Corporate Compliance - Campaign

[Pervy]

Corporate Assistants, Ocean Corp office, Tag: Samantha, Jessie

As soon as the doors closed, security outside, the tech-assistants actually began stripping, their eyes getting an empty expression to them, as one of them informed: "Perhaps your slave-sister will arrive soon, Special ops have already located her hideout. Unless she has aquired dangerous abilities her aquisition should go smoothly."
One of the sexy, almost nude corporate assistants informed, whilest the other nodded.. "We were briefed about circumstances by the mistress.. do not worry, you are among property."
The assistants informed whilest Jessie found herself easily synchronized with the nice, equally as obediant and functional machines.. if that was her brainwashing talking through her ability, or really their outlook none but her could tell..

Sadly, Jessie was too distracted with herself, being horny and eager and a good slave to much pay attention to the other slaves around and their needs.. she'd have to become an even better slave in the future!.. it seemed that the visor, flashing calming directions and instructions would help her with that.. it was hard to tell which of this was her power and which was the visors normal function.

"The workstation was ment to track down your wayward sister, Via, but it appears she ran straight to the hideout, security forces are apprehending her as we speak. Then you will be processed as superior assets and marketing tools for Ocean corp.. oh and I hear you are to assist in a little.. forced corporate takeover, long planned but now moving forward more swiftly, with your aid."
One of Jessie's fellow drones informed her, whilest another assisted Sam, easing her into her feline form.

"You two should discard your non-corporate identities. You will be given a new, more productive backstory anyway. Propably something tragic and inspiering that young people can look up to, the mistress is good at this." Another drone explained.
"Well.. or perhaps inspiering in one case.. more of a maskot in the other." They glanced towards Sam.

"Of course this is how it was ment to be. You give mistress your mind, and she makes yuo happy." A third technician explained. "This one was actually one of those developing this technology for mistress.. and one of its first test-subjects. This slave hopes you liked the spiral." The technicians nodded, one working further on Sam's outfit, whispering to her: "Make sure to not think of yourself as a human, alright?"
Whilest the other had stepped over, turning the screens on and pointing with one hand.. the other squeezing Jessie's bottom.
"There is a security camera right outside this little silly hideout of the old yours, A half dozen security specialists have been sent in.. they should bring Via out any minute now.."

 

[Pervy]

Special Security, Hideout, Tag: Via

Via rushed forwards, far faster than the average human, although to her it seemed much slower.. the man aiming his weapon, her strafing right, reaching out with a hand to grab his uniform.. and set him ablaze stumbling backwards without ever shooting his weapon.

However, on the corridor ahead there were two more friends, one readying a tazer that, slowed, but still troublesomely fast whizzed towards her... Actually, two did, another behind her fiering off, in a delayed sounding, low pitch. Via stepped sideways from one, gently pushing it to the right.. and the other to the left.. and then, there were two security guards, their own tasers flying towards them.. and impacting them, as Via 'walked' off, watching them gasp and convulse behidn her.

If someone was watching on some sort of security system, they'd see Via step out, almost casually, with three people aiming their guns at her.. and then, she shifted into a blur, a trail of flames on the ground, impacting one, two..all three security guards, sending them stumbling back, dropping, trying to roll out the flames.. at least one of them stopping moving quickly.. and then Via stood there again, smoking.. no literally, something had been glued on her nipples and whilest her tight rubbery dress (not too dissimiliar from Jessies outfit now, really) had resisted the heat just fine, her nipples were once more free for all to see. She swayed a little, dizzily, seeming unused to going this fast... but it seemed a few ordinary, even if well equipped security guards would not be able to stop her anymore...

(Abilities unlocked!
Superspeed II
Heat resistance/generation)

 

[Stellarnova]

Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Jessie stood there, watching the monitors from underneath the visor that kept feeding her subtle cues. She was half sad, half glad there was no spiral in there, or else she would melt into a heap of slut-flesh right then and there. She listened to her fellow machines and slaves. She felt comfortable, and they looked so hot, but she wasn't allowed to play yet...
"Yes, sister. I will obey and help Mistress take over any organization she desires. Will my previous family be converted to help the ruse? Their small company might be a useful subsidiary, and they might register me as missing. And I loved the spiral, of course. There is no other choice but to love the spiral. You did good work, fellow slut. Mistress was elated with it."
She looked at Sam, the pussycats' "disguise" finished. Sexy, strident, yet still exuding an air of mindless obedience. Jessie couldn't resist the urge to hug her fellow slut, rubbing her latex skin against Sam's, caressing her, scratching her behind her electronic ears, kissing her as she asked the headphones, and then her own helmet: What are your functions?
Asshe broke the kiss, she turned to the other sluts, her arm still wrapped around Sam's feline form. A robot and a cat. Truly, their deepest, wettest dreams had come true, and it was all thanks to their Mistress and Ocean Corp. Mindless obedience until the end of their lifespan was the least they could do.
"So if I understand, we are to become public personalities, instead of covert tools?" She asked.

Then, an alert sounded, and Jessie watched in horror as Via defeated and killed her fellow corporate servants! "We have to get her! She has to be contained and converted, now!" Jessie called out. "How can we fight this openly? We'll have to resort to subterfuge." She suggested.

 

[Aenon]

Via Valentina, Sexy Scientist

Via gave an indifferent look around at the mess she had created. They had attacked, and she had defended herself. If they survived, she wouldn't bother finishing them off, but if they had died it would be their bad luck for crossing her.

"Dear Dee, come, we really need to go." she called inside, looking cautiously around for other guards.

"Do you have a vehicle? No forget it, it will be marked already." she sighed.

"Follow me." she declared, going forwards, slowing things down every time she was about to turn around a corner...speeding up gave her plenty of time to notice ambushes, after all.

Then she would have to find a motorcycle or a car, and hijack it. With her speed it shouldn't be too hard...and she also wondered if her powers would work on the whole bike too. If she could make it go faster in time with her, it would be really amazing...

 

[KitsuneKinomi]

Samantha, Capitalist Kitty of Justice (for Lady Ocean); Location: Drone HQ; Mood: Basking in Purrfection
Discarding her old self would be easy for the corporate slut. It was such a drag on her new, perfect life that she hated the thought of ever going back to being that ignorant, evil, journalist. Plotting to free others to form the warm embrace of capitalism! No, she would never be that Samantha again. The dull throbbing returned, the technology in her ears giving her pulses of pleasure, easing in erasing the human Sam. Softly purring and nuzzling with the assistant, she agreed, "I'm not human, I am a cat. I am an asset. I will conform to whatever Mistress Ocean desires of me!" Her continued purring growing yet louder. "A mascot?" What a great idea! Sam's hands started to caress her sister drones body, "No identity beyond the products Mistress Ocean wants me to sell, the living embodiment of consumerism... ahhhh, mmmmmh, prrrrrrrrr. Yes, I eagerly await my new persona! I'll earn it by bringing you Dahlia~!"
She watched the camera with a heavy look, "Whatever power she got, that might prove troubling" She sighed, resting her head in Jessie's lap. "This is so hard for a kitty to figure out!" She dove deeper into Jessie's crotch, enjoying the strong scent of latex and sex that hung on the drone girl.
Coming back out after several seconds she offered, "If I can grab her, maybe... Jessie, you can track her, but can you get electronics to do stuff for you too? Like could you ask an elevator to go down instead of up?"

 

[Pervy]

Dee, The Hideout, Tag: Via

A little shaking and pinching had Dee back up, stumbling a little dazedly after Via, before gathering herself.. "Woah uh.. are they..."
She mused, looking at the burnt bodies and seeming.. apprehensive.. but still, she rubbed her chin and looked at the guns and silently followed along with Via, having to jog a little to keep up.

Via looked around a little.. there was no shortage of cars or bikes in the city, really, but she'd have to hotwire one.. or.. apprehend it. As she was, she could propably take over a slow moving bike, but she couldn't just.. fire up random bystanders like she had her assailants now, could she? "Uh.. so if my car is marked what are we going to do, the gallery is a little while away.."
Dee mused.. whilest Via turned another corner.. and noticed a guy at another allyway lifting a walky-talky, very decidely looking at her, but not engaging yet.
There were also two bigers driving down the street.. and another one, more colorful, parked outside an appartment a little bit away. Cars were parked all about.. and of course, driving the street, but hijacking one of those would draw more attention...

 

[Pervy]

Corporate Assistants, Ocean Corp office, Tag: Samantha, Jessie

"Oh you are such a good drone already.. it's strange almost, usually people need several sessions to be such a good girl.." The assistant praised Jessie, smiling at the counter-praise of the spiral. "we have to move secretly, but if you suggest it, I am sure mistress will listen to whom you think is a worthy target for serving her."

Sam's headphones responded to Jessie: "Keeping her human mind suppressed and allowing her feline slave personality to mature." Whilest the helmet answered: "I'll help keep you calm by reinforcing your slave-mantra with a new use of the spiral if you show signs of disobediance.. you are doing great right now though."

The assistants meanwhile shrugged. "That is for mistress to decide. The idea is to have at least Sam here be a mascot-slut. You might be better suited to working behind the scenes for our glory. Imagine, you not having an identity, needing an identity, just being a purpose, an efficent tool under mistress complete control.." The technician encourages.

The other assistant smiled at Sam. "That's a good kitty. Mistress will turn you into a profitable brand, every inch of your body only existing to sell products." The assistant was briefly touching herself and moaning sensually at the idea. "You need to be pretty and cute and happy and present products for increased sales. Can you see it? You'll pretend to be a superhero and eat cereal and tell kids to do the same to get strong like you, not because any of it is true but because it will increase mistress' profits." Another technician giggles, embracing the feline from behind, hand toying over one of her nipples easily exposing her. "Imagine eating sugary sweet cereal you loathe the taste of but smiling and telling everyone how much you love it for money.. that's the true spirit of obediant capitalism.. everyone can do things they like and pretend it's something important like 'integrity' or 'morals' you however are so much better, you do whatever you are told, because you are just a pretty, corporate mascot."

You get the impression part of the purpose of these technicians is help guide you along the right lines of thinking.. but you were way ahead of them. Thinking about it, it is almost as if you had the ability to enslave minds yourself...

The asisstants naturally shared their fellow slaves concerns, watching the screens. With Via moving at normal speed, Jessie could track almost all her movements with relative ease.. seemed she and Dee were wandering about downtown.
The assistants didn't seem certain what to do however, shrugging and looking at the two expectantly.... "We just do what mistress tells us, we aren't planning slaves like you..."

 

[Stellarnova]

Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Jessie shivered and cringed underneath her perfect black exterior. What should she do? The idea of planning and thinking for herself felt wrong... But she had to try! "We have to try it. I'd rather wait until this stage of processing is complete and we get our new identities, but I guess we'll have to stay Jessie and Samantha a bit longer." She embraced Sam from behind, rubbing against her. "Just remember, no matter our written names, we'll always be corporate sluts. And Via needs to become one too. For her own good." She looked at Via and Dee leaving. "Dee is with her? She doesn't seem to have any powers. I have an idea."
She sat down at the workstation and used her power to talk with the cameras they were connected with. I want all of you to pass on a message to all your nearby systems. Keep spreading, until you find Dee's phone - She designated the signature of Dee on the cameras as the target - Make it speak to me.
"Do we maybe have access to her electronics? Or a GPS lock? That might make it easier." She asked her fellow drones as she stood up. Now she could only wait.
She returned to the topics discussed before. "Mhhh, I'd love to be a faceless drone that doesn't exist. A robot in human disguise. Whose public persona is just a girl that nobody would suspect... until it is too late... Of course, if Mistress wishes, I'll gladly put my body to use in advertising. Or become a corporate superhero! But who? Robogirl? Mechrider? Mistress should decide that. I will await her orders, and my new identity."
Jessie's pussy started drooling as she thought of enslaving her family. Everyone should be a corporate slut. Plus, she didn't love them anymore. She loved Mistress Ocean now, and Ocean Corp, and her fellow slaves.

 

[KitsuneKinomi]

Samantha, Capitalist Kitty of Justice (for Lady Ocean); Location: Drone HQ; Mood: Basking in Purrfection
Sam was already starting to get quite good at purring, her whole body getting into it, as she vibrated happily against the assistance. Images of her future life as a brand slave awash in her mind. Enticing children into a life of consumerism before they can even think for themselves, inspiring adults to waste their money on frivolous luxuries... maybe even inspiring a few to become cute little legal cats just like her! Her pussy was getting hungry, she wanted this, she needed it! Mewling, and purring, Sam had started rubbing herself again, indulging in all the scritching and rubbing she was getting.

"When you find her, what resources do we have to get to her?" Sam pondered, "If she is with Dee then we might be able to catch up with her, but on foot, she'll always be able to get ahead if she can move that fast... Maybe we should set a trap, bring her to us? I doubt she'd be enticed if we kidnapped Dee... but maybe she is looking for us, does she know that we are purrfected?"

 

[Aenon]

Via Valentina, Sexy Scientist

Via had no idea how to steal a bike, and doing something like setting a random passerby on fire wasn't really low profile either. She didn't want to have the police after her too...

"It is simple." she chuckled, going towards the road, and doing the hitchhiker sign to a passing bike. Surely someone would stop to offer a ride to two girls in distress...right?

Spoiler: If someone stopped

"Excuse me, me and my friend here need to go somewhere...could I persuade you somehow to lend us your bike for a while?"

She would then try to negotiate a deal...Dee probably had some ID and/or money with her that could help?

 

[Pervy]

Corporate Assistants, Ocean Corp office, Tag: Samantha, Jessie

"We can't access her mobile that easily.. stupid privacy laws have always bothered mistress.." A fellow slave-technician informed Jessie, whilest her electronic friends tried their best. They also nodded along to Jessie deciding that.. well, mistress would decide. That just seemed proper.

Alas, it seemed that whilest Jessie was easily able to switch from camera to camera and thus 'pursue' Via whilest in public view, trying to remotely control Dee's phone just gave her a throbbing headache.. She'd have to at least get closer.

An assistant scratched the vibrating tiger-slut behind her 'Ears', grinning at the display.
"Via should be unaware of your coming here, and yes, a trap to deal with her superior speed sounds good." The technician nodded... albeit without any input on what that trap might be. "We can provide you with whatever mundane items you might need, but nothing drawing too much attention, mistress doesn't need any more negative press, of course, even if capturing Via is a top priority." They nodded.

Meanwhile, it seemed like Via was trying to aquire a Motorbike.. propably not to go faster herself, but to take Dee along.

DM
Tag: Via

Dee panted a little, whilest a grinning biker stopped for the topless sex-exemplary that Via looked like.

"Hey there hottie.. how about a new idea.. You can sit on my lap, and I'll drive ya wherever you need to be.."
He smirked. (Roll a persuasion check!)

 

[Stellarnova]

Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Jessie's frustration and insecurity grew. This was their best chance, but without preparation, or a plan... She needed Mistress to think for her. But she wanted to make her proud. But this meant...
"A trap. We need a vehicle that obviously belongs to lakeside. Us two, plus one driver and a guard to help sell the illusion of a prisoner transfer. We will drive to them, then simulate a car crash." She stepped over to Sam, caressing the catslut, rubbing her fingers all over her leather skin and her blank helmet over her painted face, taking in the scent of leather, chemicals and sweat. She herself was hoping that her own suit kept her smell contained, but judging by how Samantha had sniffed her crotch earlier, some residual scent from their conversion cumming must be left over. She hoped Via wouldn't notice it. "And we need to hide our true forms from her. No mask and ears, no makeup. Clothes over the suits. Fake skin-like gloves. And the strongest sleeping agents you have. Can you procure these?" She asked a sister-slave as she snuggled closer to Sam, stroking her nethers and her head. Her voice was filtered, toneless, robotic, but of course Sam could feel the sadness inside her. They had just finally been transformed, only to be forced to play their pathetic previous selves again.
Can you switch the spiral on on my remote command? Even when I'm not wearing you? She asked her mask-visor.

 

[Aenon]

Via Valentina, Sexy Scientist

"Oh, come on, don't be like that..." she cooed, while focusing her mind on setting the biker's jeans on fire.

"Hey...something smells? HEY YOUR PANTS!" she shouted, pointing at his legs!

Surely he would have to ride off his bike to extinguish it, and hopefully leave the keys on it...which would hopefully be enough time for her to steal his bike!

Spoiler: If this worked as planned

"COME." she would order Dee, to make sure she wouldn't take too long to realize what was going on.

Then she would speed time up, and pull Dee to ride with her on the bike, before riding off swiftly.

 

[Pervy]

Corporate Assistants, Ocean Corp office, Tag: Samantha, Jessie

"A vehicle is no problem at all. .. fake gloves.. we should be able to get some quickly." The technicians nodded, before one, displeasedly, began de-felinefying Samantha again.. which to her felt weird.. as if -now- she was being disguised, after having once been her real self. Well if she agreed to go along with Jessie's plan, anyway.
"We can provide you with a laptop to help continue to track Via, but it wont have the capabilities of all these screens together." Another technician nodded.. and decided to grope Jessie's breasts from behind to apologize for this, whilest the Technicians took a moment to procure the gloves..

"Ingested tranquilizers.. aka.. special pills would be easy, but if you want a tranquilizer dart or something, that would take perhaps more time than we have.." Another assistant mused.

Of course Jessie. No problem! Her visor enthused.

Rad Biker Dude, Downton, Tag: Via

"Fuck you talk' bout you carazy bitch?"
The biker asked, before gasping, dropping off of his bike and holding his crotch. Although he managed to respect the flames respectably quickly, Via's hands became a blur to anyone but her, and Dee mieeped slightly, when she was yanked ontop of the bike.
To Via's happy suprise, it seemed that her abilities -did- transfer to the bike, at least to a point.. although she couldn't go too fast, not if she wanted Dee to show the way to this hopefully helpful Dahlia, Anyway.

 

[Aenon]

Via Valentina, Sexy Scientist

Via rushed forward, leaving behind only a trail from the wheels...this was good, she should try the limit of it...later. With her faster speed...or rather with slowing everything else down, it should be easy to get anywhere and escape anything. What if she could also do the same with fire? Well, she would have to try it later...some fire would cover her appearance, and would keep her safe.

"So...where are we going?" she asked Dee, slowing down a bit.

 

[Pervy]

Dee, on the road, Tag: Via

Dee clung to Via, rather tightly at this point.. needing a moment to registre her question. "Wah...? Uh sorry, you were speaking rather quick and.. driving.. quicker.."
She nodded, just a little pale..

"C.. can.. are you sure you can see everyone.. you know.. other traffic coming? Oh right.. we are going to the high rise district, there's a charity Gala, Miss Dahlia loves those.. although.. errr.. whilest I am bad, I know you -definitly- need a.. different outfit for it!"
Dee inisted, with a visible blush, hands hooked in onto Via's midriff, right below her very.. free breasts.

 

[KitsuneKinomi]

Samantha, Capitalist Kitty of Justice (for Lady Ocean); Location: Drone HQ; Mood: Basking in Purrfection
Jessie's idea seemed to be reasonable enough, fake a car crash. Via might come to there rescue if she thought they were in danger, she certainly seemed to be after Dee for whatever reason. The one part of the plan that Sam didn't like was giving up her costume... she had only just started her life as a brand mascot! She didn't want to even pretend to be that boring human Samantha any more... "Do I have to take off all of my costume?" Sam frowned, nuzzling her head happily against Jessie's body as she got scritched. "Can't I at least leave my ears on?" Via might not even know where the two are, and she might assume that the feline ears had to do with some aspect of Sam being a legal cat... surely it wouldn't hurt.

Either way, the purring kitten was ready taking off her suit and washing off her make-up well. "If I can get a hold of her, then I think we can do whatever needs doing," Sam offered with a smile. She had natural agility to match her now unnatural strength, so maybe this could work out.

 

[Stellarnova]

Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Hesitating, Jessie pulled off her helmet and mask. Feeling the air against her skin made her feel vulnerable, wrong. She cuddled up to Sam.
"I think we can keep the suits. We'll just have to wear other clothes over them, to hide our true nature. It's necessary to deceive our Mistress' rivals. We should be eager and happy to do whatever we can to help Mistress." She stroked the catslut's hair. "I'm afraid your ears will have to go, for a while, though." Her voice sounded wrong without the robotic filter, though it was still rather flat, with a seductive undertone.

To make up, she rubbed her latex against Sam's leather, leaning in for a wet kiss. Drones pleasuring each other was only natural. Capitalism was all about feeling good, indulging themselves, satisfying cravings and addictions, and Jessie was addicted to sex and obedience.
She turned her head to the other slaves, holding Samantha in a tight embrace. "I was thinking about handheld injectors, but pills might work too. How long until they kick in? Aside from that, do you have concealable stun weapons? Just get what we have here, no time to waste! Get us a van, unmarked or not will make no difference." She put on the offered clothes over her suit, only the integrated high-heeled boots sticking out from below her pants. Jessie previously didn't like high heels, and her own custom suit just conformed tightly around her feet, but she would use whatever her Mistress deemed right - and there was no denying high heels were sexy.
"Come on Sam, that's it, hide your true skin under some nice designer-ware fashion you might get to advertise for later. You'll fool them all into thinking that you are a human, that you are free, and it'll be so hot, cause you'll constantly remember what you truly are - a mindless cat-slave! An obedient drone! A corporate slut!" She whispered hotly into the slut's ear, rubbing her crotch to ease her into her disguise.
Jessie attached her mask to the helmet and pulled the straps back, to make the two a one-part system that she could forcefully put on somebody. Stand by for my orders. You'll help me enslave whoever I put you on. She told the mask.

Once their preparations were complete, Jessie, Sam and a security officer took seat in the back of the van, while a disguised technician took to the drivers seat. Jessie activated the laptop while the car went underway. She used her powers and the Ocean Corporate Network to track down Via and Dee, telling the driver how to intercept them. (Tech-use roll: 10) "Once we are near, you are to crash the car into the nearest wall, as if you lost control. Make it look good. A few scratches and bruises are well worth getting Via on our side."

 

[Aenon]

Via Valentina, Sexy Scientist

Via thought about it for a moment. She almost forgot about her clothes. Maybe something about not feeling cold and warm the same way? Or she just had other things in her mind? It was her least of her problems, but she couldn't show up like this anywhere public. She considered asking Dee's jacket for a moment, but she felt that she had earned the right to wear some proper clothes.

"I am already going slow. Lets go shopping then...you are paying." she nodded.

~~~~~~~~
The new outfit looked great. Well of course it would, since she was the one who picked it...not to mention anything would look great on her anyway.

It seemed she had an easier time to avoid melting latex clothes...so she had picked them up with this in mind. Of course, she could prove wrong. She hoped that she wouldn't have to go around naked again. Not that she minded how people admired her, but they didn't deserve to look at her divine body, did they?

"Next stop, that gala. Can you show me where exactly it is on the map?" she asked innocently. If she had the directions, she would be able to go a bit faster...poor Dee, she mentally chuckled.

 

[Pervy]

Corporate Assistants, Ocean Corp office, Tag: Samantha, Jessie

"You can keep the suits, and put them back on after your mission is completed. Infact, better ones are manifactured, these are.. improvised. We got something more revealing.." "-less revealing-" one hooked in, grinning at Jessie, however much a mindslave can grin.

"Pills would kick in in a matter of minutes.. however, not sure how someone with that kind of speed would metabolize them.. perhaps they'd work way faster, but not as long?"
A technician theorized in response to Jessies question, watching the two elite merchandise articles of ocean corp. make out with a hint of jealousy.
"We have stunners, sure, but it seems you need to slow Via down to hit her with those, they obviously go slower than bullets.. oh, and it goes without saying but do not damage Mistress property.. yourself or her, without dire need." They nodded.

Jessies drone-mask meanwhile cheered, as a technician approached the two and nodded. "Well then, we should get you on the vehicle to get ahead of Via, right? And.. alright.. if you are sure..." The technician seemed devoted, but a bit apprehensive about crashing.

~~~~Meanwhile, Tag: Via

"Finee.."
Dee complained about paying. "At least it looks pretty fine on you, not gonna lie."
She cheered.
The store was very unaccomondating however, for some reason there was no notes about what temperatures her clothes could resist. Well, she would find out when she had to get serious with her heat...

Either way, shopping made, a few security cameras subtly following the two and standing infront of a city map later, Dee mumbled.
"The gala is over there, high rise district, it's a museum. You can't miss my boss, I mean, that or you've seen her on the news and.."

~~~Meanwhile - Meanwhile ~~~

"There.. by the city-map stand.. I hope you are prepared and got your seatbelts on.."
The technician mused, gulping a little.. and steering right towards the wall...

~~~~~~

Things went a little wild in the next moment. A car rushedpast the map-screen and impacted the side of the shopping mall with a loud crashing and screeching noise. Via, for whom things went slower than the average person if she willed it, could clearly see a security-force looking gal in the front.. and Sam and Jessie in the back of the car, just before the impact.

"Wow! Shit.. are they alright?"
Dee gasped, looking over.

(Jessie and Sam, give me a resilience check to avoid getting a knocking from the crash.. even if it was intentional.
Also, a check to show how deceptive you are about being prisoners, not obediant slaves.)