"I doubt that, miss."  The Grey responded, as coms between her, Darion, and Cypher was suddenly cut off.  "I take it she hasn't told you who she is with, has she?"  He stated, continuing pressing buttons rapidly, seemingly moving to circumvent Neymi's attempts to reestablish communication.  "Why don't you tell them what happened with your squad."<br/><br/>The soldier shrugged uncomfortably.  "Whatever is out there... it takes over minds, uses 'em like bloody puppets.  There were more here, but we got an alls ok from another unit.  When we got out there, we found corpses and an ambush.  The only tell is that it can't fully bloody mimic personalities.  If you know SOMETHING that makes that woman tick, than you can find her tell."<br/><br/>"Exactly!  Now, i'm going to open back communication.  If you can confirm it is her, i'll gladly surrender and do anything she asks.  But i'd much rather not simply follow her word at face value for obvious reasons."<br/><br/>**********************<br/><br/>The sound of squelching, Issi and Ianthe's moans echoed throughout the small room.  Sure, Issirah was stuffed full, but at the same time it adhered to her innards rather than simply pushing them uncomfortably, as another tendril began to slide into the hybrid's tailhole.  It seemed to enjoy her, even as she moaned and sought to make Ianthe's into her personal bitch.  This was likely one of the oddest orgies any of them had ever seen.  Not that the slime minded or cared, given its simple nature.  Likely, none of them would last to long given their current condition.<br/><br/>**********************<br/><br/>"Your foot?  You sure are kinky."   The other stated simply, looking around, her eyes glowing softly as several of the creatures began to collect objects, some of them intact, others blown to bits.  In the case of the useless tech, Neymi mght at least be able to salvage some of it and sell it.  It was then Neymi was suddenly cut off from Darion, getting static in response.  After a few seconds, it cut back in.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the creature cocked its head to the side.  It didn't understand the concept of a footjob, and instead thought Neymi was simply going to mount it like a race horse if it licked her boot.  Moving over to her in a confused state, its long tongue stretched out, licking at her boot, before laying on its back, stroking its bright red cock to full attention, which was needless to say about at thick as the cat girl's arm, waiting impatiently for her to mount up, unaware that she just intended a footjob.<br/><br/>((Tech roll, lets see if Neymi can hack the system))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>