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Fading in and out of conciousness. Limbs too weak to lift. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Feeling her hot, sweaty body resting against me, her warmth spreading throughout my body. I culd faintly feel my lips quivering, though I don't know if anything came out. To her it may have sounded like a balloon deflating, just, 'ssssssssss.'

I could feel the pressure her expanding chest gave me, pushing down upon me. Her throbbing heart and hot breath sending electric shocks rolling through my body.

Finally, finding it fruitless to resist any longer, I gave in and fell asleep with my beautiful Mandalorian woman on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. I never felt so safe to sleep.

 

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She waited for a while before getting up silently from the bed. While she had indeed needed a rest after fucking like that, she wasn't tired enough to need to sleep especially since it was only the early afternoon.

Gra'tia put her helmet back on, gathered her armor, and walked naked back to her own quarters to take a nice, hot shower. She reached between her legs, looking at the thick, white cum that glossed her fingers. He had really deposited a very large load inside her like a bull in heat. Why she found that incredibly sexy, she wasn't sure. In any case, she cleaned herself and exited the shower, dried her hair off, and put her helmet and armor back on.

There was no telling when he would wake up, so she decided to simply polish her armor while he napped.

 

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An endless dark. That's what I found myself in. Weightless. Hovering. No feeling in any part of my body. Gradually I started to come back to this world. My eyes opened and was in a pitch black room.

Gropping in the dark, my hands touched air and then the matress. "Gra'tia?" weakly calling out. A little louder, "Gra'tia?" No response. Hmm. Her religion demanded her face be concealed, but I also didn't want to be fumbling around in the dark. Since she didn't answer me, and wasn't beside me, I took it to be that she left my cabin.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and hopping off, a chill rolled up my body the instant the pads touched the cold metal floor. Shuffling over to the door, a finger touches the light switch. "Gra'tia? I'm turning on the light," as a final challenge. No response.

Click!

For a moment I was blinded by the light. My eyes closed and adjusted. Opening them again and looking around the interior, my heart sank to realize that she wasn't in my cabin. Dank ferrick. A sigh and grumble. Gathering up my discarded clothes and shuffling into the shower, I quickly wash myself of the accumilated sweat off my body.

What transpired was a blur. Glimpses and flashes. My crotch was still mad at me, though.

 

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Over the next few days, the two of them spent time, chatted, and fucked. She made sure to give him time to recover after each romp, seeing as he didn't seem the type to "go all night," but rather a "one-and-done" sort of man. Not that he didn't satisfy her- she always left having cum at least once herself. He simply didn't have the strength or stamina to match her own, and he seemed to suffer from muscle aches more often than not.

It was only later that she realized that it probably would have been more polite to either stay with him until he awoke, or leave him some sort of message. So, whenever they would have sex and he fell asleep, she would leave a little voice-recording card in his hand that would say something like, "good waking to you- I'll be in my quarters if you need me." The voice was always affectionate, spoken in a soft whisper so as not to wake him up when she recorded it.

Soon it came up on the sensors that they were approaching their target: the prison. She had braced herself for this mission, but she still felt the usual nerves that came with any dangerous venture. Gra'tia wasn't the only one she had to be concerned about. Now she had Redar, and she didn't want anything to happen to him while she was inside. She also didn't want him to come for her if she got herself captured. If neither a highly-trained stealth operative nor a battle-hardened fighter could not get out alive, then Redar stood little chance no matter how good his shooting skills were.

She stood in the cock-pit in her full armor, watching as the prison came into view. It was large enough to have intimidating defenses, but small enough not to draw too much attention to itself. Hopefully things would go smoothly...

 

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Each time I awoke, a recording of her played in hand, and my cock and sack screaming at me. Completely drained and regretting myself, until hearing her sultry voice on the recording, and I would forgive myself and renew it all over again. Each time we fucked I remembered something else of her. The big ass and big breasts affections are replaced with her hot breath and sultry voice. The short hair and the mental image of what her face was, as we kissed, our tongues lashing at each other. Ending with our hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, unable to get a solid grip.

The ship's NAVCOM informed us we are nearing our destination. Fun and games are over with. Stepping out of my shower and slipping into some clean clothes, I strap my blaster belt around my waste and emerge from my quarters, and into the cockpit.

First thing I saw was Gra'tia there. Unable to hide my smile I sat in my chair. Hard not to look in her direction and not get a stiffy. "Okay. Okay. Let's see what we are dealing with," setting up the scans of the base's exterior. If I know the Empire they would have long range scanners to pick up anything, or anyone straying too close.

My job was to get her as close as possible. Then it was all up to Gra'tia from here. I needed a place to stay concealed until getting the word. Coming down low and skimming the surface of the planet, the sensors picked up a suitable place, a small plateau about a kilometer short of the prison. Through its center was a deep fissure. Just large enough to accept the Outlander.

Pulling up a holocast map of the area for us to review, I pointed out the plateau, "I can set us down here. Keep us out of sight."

 

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"That would be good," she nodded approvingly. "Once we land, I will continue on toward the prison. It total, the rescue should not take more than two hours. You may wait for me as long as you like after the time limit has expired, but..." There was a sigh from under her helmet.

"Redar, if I'm not back after a reasonable amount of time, I don't want you to try to rescue me from the Imperials. It would be far too dangerous to attempt and would only result in needless pain and suffering." She approached him and put a hand on his cheek. It was a tender caress, one that relayed the affection that one couldn't see on her face. "Do you understand?"

 

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'Not come rescue you? I wasn't going to let her be captured by the Imps. Their ISB people would cook her in several ways. Outlander was tough, it could brave the prison's defense...' That's when she touched my cheek, and imposed her question.

"I understand" speaking in barely above a whisper. Couldn't even look up at her helmet. Felt so defeating to feel so helpless, and I didn't want to say it. She was making me. From here it was her mission. My part was over until it came time to leave, if that time ever came.

Daring to look up, holding back my tears, and clearing my throat, "Just...be careful, Gra'tia" still speaking softly.

 

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It didn't escape her that he was struggling to accept that he might have to stand by while something happened to her. Such a thing would be difficult for most to handle, and she knew that his struggle was born from his feelings for her. Were she in his position she would feel the same.

"I will." she finally whispered, wishing for the first time that she didn't have to complete a mission.

There was a pause before she reached up and covered his eyes with his hand. He would hear a slight shuffling as she removed her helmet and pressed her lips against his, delivering a sweet, affectionate kiss.

 

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When the hand came up, I didn't expect it, until she shielded my eyes. Then came the kiss, and I smiled widely. Wanting to give her tongue. No. Don't do that. Don't spoil the moment. Wanting more of it, but she pulled back. Holding her hand over my eyes until the helmet went back on. That cold, stoic black visor staring at me. Making me wonder what she was doing behind that Beskar. Was she trying to suppress her feelings, or what?

I wouldn't know. That's the best part about it, the mystery of her. The less I see of her, the better the intrigue. For all this time, since we met, piecing her together, there was a faint image of what Gra'tia was appearance wise. Her character speaks for itself. The sex was phenomenal. Her body out of this world. Her skills top tier. Her devotion bordering on zealot. All that melted away when she gave me that parting kiss. It told me that, even though she was still observing her 'no see' rule of her face, she still had genuine affection for me, as I did for her.

Looking up at her. There was nothing else I could say. Watching her leave the cockpit, I couldn't leave my seat. For doing so would mean I would watch her disappear, shrinking away on the horizon. That's not how I wanted to remember Gra'tia leaving me. A blind and passionate kiss, and one last look at her backside leaving the cockpit.

 

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She didn't look back. She couldn't. If she did, then she might turn back and return to him without moving forward towards her intended mission. Gra'tia scaled the crevasse easily with her jet-pack before continuing on foot. The closer she got, the more imposing the prison seemed. Surprisingly though, she was able to make it to the vent in question without coming across any patrols or raising the alarm. It was chalked up to good luck, though she did find it odd.

The woman made her way through the vent and then into the pipes of the place, having to crawl and sometimes squeeze herself through some tight spaces. This was aided by the presence of a black liquid she was starting to notice the further she got in. It didn't seem corrosive, but who was to say what would happen were any of it ingested in any way. Why they had black liquid coming out of their pipes was the question most prevalent in her mind. What was it, and why did it seem rather sinister?

In any case, the faster she completed her task, the faster she could contemplate these questions from the safety of the Outlander.

Finally, she made it to an air-vent that opened to a maintenance room. The place was... startlingly unmaintained. She would have expected the place to be impeccably clean and sterile, but it had splotches of black, fleshy material on the walls, and some of the machines had emergency lights blinking. Frankly, she was surprised that the place still had power.

At this point she was on high-alert. Something was very wrong here. She preemptively took out her pistol and started toward where she thought her rescue target might be. Everywhere she went, there was either no one there, or there were bodies of Imps. It looked as though they had been ripped apart, pierced by something spear-like, or partially eaten. She was starting to suspect that perhaps everyone in the facility might be dead.

Gra'tia was just starting to suspect that she should turn back and get out when she heard sounds from another room that sounded human.

......

20 minutes.

60 minutes.

2 hours.

Time passed, and Gra'tia did not return to the Outlander.

 

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How incredibly long is two hours? Not looking at any clock, unable to communicate. Turning off most systems to avoid scans, the only thing I could do was sit and wait. Too eager to sleep or do anything else to pass the time. Normally if I was bored I go jerk off in my cabin. Not even that would suffice.

'Bored. Bored. Bored!'

Racking my head with thoughts. The longer I sat there the more this itchy feeling came over me. This was an Imperial prison. There had to be thousands of these all over the Galaxy. Yet, this one here was dead silent. Looking at the passive systems of the Outlander, the ship was picking up absolutely nothing. The prison had gone silent. That's not normal protocol if a prison was in danger, suffering a riot or break out attempt. Their alarms would be screaming, and reinforcements called in.

It has to be over two hours. There was nothing. No signal. No alerts. No explosions. Just dead silence. This wasn't right. At all. The Imps had protocol for every contingency, just as Gra'tia had for her situations. Yet, neither side is reacting. No. No. I have to do something. Just sitting here will drive me crazy.

Despite Gra'tia's plea to stay put, I just couldn't do it. Coming with the Outlander would certainly be stupid. Going back to my 'arms room' I took out a blaster rifle, some thermal detonators, and a pouch studded belt and geared up for a fight.

This was me not trying to be the hero, swooping in to save the day. This just felt like the right thing to do. If I'm right then Gra'tia's in danger. I mean, over her head danger. If I'm wrong, then I screwed the operation. Worth the risk. Stepping off the Outlander and onto the planet's surface, I headed towards the prison as a jog.

 

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The closer he got, the more apparent it was that the prison was not the upstanding Imperial fortress it had been built for- at least not anymore. Some of the lights were flickering on the outside of it, as though the power source wasn't particularly reliable or was having some sort of issue. There were no guards on the outside, and the cameras that would normally be scanning the area did not move as though they had no power to them at all.

Since Gra'tia had approached via the vent and not the main or side entrance, she didn't notice that there was a body or two camped behind certain large rocks as though they were hiding or trying to catch their breaths. One of the men who looked to be an Imperial officer had his arm ripped off, while the other had bled out from some wounds on his chest. Both of them had a thick layer of black liquid on their pants though, spatters of it on their uniforms as well.

 

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Eerily quiet. No guards? Something was telling me that incouldnt use the doors. There had to be another way in, like a vent. A facility like this needed vents. The trick was to find them, as they were concealed.

Blaster pistol in hand and sticking to the rocks, the facility being oddly quiet was making me uneasy. Gra'tia was tough, but I don't think what I was seeing was her work, not entirely.

Creeping behind a boulder to find a vent, I almost stepped on two bodies of slain Imps. My heart climbed into my throat. Such mutilation on the bodies. Gra'tia's work? Not like her to rip someone's arm off. I would figure it would be much more efficient to just stab or shoot them.

The look of frozen horror on their faces. Eyes wide and mouths open as if killed mid-scream. Hiding from something. Gra'tia? I didn't see any carbon scoring, but I did see black goo on them, looked like raw oil. I didn't touch it. Looking at it for several seconds, then poking it with a stick.

Throwing the stick down, my eyes fell on the severed hand. Barbaric as it sounds, I contemplated taking the severed arm with me, should there a need for security clearance.

No. It had that goo on it.

This wasn't making sense. Now my thoughts felt justified in going against Gra'tia's orders.

Finding a vent and peering inside, I swallowed hard. "Here goes nothing," pulling myself inside.

 

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The vent didn't have black goo in it until he went further inside and reached a ventilation crossroads. Upon taking one of the routes, he would find himself sliding downward at a decline. Thankfully it wasn't a sharp decline, so he didn't build up much speed and came to a gentle stop when he reached the bottom. From there he would continue on until he heard sounds.

It was difficult to make out at first, but eventually the sounds could be identified as moans. Several feminine voices were moaning as though in the pleasure of an intimate act. If he followed the vent, he would find himself in the corner of the command center, and if he peeked out, what he saw would shock most people.

The room was completely spattered in black goo, and in the middle of the room there was a creature. It looked like a horse with no neck and trunk-like legs, simply a large maw with plenty of razor-sharp teeth at the front. Like the black goop, it was black and sludgy, and the stuff seemed to drip off the beast. Clearly it was producing the stuff, though one could deduce that the goop itself wasn't harmful to skin.

If there was any doubt of this, there were several naked women in the room to prove it. They were also painted in the creature's ooze, their hair wet with it and slicked down against their neck and shoulders. It was hard to tell the women apart other than the general shape of them, but it could be assumed that the majority of them were women from the imperial forces. The creature had dozens of tentacles that sprouted from its back, tentacles that wrapped around the women and restrained them as other tentacles pilfered their unprotected holes. They moaned, a white sludge coating their thighs and dripping from their mouths.

On the other side of the room, one might notice several pieces of beskar having been discarded in random places on the floor, indicating that Gra'tia was likely among the women he was now watching. There were also blaster marks on the walls.

 

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"What the druk!" clapping a hand over my mouth at the show. Never in my life had I ever seen such a vile looking creature. For about a minute I was staring at it through the slats in the vent. Were the Imps up to some sort of biological experiments, or did they just so happen to find this thing? So many tentacles it was like looking into a forest. Finding one long tentacle and following it along it reached a woman, one length wrapped around her chest and held her in place. Another wrapped around one leg and pushed into her anal cavity. Stifling her moans was a third tentacle pushing itself down her throat.

Looking around further, spying the pieces of armor over there, the hair on my neck stood up. First thing came to mind, Gra'tia! In looking at the figures, I couldn't tell who was who. Too far away to discern their bodies with that goo all over them. Their voices, couldn't tell as they overlapped each other to create a constant drone of moaning. It would have been alluring to hear all the moaning if I wasn't looking at this abomination.

"Okay. Think of something. Think of something! You got this thing, this monster, and it's holing all these women. What do you do? Rescue Gra'tia, of course, and the Mandalorian they came to rescue. If there was to be an escape from this place, that thing would have to die. Otherwise it could escape and do this to anyone else. As much as I don't like the Imps, I wouldn't wish this kind of fate on anyone.

I don't know if it had an weakness, or how I could save these women without killing them accidentally. Either way I sliced it, what I did carry would not be enough. Needed more firepower. If the Imps are good at something it was having an armory with a lot of toys in it.

"Hold on, Gra'tia, I'll get you out of there," saying to myself before shuffling away quietly from the vent cover.

 

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Gra’tia thought she had seen some movement near a vent, but she wasn’t able to confirm. Honestly, she was more than a little out of it. Ever since the creature had gotten the best of her, she had been trapped here with the rest of the women, fucked and fucked again.

It felt like slime, but less intense. It didn’t affect her mind at all, but her body was extremely sensitive to every touch, every caress. She had cum so many times, it was exhausting. And yet she couldn’t stop,

Worst of all, her helmet had been stripped from her along with the rest of her armor.

 

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Grumbling to myself, shuffling along on my hands and knees. A simple rescue mission turns into...this! How are we going to explain this when we get back, if we get back.

'Don't think like that. Negative attitude defeats your purpose. You're here to rescue Gra'tia. Just think of them big titties and ass...and her short hair. Her hot lips....her sultry voice in your ear. The warmth of her firm body in your hands...'

Now I was fighting an erection. Hopefully this thing's hearing isn't the best that it can hear an erection, or hear me trying to motivate myself.

Shuffling along I find a vent cover and peer through. It was a corridor. If I pop off this vent and jump down, I can search for the armory.

 

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She really hoped Redar had stayed put- all the men in the compound had been brutally killed by the thing, and it was only by merit of being a woman that she herself had survived. It seemed that the thing had a penchant for fucking women indiscriminately, and that didn't bode well. Not only was she worried that the thing was going to lay eggs inside them, but that if Redar tried to save her he would be killed as well. Blaster fire was about as useless as throwing pieces of fruit at it, and not even her taser bomb had done much.

It seemed impervious to heat-related attacks, electricity, and sheer brute force, so she wasn't sure how her companion could even hope to contend with it if he tried. The only thing she could think of that might have an impact would be to freeze it somehow. She didn't have any weapons like that, unfortunately, and she was a bit tied up at the moment. If Redar came in, guns blazing, she was sure it was the last she would ever see of him.

The only good thing about any of this was that at least she knew that her rescue target was alive. She was there too, being fucked by that thing in the throng of moaning women.

 

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Dropping down to the floor, I pause and look left and right. Listen intently. Faintly the sound of moans carried through the metal corridor. The corridors had pipes running along the baseboards. Looked like cooling lines, probably ran throughout the entire place.

Following the pipes they led to an armory! Excellent. The door to it was open, even better! Stepping in I felt like a child in a candy store. Say what you will about the Imps, they had a large amount of toys to play with. Racks upon racks of weapons of all sorts. What should I use?

Browsing the array, the first thing that came to mind was, big explosions! Some thermal and implosion detonators. Those have worked before. This made me pause. If I start throwing bombs in that control room, I'm liable to hit those women this thing they are being held by. Take those just in case, grabbing several and placing them in my pockets.

Heavy blasters? Hmmm. Too much for one man to carry. Oh! Flammers! Those are good! Hehehe. Grabbing one flammer and a couple bottles of fuel, I got strapped in. My mind flashed with the fantasy, being the hero and rescuing the damsel in distress. Get Gra'tia and get out contact, and their armor, and get out. This made me smile marching back down the corridor and right to the control room.

The door parted and in I stepped. Looking around the tentacles continued their orgy, the women continued to groan and moan as white and black goo dripped to the floor. This made my lips curled back.

"Hey, ugly!" calling out to it. The creature's elongated head jerked towards me. Hefting up the flammer, "Eat it!" exclaiming whilst letting loose a long blue tongue of flame.

HARRRRROOOOOOOOOOSH!

Holding down the trigger, the intensity of the heat striking my face made my eyes closed as the moisture in my eyes dried out. Kept holding down the trigger until the bottle ran dry.

Rubbing my eyes with one hand, and looking up, I expected the monster to be brunt to a crisp. My heart sank and my skin turned pale. That damn thing really DID eat it! Now it was looking at me, mouth agape and mouth bristling with teeth. It let out a howl and came rolling towards me!

"Crap!" turning on my heels I bolted down the corridor, back the way I came.

 

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The women were all startled to see a man having entered the room. As far as most of them were aware, every man in the compound had been systematically hunted down and killed. Gra'tia recognized him though and her heart dropped. While she could commend him for his bravery, she feared what was going to happen to him. This thing seemed almost indestructible, not even blasters affecting it. In her eyes, Redar didn't stand a chance unless he was somehow able to run away in time. She would have shouted for him to run and not stop running until he reached his ship, but her mouth was currently being stuffed with one of the thing's oozing tentacles.

At the same time, she felt ashamed that he was seeing her in such a vulnerable position, with her helmet removed no less. If they survived this, she was going to have to beg Mandalore to approve her entrance into the sacred waters so that she could resolve her apostate status. Hopefully they would allow her to do so, to reclaim her honor after the shame of being bested and exposed.

As she expected, the flames did little to nothing to the creature other than making it annoyed. It pulled all the women against its body as it took off after Redar, unwilling to cease its fucking of the women, but also compelled to give chase. It roared as it charged down the hall toward him, not quite as agile as it usually was with roughly nine women on its back.

 

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"Crap! Crap! Crap!" running and shedding the flamer. That was useless! Now the sucker was after me. Down the corridor we went. I could feel the beast right behind me. As if one those tentacles was constantly extended and reaching out to grab me. Probably wanting to add me to that collection on its back, or rip me in half.

Dare not to look back, less I see those tentacles and that ugly looking head. Where do I go? This whole place was foreign to me. Certainly couldn't jump back into the duct. It was out of reach and that thing was too close to my heels.

Think! Think! Think! Think! Think! Think!
If flames aren't going to work on it, what else would? Still can't risk explosives, or else I hurt the prisoners it was dragging around with them. A cold shiver rolled up my body. The thought of what could happen to me, being violated like that. A fate worse than death.

What was I thinking?! Running in there with a flamer! Stupid! IF you make it out of this, it will be by sheer dumb luck!
Rounding another corner, drawing my blaster pistol, I was prepared to try a shot. Perhaps getting it in the mouth. Might stun it long enough to gain some distance. Just as soon as I rounded the corner, pistol drawn, spun on my heels to face the creature.

Just as soon as I did, I was looking up at this thing. It's gaping maw bristling with teeth. Tentacles flapping like wings away from its body. On its back are the people it was violating. Even now it was not letting them slip away.

AARRROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW
"Okay, ugly! It's just you and me!" I yelled out, aimed and fired a single shot at its open mouth. "Eat it!"

KRAOW!

To my surprise, and horror, it ate my shot! "You're not going to get me! You're not going to get me!" peddling backwards, its slimy tentacles lashing for me. That's when one of them finally grabs my ankle and pulls, sweeping me right off my feet. I didn't take my finger off the trigger. The pistol discharged sending a red laser bolt bouncing off the walls several times.

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
ARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW
The thing was howling mad now. It let go of me. Laying on the cold floor and lifting my head. The creature let out a piercing, resonating scream that shook the facility. Both hands are clapped over my ears. 'AUGH! What is this?!'

 

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There was the sound of several women screaming in surprise before they were all dumped onto the floor. Several of them started coughing out the creature’s thick, white cum. None of them had the strength to stand at the moment though, shaking and exhausted as they were.

The side of the creature’s body had frozen solid from the now leaking pipe on the side of the wall. It was a cooling vent pipe, and the contents of it was spraying from a perfectly round hole. A couple of the women might have had some freeze burns, but it wasn’t anything a little bacta wouldn’t heal in very short order.

Three of the tentacles on that side cracked and shattered on the floor as they fell off, the creature howling in pain and anger. It then fixed its eyes on Redar again, letting out a snarl before lumbering toward him again. It was injured, its side cracking and chipping as it ran.

Gra’tia lifted her head to watch, hoping that there were more cooling pipes for him to hit, or some other form of freezing method he could employ. For the first time since she’s been captured, it seemed like there was now hope for escape.

 

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It was wounded! How? Looking at its side, chunks of it are falling off leaving tail of odd looking ice cubes. Then a glance over at the wall. One of the pipes...the large hole where the stuff came out was now frosted over. Ice? Freezing! The sucker was vulnerable to ice. Sitting up and looking around, there had to be another pipe, or something that I could hit.

HARRRROOOOOOOOOOW!
Flapping out its remaining tentacles that sharply rose and struck the ceiling. It persisted in moving forward still towards me despite despite its injuries. It looked angry. It looked hungry. It looked ugly.

"Okay. Okay. Where are...." on the opposite side of the corridor there was another pipe. Hopefully another cooling pipe. Here's hopping. Looking up at the snarling beast, and then at the pipe, 'Here goes nothing' and fired twice in rapid succession.

KRAKOW KRAKOW

 

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As a popular saying in the galaxy went: "in some circumstances, two holes are better than one," and it certainly rang true in this situation. The pipes burst with jets of freezing steam and it hit the creature right in its other side and face. The thing shrieked in pain, twitching and flinching as its body started to freeze. It looked like some sort of concrete sculpture by the time the winter blast had rendered it dead. It was frozen mid-roar, its intimidating rows of teeth spread wide as though to take a chunk out of someone.

The women watched in awe and amazement, one of them laughing with relief. Gra'tia herself smiled fondly at him, grateful both that they had survived the encounter despite the odds. While she was still difficult to tell apart from the rest of the women due to the state of them all, she had unique eyes. One red, one blue, just as she had told him.

 

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I held my position for a moment, looking it over carefully. Frozen solid. A long sigh left me and my shoulders sagged. Knees weak that I slumped to the floor and hunched forward. That was so scary that I nearly vomited. No one is going to believe me when I tell them this horror story. What is it all worth it?

Worth it? Worth it. DRUK! GRA'TIA!

Then I heard coughing. Muffled voices. Blinking several times and standing up, a couple of naked figures. Couldn't tell who they were because they had goo covering their bodies still. Rising up and coming towards them, they looked exhausted. When some of them saw me, they didn't react. They just looked up and stared at me. Barely moving. As if they couldn't see me, or they couldn't react at all, other than some mumbles and unblinking eyes.

"I'm here to help." For some reason I shied away from looking at them directly. Not to ogled and take advantage of them. I've seen countless naked women before. This was not the time to be thinking of that. I'm looking for one person. "I'm looking for Gra'tia! Gra'tia!" calling out as loud as I could. If she was among them, her religion...I can't look at her face, but I had to find her! Keeping cautious. This was still Imp territory. "Gra'tia? Gra'tia! Can you hear me! It's Redar!"

If she was among them, perhaps there was something I could use to cover herself, before I could see her face. Had to find her first.