Ashana wasn't completely aware of her surroundings as she was mounted on the cold counter top. She had to focus to keep her wits about her, to remain at least cogent while under the drugs initial effects. She could feel the pumping action against her ass. The drugged effect amplified the sensations, and she had to keep herself well under control to stop herself from enjoying it. Even so, she couldn't stop her bodies natural reaction as her cunt moistened. It had, after all, been some time since she'd had a good fuck, and the cock buried in her ass, the pelvis pressing against her rump were stirring up some suppressed desires.<br/><br/>The Batarian was draping the transparent fabric across Shira's chest when Kala made her move. The Quarian only glanced for a brief moment at Kala, trying not to give the whole thing away. The Batarian reacted to the Pistol being taken with only a curious glance at his hip. His brain didn't have time to complete the puzzle before Kala brought the butt of the gun down across the back of his head. He staggered and shouted in anguish, falling to a knee before catching himself.<br/><br/>Suddenly the gun was in Shira's hands. She elbowed back into the guard behind her, but her was still armored, and the strike barely did anything with only her bare skin. She tried to turn but the guard reached around her from behind, grabbed the gun in her hands, fighting to get control of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">FUCKING BITCH!</span>The Batarian screamed, fighting past the daze even as he withdrew his hand from the back of his head, blood covering his hand. He charged Kala at she neared the console, throwing his body into her knocking her forward, against the wall. He fell, Kala rebounding and coming down on top of him.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">Fuck!</span>The slaver fighting to get control of Shira yelled.<br/><br/>The slaver on Ashana looked back as he neared climax and growled,<span style="color: orange">God dammit.</span>He pulled, unwillingly, from the Asari, fumbled with his pants for a moment, then abandoned the effort. He grabbed at Kala, getting a hold of her wrist and throwing her to the ground, then getting down on top of her, her groin plate still missing.<span style="color: orange">Fucking bitch!</span>He yelled, grabbing her arms.<br/><br/>The Batarian pushed himself up and grabbed Kala's legs.<br/><br/>Ashana slumped down off the counter, no longer pinned there by the man raping her. She fell on her ass, back against the counter's doors. She looked at the scene, mustering her awareness and trying to dispel the dizziness and euphoria. The slaver on Shira had grabbed her right wrist and pulled the arm, holding the gun, away, his other arm locked around her throat, which she pulled at vainly with her free hand.<br/><br/><i>Too soon</i>... Ashana thought.<i>It was too soon!</i>She pushed herself to her feet, standing in a slumping shamble as she tried to keep herself upright. She grit her teeth as she pushed with all her will to move herself forward and tackle Shira and her capture. She hit them, falling to the ground with them into a heap. She rolled, struggled back to a half stand, ran at the two on Kala. She hit the man man on top of her, knocking him off and freeing Kala's arms.<br/><br/>The man struggled for a moment, but hesitated as Ashana reached down and grabbed his erect cock, massaging it. He looked at her in complete confusion, so caught off guard that he didn't know what to do. The effects of the drug were waring off, and the wanton look of lustful abandon on Ashana's face turned to a sudden cruel grin. Shegrabbed his balls and squeezed suddenly, he jolted forward in pain as she pulled her arm back and slammed her forearm into the slaver's throat. He made a sound like a gargling grunt as the hit connected on his windpipe. He collapsed, grasping his throat coughing painly and gurgling.<br/><br/>Ashana kept low, her sense of balance rapidly returning as she leveled an uppercut into the Batarian's face, knocking his back, then twisting and kicking his squarely in the face. He fell back, grasping as blood flowed freely from his cracked nasal ridge.<br/><br/>Shira Was on the ground, straddling the slaver who was on his back, both of his hands on her arms as she fought to bring the pistol down and shoot the man, while he fought to keep the gun from aiming at him. Ashana got up, ready to pounce, but suddenly she was falling back down to the ground, the Batarian grabbing her legs and yanking her back to the ground with a wild look of fury on his face, his lips curled revealing the fanged teeth.<br/><br/>Kala, meanwhile, had been freed.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Firas shrugged.<span style="color: blue">Hell, what do I care. I just want the credits.</span>He glanced at Milenya. He sure hoped she knew what she was doing.<br/><br/>Desmond chuckled, watching her hips sway.<span style="color: red">Fine. I hope you like it rough.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: green">Yo, boss man!</span>One of the guards, fully armored, carrying an M-451 Firestorm came around the corner from the checkpoint.<span style="color: green">They're here!</span><br/><br/>Desmond gave the man a nod. The guard stuck his head in the barracks door, told those still inside. A half dozen slavers began exiting in armor with guns. Firas watched, questioning the intelligence of their plan now that they were here and could see just how many slavers were working in the facility. He had never heard of an operation like this. Whoever the slavers were selling to must be paying well into 6 or 7 digits to keep this many people payed and armed.<br/><br/>As the slavers were begining to move out, filling the hall, Desmond gave them both a look.<span style="color: red">Stick around, we'll see about that pay.</span>He said and started past them towards the others, their destination would send them right past the window looking in the room with Ashana, Kala, and Shira in it.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Sorv watched Darion making his move, following along, watching the patrols. He saw him make a move down the northern face when the guards had their backs turned, Sorv's cross-hair firmly on the nearest guard, ready to fire if the worst should come to pass.<br/><br/>He saw Darion in position, just around the corner from the Guard at the back door, knife ready. Sorv readied, then paused as he felt a peculiar tremor in the ground. Sorv looked around him as the tremor became a rumble. He looked up just in time to see the underbelly of the ship pass overhead, followed by two gunships flanking it.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">We've got company.</span>He said, rolling onto his back and sliding down the hill. The algae that had accumulated on his belly and chest from laying in it became makeshift camouflage against the green hillside.<br/><br/>The ship at the head of the formation, a cruel, angular and spiked transport had a clean exterior, black and rust with an emblem emblazoned on the side in gold. Sorv watched, rolling back over and moving up to the crest of the hill against the moment they had passed. He breathed a Quarian curse in disbelief.<span style="color: darkorange">Its the Batarian Hegemony. </span><br/><br/>The transport settled down on the clear landing platform, the two gunships hovering above, the wash from their engines creating undulating light patterns in the rushing air and dirt. The guard at the back door was suddenly alert. The Guards on the roof all had their weapons trained, ready. Sorv had thought they were over prepared before. He didn't anymore.<br/><br/>He didn't have a vantage on the landing platform past loading facility designated A, but he watched, looking through his scope at the gunships, which were heavily armed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>