"Self-proclaimed name is Olethea Sykoria, background and origin unknown. Genetically very close to an eldar, but obsolete genetic expressions such as the long and mobile ears suggest that she is an ancestor who survived into modern days. Age unknown, 1821 height units. No pre-registered crimes, no photos or genetic prints in our database..." The Amphilean officer with one bad compound eye reads out the information on the criminal sitting across the table in a relaxing posture. "Killed the President of the Galactic Republic with an anti-matter knife. Method of acquirement of said weapon unknown..." With a gurgling sound - a sigh - the insect-like officer slides the holographic display aside and turns to the red-headed woman. "There's no two ways about this, you're going to Blackpoint Maximum Security Bastille with absolute certainty."

"Oh~ ♡" Olethea makes with an expectant smile.

"I just want to know one thing... why did you let yourself get captured so easily right after?"

"If you had a bunch of disintegrators pointed at your face by men with itchy trigger fingers, would you have tried to fight back?" She responds with an indifferent smile and shrugs casually.

"... what are you plotting?"

"Well, you seem to be important to the plot, so I can tell you." Olethea waves the doll-like girl over with an exaggeratedly secretive expression. It's met with skepticism, but ultimately, her persistence pays off and she has Senka's ear. "You see, I killed the president so that I would be locked up in this very prison. It was all part of the plan~ ♪" Her gleeful snicker is like that of a mischievous child who has confirmed the viability of a prank and is only waiting for the target to unwittingly stumble into it.

"... how long have you been in here?" Senka does not know how long ago the President of the Galactic Republic was assassinated, since she simply appeared in this dimension without any warning.

"Three standard days ago, why do you ask?"

"Because it feels like you're ready to be moved to the mental ward from delusions caused by isolation... but if it's only been three days, it means you're always like this... In either case, why do I feel like I don't want any part in that plan of yours?"

"Come on, don't be like that. Now that I told you about it, there's no taking back. In fact, if my theory about you is right, I'd have a very specific part in mind for you." Olethea's childlike grin would have been contagious, if not for the fact that Senka values peace above anything else. "But first... strip."

"... excuse me?" With a blank expression, she asks. She heard it loud and clear, but she simply does not want to believe it. "Please don't tell me she's a raging lesbian!" Snapping her head around, she looks in the direction she talked into before, and just as it was then, nothing responds to her now.

"Hm... if you wanted to categorize me, the term 'pansexual' would be much more fitting." The eldar's ears perk up to almost ninety degrees as she announces proudly. The mix of disgust and irritation in Senka's reaction would have made the most cynical person in the multiverse proud, if he had been watching. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she turns away from Olethea once again and looks at the black hole outside the window.

"Why does that look more and more like a pool to me now? I'm beginning to develop the desire to take a plunge after all." It would appear that Senka's mind is at its breaking point, as suicidal thoughts are beginning to take over at an alarming rate. "Whose fault do you think that is?!"

"Now now, don't get your panties in a twist. Oh wait, the prison uniform doesn't come with any, my bad~ ♪" Olethea says in a joking manner to calm the doll-like girl down. Instead, it causes the latter to finally realize that she is naked under her new clothes. For a moment, tension leaves her body and her head hangs down as if her energy has run out. The eldar tilts her head in wonder and motions to slowly approach her from behind, wondering what happened. Then, Senka begins to rip off her own uniform in a mental breakdown.

"I get it already, just do your worst!" Tears are forming in her eyes as she screams towards the invisible entity she has been talking to earlier.

"Gladly~ ♡" The horny eldar exclaims with drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, while beginning to undress herself eagerly.

"NOT YOU!!!"

"What did I do to deserve this..." Senka lies on the top bunk in a fetal position and cradles her knees.

"So, the plan..." Olethea says while rubbing her chin - where Senka knocked her over with a head-butt moments earlier - before she rests it on the doll-like girl's bed - right in front of her face.

"You're too close..." The latter makes that statement with a less-than-amused expression.

"... it's obvious that this prison is co-ed, right?"

"Hey, don't ignore me."

"And there's this tradition that every full rotation of the black hole - which generally takes two hundred standard days - the guards retreat into the command module and detach it from the station for one day. The prisoners are then left to their own devices. Basically, it's one day of sanctified carnage, where everything is allowed. Since the death penalty is officially abolished by the Galactic Republic, this is the only way to cull those criminals everybody would just love to see dead." Olethea's face fills with excitement, just as Senka's fills with horror. "And that day is today~ ♪"

"... wait, what does that have to do with this being a co-ed prison?" Senka asks, but the moment she does, she regrets it, as Olethea's expression brightens up immensely.

"That's the best part! They just brought a male Zenoshan in, two days before I was, and he basically took over the prison since then."

"I have no idea what a Zenoshan-"

"They look like this-" The eldar puts her hand to her mouth and wiggles her fingers like tentacles. "They go like this-" She wiggles both her hands to denote that a Zenoshan's hands are also tentacles. "And they have this~ ♡" Stepping back enough for Senka to see her full body, Olethea puts her hand in front of her crotch and wiggles her fingers one last time. At that thought, a shiver of anticipation runs over her back and she begins to drool.

"I see..." Senka looks on with a complete lack of amusement, before sitting up from her bed abruptly. "No, I don't. How does that factor into your great plan? Or wait, don't tell me you let yourself get captured and thrown into prison just for that?"

"What do you mean, just for that?" Olethea wipes the drool from the corner of her mouth and asks in slight indignation.

"I'm sorry, I was stupid for asking..."

"It's a Zenoshan! Not only do they have near infinite stamina, their mucus is a natural aphrodisiac that can make even the most prudish person in the universe become a slave to her desires." Olethea seems to be well-versed in those things. To Senka, that just sounds like a convenient monster usually found in perverted fantasy literature. "I tested it on her, after all. It was an incredible sight - so much that I've been dreaming of trying it out myself, along with the whole package."

"I can't really share your enthusiasm... you said something about an escape plan, can we talk about that instead?" Sighing, the doll-like girl lifts herself into a sitting position on the bed and looks down on the red-head.

"Well, the Zenoshan is part of the plan. The reason why I wanted you to strip was to gain certainty in my theory about you." With an unexpectedly serious expression, Olethea looks over Senka, mentally undressing her to imagine the body underneath. It sends a shiver down the target's spine.

"Stop that! Just ask me what you want to know." She turns away while covering herself with her arms.

"You're an undead, aren't you?" Spoken in a matter of fact way without any judgmental undertones, Olethea assesses, while looking Senka into the eyes intently.

"In a sense, yes. I died once and have been immortal since. I've existed - since this state can't really be called living - for a long time now." A hint of loneliness appears on her face as she says this. She has been thrown through dimensions, never meeting anyone who could remain with her for long, always remaining in a position of an onlooker as their stories unfolded and ended, before she would move on again, alone. This time will be no different, of that she is convinced.

"Then you can do a space walk without a suit, right?" Once again, Olethea's face shows the joy only found in a child who is discovering the versatility of a new toy.

"... I feel like I won't like my part in your plan..."

"It'll be fun, I promise~ ♪"

"You're not making it better..."

"Dear prisoners of Blackpoint Maximum Security Bastille, Recreation Day has arrived. Please be advised that any criminal activity committed during this period of time is subject to punishment with an increase in your individual sentence..." The friendly female voice announces over the invisible speaker system installed throughout the prison facilities.

"Maximum Strength. Recreation Day... that's such an ironic name for what's about to go down. Physical Trauma Nullity. And threatening with an increase of the length of a celestial lifespan sentence is completely meaningless. Laceration Resistance Up." Orethea says, warming up her body with some exercises and chanting what can only be seen as buffing spells in between sentences. She has been muttering them since earlier and has finished up with all offensive buffs before the announcement started. "Quick Coagulation. I've made quite a few enemies since I came here. Acid Nullity. And as the prison boss, the Zenoshan is bound to come for me as well. Toxin Nullity."

"What did you do?" Senka asks with skepticism in her voice while watching differently colored auras appearing and seeping into the eldar's body. She is completely unbothered by the fact that she is using magic, even though this is a dimension that seems to be completely dominated by science. Science advanced enough to allow for the construction of a space station at the Lagrangian point of a black hole.

"Confusion Nullity. Let's see... the Falushians should hate me because I went and crushed one ball of their leader. Sleep Nullity. They're a race very proud of their family jewels." The eldar speaks with a wholly unapologetic sneer. "Exhaustion Reduction. Several Renubians will most likely want me dead because I insulted their family names - they're a clan-based people and put a lot of weight into those. Stamina Regeneration. But it's not my fault if they have easily exploitable names like Shid'Edd or Phuk'Faise. Liquid Regeneration. And then, there's-"

"... the administration of Blackpoint Maximum Security Bastille wishes everyone an enjoyable Recreation Day." The announcement ends and all cell doors automatically slide open. Within an instant, angry voices grow loud throughout the entire facility, and prisoners begin to move about in a frenzy, many out for blood.

"-ah, time for you to move out. I trust you when you say that you can sneak about this place without being detected." Olethea winks at Senka, who responds with a sigh.

"I'll be back for you in twenty." The doll girl says, runs out of the cell and disappears around the corner.

"Make it an hour instead! I want to have some fun first~ ♡" Calling out after her, the eldar speaks her true intentions unhesitatingly. Then the trampling footsteps of a crowd of people approaches the cell, and she begins to unbutton her shirt while humming.

"You're dead, bitch!" An overly muscular bald man standing at almost two heads taller than Olethea steps into the cell while shouting with an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice, and cracks the knuckles of his four-digit hands. Following him are several more, similar-looking men, who voice their support in a much lower pitch. The one in front has his crotch bandaged, but those that follow have cutouts in their prison uniforms, which allow their coconut-sized balls to dangle out freely due to their straddle-legged gait. It goes without saying that these are the Falushians out for her blood.

Olethea snorts through her nose upon hearing the voice and seeing the bandaged family jewels of their leader. This only serves to further aggravate them as they look ready to pounce.

"Stay back, muscle-heads! We shall kill this peasant for insulting the honorable names of us Renubians!" An overly refined-sounding male voice announces from outside the cell, behind the Falushians. Several men, each about as tall as Olethea, gracefully squeeze their ways into the room. "I, Azz'Had of the Digg'Bud clan will claim your head!" The man who just called himself Asshat Dickbutt pulls up his right sleeve, revealing a bladed forearm.

"Please, stop it, you're killing me~ ♪" The lone woman presses out through her uncontrollable laughter as she holds her stinging stomach.

"What do you puny Renubians think you're doing?" One of the Falushians pushes one of Asshat Dickbutt's followers away, who promptly flashes his own forearm blade and slashes at the much larger opponent. At the same time, a commotion breaks out outside the cell as well, where others who came to kill Olethea begin to fight each other. Within moments, the entire cell block is immersed in a brawl, as their intended target watches with a gloating grin.

"I will make you swallow your own teeth!" The leader of the Falushians, not engaged in the scuffle, steps forward and swings his fist at her. Grabbing the arm that is nearly as wide as her waist, she spins around and throws the much larger alien over her shoulder and onto the ground. With a light hop, she jumps over his body and puts all her weight into one heel - right onto the alien's bandaged crotch. A spine-chilling and heart-breaking sound echoes through the room and causes all who hear it to shirk away in horror. The unfortunate victim's mouth flaps open and closed in a silent scream, before he loses consciousness from the pain.

"I think his voice will be off the piano now." Olethea wipes the tears she shed from laughter and says with a smug expression.

"Out of the way you useless trash!" A voice in the deep bass range resounds through the corridor and several of the besiegers are pushed aside. Making way for the newcomer, both Falushians and Renubians step aside and reveal a towering figure, an order of magnitude taller than even the now castrated leader. Tentacle face, tentacle hands and several bulges in the tight prison pants make it clear who this is. "I will rape you to death, you whore!"

"Be my guest~ ♡" Olethea responds and licks her lips.