Hauling yourself to your feet, you manage a few steps before pitching wildly forwards, the world spinning around you. You grope for the bulkhead, steadying yourself against it. In a rush, the haze of confusion clouding your mind lifts, and your memories come flooding back to you. Your freighter was attacked, rammed headlong out of the sky in an almost suicidal charge by an unknown craft. Shaking off the daze, you stumble down the main access hall and pop the seal on the hatch, blinking as you emerge into the harsh sunlight.
Before you have a chance to inspect the damage to your ship, you notice a high-pitched whine echoing over the hillsides, gradually growing louder. As it reaches it's apex, drowning out all other noise, the source becomes apparent: A beat up looking Airbus transport descending from above, the rusted exterior covered in scrawls of graffiti. It's scarcely touched down when the hatch hisses open, revealing the hulking shape of a woman you immediately recognize as a mutant.
The towering woman dwarfs you in height, standing over you just as you would a child. Her physique can only be described as amazonian, every inch of her amber-tinted skin straining to contain her bulging musculature. Her arms and legs are as thick as tree trunks, her broad shoulders bigger than your head. She wears little more than a tight harness of leather straps that do little to conceal her herculean form; the dark circles of her swollen areola spilling out either side of the taut strips. A light dusting of blonde hair adorns her pubic mound.
Her face is rugged and square, her plump red lips curled into a confident sneer. One of her emerald eyes is covered beneath an eyepatch, but the remaining one surveys you from the shadow of her platinum bangs, smouldering with a callous, dispassionate lust.
"Well well," the mutant pirate tuts, brandishing a length of rope. "I'm gonna have fun with you. Take your pants off and get on the ground, and maybe I won't break your pelvis."
She