The Archanius Alliance is a massive criminal and slavery group that spans galaxies and has its hands (claws, tentacles) in almost everything. The Alliance spaceship RLS-90 specializes in the capture and transportation of slaves, but you'd be wrong if you thought that was the only type of mission he takes. In his eleven years as a member he's done everything from escorting unarmed ships to diplomatic missions. Whatever the AA asks of him he'll do- provided he gets his paycheck at the end, of course!

On this particular day, RLS-90 was in orbit over the planet Kainar. A band of revolutionaries was fighting the tyrannical government, or the benevolent goverment was squashing a corrupt uprising- whatever, he didn't care about that. He was just there to pick up some high-tech medical supplies the rebels had stolen from the government's army. A quick payment to the rebel forces, lift the goods, and he'd easily profit ten times on the black market. Even after the Alliance took their share that'd definitely mean some excellent new upgrades.

So a transport ship landed and a squad of RLS's Model 09 main attack robots marched out. RLS-90 himself stood at the forefront, sneering from the face of Model 05. The Model 09s immediately set to lifting the medical supplies into the ship, while RLS negotiated a price with the rebel leader. He wanted more credits than they'd promised, but RLS was haggling him back down to the original 12 million.

The ship was set down in a clearing at the center of a massive thick forest. RLS had scanned for miles and found no government or ADD spies. But he might soon find that someone had briefly escaped his notice...

Indeed, Quickrose was able to slip into the crate without anyone noticing. The Model 09s loaded crate after crate into the transport ship, eventually getting to the one she hid inside. But after two robots lifted it up, they stopped. One spoke: "Sir. Weight imbalance detected in crate 130C."

RLS stopped his negotiations and stalked toward the crate eyeing it suspiciously. He lifted a hand as if to open it- then turned back to the rebel leader. "I see what this is. You placed a tracking device in this one, didn't you? Or a bomb, even! Going to scavenge me once you've got your cash huh?"

The rebel leader paniced. "No! No, I swear I didn't do anything like that! I never-"

RLS didn't let up, stomping back toward the leader. "You think I'm going to believe a pathetic response like that? How do I know you haven't got your weapons ready to track me the moment my transport ship enters the hangar?"

The leader sweated for a minute. "Look, how about we shave another 300,000 credits off the price, hmm? Just to show my good intentions?"

RLS paused... "You have yourself a deal. The credits have been transferred." His jaw creaked into an intimidating sneer. "Pleasure doing business with you."

RLS smirked as the rebels took off running. He'd known it wasn't their doing from the start. But what was the imbalance, he wondered. A simple packing error? Well, there'd be time to figure that out once the supplies were on the ship. The Model 09s weren't much for analysis anyway. And so with all the hundreds of crates packed away the transport ship took off, heading back into orbit toward RLS-90.

The agent would find herself in one of the eight main storage rooms that sat on the sides of the transport ship. There were windows on the outer walls, showing the stars around Kainar as the ship traveled farther up. A door stood in the opposite direction. There were no guards and the door was open. Why bother if there was no one around but him and his robots?

Outside was a hallway, and down she would find the exit where RLS and his army stood, waiting for the transport to reach the main ship. There must have been a hundred of the Model 09s standing there...

She was going to have to decide soon.

A slight jolt ran through the ship and the engine powered down. The transport had landed in the main ship, and the hangar was visible through the window. RLS stepped out into the hangar and nodded to the robots behind him, and they immediately began marching back down the hallway to unload the crates. Quickrose was in one of the two farthest rooms back, but that didn't mean it would take them long to get to her...

It took quite a long time before anything happened. Rose could hear the Model 09s stomping around her picking up crates. Finally hers was lifted up and carried out. She would be able to hear voices...

"Is that the one that had the abnormality?"

"Affirmative sir."

"Alright. Take it up to the lab on level 13 and leave it for now, I'll send a couple of T2s to examine it later. Lock up the doors just in case it is something dangerous."

"Understood sir."

And the robots carrying Rose's crate continued, down long hallways and into an elevator.

From the sound of the elevator door slipping open it was obvious they'd reached "level 13". The robots moved again, marching down another hallway and going through another door that opened before they had time to stop. The crate was lowered carefully to the ground and the robots turned and marched back out again.

Once Rose lifted the crate lid, she would find herself in a laboratory setting, chemistry-oriented with various test tubes and liquids. Labels read things like "poison #405- only causes nausea, FAILURE" or "aphrodisiac #321- multiple orgasms in test subject, SUCCESS." The doors are locked down and there are no computers available. But there does happen to be an air duct in one corner of the room, almost as high as the ceiling. It looks just large enough for a human to sneak through.

The air vent was filled with softly blowing wind and distant clanks, probably the sound of the ship running. As Rose traveled she might have noticed that most of the paths were blocked off by steel grates, leaving her only one route to take.

But eventually the vent led her to a larger room that could be described as a dungeon. It was filled with high-tech restraint devices, all designed for female humanoids. There were machines in there that would hold a woman spread open and ready for penetration in front and back, chains that would hang her from the ceiling, full-body traps that would overwhelm her entire body with sensations...

As soon as her foot touched the floor, a pair of mechanical tentacles burst out of hidden compartments on one wall. The robotic claws on the ends attempted to grab her by the arms.

Indeed, the super-fast agent effortlessly took care of those four arms. But how well would she be able to defend from another attack, this time from below? Small holes opened up around her, and a series of thinner tentacles spun out to try to wrap around her lower legs.

Meanwhile, a door had opened across the room, and a dozen of RLS's Model 09s marched in, all unarmed but ready for hand-to-hand combat.