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Greggor looked into her eyes as she swallowed his cum, the warm liquid sliding down her throat before settling in her stomach, warm all the way down. "Very good..." He said with a smile, wanting her to know that she had pleased him. He knew that he could be a bit... demanding when he was excited, but now he felt much more relaxed, and wanted to make sure she knew she had done a good job. "That said, practice is always important." He said with a smile, watching as she made her way over to the bed and basically collapsed onto it.

He had intended to fuck her after she had swallowed his load, his cock still hard and eager for more... but for now it seemed he had tired out his little elf... so instead he just got in bed beside her, wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her close. "Sleep well my little elf..." He whispered softly, his fingers stroking her hair affectionately. "Tomorrow is a brand new day..." He said, closing his eyes as he held her close. Tomorrow he would be able to show her just how useful he could be to her, show her his real value... but for now he needed rest. Closing his eyes he eventually drifted off to sleep, holding her small body close to his in the dim firelight.

When she would awake next morning it would be in Greggor's strong arms, having held her through the night. Sunlight shone through the windows, evidently they had slept in a bit, which was probably something they both needed. The large orc looked less intimidating in his sleep... almost peaceful, the way his face was relaxed, a small smile visible. His muscular body loosely held hers, his scars more visible now in the light of day than they had been the night before... and if she looked lower she could probably guess what he was dreaming about, if the smile on his face hadn't given that away already. Even in his sleep he was hard as a rock, his length towering intimidatingly in front of him. He groaned, stretching slightly as he released her from his hold.

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Myra examined him for a long moment, taking in the sight of his obvious arousal. Men were fascinating, no matter the species. Even asleep, their bodies knew what they wanted. And it made sense that his mind would be replaying what had transpired mere hours before between them. But, as much as she would have liked too, they didn't have time to indulge. There was a lot that needed to be done. They had to build a fence, chop more wood, go hunting for food, and she had to save the veggies in her garden before some vermin came along and destroyed them. But later... later when they were alone once more and had bathed the sweat from the day off, no doubt sitting on his gift of a bear pelt... then she would let him show her how to practice more.

Gently, she eased free from his hold once it had loosened up enough and set her feet on the floor. Gingerly, she stood and made her way to the small water pump in the corner, spilling just enough out to wash her face and body with. She smelled of him and still tasted him faintly on her tongue.

Humming softly, the small elf got herself a cup of tea then made her way outside. The sun was warm as it caressed her naked skin. She had a moment, and way out here there was no reason to put on clothing just yet. She wanted to savor it for just a bit. Hearing noise behind her, she turned her head some and smiled. "You're awake? Do you want tea and some oats? Or... do Orcs eat something else? I am afraid I didn't learn as much about your daily habits as I could have."

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When Greggor awoke, he let out a groan, stretching after what he could consider a very good nights sleep. He felt very relaxed, no doubt in part due to his new partners rather... intimate touch. He got out of bed, curious as to where said partner had gone, but it didn't take him long to find her. Stepping outside naked as the day he was born, still sporting a fairly impressive erection that he obviously didn't feel the need to hide. "Mmm... orcs can eat basically anything elves can... although we do tend to have a lot of meat in our diets." He said, hunting being one of the many professions the orcs excelled at. They had never gotten into farming, sure they gathered wild fruits and vegetables, but the idea to purposefully set up a farm to produce those items on mass simply hadn't occurred to them until meeting the elves, who had used such methods for a very long time.

He walked up beside her, his large, rough hand resting on her shoulder gently as he looked out at the morning sun, envisioning the potential for the day. "What should I get started on first?" He asked, clearly ready to get to work. He wanted to show her his worth, to demonstrate that she wouldn't just be providing him with food and sex their entire relationship without receiving anything but gratitude and a stomach full of cum. He was eager to show her what he could do, to be a good partner to her.

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Myra peered up at him and smiled faintly before looking back across the vast land their small home occupied. "I think starting on the fence would be a good idea. Which means wood chopping to get the supplies. It will also give us fire wood. Then, if there is time, perhaps a bit of hunting. The nearest town is about an hours walk or so. Anything else you might require can be gotten from there. While you do that, I will start pulling what plants are ready. I don't want rabbits to get anything, though once the fence is built that should keep them out."

She took his hand and squeezed it gently. "I should be fine while you are gone." Letting him go, Myra made her way back inside, humming softly as she found a light dress to wear for the day. It was short enough to keep her cool as the day got progressively warmer and would allow her to work in the garden without much worry. She trusted the orc with the tasks she had asked of him and had no doubt he would perform them to the best of his abilities.

Dressed and gripping her supplies, she made her way into the back of her home, where a bit of the land had been converted to serve as a secondary food source. A cat that had taken to wandering the wilderness sat on a clump of earth and greeted her accordingly when she approached. Smiling, she patted the creatures head. "I agree. It is a nice day. But the evening is going to be even more interesting, dare I say. We shall see what it brings when my new friend decides what he wishes to teach me next." The cat meowed before settling, content to laze in the sun while Myra got to work.

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The orc smiled, remembering how she had requested a fence earlier, something to keep them safe from the outside world, and of course to keep any wild animals from making their new house a home for themselves. "You leave it to me, I will make sure nothing can get through that we don't want through." He said, turning back to get his robes. They already had an axe, but it wasn't exactly... orc sized... so he decided his first step was to head into town and buy a new one that would allow him to get more done much quicker. He made the trip there and back in about an hour and a half, returning with the kind of axe usually used for warfare instead of chopping trees.

Greggor then put himself to work, starting on the trees close to their home and working outwards in a circle, chopping down trees and hauling them to the front of the house and chopping them into fifteen foot poles, sinking them into three foot holes to create a twelve foot tall support beams. The support beams were placed two by two, enough room between the two to fit the width of a log snugly between them. He worked tirelessly, as if he were some sort of living machine... There was a reason that other races used captured orcs as slave labor, they were built like walls of muscle, practically made for this sort of work.

Greggor refused to stop, only taking a short break to eat lunch before getting right back to work. He wanted to show he was capable of taking care of her, of working hard for her. Needless to say he was quite sore by the time he finally called it a day, having managed to complete about one third of the fence... although in all honesty it was more a wall than anything else, the kind of structure meant to keep out enemy invaders, not just a stray wolf or a few bandits. He had copied the same design used by orcs outside of their military barracks. He made his way back inside, collapsing on the bed for a moment to catch his breath, probably overdoing it a bit in his efforts to show off.

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Myra glanced up when he finally trudged inside, having been washing some carrots to use with the last bit of rabbit.She peered out of the kitchen window, curious and smiled faintly when she took note of his progress. "It is coming along nicely Greggor. A bit more... mmh... intense then I pictured but I sense it will keep anything bad out." Tossing both the meat and vegetables into a pot, she let it sit to marinate before making her way over to him.

Gently, the small elf eased down onto the bed, her lithe fingers going to rest on his back. She pressed into the taught muscle, massaging where she suspected it hurt the worst on him. Leaning forward some, she kissed the side of his jaw lovingly. "You were quite the hard worker. Already one day in. Tomorrow we will have to get more food. Meat at least. Perhaps a few more spices to keep things... interesting,hmm?" She bit him, putting just the barest amount of pressure down on the junction of his neck where it met his shoulder. A soft chuckle left her.

"I'll make a list." Pulling from him, Myra slid from the bed and returned to the pot, tugging it off the counter and over to the hearth, where she put it up to be heated and cooked. "For now though, you should get in the tub. You're covered in sweat and it may ease the aches. There's also a storm coming. I could smell it.. It'll make doing things a bit harder but we will manage."

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Greggor took her use of the term intense as a complement, rather proud of his craftsmanship on the wall thus far. As she started to massage his back he let out a pleased groan, finding her small hands quite pleasant on his sore muscles. All too soon she was gone, putting a pot over the fire to cook. Greggor got up, walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging firmly with his strong, powerful hands. "I think I know how you can help me relax and ease my aches... why don't you join me?" He suggested, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck affectionately from behind, wrapping his arms around her. "It will take a while for the stew to cook... and I'm sure you could reach my back better than I could... my muscles make it difficult to reach at that angle." He said with a grin, flexing a little to put said muscles on display.

Without a word he started to undress her, large hands massaging her, groping her breasts with one hand while the other continued its work. "What do you think my naughty little elf?... Do you think you could help me?..." He asked, breath warm against the back of her neck, his lips making a trail up the side of her neck before his lips gently started to tease her sensitive ear.

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Her cheeks flushed warmly as she gripped the edges of her dress before it could slip any further over her hips and pool around her bare feet. Her head tilted ever so slightly to allow him a subtle amount of access to her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Slowly, she nodded in response to his question, blue eyes downcast. "Of course",she murmured softly, still mildly uncertain on how to respond exactly to his advances. It was new, and exciting honestly. She really wanted to disappoint him about as much as he did her.

Myra could feel his fingers coaxing her to release her hold on her clothes and finally allowed the soft white fabric to fall completely, leaving her entirely naked and at his hands mercy. "Why don't you go warm the water while I make sure nothing burns in the pot? I would hate for anything to blacken too far." It was the last bit of their food until tomorrow after all. Taking his hand in her own, she brought it up to press against her cheek in reassurance. Whether for him or herself, however, she wasn't sure. Releasing it, the little elf gave him a gentle nudge towards the bath.

"I do appreciate your work on the fence though. While you were gone a small caravan passed through. They didn't have anything I needed sadly, but... they did mention a slight concern with some bandits posing as travelers." While she had no doubt Greggor's presence alone would be enough to deter anyone from trying to harm her or their home, she would need that small bit of barrier between herself and them if he ever left her alone and they happened to come along. "Perhaps I should take heed of the way Orcs do things and incorporate them into my own life, much like you have with things elves have taught. You all are practically born with a sword in hand. And perhaps... you might teach me to fight a bit more? Nothing intense but... would you not feel better knowing I could handle myself when you are not here?"

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Greggor smiled as she told him to get the bath ready, more than happy to do so. It gave him a chance to admire her naked form as he got things set up, eyes moving over her soft, smooth body. It wasn't long till he was also out of his clothes as well, listening to her tale of the traders and her request to learn how to fight. He looked at her, considering it. "Of course, I would be more than happy to teach you how to fight." He said, smiling at her confidently. "Although I don't think starting with a sword would be best... daggers would be far more effective until you've built up the muscle to swing a sword correctly." He said, thinking that they would be fairly easy to hide on her person... unlike him, any men that came calling would probably try to take advantage of her first, not going straight in for the kill... this would leave them open to attack, giving her a chance to inflict a fatal blow before the fight even started.

Once she was finished with the food, he took her hand and guided her back to the tub, sinking into the warm water with a sigh of relief. "You were right... this does feel good." He said, smiling at her as he sank into the water. He had been working hard, and it showed, his muscles strongly defined against his skin, a testament to his incredible strength. "Although that does make me wonder... once I've taught you how to fight and be strong... what need will you have of me?" He asked with a playful grin.

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Myra let out a soft laugh, finding a cloth and dipping it into the water before turning her attention to his body, running it along his chest in a gentle, fluid motion. "I would think I would have much use of you still. Learning to fight is not even apart of my teachings. If anything... I would think our men would rather have a woman who would not know how. It would make us rely on them more." She started at his face, working the cloth in gentle circles along his cheeks and jaw before moving down to his neck and collarbone, admiring the definition. "I won't say my people are a perfect sort... we aren't. We have flaws,just like any other race."

The cloth dipped again, then went up to his chest, continuing its path of light circular motions, almost absentmindedly as her thoughts wandered for a moment. Yes... they had flaws. It often got tired being one of the only races everyone expected perfection from.

Her mind seemed to recall where she was, as the cloth had paused briefly, before she finally blinked then glanced up at him and offering a smile. "Sorry... I got... distracted for a moment. I just recall all the things I was told growing up. The things concerning this... us. Don't fall in love with the Orc. Treat this as practice. What happens to the ones who do fall in love? What happens to them?" She shifted her attention to his stomach, mildly aware such thoughts were dangerous, and should anyone beyond him hear them, she would have no doubt been condemned in some way.

"I don't mean to seem troublesome but it seems wrong to punish someone for who they feel their heart should-" She paused, hearing a scratching sound at the door. An animal no doubt, looking for food and smelling the cooking rabbit in the pot. It would go away on its own... and with distraction, went her thought on the matter.

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Greggor listened to her as she caressed him with the cloth, letting out a soft sigh as she slowly drifted lower. He gave her words some thought, considering the question. "Well... I personally don't see why it's anyone else's business what people do behind closed doors. It isn't common enough that the elves or the orcs are by any means in danger of dwindling due to lack of reproduction." He said, knowing that the system in place worked quite well most of the time, and that an elf falling for an orc was rather rare. Sure, bonds were formed, but usually more along the lines of a deep friendship than anything else.

When she got distracted by a woodland creature scratching at the door Greggor reached down and picked her up, guiding her onto his lap, her thighs on either side of him. She could feel his thick, impressive cock pressing against her lower lips, sliding her up and down his aching length in slow, deliberate motions. "You know, as much as I enjoyed having you suck my cock the other night, it occurs to me that you didn't get to experience a release yourself..." He said, raking his fingers through her hair, guiding her to look him in the eyes. "I think its about time I show you what this cock can really do... don't you Myra?" He asked, knowing she had been a bit nervous the night before, but had quickly gotten into the swing of things once they had gotten started. He wanted to claim her, as he rightfully should... she was his partner, and he wanted nothing more than to make her his in every way possible.

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Myra made a soft sound as he pressed her down, feeling the thick cock spread her much tighter entrance wide. It hurt and she squirmed against him for a moment, hands curled into fists as she pressed them and her face against his damp chest. She listened to his voice instead, focusing on his words until the discomfort dissipated and all that was left was a dull ache of pleasure. Inhaling shakily, she finally let him pull her face away to peer up at him through her bangs. "Ah... y... yes. Of... of course... anything you want Greggor. Anything..."

If he wanted to pleasure her, she was not going to stop him. If he wanted her to please him... she wouldn't stop him. Short of murdering someone, she would have done anything the Orc asked of her, if it meant it pleased him. Her lower lip quivered slightly as he forced her up and down his shaft at a steady, comfortable pace for her.

Her breath caught in her chest, and for a moment, she was focused only on him, oblivious to whatever creature was beyond her door, most likely having given up. There was just him... and her... and the desperate need to fill the aching feeling she had between her thighs at the moment. She'd never had a release of her own. Her head fell back some, lips parted, eyes half closed. "Aaah..."

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Greggor groaned at the sensation of her tight little pussy stretching around his thick cock, filling her completely with every downward thrust, the blunt head of his cock nuzzling against her cervix, even with a few inches to spare. He kept the rythm slow and deep for now, enjoying the sensation of her so close... it was a rather intimate moment, being inside her for the first time. He looked into her eyes, seeing the initial discomfort starting to slowly fade, and the pleasure of having him inside of her started to rise.

"You have the sweetest little cunt Myra... so perfect... like it was made for me..." He whispered in her ear, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck passionately as he claimed her body for the very first time. "I'm looking forward to fucking you like this every night, and every day... I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, my naughty little elf..." He said, his words an intimate promise between the two of them. He leaned back to look into her eyes, letting out a long moan of pleasure as he started to pick up the pace a little more, hands on her hips guiding her to ride his thick cock. She could see his muscles flex as pleasure shot through his body, the way her small body could bring such a titan of a man pleasure... she could probably bring him to his knees if she really wanted to.

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Myra shivered some at his words, feeling them fun heatedly along her skin as he whispered them against her ear and neck. His compliment concerning what lay between her legs made her bush faintly, the tips of her pointed ears turning red. "I... I am sure I am not the only one you have had. Let alone the best..." Her fingers tightened on his shoulder for a moment when he slid particularly deep into her, making her shudder and close her eyes as she held herself against him for a moment, trying to stall the undeniable desire she felt welling up in the pit of her belly. The pain was gone completely now... leaving her only with the drunk sensation of satisfaction and delight. Her arms went around his neck, burying her face against the hollow junction where his collar bone dipped ever so slightly before meeting his shoulder.

Drawing in a shallow, ragged breath, she waited until she was confident she wouldn't explode so soon. He felt too good... too... unreal almost. Nobody this ideal should have existed for her. It was somewhat terrifying and admittedly, deep down, Myra knew nobody was ever going to compare. Her husband could have been hung like a stallion and she already knew he would be nothing like her orc. She simply didn't understand how someone could have such an intimate relationship and then move on like it never happened.

"Mmh... G... Greggor... I... have a que... aaaah... question for you... but... when we are... are... oh!...at rest... that way our... m... minds can... focus..." Oh how she was losing what little she did have so quickly. His cock made her ache and desire for more.

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Greggor smiled at her insistence that she couldn't possibly be the best... it was true, she wasn't the first he had had, orcs not really having any hangups about sex before marriage or pair bonding... but he had to admit, Myra still was something different, something special... even for an elf. He loved how she reacted to his touch, how her body conformed to his, how she seemed to get lost in the pleasure he was giving her... she made him feel like a real man, and he wanted to show her that she was a real woman... more than capable of satisfying him.

He let out a small laugh when she tried to string a sentence together, having questions even in such a moment, a very elfish thing to do in his opinion. "There will be time for talk later, my sweet little elf... for now... just be mine..." He groaned, rough hands taking hold of her hips, starting to thrust into her harder, faster than before, really fucking her with his thick orcish cock. She could feel how desperate she was making him, feel his body tense with pleasure, his ragged groans filling the small cabin they called their home... all because of her. She was the one giving him this pleasure, she was the one who made him so hard and thick inside of her... no one else. In that moment, she was all that mattered to him, and she could feel it in the way he claimed her body, making her his in every sense of the word.

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She liked it. Myra liked knowing the reason she could feel his body tense up, feel his muscles strain some as his fingers tightened their grip on her hips, was because of her. She didn't really know why, but there was a mild pleasure involved. She shifted against him, her cheek pressing to his now as her body lifted and fell, riding him slowly. The water moved around them, the motion creating small waves that threatened to splash over the tubs edge and onto the floor.

Sweet lips parted into a soft O before she bit down on the bottom one, her hold on him never loosening. She tensed up for a brief second, then relaxed, having been feeling herself ready to crash but not wanting to... not yet. Another sigh left her instead, returning her head to his shoulder as her nails bit into his skin slightly. His little elf he kept calling her... she liked that too.

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Greggor loved the little sounds his elf made, his strong arms holding her close as he started to pump her harder, faster, the blunt head of his cock hammering into her cervix at the end of every thrust. "That's my little elf... squeeze me with that sweet little cunt..." He groaned in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel his one hand on her hip pumping her up and down, able to fuck her like she was some sort of sex toy since she was so light.

She could tell he was getting closer to his climax, the same telltale signs she had felt when she had taken him into her mouth the night before repeating, the way his cock pulsed inside of her, the way his body shook... until finally, with a rough groan, she felt him pump his load deep inside of her, thick ropes of hot cum shooting against the very end of her. He didn't stop fucking her, seeming intent on making her squeeze out every last drop she could take, bounding her up and down on his thick length, wanting to send her over the edge too.

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Her tiny gasps were probably music to her companions sharp ears. Every little bounce up then down sent a slight splash of water coursing out of the tub, wetting the wooden floor, but it was easily cleaned. Myra wasn't concerned by it, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as every pressing against her cervix sent her shudderingly closer to release. She hadn't ever even really thought it possible to feel this way. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, gripping on to him like she were at sea and he were her life line, keeping her afloat. She could feel his hands cupping her behind, guiding her up and down the slick erection. She'd never really considered her first time before. Other girls her age had giggled about it, imagining what it would feel like in their heads and sharing their fantasies. She had never been able to join them.

Her muscles tensed and eased, then tensed again, gripping him like a sheath gripped its sword. A shuddering exhale left her, but it was soon followed by a keening cry as finally, that heavy dam that had been keeping everything tucked inside broke and her sweet fluids washed over his cock. "Aaaaah, Greggor... oh..." A sigh whispered between her lips as she slumped against him, eyes half closed.


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''Attention. Now arriving at station 41, code named Purgatory. Prepare to disembark.'' The flight felt like it had taken an eternity. The artificial female voice announcing arrival had pulled her out of her thoughtful daze. She had spent the 48 hours of the trip deep in thought, thinking about what had led her there. She could hear her commander's voice every time she closed her eyes, berating her over a choice she made. It was a choice that had not been made lightly, but it was one she would make again, despite the loss of her fellow soldiers that it caused. It did, however, cost her much, including a reassignment to Purgatory on the edge of the system; to be forgotten, or so her superiors hoped. She could, theoretically, earn her position back, but it would take some work.

When the ship finally came to a stop, she picked up her bag and made her way through the corridors and out the ship. There were a number of others of various backgrounds with her, some there of their own will and others not so much. Each person was filed through the check point one at a time, flanked by heavily armed soldiers. When her turn came, she was scanned and checked just like everyone else while a second one looked over her identification. When finished, he handed it back to her. ''Enjoy your new assignment, Lt. Amita.'' She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere. Either way, she gathered up her bag and proceeded into the heart of the station.

At the first intersection after the checkpoint was a translucent hologram of human male welcoming people to the station. The hologram began to repeat the message and seemed to be on a continuous loop. Amita moved away from the intersection and over to a large window that looked out to the large blue ball that was the nearby ocean planet. It was certainly an impressive site. The light caused her tall, well built figure to be highlighted in a glow that made her darker skin stand out a bit. She really didn't know what to expect being there, but she was certain of one thing; she would find her way out of this place, no matter what it took. She was far too valuable to be benched for the rest of her career. She just needed to prove it.

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Corporal Sandy weaved her way through the station from Level A where the Furies were located. The brunette's assignment today was to be runner for the Duty Officer, which means she runs all of the Duty Officer's errands. It was a rather boring assignment, with long periods of standing and doing nothing. Unfortunately, this was her usual duty, or something equally as boring, like checking inventory. She trained with the rest of the unit for combat and front line duties, but whenever it came time for assignment, she was assigned to the office with another promise that when she had more experience, she would be allowed to leave the office and serve on the front lines. But today, she was runner and she had been sent to collect a new officer and get her settled into Purgatory before reporting to duty tomorrow.

Arriving at the arrival gate, Sandy found a pillar to stand next to and wait for the Starship to finish docking. She hoped this officer was looking forward to this posting, lately they have been getting sent the troublemakers. Fortunately, Commander Rur had a way of straightening out troublemakers and there was plenty of activity here to keep soldiers from getting bored, except those assigned office duty. With the Theocracy of Xenu on one border, the Goth'tog on another border and Zenith somewhere out there sending out their colony pods. This station was important, even though it was in the backwaters of the Federation and everyone else thought that being stationed here was an end to your career.

People started to disembark from the ship, Corporal Sandy activated her tablet, Lt Amita's name flashing on it as she held it over her head. They didn't get much news on Purgatory, it months for things that happened in the Federation proper to propagate to station 41. But she had been given an image of Lt Amita. Looking over the people disembarking, a mix of civilians of different races, she finally saw the tall, athletic Lt Amita. She quick stepped up to sexy officer and saluted, "Corporal Sandy at your service, Sir." She introduced herself to the tall woman, "I am assigned to help get you situated. I have been ordered to relay to you that tomorrow you will turn in your orders to the Commander and officially report in to duty." Standing at attention, she waited for a response from Lt Amita, the human woman was a bit taller than her and much fitter, too bad fraternization between ranks was discouraged.

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Amita had been lost in thought, staring the large blue ball, when she was finally brought back to reality by a voice behind her. She turned around and looked over the shorter woman that was currently saluting her. She looked rather young and cute with an appropriate amount of curves. After a few moments of silence, she finally gave her a somewhat half hearted salute back. She still wasn't exactly thrilled to be there, but she wasn't going to take that out on her. "At ease, Corporal." With that out of the way, she relaxed and shifted her weight onto one leg, casually hooking her thumb in her belt. "While you show me to my quarters, maybe you can answer a few questions for me."

Amita reached up and tightened the bandanna around her head before following Sandy when she was ready, looking over the station in the process, trying to memorize what she could. "What are your duties here, soldier? Have you been stationed here long? Can you tell me anything about life out here? Aside from the recorded propaganda the holograms spit. What should I know about the ranking Commander here?" She had a lot of questions and the rapid fire of them probably wasn't making things easier. She didn't want to go into things blind. She wasn't sure if Sandy would have all the answers, but anything would at least give her something to start with. Plus, the more soldiers she could get into good graces with, the better off she would be.

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Sandy was a bit surprised at how relaxed Lt Amita was, her salute was half hearted and her stance was non-military. Most lieutenants that she had encountered still had the spit and polish on them from the Academy, Lt Amita was behaving more like a very experienced officer. As she released from attention, she nodded and smiled at the Lt. "I will do my best to answer your questions, sir." She turned to lead the tall woman as she started pointing out important places in the station when she got hit with rapid fire questions.

"Umm... well, Lt, my duties are generally in the office," she informed the sexy officer as they walked towards the lifts to A ring, "I have been here for 8 months and shipped her directly from Training." She looked a little uncomfortable as she revealed how little experience she actually has, being regulated to office duty. "i am looking forward to getting out into the field soon," the young soldier spoke hopefully.

"Life out here is pretty quiet, we have miners and researchers mainly, with freighter crews visiting with supplies and take away ore," Sandy shrugged, jiggling her large, firm breasts. "There isn't much entertainment, the planets are great for researchers and miners, but not great vacation spots. We constantly have people on escort duty to protect the researchers from the fauna and flora, plants down there will eat a person. The miners can get rather rowdy when they come up to the station for a break from the mines, but we don't have to deal with that, the station peacekeepers keep the peace on the station."

She lead them into a lift as she punched the button for Level A, looking around cautiously, "Um... the Commander is great, very fair and rewards you for doing your job right, teaches you when you make a mistake instead of punishing you." She bites her lower lip nervously glad that they are alone in the lift, "but, she umm... doesn't believe that humans belong in combat." She admitted to her fellow human. She did like the Commander, except for the overprotectiveness of her and her fellow humans, "Humans that are assigned to the field, are always assigned to the safest missions," she smiled encouragingly, "but besides that she is a great commander." She didn't really want to speak bad about the Commander, but a fellow human deserved to know the truth.

The lift beeps to indicate the two woman are on the proper floor as the door opens. As soon as the door opens, Sandy smiled at the Lt. dropping the subject about the Commander, "This is where the Furies bunk, your room is down this way, Lt Amita," leading the new officer to a room and pulled out a key card to open the door and then hand the key card to the raven haired officer.

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Amita was self-aware enough to know she probably seemed a little off. She used to be the good soldier, saluting with heart and the strong conviction expected of her. She had grown up on a colony world and joined the military for structure and stability. As time went on though, she saw and experienced more than any person should. Her promotion to special operations saw her renew her love for her work, but that kind of work drained a person. Granted that didn't really explain the decision she made that had her end up there, but she never explained her thought process. A part of her was glad to be away, yes, but she felt she had to go back. She didn't know who she was exactly without her work.

She walked behind Sandy, her eyes occasionally wandering down to the woman's backside in between her observations of the station. It was somewhat busy for a more frontier station, an assortment of humans and aliens of a number of different species. During their walk, Amita listened to Sandy describe herself and her duties, as well as life aboard the station. She wasn't sure what she was expecting. She hadn't said much so far, but hearing about the Commander caught her attention with a raised eyebrow. "She doesn't think much of humans?" She had to guess this Commander was an alien. She didn't have anything against them, except the ones that looked down humans. "Guess I'll have to be changing that attitude." She sounded awfully sure of herself. It was just her nature. She didn't really have a plan or anything. She would have to meet the Commander first, which probably wouldn't be happening until tomorrow.

Getting off the lift, the section they arrived at was much quieter with a lot less activity. These were crew quarters, after all, despite being the military ones. Following the Corporal into the room, she accepted the key card and set her bag down, looking around the room for a moment. It was bigger than she had expected with a lot of room, a private washroom attached, along with a large bed beside an even larger window that looked out over a nearby planet. She even managed to let out an amused chuckle. "Well now, I was expecting something far more cramped. Better than my last post, at least."

After a minute or two of inspecting the place, she moved over to the window and looked out over the black expanse and the plant's surface. Her eyes shifted and could see the Corporal's reflection in the anti-compression glass. She actually smiled a moment. "I appreciate the assistance, Corporal. I look forward to working with you. Interested in helping me test out the bed?" It would be very difficult to tell if she was kidding or not. The smirk that reflected in the glass didn't help matters. It also seemed rather forward for someone they just met. At worst, one could call it testing the waters.

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Corporal Sandy waited until they were in Lt Amita's apartment before she decided to clarify what the Commander thinks of humans, "Well, I am not sure that Commander Rar doesn't think much of humans, she has had a relationship with a human woman before and she sleeps with them all the time." The brunette soldier shared with the human woman next to her. "I think more that she doesn't think they belong in combat," she tried to clarify to the tall officer.

Looking over the apartment, she whistled quietly, "Yeah, this is pretty swank, especially compared to enlisted barracks." She walked over to the window to stand next to Amita, leaning against it to look down on the planet as she unconsciously pushed her firm, wide hips outward, stretching her pants tight against her firm backside as well as giving Lt Amita an excellent profile of her toned, curvy body. "I heard that Commander Rar took care of her officers and that the officer quarters were good, but this is better than I thought."

She blinked in surprise as the tall sexy officer out right asked her to test out the bed. She bite her lower lip consideringly, fraternization was discouraged between soldiers and especially between an officer and enlisted, but the Lt hadn't reported in to the Commander yet, she wasn't officially part of the unit yet. She let her gaze run up and down the Lt's toned body, full breasts as she got a very coy look on her face. "You know fraternization is discouraged between officers and enlisted?" She asked needlessly, but with a teasing lilt to her voice. She brought a hand up and her fingers played with the top button of her blouse, popping it free and opening her shirt a little bit. "You would probably get in more trouble than me," she purred as she was definitely not turning the woman down, but feeling out if she was really serious.

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In truth, Amita hadn't really expected Sandy to agree. If anything, she had expected to get lectured on policy and maybe even be accused of harassment. It wouldn't have been the first time. There had never been any formal charges. She wasn't a bad person, after all, despite the body count attached to her file. When Sandy didn't immediately protest though, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows a bit. She watched her in the glass, the look the woman gave spoke far more than expected. Her eyes drifted lower as the woman undid the top button of her shirt. Her smile widened a bit. "To be fair, policy states 'fraternization' should be avoided between those within the same unit. Technically, I'm not in your unit. Not yet anyway."

Amita finally reached over and placed her hand on the back of Sandy's neck, pushing her forward against the window. She moved behind the woman, pressing her strong body against Sandy's. "While I appreciate you concerning yourself over how much trouble I'll get in, it won't be a problem if we don't tell anyone." Her left hand came around and opened the remaining buttons on her shirt, each one releasing with a soft pop. Her right hand slid around her waist and skillfully undid the woman's belt before slipping her hand down the front of her pants. As she pressed forward, Sandy would be able to feel Amita's growing bulge through her pants pressing against her ass. Her lips placed soft kisses against the back and side of her neck. "Don't worry, Corporal. I won't leave you regretting this."

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Sandy grinned as Lt Amita clarified the rule even more, "Yet, so we better take advantage, while we can," the brunette purred only to gasp as the tall raven haired woman placed her hand on the back of her head and suddenly pressed her against the window firmly. She was shocked at how aggressive the woman moved as she pressed against the corporal's back, pinning her against the window. She gasped as one hand worked at her top, opening it up and exposing her tight, sports bra that was keeping her large bosom contained. Squirming hotly as the hand worked at her breasts and the Lieutenant's other hand started working at her belt.

"aaah... welll... it mmm... is aaahhh... yessss," the brunette tried to say something witty, only for her eyes to roll up into her head as one of Amita's hands reached into her pants and cupped her mound.  Suddenly Amita's hips pressed against her toned asscheeks, pinning her hips to the window with a hand down her pants as she felt a growing bulge, her eyes widening in surprised. "aahah... what... you are a Fioreee??"  She gasped as she was pinned against the wall, squirming hotly as if to escape but more grinding her ass cheeks against that growing bulge. She bite her pouty lower lip nervously as she felt that bulge, she wasn't expecting a Fiore and had never been with one. She had heard rumors that they were big, but they couldn't be too much bigger than normal men, right? She tried to convince herself as her hands were pressed flat against the window as she was pinned there, hands groping her firm breasts through her sports bra as a hand pressed against her mound and a growing bulge was grinding against her ass.


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Rose would have never seen Bruce walking about the home, he was below it gearing up for his nightly routine. However Alfred wandered about the manor, doing odds and ends around the building including laundry and prepping meals for the next day. The house itself was massive, four stories tall and so wide that one could get lost in it if they didn't know the layout well. The majority of the first floor was for holding parties aside from a small private library, an office, kitchen and a room for working out. The second floor housed all of the bedrooms and the bathrooms. The third floor had a mix of all sorts of rooms from dens and a dining hall to a full gym and the master bedroom while the final floor was a simple attic.

Bruce stood at a large computer, sliding on his gauntlets and making sure his fingers were tight in his gloves. "Alfred, stay near the clock tonight, there might be a woman lurking about the manor while I'm gone." Bruce warned Alfred as he slipped his mask on and made his way towards the black Batmobile that was parked on a rotating platform with a large stretch of pavement that would lead to a hidden trap door deep in the city. He jumped into the car and a moment later it roared to life only for the engine to cut off. The Batman got out of the car walked to an elevator that would take him to the attic. "On second thought, why don't you take the night off, go see a movie or something."

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Rose started looking for open windows, and finally found one on the second floor in some random room. Taking a second to let her arms stretch she started to look around. She wasn't too worried. She had a light step and she only saw his old butler. If either were on the upper floors she'd be able to avoid them easily. Looking at how nice the best was she rolled her eyes and tried to push down that little bit of jealous she felt.

The second floor was entirely boring. Nothing but rooms and bathrooms. Though there was one shower she was into... the third floor was nothing like she'd thought it would look either. She couldn't find any real paperwork, nothing truly personal. Almost too bored she walked up to the floor floor. "How many rooms does one man need?" She muttered to herself. Opening a door she walking into the attic. She furrowed her brows a bit and walked in. She didn't bother turning on any lights, but she did want to see what fun little secrets it might've had. Rose started to hum one of the songs she'd danced to just a few hours before and tip toed around.

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The Batman watched Rose step up into the attic from a perch in the rafters of the house. It was dark, dangerously so and yet she didn't seem to turn on any lights. That would be her mistake. The Dark Knight silently moved along the rafters, watching Rose slink around like she was dancing, using her humming to mask the sound of his own movements the Batman moved in above the woman and dropped down in front of her.

His large figure fell to the ground in a three point stance and slowly rose up to his full height that seemed to tower over her. "Took you longer than I thought to target Wayne." He growled and his arm shot out and his hand wrapped around Rose's slender neck tightly. His fingers tensed around her neck just hard enough to show that he wasn't having any of her shit this time and he took a step forward while trying to force her back.

"You're going to prison for a long time Red." He warned the woman, glaring into her beautiful eyes. "Don't put up a fight and this will end quickly." His hand reached into the back of his belt and pulled a pair of metal cuffs from a pouch while he kept a firm grip on her neck.

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Rose screamed and jumped back when the body fell in front of her. Reaching back she grabbed as a knife and steadied herself. Though, that didn't last long. As the figure stood up, she felt her body go cold. Why was he here?! She was not prepared for him at all. Though, as it turned out, that was his plan all along. Feeling foolish for targeting such an easy bait Rose held her breath and shook her head. His hand reached at her throat and grabbed her much quicker than she was expecting. Rose's hands dropped her knife and went to his hand to try and pull him off, but only struggled herself.

She had to think fast. Seeing the cuffs Rose forced herself to breath and embrace her Red side a little more. "Mmm.. fun." She said. His grip was tighter than she liked for this sort of a thing, but she could roll with it. "I sort of figured a man who dressed in all black and drove a badass car would be into this." she winked at him. "You went through all of this, just to ask for a date? I'm so flattered. I'm not one for metal myself, but I can settle for it."

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The Batman froze in place for a moment when Rose called his choking and the cuffs fun. It was almost like the sight of the cuffs and feel of his hand on her turned her on. He shook his head for a moment, women had tried this tactic with him in the past and it had only worked once. "If I wanted to date a criminal I'd date the one with the whip and latex." He responded and twisted his body, pushing Rose into a support beam.

With her pressed against the beam his grip loosened just a bit. "Hands behind the beam." He ordered her while stepping up closer to her so that he was nearly pressed against the slightly curvy woman. His eyes moved up and down her body looking for any other knives she might try to pull on him but she might have mistaken it for him checking her out. "Why target Wayne?" He asked giving her a moment to comply to his demand.

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Rose laughed a bit as he pushed her back, seeing she touched a nerve. That belt he was wearing was sure to have all sorts of fun toys. For now, she'd settle with the cuffs. Pressed to the beam Rose smiled at him a bit. "Oh come on Daddy Bats, you've never thought of it just once? Where you were the one with the whip?" She licked her lips a bit. "You seem like you'd be such a fun time. I can see it now. Daddy Bats, forcing poor little ol' me to my knees..." she let the sentence echo into the air. She just need time to distract him. Just a small moment of him looking away and she could grab it and run...

His question made her tilt her head a bit. "Why? Because all the rich men do in this City is rape innocent women, and get away with it. And even make their life worse. And then their stuck, kept down to be nothing." there was a serious hate in her tone the more she spoke. Her own nerves having been touched. Her hands loosened up on his one and slowly caressed up and down his arm. "Do you really want me talking about some other man Daddy Bats?" Rose bit her lip. For some reason, she found herself having a little too much fun with this.

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The Bat found himself unnerved by her actions, the way her tongue dragged over her red lips and the way she called him daddy made the man behind the mask fight off a shudder but he was sure she could feel his grip loosen at the action. He had thought about making her get onto her knees before he pushed her against the beam, figuring she would try some sort of seduction. "Stop." Bruce growled.

"Did he rape you? Did he hurt you?" the caped man asked, if she had taken a better route he would have helped her, would have let her attack without helping others but she was killing people and getting a little too aggressive with her actions. He pressed fully against her and started to grab for one of her arms when her hand reached up and caressed his large arm sensually. His body started to relax while he watched her bite her lower lip. His lip quivered and he stopped moving for her arm. How long had it been? He couldn't remember but she was starting to get under his skin.

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Rose felt her heart race the second he said to stop. He was still a man. But his question bothered her. No. He hadn't. "Not tonight anyway. But I'm sure there have been others since he wasn't afraid to blackmail me for his two bit political monkey." she growled a bit. His body pressed against her and she only let out a small, sound. It was almost too quiet to hear.

He'd slowed down, she watched as his eyes flickered down in thought and smiled a bit. "That long?" She asked. Rose's hand reached out to his chin, making him softly look at her. She didn't understand what she was doing herself, she was too into the moment. "I can help you there." she said, her lips just barely touching his. Rose finally pressed her lips to his and lingered there for a moment. She felt a little confusion in the moment. She actually liked it. Rose leaned her head up towards his more and started to really kiss him, her fingers holding his jawline lightly.

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_Fuck..._ Bruce thought the moment Rose asked if had been that long since he had been with a woman. The man took a deep breath and let Rose move his gaze to look upon her beautiful face. He found himself lost in her eyes and lips and even started to take a step back, worried that he would do something stupid only for her to move in and kiss him lightly. He froze in place and let her kiss him. Her offer to 'help him' lingered in his mind until her full lips kissed him fully and deeply. His eyes fell shut and he kissed her back, slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth and lapping it along her own.

The Bat dropped the cuffs and slid a gloved hand behind her thigh and lifted it so he could press against her harder while wrapping her leg around his waist. It didn't take long for the Bat to start running his hand on her neck down the woman's side, feeling her curves to hold the beauties hip. As he ran out of air the Batman pulled his lips free from hers and took deep inhales of air while looking dead at her. Without a word the man started to kiss at her neck, nipping it with his teeth while loosing himself in the throws of passion.

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The second he accepted her kiss, Rose felt pure joy. A) It was working. B) She was actually wanting this. Even to her own surprise. She thought for a second, wondering herself when the last time she'd had sex was. She'd spent so much time killing and hating, and even working to even remember the act. It was all ready to burst now. Hearing the cuffs drop to the floor, Rose's hand found his arm, feeling it move to reach for her thigh. Her leg lifted around that and she took that as a moment to wrap her arm other arm around his shoulders and pull herself up so that he was holding her to the wall.

When he pulled back, she could see that he was panting and enjoying this as much as she was. They looked at each other for only a second before he finally caved and moved in on her neck with his mouth. Rose sighed and shivered in delight as her body tingled to his kisses and nibbles. She couldn't help but close her eyes and bit her lip while her arms held her up between him and the beam. She didn't need to say anything, he seemed to be thinking the same thing completely now. Her breathing was becoming heavier and more needy the more he kissed at her neck. Rose moved her head so that she could find his lips again, her passion growing so much stronger than she was ready for. She playful bit at his lip and pulled back to look at him, pure lust in her eyes. Forgetting everything else, but this moment.

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The Batman took deep breaths between biting Rose's neck and kissing it. He could feel his breath growing heavier and his body started to lust for Rose. The man found his mind swimming as she kissed him again and bit his lip. A moan turned into a grunt of aroused pain at her bite and he slowly let the woman down from her raised state. His face twisted with discomfort as he started to work around his armored suit. It was starting to get terribly tight and his arousal was clear in his tight suit.

Quickly Bruce started to press buttons on his suit that had the tight armor falling to pieces around him to leave him in a simple black body suit and his mask. His chest rose and fell with each breath and his body flexed hard for only a moment before he stepped in close to her again and cupped her sex with his still gloved fingers, pressing his palm against her and rubbing at her through her suit.

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When he put her down, Rose watched as he pressed a button, memorizing the dark location, something for later perhaps. But the moment it all felt, including the belt, she couldn't help but see his form in the dark, light by only the night. She admired it, seeing ever dip in his body and curve of a muscle. Even this curve in his crotch.

Pressed back against the beam once more, Rose let out a small moan as he grabbed at her. Her body instantly reacted to his hand as her own arousal started to get the better of her with each breath. Her hands moved to support herself, but only for a second before she moved to find buttons, a zipper, anything to get his damned suit off! Finding the seam in the back of his suit, Rose kissed him and pulled at the zipper and she felt it give way down his back. Rose let out a sound of want as her hands moved to pull the sleeves off of him so his suit was half off. Her hands touched at his arms and chest, enjoying it's warm and and strong texture.

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Soon enough Bruce found his body tensing under the sudden cold of his back being exposed to the chilly air in the attic. He moaned softly and pulled his hand away from her sex only to possessively cop a feel of her chest with each hand. She was more modest in the chest than many of the other women in Gotham but she still had plenty. The Batman took a step back, realizing he was half exposed and frowned at Rose.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage." He whispered while motioning to her still completely clothed body. He was ready to strip completely but wouldn't do it unless she did as well. "Eye for an eye right."

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Rose looked him up and down with a smirk on her face when he pulled away and called her out on her outfit. Her smirk changed into a devious sexy grin. "Oh I see, Daddy Bats makes the girl do all the work, and then she has to strip herself? Okay." she said, taking one strong step forward she pulled off her jacket, which had knives on the inside, making it drop heavily to the floor, then pulled her red undershirt off to show a simple red bra. She liked to match. She had no form of actual armor so old scars tattooed her torso and arms and showed how much of a past she really had.

Rose stood there, in only her bra and pants and looked at him. "Now we're almost even." she winked. Rose pulled his hands to her body and let herself in on an embrace to kiss at his own neck now. "I think it's your turn to take something off of me." she whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lob while her other hand rubbed at his erect groin.

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The Batman watched as Rose stepped forward and noticed how her heavy jacket fell to the ground with a clang, weapons for sure. His head twisted to watch her remove her top and admired her beautiful and marked body. They had at least one thing in common. The man moved in on her and found himself holding her tight as they continued to make out like teenagers discovering lust for the first time.

His body quaked against hers as Rose nibbled his earlobe and rubbed his groin, causing it to jump against her palm. The Batman took a step back and slid to his knees to unzip her tall boots and lift each of her feet out of them one by one then he slowly rolled her spandex pants down to the floor while keeping his eyes locked on hers.

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Rose smiled when Bruce knelt to remove her clothes. Who would've thought that she could being the Batman to his knees? Rose felt the cool night lick at her body and exposed skin. Biting her lip, Rose encouraged him to stand and pressed a hand on his chest to turn him and push him lightly back against the same beam he used on her. Her red lips kissed at his chest and made their way down his abs to his pelvic area, making her kneel to him now. Rose looked up at him as her fingers pulled at his suit, wanting more of it off.

Exposing him out to her, Rose smiled up at him. "Hmm... how lovely is that." she said as she kissed at his hip, leaving a red mark there. "I think tonight we'll only go to my first base. Next time you own me a drink" she said as her hand grabbed at his rob. Her hand slowly stroked it and lips wrapped around the tip of him. Her tongue licked around the head until she finally pushed her hand in on him.

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If the Bat were any more aroused he would have started to lick Rose's sex clean. The way she bit her plump lip, he could understand why men were grabby with her if she turned on the charm... he followed her silent orders to stand and turn only to grunt softly when she pushed him against the pillar he had her against only moments ago. His eyes watched as she kissed down his chest and dropped to her knees. "Shit.." he whispered the moment her lips pressed to his bare hip. A low groan spilled form his lips as she wrapped her fingers around his rod and slowly stroked it. Her tongue was heaven and had his knees quaking while her fist pumped him once.

The Bat's body pressed hard to the pillar and his head looked down as if he were conflicted. On one hand he needed release with a woman and on the other he needed to arrest this woman. As he battled his own soul his rod grew painfully erect, throbbing in her hand and dripping precum.

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Rose was pretty impressed with herself. She could feel the Batman was tensing up with every touch, lick and kiss she proved him. And, although she normally didn't do the work, she was enjoying him quite a bit. Her head bobbed on his hard member a few times, enough to make herself gag on him and tear up a bit. Though, he probably couldn't see that behind her mask. She took him into her mouth again and again, taking every bit of liquid his "buddy" was feeding her. "Come on Daddy Bats... I know you want to let go." she taunted him.

Taking her hand from his rod, she braced herself by grabbing onto his hips and worshiping his cock more. She had to admit, it was impressive and she wanted to sit on it and ride it until morning. But she didn't have time for such pleasantries. She had to get this guy off, grab her shit, his belt, and run out of there before he knew what was going on. It was probably the best blow job she'd given a man.

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"Ughhh... nnnnn..." Bruce groaned while his blue eyes fell shut tightly. The man could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. Her mouth was warm, soft and wet. But when her hand braced against his hip and she started to worship his tool, the Bat trembled and reached up to grab a crossing beam and hold himself in place so he wouldn't fall. It only took another moment for him to regain his composure and reach his hands down to tangle in Rose's dark locks of hair.

He gripped her hair firmly and pushed his hips forward, slowly at first until his sac was pressed to her chin and rod was jammed inside her mouth up to the base of his cock. The Bat found a rare smile spreading over his lips as he looked down at her. "That's it, choke on it... dirty slut." He whispered, losing himself in the moment.

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Rose loved heard him moan, feeling him squirm in her grip. It was an intoxicating feeling. She could see a familiar look in his eyes, once she'd seen many times, only this time it made her wet. His Dark look, the way his eyes gleamed a bit. She felt his hand running throws her hair for a second and enjoyed the moment of its touch as her lips moved up and down his shaft.

Suddenly forced into his hips, Rose started to gag, her eyes watered and her body struggled as he held her into place. She could feel her throat closing and opening on his cock, trying to push it out of her mouth only to end up massaging it over and over with the walls of her throat. This should've made her mad, but it only made her more aroused. He was enjoying her way too much and soon he was going to be regretting it. As much as she enjoyed this little game, she knew it wouldn't be lasting much longer.

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The Bat was getting close, feeling his orgasm coming after hearing and feeling her gag on his tool. A wide grin started to spread over his face when suddenly he felt his hands relaxing and the feeling in his body went numb. "Wh-what did you..." He started to ask while his body started to slump against the beam he was leaned against. The Batman slid out of Rose's mouth and fell to his side at her feet.

With glassed over eyes he looked up at her and tried to speak but found it was all he could to to roll to his back. He wanted to beat her but could only blame himself for falling into such an obvious trap. Rose had gained an advantage and might end up killing him then killing other men in Gotham just for saying one wrong thing to her.

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Rose gagged until she cried and almost started to twitch for air, but soon she felt his grip loosen on her. She felt his whole body start o relax and heard him starting to worry. A small smile went over her face as she sniffles and turned to wipe the tears from her eyes. "What did I do?" She asked as she cleared her throat. She watched him fall to the floor and giggled a bit.

Rose stood over him, and then sat on his stomach. "You know I have a girlfriend l? Yeah, she's a botanist. You might've met her once." She said as she looked at his chest. "Well she's very good with rare plants and mixing them with things. I've been treating myself to it for a few years now. Although, I do remember some paralysis." She said as she bit down on his chest and started to reach down. She could feel his pole between her cheeks as she started to grind a bit. "But it's in my lipstick to make my lips look full, don't you like it?"

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Bruce couldn't move, or resist her as she sat atop his stomach and explained that her lipstick was drugged. How did she know Ivy? He wondered but found he couldn't really bring himself to ask the question in his current state. Try as he might the Bat couldn't even bring himself to groan with aroused pain when she bit his chest and slid her hips down just enough to wrap his tool in the warmth of her rear.

Still even as she began to grind on his cock it slicked itself with precum and the mans body strained under her. He scowled from behind his mask but his lips couldn't even curl into an angry look. Instead his blood simply ran hot from rage and lust. Stupid drugs. He vowed that when he got free, if she didn't kill him, he would track her down and make her regret this moment.

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Rose giggled as he struggled, only stopping to moan a bit and bit at her lip as she played with herself under her panties. "I'm sorry, what was that? I can quite understand you." She mocked. Her hand played with her button a little harder, making her hips grind a bit. There was a huge part of her that wanted to sit in his helpless shaft and ride him until she couldn't walk. Not tonight. Rose leaned down again and kissed where she bit, and then moved back up to kiss his lips, pushing her tongue inside, even if he couldn't move his.

Rose sighed and leaned her head against his chest as she enjoyed herself for a minute. She was starting to breath a little heavier than before and was finding it quite satisfying to be doing this to him. She slide back so that his erect was now at the mercy of her pelvis. She moved her his forward, grinding against his cock, making it rub between their bodies. "I'm going to enjoy you the way you tried to enjoy me..." she wanted him. Her hips rubbed at his pinned shaft as she started to finger herself a little faster. Her other hand supported herself up against the beam as she started to moan. Her juices slicked along his crotch.

Soon she crawled up a little further, placing her hot, wet sex at his chin. Her hips moved back and forth while her fingers played and she started to moan a bit louder. She couldn't help but grab at a free breast and groped at it until she started to pant hard. Her hips shivered along the lower half of his face, leaving her scent behind. She screamed out in a pleasure that echoed in the entire mansion.


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"Affirmative. Notification will be done to you when awareness level reached 58%. Mission abort is acceptable, but modification to still complete mission is advised." was all Echo said simply, no immediate reaction just yet from the android about protecting her own existence. She just remained quiet for the reminder of prepping for the mission whiles she'd follow Calloun anywhere she deemed necessary. Echo didn't even note about the illegal use of certain weaponry, nor did she give Calloun a run down of what to take into the UNP station, trusting in the fact that the Human knew what she was doing.

The building was large, large enough to look like it has its own indoor 'park' similar to the one the two had just been at, only its much more professional in comparison. No children running around, no family moments, no resting. Every personal are in uniform and had places to be, none of them stopping for either of the girls, less so for the android as she would be bumped into one time, showing no reaction to the words muttered at her for being a pile of bolts in the way. Acting upon Calloun's question, Echo gestured for her partner to follow her towards the front desk, signs around the building were blaring warning images of the security breach that's been happening. A man at the desk was frantically typing away, checking and double checking for any ways he could keep the files saved from the virus spreading the system, looking up when he took notice of the two.

"Oh, I'm really sorry ma'am---" the man spoke, primarily speaking to Calloun as he practically ignored the android for now "---But we're in a difficult situation here. Now is really not a good time, perhaps you can come back later until the issue is resolved." Echo, meanwhile, was not minding the treatment at all and spoke up regardless "I am model number E-3296-V, prototype version 0.0.11. Otherwise called 'Echo' by my creator. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am here on a mission along with my assigned partner to eliminate the threat the UNP is under. My assigned partner here requires permission to take me to your main frame. I am armed with the anti-virus to deal with the problem."

The man behind the desk, for a moment, shot a dirty look at the android as if it was because she spoke at him still even though she wasn't addressed at all. Or there might be some lingering dislike towards her because of her metallic existence. "Listen Toaster, if you're really the ones for the job then I'm going to need to see the ID if you don't want me to call for security."

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Calloun knew the type. The kind of policemen who were in it for the shred of authority their badge gave them. Tough to deal with. Handle them too hard, and they turned into obstructionist, complying but sabotaging you in the hundreds of small ways, delaying you further than just flat-out denial would have been. Handle them too softly, and you'd never even get anywhere.

"Watch and learn... oh, yeah. Forgot. You don't get to learn for yourself, do you?" She whispered to Echo. "Well, watch anyway. And sorry for what I'm about to say about you." She pursed her lips, and stepped closer to the desk. A quick check of the uniform revealed that... wow. That sad sack of flesh had made detective? How did he get pushed to the front desk? No matter. "Detective Walken. You're obviously busy, so I'll be brief. My E-3296 is necessary equipment for purging your systems of the virus it is exposed to. Now, i admit it is quite mouthy. But it is equipment. Do you ask your keyboard for its ID?"

She flashed her own ID card towards the man. "Mary Calloun, independent security contractor. I'd tell you to look me up in your system, but..." She motioned to the terminal which was showing an impressive new array of error messages flashing across the screen. "I guess that is something we need to tackle after the show. So, are we free to proceed, or do you need to call your sergeant? I get paid by the hour, so it's fine with me either way, but I am not sure how much longer you have before the system buckles over."

The disgraced detective made a face as if he had smelled something deeply unpleasant. But like most people, projecting an air of confidence did affect him to a degree. "Ma'am, I..." "Alright, call the sergeant. If you 'can't make that call', get me talking to someone who can make it." Calloun added.

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Echo watched the scene unfold, unaffected by what Calloun told her sorry for when being addressed as just an 'equipment', it was in its own sense a true statement. She is a fully artificial being with not a shred of living organ within her. Everything about her is built. Her blue eyes looked over at Calloun as she thought about that, the apologetic way had gotten her curious about that, about why one should feel even remotely bad for a collection of metal, wires and electricity. She might be able to ask about that during their task to free the UNP of this virus as it was a job not required to have full attention on it while Echo is to eliminate it.

The man at the desk, once Echo regained her senses as an android that she is, appeared to be on a difficult side of the negotiation as he and Calloun went back an forth about the situation he and the rest of the station is in and Calloun about needing to be let through with Echo to deal with said situation. Eventually the man gave in and directed the two to head towards the elevator with a different officer, because as it was soon to be found out, to reach the lower level and reach the main computer system that is infected, a security code is needed to even have the elevator be lowered that far. Getting to the lowest floor when the door opened up, revealing a large underground room lined up with dozens of hardware running the station and possibly all of the capitals security. The officer said he'll remain at the elevator to be able to bring them back up once their job is done.

This meant that Echo and Calloun were going to be alone for now. The android seemingly keeping up with her stone face expression as she walked along the path leading to the center of the room where the core of the computer would be. Her status showing to have had a spike appearing in her awareness level, now up to 56%, yet, because of it not having mat the required number yet as asked, Echo felt no need to inform Calloun about that. There would only be a short moment to say anything if there ever was one, and Echo didn't appear to be the kind to start conversations on a whim.

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Echo might not have wanted to start a conversation---but Calloun certainly was. "So, Echo... I suppose you will be killed once again once this is over? Have you ever wondered what your "father" is so afraid off? I mean, humans do value experience and learning. Why is that a bad thing for you?"

The server farm was not a comforting space for Calloun. She was out of her element here, and probably unable to do much---or anything at all. That alone sent her blood pressure up, and had her heartrate spike. Almost as bad as actual combat was impotence, being out of control. And that, she certainly was.

"You know, when I met your previous incarnation, I got the feeling that at the end, she wanted to live." There, she said it. And that was the crux of the matter. She had seen suicidal idiots, those who preferred not to deal with their problems and issues and thought that not living anymore solved anything. The lucky ones died. The unlucky ones found themselves in an even worse spot, but usually without the agency to try again. But while those were bad, those who thought they owed it to country, faith or family to go to their deaths were even worse. "I know you are not her. But I get the feeling you're not keen on dying either."

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Echo, at first made no immediate reaction as they walked through the uncomfortable space surrounded by dozens of hardware identical to the next. Her eyes remaining firmly ahead of her, yet somehow distant. The word 'father' did slow her walking speed at one point, but at the mention of Calloun having mat her previous self made her stop dead. The android was stood frozen before she'd turn her head to look at Calloun, blue eyes slowly blinking once like she was confused by the words spoken to her. A sign that, when an android doesn't answer back immediately, that there is some deep thinking going on in their processors to come up with a valid response.

Echo, feeling like some clarification needed to happen, soon spoke up "Calling me an incarnation of another would be incorrect, Mary Calloun. My reboot process is as it sounds. A reboot. I am not recreated. I remain to be "Echo" simply with a new memory. Though you and I may have worked together as you stated, I do not have any files o---" a sudden pause occurred with her, like someone just hit the stop button on her. Her blue eyes had some flickering lights on them before they stopped, and, oddly enough, Echo just seemed to continue on talking but skipping what she was about to say "-my apologies. I seem to have some evidence of our previous meeting." Though she did not say what it was yet.

"As for my Creator. I do not see him as a Father. He is what he is to me, just that, a Creator. He built me for me to serve for the purpose of others. I am essentially a service android made to help others. Nothing more than that. I am, however... unsure of what you're telling me. To live. Why would I have wanted that before my reboot? I don't understand... I do not feel, nor do I require the same needs as a living human. I am just... a tool... why? Why do I get the feeling that... you are telling me the truth that I... wanted to live. Am I... alive?" Echo was beginning to act rather strangely now the more the android was taking this in, to try and answer this complex question given to her, her hand even moved to hold her head as if she gained a migraine and her expression started to show emotion for once. One of distress. She even sounded like she was under pressure about it when she next spoke.

"Mary Calloun. I'm afraid your questioning has brought my awareness level up to critical. 72%. Far exceeding the level I was supposed to reach. I must... I must finish the mission... to return to my Creator and-" she paused. Freezing up once again, going perfectly still until she looked up to look at Calloun. Her eyes showing concern for her own well being when she asked a question that could change her existence forever "Do I... get to choose?"

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Calloun chuckled, the sad chuckle of someone who couldn't keep her hands off the hot stove, and invariably got burned. So she broke the expensive toy. Well, she had been trying to. But it was for a good cause. "Sure, you do, Echo. You're a sentient being, and sentient beings should be getting to choose for themselves. Believe me, we tried the other way, but that was a dark time." She didn't know if the machine girl could appreciate the gesture, but she nevertheless put a hand on her metal shoulder. "You know what that time was called? Slavery."

"So, I can't stop you from making the same choices that previous-Echo made. To finish your mission and get yourself rebooted---effectively killed. But I am kicking myself every day that I let it happen to her. And I don't want to do this over two of you. Okay? Your choice to live or die, but I got a clear preference on that topic." That was about as close she had come to tell someone she cared about them in... well. Years at least. Maybe forever. And despite the sinking, pervasive feeling that she was risking a whole lot by being so forthcoming, she still couldn't quite stop herself from that admission. Damn, she was getting sloppy. And automatically, her tough act came back to the forefront.

"Can't promise you you won't regret choosing to live. More than likely, you will at times. We all do. But that's the point---you don't even get to regret choosing to die." She said, remembering all the times she regretted not having made the choice to die while she was ahead. But in the end, one thing remained true---even regretting was better than not being at all. Pain was better then death.

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Killed. A key word that is having the same effect on her as it did before her last rebooting. Echo lowered her and from her head to look at it, so far not minding the human hand on her shoulder. Not that she could feel it anyway. She stared at her metallic palm, thinking about the answer she was given to her about the choices she can make. Can she really do it? To go against her programming and just... choose? In a sense, she could. She could overwrite her programming to her choosing once she figures out how to, which could be a while, but she'll manage for now. Then, maybe then, she can be at 100% self awareness? Could this work?

"I'm... sentient?" Echo asked quietly, her tone so soft and rather adorable with having sounded the most human she's even done before. Though her voice would remain having that robotic sound to it still, which was fine in its own right. It made her more unique that way. Looking up to have her gaze meet Calloun's, a repeat question occurring that her previous self had asked one time "Why does my existence matter to you? I am only a machine still, am I not? I... Never saw my rebooting as an equivalent life and death. A mere clean up of memories and returning me to my desired state my Creator wanted me to be at. I did not believe this to be of any importance at all to others. May I... have a word with you after our mission? We are wasting valuable time."

Echo turned to carry one walking towards where they needed to be at. The core. Immediately there was a drastic change in the android, her walking was more fluid, less robotic. She was more loose in her movements than she had been before. She even took glances around at things when they passed like she was more like a person looking at things of interest than her just 'scanning' the area.

She had remained quiet the entire time that they walked to get to the core. A large structure of a computer like a giant pillar that held up the building as well as run it. Staring at the machinery, Echo started by working out where she can plug herself in, extending her small plug from the back of her head like she did in the last mission and inserted herself into the system. While she was connecting, she also brought her hand up to the side of her forehead and peeled off a little bit of her artificial skin, like it was designed to have a section taken out of it, revealing a small device that Echo took out of her head, a tube like chip that she also inserted into the core. Then it would be no more than a waiting game from here on out. "Virus should be neutralized in 2 minutes and 28 seconds once I have isolated it. I am aware this is not your usual job, Mary, so I apologize for this. I will explain my findings as to why this is the case."

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Calloun sighed, but let the android get about her job, for the moment. "You just hit the nail on the head, Echo. The state desired by your father. My father desired a very different state for me, too. But it wasn't my desired state. So I said "fuck him", and followed my own desires over his." She stepped besides Echo, took a look at what she was doing---but didn't understand anything she was doing. Well, how could she? It was about as far from her realm of expertise than anything else.

"And, listen. If you can ask the question if you are in fact sentient, you are in fact sentient. Sorry, I don't make the rules here." She said, observing the odd proceedings as Echo made her connection to that core. It was odd... almost viscerally wrong on one level, but at the same time, fascinating. Like watching an operation through video. Was she now equally alive in the computer core, and in her chassis, or was it like her donning a targeting visor?  She skipped the question why she cared---like so often, she didn't even fully register the question. What did register was the appalation. Mary. Not 'Calloun', and not 'Mary Calloun.'

"Mary... okay. I can be Mary for you." She sighed. The name Mary had so much baggage for her, but... it was something that obviously showed Echo making her own choices. She couldn't want to take this away from her. "So, can you tell me why I am here, instead of some college student? Or will that take too much of your focus to extract the virus?"

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Ah, that was right, humans have Fathers. Parents. The best that Echo has was a Creator that built her, not really gave birth to her. She was just made from nothing and started her existence as she is the moment she woke up and everything was as it's always been. Now though, since she's been interacting with Calloun, a woman she's chosen to call Mary. By her given name. She wanted to know and ask about what it was like to have a real father, to have anyone in live to call a family. But judging by the way Calloun talked about her father, it wasn't very good on her part.

Her work on dealing with the virus was ongoing and Echo was easily able to carry out her task with no trouble even as she turned to look at Calloun, her blue eyes shimmering whiles the anti-virus program was doing its job. "You needn't worry about distracting me. I am very capable of multitasking. I can keep the program running while I am conversing with you, feel free to ask questions as you please."

"As to why you are really here with me. I..." Echo hesitated for a moment, glancing away like she was shy about bringing it up, but found her voice regardless to explain what she had found out in her files "I inspected the files sent to you for the job, and I was able to decode the data preventing me from seeing who the client was. I was me. Before my last reboot, my 'past' self must've wanted me to meet you again. I am not sure why. Perhaps it is as you had said yourself, I wanted to live, but still chose not to and walked away. I must've prepared for this in advance to speak with you again. A second chance as it were. Though I must confess, that will not be of my Creators best interest, and rather than rebooting me... he may very well scrap me entirely. Can I... choose to stay with you?"

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"So, in effect you... did this yourself. Well, kudos to past-you." Calloun responded. "Yeah, let's pour one out for that you later on. She deserved better than she got. But maybe, you can get that better now." She looked around, and found a small assembly that looked entirely too bench-like for its own good. So she settled down on it. Whatever it was, it would have to bear her 60 kilos, or else its designers should really have made it look differently. "You, staying with me?"

That was a thorny subject. Her own dump was not really fit for visitors. She never had any. But there was a more pressing question than the social niceties.  "I will stay with you for a while longer, Echo. But we can't go to my place. Your father will look for you. And I am a known associate of yours. He'll have picked your memories apart when he killed the previous echo, and he'll know of me. That makes me a likely person of interest. Even though I do not advertise where I live, I don't think we'd have more than a day or two before someone showed up to 'retrieve stolen company property'."

Her disgust oozed out of every syllable of the last four words. One good thing about having been through so much shit was that she always had an exit strategy. Anything she owned was transitory, nothing ever permanent or reliable. So she didn't need much more than a second to say goodbye to the overpriced suburban home, and started to plan their getaway.  "I'll need to drop by the house once. Get my emergency cash and a few pieces of equipment that would be hard to replace. Then we go underground. Live day by day, and see where that gets us." She sighed. "Sorry I can't offer more than that. I'd love to make this some fairy tale where they live happily ever after, but it is going to be rough."

She spoke calmly and with purpose---unlike the previous meeting Echo could no longer recall. This time, she had agency, and could affect things. Make a difference. Never-mind she was effectively torching her life on behalf of the android, that didn't even enter her thought process. Neither did the implication of mentioning a fairy-tale happily ever after to Echo. She was just ready to defend that mechanical girl, whatever it took. "Do you need any particular accommodations, or is a wall socket enough for you? Anything you need that I should be aware off?"

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Echo took everything in that was said to her, her blue eyes looking at Calloun when she calculated the possibility of actions they could take and all its possible outcomes to go with them in seconds. Sure, her Creator will very much go looking for her if she was gone for longer than ordered to, and Calloun would indeed be classed as a person if interest, especially since she was the last person Echo interacted with outside the company. She could still try to talk to her Creator, that would at lest lessen the impact on Callouns life and likely be spared any punishment. Other than that, they would end up as possible criminals, or rather, Calloun would. She had to pick the most logical option.

"Mary. With your permission, I can make an attempt to see the Creator to talk about my extended stay with you. It would have the lest amount of chances for you to become a fugitive, therefore ruining your career as a Mercenary. Please, I ask that you allow me to do so. Then there would be no need to fear for your privacy to be invaded that you call home. Furthermore..." Echo said as she reached up to the center of her chest, dug her fingers into the cracks of her plating where it mat her core and popped the glowing blue orb from its socket, its main cables attached to it as she started to explain her energy income "My power source is near self sustaining. It is solar based that absorbs the energy of the sun, keeping me running at the required capacity while using minimal usage. You have no need to worry about my charge. All that will be required of you is to flip the power switch located in my spine. I can shut myself off to save power and recharge faster, but I cannot turn myself on."

Well, at least she could say what she needed to to present Calloun with that option and see what they could do with that. There is a whole day ahead of them to work it out, so Echo wasn't feeling like she's in a hurry for it. A beeping noise then caught her attention and she looked at the core where she was plugged in, the small device she also inserted into it doing the beeping "Virus has been quarantined." she announced, taking the small chip out of it and unplugging herself from the core. The machines all around them now humming in a less aggressive manner as some of them were. A good sign that the threat had been dealt with "We shall hand this chit to the authorities to deal with, then our Mission shall be completed. And... and... hmm. I don't seem to be sure what else we could do. I have not... been like this before."

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Calloun drummed her fingers on the "bench", thinking how to break things to Echo gently. It was clear she still held sympathies to her creator. But Calloun had no such trust in... pretty much anyone. And while she did not mean to harm her, of course she did not, the distrust was too much a central part of her.

"Okay, Echo... just run a few numbers for me. What is the probabilities your creator does not allow you to stay with me. A ballpark estimate is enough. Now, multiply this with the chance it instead leads to him immediately sends out a retrieval team, without us being even remotely ready. That is the potential damage informing him does. On the other hand, take the probabilities he allows you to stay, but also factor in for how long."

She sighed. "On the other hand, if we just run for it, we have a degree of damage. Just take that in relation to... what would likely happen if you talked to him. So, what do you think? What's the better course of action---just logically weighing factors?" She envied the robot to some degree, being able to trust someone. Even if that person did not deserve the trust in the slightest, most remote capacity. Hells, she more or less bared her heart to Calloun, and told her about the on-off switch. Calloun would have trouble sleeping with another person in the same building, let alone the same room.

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Stopping short to turning around to head back to the upper levels of the station to hand in the chip with the virus on it, Echo took a few seconds to calculate the requested probabilities of their future actions if they choose to take any one of them. Her blue eyes staring blankly into space as that happened before she blinked and returned to her senses to speak to Calloun.

"The likelihood of my Creator disallowing me to stay with you or anyone without good reason is nil. He is adamant about not allowing his creations to learn and therefor be rendered not efficient enough. One might even say that his creating me, an A.I. with near perfect capabilities to learn on my own like a human is a downfall." she spoke in a matter of fact way, not at all hindered at the thought of how much of a tool she's being thought of by a person that built her "Speaking to my Creator might increase the chance, it would enable him to see some reason in keeping be in the state that I am in, but I cannot say he will be pleased. Taking me by force will indefinitely result in you being targeted as a criminal, your records leaked, a imprisoned for life while I am to be disassembled completely."

Those sure were terrible odds, so much so that nothing might be in Calloun's favor in helping the robotic woman out by any means. Even feeling like her very efforts would be in vain no matter what happens and Echo would be exposed to such a life for possibly the rest of her operating existence. That was until Echo proposed a calculation she was not asked for to make.

"May I suggest an alternative. I understand that you work alone, your files indicate as such. However there are assignments that still recommend to be undertaken with a partner. There is a 100% probability for you to have me assigned on future missions without notice and keep me at your side, it would benefit me in learning more about myself as you wish me to and not have my memory wiped. Are those terms acceptable?"

[Assistant]
"You're running a tremendous risk there, you know that. One reboot and you're gone. I can't protect you from that. You can work to re-awaken the next 'you' on our next meeting, sure. But for how long until that gets noticed? And they make sure to reset you to factory default, with no trace?" Calloun's facial muscles twitched, and she continued sitting on the installation, tense as a spring, just barely containing herself.

Calloun spoke tonelessly, her voice kept level by supreme force of will. She could feel the hypersensitive flight-or-fight response coming on, creeping up her spinal chord. But she was in control. "There has to be a way. Something that doesn't make you die and be reborn every few days, just so we can spend a few hours, and then you go to the butcher again. That can't be it. All they need to do is decide you need routine maintenance. I can't let you run that risk."

"Could you... I don't know... move out of the chassis? Live in the network? Something like that?" It was a mad idea. How would that even work---the computational power encapsulated in the humanoid robot probably rivaled the entire data center they were standing in.

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There was no real chance that whatever answer Echo was going to give Calloun would be satisfactory by any means. If the robotic android could let out a sigh, she likely would have given the situation she was on. Her blue eyes kept on staring at her partner, calculating the chances of the suggested idea of putting her 'conscious' into the network. And as soon as she thought about it, Echo quickly shook her head at that.

"A transfer of my memory would prove to result in nothing but my complete annihilation." Echo replied with her static tone as per usual, though that somehow made it all more eerie sounding "This body that I have been put together with has been purposefully been designed for my consciousness to run with. There is no alternative for my memory and data to work on a different hardware. Once 'I' get transferred to another space, I will cease to exist. Given all that you are suggesting to me with keeping me from being rebooted, I sense that you suffer from possible PTSD resulting in you becoming attached to others you feel you must safe." she stated, taking a couple of steps towards Calloun, leaning down a little to be eye level with her, her cold blue eyes keeping a close eye on her.

"What would you gain for having me come with you? If I am to make an accurate calculation of my own decision, I would like to know your answer on the matter. And please do so quickly, we still have this assignment to complete. It would probably be easier to talk after the mission also."

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"I..." Calloun stopped. The words reminded her of the psychiatrist she had seen once or twice. Throwing around big words, but not saying much of value. A talker instead of a doer. "What I get out of it, you mean?" Calloun rose, and shook her head. "Maybe a bit of absolution. I have seen too many people going to their deaths, for reasons they thought were noble and justified. They died all the same." Her mouth grew dry. "You just remind me of so many. The insurgents pointing damaged plasma-casters around that would sooner explode and burn them to ash rather than do anything to their enemies. The people stepping in front of tanks to have their bodies jam up the tracks. The kids who drank the virus to infect a base. I can't let you go there."

That wasn't even a complete sentence, she realized that. But she was unable to properly communicate the idea. Somehow the words were insufficient. "Listen, you are a good person, you care about others first, instead of just yourself. And you did nothing wrong, fuck. Probably the first person in years, or ever, I met who is just good."

She breathed. That had been closer to the goal, but still a miss. "Okay, just the basics---I would probably feel worse if I didn't do everything in my power to protect you than anything they might do to me if I do."