point.

When cresting that hill she saw that the ring of stones had been complete. The terrain still look a mess but that didn't seem to matter to Aegir who peered at her.

Determined to get here tonight. I did say that there was no hurry in getting here but now that you are we can depart at any time. My son will figure out that I was here but that cannot be helped.

A tentacle pointed to the ring of stones before them. I cannot destroy that once I pass through it and there are so few of us left that he's bound to place me at the top of a short list. Not that I am concerned about that in any case. I already factored in he uncovering the matter eventually. Are you ready?

"Thank God!" Stealing away from certain erotic torture had been such a relief. Weary limbs brought her toward the hill, then carried the girl throughout a strenous ascent while glances over her shoulder were beyond common. She couldn't believe they got that close and now they'd lost her. She owed Aegir, even if he wouldn't take her away Phoebe would've gotten the break her body craved most.

But, there was no stopping now. She climbed further up, her every muscle screaming amid wavering strength, but the blonde fought on. It hurt in more ways than one. Heavy breaths could only fill her lungs so much without clouding her senses as lust had been a constant within her system.

Seeing Aegir practically switched off whatever inner mechanisms kept her upright. She collapsed on all fours, then drifted back as to support her own weight on nothing more than those sweet refined thighs and calves, each mashing together as the cum caked slave gasped for oxygen. Moisture covered her eyes. Tears that were birthed from delight as the chase finally came to an end. She let her eyes flutter shut as her head dipped forward a bit, a hand clutching her chest although he could tell she didn't do it due to a lack of air.

In fact, Phoebe clenched her fists, then calmed again though her every finger was left trembling. Saliva brought a sensuous luster to her lips as her tongue couldn't help but grace the parted ruby puckers with its presence. She oozed excitement and barely held back a moan after all that running.

"Wait." The word had been conveyed in thought rather than speech since Phoebe lost to the cravings which set her body ablaze with need. Her tongue emerged and rolled about an index finger, licked it, fondled it with the loving caress of damp flesh. She didn't have the strength to close the distance between them and used her own hand to tease the sensitive muscle before guiding it beyond her lips. Phoebe went from light licks to vigorous sucks in no more than a few seconds and the poor girl was already salivating like crazy.

Lips and tongue embraced their twisted nature as Phoebe masturbated with these corrupted pieces of her own miserable self. It felt too good to stop and being in his presence made her feel extremely slutty which merely offered all the more reason for her to love it. Sweat dripped from her brow given the extensive hunt and arousal coursing through her body at the time. She was burning up and needed relief.

"You know I need this." She once again voiced her statements in thought. "If you'd care to help, then please .. Don't let me suffer." Already a free hand traversed the smooth planes of her belly, eager to target her previously molested womanhood in hopes of milking her dripping sex for whatever number of orgasmic heights she needed to calm down.

Paused, he gazed at her watching as she felt that crashing weight of her own need. He sensed her lack of strength in drawing closer but did not approach, not yet. He watched her playing with herself as she sucked upon that finger. Clearly she had been through the wringer, drenched in cum and sweat.

He could have been cruel, could have proceeded on forcing her to follow if she were coming. While he remained here the wolves would not come to the hill but once he departed they would be here soon enough. That would mean that they would discover the standing stones quicker then he wished but if she were gone as well there would be no scent to draw them here for some time perhaps.

But Aegir was rarely the cruel sort. Every once in a while he had a brief cruel streak as a change of pace but it was far better that his prey enjoyed themselves since he could feel their experiences harming others oddly harmed himself where pleasuring them was twice as good as he felt their own and his. He could always shut off such sensory abilities but rarely did, the lack of the sense was so alien to him and unsettling. Losing an arm for a human did not approach the same sensations.

But he did slither closer. His slower pace than Fafner all to evident as he moved. You are a mess. But I suppose I would have to implant you, albeit temporarily, until your task is complete. Otherwise there would be no reason for you to keep to your end of things.

He seemed to be speaking to himself. Tentacles stretched out to her, one going to the wrist of her hand drawing it away after coiling around it. Another traced over her sex while a third drew away her other hand from her mouth. A fourth pressed inside just as the one teasing her sank into her. Both were spearing into her at an even pace.

Reaching down he played with one of her smaller tits, rubbing it while his other traced over her slave collar. Just how long have you been wearing this?

A sixth tentacle slid over a hip slithering to the crack of her ass where it worked between both cheeks rubbing along the way. No, I think I will clean you up first but you can make use of these tentacles for the time being.

"You'd need to do what!?" Phoebe didn't expect that, but did not dwell on it for long. Writhing pink flesh made a show of her tongue captured between both fingers tending to its needs with complementing rubs and licks. She was about to insert more than one digit into her mouth, but Aegir had been quick to take over and the young woman's lips were wide agape with a lewd "Ahhh .." before a tentacle muffled these greedy moans. "Yes! Fuck my mouth!"

Yet the fear of exchanging one Master for another permeated her mind for a good moment or two. He sensed concern with her, the thought that she had no control over what was going to happen. Against the likes of him she was beyond powerless. Whatever he said, Phoebe had to trust him blindly while he knew her thoughts, sensations and memories, each of which he could access freely.

It remained to be seen where they ended up, but staying here was out of the question, one way or another. She didn't know how much longer even a semblance of her former self could survive. Having a true Master who used her on a regular basis would be the end of her. Fafner would break her in until there was nothing left.

But, for the moment Phoebe didn't think of it that much. She was about to escape from this world and Aegir gave her all these delicious tentacles to play with. "Oh God, yes!" Shudders washed over her as one of them speared into dripping yet trained velvety folds, every inch of his receiving ample measures of carnal worship one would expect from an experienced slave. The one embedded within her mouth had been sucked on with a passion, her sucks being downright audible and accompanied by feverish moans as warm saliva bathed the surface in her affection. "Please, don't stop. I need it so badly!" Her cheeks hollowed out, merely enhancing the image of the petite blonde woman before him. As much as her enhancements were a curse, these moments were nothing but heaven.

Her cries became louder when his touch descended upon an engorged tit, her peaks being hopelessly erect and eager for attention although the notion of a collar distracted her some. "Hm?" Phoebe forgot all about it over time. "I must've had it for months now. Ever since Vespira's servants captured me, I think. It's been a while .. You're making it hard to think straight." It was a part of her for so long and after dealing with the Saurians the fear of even remotely trying to remove it had been too great.

"But, I'd rather focus on something else right now." The one free hand Phoebe still had fell to the lone tentacle between her luscious rear cheeks. While her cleavage had been lackluster compared to most Shokushu students, there was no lack of enticing flesh and muscle which made up the bodacious curvatures of the girl's endowed round ass. She teased the slithering girth, pressing it harder against the valley between both cheeks before moving further toward the tip. Smooth, supple fingertips teased it, encouraging it to move closer to the entrance to her other depths. Unless he desired to take her there Phoebe would refrain from inserting it on her own. If getting cleaned up meant stopping now then she'd most certainly not try to waste an opportunity to drain her body of the poison that drove it to such actions in the first place. Then again, he'd have to be careful not to let her have too much unless he'd rather partake of her unconscious form next.

A nod confirmed that she “heard” right. A precaution. I am able to use my abilities through my nodes, at least until they reach adulthood. Thus far Fafner has been the only one to attain such maturity.

He didn't get into all the details, especially the ones about a node eventually killing and replacing their parent. Fafner was an experiment, a failed one at that and thus he was still driven to kill him but had no luck with that thus far.

When your task is completed the node will be removed. It is rather easy to insert and you would only be aware of it if I decide to use it or in about ten of your years. His tentacle slid into her mouth and throat pressing into it faster as she paid it attention.

He grasped and played with her breast, which was smaller then what he was use to for the most part but but adequate. He did just that, he fucked her mouth while that other tentacle worked inside that pleasant warmth. Feeling her concern on the matter even as he pleasured her there had been no mistaking the intention between her hand assisting the tentacle teasing against her rear cheeks even as she struggled to think.

His thumb brushed over her nipple, mentally he felt the collar then popped free the clasp allowing it to fall away showing that it was no longer necessary and addressing her concern at the same time.

Of course ... He took her ass then, slipping inside it too. He had not drawn away and while it would have been enjoyable to add her to the collection he was intending in starting soon he desired the stone more and adhered to his deals.

He took her with those tentacles in various positions. It was just the tentacles that he used, exhausting her completely. With the wolf before hand and now this that task wasn't long or at least it didn't seem that way.

She passed out, when next she woke it was in an actual bed. Naked but clean. Her skin had been treated with a salve that eased her muscles and smelled like honey at the same time. There were clothes folded up neatly on the stand near the bed, even a blaster pistol in a holster but no signs of Aegir.

The clothes were a basic flight suit skin tight that didn't require wearing anything beneath. It regulated temperature to a degree and protected against a small amount of energy damage. Boots could be found near the stand too. There was a bathroom and the larger door was the only other one, it was unlocked.

Even a computer set into the wall had been here.

Anything more luxurious than her former accommodations became immediately apparent. When Phoebe woke, there was no mistaking it. She faced the silence with caution as there tended to be other slaves about her, then let one of her eyes drink in her newfound surroundings before the other joined the first with trepidation. The final moments in Aegir's presence were nothing but a blur and now she woke to find herself removed from the cold, dark forest.

After months of devotion to her owners, the bed felt like heaven in corporeal form. She couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction. The covers rustled beneath her charming form when the shapely agent shifted to gaze upon the nearby objects. Supple thighs kissed each other in these moments of awakening, her hips jutting out from a youthful, content and deliciously arching body as a lone hand brushed aside a chaotic set of short blonde locks.

"Sweet .. like honey .." She sensed the pleasant fragrance upon her skin and smiled. "Not a dream .. It's not a dream .." Still, it didn't feel quite right. Though her movements weren't inhibited in the least, did that truly mean Aegir aided her escape? Had they used the stone circle in some fashion? She'd been out of it for the duration, no doubt. It could've been hours. In addition, she could be anywhere.

Phoebe sat up, fingertips dancing along the vein of her neck at the same time. The collar had disappeared and her eyes widened at the thought. She remembered what happened now as memories about her needs being escalated came flooding back. It was too good to be true.

But, contentment had been a luxury the girl couldn't afford, not even now. She didn't linger in bed for long and swallowed the sensation of glee welling up within her. Instead, she went straight for the blaster pistol and gave it a thorough examination. It was light and appeared to be functional. For the duration of the trip, there'd be little use for it, but it gave her a sense of control she didn't have for a long time.

Afterwards, Phoebe eased into her chosen attire. "Tight!" That thought occurred to her when it had some trouble sliding past the curves of her bubble butt. "At least it's not lingerie." It took some effort, but she managed. The suit hugged her curves, but that was nothing compared to what some people had her wear in the past. Once the boots were on, nice and tight, emerald eyes flickered to the bathroom. Phoebe had been cleaned up before ending up here. Another shower would've been a blessing, but nothing would ever wash away the horrible taint these past few months imposed on her. As a result, Phoebe passed up on it. She'd never feel clean the same way again, but keeping her voice down might allow her to forget until she had to make use of it again.

"Alright, time to focus on business." She strapped the holster down and let the weapon sink in before heading over to the computer. Along the way, Phoebe couldn't help but wonder about the node Aegir mentioned. It had to be there, for reassurance or whatever, but nothing looked nor felt out of the ordinary. If he implanted it like he said, he had to be doing a damn good job at it.

As for her assignment, checking the computer seemed best. Assuming she was on a ship already, she wished to learn what was needed to handle it. She accessed the terminal to gather basic information first. Ship class, layout and such were drawn upon, along with current location and flight path if she was already underway. Aegir wouldn't be with her, that much she knew, but he might've put the ship on autopilot before leaving.

In any case, Phoebe lacked the destination and hoped it'd be there. Having been to many places, finding the one he meant would be impossible without a hint on his part. Or maybe she'd simply forgotten he told her about it. But, once that was done, Phoebe made her way through the larger door. Even if Aegir was nowhere to be found, she agreed to the terms. She wasn't the kind of woman to back out on anyone.

Operating the computer was well, funny. It did not activate straight away like she would have expected but in short order she found that it had to be registered first. It was brand new, the registration took a few minutes, she was able to set her passwords and got everything set up prior to uncovering the information she was after.

She was on a freighter, a mid sized ship that could carry half a dozen passengers but could be operated by the individual. The model was fairly recent too, not the newest but one of the top of the line models. It wasn't one she had heard of but knew the company so the ship had to have been released at some point during her enslavement.

The weapons were a degree lower then her last ship but seeing that this was a civilian model weapons and shields were not likely to be the best. Still in both areas hey were pretty good. The sensors were by far better, there were so many different arrays that could be detected. Another plus was that it was far more maneuverable but not as quick as a fighter not that she would have expected it. All in all it was just a hair below or above her last ship save for the sensors.

It even possessed the expensive real time communications systems that most military vessels had and a few luxury ships.

Logs on her ship tapped into local computers updating star charts and providing her with a location. She was still docked at a planet she had never visited before but had been in a sector of space she was familiar with. But being a new computer there had been no information left for her as to were to go. It wouldn't be until she was just about done with breakfast that something pressed into her head in much the same fashion as Aegir's earlier telepathic communication with her.

Viryon. In the Asteroid Belt of Spectum.

The old race course for spacers That asteroid belt was where her enslavement kicked off too. This time she had better sensors, not that that would keep her safe from whatever could be hiding out there. According to the star charts it was not far from here either, a short hop from here. It seemed that that planet was the one that she was to go to, for whatever reason she felt that those words had not been a conscious memory on her part. Maybe she was told before she went out, maybe Aegir was still close by or there could be any other reason that had not occurred to her.

Initially Phoebe feared the computer refused to initialize, but the surprise had been more than pleasant. At the same time it filled her with hesitation. She'd reached out, but paused, then gazed at the display in idle recollection of her thoughts. The last time she got anywhere near such a device, she'd been punished for it. Freedom was an unknown to her still. She was afraid of reaching out for it as much as she feared getting stuck in that particular state forever.

Yet when the woman's mind finally pushed through these concerns, she couldn't help but sigh in relief. She set everything up for herself. Merely typing in the letters and reading out her own name on display filled her with warmth. It reminded her that person still existed, that she wasn't completely broken. Then, her lips creased into a smile. "It feels strange to smile again and actually mean it for once."

But, the mission came first. Information came flooding in to answer her inquiries. The ship certainly wasn't shabby. Aeger didn't cheap out on her. Where and how he acquired it, well, she left that one unanswered for now. What mattered was that they got it.

If he didn't use ships for travel she may be allowed to keep it. A distant hope, sure, but he had no use for something of the sort. After all, there was nothing else she could use for her own purposes. She'd be stranded or stuck with him. Whichever the case, it could wait. As for her previous ship, Phoebe could only wonder. Months passed since that time. It used to be a favorite of hers, but was likely turned to scrap or refurbished in some fashion, if not destroyed to keep the Directorate off their tail.

After discovering the real time communications system Phoebe halted dead in her tracks. "No. You can't and you won't." Her hands clenched into fists. "Not now." Again, months had passed and that went for both sides. Aliens violated her, tormented her, crushed and rebuilt her to suit their needs. She endured months of slavery, of getting fucked until there was nothing left only to resume the next time she woke from slumber, working for one of these vile creatures. There were other unfortunate women, some of which turned their backs on their own selves to become perfect slaves. She saw what happened to those who resisted. They were treated like cattle, their bodies bombarded with pleasure while machines stimulated their altered breasts for whatever milk they could hope to produce.

Many of them were abandoned by the people she worked for. Were they acceptable losses? Was anyone even looking for them? No one seemed to give a damn if one Slaver Queen could keep such a grotesque number of them to herself and get away with it. She got lucky. Vespira sold her which opened a way out. But, she still lost months of her life to serving new owners.

Phoebe let her hands drop. There was no need to contact anyone for now. Aegir got her out. She owed him, not them. It was time to focus on the task at hand.

"Telepath." That much came to mind when the location had been disclosed to her in some fashion. It felt strange, exceedingly so and yet Phoebe didn't care to explain it though the gist of it didn't elude her. Still, these words brought back memories. She dreaded the thought of going back to where Vespira's subordinates once captured her and however Aegir managed to speak to her now served to do little more than unsettle the former agent further.

The circumstances were ideal. She had a long rest and satisfied her appetite. It wouldn't be a long trip either. Stepping into the cockpit for the first time had been a delight, too, as her fondness for such a place came rushing back to the surface.

Curious yellow eyes danced over the various controls in the cockpit while her fingertips traced along the leather clad chair here. Her legs felt wobbly as though they were about to collapse from glee. She barely held back a grin born of the jubilance coursing through her system. "It has been some time." A content sigh filled the air as the young woman eased back into her seat. Her palms dragged over the armsrests, drinking in the feel of her newfound position. "You and I will become good friends, I can tell."

Soon thereafter, Phoebe flicked a few switches and roused the engines to life. What a marvelous sensation it was when the ship hummed beneath her. It purred like a kitten to the experienced pilot. There was no greater happiness within her than in this very moment and taking off amplified the tingling sensation in her stomach. For the first time in months, Phoebe experienced genuine joy. But, these distractions were brief. She had the location and headed for it. Sensors were up and running the whole way, each set to maximum distance. She didn't expect any more surprises this time, but what happened last time couldn't be allowed to repeat itself.

It was months and while she powered up the vessel she was contacted by someone in flight control who sounded a bit irate, declaring that she had to file clearance to leave and so on. There was a brief delay in departure, space lanes were given to her and all that. She was on her way and found that she had not lost a step.

Everything was still fresh in her mind, either the information had been stimulated or she just never forgot it in the first place. Familiarizing herself with the ship the controls were more or less where they were in her last ship. Most control layouts were the same though there were a few species that set things apart from the galactic norm those ships rarely made it to the open market without being converted over to a standard model.

There were a few things that were set out differently but nothing essential in a heated situation, environmental controls, lights, artificial gravity and so on. She even found that there were some sweets her. A closer look over the stores of the ship revealed that there were plenty more with foodstuffs fully stocked, sealed suits in case of emergency or having to set down on a planet lacking atmosphere and so on.

She had to make a short jump into hyperspace which gave her the time to thoroughly look over things. Since she had to register the computer there was nothing logged into it but there was a datapad that listed an inventory in the cargo haul, which was empty outside of a few containers and the datapad.

A list of clothing, food stuffs and even weapons. The armory was unlocked as she had to establish the codes now but contained a few other blaster rifle, a blaster canon and a few blaster pistols along with numerous power cells and a half dozen grenades, 2 smoke, 2 ion and 2 fragmentation.

When she got to the asteroid belt of Spectum she had to use more care. The place was used as a race course for he best pilots. Sensors set to maximum in an attempt to thwart any unexpected surprises she was skilled enough to pilot a bit faster but being a bit paranoid she could increase reaction times if there were surprises if she kept the pace slower.

Shields had been a most too. Occasional she did pick up things with her sensors, debris from years and months ago from crashed ships, there were many as the field was dangerous. At times there were other hazards such as space mines that stayed clear from colliding with objects unless metal got too close where it would be attracted to a ship and detonate, something racers would find difficult to avoid at their high speeds but with her sensors she could discover them far enough out to change course. Other hazards weren't as easy to avoid like automated weapons set into some of the asteroids. They only fired at close range but her shields were good enough to take a hit or two, get far enough away and get them back at full power before continuing on.

She felt that they may have been a lot of them closer to whatever finish line there was but things drifted all the time and not knowing where the finish was made her weary of asteroids that were clustered together.

In time she came to Viryon, one of the larger asteroids. So far the only other ships she encountered were the fragments of crashes. Doing some detailed scans she found that there was a structure down there, there were no energy readings and all was dreadfully quiet.

Scouting everything leading up to Viryon had been far from pleasant. She made a few mental notes as to which items were available within the ship itself, but that was the last moment Phoebe could truly relax. The whole place was a mess speckled with debris, mines and other automated weaponry which opened fire on nearby vessels. It would've been hell if parts of it didn't send an unusual thrill through her. She loathed danger as much as anyone, but the excitement brought back memories of times in which she felt far more alive than she did up until now.

It didn't last forever. Beyond the murderous cluster Phoebe finally reached her destination. A discovery had been made. She observed a structure surrounded by absolutely nothing. There were no concealed batteries ready to fire on her position or mines that'd rip her ship to shreds at the slightest mistake on her part. Nothing more than a structure of some kind and rocks. She was torn between disappointment and relief at having found no distinct threats thus far.

Phoebe hovered at a safe distance and suited up before anything else. She gathered there was no oxygen and wished to be prepared since even on approach it'd be a blessing to wear one. If she missed anything and the result would be a gaping hole in her ship, the ship may jolt from rapid decompression, but at least that much could be compensated for whereas a lack of oxygen without a suit could not, not to mention the resulting vacuum.

She refrained from eating anything for the time being. With her altered mouth exercising restraint had been for the best. A clear head would be preferable to whatever lust the mere act of gulping it down might bring to her system.

A blaster pistol came with the flight suit Aegir must've provided for her which was good enough to handle herself in countless situations. Having one was a must, no matter the scans. Although the sensors showed nothing, Phoebe didn't entirely trust them on this one. Then again, what could she expect to find down there? More traps? She was going to find out sooner or later. Well, at least Aegir wasn't wrong about there being something here.

Soon thereafter, Phoebe made her approach. Avoiding debris along the way had to be one of the easier challenges. At least it didn't open fire at her. Still, shields were up and currently at full power. She was hoping to find a clear landing site near the structure, perhaps even get a better look at it while closing in. All the while she was making minor adjustments to her flight path as to avoid setting down at a rough angle. Without a ship she might as well off herself as it could be a long time before anyone else dropped in.

There were numerous places to set down on the asteroid. Even the tricky spots she could have handled. Sensors pulled up nothing of relevance save for that structure. No mines and no automated weapons went off at her approach.

There was no oxygen out there and the gravity was low. Zero G training with the ADD helped a bit at least the rudimentary training she had prepared her for this. It wasn't exactly the same thing but she took to the awkward hops better. It made her wonder how high she could jump if she made the effort.

There was ice here too, no liquid water.

When she approached the structure it appeared to be a small pyramid of sorts. Inside she had to use the lights of the ship. If it were a tomb then it was robbed a long time ago. Strange murals where painted into the wall depicting a species she had not recognized but one she had. A creature supposedly Aegir or someone of his species seemed to be worshiped.

Various images showed what had to be a priest and the flock. The priest had some sort of green stone etched with runes. It was pyramid shaped and in numerous scenes it was held above the priest's head before a kneeling flock showing it's importance.

Others showed women chained or tied to an alter with this creature coming out of a green light. Sacrifices seemed evident. There were no words, just images so if there had been a deeper meaning she missed it.

This place had to have been picked over before. Coming into an empty chamber there was a stone pedestal. Upon inspection there was a hole atop it that something fit into. But whatever it was had been gone, stolen if it were out in the open.

It had been about the time she finished her inspection that she thought she heard something. Had something been in the pyramid? Had someone arrived a short time after she had? It sounded distant at this stage but eventually she would be discovered. There were various corridors where she could try to get the drop on someone or she could keep moving around which would work only if there had been something here initially and not someone who arrived after her. Unless there was a secret chamber that she missed either here or along the way ...

Then something in her gut pointed her to that pedestal, it already struck her as strange but now she was getting a different kind of feeling about it that she could not place her finger on.

Some kind of ancient tomb or burial chambers opened up before her. At least Phoebe gathered as much given the similarities the structure had to the pyramids. The light affixed to her suit let her eyes gaze further into the unknown depths as she went on to explore, the blaster firmly in her hand though she had not yet drawn it for battle. As a matter of fact, there didn't seem to be anyone around. The whole place was deserted although the darkness gave her the creeps.

The paintings on the walls weren't any better although it offered some measure of clarity on one thing. Aegir's kind were kind of big shots around here a long while ago, enough to get this place built and watch it become little more than a long forgotten location on a rock floating through space. There were no treasures here, not even what Phoebe believed to be the pedestal in which the stone could once be found.

At least the ancient artwork would serve to haunt her well. Last time anyone chained her to a table she was in for months of slavery. She wasn't too fond of looking at the murals any further when the search for something, anything useful in the chamber began.

The sound nearly had her dive into cover at breackneck speed. Instead, Phoebe froze after securing a firm hold on her now drawn weapon. Scans indicated no life existed on the asteroid and the likelihood of these walls being impenetrable seemed awfully slim, but not entirely impossible. Then again, someone might've tracked her down to this location or merely chanced upon the structure at the same time as Phoebe did. They might not even be alone. That would've been too coincidental for comfort. Whichever the case, her mind functioned at full capacity already. She came equipped with grenades and the element of surprise, hopefully. It shouldn't be difficult to make an escape if necessary.

Although the source of the sound eluded her, something else did not. It was little more than a gut feeling which pointed her at the pedestal, but not quite. It felt off. These were strange times, but this felt even farther from usual. She might've decided to set up an ambush, investigate the threat she was dealing with and choose to fight or flee depending on the odds, but this particular sensations roused her curiosity.

She opted for the pedestal and made her way back over with a few cautious jumps. It did her little good as the sound likely resonated across the entire structure, much like the sound Phoebe heard mere moments before. "Well .. A gut feeling led me here, might as well see if it won't take me further."

As the petite blonde investigated the pedestal for anything out of the ordinary once again, perhaps a mechanism of some kind as though that was the whole point of this, she was well aware someone might be closing in on her location. With any luck it'd become clearer as to why she returned here, or the unknown guest was bound to encounter the fairly vulnerable agent. Then again, her assumptions may very well be false from the very beginning. For all she knew, it wasn't a tomb. It could've been a sacrificial chamber as depicted by the murals on the walls and she found herself smack in the middle of it.

She made her way back to the pedestal. Whoever, or whatever had been in here with her grew closer but not overly so. Either it had not heard her or had not been aware of her, in which case she could have ruled out someone getting here after her since her ship would have been discovered.

Nothing about the structure indicated that it shielded her sensors. She didn't get any life signs or power readings from the place so it was possible that it block something.

Looking over the pedestal she was able to determine a few things. One being that it was the same sort of stone that the pyramid was made of, save for the green runes inlaid into it which had been another stone, nothing that was precious in nature.

The pedestal couldn't be moved, carved out of the same stone or more likely fit into place after being moved here. That hole could hold something, likely one of the points of the pyramid shaped stones set into it and either activated it or held it for display. It was to narrow to get her blaster in but maybe a finger.

She could see that there was some sort of button at the bottom maybe a half inch in, no more then an inch, that likely triggered something. Either it activated the stone or did something else but there was only one way to find out for sure.

Pressing the button would produce a grating sound as a portion of the wall ahead of her slid open revealing a staircase. At the same time the thing in the pyramid hurried in the direction of the sound, she still had some degree of time, at least half a minute by the sounds of it, but there was no mistake that it stopped searching and came straight in this direction.