[Worm]

With Miss Blades in front, and the Danger Twins on each side, Ino didn't have many options. So he tucked and rolled, hoping to make it across the platform and back to the docks so he could run off with his bounty. Unfortunately for him, Tennan was too fast. She could read him like a book and with his preemptive movements, she was right on top of him. Ino couldn't remember much after that, just flashes of red and black as the alien with no eyes repeatedly stabbed him in the back. Quite literally.

Blood pooled around Tennan's feet and she didn't intend to stop. Like an enraged animal, she stabbed and stabbed, the sounds of her blades entering and exiting flesh intoxicating. She let out a gutteral moan, blood splattered against her thighs, her face, her pearly dress. Ino was surely dead.

It was as if Quash could sense it. His best friend, his caregiver was in trouble. But his mission was right in front of him, a target waiting to be fired at. With poisonous glands irritated and ready to shoot, he decided to aim for Marco's face. At best, it would seep into his eyes or mouth and kill him. At worst, it would sit on his skin and cause him to pass out from pain. Either way, he knew he needed to help out his master, and forced each globule of venom out with a hiss. One, two, three!

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Qi was such an easy passenger. She rode with Ilan's drug induced punches, and didn't put up a fight. She took his drugs, she gave him music suggestions, and Ilan was soaring. "Take it all..." His hands were in Qi's hair, sifting it like sand. Just from touching her, he could see the girl's history unwinding. Consent wasn't something that popped in his head before he began his intimate procedure. It just seemed to happen naturally, as if the pulses of universal flow forced him here. With Qi, and her tragic backstory.

"You smell like seawater." Though this could have come off as an insult, his inflection instilled a sense of arousal from this fact. Ilan had no boundaries, no sense of personal space, and that was very clear. When one traversed the galaxy alone, it was easy to forget these things. Besides, he'd already made a reputation as the best one night stand in the central cluster. He sniffed her again, eyes dilated to a point of no return. He pulled away from his exotic treasure only for another taste of his herbal remedy.

The weeklong trip would seem just as short as it was excruciatingly long. He loved toying with his guests. By the time Qi would step foot on another planet, perhaps she would be a different person. It was his job to meld those lost souls who happened to find him. At least, that's what his inner God told him.