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The Labyrinth

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Disclaimer:

Pop quiz!

Do you like straight M/F action?

Do you like vaginal sex?

Do you like the maintenance of the human body with no alterations whatsoever?

Do you shy away from the thought of aliens raping you?

Do you hate the thought of penetration via tentacles?

Does the thought of copious amounts of semen spilled callously all around you frighten you and make you squeamish?

If you answered 'Yes' to all of the above THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU!

If you have a few positives but a few negatives, then let me pique your curiosity.

Otherwise, to make things clear: This story contained M/M sex scenes, penises, muscle growth, penises, transformations, penises, tentacles, penises, anthropomorphic creatures (specifically of the canine nature), penises, semi-cockvore, penises and copious amounts of cum. ALSO COCK!

If none of these themes appeal to you or disgust you, you are not of legal age in your country/state or continent then please turn away now, delete your browser history, turn around three times and then cleanse yourself however you see fit. The author does not take responsibility for the corruption of youth, the downfall of the human race, 'strange new feelings' and any mess that may have been made through the reading of this story.

If you haven't read the first part, be sure to start off there!

Otherwise, please enjoy!

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---Insertion---

ISIS Perdition

01:08:55:00

"Captain!" Bee cried.

The sound of gunfire and swearing suddenly erupted from Lance Corporal Tyler 'Bee' Bancroft's helmet. He heard similar cries from his other team members. He was suddenly on his feet and the sudden movement pushed the steering a little to the left. The ISIS Perdition swerved slightly and the experienced pilot quickly seized the controls, steadying the ship.

"Fuck!" CaptainMatthew Delacruz callsign 'Mauler' shouted. "Marines! We're getting off this" - Two loud gunshots - "fucking ship! Bee, get down here!"

"Aye, aye captain!" Bee exclaimed, slipping back into his old navy days. He sat back down on the spacecraft's pilot seat and quickly set a course back for the damned ISMMP Corona. His heart was pumping at a million beats per minute and each gunshot sent it racing even quicker.

"Come on, damnit!" he cursed, urging the Perdition faster by sheer force of will. "Move it!"

"Fuck it!" Lieutenant Shane Putz cried. "I'm on my way, Captain!"

"That's a negative, Sandman,"_Mauler replied, more gunshots ringing in Bee's ears. _"Secure the landing zone. We'll need cover. Bivouac, meet us there ASAP. Solder, keep an eye on everyone from there."

"Captain, this is the life support station,"_Lieutenant Clark 'Solder' Reagan said. _"It isn't the observation deck!"

"Just tell me when the bastards are going to come jumping out of the vents at me!"

"Yes sir..."

"Crossfire! You still there?"

Bee saw the lumbering form of the half-decimated Corona looming over him. He was tempted to hit the overdrive but he held himself back. Crashing the Perdition into the desolated mining ship was the last thing he wanted. No ship meant no escape. "Come on..." he urged softly. "Come on..."

"Crossfire!" Mauler barked.

No response.

"Colin!"

Gunfire cut off the Captain's next words.

"Fuck it!" he snapped and kicked the Perdition into overdrive. The ship lunged forward, zooming towards the Corona at almost twice its maximum speed. The pilot kept his eyes on the flying debris, making sure none of the enormous bits of rock slammed into the tiny insertion ship. The ship's shields were strong but even a tiny particle would cause severe damage he couldn't afford.

There was no reply for Walter King, callsign Bivouac.

_"Bee! Hurry up and get over here!"_Sandman cried through the gunfire.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Desperate, Bee stole a glance at the ship's systems. He but his lower lip, weighing his options. Deciding he had nothing to lose but his team, he quickly shut down non-essential systems on the ship. Radar, lights to the rear of the ship and some automated defences. He jacked up the power to the engine's cooling systems, diverted all shields to the front of the ship and shut off air conditioning. A chilling air filled surrounded him but that quickly dissipated as the heat from the engines began seeping through the rest of the ship.

He was starting to sweat just minutes after he had switched the engines to overdrive. With the extra power came extra speed. He just hoped he didn't burn out the engines.

"Come on..." he begged. "Come on..."

Crossfire's gunfire suddenly stopped.

Mauler had gone silent.

"Crossfire! Captain! Biv! You there?" Sandman hollered. "Anyone!?"

"Sandman -"

_"I didn't mean you, fucktard!"_Sandman bellowed.

Bee was half-tempted to kill the engines there and then and let the bastard get raped by those... those... what did Hamel call them? 'Canimorphs'? But he still had the others to rescue.

"Shit... That's it, I'm going in!"

"Hey! What about me!?" Bee exclaimed. "The Captain said to secure the landing zone!"

"You're in the fucking starship with guns the size of an elephant! If you can't secure your own fucking_landing zone then you're just as useless as Crossfire!"_

That hurt.

Bee cut the engines, letting the Perdition speed towards the Corona at its own speed. It was flying a little off course but he really didn't care for the moment. He fought to keep his temper from making him do something really stupid and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Sandman was still shouting insults in his ear but he took off his helmet, deposited it on the side and stilled his nerves.

Blissful silence enveloped him and he closed his eyes, slowing his breathing. One by one, he slowly uncurled his fingers from where they were tightened into fists. He took several deep breaths, trying to increase the gaps between each. Slowly, he let himself slip into a near-meditative state, just focusing on his breathing to the exclusion of all else.

When he no longer felt the blood pounding in his ears, he opened his eyes and rested his hands on the controls once more. He slowed down the ship's approach. The last thing he wanted was to crash their only hope of escape into the Corona.

With a few controlled bursts, he realigned the ship, letting it glide slowly towards the Corona's hanger.

An eternity seemed to pass until he came within a good distance of the Corona. He engaged the landing procedure, gripping the controls tightly as he slowly made sure the ship had a good view of the hanger. From the cockpit window, he could see the ship's flickering kinetic shields keeping the oxygen in inside the hanger. Two of Sandman's laser turrets were already guarding the landing zone, pointing outwards towards the open doors.

Part of him hoped to see Sandman waiting for him but knowing Putz, that wasn't going to happen.

If anything, Sandman was reliable in that if he said he was going to do something, he'd do it.

Bee sighed but kept his focus, eyes firmly placed on the small enclosed space where he was expected to land his big, cumbersome transport ship. Like every landing, he began to sweat and his breathing became sharp and ragged. Breathing stole precious moments of focus that was the difference between life and death.

He never wanted to tell any of the others just how stressful piloting a starship was and brushed it all off with light-hearted jokes. But every time he was behind the controls, he was that much closer to dying of a heart attack.

And he loved every minute of it.

A thick bead of sweat dropped onto his shoulder.

He ignored it and kept his focus, eyes like lasers.

The ship groaned a little.

Still, he kept his focus.

A minute or so from landing.

He took a breath, smelling his own sweat permeating the air. Slowly, he let out the breath -

...and a huge, furry paw snaked out and seized his neck.

Bee barely had the time to cry out in shock when he was spun around and a thick, pulsing, slick and salty member was shoved directly into his throat. He screamed but his cries were drowned out in a soft gurgle as salty fluids were pumped down into his throat. He coughed and the shocks brought his eyes to focus.

He was staring at the huge muzzle of a canine, hits jaws clamped tightly around his face, fangs on the verge of ripping his face clear off! Instead, those fang kept him in place as a thick cock was shoved deep into his mouth. At first, he couldn't believe it was actually a cock but the Canimorph's head slowly pulled back, showing the long, bright red, veined rocket sliding out of the creature's muzzle and diving directly into his own. A squirt of thick, salty liquid shot down Bee's throat, causing him to gurgle. The Canimorph sensed his need for a breath and held back for the briefest of moments before it plunged right back in, shoving the thick cocktongue back into Bee's throat.

The pilot screamed as he was pressed against the ship's control panel. He could feel a second, thick member pressing up against his leg and the thick head slapping all the way against his pecs! The monstrous cock had to be more than a foot long! The Canimorph itself was enormous. Its body was lean, corded with muscles and veins that pulsed with strength. Every time it plunged its cocktongue into Bee's throat, the veins on his neck would bulge out.

It curled one of its long, muscular legs around Bee's waist, effectively binding them together as it thrust with its cocktongue and grinded its groin into Bee's chest. Bee desperately tried to break free, trying to push the creature off of him but the beast seemed to be made completely out of metal. Its fur felt like thin strands of iron while the muscle beneath didn't even move or twist with his desperate attacks.

Bee though fast but his thoughts were broken when the creature thrust even deeper into his throat, a fresh blast of semen flooding into his stomach. The pilot felt his belly bulge and he winched as another burst coated his shirt.

He quickly reached towards his left boot and flicked out a combat knife he kept secreted away. He plunged it straight at the Canimorph's neck -!

Only for it to bounce off like it had hit metal.

His mind screamed as his back arched, another burst of semen filling his stomach. Desperate, he pulled up one leg and slammed his steel-capped boot against the Canimorph's exposed scrotum. The mutant beast reeled back, emitting a muffled howl and a loud, wet, slapping sound as its cocktongue slipped from Bee's lips.

In that instant, Bee noticed the door that had barricaded him from the rest of the ship seemed to have been eaten away, the edges torn and ripped. His mind raced and then he remembered.

"The Corona!"

He spun around.

And his heart sank.

"Oh fuck..."

---Total Isolation---

ISIS Corona

01:08:17:22

Sandman instantly regretted his words. He was stressed, agitated and some sort of mutant canine horror was after him. add to that the fact that he just heard from one of those freaky aliens that because he jacked off once, he could very well be damned to becoming one of those freaks. In that situation who wouldn't be snappy and unreasonably cruel?

"No," he muttered, shaking his head and holding his quantum rifle against his chest. "Not gonna happen. Not gonna happen."

He bolted out of the hanger's control deck and hurried into the depths of the Corona. He moved swiftly, charging down the dilapidated hallways in search for either Crossfire or Mauler. Taking the tram system was a suicide mission waiting to happen. After overhearing about the ambush that had separated Crossfire and Bivouac, he knew the quickest way to either the observation tower or the command centre wasn't necessarily the safest.

It would take him a while to get there but he was sure he could make it.

Sandman was the fastest runner in his graduating year and years in military life had given him endurance as well as speed. Charging down the metal hallway, he kept his breathing even but his eyes sharp. There was no telling when those... those... 'canimorphs' would come out at him.

His boots suddenly stopped making clanking noises and started emitting soft, squishing noises. He stole a glance downwards. The floor was replaced with some sort of thick, organic, red, pulsing matter. Veins crisscrossed the slimy surface and it was crawling up the sides of the walls like some sort of parasitic plant.

He tried to remember what Hamel had said about this so called 'Pack'. An extension of the aliens' will or was it a huge alien itself? Whatever the case, he knew that by just stepping on the stuff, the bastards were likely to know where he was. He weighed the options of charging on ahead or going back and returning to the hanger and doing what he was ordered to do.

Some voice inside of his head reprimanded him for it. Clumsy and brainless as he was, even Crossfire had done something. Even Bee was flying back with their escape. As for him? What was he to do? Sit still, jack off and wait for Bee to land?

No way.

He was not going to sit idly by and watch his teammates get captured, killed or worse.

A deafening roar rippled from the corner to his right. Heavy thuds shook the hallway. He tensed and lifted his quantum rifle. An enormous, furry paw the size of his head seized the corner, pilling a lumbering figure out from the darkness. A large, upper torso bulging with heavy muscles that cut through thick fur sat atop a pair of legs so thick that they would put tree trunks to shame. A thick, pointed cock bounced between its legs, dripping thick ropes of precum onto the Pack-covered floor.

Sandman lifted his rifle to fire but hesitated a moment when the rest of the creature's body emerged from the shadows. Its spin curved backwards where its rear should have been, following the length of a horizontal body thick with muscle. A second pair of legs held up the creatures rear, a thick, bushy tail lashing out behind it. A second red rocket sat between its rear legs, a trail cum behind it.

Thick, brown and black fur covered its entire body. A pair of perked, triangular ears sat atop its distinctly canine features. Red eyes locked with his own, flashing with hunger.

The titan almost took up the entire hallway!

"Oh fuck!"

The creature let out an earth-shaking roar.

Sandman instantly spun around and bolted back down the hallway. Thunderous_booms_ filled his ears as the creature gave chase, bounding over him and closing the gap at frightening speeds!

He had about ten seconds before the canimorph caught up with him!

Thinking fast, he leapt into the air and spun around as he reached the zenith of his jump. In the second where he was in midair, he lifted his quantum rifle, took aim and fired! A bright purple blast of energy erupted from the barrel of his gun and slammed straight into the creature's left eye. The beast staggered, a ferocious roar ripping from its throat.

Sandman finished his spin and landed easily with his back to the creature. He continued his run.

Then the booms continued.

He dared a glance over his shoulder.

"Fuck!"

The beast clutched its face with one, enormous paw but just kept running at him!

Nine seconds to impact...

He turned to the path ahead of him. A large piece of debris hung from a bunch of wires wrapped tightly around its mass. Thinking fast, he lifted his rifle and fired. The purple beam sliced through the wires but it still held!

Eight seconds... seven...

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Six.

He fired again.

The bar-shaped debris wavered.

Five...

Another shot.

The huge chunk of metal lurched forward but didn't fall.

"Come on..."

Boom!

The wall to his left erupted outwards, pieces of metal and the fleshy Pack scattering everywhere. Another of the four-legged titans emerged from the hole, roaring wildly. Sandman didn't waste time letting himself get shocked and ducked under the creature's body, just barely missing getting whacked by that two foot cock.

He took aim...

Three.

"Got to time this just right..."

Two...

The two monsters bounded towards him.

Something in his head screamed 'Now!'

He fired his last shot.

The last of the wires snapped in two and the debris plummeted towards the ground from the high ceiling. Sandman closed the distance and threw himself at the ground! Just like before, he spun in midair, gritting his teeth as one of those canimorphs came within arm's reach! The beast lunged at him, huge claws just raking the air an inch away from his left foot!

BOOOM!

A wall of sharp metal slammed into the ground. One second, there was a wall of muscle covered in fur throwing itself at him. The next, there was a wall of shattered metal.

Sandman hit the ground with a heavy whump and he was left breathing heavily. His breaths turned into laughter, reaching hysteria. He slowly propped himself to his feet, noticing that the floor was once against sweet, solid metal instead of the sickening, fleshy Pack.

"Yeah!" he laughed, jabbing a finger at the pile of debris. "Take that motherfucker!"

Boom!

A huge, furry arm erupted from the pile, lashing out at him desperately. One large, black claw came within inches of his chest.

"Fuck!" he cried, backpedalling.

Sandman took several steps away.

With the hallway now blocked and those monsters waiting on the other side, he now had to find another way around. He decided to look for Solder. Their engineer should have a good view of the rest of the ship and that would give him a chance to find a way around the place and maybe in locate Mauler or Crossfire.

He nodded to himself. That sounded like a good plan.

He turned -

And hit something hard, furry and smelled of semen.

Slowly... his eyes trailed up the huge set of abs to the thick, plump pectoral muscles and finally to the large, grinning canine face. Large, fleshy tentacles waved behind it.

"Oh fuck me..."

---Survivor ---

ISIS Corona

01:07:34:45

The Darwin Research Facility.

It was appropriate in many ways and the irony of the name was not lost of Sergeant Walter 'Bivouac' King. The cramped hallways of the facility were overgrown with the thick, corded flesh of the Pack. Down here, the substance seemed more like muscle than it did anything else. He could actually see the individual cords of the substance.

On some curious whim, he ran a hand over the Pack. It was hard as steel but he could feel it pulsing beneath the muscles. A shiver ran down his spine and he turned away from the sight. Every inch of the facility was covered in the thick substance. It made the hallways cramped and smaller than usual with large bulges of the growths constricting the space.

"How does anyone get around this place," he muttered.

A deep growl rippled out from somewhere. He spun around, looking for the source of the growl. Without his trusty chaingun, he was effectively unarmed. His favoured weapon wouldn't do much good in the confined spaces of the facility but it was still a comfort to have a weapon - any weapon - at hand.

He tried to calm himself but there was too much adrenaline pumping through his veins. Those growls had followed him for the hour or so since he had entered the facility. It kept him on his toes but it also kept him jumping at every sound made.

That growl again.

Bivouac swallowed hard and kept pushing forward.

He had to find a weapon.

_Any_kind of weapon. Even if it was just a crowbar. But it seemed like the Pack had absorbed pretty much everything. What was it that Hamel said? The canimorphs devoured metal? The Pack probably did the same.

Thankfully, some of the doors to the facility were still operational. He peered through one such door. The room beyond wasn't too inviting considering how it was pitch black and covered in the undulating form of the Pack. He ignored it and moved on.

Another growl.

It didn't seem any louder or softer.

Bivouac dared a glance over his shoulder, checking to make sure that whatever was following him wasn't within striking distance. There was nothing down the hallway but he just knew something was out there, hunting him down.

And door presented itself. Pitch black save for the faint flickering of light. Peering through the open doorway, he saw that the Pack didn't seem to have extended very far into the room. A console at the very end was alive and flickering on and off.

Again, Bivouac's curiosity got the better of him and he slowly padded into the room. The words 'Lab 6' appeared on the floor in front of him, uncorrupted by the Pack. The muscle-like substance of the alien form devolved into the coiling, skin-like surface that Solder and Bee had described furthering Bivouac's suspicions that the Pack was evolving or at least growing.

The console had the words 'Emergency Lockdown' flickering on its screen. He absently pressed one of the buttons nearby and the words changed to 'Disengage Lockdown?'. Turning his gaze beyond the console, he noted there was a glass window that led into a chamber. The light from the console cast faint outlines into the chamber beyond but he couldn't make out what was in there. From the angular outlines, he guessed that it was metallic.

Maybe the Pack hadn't extended farther into this room for some reason.

Then again, it could also easily contain some sort of experimental canimorph that the military had captured and commissioned the scientists to modify to help combat the Terran Empire.

Bivouac shook his head free of the thought. "That's something Crossfire or Bee would cook up." He pressed a couple of buttons and confirmed disengaging the lockdown. Alarms blared around him and he swore softly to himself, spinning around to make sure that nothing was coming after him, attracted by the noise of the alarms.

Lights instantly flicked on around him, illuminating the room.

He dared a glance over his shoulder.

"Well shit."

Hamel had mentioned there was a weapons research branch in the lab.

Lucky for Bivouac that he found it.

Beyond the glass window, hanging from all the walls and stacked in piles were dozens even hundreds of weapons and ammunition. Each one looked wicked and powerful. All of them he didn't recognise but by the sheer number of them, he guessed that these weapons had been tested and ready to go.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Bivouac cried.

WHAM!

All the air was suddenly knocked out of his chest as something huge slammed into his back. His face slammed hard against the reinforced glass.

SMASH!

The glass shattered and he was sent hurtling into the chamber behind. Hard metal hit his back, his armour creaking in protest. Stars flashed before his eyes but instincts took over as he quickly scrambled to his feet. His head swam but he could make out the figure of an athletically built, lean creature that had a noticeable bend in its form.

Bivouac shook his head. "Picked the wrong place to fight, asshole," he growled. He spun and dove for the nearest weapons rack.

WHAM!

He was hurled off his feet and slammed hard against the ground again, stars flashing again behind is eyes. His helmet rolled off to the left and for a moment, he just lay there, dazed and disoriented. Something large and furry seized his ankle. The ground began sliding out from underneath him was he was slowly being dragged across the floor.

Bivouac lifted his head slightly, taking a good measure of his foe. The creature was hunched over and had thick, muscular legs that looked perfect for jumping. Four pairs of horns swept back from the canimorph's canine brow, rising up just behind its big, triangular ears. They made its head look so much bigger in comparison to its lean body that seemed made for bursts of speed and ramming. It took Bivouac a second to realise that he had just been rammed by the beast.

There was no way he could out run it, not with legs like those and not in his heavy, ungainly armour.

Although...

Bivouac desperately struggled with the straps of his gauntlet and ripped it clean off. His eyes widened when he saw a thick patch of black fur growing on the back of his hands and his nails having turned mysteriously black.

"Fuck..."

He pushed the thoughts out of his head and threw the gauntlet at the canimorph. The gauntlet slammed against its cheek and the beast spun around, giving Bivouac a menacing stare.

Whack!

Bivouac's other gauntlet slammed into the creature and in the moment it was dazed, the marine quickly unbuckled his breastplate. He didn't slip out of it just yet. Quickly while the creature's face was exposed, Bivouac lashed out with his other foot, catching the creature on the muzzle. The canimorph let out a soft yelp and let go of his ankle.

In that moment, Bivouac leapt to his feet, letting his breastplate drop to the ground. While the creature was still dazed, he spun around and bolted for the nearest weapon. He yanked a large rifle that looked like a cross between an RPG and a high-tech syringe with a lot of blinking lights. He really didn't know what it was but he aimed and squeezed the trigger.

Whoosh!

A tremendous blast of energy exploded out of the muzzle of the gun, throwing him back several feet. The beam of energy sliced right through the canimorph and the beast crumpled to the ground, effectively ripped in half by the shaft of light. It let out a gurgling cry before abruptly lying still.

Bivouac grinned as he lowered the weapon. "Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

Now he was armed and now he had a way of fighting the bastards.

He looked down at the weapon...

... and his heart sank.

Thick, black fur now covered the weapon's grip. The fur curled around the metal like thick, furry veins and sank right into Bivouac's wrists. A bite of fear hit him and he tried to desperately rip the weapon from his hand.

A bolt of pain rippled up his arm.

"Fuck no..."

With his free hand, he hesitantly touched the fur where that had wrapped around weapon.

And he felt it.

He could feel where the fur had merged with the weapon!

---Avoidance---

ISIS Corona

01:06:55:24

Mauler rolled backwards and landed on his back.

His helmet lay at Hamel's foot. The big, naked canimorph stomped on the metal piece, smashing it into tiny bits. Several shards stabbed into the beast's thick, muscular calves only to be rapidly absorbed into the furry flesh. If Mauler focused enough, he could see the canimorph's flesh actually growing.

"It's pointless, Captain," Hamel growled through his long, canine muzzle. The tentacles that sprang from his back coiled and writhed in the air, dripping precum from their blunt edges. Mauler realised that the ends of each of those coils was a cock. "You and the rest of your team are going to join us. And you know what?"

Lightning fast, several of those tentacles came lashing out at Mauler.

The marine captain nimbly leapt to his feet towards Hamel. There were loud squishing noises as the tentacles slammed hard into the metal floor where he had been. The former scientist's yellow eyes widened as Mauler rolled right up towards the nine foot monster and stood up straight, pressing his twin plasma pistols right up to the canimorph's chin.

"Yeah, I do know," Mauler snarled. "Fuck you!"

He fired. Thick blasts of super-heated plasma slammed straight into Hamel's face, splattering the canimorph's face like the hot cum the asshole probably was accustomed to. The canimorph roared in agony, reeling back and clutching at his face. The tentacles lashed out but Mauler was quicker, ducking and leaping away from the thrashing limbs.

The captain smirked confidently to himself as Hamel teetered precarious over the edge of the main observation platform. He levelled his pistols at the creature.

"Down boy."

BOOOM!

The entire ship shook and Mauler was hurled off his feet, slamming hard against the side of the door. Pain rocketed up his shoulder and his left hand instinctively let go of the gun there. Outside in the panning stars of the Corona's observation deck, flames erupted. Alarms began blaring out and the lights in the deck instantly flashed red.

"Warning! Warning!"_a loud, mechanical voice announced. _"Hull breached. Starship integrity critical. Priority lockdown procedure initiated."

Then, the same voice began shouting from the console that Hamel rested against.

"Command centre unresponsive. Secondary command activation authorised. Please authorise priority lockdown."

Mauler swore to himself. The Corona was already falling apart and if a priority lockdown was only being called now, he knew that the ship was really falling apart. Part of him wondered what would have caused the sudden tip of the scale and the other wondered how the hell he was going to get to the console.

Then he decided on the best solution.

He picked up his remaining plasma pistol and fired.

Hamel convulsed, the plasma bolts slamming into his chest. The canimorph's body performed a sickening dance macabre as his entire body was covered in the disintegrating goo. With each shot, Mauler advanced on the canimorph. One of Hamel's tentacles lashed out but Mauler quickly shot it, severing it in two.

The marine captain came within reach of the canimorph and just as his gun went dry, he lashed out, slamming his boot in the one place he had purposefully left untouched by the super-heated, green plasma - Hamel's groin.

WHAM!

The canimorph could barely cry out in agony as he was hurled over the ledge of the main observation platform. There was a sickening slam but Mauler decided he didn't have time to check on the bastard. If canimorphs could regenerate, he didn't have the luxury to check.

He hit the 'authorise' button on the console.

"Warning!"_the same voice bellowed. _"Warning! Priority lockdown procedure initiated. Zones 4 - 6 - 9 and 12 isolated. Oxygen levels preserved. Power preservation procedures initiated. Internal communications shut down. External lighting shut down. Luxury wing shut down. Drilling systems shut down."

"Thank god," he breathed.

Mauler spun -

Thwack!

Just as a thick, pink piece of flesh lunged at him, shoving itself down his throat. His eyes widened when hot, salty liquid was pumped down his throat. Between his coughs and splutters, he released the tentacle wrapped around his neck and arm wasn't even attached to Hamel! It was that same tentacle he had shot in half!

With his free hand, he reached into his hip and yanked out a combat knife, slicing the flesh right where it was coiled around his throat. The pink 'snake' uncoiled and dropped to his feet, still writhing. Mauler coughed and spat out the fluid that had coated his mouth. He watched the slab of tentacle twist like a dying earthworm.

"Fucker," he growled and stomped on the beast's 'head'.

It stopped twisting.

Fear followed next. He was infected now. As much as he wanted to deny it, that... that... thing had shot in his mouth and he had swallowed.

He was fucked now.

"No..." he muttered, shaking his head. "It's not over."

There had to be a cure.

Conviction firmly in place, Mauler bolted out of the observation centre, swiping up his remaining plasma pistol. He charged down the hallways of the Corona now bathed in the red of warning lights. It was hard to tell where the metal ended and the red Pack started. Soon, his feet began making loud_squishing_ noises as he entered Pack-filled area.

Terrifying roars rippled out of the hallways and he saw shadows lurking amongst shadows, yellow eyes forever trailing him. He fired at them but they always ducked out of view. Still, he kept running. Taking the trams was a bad idea but he had to get to the hanger as quickly as possible.

Then something small and yellow bobbed in front of him. The disc-shaped robot hovered in midair, waving its tiny crab-like arms in front of him.

"Solder?" Mauler asked. "Is that you? Wave your arms if that's a 'yes'."

The robot waved its arms.

"Oh thank god. Got a way out of here?"

More waving.

"Lead the way."

The robot spun around and quickly zoomed towards what appeared to be a maintenance tunnel. Grinning, Mauler immediately pulled off the loose grating. The robot leapt into the tunnel and Mauler followed after it. The interior was slippery and -

... suddenly took a steep incline.

"Holy shiiiiiiit!"

Mauler slid down the tunnel at high speed. He caught up with Solder's little robot easily, swiping it in midair and holding onto it for dear life. He screamed the whole way down and feared splattering himself on whatever was at the bottom. Much to his relief, the tunnel suddenly began to twist to a horizontal and just like kid's slide, he slipped down to solid ground once more.

His momentum took him hurtling out of the tunnel, rolling through the loose grating.

"Captain?"

Crossfire stood in front of him, almost completely devoid of armour and several scratches covering his body. He was just in the thermal suit all marines wore underneath their armour to keep up their body temperature.

"Captain!" Crossfire repeated, staggering towards him. He walked with a strange limp.

Mauler staggered to his feet, letting go of Solder's little robot. "You did good, lieutenant," he said, regarding the robot. "But don't make me do that again."

The robot was mysteriously unresponsive.

He glanced at Crossfire who held his pulse rifle tightly. "Are you alright, soldier?"

The young private nodded. "Yes, sir... But... One of those things..."

Mauler sighed heavily and nodded. "Yeah... Me too."

Crossfire pursed his lips. "I... I thought about just... ending it... I don't want to end up like them... In the movies, all the infected just go around trying to hold on to some piece of hope but they all end up dead or worse... Let's... Let's just end it while we're still human..."

"No!" Mauler seized the private's shoulder tightly, locking gazes with the young man. He hesitated for the briefest of moments when he spied the golden tinge in the outer rims of the private's blue eyes. "We're not giving up, you hear me? We're marines. If we're not going to make it out of here alive, we're at least going to take the ship down with us, got it?"

Crossfire's eyes wavered. "What...?"

Mauler thought fast. "Solder... He's uninfected. We can't let him just die. As far as I know, neither Sandman nor Bee have been infected either. Maybe even Bivouac. We're going to get them out of here then we're going to blow this place to kingdom come." He offered his subordinate a shaky grin. "And hey, who knows? We might just find a cure."

"There's never a cure..." Crossfire mourned, lowering his head.

"This isn't a movie, private!" he snapped, shaking Crossfire lightly. "Come on. Let's go kick some canimorph ass." He turned his gaze to Solder. "Lieutenant, lead us to the hanger."

The little robot just hung there.

Fear crept into Mauler's heard. "Lieutenant?"

---Territorial Race---

ISIS Corona

01:06:31:01

Solder wasn't in the control centre for the life support system.

When the alarms had started blaring, the lieutenant had watched the cameras and carefully analysed the schematics of the ship. He had downloaded a live-feed from the system onto his wrist-mounted personal computer, a must for all engineers. When he was done, he quickly bolted out of the control system and destroyed the doors. He didn't want any of those things getting into the life support system and sabotaging their air supply.

At least anymore than they already had.

He scrambled towards the hanger, letting his mini-map lead the way. Occasionally, he would flick over to the camera feeds, looking for his teammates. He found Mauler but couldn't communicate with him directly. So, he found a storage closet, barricaded himself in and quickly hijacked a maintenance robot, leading the captain straight to where he had spotted Crossfire.

Then he heard them.

The canimorphs.

The beasts sounded enormous and they lumbered through the hallways with heavy footsteps, sniffing the air and emitting loud growls and soft barks like they were communicating to one another. Solder knew they would find him. So, he left Mauler and Crossfire to their devices, hijacked a whole swarm of maintenance robots and sent them buzzing around the canimorphs.

The monsters were so distracted by the robots that they never noticed him sneak around behind them and bolt for the hanger.

What he saw sent his heart plummeting.

The Perdition had smashed right through the hanger, bowling over all of their defences and embedding itself into the far wall just underneath the command deck. There was no way anyone could have survived that crash.

All hope for their escape fled with the ship's crash.

Solder was just about to let himself lie down on the ground and wait for death or infection to take him when he spotted something moving in the starry void of space. A spark of hope sprang up deep in his gut and he knew what he had to do.

He didn't want to risk going back into the Corona but he had to get in contact with that distant ship. Quickly, he donned his helmet, locking it once again and setting his armour for space travel. He scrambled outside of the Corona's protective shielding and wandered out into the silence of space. His own breathing reverberated in his ears as he took long, slow steps onto the hull of the Corona. His boots were specially designed to magnetically latch onto any metallic surface, a specialty for all marines.

For once, he was glad to be a lieutenant for the army.

Using the ship's schematics, he scrambled towards one of the defence turrets that dotted the ship. When he saw the Pack crawling onto the surface of the ship, he half-expected some of those canimorphs to leap at him. Thankfully, it didn't seem they were capable of space travel... yet.

He hurried towards the turret, easily making his way inside and back into an oxygen filled area.

It was dark inside the tower but thankfully free of infection. Solder climbed a ladder up to the turret's guns and activated the console. The plan was simple. A few shots at the ship - wide of course - would get their attention. They were too far to see the Corona but hopefully just a few stray shots would get their attention. Maybe they'd even start opening communications.

His plan quickly went down the drain.

The defence matrix was down.

"Shit!" he swore.

He had to activate the matrix. That meant he had to go back into the Corona.

He glanced at the schematics on his arm, his mind racing. The only way to activate the matrix was to manually override the priority lockdown and to do that, he had to get to the command centre or the observation deck. The observation deck had canimorphs in it, that much he knew so that left the command centre and that was halfway across the ship.

It would take him hours to get there and he didn't have enough air for that. Either he went back into the hanger and braved the Corona's canimorphs or he risked the vacuum of space.

Or...

Solder grinned and jumped into the gunner's seat of the turret. Most of the base's defences were automated but in case things went awry, the turrets could be manually fired... if the matrix was activated. As it stood, no matrix, no power to the turret's guns. But there was enough power for one thing...

Solder seized a lever to his side and yanked it.

Thick metal walls surrounded him, encasing him and ripping him from the guns.

BOOOM!

The entire turret exploded.

His makeshift escape pod bolted away from the Corona. For a second, he was tempted just to ride the pod towards the distant ship. Then he remembered Mauler and the others. He seized the pod's controls and angled it back towards the Corona's enormous command centre.

The tower-like structure was visible even from his distance and he hit the thrusters of the pod, zooming towards it at high speed.

Subtly was out the window.

Nine seconds...

"God I'm crazy..." he muttered.

Eight...

Solder glanced over his shoulder at the distant moving lights.

Seven...

Still a few seconds to turn back. He was sure the pod had enough fuel to make it towards the ship or at least catch its attention.

Six...

No... he was a marine. An engineer by training but a marine by heart.

Five...

Last chance to back out.

Four...

He wasn't backing out.

Three...

He braced himself.

Two... one...

Solder shut his eyes.

SMASH!

The escape pod burst through the command centre's windows, slamming hard against the many consoles that dotted the area. Alarms exploded around him, that mechanical voice screaming about another hull breach and the sudden loss of oxygen. Huge, metallic shield doors began descending down over the windows of the command centre, shutting it from the outside world and the soul-sucking emptiness of space.

With the decompression dealt with, Solder kicked open the door of the escape pod and quickly bolted up the stairs to the commander's console. The entire place was almost pitch black but he was guided by the light from the console.

He practically collapsed against the illuminated panels and quickly hit the communication's panel.

"Hello!?" he bellowed. "Hey! This is the ISMMP Corona. We are in dire need of extraction! We've got a major -" He cut himself off for a second. Should he tell them about the infection? That would just scare them off. " - hull breach! Our ship is falling apart! We need help! Please! Most of the crew is... gone. We're on our last legs!"

No reply.

"Please..." Solder begged softly to himself. "Pick up..."

Nothing.

"I know you're out there!" he cried. "There's only six of us! Please!" He was kicking himself for giving away their numbers and he knew Sandman would have a few choice words for him but they were desperate.

Again, silence.

"Shit..."

The console sprang to life.

"_ISMMP Corona,"_ a smooth, voice began, every syllable drawn out and articulated with the air of superiority.

Solder thanked whatever god was listening for his luck. He didn't care if the guy he was talking to was some snooty diplomat that would look down on them. Hell, he didn't care if it was someone from the bloody Terran Empire. Just as long as he and the rest of his team got out.

"This is the Blackstar_. There are only six of you, you say?"_

"Yes," Solder replied. "We're marines and we're in desperate need of help."

"Such a shame. Well, I'm sure a mining ship would have plenty of booty to loot. If you come peacefully, we'll be glad to send you back to your families. At a ransom, of course."

Booty? Ransom?

"Oh no..." Solder's lips quivered. "You're pirates."

"We prefer the term 'freelance entrepreneurs'. But if you insist on calling us that... prepare to be boarded."

The speaker coughed.

"Oh and... 'Arrrrr!'."

---Awakening ---

ISIS Corona

01:03:41:13

Sandman gasped, daring to open his eyes.

His pupils instantly stung and he screamed. Bubbles escaped from his throat, floating around in the thick, translucent fluid that hung around him. The taste of salt touched his tongue and he flailed about, his limbs moving sluggishly in the thick fluid around him.

His lungs instantly began to burn...

Then something thick and fleshy was shoved right into his throat.

Even without seeing was it was, he knew it was a cock. He gasped... and tasted air as it was pushed out from the cock's head and into his lungs.

He blinked a few times, squinting through the slightly white haze of wherever he was. He took another breath, sucking in a lungful of air gratefully. As he exhaled, a stream of bubbles filtered out of his nose. Then, the cock abruptly jerked and shot thick, hot fluids down his throat.

He choked it back, spitting it out as much as he could. He tried to suck back some air but the cock refused. It just shot more liquid at him. He spat it back out.

The game was simple.

He either drank whatever it gave him - which he suspected as the infectious cum of the canimorphs - or he drowned.

Sandman solidified himself and spat out the next wad. His vision was already starting to blur but he held firm. He was determined to be defiant until the very end.

Another spurt of cum and once again, he spat it out.

He closed his eyes, feeling his head go suddenly feather-light and his lungs scream for air.

He... he...

He couldn't do it.

The cock jerked and he drank, feeling the molten fluids drip down his throat and into his stomach. He could almost feel the sperm wriggling around in his stomach. Air instantly filled his lungs and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's a good boy."

Sandman jerked around.

It was Hamel.

"You are strong, aren't you? Very strong. I can see you're a man's man. And a man has needs."

For the first time, Sandman noticed that he was completely naked. A thick tentacle of flesh curled around his left leg and wrapped around his erect member. He whimpered slightly, drinking in another serving of cum followed by several breaths of air. His vision somehow began to clear and he could see the tentacle slowly massaging his member, making him writhe in a mix of pleasure and fear.

"Yes... you most certainly have needs..."

Sandman flailed, trying to escape. His hands pressed up against a thick, veined wall. He ran his palms over it, realising that it was vaguely cylindrical in shape. His feet brushed up against something... spherical. When he glanced down, he spied two, enormous balls of flesh where the tentacles and their cock tips spawned from.

It didn't take him long to realise that he was in one of the monster cocks that Hamel claimed contained the other members of the Corona's crew!

"Well done! You have a sharp mind! Perhaps you will make a good Hellhound... Or maybe even a Weaver. They both excel in physical strength and cunning."

Sandman screamed at Hamel to let him go.

"Go? My dear boy, why would I want to do that? A better question, why would you want_to go?"_

Sandman threw in a couple of profanities, a few accusations about being a monster and giving up humanity for wanton gay sex.

"Just had to throw in 'gay', huh Shane? But from what I can see, you're a man's man. Only a man can satisfy your needs."

That wasn't true. He liked hanging out with guys but he would never think of sodomising anyone! Or being sodomised!

"You don't need to think when everything is bound my instinct."

Sandman gasped softly when he felt something hot and pointed press against the ring of his anus. He squeezed down instinctively and reached behind his back, seizing the cock tentacle. Other tentacles instantly lashed out, seizing his wrists and yanking them away. His legs were similarly restrained.

He screamed when that tentacle pressed itself up into his ass, making him squirm at the alien form filling him. When he tried kicking out, the walls of his anal cavity pressed against that thick, hard cock, wiggling it further and further up into his body. His ass burned and screamed in protest.

Then the tentacle pulled out and the rush of the warm, salty liquid around him soothed the burning.

"Was that so bad? Why don't we try it again?"

Sandman screamed bubbles again as that tentacle invaded him once more. It wasn't as painful as last time... until it pushed even deeper into him, making him buck his hips inadvertently. The tentacle began to retreat but it didn't pull out completely. It pushed deeper... and then pulled out... even deeper... and then slid back.

A rhythm quickly worked itself between Sandman and the tentacles. He was left gasping and sucking on the cock pushed down his throat as his body reacted in alien ways. His cock was painfully hard and he found himself grinding against the tentacle, squeezing down hard to try and pin it in one place. All the while, more and more cum was being pumped into his stomach.

"Ah... That's better. What do you say we add to the stimulation?"

Before he could ask what other forms of stimulation could be offered, two tentacles reached out and curled seductively around his waist, crawling up his barely visible abs. They clamped tightly around his nipples, twisting and curling like a pair of mouths and tongues combined that sent flames of arousal burning through his veins.

"Ah, you like that, don't you?"

"F - Fuck you..." Sandman stammered.

"And we're suddenly opening our minds! You're progressing wonderfully, Shane!"

Sandman realised that he hadn't 'spoken' but it was like there was a voice in his mind he could project. The words in his mind seemed 'louder' than before and he could suddenly 'throw' them beyond his mind just like he was speaking.

"What - What are you doing to me...?"

"Evolving you."

Sandman held onto his mind, blocking out the pleasures of his body and tried to focus on this new skill. "Sorry. I like being a primitive, knuckle-dragging ape."

"You do, do you? Well, I think that can be arranged."

"Wh - what...?"

His reply came in the form of intense heat being pumped deep into his ass. He could feel hot liquid pouring into his body from both his ass and his mouth. The molten fluids seemed to seep into his veins and he watched in horror as thick, blue cords began curling around his entire body like the roots of a tree. His breathing became rapid as the veins curled around his abdomen. His waist began shrinking, the excess fat flittering away and being forcibly pumped into his abdominal muscles, giving them new size, shape and definition. His belly button vanished in the valleys of his abs.

The veins curled down his legs, pumping new life and form into his thighs. His flesh pressed against the tentacles curled around them, making him groan as they strained against the might of those muscular tendrils. He was trying to fight the growth but at the same time, he was fighting to break free of the bonds.

Then he felt his thighs brushing up against one another, muscle pressing against muscle. He could barely feel the skin separating them. His calves flexed and relaxed rapidly as the bones along his leg lengthened, stretching out with the sensation of someone pulling at his feet, a mix of torture and massage. His toes each felt like someone had stabbed them with hot irons and they were lengthening to absorb the hot metal. The bones in his feet twisted and grew, expanding bigger than his entire forearm!

The veins curled around his spine and pecs. His screams turned into groans. His back arched, loud pops filling his ears as his vertebrae lengthened and grew new neighbours. His chest felt like it was being pumped full if muscle and as he pressed it out, he could feel it stretching, growing. His nipples pressed up against the tentacles savagely licking at them, oddly growing more and more sensitive. Each shoulder widened, obtaining a thick, rounded shape with the crevasses of his muscles straining the length of his skin. The veins on his arms popped out as his biceps and triceps bulged, pressing up against their restraining tentacles. Each of his hands were overtaken by spasms as they lengthened and his palms became positively huge with matching forearms.

His entire body felt like it was on fire and the salty brine around him seemed to cool him as the transformation ebbed.

"There now. How do you feel?"

"F - F - Fuck you..."

"I suspect you shall soon enough. But first... You've felt helpless all your life, haven't you Shane?"

"I'm not falling for your mind games..."

Hamel laughed at him. "But I'm already_in your mind! What game is there to win? I'm already in here! And look! I found that little memory where you were bullied in primary school! Then in secondary, you began hitting the gym, had your growth spurt and_ loved_the power it granted you. Why don't you flex your bicep, Shane? Go on."_

Sandman refused.

"No? How about I do it for you?"

His left arm suddenly moved of its own accord. Sandman winced as his arm flexed by itself. He felt hot blood pumping over his gargantuan bicep. It had to be the size of a watermelon... on steroids!

And it felt... good...

"Do you like that?"

"Love it,"_he growled. _"But I'm still going to shove it up your ass and kill you!"

"Of course you will! You always loved your arms, didn't you, Shane? You loved them bulging out and growing stronger. Your arms are your greatest asset. Would that you could have more. Oh wait! You can!"

"Wha -"

Sandman cried out in agony as two jabs of pain erupted from his back just beneath his shoulder blades. His breathing became rapid as two, sharp pinpricks pressed up against his sides just underneath his armpits. He glanced down and watched in horror as the flesh began pressing out of his sides like someone was sticking a needle at his skin... from the inside! At the same time, he watched the top most abdominal muscles grow bigger and bigger, bigger than its other cousins. His spin popped a few new vertebrae just as two, black splotches appeared on his growing pair of abdominals. He watched as those spots grew two, fleshy nubs that he recognised as nipples.

His fear mounted when, right beside his new set of pectorals, those two growths extended further and further. Huge, mound-like muscles grew around them, forming the distinct shape of biceps and triceps. The growth abruptly took a sharp turn, forming an elbow before it grew the bulging, tapering length of a forearm. Five individual smaller growths emerged from the edge, taking with them a fully-grown hand.

"Oh fuck... fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!"

"Flex for me, Shane."

His arms flexed by themselves. The blood pumping through them, the veins popping out from his pecs... it made him so hard.

He groaned.

"Ah... That's more like it..."

"God... You... You are so_dead..."_

"Maybe. But I noticed you don't want to be a 'knuckle-dragging ape' anymore."

Sandman whimpered. "You don't know me."

"Oh no? Then let's get to know each other."

A blast of pleasure erupted from the base of Sandman's spine and like he was stretching another limb, he felt a thick, muscular tail erupted from just above his buttocks. Thick, brown fur spread out from its tip and rapidly curled up his back, rolling up between the canyon just over his spine and curling over each of his four shoulders.

"Aren't we excited?"

There was no denying it... Sandman could feel his tail wagging.

On some primal level... he loved this.

"Flex."

"N... No..."

His upper arms curled up behind his head, showing off his bulging triceps. His lower ones clasped together, biceps and forearms bulging.

Sandman moaned, his cock bouncing happily against his chest. The fur on his back spread, wrapping around his chest and quickly consuming every valley and crease. Still, his amazing muscles remained for all to see. His nipples stood out pink and fleshy like huge targets against the sea of brown.

"Flex."

"Nngh..."

His upper arms crossed, shoulders rising out proudly with his chest. The lower pair clasped his waist, showing the full array of his arms. The fur rippled down his thighs, covering his legs in the span of a second. When they reached his feet, he could feel them hardened around the soles of his feet as leathery pads quickly formed. His toenails blackened, forming sharp claws. He wiggled them, enjoying the new feeling.

"Flex..."

"Hrrmmm... Of fuck..."

His entire body moved, twisting to the side as both pairs of arms clasped together, showing off his biceps in a sidewards pose. His leg even rose up so his thighs bulged out proudly. The fur rolled up his face and he felt himself sucking on that cock in his mouth more and more. With each lustful gasp, his lips pulled further and further away from his eyes, a distinct muzzle forming with a black nose twitching over his sharpened fangs. His ears pulled back, becoming big and triangular as they settled over his head.

"Flex."

Sandman roared, ripping his limbs free of the constraining tentacles and flexing all four of his arms. His cock sprang up proudly against his chest, stretching upwards and rising over his tremendous eight pack of abs, sliding over his first pair of pecs and then settling at the base of his second just at level with his upper pair of nipples. The pick, fleshy length became bright red and pointed, the mushroom-like glands tampering to a point giving that last extra length that gave his rocket rise over his nipples.

Cum exploded out of the tip, his huge, cantaloupe-sized balls jostling in their furry sacks as his seed joined the rest of the salty brew inside the suddenly too-small cocoon.

_"Fuck yeah!"_he roared.

Sandman took one last suck of the cock jammed in his muzzle and then reached up with his upper arms, claws digging into the lip of the cocoon and pulling it open. All the fluids inside the cock-shaped cocoon was suddenly surged outwards with the rise of his climax, a geyser of triumph and pure lust. He wiggled out of the cocoon, rising out of the tampering point.

His muzzle emerged first and he gave a triumphant roar that rippled throughout the entirety of the Corona. He pulled himself out of the cock cocoon, leaping down onto the Pack-covered floor with easy. His enormous twelve foot tall weight shook the ground even with the cushiony, muscle-like growth covering it. He slowly rose to his feet, his massive weight so perfectly proportioned that it was like he was born with this body.

He wiggled his toes against the Pack and he could sense the consciousness of thousands of other canimorphs that were attached to the Pack. He could sense their lust and their warm welcome of him.

"Welcome, brother."

Sandman's lips pulled back into a grin. "Yeah. And fuck you too."

---Pirates! ---

ISIS Perdition

01:02:00:00

"This... This is not good."

Captain Mauler stood in the devastated hanger of the Corona. The fires had long gone out on the crashed Perdition but as he sifted through the wreckage, he couldn't find any trace of his pilot, Bee. His fear gripped him as he wondered what had happened.

"Maybe the canimorphs got him..." Crossfire muttered.

"What canimorphs?" Mauler replied, a little agitated at the young man's pessimism.

"The ones that he found floating in space, remember?"

Mauler cursed himself. That was right. Bee had found several escape pods filled with those cock-cocoons. Could it be that one of them had 'hatched' and that was what caused Bee to get caught?

"Shit... Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"Uh... Captain..."

"What!?"

He hadn't meant to snap out but it seemed that his hopes were increasingly becoming impossible to meet. He wanted to apologise but when he saw Crossfire's eyes, that thought quickly vanished. Turning, he followed the young private's gaze.

His jaw dropped.

A huge ship came to hover right beside the Corona's hanger, blocking out the stars beyond. The words 'Blackstar' flashed before his very eyes until the ship's own hanger came into view.

Mauler jumped off the ruins of the Perdition, flicked out his plasma pistol -

... and froze.

About two dozen men dressed in a mixture of armours crossed the gap between the two ships, each of them wielding far more terrifying weapons than him. At their head was a man with a thick, scar running down the left side of his face and a thick, blonde beard. A laser-edged sabre was hanging from his hip while a traditional kinetic pistol was in his grip.

"Gentlemen!" the man said, striding over to him, red coattails flapping behind him. "I am Captain Arthur Scarmane, Captain of the Blackstar and leader of the Blackstar Pirates. I hereby commandeer this ship and lay claim to all the booty in its confines." He levelled his gun at Mauler. "I trust there will be no complaints?"

Mauler glanced at Crossfire who slowly his pulse rifle to the ground.

"You won't find 'booty' here..." Crossfire muttered mournfully.

Sighing, Mauler dropped his own gun.

"Bloody pirates."