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"Alright, so, we determined what happened, but we haven't figured out how it happened." Devin Powell said, flipping through the stacks of insurance paperwork, personnel files, and memorandums he received the following night from the company's legal and human resources departments. "Ms. Chu, who was the director of the site Ur?" He asked, glancing up at the various advisors seated around the conference table before coming looking at Wendy Chu, one of the supervisors for site Ur. "That would me Elaina Wenkmyer. At the time, she seemed like the most promising candidate and her career in resource management for Daedalus Engineering made her the top candidate for director. After all, she oversaw the site's construction and incidents at the site were kept at an acceptably low level with most being resolved without the use of the Blackhawk contingent assigned to guard each site."

Powell nodded, he remembered each interview and Elaina particularly stuck to him. He knew she was ambitious, but there was part of him that doubted her ability to manage operations like this in the long term. "I understand that, Ms. Chu, however, that doesn't cover up the fact that she had several psychological episodes where she was found naked inside the containment dome." He said, pulling her psychological profile out from amongst the stacks of personnel files from site Ur. "Yes, sir, however, I was also the one who recommended cycling her out for several months to allow for mental examinations and recuperation. Steve was the one in charge of organizing that and he delayed it time and time again." Wendy Chu said, deflecting the brunt of the blame to the personnel manager for the various research sites, Steven Moss.

"Wendy, you know I was busy putting out my own fires, Blackhawk was trying to squeeze more money from us and I didn't get the paperwork for that until well after things had gotten out of hand." Moss said, starting to bicker with Chu before Powell silenced them both. "Look, I don't give a damn who dropped the ball, right now we need to focus on salvaging this situation, and the more cooperative you are, the more likely you are to keep your job." Powell glanced back at the personnel record of Elaina Wenkmyer before scribbling something down on the employment history. "All records of this debacle, including personnel involved is to remain highly secret, if any of you say so much as the name of the station, personnel, or subject matter involved, you will be terminated effective immediately, and sent to some god forsaken mining colony to live out your days in abject poverty, is that understood." Powell finished his warning with a sharp click of the pen before passing the personnel file around. "Last thing we need are loose lips, but while we are on the topic of personnel, Mr. Moss, I have some questions for you."

Powell turned back to Steven Moss and stared daggers at the balding, 43 year old man. "I remember stating when this project was first getting off the ground, that none of the staff should have any psionic abilities whatsoever. Mr. Moss, reports from our monitoring stations around Ishtar registered magnitude 2.1 on Rhine-Burton scale about four hours before we lost control of the facility, and right at the time of loss, another shockwave clocking in at 7.2. How do you explain this?" Moss felt all color drain from his face as his throat knotted up. He had no explanation and he knew he was sunk. Before Moss could open his mouth, Powell cut him off. "Is it because you felt there was no need to test the psionic sensitivity of each candidate? Or was it because you thought that it was a waste of time and resources that could have been better put to use on your own projects."

In a matter of moments, Steven Moss felt himself physically shrink as the board stared at him, each one accusing him and mocking him in their own way. "Steven Moss, you are hereby relieved of your position of Staff Coordinator for this project as well as your position of CPO for Paralaxia, further more you are to be relieved of assets you attained during your tenure and you will be tried for money laundering, mismanagement, and depending on how this coming operation goes, the loss of over 1.6 billion dollars' worth of company property, equipment, and personnel. Your office has already been cleaned out, your family has been informed of your ineptitude, and your wife has already filed for divorce with a rather substantial settlement that your department will pay out."

Powell finished his speech just as several members of a Blackhawk security team entered the room and seized Steven Moss. The rest of the advisors looked on in discomfort as Moss was unceremoniously dragged from the room before the doors closed, silencing his pleas for mercy. "Now, to address the question on everyone's mind, yes, your head is also on the chopping block. This is shaping up to be a multibillion dollar catastrophe, and the only things keeping this from getting worse, is the fact that the dampener field is still up, meaning whatever fuckery that's going on within Site Ur is staying inside Site Ur. So, what happened with Ms. Wenkmyer?"

Four days earlier:

Elaina Wenkmyer crawled on her hands a knees through maze of vents and tunnels that snaked through Site Ur like veins in a body. Her once pristine corporate casual suite was tattered and stained, and to make matters worse, she was trying to hide in what was essentially the home territory of the Intai Juhen. She knew containment had been breached when the video feed showing Dr. Harrow reaching the emergency tunnels passed across her AR feed, but Wenkmyer thought that it would be an easy thing to fix. If she could go back in time and slap herself for thinking anything involving the Inju would be easy, she'd have done it multiple times by now. Now, she was trying to hide from the Inju by going to the last place their burgeoning hive mind would expect, straight to the source of the problem itself, the Biodome.

To anyone else this would seem like a suicide attempt, or as close as one could get with the Inju, but she had an ace up her sleeve. She didn't know how, but she instinctively knew where each Inju monstrosity was within a certain distance. The only problem, was that this worked almost like a two way radio, with Inju creatures broadcasting their location like starships lost in a gas nebula, but also homing in on her, like a port beacon advertising safe harbor, or in this case, identifiable prey. Elena had learned the hard way that this was the case, when one of her group, a young researcher who looked to be descended from Polynesian stock, was grabbed and pulled into the air ducts. In the back of her mind, she thought that the Inju were gunning for her specifically, but as long as she kept people around her, there was no real way for creatures to insure success.

Unfortunately, ever since the breach, there have been less and less people in the station in general, and even less that would be willing to follow her. Wenkmyer had no way of ensuring her safety now, and the thought of getting captured by the ever increasing variety of bioforms terrified her immensely. However, she could see the light at the end of the tunnel as she sensed fewer and fewer Inju near her as the hours passed. Emerging from the one of the floor vents, Wenkmyer pulled herself onto the prefab corridor, though everything seemed a little more, fuzzy, than she remembered. "Shit... the conversion process has already started." She said, observing the moss like plant matter covering the hallway as far as the eye could see. Every so often, she saw large black nodes protruding from the moss, and it took little imagination to think of what was held inside. "Well, this certainly complicates matters. Conversion of the station is happening a lot faster than even the most pessimistic results anticipated. And with this, the hive will most likely start taking steps to protect itself, meaning soldier bioforms will start to appear, as well as more aggressive and intelligent capture forms."

Wenkmyer pondered the situation, wondering why the moss hadn't taken root in the vents, but not having the luxury to find out, she opted instead to send this as part of her final report back to Parallaxia. She may not have understood everything in the monthly briefings, but one thing she did know was that if an invasion had progressed this far, then it was getting dangerously close to the point of no return. "Alright, well I can't do anything about this now, best I can do is make it to the secondary control station, and hope to God I can wait this out until rescue comes." She said to herself, breaking into a brisk jog as she navigated the now alien looking corridors of the station.

Soon, she found herself in the administrative wing of the station, though, it did not look anything like it used too. The moss that had covered the hallways and corridors of the personnel had completely covered the atrium, spreading up the columns and across the walkways like a creeping green tide. Worse yet, it had started to germinate. Stalks of strange fibrous vines sprouted from the green carpet, writhing in the air as they reached up towards the reinforced glass of the skylight as bulbous blue and green pods pulsed slowly as they gestated. "Dammit... this is seriously bad." Wenkmyer said, working her way around the atrium and doing her best to avoid the squirming vines. She read reports of strange flora sprouting up on planets captured by the Inju, and from the looks of it, the same thing was happening to her station.

Wenkmyer exited the atrium, moving faster than her cautious mind would have allowed were it not for the fact that her station, her magnum opus, was about to be corrupted. "I can still salvage this situation, things are still bad, but not to the poi-" Something snagged her leg as she moved through the hallway, causing her to trip and land on one of the black nodes growing like tumors out of the moss. There was a moment where it looked like she would be safe, that the membrane holding the black goo would hold and she'd be able get away, but, with a sickening pop, Wenkmyer felt herself fall into the now expanding puddle of opaque latex like goo.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Wenkmyer thought, struggling to free herself from her goopy prison. "I can't get out! Fuck, I can't get out!" She said, panic taking full control of her as she struggled and writhed, only succeeding in trapping herself further as the latex puddle spread over her body. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She screamed, feeling her voice crack as the cry echoed through the hallway, with only silence answering back. Or, it would have, were it not for the sound of chittering coming from above her.

Several long legs descended from above as the spider-like body of an Inju capture form illuminated itself in the dark hallway. Wenkmyer screamed in abject terror as she looked upon the creature. It had eight legs, each tipped with grasping claws that it could use to manipulate objects or hold down prey. Its body was a lot like a spider, aside from the bulging egg sac and dripping ovipositor that hung outside its body next to a set of spinnerets. Where she looking at the creature from above, she would have noticed a long tube jutting out of its bulbous thorax, but concerned her the most was its head. Its head more resembled a cross between the body of an octopus and the head of a slug, with eight tentacles covering its mouth and eyes that rested of stalks as it stared down at her. She watched helplessly as the claws sunk into the goo, grasping her arms and legs as it pulled her up with little resistance.

By this time, her entire body was covered in the slime, and coupled with the claws holding her limbs, it made movement virtually impossible. Wenkmyer continued to scream, struggling all she could as she was pulled up towards the belly of the creature. She watched as its tentacled mouth flared open for just a moment before it wrapped itself around her head, a long tube pushing out of a long thin slit in the creatures mouth and slithering down her throat as she felt her legs pulled apart. She knew her cloths were gone, that was one thing the Inju were especially adept at, but at the moment, that was the least of her worries. Her muffled screams were virtually silenced by the tentacled hood, and when she felt its ovipositor brush up against her trembling slit, her body erupted into violent spasms and shaking as she tried to free herself from the grasps of the creature.

Then, with a thrust, she felt the long tube push deep into her crevasse, reaching and breaching her womb in one painful motion. She cried as the pain shot through her spine, though, this feeling of discomfort was soon amplified as she felt something being to trickle down the tube in her mouth. She felt four other tendrils snake along the trembling flesh of her face as they pushed themselves into her nostrils and pressed against her temples. Almost immediately, she felt woozy, almost drunk as her body began to tingle. "What's going on? What's happening?!" She thought as the pain in her womb died down and soon, pleasure began radiating from her slit. "No, no, this isn't right, it's doing something to me!" She felt a strange gas begin to fill her nose and for a while, she refused to breath, and only when her lungs burned from lack of oxygen did she inhale.

That was all it took for the creature to gain complete control of her body. Her mind weakened as the psionic assault shattered any fears or doubts she had, and the gas and liquid it pumped into her body made her ache and burn with lust. Then she felt the first egg being pushed down to the tube and press against her puffed out pussy lips. With a jolt, it rocketed inside her, pushing through until she felt it burble out into her womb with a heavy dose of slime. She moaned, loving the feeling as another entered her slit, and then another. She felt herself cum sporadically, her body in tremors as pleasure wracked the last vestiges of her conscious thought.

Soon, her body spasmed in continuous orgasmic pleasure as one by one, the creature's eggs filled her womb, growing her belly as the eggs bulged out. Suddenly, with one last jolt, the ovipositor left her body, leaving a long, thick worm in her womb to keep the eggs from falling out before they hatched. The worm writhed and wiggled inside her dripping hole, keeping Wenkmyer from forming any coherent thoughts as the creature began to spin her cocoon. Then, she felt the tube in her mouth begin to retract as the tendrils in her nose and against her temples slithered back into their holdings. He face was blank as moans escaped her now free mouth, the taste of the creature's aphrodisiac still fresh as her body was wrapped tightly in silk. Then, with one last blast of silk, she was covered and stuck to the underside of the construct as it traveled towards the hive.