Black: Queen d5 X d4

The Brood Queen delighted in how predictable the humans had been. Their inability to view the various events on the battlefield as a unified whole had been their undoing many times in the past and today looked no different.

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Janette watched over her squad as most of them moved to lift their fallen comrades off the ground, shoulder carrying them as they turned to move them away from the freighter.

*SPLAT*

Janette quickly pivoted to see what the source of the noise behind her was.

*SPLAT*

Another noise came from off in the night, but Janette's and the rest of the Rangerette's gene-mods allowed them to see through the shroud of darkness almost as clearly as if it were a sunny day. Janette observed two grubs, the single most ineffective combatant the Hive had to offer, squirming on the ground, their insectoid bodies clearly suffering some trauma that they were attempting to heal themselves from. Maybe these grubs had been on the way to retrieve XJ-9 and gotten sniped by friendlies? No, she would have heard the report of weapons fire at least...

Janette deployed her energy blades and approached the lone ali-

*SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT*

Three more grubs fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, hard. Janette stopped and looked up behind her. Above them she almost couldn't see the stars, there was just... a wave...

"Everyone, grab the troopers and get under cover!!!" Janette yelled as she sprinted towards the nearest member of XJ-9 and hauled them towards the freighter.

*SPLAT... SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT*

The sounds of grubs raining down quickly picked up to thunderous roar, aliens were now literally raining down onto the field from the top of the freighter. Janette picked up a still dazed trooper, just stumbling to her feet, and threw her over her shoulder as she and the rest of her squad, troopers in tow, charged to the overhang of the bottom of the freighter.

"Gloria, Jessica, tend to the troopers, everyone else form a line!" Janette barked. It would be a cold day in hell when any of her squad were taken down by grubs. The squad didn't even bother with their deployable energy shields, instead the 10 Rangerettes formed a line and extended both wrist mounted energy blades each.

As expected, while the hail of Grubs started to slowly subside, there was now a writhing horde of them that had piled on top of each other. Grubs were often the ones that supplied the rest of the Hive with biomass, which meant they were often the aliens with the largest reserves to draw on in order to heal. The Horde coalesced as those grubs that had managed to heal started to push forward.

It was a slaughter. The grubs were too slow, lacked any tools or weapons other than their tentacles to grapple with. Whenever they moved to grab one of the Rangerettes, there was a quick slice of their blades and the Grub would fall apart. Even with their huge numerical advantage, any time the aliens managed to actually grab hold of the humans they would quickly find their appendages sliced off and quickly punted or hurled unceremoniously back into the horde, tripping up the advance of their comrades.

Janette thought things were going well... until Belle and Morrigan suddenly had their legs pulled out from under them and were dragged backward as they cried out. To their credit, the squad reacted well and all pivoted into a tactical retreat from the horde, moving to engage whatever had flanked them and hopefully recover their sisters.

Unfortunately, large vaguely humanoid figures dashed at them at blinding speed, 2 of them already launched themselves into the air as they tackled both Betsy and Kitty back into the waiting tentacles of the horde of grubs. They might have been able to fight their way out still if not from the skirmishers pinning them to the ground underneath their weight and holding their arms out stretched for the Grubs to grapple.

Cries of her comrades both front and back, Janette rallied who remained around her for a last stand, "Skirmishers!" She cried out as she deployed her energy shield in time to block one that had leapt straight at her. It's claws pierced through the shield a few inches, whatever exotic material they were made of able to ignore the latest in human science and engineering, however where the claws ended so did the Skirmisher's ability to penetrate the shield. With a powerful shove, the skirmisher was launched back several meters.

Those that remained on their feet circled and formed up to face the Skirmishers that now prowled around them, the horde of grubs moving around to either side to surround them and move onto the other women. Looking behind her, Janette saw both Betsy and Kitty restrained arms and legs wide on the backs of two grubs, their cries muffled by a hardening black resin covering their mouths as the Skirmishers expertly stripped them out of their synthsuits. In front of her, Janette saw both Belle and Morrigan mounted by a pair of Skirmishers, held up by their arms held behind their backs. The Skirmishers had wrapped their long and flexible tails around their necks, forcing them to look up at their assailants faces. Their voices were quickly silenced as the Skirmishers spit out a black goop that covered their mouths and began to harden.

While Janette stole glances of her downed squad members, the Skirmishers closed in ever closer, occasionally making feints as if to charge in, all the while those dominating the fallen human females continued with their work. At this point all Janette could see of Betsy and Kitty were 2 pairs of legs held out to either side of the Skirmishers' bulky torsos, their toned muscles straining with every thrust. Belle and Morrigan were now staring straight back at her and those remaining, doing their best to maintain their dignity and stoic resolve as the aliens vigorously plundered their depths.

Behind her, Janette heard Jezza Belle grunt with exertion, obviously having confronted one of the Skirmishers. Unfortunately, while Jezza Belle was successful in fending off the attacker, the momentary distraction made several gaps, small though they were, in the defensive formation. The Skirmishers all collectively and rapidly closed in. The Skirmisher to her front charged, this time not leaping high over her, but launching itself more into a sholder charge. It's massive weight collided with the shield, which held firm, but as Janette tried to counter the alien and shove it back once again she felt something wrap around her ankle and pull her foot out from under her.

Without a moment to realize what had happened, the Skirmisher dug into the ground with it's claws and pivoted, using the rotation to add **** as it swung it's tail wildly around and up into the air, sending Janette flying. Sailing through the air, she could see her formation collapse, the remaining Rangerettes shoved to the ground in a flurry of activity. Coming back to earth, Janette managed to land in a roll as she attempted to spring back up and bring the fight to th-

*THUD*

Janette was slammed to the ground face first by a massive and unyielding ****. She felt her arms pinned to either side, then pulled back behind her as a bony, yet slimy appendage wrapped around her neck, pulling her head upward slowly by her jaw as she was lifted by her arms. Janette was **** to look up into the face of her captor, it's eyeless gaze from it's eerily smooth and oblong jet black head enraging her.

"Fuck... you..." she managed one last curse as the Skirmisher spit out it's black adhesive gag, silencing her for now. With her voice muted, the the Skirmisher removed its tail from her neck and used it to split her synthsuit straight down her back, then gently started peeling her out of it. Able to look freely, Janette's gaze fell down to see both Gloria and Jessica, as well as what remained of XJ-9. While the troopers from the light infantry squad were restrained by Grubs (or at least half their number, the other half nowhere to be found), both Jessica and Gloria were being used by a pair of Skirmishers.

Gloria was riding the cock of the Skirmisher behind her, her legs flailing about with each thrust as her body hung from her arms pulled out to either side, the thrusting causing what would otherwise have been an awe inspiring sight with her breasts bouncing in mesmerizing circles.

Jessica was obscured by the Skirmisher above her, but had her legs folded over her into a mating press with her legs wrapped around it's body. The Skirmisher's pace was noticeably increasing until it pushed in deep one final time, causing Jessica's legs to tense and a stream of cum to spurt out from her folds.

Janette could now feel the cold night air on her skin. The best she could hope for would be that the rest of the Amazons could stop the horde here... otherwise the rest of the planet would share their fate.

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