Waiting...

The elevator deposited Marie into a small collection of corridors, and before too long, she was at the docking platform. Naturally, no tram was ready just yet, Marie cursing loudly as she shook her head in anger.

"Samson, I gotta call a tram. I might be a tad late." warned Marie, Samson replying with a gruff acceptance as Marie tapped into the nearby terminal. A few keystrokes, and the tram station announced that a new car would be brought forward quickly. The noise from the machine bringing the tram car forward was unfortunately quite loud, and Marie grumbled under her breath as the various gears whirred and clicked.

Sure enough, a nearby vent exploded with a screech as two Nymphomorph slashers jumped out, their vision instantly locking on Marie.

"Oh come on!" she yelled, simply over the amount of fighting she had to do. Her sword beaming proudly, Marie waited for them to get within striking distance, and she immediately went to work.

Having cut down so many of these creatures meant that Marie had some serious skill now, and she carved up both the slashers with little effort on her part. She would be lying if she didn't say that the smell of the leaking ichor from their cocks didn't make her thirsty, but she had no one nearby to admit that too thankfully.

There was no point in celebrating her victory however, as the moment she cut down the two slashers, a familiar deep groan sounded from a nearby door. Shredding the bulkhead, the massive creature that Marie had fought back on the Medical deck was standing just a few feet away, its groaning mouth letting out a deep roar. A huge cock swung from below it's legs, a cock that would no doubt be the end of Marie if she let it.

"There is no way my luck is this bad!"