Xcom IC

'Maria' - Central Medbay, Acid Queen

At first Maria wasn't sure what she should be doing as she followed the soldier through the spaceship. The place was a marvel, with shiny surfaces and blinking lights everywhere and the street whore had no idea what any of it was for or how it operated, instead she simply hugged her white t-shirt tightly around her body as she felt the eyes of the deckhands watching her ass bobbing along the corridor, barely covered by the cum-soaked fabric.

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It wasn't that she found the casual observation of her nudity offensive, but she was more used to having men simply walking up and fucking her as soon as they caught sight of her rather than the judgmental gazes which seemed torn between lust and disgust as she made her way through the crowded halls. In some ways she'd have preferred the crew to simply grab her, force her up against a wall and ravage her as Razor's men would have done, rather than simply staring at her with those hateful eyes which made her feel so small and uncomfortable in her own skin.

Finally reaching the medbay Temple simply left the survivor in the hands of the medtechs as he saw to his wounded soldier and then walked out without even explaining what she was supposed to be doing there or how long she should wait. After a few minutes of more judgemental stares Maria had finally had enough. Summoning her powers inside her, feeling them surging to the point of overload before releasing them the whore sent a wave of destructive force smashing out around her, throwing back several of the staring technicians and expensive medical equipment as the whirlwind of energy rolled out of her.

"Stop fucking staring at me!" She hollered, her voice echoing in the heads of everyone on the deck, and sending psychic ripples through the rest of the ship as Maria bolted out of the room and ran down the corridor, not even knowing where she was going, but knowing she had to get away from all these self-righteous jackasses who scowled and galred at her like some piece of shit animal on display.
 
Cpt. Hilary 'Bones' McCarthy - Central Medbay, Acid Queen

The doctors scuttled around Bones's stasis pod as she was brought into the medbay, quickly pumping her full of antiseptics, antibiotics, anticoagulants and every other medication they had on hand as they tried to stabilise and prevent any further damage to her burnt and broken body. The chief medical officer, a woman born and raised on the Acid Queen by her French-Canadian parents, gazed down in confusion as the medic writhed about not in pain but instead with intense pleasure.

"What medications was this woman given?" She asked the officer who'd brought her in, but the Major seemed to have already vanished, obviously busy with far more pressing issues than the well-being of his teammate. With her eyes wandering over to the lost and frightened looking girl who'd arrived with the patient Dr Bouchard was just about to head over to ask her a few questions when suddenly the girl let out a piercing scream and a wave of psionic energy washed out of her, smashing equipment sand people all around her.

Thrown back across the room, Dr Bouchard was slammed into the bulkhead before falling down on top of a pile of damaged equipment. Almost immediately one of the medtechs was standing over her, a hand offered to help her back onto her feet. As she looked around the room the doctor saw no sign of the girl, and quickly reached for the comm unit built into the wall.

"This is a general emergency. We have a runaway from the Central Medbay. She appear to be highly distressed and in need of restraint, and is Psionic. I repeat, the girl is Psionic." She announced into the speaker, reporting the facts as quickly and concisely as she could before turning her attention back to her patient.

Bones's stasis pod had taken a hit from the psionic blast and as Dr Bouchard examined the readouts she saw her patient's lifesigns beginning to degrade. "Dammit! We need to do something quickly otherwise we're going to lose her."

"There's nothing that can be done, she's suffered extensive burns all over her body," One of the medical technicians opined, much to Dr Bouchard's disapproval. There was always something that could be done, if only to make the patient more comfortable in their final minutes. "The only way to save her now would be to graft on fresh skin, but we don't have enough on stand-by for the level of transplant she'd need."

As she heard the option Dr Bouchard's eyes lit up. "We do have enough skin, just not the normal kind," she said, quickly heading out the door. "Transfer the patient to the science lab on deck twelve, I may have something that will save her life."
 
Tank

Strangely enough, he didn't feel the psionic ripple, not that he was imune to psionic attacks, most likely his one-track mind made him slightly non-perceptable to psionics not directed at him. As he turned a corner, the last stretch to the mess-hall, a cross section to be honest, he just had to turn, a small figure ran full-tilt into him. Just as the intercom came to life to inform the ship of a runaway. Tank of course did the first thing that came to mind, he placed a restraining hand on the person's arm.

Only then did he realize that it was the former-prisoner they have brought up with them. "Hmph, they could 'ave at least gave you clothes." Without further prompting, he stripped off his own vest and slipped it over Maria's head, it of course hung half-way down her thighs. "Better. So whay are yah runnin' like sum scared rabbit?"
 
Bulwark looked down at his sleeping sister, his mind swimming with worry. He'd rushed to the med bay as soon as he'd heard she'd been injured on mission. He intercepted the team of doctors who were taking her to the labs, and followed silently as they took her to get alien skin grafts. Bulwark had paced outside of the labs as the operated on his baby sister, his mind running with everything that could go wrong. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the doctors emerged reporting the surgery was a success. Bulwark then guided his sister's stretcher back to the med bay where the doctors ran several more tests on her. After declaring her healthy, Bulwark took his sister to a small private room where she could recover.

He'd been sitting with her for the last half hour, holding her small hand in his large ones. Bulwark was normally a very relaxed man, but when his sister was in the in the slightest danger Bulwark wanted to destroy whatever was harming her. It was unbearable for him to wait, doing nothing, as his sister recovered.

Bulwark was drawn from his thoughts when he heard his sister's shuddering breath, and felt her fingers curl around his own. After a moment her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him. "Hey Bones." He said running his large thumb over her cheek. "I've been worried about you. How're you feeling?" He asked with a voice full of protective concern.
 
"This is a general emergency. We have a runaway from the Central Medbay. She appear to be highly distressed and in need of restraint, and is Psionic. I repeat, the girl is Psionic."

Bijark Novstin heard the voice of Dr. Bouchard and set off towards the medbay. The soldier from Norway only had his pistol and knife but he knew it was his duty to help maintain the security aboard the ship so he hopped to it hoping that the situation wasn't about to blow up in their faces. Once he arrived at the medical bay he immediately moved to meet up with the lovely doctor. The area looked to be safe and secure and Bijark noticed a private room nearby with the draps closed to give the occupants some privacy. It only made sense, the medical bay aboard the craft had to deal with numerous wounds to civilian and military personnel. At no point during the alien human conflict had those wounds not been very grievous in nature.

As he holstered his pistol he thought about the marks that an alien attack had left on his own face before he moved over to the doctor. 'Warriors without scars are no true warriors.' he thought before he presented himself to Dr. Bouchard.

"Doctor Douchard. Where is the runaway Psionic? Security hasn't picked up on any more alerts since your call."
 
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Sgt. Angela 'Ironside' Spica - Gym, Acid Queen

As she made her way through the ship Ironside wondered how best to explain the situation to her commanding officer. After all what she was really asking for was a cosmetic overhaul of her off-duty prosthetics, rather than any sort of upgrade to her combat systems, and it wasn't like X-COM had the resources to spare keeping soldiers looking pretty when they had a whole planet to save. In the end she decided to just provide Mjr Temple with the facts as she knew them and let him decide whether it would be worth taking to the Commander.

It wasn't hard to find Nick, he was in the same place he usually when after a mission, and as she stepped through the door Angela couldn't help but pause for a moment to admire the man's sweat glistening chest as he pumped the weight machine with a determined and focus attitude of a professional. She was always put in mind of a sniper carefully maintaining his weapon whenever Angela saw the Major working out, not that she made a habit of it. On a ship the size of the Acid Queen it was easy not to see people for days at a time, but with the team working and training in such close proximity it also wasn't unusual for them to be bumping into each other all the time while off-duty.

Ironside felt a little out of place in the gym though, with her artificial limbs recalibrated and maintained by Gina in the lab and what remained of her biological components tended for by Dr. Bouchard and her team in medbay she didn't really have a need to use the exercise machines at all, but as she made her way across the room Ironside began to wonder if he new body would require the same level of care as a natural body would. In a way she hoped it would do, she missed the ache of freshly exercised muscles, and a good workout had used to help her relieve stress in a way her augmented body just couldn't. Even the sex felt wrong.

As she approached the Major Angela stood to one side quietly, waiting for him to notice her as he continued with his set. She knew how important in could be to keep a steady rhythm going and didn't want to interrupt with her little personal matter unless she really had to. Instead she was willing to be patient and wait as long as it took for the CO to be ready to speak with her.

Just then the alarms began to sound, a low-grade security warning which usually meant some mischievous kids had gotten into one of the supply closets or a runaway pet had gotten loose from someone's quarters. Stepping aside Ironside looked over at the officer, wondering how best to proceed.
 
Maria - Access Corridor, Acid Queen

As she bumped into the hulking soldier Maria's first response was to reach for her knife, but as her fingers stroked over her bare hip she looked down and remembered that apart from the t-shirt with the strange logo on it she had nothing to defend herself with. Her second response was to keep running, but when the man suddenly stripped off his top and dropped it down over her body with a smile she paused for a second.

With a scared look in her eyes the whore glanced back down the corridor towards the medbay, half expecting a wave of armed soldiers to come chasing down after her, looking to put her down like so many other 'mutants' had been back on the surface. Even if her gift was relatively recent, and the result of mad experiments gone wrong, she knew how most people saw psionics and knew it was best to hide such talents rather than display them openly. Especially when such displays led to a devastated medical lab and injuries to innocents.

"I was... I was running..." She replied weakly to the soldier's question, unsure what his intentions were. As she quickly glanced over his body she couldn't see any obvious weapons, but at the same time he was almost as large as Martin had been, before these strangers had killed him, and he looked like he could break her in half with his bare hands if he'd wanted to.

Stepping away from the monstrous man, while at the same time trying to look casual as her eyes kept darting back down the corridor and her pulse raced in her chest, Maria tried to work out what she should do next. As far as she knew there was no way off this ship other than by using one of the transport planes they'd brought her here on, and she had no idea how they worked, or for that matter where they were in comparison to her current location. That meant she'd need help to get away, and what better help could there be than a man almost twice her size.

Smiling sweetly and tilting her body into a more provocative pose Maria moved closer to Tank, her hand sliding down his side and teasing at his slacks. "They were after me, wanting to hurt me, but you don't want to hurt me, do you?" She asked, using a tone which made her sound sweet and innocent even as she moved her hand round and began to stroke the front of the soldier's pants.

"If you protect me from them, I can make it up to you?" She asked, hoping the man understood exactly what it was she was offering him. Just to make it perfectly clear Maria twisted her hand around and slid it down between his legs, her fingers quickly finding his limp cock as she began to massage it with all the skill she'd been taught in her time on the streets and in Razor's dungeon.
 
Cpt. Hilary 'Bones' McCarthy - Central Medbay, Acid Queen

Drifting awake Bones immediately felt that something was different, and not just the absence of the pain and the pleasure she'd experienced after the basement had turned into a burst of white light in front of her face. For a moment she was unsure exactly where she was, but as she gazed around at the curtained cubicle and saw the face of her brother leaning over her she realised she was back home.

"What happened? Did everyone..?" The medic began to ask, her mind sifting through priorities as she tried to work out how the rest of her team had fared after she'd been hit by the explosion. Obviously someone had survived, otherwise she wouldn't be back aboard the ship right now, but how many of them, and was anyone else as badly wounded as she was?

A moment later her mind caught up with the signals coming from her body, the pulsing, tingling sensations which seemed to ripple through her as people moved about in the room beyond the curtain. For some reason she knew they were there, and could point out each and every one of them with absolute certainty even through the heavy curtain which blocked her view.

Sitting up she reached for the handrail running down the side of the bed and was surprised as a bolt of static electricity shot from her hand to ground itself on the metal. "What the fu..!?!" She exclaimed, holding her hand up to examine it more closely, only to realise it wasn't her hand at all. The skin looked smooth and clean, like a newborn baby's rather than a fully grown adult, and just under the surface Bones could make out faint glowing waves pulsing through her, similar to ripples spreading across a pond.

In panic she lifted her hands to her head and felt her bald skull before lifting the sheets and looking down at her truly naked body. There wasn't a trace of hair anywhere, her head crotch and even her eyebrows completely shaved, and her nipples were a different colour! Before they'd been pale discs, blending beautifully into her ample cleavage, but now they were dark and far more prominent than before. "What the hell happened to me!?!"


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Med Bay

Bijark heard the calls oming from the medical room. He moved swiftly thinking that perhaps the panicked cries indicated that the Psionic was nearby. The soldier moved swiftly and entered the room. When he saw the naked woman laying there with a look of panic in her eyes. Bijark averted his eyes from her nakedness though he did see a nearby clipboard that might offer a name to the woman. It was hard to recognize her, something about her skin seemed strange.

"Hello. Didn't mean to intrude. Can I help you?" The soldier asked quickly while stationed near to the door and keeping his eyes looking towards the woman but not directly at her. He noticed on one of the vital readouts that a service number and last name were indicated. It was Captain Bones.

Alarm rang through Bijark suddenly and he turned his eyes back towards Bones. "Captain. Ahem Captain McCarthy. I apologize for intruding. I was searching for a psionic who is apparently lose in the area."
 
Nick continued to pump the weight machine even as Ironsides made her way into the gym. She walked over to him, and stopped at a respectable distance watching him as he trained. He couldn't help but recal the brief moment he'd seen the woman naked before the mission, and his mind began to conger up images of the beautiful soldier underneath him, writhing in pleasure and moaning his name. "Focus maggot!" His mind yelled at him in its best drill sergeant voice.

Nick continued to pump the weight machine for another few minutes before stepping away from the machine. He wiped his face off before walking over to Ironsides. "Sergeant Spica. It's nice to see you. What can I assist you with?" Nick asked ignoring the minor security alert. He studied the woman's face, especially her plump lips, his mind running wild with fantasies of what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.

"Focus God dammit!!" Nicky's mind screamed as Ironsides said something that he didn't hear. "Forgive my sergeant, my mind was somewhere else. Could you repeat that?" Nick asked doing his best to hide the embarrassment of being so distracted by his fantasies he missed what the woman said.
 
"Calm down sis. You got hit with a grenade in the field. They gave you alien skin grafts." Nick said placing a calming hand on his little sister's shoulder. "Temple, Ironsides, and Tank made it. And the psi girl you found. The others..." Bulwark let the sentence hang. "I should've been there with you. This wouldn't have happened if that fucking muton hadn't thrown me through that wall last mission." Bulwark said angrily. His one job in life was to protect his baby sister, and now she had been blown half to hell.

Bulwark gently ran his fingers over Bones's naked skin enjoying the tingles going through his hand. "This is going to take getting used to. I'm sure the doctors can tell you more about what exactly to expect. And they can fix your hair too. As for these." Bulwark said gently fondling his sister's new brown nipples. "I think we can deal with them. I am gonna miss the pink though." He said pulling his hands away and giving Bones a joking smile. "And I don't care if I'm crippled, you're never going into the field without me again." Bulwark said firmly.

Before anything more could be said a soldier barged his way into the private room and picked up her clipboard. He gave some half assed apology for intruding, and made no move to leave. Bulwark saw red as he lifted the soldier by the throat and threw him out of the room, watching in satisfaction as the soldier slammed into a table that collapsed underneath him. "No one comes into my sister's room unless they're a doctor and they fucking knock!" Bulwark shouted to the med bay before returning to his sister's room and drawing the curtain closed again. He calmly sat back down in the chair next to Bones's bed, and gave his sister a sheepish smile. "I'm going to get in trouble for that." He said in a tone that indicated he couldn't care less.
 
"Breiddjame!" Bijark shouted towards the door as the lousy oaf shoved him out of the room. He had seen lieutenant bars on the man before he threw him out of the room. If he was right than the two people inside was Lieutenant and Captain McCarthy. The corporal massaged his throat for a moment before he headed back into the main medical area. A quick glance from a cute nurse told him he was fine.

After that Bijark decided to head out to a security station. He checked in with the sergeant manning the terminal. There wasn't any updates on the Psionic and since it didn't seem like any alarms had been triggered beyond the medical center Bijark figured someone else had handled it. He moved out from the security station and headed for the armory. The corporal had heard that things had got really heated on the last mission. Bijark was excited mostly because he might be going on the next assignment. His fingers reached up to rub against the scars that lined his jaw and brow.

'I should be out there every hunting those bastards down. Every last one of them.' Bijark thought as he headed out to the armory to check on some upgrades to his laser rifle. Once Mission Control figured out their next assignment Bijark wanted to be ready and willing if the Commander needed another blade for the raiding party.
 
Tank

"Hurt you? I think you got the wrong..."

He paused when he felt her hand working on his cock, now what was this? He frowned and realized that she thought that he'd protect her or even help her with her escape attempt by providing sexual favours. Was this what humans had to do planet-side to survive?

That thought disgusted him, here he was, ready to kill the fucking aliens and protect mankind, but mankind have degraded so much that they were almost on the level of animals again. It was not every day that a pretty woman tried to seduce him, but he was to be seduced in quite a different way.

He took hold of her hand and gently drew it away from his crotch, "I will help you, but not in the way you think." He looked around, there was other crew members, but they clearly thought that he had the situation under control, she was the smaller one after all. "Tell you what, come with me. Let's get some chow into you, get a drink or twenty, get you some proper clothes and then if you still feel like fleeing planet-side, we can see if we can't get you a place in the next deployment."

He gave her a slight grin, "Or perhaps you can stick around and see if it isn't better up here. What do you say? Want to try it my way?"
 
Cpt. Hilary 'Bones' McCarthy - Central Medbay, Acid Queen

Lifting her hand to cover her mouth Bones couldn't help but giggle at her brother's antics. The Squaddie had only been doing his duty, even if he had caught an eyeful of her shiny new skin in the process, but Bulwark always tended to think before he acted, and usually acted like a rampaging bull especially when it came to men getting anywhere close to his little sister.

Sometime the medic thought her older brother believed he was the only man who'd ever laid hands on her, and she knew he'd never discovered what their uncle's special anatomy lessons with her had really been about. By the time the two of them had left to travel the world Bones had learnt almost every use for every hole in her body, as well as a few special tricks only a trained medical practitioner could teach. When the time came for the siblings to 'share body heat' for the first time while camping in the Siberian wastes the big lunk had never even thought to ask just how his innocent little sister had known how to make him orgasm so hard, so fast, and ever since then he'd been devoted to her body, mind and soul.

Leaning back on the bed Bones ran her hands up over her head again, her fingers catching the remaining bristles of hair which still clung to her scalp. "You should be more careful. He may have only been a Squaddie but it could just as easily have been someone like Mjr Temple or even the Commander, and then you'd end up getting demoted, again." She knew her tone was more than a little maternal towards her big brother, but over the years Bones had come to accept her place as the brains of the pair and more often than not had to take care of her sibling more than he did her.

Just then the curtain to her cubicle was pulled aside as Dr. Boucher stepped in with a smile. "It's good to see you awake again already. A remarkable recovery after such an extensive operation, but then again you've always been a bit of a wonder, haven't you Hilary?" The doctor said as way of greeting, setting a tray of medications and a hypospray down beside the bed before turning an inquiring eye to the soldier's skin graft. "How does it feel? Any pain at all?" The doctor asked, reaching out and running her hands down Bones's body in a far more clinical and less familiar manner than her brother's had been.

"No pain, but there's a strange... I don't know exactly how to describe it other than to call it a heightened sensitivity?" Bones replied, her voice still sounding a little confused. "And what the hell happened to my hair!?!"

Smiling supportively Dr. Boucher quickly slipped one of the medications into the hypospray and pressed it to the medic's neck. "The skin graft we gave you was part of an experimental programme. We were trying to recreate some of the advances made back during the original War, and this particular one was known as a Bioelectric Skin gene mod. The sensitivity you describe was the intended effect, it allows you to precisely detect any living organism close by, as well as some high-power machines. As a secondary effect you also channel electricity more easily, making your skin charged with static electricity." Reaching over to the tray the doctor picked up a pair of metal bracelets, which she quickly snapped around Bones's wrists. "These should help you contain the surges while on the ship, and your armour is in the process of being fitted with similar dampeners to limit any effects during combat.

"As for your hair, I have good news and bad news about that." Waving her hand over to the now empty hypospray Dr. Boucher smiled warmly to her patient. "Luckily the Admiral's 'hair tonic' should allow you to regrow a full head of hair within a couple of days, so you'll soon have your fiery locks back. However the rest of your body is a different matter. The gene mod requires a smooth surface for contact, so as part of the procedure we had to remove the hair follicles from your armpits, limbs and... umm, crotch."

The doctor's eyes drifted down to Bones's swollen and aroused labia as she spoke, before darting back up at Bulwark standing nearby. Although the siblings' relationship was hardly common knowledge aboard the Acid Queen there were enough rumours about the brother and sister's close connection to have tongues wagging all over the ship, and they'd hardly made an effort to hide some of their more adventurous lovemaking from the rest of the crew, even if they'd been cautious not to get caught in the middle of one of their fuck session.

"You'll be permanently bald in all those places from now on," the doctor continued, noticeably turning her attention away from the large bulge in the front of Bulwark's uniform. It was none of her business what her patients got upto in their private time, as long as it didn't lead to injuries which would preclude them from active duty. "Unless we manage to find a way to regrow your hair for you, should you require us to."

Bones chuckled loudly at the doctor's suggestion. "I never have to shave again? Sounds like a perk rather than bad news," she replied with a smile of her own. "Unless there's something else you're not telling me?"

Dr. Boucher returned Bones's smile happily. "Nope, that's the worst of it. Just remember to keep the bracelets on and come back in the morning for a booster to the hair tonic and you should be fine in no time."

As she reached up and stroked her fingers over her head Bones could already feel her hair was longer than it had been only a couple of minutes before, and she could swear she felt the strands growing longer by the second, even if she knew it would only be a matter of millimetres every few minutes.

"Well I've had an eventful day," the medic said to her big brother jovially as Dr. Boucher excused herself and headed off to check up on the personnel injured during Maria's escape attempt. "What have you been upto?" She asked Bulwark teasingly.
 
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Sgt. Angela 'Ironside' Spica - Gym, Acid Queen

"Sergeant Spica. It's nice to see you. What can I assist you with?"

As the Major stood up Ironside couldn't help but notice the large erection standing out proudly between his legs, even though the officer seemed either not to notice it himself or chose to simply ignore it. "I never knew exercise could be quite so stimulating," the cyborg murmured to herself almost under her breath.

"Forgive my sergeant, my mind was somewhere else. Could you repeat that?"

Blushing with embarrassment Ironside jumped to attention, her hand springing up to salute the officer as she locked her eyes forwards as a sign of respect. "Sir, a matter of morale and out-of-combat performance efficiency has come to my attention, Sir," She barked out, holding her artificial limbs steady as she considered the best way to raise the point of her proposed upgrades.

"The cybernetics lab have recently had a breakthrough in artificial flesh cloning. With the right resources they would be able to manufacture replacement body parts and even entire sets of limbs for crewmembers injured in action or... otherwise disabled." Angela hoped she wasn't making her case to vague, but at the same time din't want to tip her hand and let her CO know just how much she wanted to be able to actually touch things with her own hands again. The relief in sexual frustration alone would be worth any expense from her understandably biased point of view.

"Gina... I'm sorry, I meant Chief Engineer McGinty only needs authorisation for the required supplies and she' be able to quickly produce a fully working prototype model to prove its effectiveness and operational stability, but she doesn't have the clearance to make such a request. I.. they... err, we were wondering if you'd be able to have a word with the Commander for us, Sir? Hopefully coming from a seasoned battlefield commander the request would at least be considered seriously." Angela didn't need to add the fact that ever since Nick had saved the Commander's life many years earlier the old man had had a soft spot for his favourite Major, and that it was only Nick's desire to remain in the field which kept him from taking on a more permanent and prominent position as part of the Acid Queen's command crew. Any request coming from him was sure to be accepted without question.

Standing stiffly at attention, just about the only way she could stand with her artificial limbs holding her steady, Angela waited with baited breath to hear her CO's response to her request.
 
Maria - Last Chance Saloon crew bar, Acid Queen

When the soldier pulled his hand away from his crotch Maria thought he was about to attack her, and quickly flinched away prepared to take the blow, but instead his offer of food sent her empty stomach grumbling loudly as she stood in the middle of the corridor wearing the oversized t-shirt over the tightly fitting one. After less than a second's thought she already knew what her answer to the offer was going to be.

Taking a step back the whore struck a pose which emphasised her best features even under the loose covering and smiled up art the kind stranger. "Do you think I'll meet the dress code?" she asked with a smile before following Tank down the hallway and through the passages riddling the Acid Queen's deck until they finally arrived at what the roughly crafted sign declared to be the Last Chance Saloon Bar and Grill.

Just the thought of anyone having enough food supplies to actually have a working grill boggled Maria's mind. For as long as she could remember she'd been limping from one place to another doing anything she could just to stay alive but as they stepped through the doors her nose immediately picked up the unmistakeable aroma of roasting meats which made her mouth water and stomach growl even louder than it had before.

"Is it okay?" Maria asked, turning to Tank as her eyes glanced over at the off-duty soldiers, technicians, crewmen and other ancillary personnel currently seated around the large chamber, which seemed to have originally been part of one of the engineering decks before someone had installed a large and surprisingly well stocked bar down one side and cordoned off the end of the room to serve as a kitchen.

The psionic still felt out of place among these people but at least the few who bothered to glance in her direction seemed more willing to simply accept her presence rather than glaring in judgement at her. Looking more closely Maria noticed how many of them were clutching their drinks with the same desperation she'd seen hundreds of times before. These people, despite their technology, weapons and plentiful supplies, were in the same boat as those on the planet below, but at least they had the resources to be able to do something about it.

Making her way over to the bar Maria took a seat boldly and signalled to the barman. "I'll have two steaks, with everything on the side, and a couple of beers." Turning round to Tank the whore smile happily, "Would you like anything for yourself?" She asked with a grin.
 
"Nothing sis. Just target practice and hanging out at the Last Chance. It's boring up here without you." He said as he began to gently rub his sister's exposed and aroused pussy. "You know that doctor was checking you out? You two ever do anything?" Bulwark asked slipping two large fingers into Bones's wet canal. He rubbed the outside of Bones's hairless crotch with a longing look on his face. "I know it's been awhile since I could call you fire-crotch, but I'm going to miss that hair." Bulwark said before leaning down and sucking his sister's clit into his mouth.

After a few minutes of eating Bones, Bulwark knew she was on the cusp of an orgasm he stood up, much to his sisters dismay. "Don't worry, I'll fix that." Bulwark said with a smirk as he dropped his pants and boxers. He climbed onto the bed and slid his impressive length into his baby sister's tight pussy. He gave a few thrusts and groaned in pleasured triumph as he felt her cum around his cock. "Do you want more Bones?" He asked gently kissing her neck.
 
"At ease, solider." Nick said with a half smile. He was disappointed that even in private Angela couldn't relax around him. He was hoping there could be more than just a relationship of commander and solider between them, but that didn't look promising now. Although she did come to him in need of a favor...

Nick turned away from Ironsides and began to pace as he thought. He didn't need to walk away from the woman to think, but this was a good excuse to hide his erection. He thought about the pros and cons of approving the prototype for Ironsides. He had high enough clearance to approve something like this without going through commander Vesser. On one hand the beautiful woman would be happier and more comfortable on the ship, not to mention the points it would earn Nick, but on the other hand, the funds it would take to build such equipment could be better used to further all of Xcom, even all of humanity.

Nick sighed and turned back to Ironsides already knowing the answer he had to give her. "I'm sorry sergeant. That's just not something I can approve of. The cost would just be too much, Xcom can't afford to spend money on creature comforts when that money could potentially save someone's life. I'm sorry serg... Angela. I wish I could approve it, I really do." He said in a disappointed tone.

Nick was about to turn away from the disappointed sergeant when an idea struck him. "Actually... Come with me." Nick said quickly walking towards the exit of the gym. He was happy to see Ironsides following him. Nick led the pair back to the drop ship that they'd been in on their last mission. He stepped inside of the ship and returned a moment later carrying the sack of energy weapons he'd collected from Razor's gang. "These should cover the costs. We'll take these to engineering, and the cost for your prototype will come out of the engineering budget. The general funds will cover that, and overall Xcom will barely lose any funds." Nick said happily. What he didn't tell Ironsides was that weapons would only cover half the costs and that he planned to use his own salary to cover the rest. Nick tapped a couple of buttons on his wrist comm to move the money around before giving Ironsides a shy smile. "There you go. We just need to take these to engineering and your new limbs are approved." He said to Ironsides.
 
Lieutenant Ashley Cuminners the young brunette just promoted heads to deck in the standard tan khakis black xcon t shirt and brown boots. Underneath she always loved feeling feminine as she was a bit tough but still mostly the "Barbie doll " type. Under the shirt was a front lace bra encasing her firm perky 34C cheat and she went commando under the pants as anytime she wore pants or pantyhose she always went without panties. She Syria onto the deck men eyeing her up. Trying to show her tough side.
 
"Yeah, it's fine, just order and I'll place it on my tab until you get your own number and so on."

He caught her furtive glance around and practically felt his jaw fall open when he heard her order. Her sly little grin made him just shake his head, "I'll take the same as the lady and six beers. I'll have two beers now, you can all place it on my number."

The two beers came up as their order got handled, motioning the way, Tank led Maria to an empty table and sat down, placing a beer in front of her. "Name's Mark, you can call me Tank, everybody does."
 
OOC. Were u talking to my character? If so let Me know I'll edit this post
 
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