Walt and Karen scanned the walls and ceiling constantly as they followed fester deeper into the ground. While they had not made much time since they entered, they knew they were getting close. To make matters worse, they had not encountered a single alien as they traveled and they began to think that they had been tricked somehow. While this thought appealed to no one, they had to begin seriously considering that the aliens weren’t mindless or even animalistic at this point as they walked up to a dead end and fester glowered in anger at the wall.
After a few seconds, fester’s eyes glowed as he looked at the walls then smirked.
“Clever bastards…” he mumbled in what could have sounded like admiration before in a fit of anger he raised his staff and roared, “HELL BORE!” Waves of energy emitted from the eyes and mouth of the skull and they came together into a point before it began to spin then tore into the black material that the aliens secreted and as Fester advanced Walt looked in and saw that the wall that fester just walked through was only one of many that they were now digging through, spaced what seemed to be evenly apart and only big enough for one person to fit through at a time. The xenomorphs had created some kind of maze under ground and they were now attempting to dig their way through it layer by layer. Unfortunately while Iamme was hoping for a less than violent stroll to where ever Piaz was Karen shouted in glee as she began dumping rounds into the denizens that were starting to appear and attack the intruders into their home. Karen was firing controlled bursts of high explosive armor piercing rounds, blowing the aliens back into the openings that fester was creating, While Walt was doing the same to the other side, and in the back of their minds they wondered where they were all coming from.
In the first five minutes they had killed close to twenty of the monsters, and it seemed that the numbers were increasing not decreasing. With a growl of frustration as the next wall was broken through, fester grabbed a xeno by the head and crushed it with the power of his armor’s glove as Karen shrieked a warning at him about the aliens blood being acidic, but fester ignored her as he turned to his left and fired the storm bolter mounted on the back of the same hand and took two more down. “My armor can withstand their blood for a time, NOW...through the breach…I’ll cover you!”
Walt nodded and shoved Iamme through the opening before he climbed in and gunned down an exceptionally large alien that was looming further back in the room they had entered. As Karen stepped in, an alien had grabbed the strap of bomf and was trying to pull her back through when fester stepped up and grabbed it by its neck and screamed, “Death of ages!” Green energy lashed out from his eyes and struck the alien, bathing it completely in a green light before it seemed to shrink and wrinkle, loud crackling and breaking sounds coming from the monster as it gurgled and hissed in pain until it dissolved and fell to the ground in dust at his feet. Before the rest of the monsters that were swarming them could charge forward, fester stepped back and waved his hand at the wall they walked in through and it resealed as if they had never been there. “Continue moving, that won’t hold them long.”
The others looked at him and nodded but Iamme noticed something distinctly different about fester. While before he would have killed through necessity, fester actually seemed to take pleasure from this kill...as if he were enjoying himself.
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Piaz tried to squirm or break free after the nastiness had stopped, but her strength was woefully inadequate. No fault of her own really…it was entirely possible that fester wouldn’t have been able to break free from whatever this stuff was.
She struggled for a few minutes until she was out of breath, until she felt long slimy fingers touch the sides of her face then something long and slithery like a snake wrap around her throat.
Good luck nasty. She thought. This stuff on my face isn’t coming off for…and she felt a trill of panic enter her as she felt the resin or whatever it was on her mouth and chin crack than give way to a disgusting probing rubbery thing that she went to bite down on, but a weird soporific effect immediately took hold of her and she felt herself involuntarily falling asleep while the face hugger settled into position and carried out its primary function in its life cycle.
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As Fester and his allies continued through the maze, Iamme suddenly staggered and leaned against the wall as he got a flash of something he couldn’t identify.
At first it seemed like a phantom pain, then it suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe, and then clarity came to him. “We..we have to find her…they’re already starting to implant her!”
Fester blinked at Iamme before he shook his head. “Wait…you mean they are putting one of those things in her? How do you know?” Memo looked at him sheepishly for a moment before he firmed his resolve no matter how silly it might have sounded. “I..I felt it. It’s starting to put it inside of her!” If anyone else had told him this, fester might have scoffed at them…but coming from his and Piaz’s friend, someone who can literally walk through time, and given the fact that the fetish he made for Piaz was acting like a twelve alarm fire alarm, Fester nodded once and tried to orient himself in the direction he felt she was and led the charge down deeper into the bowels of the enemies lair.
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Darth Baw sat deep in thought as his personal staff made themselves busy around his home. While he didn’t care much for the things that most would, he knew that he couldn’t continue to distance himself from everything. In truth, he had missed some of his old companions. While he had anything and everything most people wanted in life, there were times when he found himself wanting for the old sense of accomplishment when he told someone about a new acquisition, or showed another personal slave off or a new ability acquired from the lords that found him worthy of reward.
Yes while the sith lord had much that people would be envious of, he still lacked in company. He thought briefly as he gestured to a decanter and goblet on a tray across the room and it floated over to him and he poured some ambrosia for himself and he remembered plundering such lovelies as Blue, and Bliss to name a few, and he also remembered spending time with others of a like mind like slick jimmy, darth lord, and fester. Taking a sip and sighing in pleasure Darth spoke aloud. “Ah Fester…I wonder what you are up to my old friend. Are you still brooding in your manor? Or have you finally let the past go and moved on?”
Of course, no answer was forth coming. Besides which, he and the dark one had experienced a slight falling out at some point…although for the life of him Baw couldn’t remember why.
As he thought of this an apparition appeared behind him and he sighed heavily as he felt the presence materialize behind him. “Ah Avita. Had I known you were coming I would have baked a cake.”
The goddess Avita frowned at him before she stepped around and glared down upon his form, eyes glittering like green ice. “Save it worm. You know that I would call upon you last out of anyone else.”
Baw took another sip of ambrosia before he sat the goblet down with a hurt look. “My dear goddess…why would you say such a thing?” He drawled.” You wound me deeply.” Avita growled as she took a step forward and pointed an angry finger at the sith lord. “Do not trifle with me Baw! I know how big your dick really is and if I have to I’ll show it to you…ROOTS AND ALL!!”
Baw’s continence changed only slightly but the hardening of his eyes was obvious. “Really? And you think threatening me is going to change my mind about you how?” Before Avita could answer in the negative or positive, A mumbling voice from beneath her skirt broke in. “Please Darth, I beseech you to help fester, more rides at stake here than the lives of a handful of people!”
Avita looked angrily at her lower half before she made a red leather purse appear in her hand and pulled a long, thick, black vibrator out and lifted her skirt. “Shut it cunt…I don’t need your help with this story!!” Avita’s vaginal lips moved open and closed and if one looked close enough it was in time with the other voice. “No mistress, please…not the black mamba!!” With a sneer and a loud squelching sound, the twelve inch vibe went completely inside of her with a moan of pleasure before she turned the dial from low, to medium, to high, then finally to OH LORDY!!! Before she let her skirt drop with a grin and leaned back against an end table.
Baw, who was never one to turn down a show of this sort clapped in appreciation. “My I must say you do have a way with yourself Avita…now what did your ever beautiful cunt say about fester before she was rudely yet pleasantly stuffed?”
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