A Tale From Horizon (Horizon Based PbP RPG)[CANCELLED]

More applause could be heard from the mandatory viewing of Belleante's performance. The Craoker celebrity just said, "Thank you, thank you...all of you. I do enjoy singing for all of you. Though, it isn't going to be just me up here. My friend, Mr. Yokasal, the ever famous Aravi adonis is here and he wants to sing for all of you as well!"

More cheers were odd as a man's voice came up, "Hello, everyone. I can't help but be honored to be here. Like Ms Belleante I am obsessed with a lot of the Humans' early music. There are some that are very aggressive, which we all need nowadays, but there are quite a few that are breathtakingly beautiful. For example, a lot of Humans within a certain time were craving for world peace in a time of great war. I'd like to sing that song for all of you right now."



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Win:

The large, roach like alien looked down at Win with its many eyes and eyed her up and down. Its mouth continued to click as it seemed to be talking to itself. One of its hands came up and fiddled with the settings of its own universal translator and waited until it had the proper setting. The synthesized voice didn't give much for emotions, as it just spoke plainly.

"This is Green...Red. T didn't mention you were...Human. By Quarin's dead thorax, it has to be Alliance scum that interrupts my business." Several angry clicks went about before the voice came back, "My apologies...I've been frustrated due to how long it's been since I deposited my eggs. Unable to avoid proper incubaters later."

It reached into the weird box on stands it had pulled out several things. First, it was what looked like to be a moderate sized jewelry case, then it pulled out several large crates. How did he manage to fit all that in such a small container? The Zasarian clicked more as it flipped open all the containers it pulled out. The case had a universal translater in it that would be perfect for her. The crates had several types of ammunition in it from bullets to clips to magazines for all sorts of armaments. And all of them had the universal sign for EMP on them.

The thing clicked some more before the translated voice came back, "I get the best materials and do the best work. Someone has to turn junk into gold, you know. Now, normally I would demand pay of market value, if not a bit higher. But, since ya know T, I'll go lower. Seven hundred for the software, and three hundred for each bundle of the Android killers."

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Max:

Surprised by the action of Max, the Stygian backed up as well...knife still up. The spines on his head started to flare as he detected hostility in Max's action. Sneering, the mugger just spat on the ground.

"What are ya? Stupid? Put the fuckin' gun down before you get hurt...this was gonna be just a toll pay. Now I might have to hurt you a little."

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Drew:

The Nemura swarm registered that he had a gun and just collectively hissed at him. Before anything could be done, they started to move in mass towards his location, though there was still some time before they reached him.

 

"This is Green...Red. T didn't mention you were...Human. By Quarin's dead thorax, it has to be Alliance scum that interrupts my business." Several angry clicks went about before the voice came back, "My apologies...I've been frustrated due to how long it's been since I deposited my eggs. Unable to avoid proper incubaters later."

The comment about depositing eggs surprised Win. It was hard to read the roachlike alien's expression, but it almost seemed... attracted to her. She could use that to get a better deal. She put her sweetest smile on and let her finger toy with the zipper of her coveralls, slipping the zip down just a bit to reveal the tops of her breasts.

"It sounds like you've been pretty lonely," said Win. "I get lonely too, all cooped up in cargo ships. You offer a good bargain, Green, and the equipment looks prime, but I'm a woman of modest means. Is there anything I could do... to convince you to offer a better bargain?"

She teased the zipper a little lower. Win hoped she wasn't playing with fire with this Zasarian.

 

((until Omegah rolls, just gonna do hema))

"Green" looked down at what Win was doing and more clicks came from the creature. It eyed her body, it's curves, and of course those globes she was flaunting. Normally, he would be better than this. But the already stated frustration he was feeling beforehand was getting the better of him. After a quick debate with himself mentally, he went back over the small container that somehow pulled out all the other containers.

Within a moment, he pulled out a large device that looked like a large snowglobe. And from it was a rather...lewd looking hooze. The creature clicked its mandibles more before turning over to Win. Looking her over again, the voice from the translator spoke ever as plainly.

"Well...before I got called to here, I was about to make a reservation for an incubator. We Zasarians need a...moist, wet place so our eggs can properly inseminate. This device here can store properly inseminated eggs until I'm able to bring them back for proper storage until hatching. However, there's still the problem I need a place to inseminate them in..."

It came a bit closer to Win, "I'm willing to...make the translater free, and drop the EMP rounds to one hundred credits a bundle...if you allow use you for insemination."

 

Win swallowed hard as she looked from the cockroach-like Zasarian to the strange device he held in his hands. She had certainly done her share of kinky things with aliens, including that time in zero gravity with the three Greys and their sentient goo enema... that had been intense. She reached out and gently touched the strange globe, letting her fingers stray to the insectoid hands of the Zasarian. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of the perverse act she was considering. It was a small relief it intended to use this device instead of asking for her to do the act manually.

Her humanity told her not do it, the depraved slut inside her, conditioned to pleasure customers, begged for her to do it, and the hard businesswoman knew that seven-hundred credits was a small fortune.

"Very well," she said. "But not here on the street. And I'm testing that translator first to make sure it works. And... this had better not hurt, Green."

 

"Green" just looked at Win and a sigh came over the translator, "Fine, fine. I have a place on this level we can use. I use it for my scrapping yard." The Zasarian packed all the things back into the tiny container, undid its legs, and then tucked it away. It took a very quick time to do all of this. When everything was picked up and it was out of sight, the alien motioned for Win to follow him.

"It's not too far. We'll be there in just a few minutes."

And sure enough, while bobbing and weaving through foot traffic and some alleyways, they had came across their destination. It didn't look like much on the outside, seemed like some random door crammed in a narrow alleyway. "Green" punched in a few symbols on the strange keypad and the door had unlocked. He ushered Win inside and it looked quite different on the inside.

The room she was introduced to looked like a scrapyard, that's for sure. In one corner of the room there were a ton of semi-intact drones, Androids, vehicles, and ships that were decomissioned and being disected. Meanwhile in the other corner of the room were several benches that housed all sorts of tools. And everywhere...was just bits and pieces of seeming junk and parts. A light from a doorway to the side showed that there might be a powerful furnace in the building...possibly for melting scrap.

"Green" locked the door back up and said, "I have a living patio up the ramp and through the door, up another flight of stairs. I tend to sleep here when I really get into making slag."

 

Win followed Green through the dense foot traffic of Paradico's underworld. She was familiar with this part of the exchange, she had lived it a hundred times before with aliens as strange as this Zasarian, so why was her heart hammering in her chest? Why was she fighting to keep the smile on her face? She tried not to think about the specifics of what was about to happen. She kept her mind focused on the universal translator she was about to score for free.

They arrived at his scrapyard and Win walked slowly around the room, trailing her fingers over the drones, partial androids, and pieces of vehicles nearby. It might look like junk at a glance, but she knew enough to see that it was quite a collection, worth hundreds of thousands if the right buyers could be found.

"I see you keep busy," she murmured.

"Green" the door clicked closed with a thump that reverberated in her chest, "I have a living patio up the ramp and through the door, up another flight of stairs. I tend to sleep here when I really get into making slag."

"Let me have a look at that translator, make sure it works," said Win, approaching the Zasarian. "Then we can head upstairs and... I'll hold up my end of the bargain."

 

Drew discharged three shots rapidfire as the Nemura cried, two striking their targets direct in the head and one sending another careening into a stall. Each squeaked in pain as the explosive bursts battered and bruised them into unconsciousness, but unfortunately, the remaining dozen seemed undeterred.

This is not how he envisioned his day when he woke up this morning.

The writhing mob kept closing the distance, leaving Drew to wonder how many options he had remaining outside of his weapon. At least these clips came with 40 rounds, thank all that is good in the universe.

 

"You're welcome to try." Max muttered. Putting this would-be mugger down would be easy enough, but Max was feeling generous. Instead of putting two in the chest and one in the head as he was trained to, he aimed his pistol for the Stygian's knife and and squeezed the trigger twice letting off a pair of rounds. Next he dropped the barrel of his gun slightly and let off another round aimed at the green skin's leg hoping to hobble him and sap show that Max was a bad mark.

 

Acuxe sat watching the stars twinkle through the window formed by the edges of the dock. He was hiding, well, not quite hiding, he could be seen by anyone looking this way, he was waiting in a disused room over on the far left of the docks, far from any crowds. He wasn't even sure if anyone was allowed in here, but the whole wing was deserted, so he'd just wandered in.

He looked again at the various entrances to the docks. The others would be here soon, the ship would be here soon, and he could be off again. Off across the galaxy again, dodging the PIO, never staying somewhere long enough to become anything more than a strange outsider, never being able to sleep without a nagging fear of kidnapping. Was it really worth it?

Then again, if he returned to Camar, they'd tie him up and dope him to the eyeballs with muscle relaxants and aphrodisiacs so he could be used as breeding stock. Enjoyable or not, this was his chosen path.

 

The first round discharged from Max's pistol impacted with the blade of the knife and drove the weapon right out of the Stygian's hand. The would-be mugger's appendage recoiled from the force of the blow and Max's second round missed as a result, the bullet flying into a post behind the green skinned alien. His third round however missed wildly and embedded into the ground.

'Shit!' Max cursed himself in his head, 'One for three isn't good. Don't be getting rusty now.'

Despite his poor accuracy, Max got exactly the result he wanted: the Stygian was unarmed. Now Max brought the barrel of his gun to aim directly into the Stygian's center mass. "This is your one chance to walk away." Max warned. "I suggest you take it."

 

Win:

"Green" shrugged in response to Win talking about him "keeping himself busy". He just simply stated, "Not like my kind can just laze around...gotta work every hour of the day, catch winks when I can." Then with her insisting on looking at the universal transaltor, he just clicked in frustration before getting about it. He took off his own universal translator before quickly going over to a large computer. He fiddeled around with its wiring before it finally turned on. He pulled out the small case, undid it, and pulled out the case that held the universal translator. Pulling out the little chip, he plugged it into the computer.

After fiddling around with it some more, it seemed to finally be working. He then grabbed what looked like an antique microphone from another alien civilization. Tapping it to ensure it worked, he put his mouth to it and gave off a series of clicks. After a moment of time, a synthetic voice came over the computer.

"Testing, does this satisfy you? I can't afford a wrist-mounted computer so have to make do with this." It fiddled around with the settings some more and clicked into the microphone again. A different voice came up, "You can even customize the voice that comes out, and of course it translates into several known languages both in Alliance space and out in the Fringe."

It turned off the computer again, took out the chip, put it back in its case, and then put on his own universal translator back, "That does it?"

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Drew:

Despite their friends being sent flying off path and killed, they knew that some fresh cybernetics like what was on the doctor's arm could end up feeding their colony for quite a time. So what if a few fall for the good cause?

Whatever time Drew had to run away, he no longer had it. As the remaining dozen swarmed around him and started clawing at him with their bare hands. They had tools, but they were delicate and only good for removing cybernetics. They'll have to wittle him down before they could lob off his arm.

A few bit at him, and some clawed. But they were so malnourished that it was barely damaging, mostly rupturing his skin with some scratches and their teeth.

Maybe with some bit of luck, he could get some assistance from someone who isn't a big fan of the rat-men?

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Max:

The Stgyian cursed as his knife flew away and he was left with a hole in his hand from the attack. Cursing to the skyscrapers above the Underworld, he bit through the pain and became incredibly enranged.

"Fuckin'...piece of shit, asswipe! That's it, pig-skin!" He reached up with both hands and gripped some spines that were on his head. Snapping them off, the corrosive acid within came out and he charged at Max.

He swiped with one spine, but it was a very fragile one, so with a bad angle it broke before it could break the skin and his shirt prevented the acid from touching the skin. The other however sliced right through cloth and skin, and the sting of corrosive acid could be felt. He'll need to get that looked out quickly before it would away at his other arm.

 

Win watched Green testing the universal translator module. It seemed to be in full, working order and much as she wanted to ask Green a series of questions to stall for time, she knew he had lived up to his part of the deal.

Green put the translator away and asked, "That does it?"

Win took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face as she reached up to the zipper of her coveralls. She tried to gaze through the ugly, cockroach like alien as she pulled the zipper down, revealing her creamy white cleavage and her delicate full to bursting. The zipper continued lower, past her surgically-created navel and down to her briefs. She kicked off her boots and shed the coveralls from her shoulder.

In her head, Win heard a long ago drumb beat. They used to play the same song over and over at the Bang Girl Club on Xavin Station. She used to dance to it, until one of the men or aliens would pick her out of her glass box and take her back to his room. Win smiled at Green as she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and reached behind her back to unbuckle the bra. She held the cups for a moment, crushed in her hands against her breasts. Was he excited by this? Did Green care at all? She removed the bra and tossed it aside, revealing her pale mounds with her puffy, peach-colored areaolas and soft nipples.

The beat of the remembered music grew louder in her head as she did a turn on the balls of one foot. She leaned forward and peeled her tight briefs down from her plump ass. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide and her cunt naturally hairless. So many alien race had a problem with human pubic hair. She gave Green a glimpse, bending far forward as she stepped out of her panties, flashing her delicate pink folds and a glimpse of her anus.

She stood again, shamelessly nude, a smile on her face and a flush in her pale cheeks. She turned to Green.

"That does it," she said. "Shall we go upstairs or did you prefer to handle things here?"

 

"GAH!" Max shouted and recoiled from the blow.

'JEEZFUCK!' He thought to himself, 'That's it! No more giving the bad guys a chance.'

Through gritted teeth he aimed his gun again and fired three more rounds into the attacking alien.

 

While Win took her tme in getting undressed...it didn't take Green long at all to get ready. Being an insectoid species, things like breasts and hip sizes didn't matter much to the big guy. All he cared about was getting his hands on this female's womb for use of reproduction. All he did was get that machine out that would suck the eggs out of her system and store them, as well as the tool he was gonna be using to oviposit the human female.

The ovipositer was very long, at least the length of an arm. But it was also very tube like, with no head. To help insertion, it had a slime to it that allowed for ease of slipping in as well as a semi-pointed tip that could fit into a hole quite nicely. While it was long, at least so long that not all of it was going to fit in, it also was somewhat thin. But if she knew anything of Zasarian biology, it would expand to not only allow eggs to pass through, but also to fill up the hole tightly as to ensure no eggs spilled out of the vagina.

All in all, it didn't look too bad. At least it was still in the shape of something phallic. So she knew she was going to get a pounding. The insectoid alien clicked some more impatiently, "If I have to prove the EMPs work, then definitely doing it in here. I believe you humans call it "blue ball"...not sure how that works, but my eggs are starting to swell and it's causing some pain. You ready to get working, now?"

 

"If I have to prove the EMPs work, then definitely doing it in here," said the Zasarian. "I believe you humans call it "blue ball"...not sure how that works, but my eggs are starting to swell and it's causing some pain. You ready to get working, now?"

"Mmmm, yeah, sure," said Win, staring at the device. "I'll, um, just find a comfortable spot."

She picked up a work blanket from the floor and spread it out on a wide, flat piece of spacecraft plating. She figured it would probably be easier for him if she got on her hands and knees, but as unpleasant as this might be, she needed to face him so he could not try anything without her knowing what was coming. She sat down on the plating, pulling her feet up off the floor and bending her knees. She spread her thighs and began to rhythmically rub her clit, trying to excite herself and get her juices flowing. She dipped two fingers into her slit and made sure it was beginning to warm up.

"Alright, Green," she said, letting out a slow exhalation. She drew her slick fingers out of her pussy and scooted her ass forward so it was slightly overhanging the blanket-covered plating. She looked up at the insectoid alien. "Ready whenever you are."

 

Acuxe watched the crowds now. The stars had grown boring to his eyes, the constant ebb and flow of the crowds were more exciting. Off in the corridor, something creaked. A door? A person? Or was it just the rusty metal of the dock creaking under the weight of so much traffic?

 

Win:

Whether if this was just Green or all Zasarians, it was obvious that he was a very practical individual. It just looked about disinterested in what Win was doing, but politely bided his time. His ovipositor wobbled a bit, as if it was just eager to fill up a hole. And of course, once she said she was ready, he quickly went over to her and wasted no time.

Almost with practiced ease, the first thing he did was insert the tip of his ovipositor right into her pussy. His four arms went onto the plating as the object slid itself super easily into her insides. And, as if sensing it was finally inserted into a female, the size of the ovipositor started to expand and fill up what was odds are a very well used, experienced fucktunnel.

The Zasarian hissed contetedly as it rutted her a bit, making the object go as far as it intially could. This was an event he has been waiting for for a long time.

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Acuxe:

If Acuxe cared to investigate the strange noise...he would find a rather peculiar sight. He would find a decently sized cargo container that looked empty and abandoned. Maybe it fell off some transport vehicle? It's door swung on its own, maybe something had bumped into it? Peering inside, he would find that it was pretty empty, not much to go on.

But looking further to the back, there would be a singular crate. And to compound interest even more, there was a short figure trying to get at the crate. Its short stature and large, inflated head gave evidence that this was in fact a Grey going over this crate.

The Grey seemed pretty preoccupied at trying to get the crate open. Who knew what was inside?

 

Acuxe turned from the crowds to the door. The creak had caught his attention. It should be investigated. If it was something bad, he'd have an easier time running in a corridor than in a room. If it was something good, well then, he'd be a fool to pass it up.

The door opened to a six-digit passcode, complicated to crack in theory but in practice useless, since someone had left the code on a piece of paper above the keypad. It opened with a whoosh, and he stepped out into the corridor, and started to follow the sound. It was repetitive, which meant it was either someone who couldn't sneak or something mechanical or structural.

He came out in an empty cargo bay. Judging by the dust, it had been empty for a long time. All that remained was one cargo container, and it was from there that the noise was coming. He clicked his suit into stealth mode and crept forwards...

 

The Grey had not noticed a thing as he tried to get the crate open, colorful swears coming from his lips as he spoke in his people's natie tongue, Acuxe would not be able to understand it. The little alien was using a specialized tool for someone of his height to be able to prop open the crate's top without need of proper access creditionals. The security on the thing was rusted off and just need a bit of prying.

After a bit of time, he was finally able to get the crate open. Still talking to himself in a hushed tone using the natural language of the Grey, it seemed rather pleased with itself and reveling in its victory. Seems it knew what was in the crate and had plans for it. Acuxe wouldn't be able to tell what it is, since there was a Grey in the way.

 

Acuxe looked, not at the crate, but at the Grey blocking his view of the crate. Was he armed? What was his likely job (other than "treasure hunter")? Was he even a he?