Mission 1 debriefing and aftermath...

Standing up and getting dressed again once she cleaned out as much of the cum as she could, Gina winced and did her best not to think about the millions of little tadpoles her careless landlord had blasted up into her, all swimming zealously in search of their goal. Unfortunately her telekinesis wasn't precise enough to be used inside her own body - and, like many people with genetic enhancements, she couldn't afford the highly-specialized, individually tailored birth control pills that were compatible with her particular package of upgrades. She tried to think about the bright side - four less murderous, **** zasarian gangsters on her planet and now Carl would be too (rightly) afraid of her retribution to hold out on her for any of the resources she needed to do her job. As much as she wanted to go plant her foot squarely up his ass, she needed this safehouse bad, and now she was secure. There had to be more to this goz being chased down like that than just being another breeding ****...

Ugh, there was that word again, 'breeding'. Toasty felt a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. Well, as much as she needed to conserve her credits and avoid going deeper into debt, she really felt she needed the peace of mind, so once she was fully clothed again (as close to fully clothed as she ever got, that is), Gina headed to a little sex shop run by (who else?) a sleazy little grey. The little guy started giggling salaciously and making innuendos when she mentioned she needed a 'morning after' pill suitable for gene-upgraded humans, but when Gina offhandedly mentioned that she'd caused a lot of destruction while dealing with some criminals today and couldn't guarantee the safety of other shops in the future, leaning on the counter and giving the flannel-shirt-clad grey a hard look, the small alien stopped laughing at her misfortune and rummaged around in his pill cabinet. He seemed to be having trouble finding it and looked nervous.

"Well, most of them are expired, but uh... oh! Here you go!" the sex-shop owner pushed a single-pill blister pack at her nervously. Though Gina didn't notice it, he breathed a tiny sigh of relief when she peeled open the package and gulped it down without looking too closely. "Put it on my room's tab." Gina said flatly as she walked off. The grey was very relieved, resolving to restock soon so he didn't have to pawn off any more expired pills on people...

Morning after pill use: According to the rules it's all part of one roll but since it is, well, a post-preventive measure I'll go ahead and re-roll for Gina, with the +10 bonus to her effective luck that emergency contraception provides. 3 (human) +3 (luck) +10 (morning after) = 16, so she needs to roll a 15 or below on a second roll. The result... Well, see for yourself: http://postimg.org/image/wfywx3rkf/ Talk about a bad time for a natural 20.

Her mind a bit more at ease, Gina stretched out the tension she'd built up tonight on her way to the visitor's room. When she knocked, there was a hiss as the door opened after just a few seconds.

On looking at her more closely, Gina felt a sudden surge of satisfaction... This goz lady was really quite beautiful, even to the eyes of a human. With fine, downy yellow fur with round black spots, her coloration was vaguely similar to that of an earth leopard, and her pink hair had been a neat, stylish, neck-length pageboy cut before getting mussed in the attack. She was bolt awake, and looked at Gina with hopeful, slitted yellow eyes. She had a lean athletic figure like most goz, but was not without curves, particularly in the chest region, which her still-shredded pink cocktail dress showed off nicely.

Impulsive as her species often was, she hurled herself at Gina's feet and started kissing and smooching her knee before moving up to hug the human girl around her waist. Gina gasped at first but then shook her head and chuckled. Well, it was nice to see that somebody knew the right thing when they saw it, even if only because they'd been the one in danger.

"The white-coat man told me that you arranged for a room for me." she said to Gina, looking up at her with glistening feline eyes. "I thought I was bound for a fate worse than ****... thank you, a thousand times thank you! My name is... humans call me Raina Blackleaf. I don't know how I can ever repay you for any of this..."

Gina let out a slow sigh, smirking slightly and looking up at the ceiling. "Yup." was all she said for a long while. "I won't spare you the gory details. Uh... that is, trust me, you did good passing out when you did. None of those particular six-limbed garbage eaters are ever going to bother you again, trust me."

"Ummm," Raina said, blushing and settling back onto her bed. "How secure is this place? Because I saw something they won't want getting out. Those thugs from the Zoxx swarm were after me because they knew they'd be punished if their partners found out I escaped..."

Raising an eyebrow, Gina crossed her arms and gave the feline alien a predatory but good-natured smirk. "Oh, dooo tell, Raina." She'd had a feeling that the zasarians wouldn't lay down the thousands in bribe credits they'd need to get inside here just for one lone female who'd escaped their clutches. "I mean that - tell me every detail."

Raina looked surprised and a little put off. "Oh. Well, it isn't a pleasant story..." she laughed nervously. "But then, they rarely are on this world, are they...? Ahem, so, I was a comfort girl working in the Lucky Moon #4 casino... one of the places that just opened up in the past few years, brought in by those not-so-legitimate kitsune businessmen? Well... I had the misfortune of being dragged into one of their private, underground events, just because they needed another serving girl to 'entertain' the guests and, I guess, didn't have time to vet me."

"Ahhhhh yeah here we go." Gina perked up visibly, rubbing her hands together. "A major Bakuto operation - not what I was expecting but I'll take it. What have they got going on there, kitty... an offworld percoleaf smuggling hub?"

Raina shook her head and shuddered, gulping. "No, worse than that, much worse. Rich gamblers come there from offworld, from dozens of worlds all around - the reason is because they host debauched events that can't be found outside the most lawless worlds of the fringe, like this one. They have sick game shows and battle royales for betting on, with the participants tricked or **** into entering contests where they get subjected to **** humiliation, ****, ****... and in the worst shows of all, even have to fight each-other to the ****. It was... sickening. My immediate boss, Itsuki, had always been so nice to me, I thought she was a really good person at heart, so I tried to convince her to go to INTERPPOL at the Alliance embassy... these practices are too **** to be tolerated even at the fringe, if the Alliance governments knew about it. But instead, they threw me into the contests... I nearly died, and when I didn't, they sold me to the zasarians anyway, with the understanding I'd be used as a breeding **** and kept in chains for the rest of my life. I ran the first chance I got... and I thank all the stars of the universe that someone stood up to the ones that came after me."

Gina paused for a minute, then let out a low, impressed whistle and leaned against the wall. "Whoooooooooo... Damn. Every time I think I have a handle on just HOW badly some of the beings on this planet need to die, somebody dials their shittiness up to a new level. So I'll tell you what, Raina; I'm not going to lie, I can't give you much in the way of material help or promise you much of a nice life here. In all honesty, you're probably going to be back to selling your tail to make rent and pay for groceries. Can't be helped. But if you spend the next few weeks laying out the detailed ins-and-outs of the Bakuto's operation at this Lucky Moon casino place, I'll pay them a visit, and those arrogant, manipulative fucks are going to lose their prized gambling den, and a lot of them will get a lot more mortal very quickly."

Looking shocked by that, Raina giggled nervously and twitched her ears. "Ummm... wow, that's... I mean, I appreciate the thought, but shouldn't we go to the Alliance authorities...?"

Gina shook her head vehmently. "Hell, no. Any Alliance official in a town like this is either the kind who knows how to play ball with the syndicates and cover their dirty secrets for a price, or soon being dredged up from the bottom of the nearest river. At best, the Baks will close up shop temporarily and move to another location. You know anything about using a gun, Raina? If not, well, consider learning and think it over. Because my way is the only way they'll ever get what's coming to them."

"W-what exactly are you going to do, just walk in there and, uh, attack them? They've got dozens of guards and specialized psychics for keeping control over the events!!"

"Which," Gina said with a shrug and a smirk, "Is why I'm penciling in two or three weeks of observation and planning instead of busting it open tonight. Anyway, you've had a shock, so try and get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow and we'll start planning. I'll bring a bottle of pseudotequila and some pizza, it'll be fun." Giving the goz a wink as she walked out the door, Gina cracked her knuckles and smiled. Purpose was a damn good remedy for indignity.