Neymi quickly was able to hack into the database.  Unlike the bio lab, it seemed the tech lab was into pretty tame stuff.  No genetic manipulations of cloning, just standard tech upgrades.  A great deal of it was stolen and was in the process of being modified so that it could be mass produced and sold, or used.  While a good chunk of it remained unfinished, a few prototype goodies likely caught the hybrid's eye.  One particular one definately might catch her interest called the Hijacker's Glove.  The creature grunted slightly as her foot graced the sensative flesh of his cock, although he clearly felt mixed things about it, not that Neymi likely cared to much.  "Umm... maybe..."  She heard the other say, watching with wide eyed wonder as Neymi hacked and sexually gratified a giant lizard monster.<br/><br/>************************<br/><br/>Slowly, the guard sighed, lowering his weapon and handing it foward.  He was clearly not happy with doing so, but given the carnage outside, it seemed very like the weapon was the only thing that had kept him alive.  Darion's outburst likely hadn't helped any, nor Neymi's on the other end of the com.  "Well, you gonna shoot us or get us out o' here?"  He finally asked, sitting down on a work bench, his shoulders slumped and he exhaled.  Given the state, it seemed entirely possible his body might have been in fight or flight response this entire time.  Whether death or freedom waited, his body was resting.<br/><br/>Clicking a few more buttons, the Grey scientist, however, rolled his eyes.  Pressing enter, three weapons came up on display.  They appeared lighter than Darion had seem, like flimsy toys.  "Good, I finally finished those accursed Gauss weapons.  Getting the calibrations on those magnets was a killer, you know.   Oh... right."  Pulling up his com, he took a deep breath.  "Command override, Artermis Longcock, lead researcher Weapons Research and Development.  Code  'We Shall Be as Gods'."  When he was finished, he went back to work, seemingly caught between three weapons.  A large heavy looking gun, an assault rifle, and what appeared to be a sniper rifle.<br/>******************************<br/><br/>The goo creature continued to hammer at Issi, seemingly enraptured, as Toi found himself getting pushed on more and more.  If he were a normal human, he'd likely have found his body nearly being crushed by the weight and frantic fucking.  But being an android who was getting serviced by the once professional acting assassin, however, he found he simply was at the bottem of a fuck pile.  With a sudden gurgle, Issi felt hot goo filling her up in forceful spurts, spewing out of the appendage and into her womb.  It continued to spew out of her, until finally running out and starting to coat her femcock, running into Ianthe.  Finished, the creature pulled out with a wet popping noise, giving Issi's tail a quick stroke, before simply walking away and back into the vent, its mind returning to its simple fight or flight mode, although there was a distinct hint of satisfaction.<br/>**************************************<br/><br/>As the voice came over the com, the other's eyes glowed.  In that some dull tone, her sister spoke.  "Activating internal organ regeneration.  Estimated time to completion, 24 hours and three minutes."  It stated simply, turning back.  "After that, i'll need a new home and host."  The dull, blank voice likely grating on Neymi's nerves, before the woman's eyes returning to normal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>