Elena smiled. "If you desire so, my Emperor," She started and paused, silencing a moan that was about to escape her lips. She felt the man's hand slide into her panties from behind, his fingers easily sliding into her wet pussy. "But it would be in poor taste to leave the triumph - this is for your subjects. Allow them and your soldiers, to bask in your glory. I am sure we can... discuss other matters, after performing the duties." She finished, making sure to keep her composure, as she faced the crowd.
With his free hand, Carius waves to the crowd, while his other hand continues to stimulate the priestess. The young emperor grunts in irritation, but nods. "Yannika, my fiancee, is undergoing gene therapy, to make sure that our first child is healthy. Sex with her is forbidden during the process, it could disrupt the therapy. I'd do anything to make sure she's safe, obviously, but I've been a little...pent up...in the meantime." His fingers roam deep within her pussy. Spoiler: Alertness Roll D100: 75 (Pass) As Elena stifles another moan, though, she spots something amiss. The fighters above...they're flying low. Too low. With a start, she realises that they're coming in to attack the emperor's platform.
Elena licked her lips, shuddering lightly as the fingers drove deeper into her. Truly, the man had a predisposition for being a cruel Emperor, if he did not care for her humiliation in front of the crowds... he might yet live up to his father's reputation. "I understand, my Emperor - I am for you to use in any way you desire~" She started. She paused as her eyes landed on the fighters. It took her a moment to realise what was going on - the sheer audacity! It was unthinkable! "The fighters!" She exclaimed a short warning pointing at the machines. Knowing, there was little time, she pushed the Emperor into arms of his security, of the stage, hoping to move him away from the attack zone. "Evacuate the Emperor!" She screamed, just as the machines were about them-
"Oh my-!" Someone shouts, before chaos erupts. Fire spurts from the guns of the incoming craft, and suddenly the huge podium begins to shudder and shake. Elena loses sight of the emperor, as she's thrown off of her feet. Screams erupt from the crowd below, as the podium begins its tilt towards them. Finally, as the platform is tilted more and more, its supports blown to pieces, Elena feels herself sliding. Further and further she goes, towards the city streets down below, and an inevitable death. Below her, Elena feels nothing but air, and she realises that she's falling. As the street below comes closer and closer, though, she suddenly jolts to a stop, only inches from the pavement, defying gravity for a few moments, before finally she is released and harmlessly touches the ground. "Are you okay?" A voice calls out. Looking up, Elena sees an unfamiliar face, a woman with the insignia of the Order of Sorcerers. "Get up." She orders. "We have to save the emperor." Beyond her, Elena hears more explosions. (Sorry about the bad writing.)
"Aahh." Vizelle cooed as Melfi orgasmed, a torrent of the businesswoman's juices soaking her. The sorceress licks her lips, "Delicious." She teased, fingers slowly pulling away from Melfi's drenched cunt. "So, did that ease your fatigue. Or shall I give you an even bigger one?" Vizelle grins, tracing the other woman's labia with her fingers.
The drop-ship touched down almost on top of the trench that the defenders had dug, and Vladimir ordered the chapter forward to relieve the beleaguered guardsmen. As the legion forces slammed into the invading possessed Vladimir felt little, if anything for them. Try as they might to regain control of their bodies, they had been weak and succumbed tot he demonic entities. The cultists behind them he regarded with disdain and contempt. Either they knew not what forces they had unleashed and were fools, or actively believed that these demons were gods and ignorant of their true nature. Either way, it was better if the galaxy was rid of them. But the demons pouring out of the gate?... Vladimir smiled a blood-curdling grin. He would teach these creatures the meaning of fear... With nothing more than a motion of his thumb, there was a low hum as power coursed through his armor into his weapons. The blades extending from his gauntlets crackled with energy, and lightning danced upon them and between the masterfully crafted serrated blades. A flex of his muscles and he launched himself forward towards the enemy, slashing at the nearest one as his vanguard moved in step with him.
{It's not bad - and hooray for the plot armour!} Elena slowly gets up and looks around. How did she survive that? "I'll live." She answered shortly. "I need to get to the communication station, to notify-" Who? Who could she trust? Who attacked? The order had a few fighters - for now, that would suffice. "The fleet." She finished.
(New bonus, yay!) Satisfied with the results of her training and the lack of any issues Eanne returned to her body. “Wow, that was... something...” She needed a few moments to come back to her senses after the experience. “I think that's enough for today. Time to get some sleep.” She decided as she undressed and got into bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring...
It takes a few moments for Melfi to get back to her senses. "Mmmh... You have no idea... I don't know if I could handle any more."
"Fufufu. Very well." Vizelle hummed, moving her hand away from Melfi's cunt. The sorceress begins to seductively lick her fingers clean, "Mmh. Well then, I'll await for the good news. Feel free to send me a message when everything is ready." She hummed, letting the businesswoman know of her address. Vizelle then stands up, and starts putting on her dress. "You can also visit if you want another good time." She winks, before walking away. Cleaning herself up with her psionics once she was out of Melfi's view. Hmm. It's unfortunate I didn't find Jett. But it wasn't a complete loss. She thought to herself, and if nothing interrupts her, she goes to see Arnolf to inform him of the upcoming deal, along with check to see if he has some new, interesting slaves.
As Vladimir strides forwards, grin on his face, even the Imperial Army soldiers are taken aback, fear obvious in their body language even through armor and full face helmets. The monstrosities continue to surge forwards, though Vladimir can see some of the cultists behind begin to look not quite so confident. Spoiler: Land Warfare Roll D100: 81+15 (Land Combat Skill)=96 (Crit) Eternal Warriors at his back, Vladimir cuts a bloody swathe across the battlefield, turning dozens of hapless possessed bodies into bloody hunks of meat. Beyond them are the cultists, who raise their rifles to let forth a spray of fire from their conventional rifles, the rounds pinging off of Vladimir's armor, before they too fall victim to the vengeance of the emperor's blade. The Imperial Army soldiers join in, charging with bayonets, and suddenly the tide is being turned, the demon horde being pushed back towards the gate. "Hmmph... If you want something done right..." Vladimir hears a voice to his side, clear and confident over the din of battle. Turning, he sees the demon lord, striding confidently through the fray. An eternal warrior, the same young recruit that Logan chastised for laughing earlier, moves in to engage. In a flash, the demon raises his hammer, and the young man's face disintegrates into pulp. An older, more experienced eternal warrior charges, only for the spike at the end of the demon's hammer to smash through his reinforced breastplate as though it were paper. "Hmph... I thought you lot might be worth my time, but I suppose I was mistaken. You're bigger than most, but you're only human." The demon pulls the hammer free. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 99 Vladimir senses, more than hears, a creature behind him, and realises that the demon lord's display had been intended to distract him. Turning, he sees a creature rushing towards him.
"C'mon, then." The sorceress gestures for Elena to follow. Tracer fire illuminates the sky, as guns attempt to shoot down the traitor fighter pilots. Spoiler: Movement Roll D100: 77 (Pass) The crowd by now is packed back to back, making the way to the station impassable. Luckily, the sorceress can improvise. Roughly, she begins to part the crowd with telekinesis, clearing a path. Finally, Elena reaches a communication station, at the foot of the palace.
She awakens the next morning, sunlight pouring down on her through the viewport window, which Eanne notices has been closed partially, at such an angle as to deny a sniper a shot at Eanne. Reaching out with her senses, she feels that things aboard are much as they were before.
"And of course, if you're pleased, perhaps you could relay that to my employer?" Melfi chuckles. "I look forward to next time." Heading to Arnolf's club, she finds the slaver in the VIP section, speaking with a reptilian alien, the creature looking at her with interest as it leaves. "Boss." Arnolf grunts by way of welcome.
"Oh?" Vizelle returns the look of interest at the lizard man, and he left. She sits in front of Arnolf, informing him of the upcoming deal. "So, have you managed to capture any new slaves?" She asked with a smile, "And who was that... man?"
"A few. Oh, him?" Arnolf shrugs. "He's a representative of the Hyrskan League, some xenos race from halfway across the galaxy. They're our biggest buyer for human slaves. Have a preference for them, apparently."
"I see." Vizelle nods, "Well, onto more important things. Prepare every able bodied slave you have, especially those with experience in farming, or working in a farm." She said with a smile, "I will go have a look at them then." She stands up to check on the new slaves he got.
In less than half an instant Vladimir changed his direction and charged the monstrosity. He gripped a fragmentation grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and chucked it at the creature; then ducked as the two were about to clash and swiped at the creature's legs.
Spoiler: NPC Roll D100: 66 Arnolf nods, leading her down to the slave pens. Amongst the slaves, she finds that the majority are suitable for farm work, most coming from remote agri worlds. Heading past one cell, she feels a flash of psionic energy, and observes one of the slaves. The man appears to have used his powers to bully and dominate the other slaves, and is enjoying the perks of that domination.
"Ho?" Vizelle raises an eyebrow, smirking as she managed to spot a psionic amongst the new slaves. "Who's he?" She asked, watching the man. And how did you get here? She sent a telepathic message to the slave as well.
