The spacious hangar of The Nï'Vay, is beautifully arranged with a wide array of Space Shuttles, Fighters and Troop Carriers.
Which would be an impressive sight. If it weren't for the lack of personnel, and the absence of many Porters, Awakened and Enrouted. Even though their presence was explicitly requested by the Captain of the ship.
In total, there are approximately eighty individuals, among them, 32 stand out. Firm postures in a eight per four rectangular formation, wearing dark grey advance body armor with purple highlights.
"I didn't have the impression of this company being so stingy with the budget of the facilities, the equipment of they employees, or the usage of their assets. Why are they only deploying one Platoon?".
As always, N'Ïrk speaks his mind out. Which doesn't take Hayden by surprise. "Perhaps is a safety measure, Ni-Ni. Though, i find it weird too. I don't see additional Squads. And the company surely is going to take possession of the Space Zone after we clean it up".
*Sigh*. "That is a given Lil-Sis. I only hope it doesn't take us too long. And this company repay us adequately but generously for our job".
*Jha*. "Keep dreaming. But we can still turn around, Ni-Ni. It doesn't matter how much the Captain want us to participate in this incursion. Is our choice. We are not obligated to assist them. On the contrary, is their responsibility to transport us safely to our destination".
"True…".
The sound of heels clicking against the floor resonates in the hangar. Dragging everyone's attention to the person responsible for such entrance.
A voluptuous busty woman with hourglass figure, dark brown skin and metalized dark magenta hair with pastel coral underhair tied in a high ponytail.
She wears a tight black uniform with purple shades, accentuating her silhouette with the unnecessarily large cleavage she shows due to her massive womanly attributes.
Confidence lingering in the direct gaze of her mature sharp face, enhanced with the black sclera of her eyeballs, slit constricted pupils, and the dark beige irises that glow with high intensity. Taking almost all the attention from her thick plump meaty dark amethyst lips.
"I understand that your plans have been interrupted, so I appreciate your hasty response and presence. I will give a brief explanation of the situation. After that, you can either choose to leave and wait here in The Nï'Vay. Or board an Incertor Pod and be shot from the Troop Carrier like this Platoon will".
No one does the minor noise. Letting the woman proceed. "My name is Hát'Thöry Verfhüren, and i will be the responsible for the coordination of this operation. 25 minutes ago, we were forced out of the «Limbus». For those who don't know. The reason behind such inconvenience, is a Space Zone. But it's not as simple as we could have expected".
The hangar lights dim down, letting visible an holographic image that looks identical to an abandoned space station.
"The scanner revealed six different inputs of Empiric Energy. In other words, a Zone that is at least Tier 9, in addition to being an Octahedron with a total of 14 entrances and having 6 Zone Nucleus. So we need to destroy at least two Nucleus, and pray that this Space Zone doesn't reconfigure to a four input tetrahedron so we can go out of the Reclusion Area by using the NTVV (Non-Relativistic Trans-Luminic Velocity in Vacuum). Otherwise, we will have to destroy a third Zone Nucleus".
"Can't we just perform that exactly maneuver right now?. Leaving with the NTVV?".
The question is made by a short young man with black hair, pointy ears and yellow eyes.
Some snorts and laughs are heard here and there in the hangar. But the woman doesn't flinch, remaining clad in calm serenity as she replies.
"We can. But the process is slower, around 20 folds more time consuming. The Space Zones want to be explored. Setting a perimeter or Reclusion Area, that cancels the «Limbus», this is to force any live form into delving. Approaching to the entrances is, two up to four times faster. But going in any other direction, is at minimum, 20 times slower. Is that sufficient to clarify your doubts?".
The young man nods and Hát'Thöry proceeds. "The Incertor Pods are made for three individuals. Counting me. We are eight four. That means 28 groups of three. Two per entrance".
The present are decided to continue, not needing any source of encouragement to be convinced of being deployed.
"The communication with The Nï'Vay will be active at all times. But the Zone could tamper or completely block the external channels. Be aware of this fact. We will not have any type of support until we get rid off, of at least one Zone Nucleus. So be aware of the landing sites of the Insertor Pods, and feel free to make use of the resources stored in its interior".
Hát'Thöry advances to arrange the groups in the Troop Carrier.
Said ship is slightly out of the hangar, aiming a weird acceleration cannon, a machine that will shoot out the Incertor Pods.
Inside the Troop Carrier. Hayden and N'Ïrk are paired with a reptilian female. She has deep merlot red eyes and a short snout, no hair is present on her scaled skin of white and black tones mixed with light greys.
Her silhouette is athletic and curvy. Nice rounded breasts on her chest, and wide hips with plump buttocks that are partially covered by the female's short tail.
The race is unknown to both. Yet, they don't mind the lady's appearance. Hayden and N'Ïrk have an open mind, and doesn't have prejudices against others. At least until meeting them. Like it happened with «The Toothpick», Harinder's Girlfriend.
The Serphenthox, are Saili'Ïckn Zunguelang Species, and Despite the name, they are not toxic, poisonous or venomous.
Yet, their aggressive appearance makes them look like Vipers an obvious mistake, that is wrongly feared be many. Because anyone who looks close enough, would notice the truth.
The Serphenthox are actually closer to an alvine crocodile, than a snake. An obvious hint are their snouts. Though they are way shorter than their prehistoric counterparts.
"What is your designation and strong points?". Blatantly inquires N'Ïrk, without showing the slightest tactful approach.
"Sir!. I am Saili'Ïckn Zunguelang, a 21 years old Serphenthox with a Pretorian battle style that was recently categorized under a label of Five Star Porter".
"That is simple to integrate with us, Ni-Ni".
"Indeed, Lil-Sis". N'Ïrk deviates his gaze to see the new teammate. "Saili'Ïckn. Why are you calling me «Sir»?".
"I thought it was the adequate why to refer to a Man of your Status, Sir".
"Can you specify a bit more, Saili'Ïckn?. I am not familiar with your Species, much less with your customs. Any doubt or suggestion you have. Tell it right away, so we don't have too many misunderstandings between us".
"Understood, Sir".
"Go on".
"Yes, Sir!. In «Serthox», is normal to refer as «Sir» or «Madame» to those who are Awakened or Enrouted with Eight Stars or above. The coordinator give us basic access to our teammates".
The young lady extends her smartwatch and shows three holographic names.
N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus • [ 11 ★ ≈ ]
Hayden Rafner • [ 9 ★ ≈ ]
Saili'Ïckn Zunguelang • [ 5 ★ ₱ ]
"Wow!. Ni-Ni!. You outclassed Harinder by a lot, even i obtained a better designation now that my evaluation got approved!. But, Saili'Ïckn. Don't you ever dare to call me «Madame». Or i will be really pissed off with you. Always call me, «Hayden». Are we clear?".
"Yes, Maahh-Hayden".
*Hahaha*. "Well Saili'Ïckn. I am not like Lil-Sis. «Sir» or «N'Ïrk» is acceptable. But only if you moan them".
"Understood, S-Sir~!".
N'Ïrk's hear rate spikes up. There is a wild savage exciting in hearing a soft willing and resolute voice moaning out from a dangerous and aggressive snout of a sexy female like Saili'Ïckn, and the young man can contain his debonair smirk or the licking of his lips, savoring the idea of making a predator his prey and ultimately his plaything…