She giggled wickedly. “It is meaning I am having control over them. Which is meaning I can use them to destroy this place!”
Almost every ship, especially the big ones, had nanobots. Their primary purpose was to monitor the hull for integrity. However, they could also do some minor repairs to the hull in case that integrity was compromised.
However, if someone took control of them, and then used that same ability to instead begindiggingholes into the hull…
Haven was such a vicious, devious, evil little thing. Her foot was bouncing happily as she did whatever technological magic she worked to gain control of the ship. While everyone was trapped inside, unable to get the evac pods to launch, she was digging tiny holes into the hull.
The pressure difference from inside a starship to the vacuum of space, on the whole, wasn’t actually that drastic. Sure, the vacuum of space wanted to suck all the air from a room, but holes, if they were small, could only pull air out so fast. And doing it that way meant Haven could slowly, gradually, carefully drain the ship of all its air. And while the ship crew should have the envirosuits as well, there would be those that hadn’t put theirs on for whatever reason.
She was methodically, evilly, wickedly being a danger to everyone on this ship. Doing everything he’d known was a possibility when he first realized there was someone moving around the Humility’s walls. Haven, for all that she was small and innocent appearing, was an absolute problem to an entire starship.
So beautiful.
Vytln leaned against the wall, trying to rest the more injured side of his body, as she muttered and mumbled to herself from above. He wasn’t aware of what she was doing, but he could see the sealed doors at the end of the halls and could see, based on the control console beside the door, the moment the halls to their other sides started losing pressure.
All the bulkhead doors closed and sealed, airtight, the moment the ship detected a hull breach. They didn't lock, however. Just because all doors sealed didn't mean all areas of the ship were compromised. It was a safety feature to ensure that the breach was contained.
However, if the area beyond a doorwasdepressurized, the force of it would pull on the bulkhead door. Not much. Just enough that it would trigger the permanent lock, keeping anyone from opening the door accidentally. It was a failsafe so that no one was locked up in a ship if they didn't have to be, but also so that no one would open a door to a breached area and spread the breach further. The best part was that it required no power to do so. Even in the event of total power failure, the locking system would still be in place, keeping any surviving crew and passengers safe.
By looking at the consoles, he could tell the moment the other side became depressurized, because the console suddenlyturned red, flashing slowly, warning anyone that might try it that the door could not be opened. That it certainly shouldn’t be. First one door, then the other, until the hall they were in was surrounded by the vacuum of space.
Haven’s foot disappeared, and a moment later her head was poking over the side of the ceiling tile. She looked so preciously evil as she smiled down at him.
Perfect. He had an absolutely perfect mate. Even broken and battered and pained, he felt his cocks twitching, trying to rise for her. Eager to breed such a wonderful female again just to make sure his younglings were as powerful and formidable as her.
It wasn’t the time, of course. Not because he was injured. He didn't think any injury – save probably one directly to his cock or sac – would be enough to deter him like that. Only because he couldn’t safely get her out of that suit did he not take her now. Right in the heart of their enemy’s ship, fucking on top of their victory over them, would be an excellent way to finish this out.
But he wouldn’t put her at risk like that. It didn't matter that his envirosuit readouts indicated that the air around him was still pressurized, assuring him that she’d kept them safe. The hull breach was only one door away to either side of the hall. He would not risk her in that manner.
The moment he had her in a safe place, however, he was going to strip her out of that suit, and spank her little ass, punishing her for being such an evil, wicked female. Then fuck her until she screamed, rewarding her for the very same. Oh, he could not wait to build her new trap. He was going to include so many places to strap her down, to tie her up, to claim her while she squirmed and thrashed and screamed, defying and tempting him in equal measure.
“I’ve most of the ship broken,” she said, completely oblivious to the direction his thoughts had taken. “I’m only missing this hallway, the bridge, and the engine room. I don’t wanting to damage any of the bridge consoles so we can still use them. And I’m having the nanobots overloading the engine and subspace generator so we can make this place exploding!”
“Great work,” Vytln praised, so proud of her. “You can decompress the bridge though. All the components there will be safe to continue working even in the void.”
“There are people in there,” she said, giving him an odd look.
“There are people all over the ship,” he agreed unsure of what she meant.
“Yl’ln is in there,” she said. Still gazing at him with those patient, expectant eyes.
Ah. She thought he would be conflicted about killing the female that he had once considered taking for his mate.
But he hadn’t claimed Yl’ln. Instead, Yl’ln had let Kldyn claim her. Vytln had a better female. And while he wasn’t precisely comfortable with the idea of killing females in general, when it came down to it, this was a matter of survival, and everyone else’s life was forfeit if it meant protecting Haven.
“Is there anyone else in the bridge?” He asked.
“Four others.”
“Bridge crew. Navigation and pilot at the very least. Unless Kldyn has changed things, the other two will be defenses and communications.”
“Right.”
“They’re specialized fields, so they’re not going to be the best fighters. Not to say they can’t, just that they won’t be as skilled at it. Yl’ln, however, is a very good fighter. She’s fast and she’s tricky. She’s the type you can’t let get behind you. And I don’t have the ability to take her on right now.”
Haven cocked her head at him. “Are you okay?”
She was so kind. So thoughtful.
