Wrong, epsilon squad arrives

A group of six hulking figures cram themselves into the hallway. They wear the kind of heavy armor you only wear if you have a very short walk and carry even heavier weapons. They are special enough to get away with hand-painted armor. There is no uniformity to the designs, daggers, skulls, tits, animal teeth, except for a stylized 'E' present somewhere on each black, steel shell. "God Damn It! Whore!" you scream with panic in your voice. "What is taking so long."

"I'm sorry ma'am, someone keeps blocking my access." Trying to buy her more time, you empty the Needler's magazine in the closest walking-tank. In seconds, the figure becomes a pin cushion as the barbs embed themselves. To your surprise, the metal form stops moving. Apparently, a barb pierced the armor or jammed a joint. But the remainder of the squad keeps advancing, squeezing past their immobilized teammate.

You drop the spent Needler and take a shot with your arc pistol. The electric bar smacks square in the chest of the new leader. The energy flows harmlessly over the armor to the floor where it is dispersed.

Running out of options, you draw your katana. You look towards your **** tapping the holographic display; maybe you can help her somehow.

Without warning, a beam of orange lightning hits you. You stumble back before losing complete control of your muscles. Some sort of painful energy rips through your body. It extends from a box shaped weapon carried by the second closest juggernaut. The katana and arc pistol tumble from your grip. You're frozen in place: back arched, chest forward, arms slightly stretched backward, legs spread shoulder width apart, and trembling in pain as the mysterious energy dominates your nerves. The beam seems to completely ignore your armor, but has damaged your equipment. There is a pop, and you see the ruins of your fallen pistol from the corner of your eye. Some of your grenades are fizzling; your last two flash grenades give off half-assed detonations. And then the world goes black.

Your helmet must be malfunctioning too; you can't see a thing, but you can feel each whip of pain. They travel in random paths across your body. You can only hear your own grunts and gasps as you lungs breathe uncontrollably. Trapped in the dark, you know they will capture you, probably enslave you. Would that be best? If you seduced them, they would probably let you fuck Melodia. Sure, they would punish you, torment you, humiliate you, but you can endure that until you managed to escape.

The pain stops; you regain control of your body and focus your mind, scolding yourself for giving in so easily. Pulling off your helmet, you hit its reset button. Melodia, your sex **** and savior, has closed the door temporarily ending the firefight. A thicker blastdoor is slowly locking into place over top. "Tell me... you have a pod... ready to launch," you gasp out.

"Yes ma'am," she answers, "but when I triggered the lock down both doors closed." you look behind you. The exit to the pod bay has closed too. Taking no time to think, you grab your dropped katana and stab it into the sealed door. It plunges into the metal and you start cutting a hole The energized blade manages to cut an inch long slash before its power pack, damaged by that mysterious weapon, fails and it is stuck.

Something powerful impacts the blastdoor; Melodia looks to you for leadership. You run through the remaining tools in your mind. Disintegration charges might be able to make a hole in time. You check your bandoleer but the charges' safety mechanisms were triggered by that orange beam and they were bricked. Come on, you think, there has to be something. Its just a flimsy door not even sealed for atmo.

That gives you an idea. Looking up, you see the solution. A ventilation shaft runs above you into the bay. It has a small, slotted cover right above your embedded katana. You just need to blast a hole in it. There is another thud against the door.

Regretting that you dropped your shotgun, you run through your options. The Neddler is empty; your arc pistol is somewhere between collecting dust and being dust itself. But there is that new revolver, it looked chemical based. You confirm its effectiveness by putting five bullets into the cover.

The enemy contiues smashing the blast door and it starts to glow.

You strip off your breast plate; it wont fit especially with the harpoon spike still sticking out of your back. Your helmet has reset and is now working fine, so you put it back on, and sling the bandoleer with your remaining grenades across your chest. In the last moment, you grab the remote you dropped when the harpoon struck you.

Using the stuck blade as a step, you grab the open vent. Once inside the shaft you manage to turn around and help Melodia up. Its difficult in her sexy heels, but she gets one pincer-like foot over the katana's handle and you pull her up.

You crawl backwards, so she can enter the shaft. After clambering to the vent above the bay, you kick it open and drop down. Its a little more of a drop than you were expecting; the shock of impact vibrates up your legs.

You, immediately draw your revolver and scan the room. The bay is a, you guessed it, shiny red. One wall has a ramp leading up to the prep room you were just in and another leading down to another closed door. The other three walls have four escape pods each. The pods look designed for two people. It will be cramped, but you have no problem spending the journey constantly rubbing against Melodia's naked body.

"It's safe," you tell your ****. She looks behind her for a second. "Don't worry," you command and holster your gun, "I'll catch you."

Her face fills with fear, like you just threatened her puppy. She croaks "somethings got--," and she is gone, yanked back down the shaft. You instinctively jump towards the opening, but your fingers don't make it closer than three feet to the vent. You will save her though.

Or will you? You take a good look at yourself. Your jumpsuit is split into two ruined sections. The top half barely hangs down to the top of you breasts, with only a few wisps of material dangling over your skimpy bra. Your toned belly is completely bare. The bottom half of the jumpsuit looks like a pair of tattered pants with large holes to display your frill panties and smooth legs.

For weapons you have what? a revolver and your remote. The warped handle of your stun whip makes you think its just a regular whip now. Your bandoleer is almost empty and most the remaining grenades are cracked, welded in place, or otherwise ruined. There is one sleep grenade that looks like it still has a working dispenser and one tentacle grenade that isn't dripping fried, synthetic goo. But that's nowhere near enough to face an entire destroyer.

Its not like Melodia is in any danger right? The crew knows you caused the most trouble; she was just along for the ride. Sure, they'll interrogate her and probably pass her around the barracks. However, a rather fun session involving a sybian, riding crop, and the slut recounting all her darkest fantasies lets you know she will be fine with that.

Still... she is yours.