They flung themselves forward, agrav fields dropping their mass to a feather as their thruster organs spilled superheated, high pressurized fluids int... space, and corkscrewed into the L2 fleet, broadcasting terribly human warcries over the radio frequencies.“Come on boys! Lets FUCK EM UP!”The first of the bioforms smashed into the Bismark II, a Thor class battleship and cut their way through the hull with acid tipped claws. They writhed into corridors and began to flow past crew and marines. Tomoe is doing some sewing in her room when there is a knock on the door.)Tomoe: Come in.Katsura (entering): It's late; I'm sorry to disturb you.Tomoe: If you're looking for Himura, he's out for the night.Katsura: I know. I'm his superior. I know all of his movements.(A little later.)Tomoe: Madness?Katsura: When I was young, Takasugi and I and many of our friends studied under a master of Shouka Sonjuu... Yoshida Shouin. He was executed in the Ansei no Taigoku. He once said that we are. She had nodded her assent, thinking that perhaps an aperitif or two would be not so bad, and he certainly wasn't difficult to like. He was taller than her six feet, well-educated, well-read, and handsome in the sort of way men who work, and work hard, outside and with their hands are handsome. His slightly weathered face broke into a smile when she nodded her assent. And so she had, and it had come to this. Well, it wasn’t quite a direct hop from the door opening to her lying face down on the. He softly pushes her off of him and goes over to the dresser and pulls out a pair of sweatpants to sleep in. Samantha stands up and drops the towel from her head and her robe.He looks back at his wife's ass. It was perfect, tight but still round, he looks back forward and undresses, knowing there is no reason to get himself worked up. He and his wife now bith in their pajamas lay down and shut the light off. Their fist night in the new home!Patrick's eyes open, he can hear movement down in the.