<span style="text-decoration: underline"><b>Orgy</b><br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: blue">"I can't believe the lot of you, zeriously..."</span><br/><br/>Neymi audibly sighed through Toi's communicator. She exchanged a quick and incomprehensible conversation with someone on her end, before addressing the tangled bodies and slime once more.<span style="color: blue">"Zeriously? 'they started it'? What are you? Five? Get yourself together, the lot of you, or I fucking zwear I'll be the one to FINISH it and I'm not going to let any of you walk ztraight for at least three days when I'm done! We are on a bloody timer, people! If this Cleaner iniative countdown can't be stopped then we have fourty minutes to grab our gear and loot and get out before nasty ztuff happens. And not the nice nasty either!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Especially you Toi! Zet your danger priority assessment two levels higher zo it takes priority over your base programming." </span>Neymi's voice briefly broke, likely from anger, stress and emotion.<span style="color: blue">"I need you zafe and zound..."</span>The level of concern in Neymi's voice was unusual for her, but really, it could be just manipulation or a sign of the increasing stability she's portraying as the mission continues, and she wasn't very stable to begin with.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">-----------------------------------------------------</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><b>Darion, Cypher and the survivors</b></span><br/><br/>There was a moment of silence from Minsc as Neymi addressed other matters, but her voice rang out of the drone soon enough.<span style="color: blue">"What's your name, zoldier?"</span>She addressed the guardsman, surprisingly amiably, though Darion knew her long enough already to recognize the edge of irritation in her voice.<span style="color: blue">"Both Cypher and Darion are well-equipped, anything walks through that door that we don't approve of and it's dead. You've no reason to be afraid of rape-monsters as long as you listen. zo, hand over that toy of yours to Darion zo that we can zpeak civilly without worrying this might turn into a zhoot-out."</span>Neymi gave the soldier a moment to consider, before continueing.<span style="color: blue">"Don't worry, Darion's a far better person than I. If danger shows up, he"ll give it back zo you can defend yourself. He's a good man... unlike me."</span><br/><br/>The drone then continued by turning it's attention to the Grey scientist still fiddling with weapons construction.<span style="color: blue">"I have nearly complete access to this lab's zecurity and zyztems, but whomever build it was paranoid enough to put a few critical zyztems behind that ztupid voice and gene-lock. Zcience abhorrs zenzeless zacrifice, doctor. Give me what I want, and I promise you, we will take you to a place that has plenty of resources and funding for you to continue your research. Out of the alliance's reach if that's what you want. I've already got enough material to bypass the voice-lock, don't make me get your DNA sample from your corpse."</span><br/><br/>For Darion, another private text message.<span style="color: blue">"The others aren't in critical danger but when you're done here could you send Cypher to blast the shit out of the slime that baited them in a four-thing orgy? Oh, and that Grey might be the one to have activated the cleaner iniative in the first place. It might be a self-destruct, but it might just torch anything organic in anything but certain specified zones. It's what I'd install in a lab that had the potential for a bio-hazard take-over."</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">-----------------------------------------------------</span><br/><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Tech lab, Neymi and ???</span></b><br/><br/>Neymi didn't respond to the mental voice's ominous words. She shot a mild glare at the reptilian creature approaching her for sex while the moans from the tangle in the service room echoed in her ears through her communicator.<span style="color: blue"> "Hold on one zecond, got to address these idiots..."</span>What followed was Neymi's earlier tirade, broken only when Neymi briefly turned to her companion.<span style="color: blue">"If it really wants me to zatisfy it, it zhould get on it's back and enjoy my boot and foot's domination while I get the data from the tech lab's zerver."</span><br/><br/>In truth, Neymi was quite aroused currently thanks to Toi's, Ianthe's and Issirah's lewd affectations being broadcast to her. But she didn't have the time to indulge nor the desire to be bred like an animal. Some foot fetish play would get the edge off and her domination on, at least. She ignored the limbs and gore spread through the lab as she approached the server, addressing Darion's group.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Alright..."</span>Neymi smiled as she connected to the server manually, and looked to her companion.<span style="color: blue">"Get all the physical tech you can. Data drives, AI cores, Android upgrades. I'm pulling everything from the server but there's plenty of goodies here."</span>She turned a far less gentle grin and a very commanding look to the reptilian while leaning against the server. Wiggling her sleek black boot at it.<span style="color: blue">"Be a good boy and crawl over here if you're so desperate for me to attend to you. I'll grace you with my boot so come over and lick it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>