Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20170313195450

"I like that idea though." Stella agreed with Brine as he stifled a yawn while checking the clock. From all the times she'd worked with Transponder rings while overseeing shipments, she'd never had a bad time. Flagg ones could extend thier range at will in case the wearer needed to say, use the bathroom, and always came with a "panic detonate" if the ring was linked to a prototype or some other highly valuble item.

"You could probably save that favor too. I can grab a few Flagg ones tomorrow, sand off thier logos. Hargreave's basically given me a blank check for this job." Fritz added to the planning conversation which seemed to go on well into the night...

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Later that night...

Everything was burning as Estellia sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her. All around her, both old style buildings from her hometown of San Oaxaca and futuristic towers of Flagg were engulfed in the inferno. Corpses of both BCU and people she knew were strewn about, some having gone more far more quickly than others.

"FRITZ!! HONARA!! INGRAHAM!!" she shouted, optical implants scanning everything around her, but the only response was the flicker of a "KIA" notification for all of them.The Tigress froze in disbelief, almost collapsing to her knees.

"...all allied units have ceased responding..." Rasch's garbled voice came in over her comms. "...this operation was a failure..."

"Scramble medevacs?" a second, unidentified voice came in. "...Don't waste your time...No survivors on the scopes..." was the reply from the honey badger.

"Negative! Negative! This is Agent Corlyson, I'm still alive!! Repeat, I'm still active!!" she tore her headset off and held it in front of her mouth, screaming into it and nearly cracking her voice several times.

No response...

Allright...always knew I'd go out like this...Stella thought to herself as she reached for a new drum for her SMG only to find...

Holy fuck...I'M PREGNANT!?!?

In that one moment of hesitation, a towering figure walked up and lifted her up off the ground by the neck. The symbol of Master's Realm was plastered on its emotionless mask. On its other hand, it showed her this absolutely barbaric looking collection of blades and claws that slowly spun up. Stella could feel its malevolent laughter as the figure pinned her helpless body against a burning slab of steel and jammed that 'thing' into her belly...

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An actual ear-piercing scream emanated through the bedroom as the tigress violently awoke, dripping with ice cold sweat. Like a prey animal on edge, she snapped her head around the dark room. This time though, nothing was on fire and her abdomen was very much intact.

"St-Stella...is everything allright?" the groggy voice of Fritz was heard, confirming that he was very much alive.

"Uhhh...yeah..."Stella half-heartedly replied as she got up out of thier bed and took hold of her SMG which was hidden beneath the frame. Still woozy from the sudden awakening, she stumbled into the bathroom and rifled around for the box of home pregnancy tests.

"Ok, here we are. Turns from Green to Red to let me know, if my folks find out, I'm fuckin' dead..." she mumbled to herself as she closed the door.

5 minutes later...

Breathing a sigh of relief that she was not in fact pregnant, Stella walked back into the bedroom, set her weapon back into its hiding place, and crawled back in.

"Nightmares again?" Fritz asked as he placed his arm around her.

"...yeah..." she replied while pulling herself in, almost on top of him.

"you wanna talk about it..."

"maybe tomorrow" she yawned "...maybe tomorrow..."

"...that's valid..." with that, Fritz gently nudged her into that position where they both comfortably fit before dozing off himself.