The captain's voice comes out, muffled by the gag, but clearly making some kind of insult. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 74+15 (Seduction Skill)=89 (Pass) In her current state, her senses enhanced and her mind dulled, the captain is completely unable to resist, and begins to writhe in pleasure, juices dripping down her thighs. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 82+15 (Successful Seduction Roll)= 97 (Crit) Delving into the woman's defenceless mind, Elena quickly searches her memories. From the perspective of the captain, Elena sees a hologram of the enemy prince, giving the woman the job to kidnap the priestess, seemingly well aware of who Elena was even before she left for her crusade. Her concerns about a traitor are confirmed, as the prince mentions that an inside source on the ship will broadcast the coordinates to the pirates. The memories jump to later on, as the pirate receives a signal telling them what course the fleet was taking, which ship Elena was on, and where to wait in ambush. The memory is clear enough that Elena can memorise the signal. With luck she'll be able to use the signal to identify the traitor. The rest of the captain's memories are useless, just sex and drugs and violence.
"You're...You're..." The man can't even finish his sentence, but he's more than able to oblige Yannika's request, letting forth spurt after spurt of hot cum deep within her body, before collapsing atop her. "...Divine..."
"You've nothing more to fear on that account." The voice chuckles. "You've destroyed all of the aliens. They were merely pawns in my plan. A plan which I've now decided to abandon. I've come across something far more interesting in you. I'll give you the assassin, the woman, and let you bring her home to your emperor as proof of your success. She means nothing at this point. What interests me more is what you plan to do now. What will you do with the knowledge that I exist? The others have seen the spheres, but only you truly understand their significance.
{Positives! No critical failure! Hurray!} Satisfied with the information she gathered, Elena twists her fingers inside the woman's pussy and thrusts a few times, quickly bringing the pirate to climax. With the memory still fresh in her mind, Elena quickly notes down the frequency used. She then removed the woman's gag. "I will give you a choice." She says with a hot voice. "Airlock or slavery." She says shortly, as her fingers again penetrate the wet and sensitive sex of her captive.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so cooperative." Vizelle replied as she heard his next moves, grinning as he continued to speak. "Very interesting indeed. As for my plans, fufu. You've shown me such wonderful images. I wonder... will I be kneeling before you... or will I be the one sitting on that throne?" She grins. "Ah, but where are my manners. I am Vizelle the Black. You are?"
The figure begins to step towards Vizelle, heavy boots rocking against the stones of the floor, and sending loud echoes across the mysteries space. "The weak serve the strong. I am stronger than you, so you will serve me, one way or another." The figure doesn't seem to be boasting or insulting her, just stating facts. "But if you were to serve me willingly, I would make you strong. Stronger than you could hope to ever achieve with your pathetic 'Order'." He chuckles. "Perhaps one day you could grow stronger than me? The weak serve the strong, so perhaps on that day, I would step down and serve you as my mistress. Or perhaps I would try to kill you to keep my position. Who can say?" The strange helmet dips as the figure nods. "Vizelle... I am... I haven't had a name in a long time... Call me Varrick. I knew someone by that name long ago, and they no longer need it."
Elena smiled, finding it funny, that woman tried to glare at her through the blindfold. She reattached the gag, moved her fingers few more times, and left before the woman could clima. She walked to one of her subordinate. "Transport her to our prison ship." She ordered. One of her support frigates possessed the mind brainwashing equipment. The ship was rigged to self destruct if ever was captured. "Have her processed, she might be still useful in this campaign." Elena ordered. Using the pirate as an infiltrator could be useful. After that, she would be introduced into the order... she had losses to fill. She paused. "Have our people observe and monitor this frequency." She ordered as she gave the traitor's frequency. After making sure it was done, she contacted the admiral. "Admiral Thrax." She said shortly. "Change the curse for the second planet - I have information about weakly defended resupply station there." She ordered. It was all the bluff. Her target was for the traitor to try and contact his or her superiors.
When she felt the man's cock blast her womb with sperm Yannika came one final time. The then promptly collapsed on the floor panting in a pool of cum. The man who had just emptied his balls into her fell back and away from her too and a river of semen gushed out of her gaping pussy. The room was quiet for a long time while its occupants regained their strength and senses. Yannika was the last of course, so exhausted it took her half an hour to rise to a sitting position. "I believe..." she began with a wry smile "...that the gods are pleased." She swallowed hard and looked around the room at the men. "This..." she explained "...this is how the Sect of the Sapphire Hearth worship the gods. Should any of you need me to attend to you in the future, do not hesitate to press your urgency. As a Sworn Sister it is my duty to bolster your faith." She sat still for several more moments before she struggled to her feet. "Now... we have others on this world to save. We must make ready."
"A straightforward belief, one I too follow." Vizelle grins, "And the order hasn't made me strong. They were merely a stepping stone for my ambition. Much like you will be, before long." She added, returning his chuckle. "Varrick then. I will remember that name. As a name of one of my future servants." Vizelle said with a sultry smile, "But either way. I'm sure we'll both enjoy ourselves." She cooed.
The woman is quickly and easily transferred. Restrained, she's unable to enact her escape plan. The sisters nod, silently agreeing to monitor the frequency. Thrax nods, understanding immediately what her intentions are, and makes sure that he tells officers who are loyal but who have a habit of saying more than they should when drinking. Soon, the information is all over the ship, the leak appearing natural. Spoiler: Traitor's Int Roll D100: 11 (Fail) Elena is asleep in her cabin, a few nights later, when she's awoken by a message from one of her sisters. "Sister Superior. The frequency you asked us to monitor? It's broadcasting now."
Slowly, the men begin to stand and put their uniforms back on. "I-uh... That's a generous offer, my lady." The lieutenant says as he buttons his red coat. "We're with you. Just give the order."
Varrick takes her chin in his hand, lifting her head up to face him, the strange mask peering down at her. "I believe we will." He speaks now vocally, rather than telepathically, before letting her go and walking back to the throne. "I will give you the location of the killer. On her, you'll find evidence linking her to the attempted infestation of imperial ships, enough to present to your emperor in a tightly wrapped bow. Afterwards, use the sphere in your pocket, and we can discuss your future."
Elena quickly got up. "Where is it being broadcasted from?" She asked as she put on her clothes. If it was not the admiral, she would bring him quickly on topic. She looked over her bodyguard - the one who survived the assault and was ready to be punished.
"So that's what you sound like." Vizelle teased, "Very well, until we meet again. Fufu, next time hopefully face to face." She grins as she moves away and ends their telepathic link. So a different race? Or a mix breed? Maybe even a different species altogether? She pondered as she feels Varrick's armor was an ill fit for him.
"Thank you Lieutenant." Yannika said gratefully. "Just give me a moment to collect myself and we shall depart." She then retrieved and redressed, not wanting a repeat performance of what happened on the ship over. Her hair was still a mess, and her dress clung to the sweat and cum that still drenched her body. Anyone who looked at her could tell that she'd just been fucked to oblivion and she couldn't suppress a smile at that notion. Once she'd fixed her dress as well as she could she turned back to the men and mustered all the dignity she was capable of. "Let's go."
"A service tunnel, ma'am, underneath the communications deck." Contacting Admiral Thrax, she finds that the man is still in his cabin. It doesn't necessarily mean that he's not the traitor, but he's not the one physically sending messages, at least. The bodyguard salutes. "Yes, sister superior?" She has a resolute look on her face.
Varrick isn't trying to hold her against her will, so after a moment of vertigo, Vizelle's mind returns to the spider cave. The positions of the various soldiers tells her that her conversation only lasted a few seconds, real time. Thinking, she finds a new memory in her head, of an office in the Logistics Corps Headquarters where the murderer can be found. @unisol_gr44 Xavier sees Vizelle space out for a few seconds, before her attention returns to the room.
Heading outside to the rest of the barracks, Yannika realises that it's painfully obvious to everyone around what happened. The most common expression she sees among her guards and among the rest of the planetary defence soldiers isn't distaste, though, but hot envy. The troops are quickly mustered up, ready to do with whatever she wishes.
"Take some sisters, find the traitor and bring him back, alive. But if you fail to stun him at first encounter - kill him." She ordered, sending her bodyguard along with few sisters to retrieve the contact. She would not risk traitor triggering any sabotage devices. She then contacted to admiral. "Admiral, meet me on the bridge." She said as she started making her way there along with two bodyguards.
