Welcome To The Future, Mr. Relic. [IGW x TheUnknown]

It has been 900 years since humanity has reached achievements that one could only dream of, it was beyond their expectations.

By now Humans have colonized many planets, moons, and even asteroids. In fact, they were the most numerous species throughout this quadrant of the Milky Way. Their numbers, persistence, and resourcefulness had even influenced other species that they share the space with.

They forced a Galactic Trade Language onto the quadrant, and made quite a name for themselves among the other species. Some good, some not so good...But they all agreed to one thing; what Humans lacked in wisdom they made up for it with ruthlessness and numbers.

But their terraforming technology wasn't the only one that was quite advanced. On the military and medical field they proved to be quite the competition for the other Factions.

Like today per example...On the Jovian moon called Ganymede.

Doctor Lorenzo Orfeo, a man of Italian descent. He was tall, dark cropped hair, icy blue eyes and a great physique...He was quite popular with the females...But that doesn't matter. He had patients to attend to, and one of them had been 'asleep' for a very long time.

He anticipated some minor problems with this one. Cryo-Technology around, when was it....2100-2200? Yes, that's when Cryo-Technology managed to keep patients alive at that point, and not turn them into frozen corpse-sickles. In fact, as they managed to tweak out the bugs they even started to use the method as a crime sentence. It proved to be successful, and had quite the psychological effect on calming down the individuals. But the best part was that it granted them a second chance to do right again.

The doctor picked up the 'hand terminal'. It was a flat sheet of crystal-like device that was see-through. It was about the size of those retro Iphones a few centuries back.

Upon swiping a finger over it, the interface lit up in a bright orange color as he began to tap away. Sifting through the data of patient 2105-0816-47.

"Drake Relic...a successful assassin...Too successful apparently so they sentenced him to the Cryo," he said as he read the info.

"An Assassin? Oh my...He'll be lost since that profession has practically been outlawed," the female nurse responded.

She was a pretty little thing. Bubblegum pink hair, luscious red lips, a body with curves in all the right places. Build to perfection and nearly indistinguishable from the real thing if it weren't for those subtle lines in her synthetic skin.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too worried for his type. There's always room for people of his..." he tried to think of the right word.

"Background, doctor?" Nurse Mary said, her voice pleasant and smooth.

"Yes, his background." He added some notes into the file, it wouldn't be hard to find a place for him to fit in although the rehabilitation center will most likely try to push him into less violent professions. Perhaps as a miner on one of the asteroids, or a dockworker.

He chuckled at the thought of trying to tame an assassin. And according to his files, this one will never be leashed.

"Alright then, let's commence shall we?"

The android nodded with a smile as she turned to the table in font of her, staring at the patient that was enclosed in some type of incubator. Much like the type they use on premature babies.

The body had already been 'unfrozen' and moved, now it was just a question of 'reviving' them.

So after pressing some commands into the interface of the table, beeps and a soft whirling sound began to be heard. Ever so slowly the changes in pressure, the medicine mixed into the oxygen, etc... would stimulate the body to work on its own again.

But considering that this man was frozen using outdated Cryo-Technology, it was bound to be a rough ride for him. Nausea, coughing, disorientation, shock...

The moment the patient's lungs began to fill with air, the nurse lowered the encasing, trying to sooth him. "It's alright, take your time."

~900 or so years prior~

The world had been advancing far beyond what many had thought possible and while many were okay with this change, one of them in-particular was a little bummed and that particular person was named Drake Relic. Starting his life with a prostitute of a mother and an abusive father, Drake had seen the worst of what humanity was capable of from the moment he was able to open his eyes. Drake had spent many a nights on the streets as a young boy, either fighting with other street kids or talking with local gangs and doing petty thievery work for them to earn his way. By age fifteen Drake killed his first person which happened to be his very own father. A drunken night where he'd beat on Drake and his mom, Drake used a kitchen knife to show the man just how appreciative he was.

His mother had been unconscious due to one too many blows to the head and had later died from swelling in the brain, leaving Drake homeless. After that, Drake dropped off of he radar for the next three years as he'd spent a good chunk of his time working with a local gang till he showed up again around the age of eighteen working as an assassin for said gang. Six years of working for the gang earned him enough reputation and more than enough money to branch out on his own as a freelance assassin for the highest bidder, which turned out to be very lucrative and earned him a LOT of attention from both sides of the law.

Over the next ten years Drake would work his way up the ladder of highest ranking professional assassin's, making it to the top around the age of thirty-four years of age. If someone wanted a job from him, they were looking to pay about four hundred thousand minimum. The higher priority or the more powerful the target, the more money one would be spending. No one was safe from him either. Politician's, judges, cops, drug lords, everyone had a price. However, despite all of that bloodshed, Drake had a golden rule. No women or children and no innocent lives were taken. If his target was a woman, he wouldn't accept the job. It didn't matter how twisted and "evil" the woman was, he refused the contract. Anyone under the age of fifteen was also off limits. Everyone else was fair game.

At the ripe age of thirty-six and in the prime of his career, a competitor and rival assassin ratted him out to the police and after a three day man hunt as well as several police officers killed, Drake was finally caught and sentenced to Cryo-prison. His term was set for one hundred twenty-seven years in Cryo-stasis before being eligible for parole/thawing.

~Present day: Year 3000~

During the time that Drake had been in his Cryo-slumber, he had nightmares of his past before becoming an assassin, re-lived every assassination he'd ever gone through and got to see every mistake he'd ever made. When those memories ran repetitive, his mind started to show him what was going on outside of his cube or just give him a blank sleep until one fateful day that blank sleep was interrupted by sirens and a warm gel slowly melting the ice away from his body and rejuvenating his cells to wake them up. A small electrical charge was pulsed through this gel in order to jump start his heart from the metabolic state that it'd been in and when that happened, the rest of his body responded. Flickers of white lights showed beyond his eye lids as he took in his first breath of air after being without it for however long and a faint pair of voices were speaking.

They sounded like they were behind a concrete wall but he could make out a few words. As he started to hear more like the beeping from monitors and the hissing of machines. He felt his heart rate jack up a notch as an unfamiliar female voice entered his ears telling him to take his time. Take his time with what? Opening his eyes slowly his eyes were blurred and hazy. Blinking several times he lifted his hand to wipe his eyes. When his vision didn't clear he started to panic a bit. He'd gone under with perfect vision. Why did it feel like he was looking through dirty coke bottles?! Looking to his right he saw a blurred shape with pink hair...or something pink on their head and freaked, his fist shooting out as it came into contact with a hard flat surface and cracked whatever it was.

He tried to speak but his throat felt like a desert and his jaw was incredibly stiff. The inability to speak also made his heart rate kick up again as he started hammering his fist into that cracked spot to get out of where ever he was. He could tell the surface was re-enforced given how it would bend rather than shatter like normal glass but his panic and a sudden surge of new-found strength made him easily shatter the glass around the flexible film as he started to deform the capsule front he was behind.

The doctor startled when Drake slammed his fist against the glass case that enclosed him. Clearing his throat he decided to wait it out a bit, patients of the outdated Cryo-Tech. tended to have freak outs but sometimes they calmed down just as fast.

But Drake Relic didn't seem like the type of guy that gave up on a fight...

The doctor glanced at the android nurse, she appeared calm and collected as she observed the patient. Deciding to wait it out just like the doctor while trying to soothe the patient with her voice. "Relax, what you're experiencing is normal. It's side-effects from being Cryo-frozen for so long..."

But Mary sighed when her seemed didn't seem to reach him. And she saw the glass starting to actually take damage she turned to the doctor, "Doctor, I think he'll need a sedative."

Doctor Orfeo nodded and turned around, walking towards the counters that hugged one side of the room. It had multiple cabinets and drawers and on top of them were many items of medical equipment; some looked familiar and haven't been changed for centuries while others looked like they might as well be torture devices if one didn't know any better.

While the doctor was preparing a syringe, Nurse Mary had lowered the glass dome of the examination table and just as quickly placed a firm hand on Drake's chest; pushing him down. Despite being an Android her synthetic skin felt warm, soft, and as elastic as a human's. "Please, remain calm. You are in good hands here, we only wish to help," she said with a small smile.

Emotions was something that was always difficult to grasp for Androids, especially 'young' ones. But in time their Artificial Intelligence learned to form emotions of their own, however, they were as intense as a human. Fear for example, simply did not exist for them. Because what do they have to fear really? Death? Pain? Despite having free will and intelligence they are still machines that used logic over 'feelings'.

She placed both hands on the man now, on splayed across his torso while the other was trying to crane his neck to the side as gently as she could. Her voice remained smooth and soft and gentle as she continued to try to explain the situation to him, "Mr. Relic it will not matter how hard you fight me. I am an Android of the latest models and last I checked our strength is still superior to a human. And..." she paused for a moment when she noticed his eyes darting back and forth but never focusing.

"Doctor, his vision has been compromised," she mentioned before turning her attention back to Drake. "Okay, we understand now that your vision has received some damage. Sadly that's another side-effect of using outdated Cryo-Technology. But do not worry, we'll fix that."

This had dragged on long enough, they didn't want his body to get into shock so without further delay the doctor pushed the syringe into Drake's neck and watched how he slowly grew limp, his breathing slowed down as did his heart rate.

Mary smiled, stroking his hair to comfort him. "There you go. You just calm down now. You'll still be able to hear us but talking will still be difficult. Let your body wake up at its own pace for now, hm?"

The doctor observed Drake, the man had quite some strength...no wonder he was once the best assassin out there. "Let's give the man a robe, Mary. Ehm, Mr. Relic. The sedatives will wear off soon, I gave you a small dose. For now we will give you a hospital robe and transfer you to a recovery room. Nurse Mary will stay with you."

When the dome was over him, Drake immediately went to sit up and look for the nearest weapon but was stopped dead by a single hand on his chest, a small and soft hand which told him it was a female. As he stilled for a moment he heard her voice but his panic and confusion drove him he struggle more, twisting his body to try and get away from her hold without harming her. He was dealing with a female so he didn't want to harm her. However as the other hand and her hips were added his panic took off higher as he really struggled and gripped the material on her hips. However as he did this, he didn't feel bone underneath. He felt something else...

Listening to her voice for a moment he heard the word 'Android'. An android? Really? Well they'd been a thought when he was first tossed into the ice soup so it wasn't too far fetched. How long had he been under? Struggling a bit more he felt a sharp sting in his neck that made his eyes lock onto the person giving him a shot, but moments after that sting his eye lids felt heavy as his limbs stopped working and his heart rate calmed as did his breathing. Finally getting a moment to look around. By now his vision had cleared up a bit more but everything was still blurry, like looking though a window covered in ice. He could make out identified shapes and the nurse above him, but he couldn't get the detailed view that he once had.

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and just nodded to the male voice saying he'd be moved to a recovery room. Trying to focus his eyes hurt and he needed to relax. So he took a little nap while they were moving him, the nap was assisted greatly by the sedative they gave him and when he came to a few hours later he was laying on a much more comfortable surface and could feel a cover of some sort over his lower waist. Opening his eyes he saw the blurred shape of the pink haired nurse off to his right. She had her back to him and she was looking at something. The female had said she was an android.

When he'd grabbed her, her skin felt soft and warm but her internals felt too hard to be bone. Raising an eyebrow he thought back to her voice. It was soft, smooth and devoid of actual feeling like nervousness or fear. Something any normal human would feel with an unknown patient who was having a panic attack. This made him wonder what kind of a reaction she would have to other things. Moving his hand off of the sheet it was resting on, he stiffened his hand and cracked the back of his hand against the soft bubble of her left ass cheek like a paddle.

Any normal nurse would have gotten pretty pissy about that and while still being polite, he'd be in for some rough treatment usually involving some sharper stabs with a needle when taking blood or administering medicine. OR. She'd be turned on by it and laugh it off telling him not to be naughty. Whatever the case was, he was just curious how this android would react to something as off the wall like a slap to the ass.

The room was a single patient room and had a very comfortable bed and still had the same old remote that patients can use to change the bed positions and call aid from the nurses' station.

There was a white oval table with some matching chairs by the large window that provided an awe-inspiring view of planet Jupiter. There was also a small desk with a circle embedded into the surface made from a different material. On it was the similar device that the doctor used, the hand terminal. But it was deactivated.

The lockers were embedded into the walls, along with some drawers. One can still see the contours of them in the wall. It definitely saved room for both the doctors and nurses to do their work and for the patient to move about with their drip-feed.

Other than that the room sort of looked like a very sterile hotel room since it was considered a luxurious hospital.

Nurse Mary had her back turned against the bed as she checked his chart on her hand terminal. Flipping through pages of information about past injuries, his career as an assassin, and so on.

She was very curious about him after his show of strength, it made her...sensors buzz. She even dolled herself up for him by pinning her pink, wavy hair up, giving it a vintage look, and luscious red lips.

And when the patient slapped her butt, it had a subtle bounce to it just like a real butt. But for a moment she paused as an evil smirk crossed her soft lips.

She lowered the terminal and shut it down as she calmly turned around with the sweetest smile ever, "It looks like you're doing much better now, Mr. Relic." her hot pink eyes gave him the once-over and noticed that he was regaining strength already.

She carefully sat down on the bed and awaited, "Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Relic. I'm willing to answer any of them you have...including about us Androids."

She could see the cogwheels tick in his head when she registered the familiar look on his face, one she'd seen many times amongst the males of certain species. She crossed her arms, pushing up her bosom and making them more perky than they already were.

Then all of the sudden she could them being grabbed by the patient, "Hmm," she chuckled with a devious look. "It seems you have some pent up...frustrations, Mr. Relic," she said as he purposefully kept fondling them, giving them a firm squeeze even.

"Nurses aren't allowed to fraternize with patients, Mr. Relic." She slowly bend forward, allowing him a better view of her. "...But I'm not like most nurses..." her voice took a sultry turn as she pressed a button on the remote to light up a small light on the outside of the room, above the door. Indicating that they shouldn't be disturbed as a nurse is 'tending' to her patient.

Her eyes were a hot, blazing pink now, even her synthetic skin began to warm by a degree as the sensors in her breasts began to get a little....overstimulated. It reminded her of the day she made an appointment with the Helix Corp. to upgrade her sensors to increase their sensitivity in certain regions....

Sitting on the cold examination table herself, a handsome young human doctor holding a box that fine tuned her sensors.

The box had wires coming out of them that were plugged into certain parts of her body, cream colored synthetic skin was peeled back so gently and exposed the sensory pathways that covered her entire body like an intricate web.

They had been fine tuning her sensors across her body for quite some time now. So much so that her hydraulics had begun to pump lubricants to her lower regions, even her mouth was starting to get moist. her temperature had risen at least 2 degrees.

The young doctor seemed a bit hesitant at first when he tweaked the sensors again, "Alright let's try again." He grabbed her breasts and began to massage them, squeeze them, flick her nipples, and ...

With an aroused mewl she jumped him and practically tore the plugs out of her body, her eyes bright with need. The only thing the doctor could do was cry for help to his colleague who was in the same room, filling in data.

"Doctor! Help! She- Gahaha! Stop that, that tickles! Miss Mary please, control yourssseeee~"

The male Android turned to stare at the pair, an amused smirk on his lips as Mary was grinding onto the poor doctor's lap. "I keep telling them to double check their behavioral control-levels... they never listen."

Drake was pretty surprised by the comment she made about nurses not being able to fratenize but her comment of not being like other nurses made him raise an eyebrow. Her skin was heating up and from what he could tell with his crappy vision, her eyes were pink. As he felt her lean into his grip he smirked and started to roll her ample breasts in his hands and even tweaked her nipples a bit before reaching past her and pulling her into his lap so that she was straddling his lap. Clearing his throat he spoke but his voice was scrappy and rough.
"I'd love to learn about what Androids can feel."

He said as he sat up and shoved her to her back, using leverage and momentum as he pushed her. Now sitting between her legs he could feel the heat between her thighs and smirked. Moving a strong hand to her panties he moved them aside and cupped a smooth skinned sex.

She was actually slick, some sort of lubricant he assumed. Still it didn't smell like anything specific. Leaning down his free hand locked into her hair as he kissed those plump lips of hers. They were soft as pillows and made him wonder how they would feel wrapped around his shaft. Rubbing his fingers along her clit and sliding them up and down between her folds. Breaking from the kiss he bit her bottom lip and tore her top open to free those glorious breasts of hers.

He'd gone quite a while without a female and it was showing with his ferocity as he growled when her got her nipple between his teeth.

Mary was gripping the sheets and had one knee on the bed when he started to roll her C-cup sized breasts a lot more deliberately, the sensors in nipples jolting with ecstasy as he tweaked them.

She let out a small giggle when Drake grabbed her and made her straddle his lap. Slowly she rolled her hips -very slowly- as she grinded his erection, her pink tongue licking her lips.

She smirked with mischief when he asked her how Androids could 'feel'. "Only one way to find out," she said in a husky voice as she leaned forward, close enough for him to feel the heat coming off her lips.

With a surprise feat of strength she was pushed backwards and fell on her back on the bed, the man nestled between her thighs. Her eyes burned pink when she felt her panties being pulled aside, her moist tongue licking her lips and making the red lipstick shine with slickness.

With a moan she explained, "Our bodies make lubricants to replicate a slick environment for organic genitals. It's harmless when ingested," she gently ran her hand along his chest before he dived for her lips with a firm grasp of her hair.

She kissed like a pro, and her tongue was quick to force itself into his mouth as it began to curl, lick, prod, and explore him. Her content hum vibrating against his skin as her sensors jolted again.

Having both pair of her lips assaulted made her memory banks blur. The way he teased and stroked her clit and folds made her false heart pump in overdrive as her pussy only got wetter.

She pouted at the loss of his lips and sucked in cool air before expelling it back, heated, when he bit her plump lip.

More ecstatic jolts spread across her sensory web, making her limbs twitch for just a second and her eyelids flutter. She practically growled in approval when he liberated her bouncy boobs, aching with attention!

Organic creatures were so much better at making love than an android. Not that she didn't appreciate the advances of her kind, it was a wonderful way of exchanging discoveries and techniques of the arts of love-making.

When his lips wrapped around her nipple and he bit down, she mewled loudly as she dug her fingers into his hair and pushed him harder against her bosom while her legs simultaneously wrapped themselves around his waist...perhaps a little too forceful as her control-levels were beginning to slip.

All this stimulation; her lips bitten, tongues teased, skin to skin contact, her breasts squeezed, nipples tweaked and bitten, clit rubbed,...

Sensory overload!!!

Her false heart hiccuped as it pumped a rush of lubricants to her pussy as she cried out, "OH, you glorious organic creature!!"

Her mouth let out puffs of hot air as her body tried to cool itself down, and as her control-levels were back in check she growled with hunger.

She pushed him back on the bed, reclaiming her position over him. She practically tore his pants off of him as she climbed over him. Giving him a wonderful view of her dripping 'robo-pussy' near his face as she lowered her mouth over the moist cock before her.

"Hmmm," she purred, precum was already lubricating the cock for her. She licked her lips as moisture build up in her mouth. She savored the moment as she slowly lowered her hot mouth to the head but then paused just short.

"Did you know that androids don't have a gag-reflex?" she mentioned with a teasing smirk before wrapping those plump lips around his shaft. Taking him in deeper and deeper down her throat at an agonizing slow pace until her nose hit his balls.

She wiggled her hips to regain his attention and get him to work again!

Drake groaned in approval as she came on his fingers, smiling as she called him an organic creature. Still, as he saw that billow of steam leave her mouth he was a bit surprised by that, not entirely sure what to make of it. Logic told him that like a computer, she needed a way to cool down so releasing the steam and sucking in a breath of cool air was her way of cooling her system.

When she shoved him to his back he grunted a bit and chuckled as his pants were all but torn off of him. When she straddled his face he was about to do what she wanted him to when she spoke and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Feeling those plush soft lips surrounding the head of his cock which made his toes curl. Feeling that slick strong tongue of hers as it worked the underside of his shaft and the pain staking speed she went, swallowing every inch of his cock made him want to reach down and shove her head to the base, but as he felt her nose on his sack he moaned out in approval for her lack of a gag reflex.

"Fuck..."
Was all he managed to get out before lifting his hands and gripping her soft ass cheeks as his mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking on the tight bud and drawing it into his mouth as he used his middle and ring finger to shove inside of her pussy. Working his digits back and forth. He was aiming for her g-spot, assuming she was designed like a human female in terms of anatomy. While doing that, he used her own lubricants to coat his middle finger. Once the middle finger of his free hand was good and soaked he pushed it into her ass and fingered both of her holes.

Working his mouth on her clit, tight licks, strong suckling and pinching the tight jumble of nerves between his teeth, he was also fingering her pussy and her ass. Trying to get her to cum again and make it difficult for her to focus. Androids, he assumed, had good self control but he'd already felt her loose that control once when she'd had her legs around him. The idea that he could make an artificial intelligence loose control and over load was a bit of an ego boost for him.

He'd also noticed she seemed surprised by his strength. Were humans not as strong anymore? He imagined that with the increase in tech over the centuries, humans probably got very lazy so the strength he'd acquired over the years was probably quite a bit more than the average human male today.

To hear him curse before he tackled her clit made her purr, the vibrations of her voice box humming against his cock as she released him with an audible pop.

Her pussy was as soft, fleshy, warm and moist as the real thing and did indeed have its own G-spot. But her pussy had a feature that humans didn't have, well by a small difference. It could accommodate most sizes and stretch along with it further than a human body could, but not obscenely so of course. Synthetic skin could tear after all if pushing the limits.

She rolled her hips with a hum when his fingers worked her G-spot and his mouth suckled on the bundle of sensors.

In appreciation her head dove right back to his groin as her lips wrapped themselves around his shaft again. Her wet and warm tongue licking and massaging him while her plump lips sucked as her head bobbed up and down.

Varying the intensity of the blowjob by switching back and forth between focusing on just the head; giving it licks and lapping up the pre-cum that dripped. To pumping her head and hand with a steady pace as traces of red lipstick began to rub off on his shaft. And then taking him deep down her throat as her strong tongue wriggled about at the underside of the shaft while massaging his balls and digging her nose into them.

Her pussy was practically dripping with fluids as he began to explore her other hole; just as wonderfully designed and made organic females turn green with envy at how effortless the entry was.

She released his thick cock again with a loud moan as her hips began to wriggle more, seeking more pressure and wanting his fingers to delve deeper into her. She panted hot air, trying to cool her systems again as she continued to pump his cock with her hand while relishing in the torture he was giving her.

It wasn't long before her limbs twitched again, her memory banks blurred and fluids rushing from her pussy again as she came hard with a squeal. Slowly riding down that high as she rolled her hips against his mouth.

But she wanted more! If his strength was above average than surely his stamina would too.

With hunger she repositioned herself, straddling herself across his lap again, facing him. She loosened her hair, letting the pink waves flow down till shoulder-length as her hot blazing pink eyes gave him a sultry look. "You are excellent at love-making, Mr. Relic."

Her breasts were bare for him to play with, her natural stiffened pink nipples begging for attention again. She lifted her white skirt and pulled her soaked panties aside before she took his hard cock and slowly slipped him into her slick pussy.

She let out a moan of approval as her body twitched at her pussy being filled again. She gave them both time to relish this moment, "What do you think? A pussy like a real organic woman?" she asked with a playful smirk before she bit her lips and slowly began to grind her clit against his abdomen.

The way this female was working his cock had his eyes crossing from the pleasure that flowed through him and to be honest, he was actually surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had without exploding inside of her mouth just due to the hundreds of years that it had been since he'd last had sex of any kind let alone a mind blowing blow job from an android who was far too talented with her mouth.

Gripping her ass cheek tightly he pushed another finger into the tight anus he was currently fingering while his fingers in her pussy worked harder and faster along with his tongue and lips on her clit. The way she shifted her movements with her mouth, always moving and changing the pressure was both beyond pleasing but was probably the reason that he hadn't busted yet. It never gave him time to focus on a steady stream of pleasure.

When she came again, Drake moaned and winced as she spun around on him again. Hissing as her pussy all but swallowed his cock in a slow descent and when she had all of him buried inside of her, his hands moved to her ass cheeks and gripped them firmly as he panted.

"I'll take that as a compliment coming from someone who's probably had more experience in the last few centuries then I have."

He said with a chuckle before he growled out a moan when she started rolling her hips. Sitting up he gripped her breast in one hand and locked his lips to hers as he came. Blasting several centuries of backed up cum deep within her but he wasn't done. His cock was still hard even after his heart rate calmed and this let him relax a bit more as well. Rolling his own hips with hers as he pushed his two fingers back into the tighter hole of her anus.

"Better start moving those hips or I'll show you how we fucked back in my time."
He said as he yanked her hair, pulling her head back to kiss and bite along her neck and collar while still fingering her ass.

She licked her lips when he hissed and moaned as she rolled her hips. She always enjoyed the expressions these organics have when sexually aroused. Like seeing a hidden side of them; so unashamed, so needy, so...wild!

Her breasts heaved when he gripped them again before locking lips again. Moaning when she felt him spill his seed into her, and by no small amount too!

Her soft lips and tongue explored him again as he was slowly coming down from his high, finding it erotically satisfying to taste her own 'cum' on his lips.

Although...she was surprised to sense that his cock was still as rock hard. Does this mean he's not sated yet? She wondered.

Well judging by his fingers assaulted her ass again quickly answered that...

Before she could respond to his 'threat', her mouth open. She was cut off by a yank of her hair as he began to kiss and nip on her neck and collar all the while his fingers were pumping in and out her ass.

A strangled moan escaped her throat when her sensors began to awaken again. Part of her wanted to test him, see if he'll keep true to his threat but on the other hand being commanded by an inferior being was such a fucking turn on!! Yes!!!

She began to roll her hips more fiercely before forcing herself more upright so she could smack her hips against his as bounced up and down on his lap. Feeling his cock slide in and out of her, at times she would torture him even then with taking him all the way out before her pussy swallowed his cock whole again.

In between the fucking and the panting she managed to get her voice box working, "And...how exactly...did you humans....used to...fuck back then!!!??" she leaned back, supporting herself with her hands as she spread her legs. Making sure that Drake could a good view of his cock disappearing into her slick pussy, his cum still dripping and mingling with her own juices.

When she started to really hammer down on his shaft he loved that feeling. Seeing the blurred view of her breasts bouncing and swaying from the force of her thrusts and feeling her ass jiggle with each impact. Hearing the moans and pants that left her as she was doing this, all of these things coupled with the feeling of her slick walls gripping him were making his hands grip her hips tightly and his thighs tense. When she asked how they fucked in his time he smiled a bit. Oh they had a lot of ways but none that would really help him in terms of an android.

Her little teasing moments of lifting up completely off of his cock then slamming back down was driving him insane and when she leaned back, that was the give he needed. Yes it was lovely to be able to see his cock vanishing inside of her, well what he could make out anyways, but he wanted more. Moving his legs he made her loose balance and shoved her to her back. Turning her onto her hands and knees he pinned her down with his weight and balled the sheets around her arms, trapping them in place. Once her arms were locked in place he lifted her ass into the air and slapped her ass firmly.

Gripping her hips he teased the tight hole of her anus with his cock before shoving it inside, sinking balls deep with a single thrust. Locking his hand in her hair he used her hair, and her shoulder as a grip and yanked her back into his thrusts. Eventually moving his hand from her shoulder and hooking it around her hip to mercilessly stroke her clit while his cock plowed in and out of her ass. One of the nice things about her being an android was that he didn't have to worry about hurting her with abrupt anal sex.

Leaning into her ear he moved his hand from her hair to her neck, putting pressure on her throat as he gripped it.
"This is how we fucked..."
He growled as he showed just how much aggression and stamina he had as his hips started slapping against her ass, matching the rhythm of an applause rather than sharp loud slaps, they were short and deep, many of them taking place in a short time span so that the pleasure was consistent as well as full force.

Her mind began to blur again as her systems continued to heat up, panting more to try to cool herself down. All the while her hydraulics kept up with pumping fluids to keep her pussy nice and slick.

The sensors and that G-spot were jolting with ecstasy as was her ass, and god her breasts and the attention he gave her neck and lips. It won't be long before she would cum again.

And she was so close if it weren't for the sudden loss of contact when he pushed her back and just as quickly, quicker she'd even seen in a human, he flip her over.

Forcing her face to be smushed into the sheets while those same sheets kept her arms locked. She tried to wriggle herself loose, although she could easily tear the fabric she didn't want to destroy hospital's property...It was bad enough that she was 'ruining' her patients from time to time...if one excited her enough.

And Drake certainly...excited her!

She panted, taking the opportunity to calm her systems to recover for another round but jumped when he lifted her ass in the air, exposing herself to him again before he gave her cheek a firm slap.

She practically growled and purred at his actions without being able to see what he's doing. Teasing her tight ass again before shoving his thick cock into her, balls deep.

Feeling his weight on her, the strength he had to use her hair and shoulder to force her ass to slam against his lips, the pressure her sensors were under,...

She was mewling underneath him, were humans really this wild back in the day?

Her sensors were really thrown into overdrive when he worked over her clit while plunging into her ass again and again. The rhythm of their skin slapping against each other and then hearing how smug and proud he was when he told her that this was how they fucked!

Feeling the pressure on her throat while he relentlessly slammed into her. It was enough to make her hot pink eyes roll back into her skull as her pussy began to gush with fluids when she came hard with a moan.

Her body hadn't been worked over this hard since...since...since EVER!
She grunted and gritted her teeth, "Ahh! Yesss!! Don't stop!!" she said as she felt another pleasurable wave of electricity coursing through her systems.

If she wasn't careful she could shut down at any moment. And a nurse shouldn't be seen with her ass in the air, filled to the brim with cum and twitching.

Drake grit his teeth as she came for the umpteenth time and this made her anal walls grip him relentlessly. He actually had to slow his thrusts so that he didn't cum right then and there. Being stuck in an ice cube for as long as he did, having a panic attack then jumping straight into fucking wasn't really helping his strength recover. Still, that being said, it wasn't stopping him either. Right as she came down from her orgasmic high, he was right back at it.

His hips never stopped and as a light sheet of sweat coated his skin his pants turned into more growling them open mouthed panting. The grip on her throat grew a bit stronger only allowing a restricted amount of air into her body to cool her systems and the hand on her clit never stopped moving. Enough so that his hand actually started cramping.

A good five minutes of this went on before he felt her cumming again and that was what he'd been waiting for. She seemed to really let loose when cumming and didn't have the greatest control. So he took advantage of that.

Pulling out of her ass he rolled her to her back, her wrists still tangled in the sheets above her as he straddled her chest, sitting just above her breasts. Reaching down he gripped her hair by the back of her head and lifted her head, forcing his cock all the way down her throat till her nose was pressed into his pelvis before releasing a deep guttural moan.

Mary would be able to feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock as it pulsed and sent a torrent of semen down her throat. His grip flexed in her hair as he ground his hips into her face, growling out his orgasmic moan before holding his cock there till it stopped spilling his seed. Slowly pulling his hips back, he left a light trail of cum in her mouth as he pulled free and flopped onto his back.

Laying spread eagle as his muscles burned from over using them and his chest heaved while trying to get air into his lungs. After a few moments he sat up and helped work her wrists free before pulling the android into his arms and stroked her shoulder as he caught his breath.
"Was that...your way of...welcoming me to the future?"
He asked between panted breaths.

Mary had lost track at how many times she came; her temperature was heating up, too much even since Drake had decided to block off her venting system...which was her throat. Her memory banks were blurring again, her vision was starting to malfunction, even her hydraulics were having trouble lubricating not only her pussy and ass but also the joints and other machinations with all the cumming she was doing.

To translate things, her body was on the verge of being shut down. The Android equivalent of passing out.

She barely registered that he started rubbing her clit and pulled out of her ass when she was flipped over again. Her hands above her head, her breasts bare before him again, and panting like a dog on a hot summer day on Mars.

She struggled with thinking straight when she watched him straddle across her torso and shoving his cock down her throat before she could say anything. Her body really needed to cool down but...FUCK IT!

Her sultry eyes looked up at him as he pumped in and out of her throat, shoving them all the way down till her nose hit his pelvis, again and again. All the while she tried to focus to keep on sucking and making sure not to spill a single drop as her tongue massage and wriggle him with strangled moans.

She practically came again when she felt him pump out his seed deep down her throat.

She needed to volunteer more at the Cryo-Clinic if this is what human males are like or any other alien male. With all the cum her body had been 'drowning' in she could easily break it all down and have a week's supply of hydraulic fluids to lubricate her inner workings.

She let out a desperate gasp of air as she took deep breaths of cool air when Drake pulled out of her, FINALLY! Bouncing a bit when he flopped back on the bed.

Her pussy was creampie'd to the brim while cum stained her tongue and lips. When she managed to regain her senses a bit she licked her lips as her eyes slowly turned to a soft shade of blue.

"Wow..." she spoke tiredly. Who knew...an Android could get tired? Oh wait, yes of course we can, we need to recharge our batteries every now and then. But, didn't she recharged herself this morning?

She felt him move again when he came back to he to free her hands and then...to her surprise decided to cuddle with her?

Hm, maybe he was still a bit disorientated or confused, or even feeling a bit scared from the Cryo? Or maybe this was some old trait from the old days?

Nevertheless she let him as she rested her head against his shoulder, she could use the extra time to cool off more while her systems recovered.

She chuckled when he asked her about her 'welcome', "I don't usually do this. At least not to patients who need serious recovering but with you I made an exception." Well, not entirely a lie...She usually aimed for patients that were about to leave the hospital, nearly recover and had the strength to fuck. And only for those she thought might have a thing for playing patient and naughty nurse.

That reminded her, she propped herself up and gently placed her hands on his face as she checked his eyes. "It seems that your eyes are still damaged. The doctor was hoping that it would be a temporarily side-effect...You're going to need new ones." she said, like suggesting 'new eyes' was the most normal thing in the world.

Which it was. Cybernetic replacements were the new 'transplants' of the...well, since multiple centuries to be fair. Most people could afford them now, the basics at least. If one wanted to add features or aesthetics then that of course would cost extra.

After they both recovered she helped him get back to bed and catch up on sleep. Almost turning motherly before she decided to go to the little girl's room to freshen up and toss those panties cause frankly they were ruined.

On second thought...a souvenir would be nice. Plus she couldn't wait to gossip to her Android friends about her latest sexual adventures. Androids were shameless like that...

*****​

It's been several weeks now since Drake had been staying at a rehabilitation center for Cryo-patients.

Mary had been visiting him frequently, one could say that they have become friends even. She enjoyed the moments where she could teach him about the world today, and hear about the stories of the world before. It was very educational.

She was seated in a chair by his bed, reading a magazine. There was an interesting article about the 'Iron-Beards', in Drake's words they were the 'Dwarven Kardashians of the future'.

Drake had finally decided to get 'new eyes', cybernetic replacements to cure him of his blindness since glasses were almost non-existent these days.

They were mostly reserved for the poor...

'New eyes'. Really now? Thinking back to her saying that he'd made his own little comment of how his eyes didn't just pop out of his skull without massive amounts of pain following shortly after. The series of giggles she'd given him after let him know that she had some concept of sarcasm which was good to know. Over the course of his rehab, Drake had come to learn that humans in this time period were down right pathetic in terms of physical strength. Relying so heavily on their technology to a point that physical labor was reserved for those of a poor class.

During his physical rehabilitation he'd stunned his doctors and the androids there by lifting three times what the normal weight was for someone of his age. To him however, that wasn't a compliment...it was an embarrassment. He was still weak from being frozen for so long so that wasn't even his full capability. Thus this made Drake spend a lot of time working out with any weights he could find and running at different altitudes to make sure his lungs could adapt to climate changes.

More than once he'd started running with a human who was out for a run and ended up not only passing them but also lapping them. What the fuck?! It almost wasn't worth being an assassin anymore as no one had to physical oomph to stop him. When the time came for his eye surgery, he was a little nervous since he'd just gotten his strength back but was about to be stuck in bed for 12 hours. His chats with Mary over the weeks had been rather informative for both of them as they were both learning things.

Learning about how he was stuck on a planet where humans thought their shit didn't stink was not a pleasant thought and just let him know that he had to get off of said planet as quickly as possible if he wanted to stay out of prison. Luckily he was a new member of the society and had a nifty little patch on his arm that told people what year he'd been frozen so they knew he was VERY new.

Coming to after the surgery, Drake slowly opened his eyes and felt like he was looking through a computer screen. His eyes adjusted in distance, rendering what he was seeing then he turned his attention to a stunning woman beside him. The pink hair really let him know who it was as he sat up slowly and looked her over more carefully.
"Always a nice thing waking up to a beautiful woman at your side. Least back in my time it was. Though it'd help if you were naked."
He said as he winked and rubbed his eyes tenderly.

These eyes would be a little difficult to get used to but it was nice to be able to see so clearly. His eyes adjusted to the different light settings in the room compared to outside and he even had a zoom feature almost.
"Well this is some nifty shit."
He said as he chuckled then looked at her as she seemed confused.
"What? Do I have drool on my face?"

Drake was quite popular at the clinic due to his feats of strength. Well, not just for his strength...granted it was impressive for the Jovian people of Ganymede to see the skills of an 'Earthling' but the people of the Jovian moons have always favored intelligence and status over strength. So for most it was a chance to talk to a human who lived on Earth around the era where the air was still breathable and the earth was fertile...

Mary had explained to him how 'Humans' had evolved over the centuries. Technology aside of course, the humans of the Solar system had overtime favored Wealth, Intelligence and Status over hard labor and humbleness. Even breeding became more selective to only introduce the best genes into someone's bloodline and to increase ones' power through strong family ties which makes arranged marriages very popular these days.

Earth had long since become too toxic to call it habitable, the air is thick with pollution and the water has turned to sickening sludge. The outcasts of the universe hide there, and the poorest of the poor which makes it a perfect place for crime to call the shots, a black market paradise.

Meanwhile Mars became terraformed to become the new earth but the project has been abandoned as it has large fertile oasis at best, it is where humanity's 'middle-class' can be found and where most of humanity's military comes from.

As for the rest of the system, the most viable moons of the planets have become populated while Neptune and Uranus have mining stations that drill ice to supply planets and budding colonies, and Pluto became a maximum security prison under human authority.

Then there were the Orion-folk, colonies outside the Solar System known to be the 'rednecks' of humanity. Struggling to become a nation of their own but have managed to co-exist perfectly with other species to the point of becoming very open to interspecies relationships.

If Mary had to pick a place for Drake to feel at home with, it would probably be the Orion-folk, maybe Martians.

*****

Mary was off-duty so she wore a simple brown woolen sweater and dark jeans with some fashionable tears here and there and brown boots.

The Martians have tried to maintain their Earthen roots unlike the rest of the Solar system which wore...ehm, more eccentric styles.

She set her magazine aside and tucked a pink lock of hair behind her ear as she turned to him, smiling and knowing that he'd need time to adjust to this new type of 'seeing'.

With a chuckle she said, "Now you see the world the way I see it. It'll take some time to get used to it from what I've heard."

She arched a dark brow when he gave her a funny look, and kept on staring at her. She blinked a few times at his compliments of calling her a beautiful 'woman'. If her cream-colored skin could blush she probably would.

People always seem to remind an Android that they were in fact, Androids...and never a woman or a man. To be seen as 'human'...

She was stunned at how easy he treated her as an equal but she smiled and shook her head, waving it off when he asked her what was wrong. "Uhm, nothing. Eh- Anyway, your 'features'," she said as she made an air quote motion with her fingers can be controlled by your brain functions. Basically you just 'think' and it will do what you want it to...If it's installed."

She looked around the room and then pointed at a painting on the wall, "Try to zoom in on that. Just imagine that you want to take a closer look at it," she said as she fiddled with her hair. That compliment still threw her off.

Drake blinked a few times as he sat up and looked around the room as she motioned with her hand, taking into account everything she'd told him. Brain functions, how his eyes would do anything he thought as long as he had the proper upgrades. He'd been looking into the Bounty Hunter profession so he'd gotten a few upgrades for his eyes that would help him with that particular field. Looking to the picture he thought the word zoom and soon he was looking at some very small details in the paint of the picture rather than the picture as a whole.

This would take some getting used to. Zooming out a bit he managed to work at it for a bit, learning the different variables with the zoom feature. He also tested the infrared vision he had, night vision and rapid movement's which allowed him to view multiple areas in a short time span, almost like taking a bunch of snap shots and filing them in his brain. As he sat there he looked at Mary for a moment.

"I heard that most bounty hunters bring along a medic with them. Someone who can act as a healer to go on their travels with them since finding a hospital in the field isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. Think you'd be interested in tagging along with me? It's not something you need to answer right now. Just putting the offer on the table."
He said as he smiled a bit and blinked his eyes a few times as he noticed his mechanical eyes were getting dried out a lot faster than his organic ones.

Spending a few days off and on with Mary, learning how to properly use and maintain his eyes, Drake finally went to the Bounty Hunter's guild when he was released from the hospital. Getting to the guild was something that had taken a few wrong turns and stopping for directions. However when he got there he looked around for an attendant to help him. Finding an android behind a desk he walked up and handed her his registration card that the hospital had given him.

"My name is Drake Relic. Apparently assassination is really frowned upon here so I was told that a Bounty Hunter would be my best bet?"
As he looked around he heard the android gasp and when he looked down she had every single one of his previous kills on a holographic record. Well over 200 confirmed kills and most of them were high level assassinations. Apparently he was somewhat of a popular discussion in terms of freelance contractors. God he felt old.

"While it's an honor to meet you, we need to make sure you can handle yourself with some of the changes involved. Hand to hand combat, weapons and armor."
Drake nodded as he looked around at a gathering of Hunters.
"So who should I face them?"

Mary was sitting in the chair by his bed, guiding him through the features of his eyes when he offered her a chance to join him on a new career but she hesitated.

Sure, she's a trained medic but her skill set was programmed for a nurse's position at stationary hospitals like this clinic. She didn't have any experience nor knowledge about providing medical aid on a battlefield.

Well battlefield is a strong word. Bounty Hunters chase after wanted posters, dead or alive. And at times even did the dirty work of some government or powerful corporation.

Mary had a friend who was in the business of bounty hunting, and from what she remembers the woman said that medical equipment wasn't the best around and mostly outdated unless you had the funds for quality.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, biting her lip as she pondered, "That is true. People with medical training are high in demand for the Guild. But I am a 'Medic-Class' Android, we're mostly designed for hospitals like this one. I'll have to think about it..." she trailed off, clearly hesitant.

Androids do not know fear (or shame), it is a concept that is foreign to them. But their logic makes them aware that contracting viruses, or being erased is -not- a good thing. For either them or the organic beings around them. And sadly being a member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild increases those chances by a lot.

"I'll think about it," she repeated herself with a smile, her eyes green and warm.

*****​

The past few days were actually quite exciting for Mary. While Drake had yet to be released from the hospital, she managed to sneak him out so he could explore the city.

And Drake managed to try out and explore some of the new technology and cultural changes that have happened when he was in Cryo sleep. Mary even bought him some clothes of his choosing since the poor guy didn't even had a wardrobe.

She had referred him to a Martian fashion store for men as they still tried to keep their Earthen roots and therefor the style came closer to what he was used to.

And in exchange for another hot, steamy make out session she made a few calls to her friend to see if she could put in a good word for Drake. And it was during that phone call that Mary decided to join Drake and switch careers from nurse on Ganymede to a bounty hunter.

*****​

It was certainly tricky to find the Prometheus Station as the director had decided to change its location at the last minute. After a few pit stops and a couple of phone calls later Mary's contact came through again and gave them the new coordinates for the station.

The guild had a habit to change locations, it was out of self-preservation mostly and to protect the bounty hunters from the many enemies they make. Very powerful enemies.

The station was so massive it was practically a city on its own. The docks were quite busy with ships coming and going. If anything it functioned almost like the airports of old Earth; different terminals, hallways with information about who's 'parked' where, and plenty of helpdesks to provide the latest information about crews and jobs.

But the freakiest of all to Drake must've been the many different species of guild members. From blubbering alien slugzoids to graceful elves with a mean streak.

Mary and Drake approached one of those helpdesks at their docking terminal. Mary kept looking around for her friend while Drake chatted with the Android. They were suppose to meet her here but figured that they'd get most of the paperwork out of the way already.

Sybille Rousseau, a woman of many secrets was wandering around the docks in search for a certain pink-haired Android.

Her dark heels clicked against the metal flooring, her pencil skirt tight around her ass and her somewhat sheer white blouse revealed a dark bra underneath.

She was a woman that screamed elegance and class -way- beyond anyone's league. She would probably fit very well among the Jovian Society, or even the High Elven ones. She had flawless pale skin and hair as dark as the Void.

She approached the pair with a smirk as she listened to Drake interact with the Android assistant. So cocky and confident that he could take on anyone as she watched him eye a couple of hunters that heard the name 'Relic'.

Mary had given her his hospital files in the hopes on finding a suitable crew for him. But Sybille Rousseau had a soft spot for 'old' Earthlings, she always went the extra mile to help out one of those Cryo-sleepers.

Sybille chuckled as she took off her sunglasses to reveal emerald eyes, "Eager to prove yourself, Mr. Relic? The Arena on Deck E will be a more suitable place to test your skills." she spoke in a middle-eastern accent before reaching out her hand to shake his. "Follow me, we'll have to take the shuttle, it's quicker."

While heading towards the Arena Sybille explained to them how the station functions. It had several Decks that were dedicated to various concepts.

There was the living quarters where hunters could rent rooms and makes this their home, it was limited however to hold 2 people per room. The majority of people here were practically nomads, living on their ships or moving from planet to planet and station to station. The rooms itself were simple and small but had the bare necessities to live comfortably.

Then there was the deck that was dedicated to entertainment and stores; it had everything from brothels to the latest weapon-tech. Anything a hunter would find useful. And then there was the smaller deck where crews could look for jobs or use the several conference rooms to discuss business. Although not all hunters belonged to a crew there were those that preferred to work solo.

The Arena looked exactly like an arena. Many hunters used it for practice or testing out new gear while others held some healthy competitions. It even had some bleachers for an audience.

There were a couple of other hunters making use of it already, testing out gear and honing their skills. But there was one huntress that sat aside on a bench with her legs crossed observing the newcomers.

She was definitely something to look at with her outerworldly vibe; dark purple skin, full purple eyes and hair that was white with black streaks as contrast. But she definitely was of the demon-kind with her antler horns and scaly patches.

The clicking of her heels was what alerted him to her presence, and when Drake turned he felt a chill crawl up his spine. Something about this woman was making him rather uneasy. She had an old air to her, her eyes especially had an almost ancient knowledge to them but she looked so young. Then again, he was nearly a thousand years old himself so hey. Who was he to judge. Following after her Drake was getting more and more giddy mainly because he was finally going to be able to do something that he actually enjoyed.

Working out in front of doctors and dealing with them sticking him with needles wasn't fun. Sure the occasional romp in the sheets or heavy make out session with Mary made up for that but Drake was a fighter, so the idea of an arena was what he wanted. As they walked and listened to Sybille, Drake made small mental notes of everything she was saying. Some of his funds from earth...way back when, had been turned into the current currency so that made him a fairly wealthy person already.

Sure his money had been seized by the government but since that was all in the past, they chose to give him about half of what he'd had, which was still a healthy amount. He'd already given half of his money to Mary, telling her to invest in whatever medical equipment she thought was best for the money she had. In the currency of today, she was working with almost 2 million so it gave her plenty of room to get the better quality medical equipment. He also paid for some upgrades for her that included some hand to hand combat as well as weapons and armor knowledge.

Getting to the Arena, Drake looked down at the arena and spotted the two people that were in the center, then he caught sight of the female sitting on her own. Raising an eyebrow he looked over the situation. The female looked bored, like the humans in front of her were a comedy rather than a pair of fighters. Her breathing was even and calm, while her body relaxed. So she wasn't faking her boredom, she was genuinely bored out of her skull. Oh good. Walking down the stairs he completely ignored the two currently fighting. They'd move, or get moved. Walking right up to her he smiled as he looked at her.

"Care to spar? You look bored, so allow me to get your blood pumping."
He said as he looked like a kid in a candy store for the first time. He was super excited, and he could tell just by the look she gave him, she thought he was a rookie. Good, that's what he wanted her to think. As she moved into the free space of the arena with him, Drake did notice the growing crowd but he just squared off with the female and smiled at her the whole time even as she warned him that the pain would still be the same, but the fight would stop upon surrender or knock out. No killing was permitted. Lifting his arms in a fighting stance he widened his stance a bit and as soon as the timer started counting down, he let this strange female see his expression shift drastically.

Assassin's were master's of deception. He'd played the role of giddy rookie but as the timer counted down, his expression hardened to that of an assassin who'd taken more than a few lives. Cold and heartless. He was stone faced and focused, his breathing calm and his muscles on edge. As the buzzer sounded to begin he rushed her. Throwing powerful strikes at her and as he saw her eyes widen from the shock of this unarmored human coming at her much harder than a normal human would, he ducked low, and spun hard. Kicking his foot out to sweep her leg up. As her feet came off of the ground he was right back up and beside her, bringing a solid fist to her right cheek and sending her slamming into the arena floor and bouncing away a few feet.

Unlike rookies who would gain confidence over that shot and rush in without any real awareness of her abilities, Drake stayed where he was, lifting his arms yet again and focusing on her body language. No verbal bantering, no goading her on. He was silent and focused, watching her to see how she'd respond to this new strength and speed. Assassin's had to be able to adapt at a moments notice as well as learn quickly. When he'd punched her, those scales had hardened at the last second so his knuckles were a bit sore at the moment but he knew the impact had still hurt as he'd seen blood squirt from her lips as his fist made contact.

Mary was just as excited as Drake was but for different reasons. This was a new world for her. Day in and day out she had to tend to patients on Ganymede, humans spoiled by riches who have a superiority complex. And now here she was, between crowds of rugged fighters of all cultures and species. Her eyes flashed yellow with excitement.

While Drake had given her a budget to work with to buy better equipment she had yet to find out what was needed to be honest. Were they going to be a team on their own? Will they become part of a crew? Will that crew have a ship with a medical bay on board? Who knows!!? But she couldn't wait to discover their future!

Sybille was about to say something when she saw Drake wandering off and heading straight for the Anunaqi sitting on a bench. "He certainly knows how to pick his targets," she mentioned to Mary.

The pink-haired Android was gawking around before she turned to her friend, following her gaze she too saw the Anunaqi. "He's not familiar with demon-kind yet, or any other species besides Humans and Android."

Xa'rinya was sitting on the bench with her legs and arms crossed. She saw the young human walk over to her like some excited sand wolf pup. Another newbie trying to prove themselves, she thought.

While they were interacting and preparing for a sparring session Sybille walked over to an interface device as she began to tap in a few commands. All of the sudden there were a couple of floating bots whirring and beeping around her.

"Don't just stare at me, broadcast it," she said with a shooing motion as she pointed at the pair in the arena. She opened up a window and typed in 'Drake Relic and Xa'rinya'. Now every deck should have the battle displayed on its public screens with a scrolling text at the bottom of it.

It won't be long before the curious start crowding in. It's not every day where a reputable assassin of Old Earth and a Black Demon face off.

The 6' ft Xa'rinya followed Drake to the center of the area after being convinced. She had an athletic body build forged from centuries of combat and hunting. Her armor was actually quite...primitive? Considering that most people here are in the space-age phase of their civilizations.

She wore a pants made from what looks like black scales of some animal with sandals. Her abdomen were protected by some type of chitin plating with bits of fur poking from behind while her bosom was confined within grey cloth. And her sword arm had that gladiator styled armguard made from similar scales as her pants but the shoulder had chitin plating.

"We no hold back," she said in an accent that reminded humans of a mix between Russian and Middle-Eastern, "Match over when we surrender or can no longer fight. No killing." Her fangs would be clear to see whenever she spoke.

She tried not to sigh in boredom when she saw Drake getting ready but then something changed. The arena was too bright for her to properly see the determined look in his eyes but she could tell by the subtle movements and the calmness of his breathing...He was no rookie...

As the timer counted down she decided to remove the armguard and the chitin plating around her abdomen to even out the odds between them. She kicked the armors aside just as the buzzer sounded.

The speed at which he rushed her surprised her for a human. She managed to give out some blows herself but in the end he was the one that brought her down which doesn't happen very often.

She gasped as the air was knocked out of her when he slammed her down the floor and then brought down his fist against her face.

The human was smart to walk away after that moment. She slowly got up and wiped the purple blood from her lips. If it weren't for her poor eyesight she would've tackled him already and pushed him to the limits...but she didn't want to embarrass herself by missing him...

She took her position back, focusing on her hearing and sense of smell more than her eyes. And it was something that probably showed with Drake with the way she didn't look directly at him.

"You have done this before," she said to him, "Good to know that mamūxc like you can still fight without fancy toys."

As Drake watched the female stand he looked at her as she stood there, watching her with his new eyes which did an amazing job of pinpointing her flaws. Watching as she stood up he saw the slight angling of her head and the way her eyes weren't focusing on him per say. Moving to the right he was sure to step a bit harder than he normally would and watched as her head cocked in that direction. Smirking a bit he stayed quiet as she spoke and reached for two metal batons. Holding one in each hand.

From what he could see, she didn't have the greatest eye sight, which meant she focused more on hearing and scent. Well there wasn't much he could do about his scent at the moment, but sound was another story. The crowd that had gathered were cheering them on, betting on who would loose and as he held the batons he knew that any good fighter could tone out the on lookers but for someone who relied on sound, that would be a frustration.

Moving a bit more, this time quieter, he got about four feet away from her and reached out with the batons, smacking the two metal pipes together and letting the sharp ringing of the metal be the first thing that greeted her ears. He wanted to know just how sensitive her hearing was. Staying at a safe distance he slapped the pipes together then used the cover of that ear splitting sound to move around her so that he was now standing behind her. Waiting and watching.

Since Xa'rinya was more focusing on her hearing and sense of smell now she didn't bother with getting her hair out of her face.

She tried to filter out Drake's movements from the noises from the betting crowds and the whooping of her fans, and then the whirring buzzing sounds from the cam-bots that were broadcasting their sparring session.

But she wasn't a fool, she knew he picked up on her weakness as his footing weren't as quiet as before. Which was odd for someone of his experience. But she wouldn't be surprised if he was going to use that weakness in his favor.

When he smacked those pipes together, she couldn't help but cover her ears from its sharpness but a huntress knows her prey.

She figured he'd toy with her for a bit she she spun around and lashed out with a clawed hand. Then again and again.

Heads ducked and fists collided as the two got serious in their battle. And she must admit that this was the first human that was able to keep up with her so far. But her pride reminded her that it was only because of how bright it was here.

In the darkness would be a whole different story.

Drake looked at her as she swung out wildly and sighed a bit. So she was at a disadvantage from her eyes. He'd fought people like her before. Light sensitive. Not to this degree of course but he'd still done it. Tossing the pipes to the side he looked up at the crowd and hollered to Mary's friend.
"Hey, three things! One, tell those people to shut up! Two, turn the lights off, all of them. Three, get those little camera bots out of here. I want a fight, not a spectacle."

He called out as he looked back at his opponent.
"It's not worth it if you're not at your full potential. Can't learn from those who are hindered."
He said as he stepped back and got low to the ground. Watching her as his eyes adjusted to the loss of light. The camera's were still there but they'd stopped floating around which was nice. The people hadn't shut up either but she'd be able to see now as the room was plunged into darkness. Then Mary's friend seemed to kick it up a notch as the floor shifted and large pillars formed out of the floor. Giving them some things to use as cover as well as to climb.

With his new eyes, Drake was able to see perfectly which was very nice, but he could also tell that the level of danger just went up drastically as his opponent could see as well. Now, Drake was in assassin mode. Moving like a ghost, being very careful with his footing as he was practically soundless along the floor. He'd removed his shoes so that his bare feet were much quieter than the heavy shoes he'd been wearing. He'd ditched the weapons too, which made this as even of a fight as he could. No weapons, just skill against skill.

Xa'rinya paused when he spoke but not to her. Her brows arched when he requested for the lights to be turned off. The human was more observant than she gave him credit for. She wondered if he had any of those artificial objects within his body.

But it seems he had his pride and honor as well, preferring an honest fight instead of winning for the sake of winning. That's something she could definitely appreciate.

Sybille Rousseau smiled and tried her best to fulfill his wishes, sadly there was nothing she could do with the rowdy crowd. But after tapping away on the interface again she dimmed the lights of the arena down to almost complete darkness.

The audience wasn't too bothered by the dark, they were bounty hunters after all. Almost all of them had some form of aid to see in the dark; night vision goggles, heat-signature readers in their helmets, their own personal helper-bots that provided night vision with a direct feed to the PDA's attached to their wrist guards. And those that didn't have those luxuries simply crowded around those that did.

But Sybille also wanted to make things more interesting by altering the terrain of the arena as large metallic pillars of all shapes and sizes emerged from the floor.

And the Cam-bots have been commanded to keep their distance and use their zoom features instead to keep broadcasting.

Xa'rinya side stepped a bit when she felt the floor underneath rumbling, and soon a pillar rose from where she stood just a few seconds ago.

She pushed her hair out of the way as her vision cleared, glancing around briefly she saw how many people had gathered and memorized the layout of the floor. She tied her hair together as she did before her eyes rested on Drake.

"Take your time to adjust..." she said to him as she wasn't in a rush and would rather have him at his best.

While Drake was adjusted Xa'rinya began to wander around leisurely the maze of pillars and disappeared from his view. She didn't have any weapons to begin with, having left them behind in her rented room.

Xa'ra was waiting behind one of the pillars when Drake was slowly passing by. As soon as she saw her chance she grabbed him and slammed him against one of the pillars. Her fist coming down hard towards him.