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Re: Ghosts of the Storm (Termite)
Combat (19) - 13+2 = 15, fail (lose 4 HP)
Naughty (21) - 7+6 = 13, fail (lose 8 Lewd)
Tech (20) - 8+11 = 19, fail (lose 1 Knowledge)
Carnassus just laughs, the sound echoing around the room and around Maria's head. The heavy rifle shots spray as she is yanked away by the grapple, some sparking against the metal walls and blast doors, some hitting the monster.
She doesn't even flinch. The armoured blades on the back of her arms just absorb the shots, little bits of bone, or whatever it was, flying. Then she charges, the bulky creature lunging across the room far faster than anything that lethal should move. Maria yanks at the grapple, desperately trying to dislodge it for another escape - and just as it comes loose, looks up.
Carnassus grins toothily. "Caught you." Then a clawed fist hammers home, and Maria is slammed into the wall, the breath knocked from her. The armour absorbs most of the damage, but she knows that the attack wasn't even a serious one. She was being toyed with.
As she struggles to breathe, Carnassus picks her up, pinning her to the wall one-handed. "You know, I really don't understand humans. How on earth do you have the hubris to consider yourselves masters of the galaxy? Oh, right. Of course. You breed like no tomorrow. Sometimes it seems all you're good for."
The red eyes look at her scornfully. "You're certainly no fighter, if that's the best you can do. So let's try you at something else." A long, razor-edged claw reaches out, and tears apart Maria's armour with a small effort, strips of metal peeling off like paper, until nothing guards her pale, quivering flesh from the alien predator. The blunt, befanged muzzle nuzzles against her stomach, her breasts, the hot breath making her feel exposed, more exposed than even with the insane surgeon in the sickbay.
"So delicate... so tender..." Carnassus giggles, her tongue flicking out, the long, prehensile tool squeezing at her nipples with surprising strength, the sensation hovering precisely on the gap between pleasure and pain. This is no precise, mechanical examination. These are the actions of one who knows a bit about how to stimulate human biology... and given the number of crew on the Storm, it doesn't take much guesswork to work out where she's been practicing.
"You... Maria... are mine..." A heavily ridged knuckle jabs against her sex, rubbing against it mercilessly, those lethal claws just close enough to generate fear, and yet far enough to be safe. "All... mine..."
Willpower - 30/30
Combat and HP - 2 and 16/20
Explore and Stam - 6 and 19/30
Tech K-H and Knowledge - 11 and 9/10
Naughty and Lewd - 6 and 32/40
Combat and HP - 2 and 16/20
Explore and Stam - 6 and 19/30
Tech K-H and Knowledge - 11 and 9/10
Naughty and Lewd - 6 and 32/40
Combat (19) - 13+2 = 15, fail (lose 4 HP)
Naughty (21) - 7+6 = 13, fail (lose 8 Lewd)
Tech (20) - 8+11 = 19, fail (lose 1 Knowledge)
Carnassus just laughs, the sound echoing around the room and around Maria's head. The heavy rifle shots spray as she is yanked away by the grapple, some sparking against the metal walls and blast doors, some hitting the monster.
She doesn't even flinch. The armoured blades on the back of her arms just absorb the shots, little bits of bone, or whatever it was, flying. Then she charges, the bulky creature lunging across the room far faster than anything that lethal should move. Maria yanks at the grapple, desperately trying to dislodge it for another escape - and just as it comes loose, looks up.
Carnassus grins toothily. "Caught you." Then a clawed fist hammers home, and Maria is slammed into the wall, the breath knocked from her. The armour absorbs most of the damage, but she knows that the attack wasn't even a serious one. She was being toyed with.
As she struggles to breathe, Carnassus picks her up, pinning her to the wall one-handed. "You know, I really don't understand humans. How on earth do you have the hubris to consider yourselves masters of the galaxy? Oh, right. Of course. You breed like no tomorrow. Sometimes it seems all you're good for."
The red eyes look at her scornfully. "You're certainly no fighter, if that's the best you can do. So let's try you at something else." A long, razor-edged claw reaches out, and tears apart Maria's armour with a small effort, strips of metal peeling off like paper, until nothing guards her pale, quivering flesh from the alien predator. The blunt, befanged muzzle nuzzles against her stomach, her breasts, the hot breath making her feel exposed, more exposed than even with the insane surgeon in the sickbay.
"So delicate... so tender..." Carnassus giggles, her tongue flicking out, the long, prehensile tool squeezing at her nipples with surprising strength, the sensation hovering precisely on the gap between pleasure and pain. This is no precise, mechanical examination. These are the actions of one who knows a bit about how to stimulate human biology... and given the number of crew on the Storm, it doesn't take much guesswork to work out where she's been practicing.
"You... Maria... are mine..." A heavily ridged knuckle jabs against her sex, rubbing against it mercilessly, those lethal claws just close enough to generate fear, and yet far enough to be safe. "All... mine..."