A non-canon commission for  atypicalspider featuring the ever lovely Vhaylen terrorizing some people! No sex in this one, but let me know what you guys think, i was trying to hit some specific feelings and vibes here, let me know what you thought, i'd much appreciate it!

Have a musical accompaniment - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KNZ8Kdl66U

Why is it non-canon you ask? Vhaylen does not grow this fast in canon. Thats it really.

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A rather slow and uneventful trip so far. He was almost begging for something to happen, he felt that boredom was a slow and painful way to spend time, as anyone would. A cruiser of this size was usually bristling full of facilities and crew, but the Hargrin had been stripped down to function as a cargo transporter. The trip itself was actually pretty high risk, an ORG cargo ship, loaded with all sorts of goodies and treasure, both illegal and not, and was going through some areas patrolled by the Terra-corps somewhat frequently. It sounded fun at first. But it wasn’t. It appeared that every patrol frigate was off doing something else and the trip had been painfully uneventful so far. The ship was quite understaffed as well, most systems were powered down and only a few guards were employed to keep the cargo safe. A decent number of ORG initiates, trying to prove their worth and a handful of enforcers to keep everything under control meant he had hardly anyone to actually talk to. Enforcers were usually stern and plebbish, the initiates were a load of twats to be quite honest.

He kicked back in his chair and sighed. Another boring job. Some people would enjoy having to do practically nothing for a couple of weeks. It’s a shame Colonel Jack Hancock wasn’t one of these people, otherwise this would be bliss. Jack himself a lean, strong and by most standards, fairly handsome feline cross-breed, tabby ears and face with a little minx bred in with him, short feathery hair and cold icy eyes bled into his visage, with a slight sense of mischievousness about his ways. He used to be an Orion Colonel of their magnetic and polar weapons division, but found himself tired and board of the same old regime and found himself as a captain for hire nowhere days.

Along the ship, various utility rooms and bays had been stripped and converted in storage, containing crate after crate, all secured and strapped down. The ship as now mostly a maze, as finding your way through the towering crates was actually quite difficult at times, stacked impressively high, the lights above were very often obstructed by the cargo, meaning that lighting within the maze was dim and sometimes non-existent. Initiates were sent off one by one to different sectors with a rough map of the area, to guard and check the wares for damage, most of the CCTV systems were also obstructed as well, meaning the majority of the ships depths were poorly lit, crampt and unobservable. Most of the cargo was very well secured and thus silent in transport, anything else was kept separate or noted otherwise, meaning that it was very silent as well, the only real noise was the clacking of patrolling boots on metal flooring and the very occasional rattling of pipe work within the walls. As the trip had been so quiet, it had mostly been quite relaxed so far, although there was definitely an air of tension in the ship, as there would be.

Jack had to admit, although he was looking for something interesting to happen, he was kind of glad it wasn’t. The sheer lack of camera coverage available meant that he felt oddly isolated in the bridge of the ship. He ruffled his hair and sighed again, glancing around the bridge, most of the surveillance screens were either black or heavily obstructed by cargo, leading to very poor views of the area. The ship was comfortably in auto pilot and would be until something happened that required direct control and the radio chatter of the Orgs men was pretty much the only form of entertainment available. Tapping his fingers against the control panels, he kept the pay at the end in his mind to keep him from dying of boredom. It would all be worth it. Surely.

“So what kind of stuff do we keep here then?”
“Bay 8? Right at the back? Nothing much. Gold, jewels, alloys, rare elements. Boring stuff. Its heavy, legal and always dropped off last.”
“Dropped off last? Why?”
“Because we always drop off the high risk cargo first, so should the ship get comprised later, all we should have is basic trading goods. Nothing we can get caught for.”
“Right… so we gotta guard a bunch of metal and shit.”
“Yup. Look, its shitty but its easy. Just find a cosy little hole somewhere in the crates and nap it out. We got food coming soon, just grab a load and chill. Should be quiet and easy, just enjoy it.”
“Right… I suppose that sounds fine.” The ORG initiates weren’t all too pleased with the job but the Enforcer was seeing the bright side. Enforcers were required to lay their lives down to protect cargo and were expected to die… thus a quiet job was enough month they got to live. Bay 8 was hideously boring though, it was hard to enjoy protecting crates full of metal, a group of 3 men would be deployed to patrol through the bay and just generally keep an eye out for anything. Many dark corners and cosy cubby holes in-between different sized crates would make for comfy corners to sleep or chill in.
“Alright guys. Just chill out, enjoy the time, have a walk around every now and again, just make sure nothing is broken. I’ll check up on you guys in a few hours on your radios. Enjoy.”
The Initiates nodded and began spreading out through the bay. One in the very furthest corner, opposite the only entrance into the bay, one against the same wall as the door, but half way up the bay and the last just ahead of the door itself. Each armed with a knife, pistol and radio, as well as some very basic body armour just in case. They made their way through the cargo maze, losing sight and sound of one another as they ventured deeper, until they hit their area and found somewhere to settle down.
Unbeknownst to the crew however, they’d been spotted right at the very start of their journey, someone had seen the ship and decided that it would be perfect for their needs.
Despite the CCTV being mostly useless, there were some sensors placed in the bays to monitor for unexpected chemical compounds being released. Cargo ships were fitted with these as standard in case of any accidents, as spillages could be very costly. 4 hours had drifted by without any incidents until Bay 8’s compound detector started acting up. The Enforcer in charge of the bay sighed loudly as he sat in the security office, staring at the flashing light on the panel as it beeped at him frantically, the other two enforcers in there for Bay’s 7 and 6 were sound asleep in their chairs despite this.
“Hey guys. Its Karl here. A detector’s gone off, probs just a fault or something. Can one of you guys check the box and someone else have a look around? Just make sure nothings happened.”
“Yup” – “Sure Karl.”

Karl waited for a second for the last response to come in.
“Wheres the third guy?”
“Uhm… I dunno. He was right at the back of bay? Asleep or something?” – “Maybe interference from the metals.”
“Good point. Go have a look for him after, give him a kick. I expect a response when I radio, ya know?”
“Yeah, will do.” – “Sure.”
Karl waited quietly for the men to get back to him, didn’t take as long as expected and the news was pleasing.
“Found the box for the sensor thing Karl, looks like it was messed up. I turned it off cuz I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Sweet, works for me.”
“I had a look around, couldn’t see anything in terms of damage, haven’t heard anything either.”
“Even better. Right then, if you do find anything, let me know, but I’m happy with that, no reason to keep looking.”
“There was one thing Karl.”
“Yeah?”
“I couldn’t find the last guy. Nothing anywhere. I didn’t look for too long but I didn’t see him anywhere.”
“One of you guys needs to find him. Go have a look, might be easier if you both look.”
The two Initiates agreed and decided to search together. Eager to please the Enforcer and get it done quickly, they searched high and low through the crates, making their way through the bay bit by bit, popping their heads in every nook and cranny to see if he’d managed to find somewhere to sleep in. The search was all but fruitful. High and low, there was nothing to be found. Only the faint but rather bizarre sounds of something liquid like. Almost like dripping.
Karl was on the verge of falling asleep again when the next radio came in. He bolted upright in his chair, the chatter taking him by surprise.
“Uhm… Karl…”
“Yes?”
“He’s gone.”
The two initiates had found a small hole in the crates there the third had made himself at home, but he was no where to be found. There was a small sleeping bag with the radio and a little lamp next to it, the two initiates we having a little look around, poking at his belongings and searching the nearby crates for anything. The one guy noticed a small lump in the sleeping bag and poked it, unsure of what it could be. He peeled back the fabric, his expression quickly turning to shock as he realised what it was.
“Holy shit! It’s a foot! Its his fucking foot! What the hell!” He poor guy fell backwards as the dismembered limb sat in the sleeping bag, a top of the foot chemically cauterised, thus leading to no blood at all. It was at that point, the two of them became very aware of the dripping noise that was slowly getting louder.
“Yo Karl, we found a fucking foot in a sleeping bag. I don’t know if it’s a joke or something. But- … If it does- *kzzzt*”
Karl sighed again. Initiates were weird. He grabbed his rifle and axe, strapping them to the fixtures of the back of metal breast plate and slowly made his way down to the Bay 8. It was long walk and he had very little interest in these stupid games they were playing. A fucking foot? Really?
“What the hell is that noise man? Sounds like… slurping or slime or something?! What is it?!”
The only response was rushed footsteps disappearing off into the maze, the second initiate was a little too freaked out by the dismembered foot to stay in the bay and trying to make his way back to the door.
“Ugh. Runs off and leaves me with a severed foot. What an asshole.”
The initiate calmed himself and took a closer look at the foot, trying to see if it was fake or not. His concentration was getting the better of him however, as he failed to notice that slimy dripping sound getting louder around him. Thick, dark liquid began pooling behind him, flowing down the crates in long strings. An amorphous shape started to form, growing larger and larger as each second passed. A pair of large amber eyes became apparent and soon enough, the creature formed itself fully, towering over the initiate in height. Her form became more and more pronounced, moulding into a massive humanoid figure, full and thick in size with heaving breasts and thick long dread hair, her swirling body was deepest midnight in colour and the occasional wisp of sunset orange floating into view being disappearing back into her once more. She leaned over the man who was still oblivious to her existence, gathering mass above him…

The last initiate was furiously sprinting through the maze, but in his haste had become rather lost, the corridors of crate walls all blending into one another as he tried to remember his way. In the distance, a fleshy thump rang out, becoming lost in the steel box jungle.
He became more panicked again and drew his weapon, the heart thumping in his chest felt like it was trying to escape as much as he was trying to leave the bay. He knew what chemical burns like that meant. He’d heard the rumours. He knew why there was only a foot left. There should have been two… that was more worrying if anything… she must have been hungry.

Karl was making his way to the bay door when he heard two gun shots ring out, he readied his rifle immediately and radio’d to the initiates.
“Guys! What the hell?! First you find a foot and now I hear gun shots! Its supposed to be a quiet trip, what the fuck are you all doing?”
Worryingly, nothing came back, nothing that sounded like speech anyway. A long, heavy and quiet groan came from the radio, but it was louder in person than it was on the radio. Karl was a large horse hybrid, crossed with some draconic species, Enforcers had to be big of course, he easily stood at 7ft tall, was heavily muscled and well trained in combat. A thick metal breast plate protected his organs and tough nano-fibre clothing meant he was mostly stab-proof too. This was a man who could drive his boots through another mans skull, with hands larger than most peoples heads. In other words, there was little that threatened Karl and even less he was scared of.
The sound of sloppy wet feet slapping against the floor was trudging towards the door, still concealed around the side of a crate. Karl pulled his rifle up and snapped on the light on, illuminating the corridor between the crates more brightly as the figure made its way clumsily around the corner. It was the last initiate, the one who ran. Something was seriously wrong with him though. His body was bloated and full, especially his stomach which was bludging through his clothing, his legs were torn to ribbons, with the deep wounds and missing flesh replaced with a thick blue slime. His skin dripped with goo and he lumbered forward with grotesque weight and presence as malformed feet pounded against the ground with bone cracking force with each stumbling, heavy step.
“Uhm… did you open something you shouldn’t of? Woah woah woah, not too close now!”
Yet the initiate or what it was continued to lurch forward clumsily, stretching out a hand to keep balance against a crate. Karl readied his rifle again, aiming it right at the creature.
“Last warning initiate, if you’re contaminated with fuck knows what, I ain’t catching it off you. I’m gonna put a bullet in your eye if you don’t stop? Understand?”
He stopped in his tracks, leaning against the wall to support himself.
“Good. So you can understand me. Look, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you to be honest. But we’ve put people back together in worse conditions. I’m gonna call the-“
Before he could finish his sentence, the initiates bloated stomach suddenly split with a horrific ripped noise, a huge gush of dark gooey liquid splattering on the floor in front of him, what worried Karl was the absence of organs inside him, there looked like there could have been some red slush inside the goo which may have been the… well.. it didn’t bear thinking about.
“Fuck this, you ain’t coming back from that. Sorry man, game over for you.” His rifle cracking a couple of rounds into the poor guys head, splattering dark purple goo across the wall and floor. The corpse of the initiate slowly collapsed backwards, turning into an un-shapely mush as it did so, but the goo surged forward suddenly, draining from the corpse into the huge humanoid form again, shaping herself in less than a second, she threw a huge gooey fist at Karls chest, taking him off the floor and slamming him against the other wall in a single, thunderous slam as his metal armour impacted the wall. Pinning the man against the metal work, she pushed him up until he was face to face with her and watched him intently, goo forcefully flooding the joints in his armour and flowing over his clothes and skin.
Karl managed to keep a grip on his weapon and gripped the trigger in fright, spraying the entire magazines worth of rounds into the beast, yet they seemed to have little effect on her at all, the empty casings tapping against the floor as they fell. She grumbled loudly and brought her face up against Karls.
“Do you have any idea how long it takes to pull bullets out of me without help?” Her voice was low and had a strange, alien like tinge to it. She noticed Karl trying to reach towards a grenade on his belt and wrapped thick strands of her slime around the mans neck, using the goo under his clothes to stop him reaching anywhere else. More slime flowed over his face, blinding his muzzle together and suffocating him. “No… not you… I don’t like taste of you. You taste… awful…” She hissed, wrenching him off the wall with a huge slimy arm and ramming him back into it, over and over again, the metal plating on his chest cracking as his head thumped against the wall, leaving bloody marks. Her assault stopped when he hung limp in her grip, pulling him off the stained wall again, she drove his body into the opposite wall and let the crippled corpse slump onto the floor from the considerable height he was hoisted up. “Full of steroids and metal. Hardly fit for eating.” She scoffed, gathering her remaining mass from the area and flowing out the door from the bay.
It was lucky that the patrolling guard had is headphones on and was pre-occupied with nothing important to hear poor Karl getting demolished a few doors down. Vhaylen could hear the atrocious music blaring from her position and made her way down the door she heard it coming from, laying her eyes upon a small cheetah girl who was playing some kind of game on a data slate. She was very thin and lithe in build, but didn’t seem to have any cybernetics or steroids in her blood from what Vhaylen could tell.
The slimy monstrosity gathered up behind the girl and collapsed most of her weight directly onto the girl, engulfing her immediately from head to toe and hoisting her off the chair, into the main mass of Vhay’s goo body as she formed, the barely audible screams of the girl as she thrashed around in her slime prison reached no one as her assailant began digesting her quickly and brutally, Vhay’s powerful corrosive capabilities causing chunks of the cursed woman to break off as she succumbed to the digestive acids that flooded her, both inside and out. It only took a mere few minutes for skin to fizzle away, with muscle and flesh being visibly consumed and removed, the only part of her remaining oddly, was her feet. Which were strangely untouched by the digestive assault taking place. Instead, cut off at the ankle and chemically cauterized by the slime monstrosity, these were simply rejected by her and ejected from her body, tumbling across the floor next to the chair and landing next to her spat out equipment and clothing, the only clue that there was ever someone else even in here… The amorphous mass of slime began to swell and grow as the meal was devoured, adding extra mass to her already monstrous size.
Tired of slopping around, the monster decided it was time to form herself properly, finishing off her snack as the very last bones fizzled away into nothing, she took a minute or so to properly and literally compose herself, her loose slime formation forming into a proper, defined body. Forming a thick jelly like skin that held its shape properly, she shook her head about to free her jelly dreadlock hair and wiggled each of her limbs to ensure they worked properly. The gooey, slimy mass had formed into a proper body in little to no time and she was now capable of exploring the ship far quicker than before. Still standing at 9ft tall however, she had to crouch a little to go through the corridors as her mass continued to grow and swell in strength.
Jack was staring at the screens with open mouthed horror. Whatever the hell that thing was he saw on camera, it just swallowed and ate a woman whole. Despite the obvious threat it possessed and how deeply concerning this was… he was intrigued by this… he had no allegiance to the ORG and saw a rather sly opportunity to play some games… The bridge could be sealed and was well armoured anyway should she make her way through the entire ship, plus he had a personal escape pod as well… He grabbed the microphone and flipped a few switches on the control panel to address the correct squad he was after and grinned mischievously.
“Good evening guys, I think I saw some boxes tumble free in Bay 7, can you guys split up and have a look? Just make sure everythings alright?”
“Sure. We’ll get down there now.”
Jack watched with morbid curiosity as the squad made their way into the bay, completely unaware of the danger lurking within, the creature had just walked into the bay before the squad and had disappeared into the depths of the maze within, the CCTV within the bay was almost non-existent but he still managed to catch the odd glimpse shimmering goo as she hunted. She was fascinating to watch in action. Once again, it was morbid fascination that drove him, he began taking notes on how she moved, theorising how she hunted her prey. Initially, she perhaps looked clumsy as her stride, but he soon came to see the surprising finesse she had, noticing the little details in her movements. He jumped in his chair as a camera caught sight of her slamming into an initiate, crushing him against the floor and pulling him into her to be eaten. It didn’t take long for her to consume everyone in there, she seemed to know when the bay was empty and quickly moved on to the next, it was difficult to tell from the camera angles, but she definitely was looking larger again.

He repeated exactly the same process for bay 6, calling in another squad to look for a spillage that simply wasn’t there and once again, the creature didn’t fail to impress. She systemically isolated and consumed everyone in the bay, leaving only their equipment and feet behind where a whole person once was. Jack couldn’t figure out why she kept leaving the feet though, there didn’t seem to be any reason for it but he could guess why she didn’t eat the enforcers.
He was putting it together in his head just how scary she must have been, he’d been face to face with an enforcer, his name was Karl or something? But he was actually pretty intimidating but this monster was making short work of anyone and everyone. Size was irrelevant, guns didn’t help and she continued to get bigger with every kill she made, despite her hulking size, she was as agile and slippery as she ever was. Jack’s initial curiosity was quickly replaced with fear as he saw the size of her when she emerged from Bay 6. The bridge’s security doors were strong but… he didn’t fancy being digested. This had to end before it got out of hand. He watched her enter Bay 5 through the poorly angled camera’s, catching a mere glimpse of her entering the room and addressed the surviving squads directly who were no wiser to what was happening since it start.

“Attention remaining squads.” He cleared his throat a couple of times “There has been a serious security breach in Bay 5 and an anomalous creature has been detected and must be eliminated, this is not a drill, arm yourselves, preferably with energy weapons or heat based weapons as bullet weapons do not seem to hurt her, stick together and destroy it before she kills everyone. I will feed you what information I can where I see her. I repeat, this is not a drill, arm yourselves and go to bay 5 immediately.”
He took a deep breath and gathered himself, watching the screens intently. The sound of shouting and gun-fire could be heard as well as inhuman screeching. Bleaching energy rifles and magnetic cannons roared continuously as all the Enforcers turned up at the bay. Jack underestimated the ORG’s response and their numbers, turns out they still had plenty of operatives aboard the ship and they’d all taken his message very seriously. The god awful camera’s could only really see tiny parts of the fight and the audio from it.
Sudden metal clangs rang out as a row of crates fell and crashed into the floor, dumping various different substances over the floor as they crumpled into a heap. The intense heat of high pressure napalm throwers began to melt and burn the cargo in the bay, camera’s getting a sudden burst of vision before the heat cracked their visor, what Jack saw was… hell… flames spewing, weapon fire pulsing… it was a war-zone. It made him wonder how tough this thing actually was. The very last camera in Bay 5 died, destroying what information he could obtain via the feeds, but the intensity of the battle was rattling through the ship itself, he could feel the floors and walls shaking and rumbling with the fight raging below him…

He sat there anxiously as it continued, he laughed a little, realising he’d been granted his wish… he glanced at his note pad, the question “Why doesn't she eat the feet?” still on the page. The fighting didn't really seem to advance much for a while, how long that was, he really couldn't say, it felt like an eternity but it was most likely just a few minutes, it did sound like it was moving though. Every now and again, every hair he had would stand on end as everything vibrated with a bellowing alien roar that felt like it shook his very thoughts. More and more camera's from other sections of the ship were going down, the detectors and warning panels were going crazy across the board and it was difficult to tell what was real and what was just the ol' ship struggling with the intensity of the fighting. What did worry him however was the reactors warning lights... those did work, they were checked above all and those were flashing. He didn't have an awful lot of time to think about it before a deafeningly loud crack rang out, the choir of dying electrical signals and devices powering down and capacitors draining into nothing. The entire ship shuddered as the engines ceased and the emergency break thrusts fired, designed to stop ships from hurtling into the abyss forever should their reactors fail...

Every screen flickered off, every light ceased, all noises hushed into silence in the bridge... yet the fight continued below, the walls and structure of the ship still vibrating with the violence emanating from below. The fighting slowly began to cease however, echoing gun-fire slowly died out, shuddering explosives ceased to rock the vessel it slowly died out to nothing. Only very occasional shouts, screams and pistol rounds rang out...

Another loud clack sounded and Jack felt himself begin to lift off his chair. The Art-Gravity had finally drained itself of its last remaining battery. The feline managed to push himself towards the emergency supply pack on the wall to grab an oxygen mask and a torch. He shone the beam around the room slowly... a few hours ago, this place was warm, secure and... boring... maybe boring wasn't so bad after all... now it was cold, completely dark and... well... he certainly did not feel safe. The only light he had was the torch and the stars themselves, shining fainting through the Meta-glass of the bridge. He kicked off the wall back to his chair and grabbed a hand radio, as they were battery powered, they should still work.

“This is Col. Jack Hancock, can anyone tell me whats going on?”

“...........”

“This is Jack Hancock. Does anyone read me? Is there anyone at the reactor?”

“..........”

“This is Jack! Please respond. Is anyone alive?”

He jumped in his own skin as the frame of the cruiser creaked loudly causing the radio to leap out of his hands. He quickly scrambled to get it back before it floated away.

“F-fuck.... cmon, theres gotta be someone out there? Cmon Jack... you can do this...” He managed to grab the radio again and tried to call for help in the ship once more.

“Guys! This is Jack, can someone respond? Whats going on?!”

“..........”

He sighed loudly and gave himself a playful slap, the bridge was protected by thick anti EM shielding to stop outside interference. No wonder he couldn't reach anyone! The signals couldn't pass through the shielding! That must have been it!

Right...?

He floated around in the darkness, hour after hour drifting by and the ship remaining quiet. Although it did creak occasionally, this was to be expected, the rapidly cooling frame was changing shape slightly, of course it was going to creak. He kept pressing his ears against the walls to see if anything could be moving, what worried him was how he could hear the liquid in the pipes beginning to freeze, without the reactor, the ship would slowly freeze over, the bridge would again be the last to do so due to its shielding but even so, Jack knew he couldn't stay here much longer, he was beginning to shiver quite violently to stay warm. He floated his way over to the sealed door that protected him from the rest of the ship, pulling off the emergency door value cover and waiting. He pressed his ears against the wall again, hearing nothing but slowly freezing pipe work and stressed metal within the chassis.

He steadied himself and pulled the began to operate the crank to open the doors, it was stiff as all hell and difficult, but he only needed to get it open enough to slip through. He positioned himself against the floor, using it to push the handle with all his might, the door groaned loudly as metal scraped against metal and the mechanisms slowly opened, there was a small pressure difference between the cabin it went into and his, meaning the door hissed slightly as it opened, of course, these doors were never meant to be opened by hand and it was a grovelling process to do it that way. Jack cranked the handle around and around and around, the process becoming easier over time as the mechanisms warmed up. Eventually, it felt like it was opening itself, Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he let the handle go and it continued. He stopped a second, smiling at his progress and taking a drink from his canteen that he'd kept hidden all this time. Looking back at the handle though, he did not see what he wanted to... the crank was going faster and faster, rotating quicker and quicker, something was very wrong about that... it should of continued for a while and then slowed down... not... not this... not... fast...er...

He cast a glance at the door and saw the very thing he'd been trying so hard to avoid... there was a massive wall of slime forcing its way through the door, pushing it open as it filled the gap between the heaving metal blast doors. John let out a terrified shriek and jumped for the handle, but it was going far to fast to even grab now, spinning out of control as the door was forcibly opened. The horrific metal whirling of the mechanisms which was once music to his ears, the sound of progress, was now a very real, very living nightmare... that dark goo gushed into the room, pooling in a mass in front of him. He backed away, far away, as far as he could, pressing against the very back of the bridge. It seemed endless... it just kept gushing in through the door which was now completely open, having been forced into that state by the monstrosity.

She collected herself into her full mass, towering above the poor male as she took up the entire height of the bridge itself, Jack couldn't shine the torch on all of her at once so he aimed straight for her head, where two amber eyes stared at him with fury.

“COLONEL. JACK. HANCOCK.” She bellowed, her words louder than anything he'd ever heard in his life. As her body formed, every element came together, her massive breasts, heaving hips... her... manhood...

“IT WAS YOU.” She stamped forward, having to lean down to forward smacking her head on the ceiling.
“I... what?!”

“'USE ENERGY OR HEAT WEAPONS' YOU SAID.”

“Uhm... I...”

“I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER.”

“I didn-”

“LIKE YOU. MADE ME. SUFFER.” She continued forward until she had him completely surrounded against the wall, several goo tentacles lashed out and tore at his clothing.

He stared at the massive goo pillar in front of him, realising what it must be and what she was going to do with it as the tentacles man-handled him and pulled his legs apart to expose him.

“Is that a...? You-- tha- Thats not going to fit! Thats.. thats like 3.. 5... I du... 6ft...? I...”
She grinned and pressed her face right up against his.
“Tha--- THATS NOT GOING TO FIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? ARE YOU STUPID?!” He was hyper-ventilating and wasn't far off going into cardiac arrest at this point. There was nothing he could do now. Fate had decided that his hand wasn't going to be the winning one. Her grin was wicked and sinister, but before she did anything else, she pulling a small notepad out and flicked through until she found what she was looking for.
“Why doesn't she eat the feet...?” She questioned, still grinning.
Jack stared in terror, she couldn't be sure if he was actually registering the words at this point.
“Thats a simple one, Colonel Jack Hancock.” She laughed. “I don't like the taste.”
And with that, Jacks screams rang through the ship as it continued to glaze over, echoing through the emptied, torn up corridors as every last light died with the reactors final rest.

Perhaps boring would have been better.