Black: Queen d8 X d5

"I repeat, hostiles aboard, Command please confirm, over." Gunda repeated. Something was seriously wrong here, there were aliens aboard and all of a sudden her comms weren't getting through to command.

Up overhead, one of the Jettes that had boosted up to the top of a stack of cargo containers higher than the rest looked like she was having similar problems with communications over the squad channel. With apparent frustration she used hand motions to call for the rest of her section to follow her lead, their inability to coordinate over comms now posing a flight hazard if not kept in check.

Two of the jettes following her quickly boosted up to the top of the containers, let their packs recharge, and fell in behind their section lead as she hopped down to the other side.

"Clara has the right idea, fall in!" Gunda called out to Bess and June, and they quickly fell in behind her. Seconds later they were hopping from stack to stack, searching for more aliens to shoot. After a few hops they reached the edge of the cargo hold and Gunda turned around to find something even more disturbing, "June? Where's Bess?"

June looked around then seemed shocked, "what the...? She was behind me just a second ago!"

"Show me! Take me back to where you last saw her... and keep a look out!" Gunda barked, any joviality from earlier clearly gone.

June did as instructed and after only a couple hops came to a standstill on one of the stacks, peering over the edges and all around, "I looked back right here and she had just made contact, she was running across the top of the container and was about to make her next jump when I had to turn forward for my landing, it couldn't have been a thruster malfunction, I would have heard that..." June trailed off, clearly not able to make sense of it.

Gunda turned to face the direction they had come and peered over the edge. If Bess had failed her jump there would be some sign of her, jet pack mishaps were anything but subtle. Gunda turned back to face June, "Alright, we're going to have to fall back and repo- June? June!" Gunda cried out. She had just been there! Where had she gone!?

'To hell with this!' Gunda thought, she was getting out of here to get backup. With a running start, she leaped over the edge and... felt an iron like grip on her ankle as she was yanked right back and downward. Before she could even process what had happened she was twisted around to face the shadowy sides of the containers she had leapt from. The gears in her head started to turn once more as she saw a massive figure, maybe 8 feet in height using it's feet and long flexible tail to anchor itself into the container, both it's hands, with dagger like claws, now manhandling the jet trooper to bring her face to face with it's jet black oblong head.

Gunda instinctively inhaled, preparing to scream at the top of her lungs at the monster that was before her, but felt warm moist goo impact her face as this monster spit something onto her, it wrapping over her mouth down to her chin then hardening as it quickly reacted to the open air. When Gunda cried out, it came out more as a soft whimpering than anything her lungs were truly capable of.

Satisfied, the monster wrapped one arm around it's catch then silently leaped between the stacks of cargo, leaping from one wall to the next, it's claws piercing the metallic surfaces with nothing but an unnatural soft hum that could barely be heard over the gust of air blasting past Gunda's face every time they launched. Finally, they arrived back at the tallest stack of containers that Clara had formed up her section on, but this time Gunda noticed on the opposite side, just one level down from the tops of the other containers a hole had been carved out of the side.

With one more leap, the armored and spiked alien landed, roughly tossed her inside, then quickly followed after. What Gunda saw inside sent a chill down her spine.

The light from the Cargo hold shown through enough to see Clara's 2 troopers from her section hogtied nude and being loaded onto a pair of grubs that climbed up out of a tunnel through the lower containers. They had turned the containers themselves into passageways for the hive! The 2 victims appeared to still be struggling as they were carried off to their fate, though their faces and pelvises were covered in more of that black goop covering Gunda's mouth.

On either wall of the container, Gunda saw both Clara and Bess slammed back into the wall behind them. Their bodies and faces were mostly obstructed from view as the alien monsters bulk blocked them. This did not keep their legs from being seen parted to either side of the monster's torso, flailing about with each thrust.

Gunda's assailant picked her up and pushed her up against the wall herself, she briefly saw June being handled in much the same way across from her before all she could see was the jet black armored torso of the alien preparing to use her. She looked down and saw a massive cock between it's legs lining up on her as it brought it's head down beside hers, letting out a long steady *Hisssssss*, then slowly and firmly pushed in, parting her legs to either side, and finally sliding into her cunt slowly and unrelenting.

Gunda's gasp was muffled by her gag as it picked up the pace.

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The Skirmishers had managed to capture these pesky humans with relative ease. Their mobility due to their jump packs had threatened to reveal the Hive prematurely and thus the Broof Queen had required the Skirmishers to carve their way out of their hiding spot early to keep the Jet Troopers from reporting back in. With the first two females already on their way back to the nest, the Skirmishers finished inside their next two catches with one last hard thrust, their seed filling them so completely it began to overflow.

With their task complete the Skirmishers grabbed the females by their legs, held them upside down, and spit up more adhesive to cover the female's pelvises, plugging the fluids seeping out of them before handing them off to a pair of waiting grubs for transport. These breeders would produce more Skirmishers for the Hive, there would be no interference.

The last two Skirmishers currently occupied moved to finish up, the need to move onto a new target clear to them all. Without any argument or complaint, impossibilities to members of the Hive, they picked up the pace, rushing to climax as their new breeders were left to grunt and squirm...

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