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"And I just bought this jacket," Molly said, her attention flickering toward a larger, more humanoid monstrosity as it dropped down from the ceiling. Ripping a large panel off one of the walls, she used it as a makeshift shield as it leaped toward her, then went with her forward momentum to drive the panel and the creature into the wall. "Too slow!" Kyle's reply came in bursts, a few words, and then a flurry of stomps as he squashed a number of smaller bugs, and then a few more words. "We can send it to that dry cleaner in the DX." He paused, panting and leaning against one of the ship's doorways. "Need a sec, might've fucked up my ankle on that last stomp. Fuckin' gravity." "Yeah, breathing kinda sucks right now," Molly said. The sound of heavy movement made her turn as a giant alien slithered into view. It was different from the others, more fluid, almost elegant. She felt a shift. The rest of the swarming broodlings seemed to part away from it. A Queen. This one was definitely more dangerous. Its massive eyes locked onto her. "Aw crap," Molly said. She balled up her fists, ready to hit as it darted toward her. But it was faster. Quicker than the blink of an eye, the giant creature slammed into her, pinning her down so hard it shook the area. Air knocked from her lungs, Molly struggled from underneath the monster as its massive tail snaked up, ramming its stinger into her side . . . or at least it tried to. Unfortunately for the queen, it didn't know that Molly's skin was much denser than your average human, so when it stung her it was like trying to sting a brick wall. The momentary confusion from the queen was enough for Molly to get her breath back, which she used to let out an angry yell, her eyes glowing purple as she ripped the creature's tail off. The queen let out the equivalent of a roar and a shriek, white, milky blood splattering all over Molly. Molly then used her legs to kick the queen up and away from her. Grabbing the tail, she used it as a makeshift baseball bat and started beating it with it. "No." Kyle's refusal – sheer disbelief, a rejection of reality – was flat and dull as he took two giant steps back. Something flittered just in the corner of his eye, and he snapped out his hand, grabbing another flying creature out of the air, also rejecting the automatic comparison his thoughts gave him about his cat, and the occasional moth or fly that got into his suite. "Molly. Whenever you're . . . done . . . " He said, faux-conversationally. "Buzzing's getting worse the closer we get to the bridge." "I'm almost – " the body of the queen seemed to shift upon its last breath, reverting back to... "Uh oh, sorry Captain K'r'k. Guess he's not boldly going anywhere," she said, making a face. Reaching down to grab a pipe. Molly nodded forward. "After you." |
