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White hot winds blew across the smooth and leathery hide of a green alien who had forgotten her name; who lay in the sand, barefoot and with only a black t-shirt with a black,red and yellow star shield and a pair of dark grey shorts on her well-built, near-muscular body . The blazing sun hit her slitted blood red eyes as they opened for the first time since... she couldnt remember. A blurry haze was overlayed over her sight while her seemingly to stunned to move.

"Who and where am I?"." She thought to herself as the sun continued trying to singe her seemingly burn-proof eyes. The black, clawed fingernail on her left hand tapped against the sandy road she was on, making a small dent which kept being immediatly refilled by the dusty wind around her. Realising she couldnt stay like this forever the alien female tried to gather her strength and lift herself upward.

Groaning, she slowly began to lift her seven foot tall body upward, scratching her dark green hairtacles with her left hand. As her haze began to settle she noticed that she lay in the aftermath of a massacre; Bits of plasteel armor, guns of varying shapes and sizes along with the dried bones of both sapient and beast alike were scattered around the sandy dunes and in the distance, a city of decaying metallic and concrete make could be seen.

The green xeno felt surprisingly okay with the remnants of carnage around her. Was she violently insane, desensitized or who knows. Standing up fully she continued to plan her next move and that was checking out the graveyard for supplies and any clues that might help her find out who or what she is. The corpses around her were clad in brown trenchcoats and gasmasks along with equally brown, pants, boots and pith helmets and black or brown t-shirts with the exact same logo as hers. They also sported gigantic shoulderpads on, the right arm ones sporting sporting a larger version of the star shield while the left arm ones signified rank. She wondered: What group was this and was she a part of them? And if she was... why was she the last one standing?

Her train of thought was suddenly interupted by what sounded like a motorcycle getting closer. She quickly crouch-scrambed to one of the guns laying on the sandy floor. As she was about to grab one of the assault rifles a lost memory of hers shot back into her brain and told her that these guns were set to blow if anyone but their original owners pulled the trigger. Her best hope now was to just hide until the bike went away.

That bit of hope was dashed as she heard the motor-bike come to a screeching halt and the heavy-booted sounds of its driver disembarking. Wanting to know more about this potentially hostile stranger the female peered slightly out of cover to get a better look. Said potentially hostile stranger was a shark anthropomorph, large in stature and dressed in nothing but baggy jeans and heavy combat boots along with a harpoon rifle slung over his beefy back. Also of note was the sharks gunmetal grey left cyber eye with a pupil-less blood red iris along with a bulging cloth sack at the back of his bike with a chromed cyberleg sticking out of it. This guy was bad news.

Alien quickly withdrew her head and began to ponder her next course of action. Her best hope at the moment was just to wait it out until the shark finished picking the dead soldiers clean. Heavy footsteps could be heard approaching, he was on the move. The stregon did her best to remain quiet allthewhile trying to snag another peek at what he was doing.

But she was quickly forced back into cover as the shark's cyber eye engaged what appeared to be a scan function. A large red energy grid formed from the eye and began move its way up, down and across the scattered remains. Then several rattles and sand shifts all with differing distance could be heard, going on for several second. Guy presumably gathered up the guns and whatever armor parts still happened to be intact and carried them back to his bike. The sound of the bikes engines beginning to roat filled her ears and she could see the bike drive off.

With a sigh of relief she stood up and looked at the direction the shark drove off to, it was that city she saw. It looked like a good place to look for information. Then something else caught her eye, a pair of dog-tags glinting in the sand. She quickly paced over and picked up the tags. They had the exact same star shield logo carved into them as the soldiers and her t-shirt. But for some reason what was written on the tags resonated inside her head. The name „Ofisa Moren" was inscribed into them. This moment of ponderance was suddenly interrupted as a very large hand-cannon pressed against her back. It was the shark.

"Hey there Tits, thought you could hide from me?" He said in a deep yet raspy voice, cockyness oozing from his toothy mouth.

„A pretty girl like you shouldnt be around these parts..." As he said this he began to put his other hand around her and down her black shirt. Ofisa, atleast thats what she thought was her name, didnt like these advances to say the least. She silently grit her teeth as the sharks clawed hand gripped the left of her two large breasts.

"All sortsa..." With a sudden move the shark moved his gun up and fired at Ofisas head, a metal collar shooting out and wrapping around her neck. "...predators around these parts.""

Now..." He removed his hand from her shirt then immediatly shoved her to the ground violently.

"Unless you want a hundred volts runnin' through yer body I suggest you take them clothes off and be a good little whore."

As the shark pushed her down she accidentally dropped what were likely her dog-tags. Turning around she could see the shark towering over her, collar remote in the left hand and unbuckling his pants with his right, the collar gun apparently having been silently holstered.

She didnt know what to do except oblige the shark. She removed her t-shirt, throwing it to the ground and exposing her big tits to the hot desert air. The shorts soon followed, the looseness of her vag implying that this wasnt her first time. After this was done the shark's pants hit the ground and he climbed onto Ofisa. Then he went to "work".

Ofisa winced as the shark's thick shaft began to violate her insides, his hot, stinking breath pressing against her smooth head. The rape continued for minutes, a traumatic cacophony of painful thrusts, unwanted caress and one-sided moans. While this happened a quiet anger, a tranquil fury began to stir in Ofisas mind. Something beyond a desire to regain control and take revenge kept telling her that the rifle on his back blew up if someone other than its designated user squeezed the trigger.

No other choice apparent she wrapped her arms and legs around the shark's back and began to slowly and quietly moan, faking enjoyment in order to get closer to her assailant. Shark guy gave off a toothy grin and responded cheerfully as he continued to penetrate her. "I knew you'd come around." But little did he know that she was playing him for a fool. She quickly moved her left hand over to the shark's rifle, squeezed the trigger then quickly pulled her hand away. The words that came out of the gun shone a spotlight of hope on her face.

"Unauthorized user detected." With that line the gun exploded, sending gory chunks of sushi and spine flying across the desert landscape. The shark could only muster one final "You fucking bi-„ before rolling over and dropping dead next to Ofisa. Much to Ofisa's surprise what she didnt feel upon murdering a man wasnt remorse or regret, but relief.

She slowly rose to her bare feet, wondering just who was she and how did she know of the guns safety measures and just knowing how she knew how to kill people on instinct. The answers to her questions likely lied in the city off in the distance. She quickly gathered up her shorts and shirt and proceeded to don them, occasionally glancing at the smouldering flesh crater in her rapists back.

Once she finished donning her clothes she slowly approached the twitching body and reached into its pockets, pulling out several hundred credits and the keys to the bike. After she pocketed the money and the keys she grabbed the remote to the collar and turned it around. No batteries. That son of a bitch. Feeling more than slightly pissed she yanked the collar off herself and threw it on the ground. He must have thought she was a joke. She wasnt gonna be part of this system...maaaaaan.

Whoever she was was coming back, and that "Whoever" was crazy as fuck. Next on her agenda was some proper fucking footwear. Those combat boots on the shark looked nice, if a few sizes too large. She knelt down and removed them then stood up proceeded to walk over to the bike which was actually close; Some kind of decoy function perhaps? The boots were gently layed down as she began to examine the sack on the shark's bike. Aside from a bunch of useless cyber limbs there were two things that caught her eye. An armored biker jacket, completely without tears and still in mint condition along with some kind of remote.

She quickly removed the two from the sack and slung the jacket over her shoulder and began to examine the remote. When she moved her clawed index finger over its underside the remote spoke. "Recalibrating owner...owner recalibrated." And just like that the bike was hers. After she smiled with glee she pocketed the remote and grabbed the boots on the ground then sat down on the bike to put on her new gear. When that was done she assumed the proper biking position and pulled out the keys then immediatly jammed them in. A nod of approval was given by her as the engine started to purr. And with that she set off towards the city, intent on finding answers about her identity and her psyche...

TO BE CONTINUED...