An Alien Enslavement (Preview)

Exiting out of jump space, Emma arrived in the Pyrus system. This star system lay well past the Vamier treaty zone far beyond Coalition jurisdiction. Emma felt somewhat uneasy as her ship flew ever closer to Abogon. A real shithole of a planet far beyond civilized space. This place is a living hellscape and a breeding ground for some of the most degenerate and depraved beings, metaphorically and sometimes, even literally.

The planet was home to pirates, gangs, drug cartels, and slavers from all corners of the free territories. The main draw to this place was the copious amounts of drugs, parties, and pleasure the planet had to offer. Abogon was known for its countless brothels and slave auctions for lecherous heathens who wants some flesh to fuck.

Abogon is ruled by a single head of state. King Gornu the Conqueror. He is referred to as many things, emperor, Grand Warmaster, or Khan. But most just refer to him as king. He is the leader of one of the most notorious crime syndicates in the galaxy. This empire of his was known for waging war against neighboring space-faring civilizations. They would often raid and pillage planets for their precious resources. But most of all, they loved to enslave other species for labor and pleasure…

Emma couldn’t believe that she had to return to this wretched system. It was beneath her and who she represents to strike a deal with the vilest being of this sector of the galaxy, but it was all for the greater good. Emma was part of an underground organization formed to fight against the rule of the Coalition. This movement has secretly been cultivating and growing for years now. Secret pacts and alliances between nations across the galaxy had been formed to stand up against the Coalition, one day at least. The Coalition's intelligence bureau had suspected discontent and growing grudges among neighboring nations. Fortunately, they didn’t have the full scope of how far this whole movement was. And it was best kept that way. Oddly enough, with how predominant the Coalition was, it was a surprise that they hardly noticed a thing. But perhaps they were too smug and satisfied with themselves to even care.

If this new alliance were to even stand a feasible chance at stopping the Coalition's dominance over the galaxy, it would need time. Armies, weapons, munitions, and fleets of warships needed to be constructed and assembled, all while under their noses. Which was easier said than done since they had eyes and ears almost everywhere.

Emma was tasked to strike a deal on behalf of the insurrectionist with King Gornu. The deal went as smoothly as butter during its early stages. The insurrection would provide them valuable naval data of Coalition trade routes so they could sell to various factions of pirates and lesser crime syndicates to raid and exploit. While King Gornu would allow the rebels to use his domain and his shipyards to construct their fleets in relative secrecy since the Coalition didn’t even bother to care about their rather primitively constructed empire.

But things didn’t go as planned. Her contacts on Antares IV to retrieve the data from a planetary Coalition data farm went horribly wrong. She still didn’t know how it all went wrong. On paper, the plan she drew up was almost flawless. King Gornu was very displeased that her side of the deal was not being held up, and he demanded that whoever was responsible for this ‘plan’ show themselves to Abogon.

As she approached the planet, Emma immediately received a hail. Pressing on the receiver button for her ship's comms, she received the hail. “You are approaching Abogon, the preeminent domain of King Gornu the First. Ruler of Pyrus, Zebala, Naarm, Yuktebeban, conqueror of the Peraxys star system, and leader of the almighty Guraxian Crime Syndicate. What is your purpose here? Business, or pleasure?” a scratchy-sounding voice said through the comms.

“As much as I would love to be here for pleasure. Unfortunately, I’m here just for business. I need to see King Gornu for a… deal… we had arranged,” Emma responded, putting on a small act.

“Ah, hsssss. So it is you that our lord is expecting. From what I’ve heard he is quite dissatisfied, hsssss.”

Emma knowingly rolled green her eyes. “Thanks for letting me know,” Emma said sarcastically. “Now, am I cleared for landing? I’m not planning on wasting your king’s time. So I need to get this sorted out immediately.”

“Hssss, you are cleared to land at landing pad 12.”

“Actually darling… Could you be a sweetie and give me a spot a bit… closer to the palace? You wouldn’t want a pretty girl like me walking all that far would you?” Emma said in the most sultry seductive voice possible.

“He he he, perhaps I can arrange something for you.” Their comms were briefly muted for a few moments. “You can go ahead and land over at landing pad 1, baby. Welcome to Abogon, we hope you enjoy your stay, he he he,” the voice wickedly cackled.

“Thanks, love. Much appreciated...”

“Hssss, of cour-”

Emma quickly turned off her comms before the alien on the other side could even finish their sentence and flew her ship towards her designated landing pad. As she flew deeper into the atmosphere, Emma got a good look at the planet below. The sky was in this constant state of crimson amber. It truly looked like hell in the flesh. The surface was littered with sprawling slums and countless towering buildings that housed countless brothels, clubs, and slave auctions. It was a very stark contrast from the core worlds. And at the center of it, all was an ominously large pyramid structure known as Gornu’s Palace. Inside lies all the girls, drugs, and entertainment any low-life could dream of in the arm of the galaxy.

Landing her ship in one of the pads directly outside of Gornu’s Palace, Emma went over to her ship’s dressing room and prepared herself for her meeting with the king. She was quite a notorious insurrectionist. Emma often operates as an envoy, strategist, and when needed, assassin. Many would describe her as very charismatic and seductive in nature. Combined with her stunningly beautiful form, she could get almost any sentient being wrapped around her finger. With such a useful skill, she could almost get anyone to do whatever she wants, or she could get her assailant’s guard down just enough to quickly flatline them.

With such an ability, she was highly sought after by many organizations across the galaxy. She was even approached by the Coalition to work in their espionage branch at some point. But, she found herself working for the insurrection. Emma found their cause very… admirable. She did somewhat believe in what they were trying to do. Though she thought that such a task of overthrowing the Coalition was almost impossible. She was mostly persuaded by her twin sister, Ava, to join up. But the main draw was the exorbitant amounts of creds the insurrection was willing to pay her for her services. Emma couldn’t believe that such a secret underground group could even cough up that amount of money. But considering that this organization has roots almost everywhere, she could make some sense of it.

Emma wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck crop top with a hole at its center that flaunted her cleavage pretty well and gave everyone a good view of her sexily exposed well-toned torso. That, combined with her dark green tight-fitting combat trousers, she looked incredibly alluring.

Taking a glance at her dressing room’s mirror, Emma made sure her flowing long amber-red hair was in order. Her siren green eyes closely examined her sexy 5’9 form. “Damn, I look good…” Emma muttered to herself as she ran her hands along her curvy hips.

As she applied some eyeliner for final touches, Emma received a call on her ship's comms. She accepted the call. “This is Emma,” she stated, as she carefully applied her makeup.

“Emma, have you arrived in Abogon yet?” a male voice immediately went straight to the point.

“Oh hey Lance, it’s so nice of you to drop in and check on me... Thanks for asking how my day was,” Emma sarcastically replied. “How are you doing?”

“I don’t have time for this… Are you on the planet, yes or no?”

“Jesus, I’m just pulling your leg a bit. Could you loosen up?” she sighed.

“Emma, just so you know, this mission is of the utmost importance to us. If King Gornu denies us using his territory to build our ships, it would cause serious… problems for our cause. We can’t- no, you can’t afford to be gallivanting around.”

Emma rolled her green eyes. “Yes yes, I know Lance. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get the job done. I promise.”

“Good. How do you plan on convincing Gornu to go through with our deal since your scheme over on Antares IV didn’t fall through? I hope it’s a good one because he isn't the one to make compromises.”

Emma squinted her eyes in annoyance being reminded of what went down on Antares IV. She felt ashamed of herself that such a thing even happened. “Oh, I’ll figure something out. You know me. I can be rather… convincing,” she said in a low seductive voice.

“Er, don’t tell me that you’re gonna-. Oh god, I might throw up in my mouth,” Lance distastefully replied, gagging.

“What?!” Emma jolted up. “I would never! God, who do you think I am? Just some prostitute or something?! Just so you know, my looks and how I act don’t reflect how I get down. I can’t believe you would think that I would sleep with the fat pig!”

“Uh, sorry Emma, I- sorry…” Lance quietly muttered. Emma angrily snarled and continued what she was doing. An awkward silence fell between them for a few minutes while Emma finished up her makeup.

“Anyways…” Lance said, breaking the silence. “Command has some special orders for you if you can’t convince King Gornu to change his mind.”

“What kind of orders?” Emma curiously replied as she slipped on her gloves.

“The kind that you’re really good at,” he answered. Emma smirked knowing exactly what he meant: assassination.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. King Gornu is just like every other meathead in the galaxy. He thinks with his cock rather than his brain if he even has one. It will be easy for me to sway him the right way.”

“Emma, this is just in case. Just for a reminder, King Gorrnu can be rather… unpredictable. You don’t want to take any risks,” Lance pointed out.

“Fine, how do they want me to do it? Slit his throat while his guard is down, poison, or just a good ol 'bullet to the head? I can get very creative if you want.”

“Hm, you may conduct how you do it at your discretion. But be sure you have a good escape plan. You don’t have any allies within 20 parsecs of Abogon. So you’ll be on your own for this one. And once their ‘king’ is dead, you can be sure that his palace will get hot quickly.”

“I’m betting that’s what Command wants,” Emma knowingly chuckled.

“Right, you are. King Gornu’s syndicate empire is very poorly structured. It is very top-heavy, Gornu is the sole reason that his whole empire is holding together. Once he’s dead, all his lieutenants and subordinates will turn on each other and rip each other apart for control. Then, our allies will swoop in and seize what's left of Gornu’s territory.”

“Hm, sounds like a pretty good plan,” Emma agreed.

“It is. But most importantly, please get back in one piece.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you cared so much about my well-being, Lance. You wanna take me out for dinner or something?” Emma playfully responded, strapping on her boots.

“What? Er, no. It’s your sister, Ava. She’s worried sick about you. This particular part of the galaxy is awfully dangerous, especially for a human such as yourself. The last thing your sister would want is for you to get killed, or worse…”

Emma didn’t like what he was implying. But he was right. Humanoid females were a well-sought-after commodity in this part of the galaxy. Her spine shivered at the idea that if she were ever to get caught up in all of this. Such a thing would never happen to her, right?

“Tell Ava I’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you know it,” Emma assured. “Alright, getting ready to head out, wish me luck.”

“Okay, good luck Emma, signing off-.”

Emma went over to her weapons locker and began equipping herself with all her essentials. Clipping her utility belt on, she holstered her trusty D-75 hand cannon she named ‘Devil’s Kiss’, her comms beacon, and several other useful gadgets. Prior to all of this, Emma studied the main chamber of Gornu’s palace. There weren’t many avenues of escape if plan B was necessary, so she had to think of something. Reminded of something that could help her, she strode over to her ship’s safe.

Putting in a passcode, she opened the safe. Reaching in she produced a small case. Closing the safe, she opened the case and took out two devices. One was a medium-sized triangular-shaped device, and the other appeared to be a remote activation unit. It was a prototype translocator device that she snagged off from a Coalition R&D facility on Meridian. She tested it on several occasions, and from what she learned, this device is cutting-edge stuff. It was a prototype handheld teleportation device. How it worked was she would leave the triangular module, or anchor, somewhere secure. And within a rather large radius of the anchor, pressing the button on the remote device would instantaneously teleport the user to wherever they left the anchor. Emma would admit that those Coalition eggheads were brilliant at creating new tech she could steal and use for herself.

“I was saving this for another time. But might as well use it now,” Emma muttered to herself. Attaching the remote device to her utility belt, she took the anchor and left it on the floor in an open space on her ship.

“Butler,” she called out to her A.I.

“Yes, mistress Emma,” a male gentlemen-like synthetic voice replied to her. She knew having Butler call her mistress was extra, but she couldn’t help but program him to call her that since it made her feel like royalty.

“Would you be a dear and keep the ship’s engines warm until I get back?”

“Of course mistress Emma. Your ship will be ready on the fly when you need it. Should I put out a distress beacon in case anything goes wrong?”

“When have I ever needed that? I’ll be fine, Butler, like I always am,” Emma confidently said, rolling her green eyes.

“If you insist mistress Emma. I do wish for your safe return. God forbids what I would do if anything were to happen to you,” Butler stated. Emma felt her stomach wrench. Her A.I. was making her feel a little worried about herself. But as always, she was sure that she would get out of this in one piece, right?

“Alright, toodles, Butler. I’ll be back like I always do,” Emma said to her trusty A.I. before leaving her ship.

Opening the hatch to her ship, Emma stepped out and observed the outside world of Abogon. Taking in a small breath of air, she immediately started coughing. The surrounding air was permeated with orange dust. Looking down, she could see that the ground beneath her was covered with this dust as well. Not wanting to stay out here and breathe in this air, Emma covered her nose and mouth with her hand and hastily made her way into the palace.

The main walkway to the entrance of the palace was lined with pillars with flaming pyres on top of them. As Emma made her way towards the large ominous entrance to the palace, she could see the eyes of many alien scum carefully watching her. She was definitely out of place, and she knew it. It isn’t very often that a human such as herself would travel to such a depraved planet and freely walk around.

Emma watched her back carefully to see if any stupid alien bastard would try anything with her. Entering the main entrance of the palace, Emma stepped into the halls leading up to King Gornu’s main leisure chamber. The path leading to her destination was buried with enough sex, drugs, and entertainment a person could handle in a lifetime.

The atmosphere was hot with tentacles, insectoids, and other strange alien species doing nasty things to plenty of slave humanoid girls. Emma stomached the depraved activities happening around her and pushed forward. She felt the leering wet eyes of all the lecherous beings within her vicinity.

Reaching a checkpoint just before Gornu’s chamber, Emma was met by several Hyraxian royal guards donning crimson armor and gold adornments. They firmly gripped massive Kryl alloy dual electro staffs.

“Hey boys,” Emma sexily waved in a low alluring voice.

“Grrhhh, you. Stand by for scan,” one of the beefy guards growled. Then, a small floating ball-shaped drone hovered right in front of Emma and emitted a blue ray of light from its large mechanical eye. It scanned up and down her pert athletic body several times before retracting the beam.

“Several - identifiable - weapons… Please - confiscate,” the drone said in a meticulous robotic voice.

“Grrhhh, weapons in the tray. Grhhhh,” the Hyraxian guard commanded.

Bracing her hand on her curvy hip, Emma sexily replied, “Is that really necessary? I promise I won’t bite…” The guard just let out a low growl and flashed her his massive white canines.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Don’t need to put your panties in a bunch,” the alluring redhead muttered.

Reaching behind her, she removed her secondary side arm from neatly tucked in a holster on her lower back. She went on to remove several grenades packed in her utility belt. Then, reaching down to her left boot, she unsheathed a pretty hefty knife and placed it into the pile of her compiled weapons.

“Okay, there. May I proceed?” Emma queried. The royal guard just stared at her as if there was something else. “What?” Tracking the imposing alien’s large ominous eyes, she noticed that he was staring at her trust iron on her hip

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, let me get that.” Unholstering her favorite weapon, she hesitated for a second, before begrudgingly placing it onto the tray. “Er, be careful with that one.”

The guard looked at her in a weird way, then smirk. Grabbing her ‘Devil’s Kiss’ he holstered in a band around his armored waist. “Hmmm, I will be sure to keep this close then, he he,” he snickered.

Emma winced and squinted her eyes at the beefy guard. She cringed seeing her prized weapon in the grimy hands of this extra-terrestrial bastard. But she found solace that she would have it back in her possession soon enough.

“Thanks, boys,” Emma said, plastering on a fake smile before promptly striding past them.

But as she walked, she heard them mutter something behind her back. “Heh, check out the ass on that one, grah!” Rolling her eyes, she pushed onward.

Finally reaching the main chamber of Gornu, Emma’s attention was immediately drawn to the fat fuck sitting on his throne on top of an elevated platform. She was repulsed by his pig-like snout, protruding fat belly, pudgy limbs, and oily red skin.

“God, Gornu is even uglier in person,” Emma tried to hold in a gag. This was the first time she actually saw him in person and he didn’t look like he was described. Yes, Gornu was regarded to be a fat lecherous pig, but she heard that he was over ten feet tall and very imposing. What she was seeing, he was maybe a few inches taller than her and less grandiose than many say he was. But still, he emanated this ominous aurora that made Emma feel uneasy.

Surrounding him were his harem slave girls adorned with ornamental silk clothing that barely any sort of modesty. They were practically naked. Some of them lay in cushioned beds around his throne. While others danced on podiums to entertain his esteemed guests. The girls who Emma considered unlucky were off to the side getting gangbanged by those who paid top cred to get a taste of Gornu’s kitties.

Noticing that a few of Gornu’s concubines had noticeable baby bumps protruding from their stomachs, Emma cringed and clenched her fists. “Holy fuck. I can’t believe those poor girls are carrying that fat bastard's demon spawn,” she cursed to herself. “I do not want to end up like them…’

Turning her attention back to Gornu, Emma noticed an alluring girl clad in the most lavish purple silk garments sitting on his lap, assumed to be his favorite. Her skin was this perfect bronze shade. Her hair was chocolate brown, and based on the purple glittery accents featured around her face and exposed body, she was a Numydian from the planet Numia. Her species were known to be quite an attractive species. Unfortunately, that made them a target for slave trafficking.

The beautiful Numydian home planet has since been pillaged and burned to sunder from years of plundering by Gornu’s empire and other similar factions. What was left of the sorry race had been scattered across the galaxy. Some tried to create colonies on remote planets far away from anyone. Most just found sanctuary in the Coalition. And since they were barely dissimilar to humans, they were accepted with open arms.

Considering how rare this slave girl was, Emma could see why she was Gornu’s favorite pet. Though, she was taken aback observing the fat fuck licking and sucking on his pet’s voluptuous tits. His slimy tongue slathered the slave girl, causing her to quietly mewl. “God, this motherfucker is a pig!” she declared.

But taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and presented herself in the open area before the throne.

Noticing the attractive redheaded human standing directly in front of him, he licked his grimy lips with his disgusting tongue and let out a loud bellow. “Ho ho ho! What brings such a fetching human girl here? These parts of the galaxy aren’t safe for a person like yourself. Ho ho ho!”

“I’m here to discuss our deal,” Emma informed, crossing her arms. Gornu cocked his bushy brow, she was since they only communicated through voice comms. Seeing his perplexity, she continued.

“It’s me, Autumn Fox? Do you recall now?” Emma reminded, using her designated codename.

“Bah! Ho ho ho! I did not realize it! I didn’t know my liaison would be quite the looker! Bahaha!” Gornu let out a snorting bellow. “Consider myself lucky! Gahah”

Emma’s siren eyes widened in disgust. God how she hated this sleazy bastard. But for the sake of the mission, she put on her agreeable act. “Huh, thank you, handsome.” This little ploy seemed to get him in a good mood.

“Now that we recognize each other, could we discuss our deal?” Emma reiterated.

“Hmm, of course, we can. Now let’s hear it,” Gornu agreed, taking a large messy gulp from his fancy gem-covered goblet.

Emma cocked her brow. She was hoping that they would go somewhere more private to discuss things. “Um, do you mind if we discuss this… important matter somewhere else? I don’t want your… guests to overhear,” she politely suggested.

King Gornu chuckled. “No worries, girl. These degenerates are too busy fucking and smoking Spice to bother. Hah! They probably won’t even remember this conversation! And if anyone were to try and leak our little conversation, I would find out soon enough, and their heads will be on sticks! No one crossing King Gornu! GAHAHA!” he assured, grabbing a handful of his favorite pet’s ass.

Sensing that she had little choice in the matter, Emma rolled her eyes and nodded. “If you say so…” she muttered.

“So about my side of the deal… Something happened…” Emma apprehensively informed. The fat pig grumbled and raised his brow.

“What do you mean??” he curiously questioned.

Emma winced in annoyance. She was never the one to admit failure, but she had to for the sake of the mission. “We um… Failed to retrieve the data you wanted…” she quietly admitted.

“GAH! WHAT?!” Gornu roared, sitting up from his throne. “What what wrong?? I was assured with full confidence that you would get what I desired! Did you lie?? GAH! And you have the audacity to show up to my palace empty-handed! Grrahhh!

He angrily slammed his goblet on his armrest, spilling whatever he was drinking onto his lap. “Grrh, clean me up, pet…” he grumbled to his prized concubine.

“Yes, master,” the pretty Numydian girl obediently replied. Hopping off his lap, she fell onto her knees and began to clean up his wet lap with her tongue.

“Everything was going according to plan until something unforeseen happened at the data farm,” Emma tried to explain.

“Unforeseen?!” Gornu growled.

“Yes, according to my contact, the authorities had no idea what was going on, right until the crew was about to make their escape. It was as if someone had tipped them off. We-, I still don’t know how anyone else could have known. Everything was kept close-knit.”

“Gah! You are making excuses! It doesn’t matter what happened! This failure is on you, girl! Do those fascists know that you-, no, I was involved?? I’m not planning on having a Coalition war fleet looming over my orbit. Grhhh!”

Emma cautiously took a step back. She sensed that relations were quickly deteriorating. She needed to act quickly and salvage the situation. “No, of course not! I made sure of that,” the redhead assured. “They don’t know. As of now, they just think that a rag-tag group of overconfident bounty hunters wanted to test their luck.”

Gornu grumbles and squinted his grimy eyes. Though, his temper seemed to calm a bit for the time being. “You are not at risk. You lost nothing here. If anything, my neck is more on the line. So why don’t we just settle down a bit, huh? I have an alternative deal I would like to present to you,” Emma continued.

King Gornu apprehensively to a sip from his goblet. “Hmm, tell me, girl. What is this alternative you speak of? Are you going to let me have a taste of that fine ass of yours?? GAHAHA!”

Emma was repulsed by his suggestive comment. She hated every fiber of him. “Heh… Em, no…” she waved off his remark. Producing out a holo chip from her utility belt, she waved it into the air. “My people are willing to give you free rein over a select few systems as an alternative to our original deal.

“Is that right…” Gornu curiously replied. “Selene, retrieve the chip for me.”

“So that’s her name…” Emma thought.

“Yes my master,” she complied. Giving his lap a few more licks, she stood up and daintily skipped down the platform to Emma. Taking the chip from her hand, she brought it back to her lecherous master and presented it to him.

Taking removing the holo chip from his slave’s delicate hand, he waved another of his obedient slave girls to bring him his datapad. Within moments, a girl stood next to him, holding up the screen for him. He inserted the chip and scanned the information on the screen.

Emma stood there nervously as she watched King Gornu scroll through his datapad. “Hmm…” he hummed, cocking his brow. “Interesting… Hmmm…” She wasn’t sure if he was buying it. But this was her only option, she needed this to work.

After a few moments, Gornu waved off the girl holding up the datapad. Emma clenched her fists waiting for his answer. “Please, please please,” she pleaded to herself.

“Hmm… I am afraid that this arrangement won't work.” Emma's stomach sank. But she wasn't going to give up that easily.

“Are you sure? The systems presented are perfectly suitable for your operations. We went through a lot of trouble to assure that,” Emma explained.

“Perhaps, but these systems are not to my liking. Most of these are something that I already have. I have no use for these systems. You’ll just have to present me with something else.”

Emma clenched her fists. “But, this is all I have to offer. Please, reconsider. This is very fair,” she insisted, trying to hold an uneasy smile.

“Gah! Fair?! Our deal was so that your ‘people’ could use my territory for their own devices. And in turn, you’re giving me a few fringe systems I have no desire for?? That data you promised is worth ten times more than your alternative. I could be making millions of creds with that information!” Gornu roared in frustration.

“But Gornu I-” Emma tried to say.

“Gah! It’s King Gornu to you, girl!” he corrected, slamming his fist onto his armrest.

“Er, apologies. ‘King’ Gornu. I’m sure we can work something out, can we?”

He just snarled and aggressively shook his head. Emma sighed. She didn’t think that it would come to this. She thought that Gornu would be easy to persuade, but his brashness got the jump on her and it was too late to salvage this. So into plan B.

Rhythmically pressing her right palm with her fingers, her glove glowed blue. “Well, that’s a shame. Perhaps we could come to another arrangement?” Emma said in a low suggestive tone, running her left hand sexily down her chest.

Gornu’s eyes popped from his sockets and he hungrily licked his lips. “You know when I came here, I was asked if I was here for business or pleasure,” Emma inform. “I wanted to say pleasure…” Gornu grunted and fidgeted on his throne excitedly. “But unfortunately, I told him, business!”

Then with one swooping motion, her trusty hand cannon slipped from the guard who had it tucked in his belt and flew across the chamber and into her gravity link glove. Hastily pointing the gun right between the fat bastard's eyes, she pulled the trigger.

But to her dismay, nothing happened. Emma pulled the trigger again, all that could be heard was a click. “Augh! What the?! Dammit!” she exclaimed.

King Gornu and everyone in the entire chamber broke out into laughter. “BAHAHA! Stupid girl! Weapons don’t work here!” Gornu snickered, pointing up to the ceiling.

Quickly tilting her head up, Emma’s green eyes widened in shock seeing a large spherical device. It looked like a black hole contained within a sort of force field. Her heart dropped upon recognizing the contraption. Those things were expensive and rare, never in her life that she would think that this slob would have one in her possession.

“Shit!” Emma frustratingly cursed.

Then, hearing rapid footsteps coming from behind her, Gornu’s royal guard quickly encircled her and lowered their electro staffs. “GAHAHA! You think you could kill me?! King Gornu! Stupid girl. Now you must be punished! I will enjoy you soon enough!”

Assuming a fighting position, Emma smirked. “Not if I can say anything about it.” Reaching down her utility belt she pressed the button to her translocator device to be teleported out of this tight spot.

But to her dread, the device wouldn’t work as well. “What the- No no no! Dammit! What the fuck?!” Emma said in a panic. Grabbing the device, she urgently shook it and rapidly pressed the button. But still, nothing. She thought that the contraption above her head only work on weapons! Yet again, this was a prototype.

“GAHAHA! What are you trying to do?! Whatever that gadget is, it won't work here!  Guards! Subdue the insolent human!”

Holstering her weapon, Emma saw as the surrounding guards began to close in on her. Using her martial arts skills, she managed to kick away a few of the electro staffs. But there were too many for her to handle.

Getting shocked from behind, Emma screamed in pain. “AHHH! SHIT! Fucking bastard!” She swiftly spun around and kicked away the staff. But she got shocked from behind as soon as she turned her back. “GAH! Dammit!”

Try as she might, her strength and willpower were quickly starting to wane, preventing her from defending herself from any more poking electro staffs. “AUGH!” she screamed again. Her vision began to get blurry from the sheer amount of pain coursing through her body.

Then, getting hit by yet another shock, she fell onto the floor. Struggling to stand back up, her vision darkened and she could see the crowd of aliens watching in amusement behind the guards.

Emma groaned and summoned the willpower to get up and fight. But her body simply didn’t have the strength to comply with her brain’s demands. She collapsed back onto the floor. Her green eyes slowly blinked and her hearing began to grow distant.

As she was on the verge of passing out, she heard Gornu say something. “HEHE! Bring the girl to me, BAHAHA!” His triumphant roar of laughter was soon followed by the crowd of his esteemed guests doing the same.

The deafening cackles all around her rang in her ears, before she promptly passed out. The Hyraxian guards soon fell upon her. Picking up her limp body from the black marble floor, they dragged her away to her new fate…