<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/7925b4f8b8ad27c57c7c05db6f7187fd.jpg)</div><br/><em>Pierce sighed slightly and raised a gloved hand to wipe the sweat from her brow.  Why did these stupid solder assholes insist on fighting where it was so hot and humid?  She hated feeling all sweaty and gross... it always made her think of the marathon fucks where, by the seventh hour she felt sticky and unkempt and gross and yet people still kept bending her over various objects!  <br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes and looked out over the jungle.  They were out there... and if she thought the orgies were tiring before, they would be infinitely worse if the insectoid people go ahold of her... that is, at least, what she had been told repeatedly.  She had no reason to doubt it... at least here there were regulations that a soldier could only be forced to work for thirty straight hour, and as far as the Tau Ceti were concerned, getting fucked was her job.  <br/><br/>She shook her head... that was definately not the case for the Xorian... and thats where her cute little rifle would come in, to defend the perimeter if the enemy got this far.<br/><br/>Abruptly, she felt her legs splay wide apart as a bar materialized between them.  From her prone position looking out over the battlements, the change did nothing to affect her sighting or her position, but it would give anyone standing behind her an excellent view of her camel-toe through the skin-tight surpression armor she wore.  Looking angrily around she slammed her palm on the stones of the battlements.</em>"Eyes front asshole!  There are more important things to do right now than think about that!"