You turn at the light touch on your arm and as you do, it tightens into an iron grip. You frown, twisting your head and your eyes meet the cold impassive gaze of the short slender Asian creature with the long pig-tails known as ‘Protectorate’. You try shrugging out of the slight graceful figures sturdy grasp but her grip is so strong that you might as well be trying to escape an immobile steel restraint.
“What is happening here?” the small but indomitable alien asks.
At first you assume she is talking you but you quickly come to realize that she is addressing to the Twins, giving you less attention than she might give an insect caught in her tight fist. It pisses you off but you practice some restraint in light of her clearly superior strength. God, but her muscle density must be like that of granite!
“The human subject…” begins the smaller copper-haired twin hesitantly looking uncertainly back and forth between you and her ravaged sister, but she is quickly interrupted by her taller sibling who has climbed shakily back to her feet.
“…the subject has been showing us the hither-unforeseen benefits of the changes it has made to our original human female physical templates.” The brunette intercedes with a smaller quaver in her voice as she regains mastery over herself.
Protectorate looks back and forth between the two of them, her eyes coming to rest on the brunettes torn clothing and her frowning expression clearly showing that she is unconvinced but has no grounds to pursue the matter any further. You pull firmly at her grip on your arm again experimentally but despite being almost twice her size and three times her weight you can’t even budge her, even your aphrodisiac scent is having no noticeable effect on her. You are beginning to find it all very concerning…
The slight but pretty Asian alien looks up at you with cool impersonal distain.
“You should understand, human that my designated duty is to protect this ship and its inhabitants.” She states in that familiar unemotional matter-of-fact manner you are growing to loath, “Your presence here represents a clear threat that I will not ignore, no matter how backwards your race is. Remember that I am monitoring you at all times and I am personally superior to you in every possible physical and mental aspect.”
Her words infuriate you but worse than that; the way she states it without a sense of pride or boastful nature makes you feel small and insignificant beside her. You fight to keep from showing your outrage as she releases you from her immobilizing hold and strides purposefully from the dimly lit incubation chamber in her tight alluring grey figure-hugging bodysuit. Despite everything you can’t help but to admire that small tight ass as she leaves the chamber.
Well, she might be superior to you in every personal attribute but she, like her entire race, was missing something that was of supreme importance in any battle of the wits; ambition!
Without it, she would never be able to think like you and as such, she would never be able guess your next move or realize the extent you would be willing to go to just to outwit her. Her thinking was trapped in cool logical straight lines and a little hot-blooded human irrationality was beyond her ability to predict.
With your face twisted into an angry scowl you turn your back on her receding form, quickly planning your next step to gain a foothold in this supremely advanced but gravely naïve crew of gorgeously humanoid, utterly feminine aliens.
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