Your admiration of the twins' fine form is interrupted when another holographic screen popped up, appearing in the corner next to the data the twins were working on. Upon the new window was a two dimensional image, this one looking like footage from a surveillance camera or an HD webcam. It showed a typical looking office, one with a desk, chair, some couches, as well as a fantastic view of what looked to be the New York City skyline out a nearby window. What got most of your attention though was the person standing in front of the camera.
It was a woman, well, actually it was more accurate to call her a girl, looked to be young, about eighteen or nineteen years old. She had long black hair and a cute, pixy like face, though such adorable features were marred by the grim frown on her face. Her eyes, a pale blue that almost glowed in comparison to her dark hair, looked cold and commanding. She was dressed in what looked to be a Catholic school uniform, one with a dark blue blazer and gray skirt. Despite her innocent appearance, you could tell that she was one of these aliens; under the clothes you could tell that she had the same knock-out, supermodel-quality body that was ubiquitous with all the aliens' forms, with its firm C-cup tits and slender frame.
"Overwatch," the tall twin stated, putting a name to the girl on screen.
"Twins," Overwatch said in return, addressing both the tall Amazon and her shorter sister as if they were one being. "I have received..." The young looking alien stopped speaking when her cool blue eyes noted your presence. "What is IT doing in there?" Her pretty face twisted in a frown as she spoke about you, looking like she had just stepped on a cockroach. This brought a spike of anger to build up within you; this was the first time one of the aliens had looked upon you with such scorn, like you were an insect unworthy of her attention. Not even the Protectorate, in your short run-in with her, had shown such derision to your presence.
"The subject is aiding us with improvements to our base forms," the tall twin answered, her voice still completely devoid of emotion. "It was brought to our attention that our original design may be faulty."
"I see." Overwatch turned her eyes away from you and focused it on the Twins. You didn't know whether to feel insulted or grateful. "Have there been any discrepancies with recent crew behavior?"
The tall twin blinked once before answering. "No. All minds within mainship are functioning at peak efficiency."
"Are you certain?"
The twin brought up a separate holographic window which had line after line of alien code upon it. "Yes. All data streams are nominal."
Overwatch frowned for a moment, then nodded. "Good. Protectorate has contacted me with some concerns. She feels that First may not be functioning at her set parameters."
The twin brought up some further spans of data upon the holographic screen, most likely they showed information about First and whatever her parameters were. "She is mistaken," the tall twin spoke up after a few seconds of reading through the information. "First's data shows no corruption."
"Very well." Overwatch's screen then shut off abruptly, and it was obvious to you that she had cut off the connection from her end.
The tall twin then continued her work, acting as if she had not been interrupted at all.
"Uh," you sound out, definitely needing some answers. "Who the hell was that?"
"Overwatch," the twin stated, her focus still stuck on her work.
You waited for a long moment, hoping that the tall woman would elaborate further, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to. With an irritated sigh, you asked another question. "And who the hell is this Overwatch?"
It was the short twin who answered this question. "Overwatch is the unit that maintains a presence on your planet," she explained, her soft voice sounding musical compared to the gruffer tone of her sister. "Her functions include observing the subject race, maintaining the data stream from mainship to planetbase, as well as ensuring the subject race's continued ignorance to our presence."
Damn. So these aliens have already infiltrated the planet? "How many of you are on Earth?"
"Only one is necessary for the task," this answer came from the tall twin.
You smile, shaking your head at these creatures' arrogance. They obviously severely underestimate the human race. So much so that that arrogant bitch, Overwatch, didn't even bother hiding the fact that Protectorate contacted her and suspected that you may be influencing First's behavior. Well, you certainly look forwards to showing these hot bodied aliens the error of their ways.
"Make sure that Overwatch gets the same set of 'upgrades' to her body," you tell the Twins.
"Not possible," the tall twin stated. "Overwatch is stationed on planetbase."
You waited a few seconds for the Amazon to elaborate, but she obviously wasn't going to unless pressed. "And?"
"Planetbase has a seperate nano information system from the mainship." This information was provided by the shorter twin.
Shit. Well, this would complicate your plans a bit. Oh well, it probably wouldn't matter in the end. By the time that arrogant alien begins to suspect anything, your plan would already have gone into motion and it would be too late. You'd have full control of the mothership and its entire stock of hot alien babes, all of them slaves to your will. (Not to mention your cock.)
Too bad. You really wanted to see Overwatch's pale blue eyes wide with fear and desire as you plowed her virgin cleft. |