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I decided to make an omo fanfic of Endless Space in my spare time. And I'll make it your problem now. Feel free to send any feedback besides it being too long, because I know that it's too long. *click* This is Alina Kriska, an United Imperium citizen with the assigned job of a diplomat. It is the 22nd of August of 3023, and I'm on a mission that could change the course of the whole galaxy. With the deteriorating relationship between the Riftborn and The United Imperium, every nation is at risk of being consumed by Cravers, mindless insectoids that know nothing but to destroy, kill and plunder. I am currently inside an escort ship with a Riftborn taking me to the planet of Noma, inside a solar system in major risk of a Craver invasion, and am expected to land in 4 minutes. My duty is to deliver a marvellous gift from our Great Emperor to the local leader of the Palio solar system and negotiate their protection with us. The fate of millions of lives hinges on this mission and my success. Long live the Emperor. Long live the United Imperium. *click* μ: (without taking his eyes from the computer) Can your people really protect our system, though? Alina: What kind of question is that? Of course we can. We have the best fighters, pilots and leaders of the whole galaxy. μ: Not that I don't trust you, but can you remind me what happened to the Xyx solar system? Alina: Xyx was only taken because the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the fighting. μ: (completing Alina's sentence) "the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the battle." Yeah I've heard it before, although it's crazy how, in the census right after that battle, no Lumeris were recorded to die in war efforts. Alina: …Since when has your kind been capable of being a smartass? μ: Right after an Imperium diplomat that I am escorting pulled out a tape recorder in plain 4th millennium. Alina: I'll have you know this is a state of the art recorder. It can even play your recordings backwards. μ: No wonder you guys are struggling against the Cravers. Alina: What is that supposed to mean!? μ: Nothing, ma'am. Don't worry about it. Alina stares at μ angrily while he stays silent looking at the ship's computer. μ: You are now entering Riftborn territory, our laws and regulations now apply, as you are an United Imperium citize- Alina: You don't need to continue, I've studied this, I know the rules. μ: Well, perfect. Noma is right there. As the ship approaches a grey, infertile planet, with completely white, featureless buildings coming from the ground as the only defining features, Alina looks out the window and is taken back by the surprising lack of beauty of it all. Alina: Oh, wow. μ: I'm sure you're in awe for being able to step on such a perfect planet? Alina: Uh… Yeah, sure. μ: This was once an oceanic planet, organic life all around, but through hard work and lengthy research, we were able to turn it into what you're seeing now. The closest thing there is to paradise. Alina: Incredible. I've heard of that, but seeing is… Really something else. μ: Beautiful, isn't it? The computer begins beeping μ: Oh, we're almost landing, sit tight. Alina holds on to her chair and closes her eyes in anticipation for shaking, turbulence or a sudden brake, things she was accustomed to with the United Imperium’s ships. After a few seconds of nothing, she opened her eyes and saw μ staring at her μ: 12 seconds Alina: What? μ: I was seeing how long it would take for you to notice we were already on the ground. Alina: … μ: Anyways, we’re here. The planetary presidential office is easy to get to, just take this wide boulevard all the way to its end. Alina: (still taken back by the other line) …Thanks...? μ: The ship will be ready to take off in 5 hours, so be back by then. Alina: Alright. Wait, before I go. Could you point me to the bathroom? μ: Oh dang it, I knew I was forgetting something on this ship. Alina: What do you mean? μ: Uh… Well, there's not much to explain, I have forgotten to put a toilet on the ship. Alina: (annoyed sigh) Okay, do you know where there's a public toilet here in Noma? μ: You've studied our laws, right? Alina: Yeah. μ: So you must remember section 32 of our organic tourism act. Alina: "Any and all organic matter brought to one of the Federation's systems by any intelligent organic lifeform shall be taken back in their departure", I remember, what's the point? μ stays silent, and after a few instants it finally clicks in Alina's head what that means for her ability to pee throughout the duration of her stay. Aline: Wait. Does that mean I'll have to hold it? μ: Yeah… Sorry. (completely genuine) I know how much you organics like to release salt water through your orifices. Aline: (pretending to not hear the last remark) Ugh, fine. Okay, it's just 5 hours, I can manage. μ: Uh, well. Best of luck to ya. I have things to take care of. Bye. As μ says that, it rapidly leaves the ship, leaving Alina to put on her suit, which she does over her normal clothing. She starts strapping on the suit's torso and legs followed by gloves, boots and, by last, her helmet. She looked down at her abdomen, before shaking her head "Nothing I can do about it now" she told herself as she left the ship and took a briefcase out of the ship's external cargo holder and began walking down the street. For Alina, it didn't look so much like an avenue, more like a wasteland, a giant trench between two rows of white featureless white blocks. And yet, the streets were lively, Riftbornes walking, talking, working, living their normal, inorganic life. Alina didn't think much about it, as she was more preoccupied with just getting to the system's office as quickly as possible and without drawing attention. "Deep breaths, walk normally, don't make eye contact" she whispered to herself. And she walked, and walked, and walked, for what felt like hours, but was actually just 15 minutes, until she finally reached the system administration’s building, another white building, with the only thing differentiating from the others being big grey letters high up for everyone to read "Administrative System Office". Alina: Oh, finally. As she got closer to the building, Alina was stopped by two Riftborn guards, the first of them had a laser rifle in his hands, the second, a lance. Guard 1: (putting his arm forwards to stop Alina) Woah, woah, woah. Stop right there, sir. Guard 2: (pointing his lance at the human) Identify yourself and what business you have here. Alina: (fidgeting a bit) I'm an United Imperium diplomat. I have brought an official gift from the Great Emperor. Guard 2: Ah, would you look at that, an organic. Guard 1: What do you have in that briefcase there? Alina: It's the gift, sir. Guard 1: Please hand it over. Alina does as she's told Guard 1: Have your identification with you? Alina: Yes, hold on. Alina immediately begins searching her pockets Guard 1: No sudden movements, kid. Guard 2: No funny business either. The guard with the gun glares at the other, but says nothing. Alina: Ah, yes. Sorry. Alina slowly searches for her ID card on her suit, as calmly as she can, which is to say, not that calm, before finding it on her breast pocket. Alina: Here it is. Guard 1: Thank you. Keep your eye on her, soldier. Guard 2: Yes boss. The first guard takes the briefcase and Alina's ID inside the building as Alina is kept at lance point by the second guard. As a few minutes go by, she begins unconsciously rubbing her legs together. Guard 2: Don't move. Alina: (trying to stay as still as possible) I apologise… How long is he going to take? Guard 2: Time enough to examine your case. Alina: (sighs) Do you at least have somewhere I can sit? Guard 2: …Elaborate your reasoning. Alina: It's to not keep standing, you know? Guard 2: Well, obviously (approaching its lance to Alina's face) but why? The sight of the weapon coming closer to her almost makes Alina leak. While she has been around many armed guards in her life, never were their tools pointed at her. Alina: (bashful and afraid) Uh, we- well, you see… I need to pee. Guard 2: Explain. Alina: Wh- what do you want me to explain? Guard 2: Start by explaining what is this "P" you just mentioned. Alina: It's… like, a waste product, sir. Guard 2: (with the lance almost touching Alina's helmet) From what process? Alina: (with a shaky voice) i-I think from living. Guard 2: (clearly not believing it) Oh really now? Alina nods, fearing what the guard will do with the lance. Guard 2: Then what is that carbon dioxide you organics are so fond about? Alina: It's another waste product, sir. Guard 2: Likely story… Even with its bravado, the guard still knows it is just a soldier, that should not cause problems for its superiors, nor himself, so it's pretty unsure of its actions. The guard thinks a bit, his weapon still very close to Alina's face. Guard 2: (retreating the lance a bit) Fine, hold on. The guard looks around, sees only other Riftbornes going about their normal lives, but nothing else that could serve as a chair. Guard 2: You can sit on the ground. But maintain your hands in view at all times. Alina: Thanks but I think that would make it worse. Guard 2: You organics are so damn picky. Alina didn't respond to that, just pressed her legs together and waited for two more minutes, before the first guard came back with the briefcase. Guard 1: Soldier θ, you can let her pass. She's registered and has no contraband. Alina takes a breath of relief as the soldier takes his lance away from her face. Guard 1: Here are your things. Welcome, diplomat. Alina: (hurriedly taking her stuff) Thank you, thank you. Bye. Alina entered the building, walking funny from needing to pee. Right after entering, she was face to face with another Riftborn, who was behind a desk. Receptionist: Ah, you must be the Imperium's diplomat, welcome, come in. Unfortunately, the governor is in an emergency meeting, but afterwards, he will be free to talk to you. To the right, there are some chairs, fully made for organics, such as yourself. Make yourself at home. Alina: Right, thanks. Looking around, the place was a big, bright, white room. It had only a small desk in the middle, where the receptionist stood, and to the right, some metal chairs; although clearly uncomfortable, it was better than nothing. Alina sat down, putting her briefcase beside the chair. Alina: Ugh. Upon sitting and finally calming down a bit, she noticed this was the first time that day she truly could take a breather without having anything that demanded her immediate attention. Alina looked around the room, noticed how very white the waiting room was, the lack of decorations, the emptiness of everything around her. It was a good five seconds until a wave of desperation hit Alina's bladder and demanded her full attention. Her arms instinctively went towards her crotch, trying to avoid wetting herself inside her suit. The receptionist, seeing this sudden movement, asks Receptionist: Do you need assistance? Alina: (holding herself) You… you wouldn't have a toilet around here, would you? Receptionist: I’m very sorry, but we unfortunately do not have the infrastructure for that on the planet. Alina lets out a frustrated whine, even though she completely knew that would be the answer, she still had some hope. After a few seconds, the wave passed, but her bladder was still uncomfortably full. Alina took deep breaths to try to ignore her discomfort for what felt like minutes at a time, but maintained her hands on her groin. Receptionist: I've heard that breathing too much indicates pain. Are you feeling pain? Alina: I guess you could say that. Receptionist: Should we call a medical service? Vanguard has the best organo-hospitals in the galaxy. Alina: NO! (clears throat) I mean, no, there's no need for that. Thank you. Receptionist: ...Right. And again, a strange silence befell the nearly empty room, a deafening lack of any sound, but the occasional muffled speaking inside one of the white walls. Alina fidgeted, waiting for the meeting with the system's governor. As the minutes passed, Alina grew more worried, maybe she wouldn't be able to deliver that gift, maybe the emergency meeting would never end, maybe she would start talking with the governor and have an accident in front of them, maybe she would pee herself right there and then. There would be no way she maintained her job after that. She would bring shame to the United Imperium. She would ruin every chance of diplomacy between the Imperium and Riftborns. The whole galaxy will be doomed and it will be all her fault, her and her stupid, weak excuse for a bladder. These thoughts probably weren't true, nor did they help with anything, in fact it did nothing but fill her with more fear and self-doubt, but once they started, Alina couldn't stop thinking them. The train of thought only stopped when what seemed like a wall opened up and a Riftborn came out into the room. Σ: (to the receptionist) What a pain. Can you believe it? They're gonna take out- Σ stops talking the moment he notices the diplomat's presence. Receptionist: Chief. The United Imperium diplomat is here. Σ turns its head to Alina, examining her, before turning back to the receptionist. It was only for 6 seconds, but Alina felt the stare so intensely, she couldn't help but leak a little, it wasn't visually noticeable, but she could still feel a dampness in her panties. Σ: Does the Imperium still not know how to do a video call? Receptionist: According to them, there was a gift they needed to give. Σ looks again at Alina, although less intensely, then back at the receptionist. Σ: And they've sent an organic? To this planet? Are you sure? Receptionist: Yes, chief. I've checked. Twice, even. Σ: Right. (looks to Alina) You, let's talk at my office. Alina gets up kind of awkwardly and starts following Σ, pressing her legs together. Receptionist: Don't forget your briefcase. Alina: Oh. Oh yeah, sorry. She goes back to the chairs and picks back the briefcase before walking as fast as she safely can to follow Σ into his office. When both get inside, Σ closes the door, which mimics almost perfectly the smooth texture of the wall. Unless you knew it was there, you couldn't find the door. Σ's office, just like every building she saw up to that point, was very white, very not colourful and very simplistic. In front of the door, there was a desk, with computers and screens on top of it, a window that led to the outside, a white book stand, filled with storage systems and the only decoration Alina sees is a Craver's head mounted high on the wall behind Σ's desk. The latter caught Alina's attention. Σ: Ah, I see you noticed my trophy. Alina: Yeah… Σ: The war has been tough on everyone, but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate a bit of death. Alina was not very thrilled about that topic. Add that to how she was feeling due to her bladder, and even a machine could notice how uncomfortable she was. Σ: (whispering to itself) oh god, these organic wimps. (talking to Alina) It's okay, no need to be afraid. It's not completely dead. Just sleeping, still doing organic metabolic processes. Alina: (shaking her head) No, thanks, it's fine. I've come to talk about business between our empires. Alina lifts the briefcase and puts one arm under it and uses the other arm to open it. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but, with Alina's efforts to maintain her continence, her hands were too shaky to properly open the briefcase. If Σ’s face was able to show emotion, it would be cringing at that continuous failure happening in front of it. Σ: Please stop. Just hold it so I can open. Alina thanks and puts both arms under the briefcase, so Σ can get it open while very quietly cursing the Imperium and its organic diplomats with weak, unsteady arms. Upon opening though, his demeanour immediately changes. Σ: (opening the briefcase) Wow… Alina: (a bit rushed) Governor Σ. We, from the United Imperium, wish to gift your people with our finest luxury products. Σ: That's… a lot. Alina: 60 Voidstones and 85 Ionic crystals, sir. Σ: Well… I'm sure I speak for all Riftbornes when I say we accept and appreciate the gift. (extending its arm to take the case) Send your people our deepest thanks. Now with that out of the way, what's the catch? Alina: huh? Σ: There's no way you are here just because of that gift. What else have you come here to do? Alina: (nervously fidgeting) Well… You not wrong… There was, indeed, another thing the United Imperium wanted to talk about… Σ: Of course there was. What is it? And stop talking like that, I can barely hear you. Alina: (speaking very fast) We have reason to believe this system is under threat of an invasion. Sir. Σ: Ok. I'm aware of that. And you don't need to end with "sir", I'm not your superior. Alina: The United Imperium requests for permission to land military ships to help with the efforts in defending the system. Uhm, please? Σ: Sure. Go ahead. Alina: Permission granted? Σ: Permission granted Alina: Just like that? Σ: Yes. Although we wouldn't object to more gifts like this. Considering the many United Imperium defeats against the Cravers, she expected some resistance to the idea. But, that answer made things way simpler and faster for the diplomat. Σ: Do you have anything else to talk about? If not, can you go now? We'll be very busy now. Alina: Thank you, sir. We will not fail this system. Alina turns around, takes a deep breath and begins walking to the door, although with a little difficulty, leaving Σ with a great gift and lost in thought. Finishing this, she would only need to reach the ship, even without a toilet, there must be some bottle, some empty canister, anything she could pee into. Σ: Actually… The diplomat stops in her tracks, pressing her legs together. To be called again, after thinking it was over, made Alina's heart skyrocket. Did Σ change his mind? Did she make a wrong move? Was she disrespectful at some point? Did he notice she was rushing things? The silent panic she's in puts extra pressure on her bladder, felt as a wave of desperation. Alina: (with a shaky voice) Yes, sir? Σ: I want you to inform your superiors the following: the Grand Viceroy has plans to take away any Riftborn ships and armies from the system. Alina: (turning to Σ) I'm sorry, what do you mean? Σ: The Imperium will be on its own in this battle. All our forces are being taken to Vanguard. Of course, I will stand my ground and fight. But if the United Imperium decides against aiding the system after this information, I understand. Alina sighs as her panic subsides, it was just some information to take to her boss. Although her desperation continues increasing. Alina: (clearly wanting to finish the conversation as quickly as possible) I see, I'll let them know. Σ: …thank you Alina gives a nod, walks to where the office's exit is supposed to be, trying her hardest to not have her desperation known, and notices that she has no idea how to leave. Σ: Oh yeah. It doesn't work with organics. The Riftborn approaches the door in front of Alina. Without him doing anything, it immediately opens. Alina: Thank you, sir. Walking as fast as she can, Alina crosses the white waiting room. With her arms glued to her side, resisting the urge to hold her crotch. Receptionist: Goodbye. Alina: Yeah, bye. After Alina exits the building, she passes by the two guards, standing in their places. The guard with the gun asks the diplomat to stop, and she obliges. Alina: (visibly distressed) What is it now? Guard 1: You are almost running. That's very suspicious. Guard 2: Certainly not normal. Guard 1: One could say you are trying to flee the building. Guard 2: Maybe after doing something wrong. Alina: I'm just walking. Guard 1: Walking faster than normal. Guard 2: Really fast. Guard 1: You could bump on other people. Guard 2: Imagine the damage you'll cause. Guard 1: Soldier θ, will you stop it? Guard 2: …Sorry captain. Alina: (rubbing legs together) Okay. I apologise, can I please go now. Guard 1: Before, we'll have to check if you have stolen anything. Alina: I did not! What would I even steal from you? We're from allied nations. Guard 1: It's just the rules, kid, we have very important things. Now put your legs apart. Alina grunts as she, with difficulty, separates her thighs without losing control. While the guard frisks her legs, a spasm hits Alina's bladder and she loses a spurt into her panties, which becomes saturated. Alina: Aah! Out of instinct, her hands jump to hold her crotch, to the annoyance of the Riftbornes. Guard 2: (Pointing his lance at Alina) It's for you to stay still. Alina: I'm sorry, I apologise. It's just- Guard 1: Soldier, stand down. And you, diplomat, better pipe down as well. You are from an allied nation, so I'll be nice. Put your arms extended to the side of your body. Alina complies, with difficulty. Taking her arms from her crotch, she can feel a few drops coming through her urethra, but she can do nothing but hope that it doesn't show through. The guard palpates the arms, finding nothing, and then moves to her torso, from the upper body, moving down. Guard 1: Hmm, what is this? The Riftborn asks as it presses on a hard lump on Alina's abdomen. Alina: (arms going down) Aah. Pl- please don't squeeze it, it's my bladder. Guard 1: Hmm, a what? Adder? Alina: Bladder. It's an organ. Guard 2: (to the captain) I don't remember seeing that condyle on its belly before. Guard 1: (to the soldier) Organs grow, although… (back to the human) What does it do? Alina: Huh!? Guard 1: This should be an easy question for an organic, don't you agree? If it grew while you were inside the governor's building, there must have been a reason. Alina: (very embarrassed) Well… You see… I… it's… Guard 2: Come on, spit it out. Alina: It stores pee, okay!? It's full, it's completely filled. Can I please go already? Alina feels very ashamed to have to say this, although the guards don't understand the taboo, nor what any of that means. The Riftborn captain takes a moment to think with the other guard, meanwhile Alina's legs pressed and rubbed together. Guard 1: Hmm… Soldier θ, what do you think of that? Guard 2: Well, it did mention this "P" before as a waste product. If it's a lie, it's a coherent one. Guard 1: Hmm… Why would an organ store a waste product? Guard 2: Uhm… Good question. Any answers, diplomat? Alina: It just does, okay? And if you don't empty it, it does so by itself. Guard 2: By itself? Alina: Yeah! The Riftborn with the gun mulls it over. Guard 1: …Alright. Please, go now. Although it doesn't fully trust what is being said, it also doesn't want to risk filthying that perfect planet with an organic's waste product, nor create a possible conflict over an undue arrest. Alina: Ah, thank you. Thank you so much. With both hands in her groin, the human begins running back to the ship. Practically hopping foot to foot. Guard 2: Are you sure that was the right call? Guard 1: We don't don't have anything stored in spheres. So whatever it truly was, it wasn't from here. For Alina, her full bladder feels so full, so uncomfortable, modesty be damned, she just does whatever it took to not completely lose control. In her mind, everyone sees what she's doing and everyone is judging her for it. While, indeed, everyone can see her doing an almost potty dance, only a few, if any, Riftbornes know what it means. Not that it makes a difference for Alina, the pressure inside her only gets stronger, the shame only burns worse and her dignity only drains faster. "I can do it. I can do it." She told herself, even without believing it. After about 8 minutes of nearly running (plus 5 minutes of stopping in her tracks to avoid leaking during waves of desperation), she finally reaches the ship. With the pilot outside talking with a shopkeeper from one of the stores around. μ: …so there he was, helmet off, water and salt still pouring from every single pore in his skin. Looking more soggy than a Lumeris. The shopkeeper laughs. Shopkeeper: Man, how do you manage to stay sane dealing with organics? μ: A lot of work mandated thera- Alina: Pilot! μ: Ah, look who's back. This is Alina, the Imperium human I'm escorting today. Alina, this is κ, a friend. Shopkeeper: Hello. Alina: (visibly agitated, hands on crotch) Yeah, that's nice. Can you open the ship? μ: Well, we still have to wait for a few more hours to take off. Alina: Just open it! μ: Fine, calm down. No need to yell. μ takes a white remote control that was connected to him through a magnet and presses a button. A side door opens and Alina enters it as fast as she can without losing control. κ: What's wrong with that one? μ: (following Alina inside the ship) Organic problems. Talk to you later, κ, probably with a new story to tell. κ: Alrighty, bye. After μ enters the ship and goes through the pressurisation room, it notices Alina, on her knees, legs shut tight together, her helmet on the floor and her suit half open, with one hand leaning on the wall, the other on her crotch, breathing heavily as she's trying to hold through another wave of desperation. μ: Wow, you really are not okay. Alina: Please tell me you have a bucket, bottle, anything like that! μ: How will they help? Alina: I don't want to make a mess on the floor. μ: I thought you said you could hold. Alina: Nevermind that! Please help me. μ: Uhm… Let me think… A spurt escapes the human's bladder, the urine soaking through her undies and into her suit, causing Alina to panic even more. Alina: Think faster! μ: I have a few empty container boxes in the back. They're way too heavy to move them myself. Alina: Take me there. μ: You can barely walk, I'd have to carry you. Alina: Yes, just please, don't- don't let me make a mess here. Alina is nearly crying from a mixture of embarrassment and pain stemming from her situation. μ thinks about the human's request for a second. μ: Fine. μ picks up Alina, leaving the suit on the ground, and begins carrying her like a lumberjack with a log. Alina: Eek! Upon being supported on μ's shoulder, the point of contact between Alina and μ becomes her abdomen, putting pressure onto her poor bladder with each step her carrier took, sometimes leaking a drop here or there. μ did not notice this, the machine just continued walking to the back of the ship, hoping, praying, that that diplomat wouldn't lose control on top of him. That worry was also shared by Alina, who felt herself constantly on the edge of letting go. The rhythm of μ's gait, although uncomfortable, was also a reassuring reminder that Alina would be able to finally relieve herself. Until it suddenly stopped. Alina: Did we reach it? μ: No. We're waiting on the door to the cargo area. Alina: Is… is it not working? μ: It just takes a few seconds to open. Hang on. Alina: Nngh, I'm trying… She whined. While they waited for the door to open, the only sounds to break the silence were of Alina's muffled agony. Until μ got moving once more, with no prior warning. This surprise was too much for Alina to bear and her tired sphincter relaxed for the first time in a long time. Alina: Aaaahh. No… μ: (completely monotone) This is unpleasant in so many ways. Once started, she could not hold it again. Her golden liquid continued flowing, soaking through her panties, falling on μ and dripping down to the floor. Despite it all, the feeling of peeing after holding it for so long was pure bliss. μ continued walking, even if Alina was already peeing herself, it didn't exactly know what to do to manage the situation except finish what it started, especially since they were already so close to that cargo container. μ: Here it is. The Riftborn said while taking Alina from its shoulder and putting her, on both knees, inside an open metallic chest. Alina may have already been emptying herself for a few seconds, but still had much more to release inside that box. Alina: Haaah… The diplomat's mind was blank, with little to no thoughts, except the relief she felt as her bladder pushed more and more urine out. In contrast to μ, who was watching, half disgusted, half in awe, as the puddle inside the chest turns into a pool, and that pool begins rising before Alina was finally finished. It took a few seconds before the human finally processed what happened. Her bottom half was soaked, she just pissed herself right in front of an allied nation's pilot after being carried by it to use a cargo container as a toilet. What kind of self-respecting adult would ever do something like that? The shame, the humiliation, the powerlessness, Alina felt terrible and could not fight the tears any longer as she began crying. The pilot got closer and began patting her back. μ: Uhm… there, there For the Riftbornes, tears were just as weird as anything coming out of organic lifeforms, but μ at least knew a bit of what they meant. μ: Hey, look on the bright side. It was in a private ship, so you didn't break any rule. That did not help, Alina was still sobbing. μ: Human, what's the problem? Is getting yourself wet this bad? Alina: I couldn't hold myself, I made a mess in your ship, on you. During my first mission, no less. And here I am, in a chest full of pee, crying to a Riftborn about it. I am a failure, an embarrassment to the United Imperium. I shouldn't be a diplomat, I can't even keep myself dry. μ: oh Although not understanding the big issue, the Riftborn floated closer and got lower, offering its clean shoulder to Alina to cry on. It didn't exactly know why it was doing that, but it once saw humans doing so, and apparently it should help. μ: You can lean on it to cry if you want. Alina: (sniff) thanks… A few seconds of silence broken up by Alina's whimpering go by, before any of them speaks anything. μ: Why do you think you are a failure? Alina: Even kids know how to wait to use the bathroom. Why couldn't I? μ: …Because we don't have any. Alina: (sighs) You wouldn't understand. μ stayed silent as it thought a bit about that last line. Alina, too, was silent, while she thought about how everyone would be thinking less of her. Then, from the lower extremity of what could be considered its abdomen, a black liquid came out. μ: (monotone, but trying to feign some emotion) Oh no. It seems my oil from my engine has leaked. How very humiliating. Alina's thought process was stopped, as a small smirk formed in Alina's saddened face. Riftbornes didn't leak like that and she knew it. But seeing μ: Every Riftborn knows our reactors are supposed to be maintained, how could I have been so stupid. That little theatre of μ's took a few chuckles out of Alina. She was already feeling way better. Alina: (wiping tears off her face) Dummy, you know it isn't the same thing, right? μ: Woe is me. Now that I had my accident, forever will I be known as a "dummy". Alina laughs. It was such a dumb bit, if it was any human making that joke, it probably wouldn't be funny at all. But in her situation, a little humour from a Riftborn was more than welcomed. After laughing, she stands up, her legwear and panties soaked and dripping with piss. Alina: Okay, this is enough moping around. I need to clean myself, I am feeling gross. μ would confirm that her whole kind is indeed gross, but decided to keep quiet about it. μ: Did you bring any other human clothing? Alina: No... I haven't brought any. μ: Well, we still have about 3 hours, maybe 3 and a half before we can leave. Unless you want to get rusting, you should find a way to dry out. The atmosphere here is vacuum, all that water will boil instantly. Alina: I will die if I go out to "dry". μ: Oh, you'll figure something out, I'm sure of it. Anyways, I will be outside, with κ. If you want to properly introduce yourself, you're free to try again. Alina: Yeah, thanks. Both get out of the cargo room and μ leaves the ship through the airlock, Alina checks her suit, which, despite it all, is surprisingly dry, just a bit damp on the crotch. Although, to avoid it getting wet, she had to put it on while bottomless, which was uncomfortable, but unavoidable considering her situation. After suiting up, she goes outside to talk with both Riftbornes and wait for time to pass. A bit over three hours passed, μ and Alina went back to the ship. While waiting, Alina asked. Alina: Say, μ, we barely know each other, why did you help me? μ: I am a machine, diplomat, not a monster. Who wouldn't help someone in distress? Even if they were an organic like you. And that was the biggest lesson she kept from her first real job.

There are no winners. Only losers in this game.

"Okay, Papaya, now that we're not anymore in a robot apocalypse, are you feeling anything? Headaches, weakness, nausea, blurred vision, anything?" That must have been a traumatic experience. Both in physical and mental ways, and we need to be sure that she's doing fine and check if she has an epidural hematoma how her bladder is doing.

Well, it still has many Omorashi consequences, so I would say it's fine. Although, I would like to ask if an anomaly about messing would be allowed.

Detain. Study. Protect. DSP-171 “The Twins” Object Class: Innate Detainment Procedures: Both DSP-171 may maintain their roles on the Foundation, but they shall not be allowed to leave the building for any reason, unless previously authorized by the OMO-5 and accompanied by security personnel. DSP-171-1 and -2 shall sleep in a single D-class cell, having, until further notice, cafeteria access. Description: DSP-171 are two humans that teleport themselves to the others location. This teleportation is involuntary and only happens under specific conditions and makes it impossible for the twins to be separated by two or more doors. The anomalous activity is triggered when one of the DSP-171, outside the room the other anomalous entity is in, goes through any door that doesn't lead back to the room where their twin is. Despite being called "The Twins", the anomalous entities are not actually twins, nor do they have any family connection. Before their anomalous activities were found, they worked in the DSP facility for 4 days, both as level 1 employees. Security Guard Dusk, from now on referred to as DSP-171-1 is a male with straight black hair, green eyes, 1.74 metres of height, brown skin and a lean, but non-muscular body. Has shown to be great with people, being able to hold conversations, crack jokes, lie and manipulate with ease. Dr.Dawn, referred to as DSP-171-2, is a female with curly blonde hair, white skin, brown eyes, 1.67 metres of height and a curvy body. Has shown a great ability dealing with numbers, solving maths problems at a frankly frightening rate. Is pathologically shy and will very rarely talk to anyone. Logs 05-7173: DSP-171-1's bodycam footage of the first recorded instance of DSP-171's anomalous activity. Recorded without knowledge of the anomalies. (DSP-171-1 is waiting in front of the restrooms, whistling, as DSP-171-2 leaves the female's room, running, with her jeans unbuttoned, hands around her pants as if she was prepared to lower them, but she stops herself when she notices she is back in the hallway.) DSP-171-1: Hey Diana*, long time no see. (DSP-171-2 lets out a frustrated grunt and begins holding her crotch with her right hand and tugging on DSP-171-1's uniform with her left.) DSP-171-1: The stalls have doors, don't they? (DSP-171-2 desperately nods, as she continues tugging) DSP-171-1: Well, we tried. (DSP-171-2 begins tugging harder on the security's uniform, stomping her feet on the ground, which works both to shows her dissatisfaction and as a little potty dance) DSP-171-1: What do you expect me to do? I can't go into the female's bathroom. (DSP-171-2 answers that with a whine while putting her left hand to hold herself as well.) DSP-171-2: p- please (A couple of seconds pass before DSP-171-1 responds) DSP-171-1: (defeated sigh) Fine, get in there. (DSP-171-2's face lights up as she goes back to the restroom, hopping a bit as she walks. DSP-171-1 carefully looks around, noticing other people in the hallway and walks through the male restroom's door. Instead of being in the male's room, as should be expected, DSP-171-1 is inside the female's room, where DSP-171-2 is, with one hand inside her pants, putting pressure on her crotch, and another on the stall's door. After DSP-171-1 completely enters the room, DSP-171-2 opens the stall door and runs inside, already lowering her jeans before even getting out of view, causing DSP-171-1 to avert his sight in respect. The stall’s door isn’t even closed, before a strong stream sound starts to resonate through the room, followed by DSP-171-2’s relieved sigh.) DSP-171-1: Just don’t take too long, okay, someone might see me here. (40 seconds pass before the pee stream sounds stop, being replaced by an awkward silence) DSP-171-1: Are you done? (As no response is given, DSP-171-1 approaches the open stall, where DSP-171-2 is) DSP-171-1: Is everything okay there? (No answer can be heard, so DSP-171-1 looks inside the stall, and sees DSP-171-2 sitting on the toilet, with her jeans lowered to her ankles, trying (and failing) to dry the wet spot on the blue panties around thighs using toilet paper) DSP-171-1: (looking away) Oh, uh, sorry. (Upon noticing DSP-171-1 seeing her in such a sorry state, DSP-171-2 yips and covers her vagina with her hands. She opens her mouth, but any words she tries to say can’t escape her throat.) DSP-171-1: (putting his hand in front of his eyes so as to not look at DSP-171-2) Do you need me to get you something? More toilet paper? New panties? Actually, I don’t think I’ll be able to find that with you stuck here. (DSP-171-2’s starts mumbling as her face turns red as a beet and tears come out her eyes) DSP-171-2: I- I- I was- What wi- will- they- DSP-171-1: Diana*, it’s okay, just breathe, take off your panties and put up your pants, no one will know about this accident. Let’s just get out of here, okay? (Still teary-eyed, DSP-171-2 nods, gets up from the toilet, peels off her wet panties and pulls up her dry jeans) DSP-171-1: (still looking away) Can I look now? (takes a peek before fully facing her) Alright, looking good, like nothing ever happened. Shall we go before someone sees me here? (DSP-171-2 left the bathroom trembling in fear of being noticed by anyone, still flushed from the embarrassment of what happened in that place, being followed by DSP-171-1) [END OF RECORDING] After this recording, several people witnessed DSP-171-1 escort DSP-171-2, continuously on the verge of tears, to her locker to get something, later discovered to be a new pair of panties. When asked about by superiors on their way to the locker room, DSP-171-2 maintained silence while DSP-171-1’s answer was something along the lines of “She’s on her first days working with the horrors of the universe, the doctor here just needs to take a breather. You know how it is.”, which was said in such a natural way that the most suspect thing was reportedly “a level 1 personnel being able to talk like they had so much experience in his work”.

Uh oh, stinky We should ask her to take some of the diapers. After all, how would the "nursing bot" be able to get Olivia fitted with them out of reach? ✋🩲⚪ Even though this is a normal underwear emoji, I'm absolutely not sure she'll understand that the white color makes it represent a diaper. I'm also sure that she will also be completely non compliant to what we say, after all, wearing diapers is a completely abnormal thing for her and she isn't not humiliated or mortified in the slightest about using them.

A dream city. Cheap public transport of quality, no cars noises and toilets that only people who actually need it can use? Absolute utopia! Watch out, you might become its next user.

AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!

Oh no! It seems she has pooped herself as well. Ok, ok, let's back up a step, we can deal with the mess later. Focus on Olivia's other end. Something like this for her to check the first aid cabinet. 👁➕ But does she know what she should do with the first aid kit? Like, how would she know that the distilled water there is to clean wounds, not to drink (drinking distilled water may cause diarrhea)?

It's of utmost importance knowing the extend of the damage she suffered. I believe she should turn over, so we can see if the back of her head and body has any signs of bleeding. If it's possible to show all existent emojis, show ↪. If not, maybe trying something like ⬅⬆➡ could work (but if it doesn't, it is still funny seeing her confused face).

I really like the idea, although it's possible won't engage on it, these past (and most likely next) few weeks have been pretty busy. But when I have some time, I'll definitively check it out.

What the dog doin?