Play Testers Wanted Pt. 13

'Ghost? Hey. Am I fucked? I got a countdown bar in my screen.' He sent back.

'You got a facehugger on you. Listen. This could just as easily kill you as put you back in the game...'

'Do it! I know the odds, just fucking do it!' He begged as did the others when I touched their thoughts. 'Here goes nothing.'

Those still standing watched over me as the Xenomorphs positioned themselves for the last stand. I reached out using the Force and isolated the invading lifeforms inside the fallen. I held them in my mind and then using teleportation sent them into the heart of the power core. They were annihilated instantly. The facehuggers fell off since they had no embryo to maintain and the sleepers awoke. The queen, who sat astride the top of the core, lost her collective shit. The last stand was on. Left reached into my favorite folder of songs and picked the best heart thumping battle music for me.

"Bitch! It is you and me!" I howled as I teleported to the top of the core with both blades ignited. She was still attached to the egg laying apparatus but was tearing herself free of it. To facilitate this, she shapeshifted to her Skrull form. She was heavily armored and carrying an ancient sword that might have belonged to nobility a thousand years ago. Whatever it was made of it resisted the Darksaber and the duel began. She was a mistress with the blade. This was not going to be a hit and run, no, she held her own quite easily. It unfolded like something out of the Princess Bride. I examined her metamorphic style as we fought. It was as mercurial as she was. She did not remain in her Skrull form. She shifted constantly altering her race as often as her height to throw off my angle of attack.

"The height of genetic memory," I commented when we locked blades. "Your ship is destroyed. You have no way of escape."

"You would end my legacy?" She spoke which almost allowed her to land a grave wound.

"Absolutely," I replied as her mind lashed out. I staggered back as her blade cut me across my diaphragm. "Bitch!" I retaliated with my own psychic attack. It was not just the queen that felt it but her entire brood. She desperately went on the offensive as I prepared to wreck her. How long had we been fighting? I had lost track of time. As I riposted one of her stronger strikes, I felt the teleport beams from the player's ships. They were abandoning ship. I lashed out with a devastating psychic blast staggering queen and nest. "Boss chest, there has to one around here... ugh...figures." I cursed as I spied it under the wet mess of the remains of the egg laying apparatus. I latched onto it and ordered Traci to teleport me home. The last thing I heard were the following, the queen screeching in unbridled rage, the deafening 'whoomph' as the last of the containment seals ruptured, and the roar of matter and antimatter mixing.

The Ghostdancer joined the other ships a parsec away and watched the light show as the newborn nebula took form. Void was the first to register the brand-new stellar object.

"I've transmitted the sighting to the Astronomica Galactica. Unless someone else beat me to it, it will be known now and forever more as the Ghost Fire Nebula! Best session ever!" She shouted.

"I agree," Gimmick added. "If you ever need players for another crossover here's my info." I received friend requests from everyone but Augury. She had already logged off. When I asked what her problem was, I learned about not just the character but the player as well.

"You have not heard," Sentinel explained. "She was only there in hopes of targeting you."

"Targeting me, why?" I asked knowing my gut instinct about her had been right.

"Her main power is stealing other's abilities. She is like Rogue from Xmen and a vampire. She feeds off others and that is how she has gotten so powerful so quick. Most players see the name Augury and quit quests because of her. I hate to say it, but her track record speaks for itself. I'm not trying to be a dick about it, but it is the truth." Sentinel said her voice soft and contemplative. "You got lucky."

"Since we are all still here where is the nearest place, we can divvy up the boss chest?" I asked feeling strangely generous.

"Contraxia!" Several voices called out at the same time.

"I'll meet you guys there." I said as Traci plotted a course and fired up the Bifrost drive in front of the others. "Why did you do that?"

"Aw come on, you are a legend act like it." Left and Traci agreed. "You'll be feeling no pain by the time they arrive."

Ynariel slid into my arms, pushed up my mask, and kissed me.

"I hear the Iron Lotus has some unique entertainment options." She purred in my ear.

Left was correct. I was on my second bottle of Kree Ambrosia when the others arrived. They were delayed even more when they spotted the Dancer and ogled it for a few minutes. I had set up a tab and treated them to food and drink. The famed Love-Bots were on display outside the galaxy's most well-known brothel, the Iron Lotus. The robots declared among their amenities were such features as self-cleaning, self-lubricating, built-in vibrators, and lack of gag reflex. The bright yellow skin was so that you knew you were renting the absolute best an hour at a time. If you wanted them to whisper sweet nothings in your ear that was extra.

We spent an hour going over the happenings during the quest aboard the space station. I could feel their desire to see what was in the boss chest. I activated three heavily armored M3 droids to carry and escort the unopened container to our table. The six barrels of the auto-laser discouraged any shenanigans from onlookers. I opened the chest and an option I had never encountered before popped up.

'Do you wish to share the contents with other players?' Y/N?

I selected yes of course. There was a short pause as it divided the treasure amongst us. My share was modestly larger and still substantial. The others each received an item suited for their occupation or to boost one of their powers/abilities. I received two hand carved figurines, one a raven or crow, the other a coyote or a wild dog. I did not know their significance, but Void did. She commented when I let her handle them.

"Trickster gods," She declared. "You know like..." She continued before I could stop her. "...Loki."

The popping sound and gleeful cry drew everyone's attention to the air above me. Loki, clad in only a minimalist's idea of lingerie, fell into my lap, and held me close to her ample bosom.

"Ghost man!" She declared to anyone nearby. "Your child grows inside of me a bit more every day. Do the right thing would you." She cackled with laughter. "I missed you, both of them."

"What does she mean by both?" Void stammered afraid of the answer.

"I want to introduce you to the sole master of the most ancient and sensual art," Loki paused for dramatic effect. "The Double Dragon... duh-duh-duhhhhh!" Void's expression was still uncomprehending. "He can summon a second cock silly girl."

"No shit!" She exclaimed and I saw her working it out. Then she turned to grin at Ynariel. "You lucky little shit."

"Indeed." The she elf smiled back. "I'm sure he would not mind me telling you that he fucks like a machine. He wore me out and that is saying something I assure you."

"Come on Ghost, there's enough of you for me and your little she elf." Loki purred as she ground against me. "I'll pay for the room."

"Fine, you talked me into it." I conceded. "Just don't tell you know who."

"Now who could that be?" Loki giggled mischievously. "Does it begin with an A?" She growled as she continued. "Does she have red hair? Need I continue?"

"Hold the fuck on!" Gimmick exclaimed in understanding. "Are you telling me that you..."

"Say it," Urged Loki like an addict looking for her next fix.

"Not only have you made love to this gorgeous woman but Angela of Asgard too!" He said and barely had the name been uttered than Thor's sister appeared via the Bifrost. Very showy entrance and it just got better.

"Release your talons on him foul one!" Angela ordered Loki. "If anyone is going to bed him, it will be me!"

"Shit is about to get real," Void laughed nervously.

"I don't suppose I have any say in this." I said knowing better.

"Hush man flesh," Angela growled playfully. "Women are talking. Don't fret, I'll save you."

"Save him you Teutonic tart," Loki fired across her bow. "After a night in my bed he will forget your name."

"After a night with you he would need a long hot shower and a weekend with me to drown his sorrows." Angela replied.

"If I may," Ynariel chimed in smoothly. "Why not put it to the test as it were. Has he bedded both of you at the same time? No. I can see that has never occurred." She plowed ahead without waiting for an answer. "I would be honored to offer up myself as referee and bedroom arbiter."

"I like her." Loki stated as she gave Angela a sidelong glance. "Well? Or are you afraid?"

"Strike the colors of Asgard!" Angela roared. "Heimdall... mead enough for say three days!" The Bifrost manifested once more but only several large oaken casks, called tuns, appeared. I was told each held 303 gallons of aged golden mead. I remembered the last time I entertained Angela of Asgard. My stamina bar turned orange showing alcohol poisoning. I helped her carry the casks into the brothel and up to the emperor's suite. It was garishly painted in the erotic colors of sunshine yellow and electric pink in honor of the one time the Shi'Ar Emperor supposedly visited and bedded every Love-Bot the madame had available.

One cask was left outside where the festivities began. Everyone there was invited to celebrate with us. The ravagers, intergalactic brigands, hit it hard and quickly learned the lesson to pace yourself with Asgardian booze. I took my time and savored the build up to what was likely going to be a most entertaining three days that I may or may not remember. While the ravagers were splayed out on furniture, the ground, and even ornamental plant life one of them began singing a raunchy spacing song. I conjured a guitar from the stuff of shadows and slowly plucked out the music.

"...a talented girl from Kree, so gifted she could stand up and pee. A Shi'Ar called foul while a Skrull girl grew a zowell and pissed all over her knee. Oh! I have fucked every kind of girl that is out there. Some dressed, some slinky, or plain bare. Some don't swallow, when I slide in their hollow, and bitch when I don't pay them to follow."

It was a terrible song but catchy. Once the booze ran out the party moved inside. I joined the ladies in the Emperor's Suite via Angela's shoulder. It did give me an amazing view of her naked ass while she staggered up the steps. I had a sudden image of T'Challa, the Black Panther, and King of Wakanda being hoisted over the gorgeous redhead's shoulder like a sack of grain. I giggled and the Asgardian asked me what was so damn funny.

"Just this," I snorted uncontrollably. "Quit squirming my princely kitty cat, men should be ridden not..."

"I didn't say that," she roared interrupting me. "It was more like... purr for me baby..." She giggled while I burst out in uncontainable laughter.

That was the beginning of what the madame of the Iron Lotus chronicled as the loudest, most drunken tri-dakka of sex, nudity, and wanton debauchery she had ever witnessed. I only learned later that the term tri-dakka was the native's term for weekend or in this case three days of uninterrupted pleasure. After I had slept nearly twelve hours, I woke to find I had been made an honorary member of the Ravagers, from the flame shaped patch left on the nightstand. How was I to know the cute Asian woman that wandered into my room was in fact none other than Aleta, a captain among the organization and a talented and creative lover.

"She tore that off her jacket by the way," Ynariel whispered in my ear. "I think you impressed her boss." A short pause before she continued. "Oh hey, Void sends her thanks for the gifts."

"Oh yeah, I remember now." I said as it took a moment to recall what had transpired. "I bought her basic shapeshifting after she curled my toes."

"You were damned impressed by her enthusiasm." She laughed. "I promise to be that enthusiastic in the future."

"No need, you knocked me for a loop the moment you kissed me." I told her and she knew it was the truth. The low-level telepathic link we shared told her that. She had asked before establishing it. It was a sign of respect and intimacy. There were no secrets or lies between us. If I found another woman attractive, she knew it. The same was true if she found a male or female attractive. There was no jealousy only truth.

"Ghost Ravager, has a nice ring to it." She stated with a kiss to my neck. "We could repaint the Dancer if you want. I always wanted to live a life of piracy. And think of it, a crew of blooded Yautja to back you up. Aw, come on captain, let us fuck some shit up!"

Naked I conjured a guitar from the stuff of shadows, walked to the balcony attached to the emperor's suite, and began playing. I serenaded some of the Love-Bots below who were attempting to drum up business. I glanced at the guitar and I realized I had forgotten to pay the shadow imps that I had conjured on the space station. I called their leader back. He appeared as Ynariel pressed her body against my back.

"I am so sorry little dude," I apologized to the toothy beastie. "I got so caught up and lost track."

"S'okay boss man, we understand," he said smiling and eyeing the naked she elf. "Hello sister, long time no see."

"How is it hanging Grit?" She giggled. "It has been what, three hundred years?"

"Yeah, about that. Perfect hook up the two of you. An elfin she mage and the Champion of Anackire make a great couple."

"Will this cover it?" I asked tossing him a huge chunk of blue vorpalite.

"More than generous as always champion." Grit the imp said with a smile and a bow. "Anything else I can do for ya?"

"I'm good for now." I said and with another bow the imp faded away. "So, you and Grit eh? Should I be jealous?"

"No, just an old friend when I walked the path of the mage." She explained. "My people walk one path at a time for a century of so. Of course, sometimes we get trapped and lose ourselves on a path."

"Is it time for a change for you?" I asked.

"Hm, good question... I have been on this one for a long time. Perhaps it is time for the path of the corsair." She paused for a moment before continuing. "How do you do it? So much at the same time?"

"It is about balance. I try to keep combat, magic, and music all in the air at the same time." I replied. "I collect a lot to keep me amused and busy."

"You collected me," She purred in my ear as her hands wrapped around my waist. I felt her head on my shoulder. "I have never felt more loved."