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Part 1
Kezia woke with a start and struggled against the chains. The blindfold over her eyes was musty, she could tell that first. She knew she was in a cargo ship from the bangs and screeches of the boxes around here, that and the pilot sucked. She could tell it was either old or from a pretty crummy planet to begin with. Her blaster had been stolen and she was kneeling with her hands hanging from the ceiling. The cuffs maybe four millimeters thick made out of steel. Not top of the line, but she wasn't exactly a hard catch once in chains. They obviously knew they were dealing with a hunter and a merc, her lock pick set had been taken off, her survival bag taken off her belt, and her hidden knife in her boot was gone. She could tell she'd been searched from the way her skin tight met armor felt against her skin.
It was rank too. The whole place made her gag. Years of hiding out on the rim and working the fields gave her tolerance, but to anyone else they'd have thrown up a lung by now. The air was thick - either some alien scum from a low level or outer rim planet. She could feel it sticking up her pores. God she wanted a bath.
Bath! Bath and Kist! Her navigator and muscle. Kist could take care of himself, he was the toughest thing she knew next to a Holsentian Clostek. There's no way in hell these guys could have taken him. Bath, though, Bath was new meat fresh from the mines but he'd spent so long in the darkness of the mines that he could tell anywhere. Best damn navigator she ever had.
Jax. Jax would be alright. They'd been together forever. He'd probably escaped by the scruff of his neck, the little jugger. Kez smiled at the thought, but stopped reminiscing as soon as the ship jolted heavily.
Landed, she thought with a smirk. She heard heavy footfall and felt the vibrations in the steel. Maybe 600 glacks at the most. Still a fairly sized being. She sighed and waited till the chains were picked up, most likely by tools, and she was hoisted into a carrying cell. Still with the blindfold, she waited as the prison safeguard box was carried to her new holding cell. Suddenly she felt herself shift until she was standing and hit the ground hard. She knew her knees would give her hell for this.
The door was pulled open and the tools locked around the cuffs. She was thrown out of the box and instantly wished she was back in it. She knew exactly where she was from the moment the scent hit her. Methatra.
Methatra had been an outkast planet made for prisoners to go settle. Only problem was the methane gas that leaked out of the pores around the planet. Large geizures emitting enough to melt an atmosphere. Officials in the Universal Republic were sure no one could survive here. Then they sent a genetic engineer who had done research on live organisms. Genius really. Now it was a planet loaded with psychopathic freaks and the folklore was there was some king here who had been genetically modified from being a Methant to human, hence the name Methatra. Only problem being Methants are as big as houses and how a human could stand being that big always made her wonder. Well, she got to find out now.
She finally stopped trying to equalize her body to stability whens he heard the outburst of horrendous laughter. It sounded like wild beasts at a luncheon. Squeals and thunder, pigs and roars. It made her laugh at her situation. Then it all stopped and she heard a deep murmur that even rattled inside of her. It had to be the king.
It laughed deeply and gasped for breath. She was wondering if it was a good thing she couldn't see at this point.
"Kezia Fallah."
Well, she could skip the introductions.
"Hey your lordship."
It laughed again, that disgusting, gargled laugh. She decided to poke at it. What harm could it do?
"You mind opening a vent? It's getting hard to breathe."
It laughed again. The thing must have a great sense of humor.
"They said you babbled a lot. A common trait amongst prisoners."
"Or extreme boredom."
It stopped suddenly. That got its attention alright, she mused.
She felt a thick hand slug her chin and she was thrown to one side. She probably would have hit the ground had the tools not been holding her up. She spit out the bit of blood she felt on her tongue.
"Don't we know how to hold a classy event," she said as she straightened herself up, "Honestly, laughing at the guest, keeping them blindfolded, hitting them? No one ever teach you manners?"
She got slugged again. This time from the other side, only they purposely held her up. "Thanks," she said in the general direction of her holder.
She looked back to where she thought the thing would be sitting.
"How about we properly introduce one another?"
Silence followed until she felt large fingers untie the knot behind her head. She blinked, adjusting to the light and closed her eyes suddenly, the air burning them. She let the tears soak her eyes and blinked several times. She'd worked in mines before, her eyes would adjust.
She looked up and was actually amazed at what she saw. Sitting ahead of her on a dark, metal looking thrown was a mountain of pure flesh. There was a head that either had no neck or was buried underneath at least five rolls. The head was so fat that the mouth was hard to find and the eyes were almost buried. The body was a sack of skin with mounds and rolls all over. The breasts on this thing each was the size of a human torso and his arms were long enough to be a small man. She wondered if it could lift them. Its stomach was a small house with just roll of fat and she could tell it had a behind solely for the fact that there were two large globes jutting out from it. The only thing that hinted it had legs were from the large feet barely showing behind the stomach.
"So that's how you turn a Methant into a human," she laughed.
The thing stared down at her motioned his head to the side.
"That can't be good."
The lights went out.
(more to come soon)
Space Adventures of Kezia Fallah
by Jujuspice93
by Jujuspice93
Part 1
Kezia woke with a start and struggled against the chains. The blindfold over her eyes was musty, she could tell that first. She knew she was in a cargo ship from the bangs and screeches of the boxes around here, that and the pilot sucked. She could tell it was either old or from a pretty crummy planet to begin with. Her blaster had been stolen and she was kneeling with her hands hanging from the ceiling. The cuffs maybe four millimeters thick made out of steel. Not top of the line, but she wasn't exactly a hard catch once in chains. They obviously knew they were dealing with a hunter and a merc, her lock pick set had been taken off, her survival bag taken off her belt, and her hidden knife in her boot was gone. She could tell she'd been searched from the way her skin tight met armor felt against her skin.
It was rank too. The whole place made her gag. Years of hiding out on the rim and working the fields gave her tolerance, but to anyone else they'd have thrown up a lung by now. The air was thick - either some alien scum from a low level or outer rim planet. She could feel it sticking up her pores. God she wanted a bath.
Bath! Bath and Kist! Her navigator and muscle. Kist could take care of himself, he was the toughest thing she knew next to a Holsentian Clostek. There's no way in hell these guys could have taken him. Bath, though, Bath was new meat fresh from the mines but he'd spent so long in the darkness of the mines that he could tell anywhere. Best damn navigator she ever had.
Jax. Jax would be alright. They'd been together forever. He'd probably escaped by the scruff of his neck, the little jugger. Kez smiled at the thought, but stopped reminiscing as soon as the ship jolted heavily.
Landed, she thought with a smirk. She heard heavy footfall and felt the vibrations in the steel. Maybe 600 glacks at the most. Still a fairly sized being. She sighed and waited till the chains were picked up, most likely by tools, and she was hoisted into a carrying cell. Still with the blindfold, she waited as the prison safeguard box was carried to her new holding cell. Suddenly she felt herself shift until she was standing and hit the ground hard. She knew her knees would give her hell for this.
The door was pulled open and the tools locked around the cuffs. She was thrown out of the box and instantly wished she was back in it. She knew exactly where she was from the moment the scent hit her. Methatra.
Methatra had been an outkast planet made for prisoners to go settle. Only problem was the methane gas that leaked out of the pores around the planet. Large geizures emitting enough to melt an atmosphere. Officials in the Universal Republic were sure no one could survive here. Then they sent a genetic engineer who had done research on live organisms. Genius really. Now it was a planet loaded with psychopathic freaks and the folklore was there was some king here who had been genetically modified from being a Methant to human, hence the name Methatra. Only problem being Methants are as big as houses and how a human could stand being that big always made her wonder. Well, she got to find out now.
She finally stopped trying to equalize her body to stability whens he heard the outburst of horrendous laughter. It sounded like wild beasts at a luncheon. Squeals and thunder, pigs and roars. It made her laugh at her situation. Then it all stopped and she heard a deep murmur that even rattled inside of her. It had to be the king.
It laughed deeply and gasped for breath. She was wondering if it was a good thing she couldn't see at this point.
"Kezia Fallah."
Well, she could skip the introductions.
"Hey your lordship."
It laughed again, that disgusting, gargled laugh. She decided to poke at it. What harm could it do?
"You mind opening a vent? It's getting hard to breathe."
It laughed again. The thing must have a great sense of humor.
"They said you babbled a lot. A common trait amongst prisoners."
"Or extreme boredom."
It stopped suddenly. That got its attention alright, she mused.
She felt a thick hand slug her chin and she was thrown to one side. She probably would have hit the ground had the tools not been holding her up. She spit out the bit of blood she felt on her tongue.
"Don't we know how to hold a classy event," she said as she straightened herself up, "Honestly, laughing at the guest, keeping them blindfolded, hitting them? No one ever teach you manners?"
She got slugged again. This time from the other side, only they purposely held her up. "Thanks," she said in the general direction of her holder.
She looked back to where she thought the thing would be sitting.
"How about we properly introduce one another?"
Silence followed until she felt large fingers untie the knot behind her head. She blinked, adjusting to the light and closed her eyes suddenly, the air burning them. She let the tears soak her eyes and blinked several times. She'd worked in mines before, her eyes would adjust.
She looked up and was actually amazed at what she saw. Sitting ahead of her on a dark, metal looking thrown was a mountain of pure flesh. There was a head that either had no neck or was buried underneath at least five rolls. The head was so fat that the mouth was hard to find and the eyes were almost buried. The body was a sack of skin with mounds and rolls all over. The breasts on this thing each was the size of a human torso and his arms were long enough to be a small man. She wondered if it could lift them. Its stomach was a small house with just roll of fat and she could tell it had a behind solely for the fact that there were two large globes jutting out from it. The only thing that hinted it had legs were from the large feet barely showing behind the stomach.
"So that's how you turn a Methant into a human," she laughed.
The thing stared down at her motioned his head to the side.
"That can't be good."
The lights went out.
(more to come soon)
