Sensations raced to overwhelm her mind where the body had long since found rapture. Since Gorjen, it had to be closest to not only feeling, but becoming whole. Surface thoughts eluded her, swimming amidst euphoria. She hardly knew her right from her left when the very pleasure centers of her brain were affected somehow, nor was she fully aware of it happening. Phoebe couldn’t be bothered to care about it either. Psionics or not, nothing felt better than experiencing such sought after relief.

That hot jet of seed filled her up, adding to what’s been shooting inside her thus far. The blonde’s smooth belly swelled a little throughout, those vice like folds tight enough to hold it, but not for long. Their mutually assured mess pooled between trembling bodies, both fighting for air in this heated feast for the senses.

Still hard, that pounding heart beat echoed throughout the woman’s passage. She cherished it, letting it overcome her panting form just a few more moments, adrift in orgasmic bliss. Finn’s thanks had been amusing if unfitting, but nothing that’d sully the pleasure running through her veins at the time. Then, after basking in this glorious embrace, Phoebe caught more than the scene she’d indulged in this whole time.

Hope lingered not far from them, watching them. Eyes met, an undeniable exchange ensuing between the two which hardly needed words in the first place. As quickly as shock rolled through her being, however, that same emotion started to ebb when realization hit. She knew what was going on, what their hidden audience of one had been up to for who knew how long. Not backing away instantly certainly cemented that notion in her mind. Whether that or the thought of being observed further proved to be the greater thrill, would be tough to tell, but both were far from bringing ruin to the experience.

Now, what did Finn think of that? As far as Phoebe could tell, he couldn’t see Hope at all. However, his hardness had her ponder just how much he’d been sated. She’d been with plenty of lovers, most of which lasted more than a single round, going so far as to outlast her more often than not. It’d have been a bit embarrassing to admit her appetite matched theirs in much the same way, but it was the truth.

Hips stirred after the two of them had been dwelling in each other’s company, hands roaming one another in a constant pursuit of that delightful touch. Lightning shot through her even with that gentle motion. Lips produced a tender gasp then, her body sensitive during that inescapable but ever delicious afterglow. They masked his once more, taking what little breath they’d both amassed and replacing it with more of that burning desire.

“There’s still time ..” She cooed when their kiss broke, lust drunken eyes having fallen away from Hope long ago to gaze deeply into their alleged captive’s. They wouldn’t have time to explore just about everything, but it’d be a shame to let his first time end there. He’s probably been longing for something of the sort for far too long to be keeping things limited to just one go, let alone doing things the same way twice. “Think you wanna take charge for a change?”

Finn's eyes shine briefly at that. A glitch? Was she mistaken? His hands still on her with that. Oblivious to the presence of their audience it was hard to say how he would react. Then again seeing that Hope was occupying herself Finn may have continued on heedless.

With his skin tingling he answered her. “You mean that?” He had been surprised that she wished to see what he had to offer. The vibrations may have ceased but now Finn throbbed quicker than before matching the excited pace of his beating heart.

He shifted a little beneath. Still sheathed in that molten heat he held her hip with one hand while the other used the arm rest to right himself. Once standing he was quick to grab her other hip. It wasn't long before he had her seated on the console. While their mouths were engaged he used one hand to tap at buttons locking down controls. Even without sight he did an admirable job of things.

Once done his lips disengage from hers with reluctance. At the same time he withdrew from her warm embrace. Their combined juices spilling out to the floor. Finn then stripped away what little clothing was still in the way before getting on his knees.

His head vanishing between her thighs. His tongue working like a scalpel in the hands of a surgeon as he went to work on her clit. Over it, around it. He cradled it in his lips and sucked. With a pant painting over a thigh two fingers on his hand explored her folds. First sweeping over them then pushing into those soaked depths. Just like his shaft those fingers knew the way to those innermost secrets. Pressing against erogenous zones as he continued his assault over her clit.

Working to draw her near her own release Finn would stop just short on purpose. Slowly standing, hands roaming along her form he helps her down from the console only to spin her around without a word. In that short time she could see that he was still nice and firm. Not that it takes much time to know for sure as he bends her over the console.

A hand winding her hip. The return of fingers to her sex while his wet shaft slides down her ample ass cheeks. Halting at her anus that head circles her hole as if knocking against her backdoor. “May I?” He waits long enough for to answer. Well, his fingers don't as the slid inside her. The two now open and close within her even as they press firmly inside those velvet folds.

Truth be told, expectations were low at first. She’d thought of him as someone with little to no experience whatsoever, Phoebe being the one to pop his cherry and make him finally experience how good being with, not to mention inside, a woman could feel. Their silent audience changed that line of thought just a little bit, but of course without removing the fun parts. A neglected body demanded more attention and dragging herself through all those tension ladened situations certainly made these moments sweeter than ever.

Needless to say those same expectations had been surpassed in ways that had her petite form quake and quiver as though their roles were suddenly reversed. Shifted to the controls, drooling around his questing digits with emphasis on how much he’d filled her with, moans and whimpers unabated in fervor as they rang through the air. Hips grew impatient, twitching and on the verge of bucking as Phoebe fought hard not to give into Finn too easily. He was surprisingly good, almost too good. She would’ve been forced to call him a natural though didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. His social skills sure didn’t get him to this point though what he lacked there he made up for in other ways, and far more pleasantly the more he seemed to immerse himself in this rare opportunity.

Shocks of erotic bliss came at her as a tide that never ebbed regardless. When he finally relented, her swollen love pearl felt downright numb from all the attention it received, all whilst throbbing in anticipation. Her jaw slackened to the feel of panting breaths slipping past tingling lips, wondering why he’d stopped when the fires burning through her every tender cell were at their most intense. Short of succumbing to release, her smaller frame was brimming with delight.

Then he turned her to face the view outside, the depths of space, as well as the Orion that lingered somewhere in the distance, a view that’d only keep her guessing as to Hope’s expression and overall state. Unlike Phoebe, however, she’d get to indulge in the same viewing pleasure as Finn with the endowed pilot’s sumptuous rear on display, a fine peach begging for exploration in much the same way as every other part of her being.

Mixed juices still creep along her thighs. A more alert Phoebe would’ve cautioned him then, for fear of him doing anything rash or being too rough when checking another mark on the list of things he’d like to do with her, but there was no time to think. Quivering folds give way to the sound of a moaned, drawn out “Y-Yeeesss~” as her body shot up just a little in response to his sudden intrusion. Nails scrape along the panel before her, futilely attempting to restore some sense of composure to her once calculated demeanor.

This being his first time Finn proved to be a natural. In reality it was a bit more then that. Bloodlines that were intermingled over the generations gave him subconscious knowledge about a wide array of species and their sexual appetites. His was a strange species indeed. Vaguely psychic with genetic memories. Most of which were subconscious ones but it made his kind “quick studies”.

Further, his memories of new experiences allowed him to adapt readily on the fly. Oddly he was an outlier of his kind. They used this trait to better react to and understand others. None of that mattered now in this escape. He throbbed in excitement and future prospects as he turned her around getting a clear view of that plumb backside.

Permission granted Phoebe found that he was a tender lover. While eager for this he showed restraint as the head of his dick pressed against her puckered rear. The push grew firmer as he broke that seal. Well lubricated already he had little trouble in doing so.

“Fuck!” He gasped. His throbbing member experiencing that tight seal she created around him. He felt the movement of his own fingers as they pressed inside that moist pussy. His fingers moved with a little more speed but not by much.

She could feel him throbbing inside her with each practiced stroke. Exploring her as he listened to her reactions. Whether to beg off certain spots or not to probe too deeply. Collecting that knowledge he made all those necessary adjustments. Most of the time her cues were so subtle that most may have missed them. Not Finn. He had her tuned in like a radio station.

On another level she could feel him in her mind. Or rather feel his. Some sort of emphatic bond reached out. Not that she had needed one to know just how excited he was. There was proof of that all around them.

He slapped her ass watching in ripple. His fingers practically lifted her up into his thrusts. Not that he had been strong in reality but he had several years to boost his stats in this environment. Plus she was sleight which made the task easier. Of course with those fingers increasing their pace his thrusts into her ass quickened as well until the pair met a perfect harmony. Neither too fast or too slow.

Surprising her Finn held out longer. He was still throbbing and vibrating within her. It was practically impossible to tell if he was getting close. A hand cupped her breast. Fingers curled into the meat of it while his thumb brushed over the erect nipple. It's twin went unmolested given that his fingers were still working inside her.

Lips fell to her shoulder. As his tongue crept along it she could hear his grunts. As her neck was licked he groaned out louder still. Then he paused as a gush of his seed was injected into her. Phoebe's breast was squeezed as she was reeled back into his chest.

Holding her close as he panted. Filling her in the process. Had their ever been an alien that leaked so much fluids other then a slime? Virtually the whole time he was cumming. He did manage to restrain himself a little towards the end.

“Damn. So good ...” Then he began sucking on her neck as he held her close.

“Unnff!” Crushing that seal had been but one of many steps towards driving Phoebe mad with pleasure. Above and beyond expectations would’ve been an understatement for what he did to her. Lovers came and went with many leaving not a fraction of the impression he’d burn into her mind. Some built that high though few made her truly live it and for a first timer he still could’ve been among the best of them.

As for how he managed to fill her with that much of himself, Phoebe had no clue nor truly cared to find out. Finn always seemed to be on the verge of bursting yet depositing more molten seed inside her at the same time. Was that just how his species functioned? Was it the game? An illusion perhaps? She couldn’t hold a thought long enough to make sense of it. There were more immediate thoughts or rather the lack thereof clouding her very perception to the point of rendering their relentless lovemaking more of a lust drunken fever dream than anything else.

That sexual machine of a man took to her without much trouble. He knew her ins and outs before she even had time to adapt to his recent discoveries. Up close, those feverish grunts only fueled her passion beyond reason, lifting the young blonde’s ecstasy higher and higher until she could endure no longer. Sensitive muscles clenched around questing digits and phallus alike, unable to find their merciless onslaught.

Yet Finn could. He prolonged that high even when her body had succumbed to it, fucking her quivering self from one into the next. Yellow eyes rolled back in time, showing nothing but whites while the poor woman was starting to see nothing but stars.

She thought she was about to black out before he paused at long last. All clarity ebbed had from her mind then began to return in small amounts. Their more harmonic union nearly overwhelmed her fully by virtue of his endurance in that last round. Warmth surged inside her, restoring that sensation of fullness she’d longed for once again. Drool glistened near the edges of her mouth, lips wide agape in awe and a constant struggle for fresh air alike. Sweat adorned the woman’s body over, partially held chest heaving with continued delight. Had he fucked her into more of a heated frenzy, those same lips would’ve been blowing straight mist into the air ahead of them.

A familiar tingling numbness swept over her with the suckling against her neck. Soft whimpers escape trembling lips to the feel of failing limbs, the only thing holding her up being Finn having pulled her back against him. It just felt that good. Even now the aftershocks of release shoot through her, rippling off muscles that gripped him tighter than any vice, alternating between tension and relaxation beyond her control.

There was so much of him. She could almost taste him with how ample his climaxes were though that might’ve been the heavy odor lingering in the air, a heady fragrance spurring on her all too slack and content self. That slightly enlarged belly stayed the way it was, her insides containing all he had on offer with his thick spire preventing escape for both liquid and mind numbing heat alike.

What little focus and strength returned to her had been used to reach up and behind her head, arms latching on around his neck though keeping herself upright without him would’ve been impossible. Tilting off to one side, exposing more of that throat for him to conquer between panting breaths, Phoebe glanced back with a faint smile.

“If I was your first, I envy whatever woman’s up next ..” Those same fingers trailed across his skin, running through his hair, then drew Finn in for another taste of her lips. She felt amazing though coming down from another high brought with it a sense of realization. There was no hiding their activites or the resulting mess anymore. Had Hope not been watching them for a time, no amount of excuses could’ve hidden the truth from anyone.

Almost convinced that the game gave Finn far more stamina then normal there was a break in the action. As he surged in her ass as muscles crushed against him. He groaned out in delight as he held her close to him. Then lips targeted the warmth of her neck. Occasionally his tongue would paint over a spot.

His chest inflated into her back as he took deep breaths. Warm air spilling over her neck as more of it was exposed to him. Licking and sucking her there Finn showed no eagerness in braking away from her. While his fingers eventually parted her flower he was quick in cupping and molding her breasts.

“That was my first time. Second, third, fourth, hell I lost count,” he grinned. Only for his lips to taste hers a moment later. His tongue entwining with her own until they both needed to breath. Once they disengaged his hands flowed along her sides until he gripped her hips. Extracting himself from her he turned her to face his grinning features.

Taking half a step closer his lips feasted against hers again. A hand snaking out to flip a few buttons freeing up the lock on the controls then activating the air scrubbers. Still there would be no mistaking the scent in the air for a while to come.

“Unfortunately these are short range shuttles. No showers but there is a bathroom. I'll take care of this.” He gestured to all the mess that they left.

By the time she managed to clean herself up the swell in her belly had been gone. Either absorbed into her or something about the game allowing her to fit into the suit comfortably. By the time she had returned to the cockpit it had been as if nothing had happened. Another edit by the game or did Finn actually do something.

Throughout all this Hope had remained in the rear of the ship. Even though it was clear as to what they did she chose not to walk in on them. Eventually they came upon their target and it was time to do a bit of a space walk. When the shuttle slowed down sufficiently on approach they disembarked before it entered.

Now was the risky part of things. Finn wasn't likely to say anything but there was no guarantee. While the shuttle slipped into the hanger they used magnetic boats to walk on the hull of the ship. Hope had accessed the schematics of the Orion though they were still quit a way from anything really important getting inside was more of a priority before the ship made a jump to FTL which wouldn't be good for them.

“I don't think there will be much traffic in this junction of the ship. From here we can head to the labs or engineering easily enough.” There was a final obstacle. The hatches were locked electronically. Hope wasn't a slicer but accessed a computer on her gauntlet. It stored various codes she had downloaded previously. It should have been expected that something so trivial would be in place. For equipment Hope's luck prevailed in selecting such a tool capable of storing maps and codes that may have been necessary. More of that luck rubbed off with the first code she put in being the correct one allowing them to enter into a maintenance corridor on the outside of the ship. This made accessing the hull easier and kept the flow of traffic down to repair crews. Passive scans detected no damage in this section. Using active scans may have been suspicious so they couldn't be certain. There were no gas leaks or other immessions. Nor spikes of energy that may have reflected a force field to patch any hull damage.

“Where should we head first? Unless we just break shit that the ship can't do without. It will result in a game over but mission success. So …” Hope paused after receiving her answer “how'd it feel in the virtual?”[/color]

“Good luck out there.” Suited up and ready to disembark, that’s all the words Phoebe had to spare for their former prisoner. Sultry bodies more than made up for the lack of lengthy goodbyes not too long ago, and something told her he hadn’t minded it that way. She didn’t either. In all likelihood they’d never cross paths again. Better to end it on a high note than think about it as more than a single stress relieving encounter in a game true to life played on a resort planet.

A brief while of zero gravity before their boots adhered to the Orion made her miss it all the same. Her head was still swimming in the aftermaths of complete and utter satisfaction, but all of a sudden they were in danger again. Tensions were high with their imminent entry to the ship, the final stretch of their adventure and neither were likely to end with them alive, let alone free from captivity. Running into a single Saurian had been troublesome enough, and that’s putting it lightly considering what it did to her with surprising ease. There’d be two more of them aboard the ship, and their resources for dealing with them were running low.

Getting access to a maintenance corridor had been a lucky break to the pair. They were inside the ship now, which meant some of the most challenging obstacles had already been dealt with. As for where to go next, one glance to their equipment had the young blonde doubt the odds were in their favor regardless. She looked over to Hope with a smile and that hot blooded glint in her eyes, each barely obscured by the woman’s visored helmet. “Would be a shame to come all this way and not try for the man himself, wouldn’t it?”

The primary issue had been lack of equipment to spare. “Problem is, we’re low on explosives. Once we’re out, we’re out. Those blasters didn’t put much of a dent in that other Saurian, I doubt the others will be easier. The only thing I can see doing any damage at all’s got to be your blade.” One could only throw so much at their adversaries before they had to make sure their every blow landed exactly where it needed to.

If all that failed, their only option would be to beat a hasty retreat and try for engineering instead. However, that’s the first thing she’d claim to be impossible at that point. The ship would be on high alert, security closing in on their location, and that’s only an issue unless the Saurian hadn’t dealt with them himself. She’d be willing to follow Hope’s suggestion if engineering sounded safer to the other agent.

As for what subject matter came next, despite being beyond open about it back in the shuttle, Phoebe couldn’t help but flush a little, warmth flowing into her cheeks as she glanced away. “Hm? Oh, that ..” She pondered for a moment, thinking about how best to put it although from what she’s seen Hope should already know the answer. “Like the real thing .. All the way through.”

“Makes me wonder how our real selves fare back in those pods ..” Just how much their bodies responded to such intense stimuli in real time, the pilot had no idea. Since it was her first time playing the game, she’d be out of the loop on that one. Perhaps Hope knew, but then again it might be best not to know for the time being. That’d just be a distraction, the potential shame and humiliation of catching herself or rather her clothes thoroughly saturated with desire.

For now, there’s only one thing to worry about. Whichever way they were headed, their mission would soon end. Rifle at the ready, Phoebe constantly scanned the corridors ahead for potential hostiles. They were getting closer to their destination by the second. Time to end this little game, mission success or not.

Hope gazed at the blade in her hand. Then she nodded in agreement. The weapon had been better than a blaster in her hands, not that she was a great shot as it were. She was better up close and personal. Odd in that the blade was better suited against the saurian they encountered. Something about it's scales deflected the bulk of energy blasts to a degree. It didn't protect much against explosions. Grenades worked far better.

Her blade consisted of Nagai steel. Incredibly sharp she knew of fewer things harder. Through crafting techniques secret to the Nagai whose raised her the weapon was sharper than anything she knew of. The weapon was an extension of herself. Hope might have been small but deadly despite that. The Nagai were a slight species that knew how to use the most of their diminutive stature. Hope was even smaller than Phoebe, not by much. Her birth was particularly challenging and she was lucky to be alive.

She calculated. Odds were low in any event. Then glancing to the wrist computer she tapped in something bringing up schematics of the vessel. Hope picked up a few tricks when working with her fellow agent Mia. She judged what she saw. “We can attempt to access their armory. Even if they lack explosives they should have weapons capable of taking down the saurians.”

Even if the saurians owned the vessel their own security should have weapons to deal with them or others of their kind that might attack. If the Orion wasn't their ship she was willing to bet that the captain would want some sort of precaution just in case of the worst.

In any case they had to head in the same direction of the labs provided that their target was there.

She thought about sex in this simulation as they turned to that subject. “I have no idea how our bodies would react. If there was any danger the Keltorians would pull us out. I think they monitor all our vitals so they must be familiar with things that will harm us and other reactions.”

She went quit for a moment then broke herself out of her thoughts. “Alright, we should get started. If we detect a lot of those saurians we might have to make a detour just in case.”

As it were there were no organics in the maintenance areas. When they grew closer to their destination and had to enter the ship they were able to sulk around a bit. No one appeared to be alerted. Nor were the crew saurian. They were a mix of species. Primarily human though the majority of others weren't so intimidating. The bulk of the aliens they saw were orange beings with large eyes, tentacles about their mouths, tentacles for arms and legs and roughly their size. They looked as if their skin was rubbery and moist. They wore no cloths but many had harnesses with various tools adapted to their use.

Sneaking about they were able to avoid most areas of traffic. When they arrived in the area that held the labs it was devoid of traffic. When the corridor branched off they had a decision to make. The armory was down one way. The labs the other. The armory was probably locked so would require a bit of slicing on their part.

Using basic hand signals Hope asked her which way they should proceed after showing her the map on her wrist computer. Then with a firm hold on her sword she moved off in that direction using the bulkheads whenever possible to keep out of sight as long as possible even without any traffic she erred on the side of caution.

“Armory.” Another gesture pointed the aqua haired woman in that direction. She had her doubts about it initially, but first locating then eliminating the scientist didn’t offer much room for mistakes. Who’s to say he’d be in the labs at all? What if he was in the cockpit, or anywhere else for that matter? And what guarantees did they have that the few grenades and blade they had on hand would be enough to take him down? What if there were other Saurians in their path? Phoebe chose to try and at least attempt to gather a bit more gear before the final assault.

Said armory would no doubt be locked and guarded to some degree. Cracking the place wouldn’t be much of a problem, avoiding detection throughout had been the real challenge. She didn’t want to imagine the response of yet another shipwide alert drawing everyone towards them. Tripping that kind of all hell breaking loose situation as was the case back on the Pyro had to be avoided at all costs.

Maneuvering the ships with as much stealth as they could muster, the maintenance crews were a bit of a relief being mostly human or squishy aliens about their size, neither of which were all that intimidating without armor or rifles trained on the two women. She’d been more worried about droids making an appearance somewhere, or a Saurian tasting them in the air.

Which brought her focus back on how fast her heart was beating. It wasn’t just the thrill of getting this far, or mastering the final stretch of a difficult challenge, but the thought of failure. Glancing at Hope, the young blonde couldn’t help but grimace to herself. “I cannot fuck this up bad enough for her to get captured.” Death could be waiting for them at any point. How they’d go out was another matter. It almost happened to her once, and back then it wasn’t just the ship going up in a fireball, quick and simple. Saurians nearly raping her to death ranked among the worst fates circulating in the back of her mind right now, and this scenario contained enough of them to make it happen again.

That couldn’t be allowed to happen. She called the shots and thus felt whatever happened would be her fault. Not a good mindset to have. Winning or losing, as long as they didn’t end up captives it’d be alright. At least that’s what she wanted to believe.

Phoebe shook her head. Focus on the armory. Obtain weapons more suitable for disposing of Saurians. Finish the game on a high note. That’s about it. Luck was on their side thus far. Hopefully, they still had some left to spare.

On one hand whatever ability Hope had was incorporated into the scenario. Most would assume some form of psionics on a subconscious level that influenced events around her. Whether or not that was the case was to be determined. However, this luck factor was offset by the difficulty level.

While sneaking about was difficult it wasn't as hard as it would have been for her outside of Hope's presence. Still they arrived at one of the ship's armories. There were no guards present, no cameras. The door was indeed locked and Hope used the few hacking skills she had to deal with that.

She winced at each noise coming from the barracks area nearby. Attempting to hurry things along these locks were more difficult than the ones used to enter the ship. Still the equipment was state of the art and Hope had a string of codes so eventually she was able to get them inside.

Weapon racks of larger blaster rifles were present along with case of high powered pistols. The designs were a bit different than expect but not so different that she wasn't able to work it out. There were pegs either side of the weapons stalk for the rifles. Each was quit heavy too but packed a punch. After a moment she figured out that they were extra hand, er tentacle holds for the aliens. The hardware was designed to be used by four limbs but a human could use them with less accuracy. The pistols were probably better. Lacking the range of the rifles they were stronger then the standard sidearm. It took more energy for each shot so a magazine didn't have much ammo. Still there were plenty of energy packs, even a harness or two that was designed to carry more ammo. There were probably more harnesses though it would require a lengthy search.

There were also two other devices present among the more mundane stun batons, energy shields and riot gear. Restraints could be found though the main things were the explosives. What looked like pineapple grenades. It didn't take long to figure out that twisting the stick armed the device. Though the grenades were of alien design. It seemed that they would be explosives but could have been smoke, frag, stun or even ion grenades. Hope ruled out the later only because the few droids they encountered thus far were maintenance ones.

The last thing they found might have been a flame thrower. In any case it was heavier than either of them to deal with any efficiency. The armory also had some blades. Knives and short blades that were of low quality.

“Shit! These are heavy.” Hope set the rifle back down finding the pistol more manageable. She acquired a few extra energy packs and grabbed a few of the grenades after pondering what type they were. The cases weren't marked.

Her head perked up. Twisting towards the door just as a canister was thrown into the room. It erupted in a cloud of smoke as cover. They must have tripped some sort of alarm when they arrived.

Enemies poured into the room firing away at the woman. The flashes of their weapons the only thing giving them away albeit briefly. Surprise overwhelmed the pair. Fortunately the shots were set to stun, probably for the same reason explosives weren't used. To keep the ship more or less intact.

It didn't matter that it was a small team. Nor that most of the crew were unarmed. In a ship this size there were plenty of armories spaced about. A team had been deployed rapidly to deal with the situation getting here in quick order. When Phoebe came to she was on a metal cot affixed to the wall of a cell.

There was a toilet and sink here. No mirror just a polished sheet of metal above the sink that gave a decent enough reflection of herself. She was unarmed, the helmet was gone but she remained attired in her suit. There were three walls to the cell the last being clear. She was quick to discover that there was a force field in place.

She was in a detention center. Looking about the area was rounded. A guard station was in the middle of the room with cells all about. Maybe twelve in all each empty as far as she could tell. It was tough to see the cell opposite of her own with the guard station in the way. The station was a rounded desk with various controls for the cells and monitors. She guessed of different spots in the ship since whoever was present could easily see the cells. One of those smaller tentacled aliens had been stationed there. He, it, was unarmed save for a stun baton casually strewn about the desk.

The alien ignored her unless addressed. It did respond to her though it's bubbly tone wasn't understood. After a moment it would go back to the monitors. Whatever the case it took it's job seriously. Some time later one of the Saurians arrived with a human officer. The man was middle aged. His rank insignia was foreign to her but he didn't strike her as the captain.
He didn't seem old enough, though she didn't know how his culture assigned ranks.

The pair stopped outside her cell. The force field was cut allowing them to enter then it was turned back on.

“Ah, what do we have here? Did you honestly think you could recapture him?” The officer said while hooking his thumb at the Saurian in a lab coat. It struck her that the scientist appeared even bigger now. He leered at her with those reptilian eyes. Both awaiting her next answer.

“You might as well detail your plan. The woman that you were with is being interrogated right now so we'll know your plan. How many more of you are there?” Apparently he didn't think that she or Hope had been alone.

Smoke filled the premises. She barely raised a weapon before another hit the young blonde in the ensuing chaos, knocking the consciousness straight out of her. When she finally recovered from the attack, a cell had become her new home.

After gathering enough strength to rise up, the cell offered neither comforts nor objects that could aid in a potential escape. Not that it was the first thing that came to mind. Hope was nowhere to be seen. That very fact nearly had her breathing escalate, though Phoebe avoided slipping into a full blown state of terror. She might still be alive, just not here right now. The number of cells in the area had her suspect as much.

As far as the force field had been concerned, there was no going through that from in here. She did try and touch it once although if it didn’t shock her, it still wouldn’t let her through. That one alien outside turned out to be just as useless as she felt right now. Either it couldn’t understand her or the other way around. She had no choice but to wait things out until two more individuals arrived on the scene.

At first glance, Phoebe couldn’t place the human nor his uniform but the Saurian certainly had a place in her heart mind. Were it not for the horrors of their close company to come, it’d have been the palest these two would ever see her.

With the two of them inside the cell, force field turned off then on to allow passage, Phoebe’s back pressed up against a wall. She almost froze on the onset of panic. Her limbs locked up for a moment. The blonde’s breath caught in her throat, puffing up her petite chest in which her heart beat was suddenly accelerating. Fingers grew numb with fear and tension, knuckles white from pressure as both her hands were simultaneously trying to bunch up into fists and dig into the wall, but to no avail. Widened eyes lingered on the human for but a moment. The Saurian had her attention for the most part, and for good reason.

Not only was there no room to maneuver, but one of her worst nightmares stepped into the cell as well. Warring factions were one thing, Saurians another. No matter how hard she tried to get away, fate would always pull her back towards one of those creatures today. In addition, the pair had killed one of his sons, and boy did this one look huge even by comparison. Whether he already knew what happened to one of his children or not, the situation looked dire. His eyes told him as much, an unspoken promise they both knew the meaning of.

The man in uniform made his inquiries. Meanwhile, Phoebe contemplated the odds of making it out of here once the initial shock of being stuck with them subsided. She had no weapons, nor were there any on them, at least none she could see. The force field was still up, and trying anything with that Saurian in here didn’t make sense. Assuming she could even take down a seemingly high ranking officer on her own before backup arrived or that other alien intervened, that is.

Well, it’s not like she was going to charge at them or anything. As close as they were, just breathing in an out brought her that tiny bit more within their reach. Avoiding the whole situation was out of the question.

It did amuse her though that he thought it’d be that simple to get information out of her. Their comparably lackluster gear made capturing the scientist basically impossible. All the more ridiculous had to be the prospect of there being more than two of them. Did they really think their security was that spectacular that just two women couldn’t make it as far as they did?

She would’ve laughed if not for the severity of their capture. Hope didn’t strike her as one to talk, or at least give up easily, but the difficulty rendered any kind of interrogation as close an experience to the real thing as humanly possible. In the end, it really was just a game. Would it be smarter to just tell them everything and hope the enemy went easy on them? She had no idea. Had Hope already talked, these two wouldn’t be here. That means Hope hadn’t just confessed everything given the opportunity, right?

Then again, did they really get Hope as well? Her luck was insane. There might be a chance she already figured out how to get away from her captors, or miraculously slipped past them in that smoke. As for these interrogators, they could be players, which might make things easier or a whole lot worse, or simple NPCs following established rules. For all she knew they could be lying as well. In any case, knowing full well that Hope’s gotten captured in the first place caused her to feel lightheaded for a moment, and create a none too pleasant ache in her chest and throat as the girl swallowed hard.

Although it needed much to muster a simple response, Phoebe barely stepped away from the door before addressing the human among them. “I’m not telling you shit and neither will she.” She grinned, an expression rife with fake bravado more so than anything else. “That’s why you’re here, no? Because you couldn’t get one little girl to talk? Sucks to be you.”

Yellow eyes wandered to the Saurian, then back again. “Is he supposed to intimidate me? The last one to look at me like that got to eat an explosion face first ..” By now her heart hammered inside her chest, fully expecting them to welcome her cooperative ways with equal measures of hospitality.

The force field caused no pain but it was obvious that she touched something. The sensation sent a tingle through her finger. Worse was the affect that her two guests had on her. She literally backed up against the wall, hands bunching into fists as yellow eyes took in the two before her.

In her panicked state she had not realized that the human had lied to her. The Saurian wasn't the scientist. He was far larger. That lab coat barely contained him. He was the other son. Apparently they didn't want her to be able to attack the scientist. Unsure if it were all part of some plan to get close to him. No implanted explosives had been detected on her. They could not understand the plan, nor did they think a force as small as two people would try to carry out such a task.

The human granted Phoebe a cold smile. “Suit yourself -” before he finished the Saurian acted. Goaded on by her words and taunted about his brother's demise he grabbed the meager woman by the throat lifting her up to eye level as he kept her back pressed against that wall.

What followed was more of a blur. A clawed hand shredded her suit with ease. Tarring a chunk of material away as her breast was exposed. The officer grinned but stepped back clearly intending to watch the folly that her words brought.

From the Saurian a dick slid out from those scales. Swelling just as that force field was cut. It all happened so quickly. She remembered being dropped only to see the Saurian on his knees. A tentacle was wrapped around his throat that he was attempting to pull free.

She heard the pitched voice of the officer. Some remark in a bubbly language and the crumbling of the Saurian. She noted that their were burn marks all over the scaled palms but he was still breathing as the orange jailer dragged him out of the cell.

The officer was alarmed yelling at the smaller alien who ignored him. All the while it focused on the prisoner least she attempt to get out of her cell.

Phoebe processed that the thing was stronger than she would have thought. Even if it had some sort of electrical shock power it was dragging an incredible weight with a single tentacle. From what she caught of the arguing human she determined that he was claiming to be an officer and would have his hide for what he did. She could only guess that the jailer acted not to save her but to carry out the orders it had. Probably to the effect of keeping it's prisoners healthy and safe from danger.

Once it cleared the cell with the Saurian another tentacle stretched out to the controls to turn on the force field. Since it wasn't looking she did have time to attempt to rush the being though he was watching her and ready for her to react.

Prone she did notice that there was something beneath the metal slab of the bed. A rectangular piece of metal perhaps wedged between the cot and wall. If she did nothing it wouldn't be long for the officer to depart in a huff. The jailer would go back to it's station while the unconscious Saurian remained just outside of her cell for the time being.

Phoebe guessed that the visit was unsanctioned. Given how things went the human may have been a player seeking to get ahead in the game. Which ran afoul to whatever rules were in place.

“Eeeep!” Phoebe cried out as the Saurian came for her. Her clothes were shredded, back chafed against the wall, making her watch in horror how he freed himself and engorged to make the woman’s nightmares a reality. Persuasion on their part entailed the usual, but thankfully had been cut short by the woman’s jailer. “Nnh .. Guh ..” She dropped to her knees as well, then on all fours, clutching her throat and gasping for breath. That Saurian probably would’ve choked her out with a light squeeze had he not wanted her to be awake for what’s to come, and one had to be thankful he exercised restraint. In her current stance, there was an object she hadn’t noticed during her initial sweep of the cell.

An opening presented itself just up ahead. The force field was down, and Phoebe didn’t think twice about having a go at it. First, however, the young blonde reached for the object beneath her bed. It certainly looked like metal, perhaps something that could be used as a shiv or similar weapon though it wasn’t really meant to get her much farther than it had to. Once secured, she’d then make a dash through the still lowered field, hoping to try and make a run for it. If she couldn’t see any exits, the plan would change in but a split second to secure the officer if possible, then use him to prompt the other alien to open an exit for her.

Truth be told, what mattered most was that getting out of her cell would’ve allowed her to take a peek at the cell opposite of hers, currently blocked by the station in the middle. If Hope wasn’t there, they might’ve failed capturing her in the first place or took her somewhere else for interrogation. If she was here, however, they’d be a lot better off with both of them out of their cells.

That orange alien was going to be a problem, however. Its strength would’ve made many a jaw drop in awe. Those burn marks were none too reassuring either. Whether it shocked the Saurian or simply touching it caused some kind of irritating reaction to scales and skin, it’d just be another imminent danger to look out for.

With duty apparently above all else, making a move against that thing would’ve been foolish, hence the human had been her target. Scanning the premises for an exit that wasn’t locked or a cell containing Hope had been top priority before that, of course, but if nothing turned up taking a captive of her own made sense. Otherwise, she’d just be locked in with a bunch of her enemies, one of which seemed ready to rape her while the other watched in cold blood, and the third would just drag her back to her cell. She wasn’t thinking about much beyond that. If at all possible, it was time to help herself to a bit of leverage of her own, and the human just happened to be it.

The piece of metal was cool to the touch. Thin and flexible her fingers had to work a bit to dislodge it. By the time that was accomplished the Saurian had already been dragged out of the cell. The stunned human was backing up but his attention was on the jailer. Irritate by the alien so he was less prepared for her advance.

Not the jailer. A tentacle whipped out at her. It stretched as it lashed at her not really caring about the officer. If he got hit that was a bonus. Unfortunately the human was watching the alien and managed to duck in time for that tentacle to whip Phoebe once.

That single lash wasn't stronger than anything she felt before but hurt just as much as a whip with the added bonus of that sting. An electrical charge rushed through her paralyzing her for a moment as she was forced back. And that was with just some incidental contact to her clothed shoulder. That sting was very potent.

By the time she had recovered the field was back in place. The officer arguing with the jailer before storming off. On the plus side she nearly got out of the cell. The one opposite of hers was empty. If the alien had noticed her going for that piece of metal it did nothing about it. Rather she found it beside her.

It was a playing card. She couldn't place the metal finding it as flexible as a card though she was unable to rip it if she tried. Electrical components had to be inside it. Minute circuitry. One side was dark blue the other more detailed. It depicted a swirling mass of fog that moved. Some sort of hologram that played out a scene. Something was in that fog. A pair of yellow eyes appeared to follow her as that fog swirled around the figure.

The jailer had been back at it's station when she heard a booming voice. There was no reaction from the guard and after a second Phoebe concluded that the voice was in her head.

BELZAR CARD 1009 ACQUIRED.

Just how to use it was unclear. Then a moment later that voice erupted again.

TO USE PRESS THE FACE SIDE AND CONCENTRATE.

That ended the tutorial. Not that she had been told to concentrate on what. Likely just to use it. That Saurian stirred once but quickly stiffened again. Even unconscious she could see that stiff rod poking up almost as if it were paralyzed into not wilting. He was breathing so she could rule out paralysis. There was some movement as he struggled back to consciousness whenever that would be.

“Kyaaa!” The current raced through her recoiling form. She dropped back into the cell, stinging pain and contracting muscles crashing down on her at once until that charge subsided. Something to keep in mind when she tried again, but she’d rather not and didn’t have a chance to as the force field was turned back on. Phoebe took the loss in stride while prone on the floor, clothes shredded in an all too humiliating state. Her throat still hurt, but at least she was out of harm’s way for the time being.

Then there was that card. The booming voice had her heart skip a beat as soon as it happened, but the second time had been anticipated. Still, the young blonde needed a moment to connect the dots after everything that’s happen within the past few minutes, at the end of which her lips creased into a faint smile. “Huh .. I’ll be damned. Looks like I was- Well, Finn was right, of course. Lucky me.”

She went on to cower in the far corner of the cell, knees pulled close to her body. An arm wrapped around her exposed chest while her free hand held onto the card, inspecting it on the surface. Was that jailer still watching her?

At least for the moment, Phoebe held back on some initial enthusiasm. Surely this thing would be more capable in the hands of someone who knew what they were doing. The Belzar .. What she knew boiled down to being able to transform into one, albeit briefly, though Finn didn’t mention for how long, whether the card had limited uses and the like. It’s not like she’s been playing the game as much as he had. For starters, concentrate on what? Just press the face and figure it out? Phoebe opted for a closer look first, uncertain as to what it wanted her to do exactly.

The animated side of the card depicted some kind of fog. Yellow eyes emerged to stare at the pilot, tracking her, or that’s just her mind playing tricks on her again. Finn shared the Belzar happened to be quite diverse. Was she to assume that’s what this particular Belzar looked like and what it could do? Hide in a permanent smokescreen? Or even become the fog? Could she really turn into that thing? She wondered how that’d end up feeling. Probably quite disorienting.

Yellow eyes glanced to the cell's entrance. How would that force field treat smoke? Would it be any different than simply trying to run through it? Yeah, like that’s ever worked out before. Worst case, it’d stop the woman turned Belzar dead in her tracks and it’d have been for nothing.

The thought of waiting for someone to lower the force field troubled her more. Eyes wandered to the body outside her cell. That Saurian wouldn’t lower the field, for obvious reasons, but Hope was still out there. The jailer stopped him at just the right time, but he wasn’t going to be unconscious or focused on just the young blonde forever. If he couldn’t have her now, and they really captured and were interrogating the beautiful femme fatale elsewhere at this very moment, all he had to do was bide his time then take his desires out on their other captive. All things considered, Phoebe’d rather attempt to break out than to effectively be out of the game for who knows how long.

Were there any other routes available? A vent, maybe cracks in the cell, something to allow the player more than a simple idle phase? She had yet to use the card, but it made sense to her not to try the force field route with this.

Phoebe’s gaze drifted back to the card. “Well, looks like you’re my only option. Here we go ..” She inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled whatever concerns she had, building up her confidence for what’s to come.

With the card in her hands, Phoebe then pressed the face with both thumbs, thinking that’d be a good place to start, and began to concentrate. She focused on the card’s image, mostly the fog and the entity dwelling within. First with her eyes open, but if that wasn’t good enough she let them drift closed, wondering whether that’d help her not to think too deeply about the Saurian, or Hope, or that officer and whatever he’d be doing now that he’d been set back by that alien jailer. If only, just for a moment, she could remove all doubts about this working out, then maybe she’d be able to activate the card for a trial run.