Pigs from Space [Bloo/Open to 1]

Mo was up in the atmosphere of Earth, her ship currently on auto-pilot and cruising along while she waited for her food to ding. She had recently managed to acquire a working microwave, and also managed to get one of those tiny little pillows stuffed with foodstuffs. She got the microwave oddly enough at a junkyard, after a very helpful hermit fixed it for her! The food came from a store, obviously. DING! "Yay!" Mo exclaimed and took the food out and went to go enjoy her food. But just as she was just about to plop one into her, the ship's scanners picked up something and triggered an alarm. "Bosh'tet... now?!" Mo whined, snaking her way over to the computer to see what it was.

There were a handful of reasons why the computer would be sounding an alarm, one of the most likely was one of the few species classified by her people as "hostile" and to be on the look out for. The computer quickly identified the sourc, and Mo swore again. It was a singular, large ship flanked by a number of smaller escort ships- biggr than fighters but ten times smaller than the 'mothership.' But the species these ships belonged to were of a warlike race of pigfaced humanoids- some on Earth would call them "Space Orks." Even to this day, someone in the galactic community still regrets uplifting them to use as shock troops in one of their wars...

Another ping from the computer indicated that they were already offloading a raiding party via warp tunnels, and her ship wasn't properly equipped to deal with so many ships at once. So Mo flew down as quickly as her ship could go in hopes of helping fend off the raiders!

On the ground, it'd be a normal day in Steel City- still cold and smelling of death. But then "boomtubes" would start ripping open over different parts of the city, letting through flying bikes being ridden by... large, burly "pigmen" bikers among other things. A few of them were quite large, which would've been comical to see them ride their bikes if not for the fact they were casually armed with a cannon. "Boy do I love shore leave! Come on boys! Introduce yerselves to tha locals and eat up! Bring anything nice back with ya!" One of the raiding party captains laughed heartily, as most of them went about simply destroying public property or looking for and getting into fights with the police. Some were also stealing.

But one particular party drove up to a local eatery en masse. "Oy! This a stick up! Give uz all yer food and nobody gets hurt... much!" One of The Biker Pigmen demanded.

"Oooh, they got pizza here Udrog!" One of the smaller but still armed ones pointed at the menu.

"Give uz all tha pizza you can! Pronto!" Udrog emphasized his point by shooting a plasma cannon straight through the ceiling.

Mo's ship had meanwhile gotten close enough to where she could safely jump out, relying on her telekinesis to fly herself down when she saw weapons fire- so she flew down immediately toward the source of it...

"Well, just listen first, alright!?" Max implored the steely eyed waitress that looked like she was having a rather long day. "You take two pizzas, yeah, you cook 'em both up... then one on top of the other. Like a pizza sandwich."

"Why not just fold one pizza in half? Save time?"

"THAT'S NOT A SANDWICH, THAT IS A TACO!"

Another exciting adventure on her planet arrest, really. The green alien had tried many times to convince the store of her genius, but again and again her charisma and intellect were met with the stony faced waitress that strangely sat through the lecture every time. Yeah, some people would insist that when she was a space soldier, dodging death and defying odds, her life was more interesting. To those people, she would explain they lack the nuance or the real conversation at hand. Yeah, it was quite enter-
the thought was interrupted by the door being kicked open, and a familiar slobbery accent claiming the robbery.

"Oh thank God, something interesting. Get down, Clarice, I got this." Max assured, standing quickly and facing the gruesome Space Orks. "Listen here, pig-brains. This town isn't big enough for the- I'm actually surprised you can all be here at once. Does this mess with Earth's gravity? You're like 800 pounds each..."

The gun blasted through the roof. Yeah, that was a plasma cannon. Max thought fast, dropping several smoke grenades in the building as the civilians scattered.

"Alright, Wardy, time to do some good." Over her eyes appeared a scouter, showing her the thermal outline of the giant invaders. She pointed and shot and the group, but the bullets had little effect. For now.

"I leaned in the pizza taco, didn't I? And on the day I wore white!"

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"Oh hey cutie~" One of The Orcmen noticed Max and whistled at her.

"You callin' us fat?!"

"You AE putting it on there Grengurk..." the speaker was immediately sawked by the other speaker when suddenly smoke happened.

"Stop yer squealing! We got a spicy- OW! What was... you shooting bees at me girlie?" The Leader barked after double checking himself to make sue he wasn't about to turn to dust or melt into a pile of piggy goo. A couple of them had blocked off the door... wasn't hard for their large builds but that simply meant people could run out the emergency exit for just this occassion. Actually it was in the case of a fire, but large pigmen were being added to that list as they spread out and sniffed at the air.

"Aw c'mon string bean. We just wanted some pizza," one of em said, holding what could've been any number of weapons but Max would probably recognize as a "flakker" or... a shotgun that fired molten shrapnel.

"Ye, come out and we'll even share!" Another one chuckled with one of his buddies, their actual intent obvious.

"Bleh... string bean? I hate veggies!"

"You think of a betta one you say so Berkjak!"

So far none of them had an immediate bead on her and the delicious smell of pizza was distracting them from being able to use their sensetive sniffers to pin her down... except for the boss pig witht he plasma cannon who took a few whiffs, aimed and prepared to fire...

While this was happening and leading up to it...

Mo was close enough to the planet surface to where she could safely jump out of her ship, and did so with her telekinesis to fly herself the rest of the way down. It was even worse seeing it with her own eyes than simply being told about it. On her way down, she actually literally bumped into one of them flying around with their bikes, catching herself and finding herself narrowly avoiding a Plasma Cannon blast shooting straight up passed her. Oh! She knew this part. It was actually a training course on the psychology of these guys. They'd first take over a place, start shooting their guns up with demands... and normally would be the time local law enforcement surrounded them and they took hostages.

The local police seemed to already have their hands full right now, and people seemed to be escaping but she dove down in hopes of interrupting step two! So Mo made a new hole through the ceiling, just as the leader was about to squeeze off a plasma blast at Max- adjusting his aim with alarm as Mo dropped in. "Hands up!" Mo demanded, lancing a beam of energy into the weapon and making it actually explode in the guy's hands. He squealed with pain and was also now onfire, stop drop and rolling to douse them as the others got their bearings back. Mo after quickly regretting hr decision to drop in the midst of them, wisely moved to put some distance between her and them, using the smoke cover to lob a few more shots the others in hopes of disarming more of them...