Ghostly Danger

The ship lurched, shuddering as a dull thud rocked it to its very core. How long sirens had been blaring was almost anyone's guess. Red and blue strobe lights flashed, spinning, and added an almost sinister ambience to the darker parts of the ship. The significance of them could not be lost even on the civilian techs or scientists of the vessel. Something had gone terribly wrong. Another dull thud made the ship quiver like a leaf in the breeze, and it became more obvious what it was. An explosion. Assault rifles began echoing in the halls, followed by screams... both human and not. A voice ripped through the intercom, computerized and without emotion. "Alert 7. Alert 8. Alert 9." It repeated. "Forces under attack in bays 3, 9, 12." A pause. "Forces under attack in sectors 2, 4, 7."

Again the ship rocked, this time in rapid succession as three blasts went off, the final more vicious than its predecessor. As if something more than ballistic weapons had went up, like a piece of the ship itself. The sounds of fighting spread, came closer, and soon it was a cacophony of noise. A symphony to combat with its paramount choir the dying. Inhuman roars and growls filled the hallway. Zerg. Something hit the dorm compartment door where Officer Jager rest. The sound of claw on steel as it began forcing its way through. Somewhere, failsafe systems... failed, and the door, damaged already, slid open with a bone rattling jar, letting the abomable creature into the room.

For long durations of travel, the crew of any human vessel would under go cryogenic sleep from which they would awaken at the end of their long journey. With faster than light travel though, ships rarely went on voyages that lasted that long. 2nd Lieuteannt Jager was sound asleep in her bed, no cryotube afforded to her at the moment. It seemed like she'd barely laid down. She wore the usual ghost uniform, with various insignia on it including the lone golden bar on her collar to show her rank. It wasn't visible though. Her shoulder pads and chest plate had been removed, as well as her gloves and gauntlets. The top part of her jump suit like outfit had been unzipped and pealed down. Environmental controls weren't working, so it was hot and humid in her quaters. She slept topless.

Normally, she'd got completely nude, but she was far to exhausted to take off her whole uniform. Lucky for her, because the ship was soon rattled and under attack. She thought she was dreaming at first, but suddenly she jumped up with the realization they were under attack. She was only 2 weeks out of the academy. Frightened, she scrambled to remember what the book told her to do. Suddenly, there was a pounding at her own door. She'd forgotten she was topless and tried to fumbled for a pistol or some other weapon, but it was too late. The door was torn open and a lone zergling was upon her before she knew it.

The creature had to scramble to make it through the remains of the door, gurgling and snarling in that fashion that might even be some sort of language for the Zerg. Except it was pretty well accepted that there wasn't much sentience in the beings. Once through, however, it wasted no time hurtling itself at the topless Liutenant, its mass sailing at her what could almost be a graceful arc, its teeth beared wide and claws spread to latch onto the girl.

The lieutenant was a big girl, to say the least. Not constrained by her armor and uniform anymore, or a bra, her big, plump and fair DDs were in full view and completely vulnerable to the zergling's attack. The beauty of her big bosom had never before been allowed to be appricated by anyone. It had never been held or loved on by a man or woman. Now it might lose its chance and its beaufy may remain forever more as a memory. One of her biggest fears right now was having them scarred or disfigured in some other way right now. Some of her ghost training kicked in and she instinctively used her latent psionic talents to enchance her already great physical strength. Her well toned muscles flexed and rippled as she brought her arms up and grasped on to the zergling to keep it from closing in too close. She didn't have much time though. By the time she regained her senses, the creature was literally already on top of her. She didn't dare think about how humilating it would be to die topless like this. She wasn't in much of a position to get the zergling off of her. Right now she just tried to keep its head and sharp limbs up, so they couldn't harm her exposed bust, throat or face.

It screeched its frustration and began randomly clawing, mostly hitting the steel floor around the young ghost. The screeching of the ravenous claw against steel was quite horrid on the ears. Again and again it tried to bite for what whatever was handiest to it. Teeth snapping a mere inch from skin, coming close to taking a chunk from the girl's breast even. Again and again it was thwarted though by the girl's psionically enhanced strength. Outside in the hallway the sound of gunfire increased, combat boots slapping hard against the floor of the science vessel.

She thought of calling for help but couldn't bring herself to do so. She didn't know if she was too prideful, afraid of having someone find her topless like this, or if she was too scared and couldn't muster up the know how. What was going on right now even hadn't fully registered on her mind yet. The muscles in her arms tensed up as they struggled to keep the creature at bay. She moved her head and upper torso from side to side to avoid what attacks the zergling managed to get past her defenses. She breathed heavily, bad for her since each deep breath pushed her chest higher into the air and closer to the zergling's reach. Her big breasts jiggled and flopped around during the intense struggle, coming dangerously close to be bitten by the monster. Had she inhaled a moment later, she may've had a good sized chunk bitten out of one of them.

The creature his through its teeth, thrusting its head out in an attempt to just reach her. Its jaws shooting wide again when it hit its maximum length in its attempts, roaring. Its breath quite rancid. In the struggle, the zergling's saliva had other mouthly juices had dripped pass its teeth, the shaking of its head sending it everywhere in its desperate attempts to bite her. Even now it seemed to almost drool in anticipation of the kill. Most zerg didn't seem to require food, so that was the only possible explanation.

The zergling's breath did smell quite horrible. That was the least of the lieutenant's worries though. She felt the monster's hot breath on her naked skin, sending shivers across her body that she tried to fight back. She tried her best to stay combat worthy, but it was all happening so quick and so fast. Aside from its breath, there was the rush of air on her bare skin every time it took a bit or swung one of its limbs. She couldn't hold out like this. It would win in the end. It had more limbs than her, after all. Its saliva dripped and eventually rained down from its mouth. It was harmless, or it didn't burn at least, but it made her feel all the more incredible violated. This foul creature drooling on her big beautiful breasts, soiling them before they could be soiled by someone she loved.

Its back legs began clawing, catching on hers. It was growing more desperate to kill her, and the closer she got to losing out the more intense it became, as if her will to fight was fading right into it instead. With a desperate lunge once more, throwing its wait onto her, it came so close to sinking its teeth in that she could feel it graze her unprotected shoulder. When its had snapped back it threw its foul fluids all over her, staining her unprotected breasts even further and even splashing into her face and hair. Its gurgling howl was like one of triumph as it began one more terrible, frantic attack.

Her wits were beginning to catch up with her. Good thing too because her body was beginning to fail her. Her muscles ached and screamed at her to stop. She couldn't dare relax though. One moment's relaxation could cost her life, or the disfigurement of one of the most sensitive and precious parts of her body. She quickly moved her shoulder, allowing on the zergling to graze it like it did. This also go her head and hair out of the way of most of its 2nd spray of saliva. Her big breasts were further violated though. Her nipples hardened and her skin shimmered and shined with the combination of the creature's spit and her own sweat. She felt the creature's hind legs clawing at the armor on her boots and realized that her legs were the key. She quickly mustered up enough strength as she could, attempting to kick the creature in the side, which would role them both off of her bed, the zergling onto its back and her on top of the zergling.

The zergling screeched its defiance but, off balance and with little footing, fell prey to the blonde ghost's plan. Woman and beast rolled off the bed and now she was on top. Unfortunately, rather than scramble aimlessly, trying to get its feet under it, it curled and turned its limbs inward, desperately trying to claw and bite the woman with as much fervor as before, and coming quite close yet still.


Finally gaining some of the upper hand, the lieutenant leaned forward, putting her back out of reach of the zergling's hind legs. She quickly positioned herself so that her feet pinned down both of the zergling's front legs and the razor limbs on its back were in no position to strike her form this range. She was now effectively straddling the creature's chest and since she leaned down, her own chest would be right in the kill zone of its jaws. She hesitated briefly. Her arms were free, but she couldn't decide if she wanted to go ahead and grasp the zergling by the head or wait for it to attack and then grab it. Her hesitation might cost her dearly.

The zergling had no hesitations. Its instincts were to kill and therefore there was no indecision in what to do. Since her chest was close enough, it was the chest it went for. Jaws splitting wide with a spray and its neck curling and thrusting its head forward, intent on ripping the beautiful orb from the girls body, as it would any other limb that might come with in range. Since she had leaned forward, it was also easier for its fore-legs to make attempts for the woman's unarmored shoulders and arms, clawing, intent on ripping.

She spread her legs a part as wide as she could get them, or wide enough so as not to lose leverage and allow the creature's front limbs freedom of movement. This put the soles of her boots more at the wrists of the creature's arms than at the elbows or shoulder. The scythe shaped blades on the back were in too much of an awkward position to attack, but then there was the head. She quickly grasped it by the neck, just below its jaws, and pushed back. Her body went cold when she realized how close to disfigurement her beautiful busty bosom had come. Even now, they flopped and jiggled barely beyond the limit of the zergling's teeth. She had the upper hand for now, but she knew this couldn't last in a sheer strength match with a zerg.

She could feel the hot spit and breath off the very teeth of the creature, so close was it as it struggled desperately to get the upper hand once again. It wasn't losing strength at all and failure to kill it or extract herself from the situation would soon prove invariably fatal. The sounds of fighting was increasing and decreasing at rapid intervals in the hallways. Apparently many people were running around, trying to form some kind of solid defense but... as was the case with her, it seemed most of them got caught with their pants down... or shirt off, as it might apply.