Z-3125 has ensured that these randy redheads won’t be making any more freckle faced humans…
“Is it over…? “Yeah, I guess you’re right dude…fucked her five times last night!” Cody exclaims boastfully. In his long career, he’s killed over 800,000 space troopers and he knows that he’ll eventually get to the million mark, but his tour of duty in this static sector is severely curtailing his body count. Galactic Date 5116.504
Alpha Quadrant
Fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, Melissa softly hums a tune to herself as she brushes out her long, luxuriant mane of golden hair. “Yeah, I guess you’re right dude…fucked her five times last night!” Cody exclaims boastfully. Some Zadons, proud of their finely tuned targeting sensors, specialize in head shots, able to liquefy a whole squad of teenage brains in a matter of seconds. This number includes the 12 redheaded recruits on patrol in Epsilon who were slaughtered by Z-3125. Let’s hook him up with Melissa! “Yeah, dude, the only way you can fuck it up is if you don’t eat her pussy before you bang her…” Sean advises him. Although ungainly looking, with their long, thick legs and slab like feet, the Zadons can be surprisingly quick and agile. Standing 5’10, she’s a statuesque beauty with a radiant, captivating smile, looking nowhere near her 39 years.
