Ashana had found herself in a position where she was suddenly no longer particularly useful. The access/utility corridor didn't have a cock, and didn't bleed. It was an enemy she had no ability to influence. It was Kala's world now, one of machine and circuitry. Ashana looked on with a raised eyebrow as Kala's  eyes vision became razor focused, darting to each component knowing in moment what it was. Ashana could hardly make out what lead to what, and yet to the human the tangle of components was like a book, open with its pages plain to read. She had to admit, she was impressed.<br/><br/>When Kala's eyes seemed to zero in on something higher up in the corridor and she asked for help, Ashana moved immediately.<span style="color: darkorchid">Yeah.</span>She answered, took a step out to expose her thigh, and gave it a smack.<span style="color: darkorchid">Step up.</span>She cupped her hands at her waist and waited for Kala to get her feet steady while Shira set the Shotgun on the ground to help steady her. Ashana's breasts ended up against Kala's butt, leg, hip, and even brushed her groin as the women struggled to get Kala up higher. Ashana heaved, letting Kala get up into her shoulders as needed while she braced herself against the wall in the narrow corridor to give the Human a more stable platform on which to work. Shira grasped Kala's ankles to keep her steady, inconveniently putting the Asari and she in close physical contact. The awkward sexuality of the struggle was lost on both of them, however. The mission superceded everything.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">Kala, what's going on up there?</span>Ashana asked, having a fairly clear shot up between the Human's legs at her snatch.<br/><br/>The network information was predictably encrypted. The base's exterior systems were advanced enough to thwart ships, but the base's security systems weren't nearly as complex. They apparently had never had to deal with an intrusion locally before. Even so, wired into the system was a fail safe trigger that would send most of the systems into a locked out mode, essentially closing most base accesses immediately if it was tripped. It was an aggravation and an inconvenience, but nothing Kala hadn't seen before. Buried in the data lines were those for door access, cameras, the array, access to the deploy-able barrier system on the roof, and a remote heavy turret on the roof. The turret would require a great deal of time to hack, as it was keyed to a cipher encryption that only the local security hub in facility C had.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Batarian smirked even wider as Milenya disrobed. He tried to peer at her groin as she settled herself. There was a perverse satisfaction in his face as she relieved herself. He shifted his weight on his legs, loosening and tightening the grip on the weapon as he watched. Batarians' didn't sweat, but if they did he would have been.<br/><br/>When Milenya leaned forward, her breasts hanging, and asked if he really wanted to sit this out. The Batarian cocked his head and blinked his four eyes. A conflicting series of thought bounced around in his head, thoughts of a ruse, the danger of playing with the boss' toy, but his erection made those tiny little whispers next to the justification to fuck her. She was a woman, he had blade armor. If she jumped him, all he'd really had to do is grab her and she'd be skewered. And those lips of hers did want a cock between them.<br/><br/>He smirked, dropped the Firestorm out of one hand so held it aloft in just his right. With his left he messed with the groin of his armor, popping off the crotch plate for easy access. After a moment of working at the under skin of the armor, his cock fell free, erect, his balls swaying.<span style="color: darkgreen">Yeah... why don't you go ahead and show me that Azure...</span>he said, grabbing he shaft of his cock and rubbing. He appreciated her response.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">Alright, whore, lets see what you've got.</span>He said, grasping the base of his cock. He let out a hissing breath between his teeth as she slid it into her mouth and went to work. He reached down with his left hand and grasped the back of her neck at the base of her skull, beneath her head scalp crests, pulling her onto him.<span style="color: darkgreen">Yeah... you've had some practice haven't you.</span>He grinned, tensing as spikes of pleasure surged. He let her bob and slurp on him for a some time, until he felt his climax rising, and pulled her from his cock.<span style="color: darkgreen">Ah ah, careful, this things loaded... and since your so kind to offer...</span>He wasn't about to waste a chance at a pussy like her's.  He grinned and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet. His gloved fingers grasped her breast, squeezing. He was frustrated by the lack of feeling that the thick gloves caused.<br/><br/>The Batarian took her by the waist and pulled her out of the bathroom stall. He flicked the Firestorm off, the bead of fire at nozzle flicking off. He discarded the weapon, uncaring, onto the ground. He walked toward Milenya, his cock, glistening went stick out lewdly. He felt the lust in his veins. He swiped his arm across one of the round tables, clearing it and sending the cards and cups to the floor.<span style="color: darkgreen">Lay down.</span>he ordered.<span style="color: darkgreen">On your back. I want to see those tits.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>