Freelancers:Tight Quarters (see OOC to join/info)

[PaintaPicture]

She kept laying there and kinda smiled at his idea of the whiskey and his bedroom. She stretched her body out and let her legs regain their muscle strength and she literally hopped to her feet. She smiled at him offering him a hand pulling him up with her. She took out the braid in her hair and let the long black hair fall onto her shoulders. Then quickly sweeping it up into a bun on her head.

She grabbed the whiskey taking the top off and taking a rather large swig and putting the top back on. A part of her wanted to stay and go for another round but the other part told her to put the gun in his face ask for the money and then haul ass out of there. She handed him the bottle and then looked at her clothes.

"I should probably go...i've got like work to do and uh stuff..."
She bent down pulling on her thong and then pulled on her sports bra.
"I had a great time, and that whiskey is damn good...but ya know, work and stuff"
At this point she just needed to shut the hell up and keep getting dressed. She eyed her guns and then muscled a smile at him.

 

[deathlynx]

Arch smiled wistfully as she drank some of the whiskey. It was too bad she wouldn't stay for more, but he supposed it made sense. The longer they stuck together, the more likely something was to go wrong. But oh the fun they could have. He had to at least give it one more try. "Oh, I understand about work. It can be a pain sometimes but that's why I look forward to the days off. A good vacation works well. You sure I can't convince you? I promise to behave." He added a quirked grin at the end.

He began to put on his own clothes, likewise starting with his pants. He didn't reach for his weapons, but knew they were close enough should she legitimately threaten him. Mostly, however, he left them to the side as he continued. After every article of clothing he took a quick swig from the bottle, held in his left hand, his weapon hand, to show he was little threat.

 

[landiek]

Aislinn groaned softly as she felt his body ram deeper, her heart making her chest heave and breasts wriggle on Desum's chest almost drove her to another cheap orgasm.

Ace nearly cried when Desum pulled out and before she could get her wits about her to chew his ass off, she was flung over the manifold cover. The icy touch of metal on her feverish skin nearly gave her a sharp nip of extreme pleasure. Aislinn could feel nothing beneath her feet as her bottom wriggled enticingly for Desum to come back within.

Aislinn was seeing stars when Desum refilled her emptiness and his thrusts were equal to the drop of the hammer on the anvil, molding the hot metal into a work of beauty.

"Ohhhhh oohhh ahhhhhh uhhhhhhhh." Aislinn felt the heated priming dive deeper still, her body trembling to the heartbeat of her engines. "DAMN DRIVE ME.... WARP IT!"

The swift change of position made Ace begin to spasm, spurts of fire sweeping thru her midsection blasting waves of quim over his shaft. The droplets of water striking her back made her gasp and hiss as her body was hooked into intricate bondage.

Then his cry sent new shivers through her back and rang in her ears. It was deep and strong like a song of the wilds that was long forgotten or purely disbelieved. Aislinn felt her hips rocking over his pulsing rod, taking every drop of precious lubrication from his thickness and feeling his balls practically pushing past her cunt lips. "Ohhh yoou fuckin parked 'em in me."
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[PaintaPicture]

She got her pants and shirt on reaching for her holster and jacket. She slowly pu her arms through the loops of the leather holster adjusting the guns in their place. Pulling her jacket on she smiled at him and then realized how broke she was, and how she got one of the things she wanted. This was going to be a bit easier than she thought, he was mostly naked and unarmed. Pulling her boots on she adjust the small knife that was hidden in it and then made sure the ones in her jacket were still there as well.

All of a sudden she whipped a gun out holding it at arms length pointed at his chest.
"Now, we've both had our fun, but i know you've got money...give it to me."
She gave him a devilish smile. Hopefully he wouldnt be trouble, if he was, she'd just put a bullet in his foot to make sure he wouldnt do it again. And then work her way up until he got the idea, or died.

She didnt really want to kill him but she needed some money, maybe get enough at some point to buy her own cruiser of some kind. She needed to stop stealing people's ships and keep herself better hidden. Keeping the gun steady in her hand as she waited for his next move.

 

[Tseranc]

Desum felt weak kneed, and light headed from the raw force of their fucking. He crumpled over the top of Ace, pinning her beneath him as he caught his breath. As his senses slowly returned, he kissed, then bit her neck and shoulder, as he withdrew.

He almost cringed, and definitely let out a heartfelt sigh as his cock slipped free of its warm home; strings of combined lust stretching between them. “Oh Aislinn baby, that was hot,” he managed, while flopping down to taking a seat beside her; leaning against the manifold they had just used as an aid to their sex.

“Just how lucky can a man get?” He asked the world between heavy breaths, almost absentmindedly. He didn't yet wonder where his other crew member was, or about getting the parts they had purchased either stowed or used for a repair. He just sat and thought about the lovely day he had, beginning with Jaynnah in a access duct, and ending with Ace over the engines. And to think, there was only one bed to share when night came!

 

[deathlynx]

Arch smiled. He saw the gun drawn. With his hands a foot or so away from his own gun he might have been able to draw his own. Even now there were techniques he knew that could allow him to escape unharmed and with all of his cash. They remained, in primed reflexes, just in case the atractive woman decided she couldn't have a witness.

Slowly, carefully, Arch reached away from his weapons and towards his coat. Equally cautious, he slid a single hand into a noticeably flat pocket, while the other remained flat on the ground. The best he could have in the pocket for a weapon would be a knife; not much against her gun, even in trained hands, which his weren't for throwing. As he removed his hand, he held a certified credit disk.

"I'm not entirely certain how much is on there, but there should be a few thousand." Arch leans back against the wall, still away from his weapons, to see what she'll do next. "I do hope this doesn't mean we can't have some more fun if we happen to run into each other in the future. It's so hard to find such intensity!" In truth his crew was good with intensity, and added passion to the mix, but with this woman there was also novelty.

He hoped that she had some code of honor. There were criminals who would go peacefully once cornered. A few would even fool around afterwards without attempting to kill you. They didn't give up hope for freedom, they simply respected a skilled hunter and enjoyed the fun while they could. Besides, prisons were much easier to eascape than personal transports in the middle of space.

 

[landiek]

Aislinn moaned as his weight dropped on her back nearly squishing her into the cool metal thumming in time to her heart. It was a ride she loved getting on occassion and even now she was totally wiped.

She felt the shift in weight as he withdrew and let her arm dangle freely over the side into the air. how light she felt, almost weightless as her cnt muscles pulsed over the phantom cock that was embedded within her greased shaft.

“Oh Aislinn baby, that was hot,” he managed, while flopping down to taking a seat beside her; leaning against the manifold they had just used as an aid to their sex.

"Nahuhh it was warped.. drived me over the milky way." Aislinn mumbled as her cunt pinched tight holding in the pools of jism that wriggled at her lips to seep to the metal floor or even escape to the gears a few levels below to keep Aislinn in a sexual mood.

“Just how lucky can a man get?” He asked the world between heavy breaths, almost absentmindedly.

Aislinn remained still and let her orgasm consume her thoughts and body. She knew if she moved she would have to lie on the floor awhile before her wits came to normal.. so lieing still was far better then falling, unless she fell in Desum's arms.. but that might be too tempting to restart the core for another drive.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jaynnah’s eyes were glassy, but she wasn’t aware of this. Her breath was labored. Her pulse raced and the blood in veins boiled. She watched with a hungry gaze as her two partners fucked themselves into next week. Her own fingers had been making their way in and out of her slippery pussy, digging, prodding, driving her closer to her own climax. She knew the two on the screen as well as she knew how to play her own body. The sounds that filled the bridge told her that Desum and Ace were close to coming and she was bound and determine to make it a three-way, even if they didn’t know it.

Her one hand, that had been playing with her breast, reached out and upped the volume on the speakers. Soon the noise of rutting humans echoed around her and she closed her eyes, and went back to work. As Ace came, Desum grunted his release and Jaynnah squealed out her own. Come flooded her palm and slid lazily down her wrists to stream across her forearm. It dripped and settled between her thighs, leaving the Captain’s chair moist. Several minutes passed before Jaynnah opened her lids and glanced at the screen. Her lovers and co-partners were exhausted at the moment as was she.

Her body hummed as she took in deep gulps of air and shifted in the slippery seat. After more time passed, she sighed and rose from the chair, licked at her fingers, removed her shirt and then wiped away the come with it. The screen was shut off, the speakers adjusted and everything was returned to normal, though the scent of arousal still seemed to hover in the room, granted it probably hovered all over the ship. The more Jaynnah thought about it, the more she grinned. The three of them were constantly rutting and for the ship to have its own special fragrance wouldn’t surprise her.

She bounded off the bridge and headed toward the kitchens to warm up the couple’s supper. On her way she thought of how she was going to one up Ace, because right now they were tied on the who gets to fuck the boss the most bet.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lili smiled wide as he handed her the disk she took it between her fingers and flicked it into a coat pocket and zipped the small pocket shut. A few thousand was good, it would be good for sometime. But this also made her realize he was good at his job if he could give her that amount of money and not seem to flinch. Her smiled remained when he spoke of seeing her again.

"Well...if i see you again i'll either shoot you...or fuck you. Either way, you're screwed."
She laughed at her last comment. She didnt feel the need to kill him right then. If he caught her and went to take her in, atleast she'd get a gauranteed a nice fuck before she'd be living behind bars, unless she killed him then.

"Since i know you will look up who i am once i leave, and see what i have done, be happy i didnt put a bullet in your chest."
She felt like a wuss for not killing him.
"Oh, and you might feel a bit stupid for not putting cuffs on my wrists, i aint cheep."
At that point, with gun still in hand back handing him as hard as she could, still wanting a bit of a head start if he did decide to be ballsy and follow her. She then walked out the door and pulled her sunglasses on and getting a nice sprint in the opposite direction away from the original bar and then walking.

She passed a few buildings seeing there had been some kind of a scuffle in one of them and she just walked looking for some loley spacer who she could steel some form of transportation from. Her luck wasnt going well and she eventually sat down on a bench lighting a cigarette and thinking about the amazing sex she just had.

 

[Tseranc]

Still taking deep breathes, the the sight and scent of the Ace's dripping pussy was so near, he was tempted to do something about it again. But he was spent for the moment, and knew it; who wouldn't be?!

“You know babe, I'd take you for another trip around the stars right now, had you not worn me out so well. I think I'll need a meal before I can manage to fix anything around here, much less you and Jaynnah."

As if on cue, he heard something come from beyond the engine room, as the door was still wide open. He wondered how long Jaynnah had been on board, as it couldn't be anyone else without alarms sounding off in a rather distracting way, which he almost surely would have noticed during the amazing sex he had just been lost in.

He wasn't sure exactly what went on with the women on his ship, but after any sexual exploits happened between crew members, those two could always be found chatting secretly; an obvious trend in such a small ship, though was was discussed he left alone. He had a few wild theories, but figured knowing would just ruin the mystery, and as things were, life was exceedingly great. Why mess with that?

Desum stood up, and ran his fingers across Ailinn's cum soaked pussy, cupping her sex in his hand, as he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Lets go show Jaynnah what you've done. I know how you too love to gossip after getting laid. We shouldn't keep the poor girl waiting.” His grin nearly cut his face in two.

He helped her stand, never removing his hand form her cunt, sometimes letting his thump tease the sensitive clit, or his fingers massage the thick, wet lips. He might not be ready to go again, but he knew that didn't apply as much to his beloved crew. He practically had to carry the small woman, to the kitchen, holding her up on weak legs the whole why while teasing her, until they met their medic and lover who was heating up some food.

“Hey there Jaynnah! How did your 'meeting' go? We had a good time shopping, got into a nice fight and came here to vent some frustrations.” He said everything in his fun-loving, smooth voice; if one were just listening, you'd never know his fingers were busy dancing across Aisliin's delicates.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jaynnah’s smirk lifted from her lips and she winked at her Captain and her co-partner. Her brows lifted as she took in the sexually aroused woman and the way she was being “held” up by a busy pair of twittering fingers. “Good grief, ya just fucked her one of nine ways to Sunday, let her go and get over here to eat. I’ve not been slaving over this meal for hours just so it can go cold... which it did.”

She stuck out her tongue and spun around, but not before giving a saucy wink to her friends and lovers. She could smell the arousal from Ace and it stirred in her a hunger that would not be satisfied with food.

As she readied both of her companions plates of steaming fruits, veggies and meats, all real since they were on a planet and not the normal artificial stuff they were used to eating, Jaynnah heard her stomach growl. Perhaps she had worked up an appetite herself after all. She thought of what she’d witnessed between Desum and Ace and grinned. She then thought of her “trip” and whimpered.

With her back turned she sighed wistfully. “The trip was devine,” she said before turning around and placing two plates on the table and returning for her own. “Go on know. Let the girl eat and rest. We’ll deal with her again later.” Jaynnah stressed the word “We’ll” as she took her own place at the table to enjoy her meal.

“I’ve got everything we need to get started. So as soon as you’re ready we can head out, though I admit I’d like to stay the night on the ground instead of sleeping while the ship runs itself. You know how I hate it when its on auto-pilot.” She shuddered at the thought of waking up and having the ship falling apart around them with no one at the “wheel” so to speak.

 

[deathlynx]

At last the mystery was solved. The woman was a criminal, as he'd expected. The amount he was able to offer her posed a risk in its own right. With that much money, she could have realized he likely had more available on short notice and forced him to access it. The other problem would be if she thought him too capable to let live. Given both of those possibilities, he kept his body relaxed, confident that he could reach for his weapons before she got a fatal hit at least.

Arch couldn't help but laugh at her joke. It might not have been incredibly funny, but it was a good tension relief. With her skills, both in bed and holding a gun, he wouldn't be surprised if she were worth quite a bit. And she was right, he did intend to find out who she was, but not quite for the reasons she might suspect.

As soon as the door closed once more, Arch began to get loosely dressed. By the time he reached his floor he was barely covered enough to hurry down the hall to his room. The whiskey was set by the door as he hurried over to the computer. The analasys of the shells proved as little as he suspected, so he quickly emptied them into the trash and scraped some of the mess that remained from their rather frantic bout in the lift.

This was something he always did. Not that he typically seduced, or was seduced by, someone who he didn't even know the name of. It was simply a precaution to know exactly which, if any, germs he needed to purge from his system. It was a big galaxy out there and partners could have all sorts of diseases they didn't even know about.

Arch's eyes widened. The woman, Liliha apparently, hadn't been kidding! She had quite a large bounty. But as he scanned the list of warrants and convictions, he was rather surprised. There was very little on there that Arch himself hadn't been accused of at one point or another. This only continued to confirm his belief that the only difference between some criminals and the hunters was the skill of their lawyer. And Arch had a very good one.

Arch quickly memorized the sheet as he quickly gathered himself and finished getting dressed. With everything back in place, he could comfortably go back out. Now, there was at least one person on the planet who knew who, and what, he was. Fortunately,, or possibly unfortunately, she was the very person he now sought. With no word from the spaceport, his other mark had yet to leave, so he was free to chase after a second.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lili continued to sit and chain smoke. She knew it was bad but as a criminal who is she to tell herself what is bad anymore. Her mind then though of how much she was worth. She calculated and tryed to figure out if they figured out she had killed those guys the month before. Their boys had been on her case for the longest time and she wondered if they had ever gone to the cops. She shrugged it off basically guessing that the cops were getting smarter and slowly figuring out she HAD done all those things she was convicted of as well as the things she already was convicted of.

She had no guilt for any of it. She never killed innocent people but she would steal from them, it was easy. Stealing stuff, selling stuff, and blowing stuff up was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Arms dealing and trafficing was fun while it had lasted until she got caught the first time, but got out of that situation quickly. It had been a rather messy one. A few deaths but not too many. She then chuckled lightly at what her mug shot looked like these days. A few months ago they had a blurry picture and a picture from when she was 14 and age progression. She loved being one of the toughest fish to reel in.

Last bounty hunter that came after her ended up being a good thing. She killed him, got his tiny crap ass ship and all his money. But it then got added to her list of her crimes, not that she cared. She loved being a free bird, a wild animal. She could be vicious or soft but vicious was way more fun she thought. Going to prison would probably kill her. That would end her life. She was still young and wanted to live forever and picture herself going down valiantly. Not from some scum bag bounty hunter.

Now she sat, putting her cig pack back in her jacket pocket next to the money and layed down on the bench closing her eyes for a moment, sunglasses still on and letting herself momentarily relax and think about what she was to do next.

 

[Tseranc]

Desum sighed, and released his 'prisoner', licking his fingers off, and took a seat while the divine Jaynnah served them. Shew as by far the best of the three at preparing a tasty meal, though he was getting better; after she managed to convince him there was more to cooking then fire, meat and alcohol. To his credit, sometimes the alcohol was used to flavor the meat.

The meal was of course, wonderful, and he looked forward to the “We'll deal with her” that Jaynnah promised. A good enough reason to remain dirt side, if ever he heard one. Ships didn't need pilots when parked.

He pulled a computer pad off the counter, and thumbed through the inventory, and agreed that they had everything they might need to get started. “You spoil us hun, what would I do without you?” He set the computer interface down and finished his meal. He didn't ask how she knew of his and Ace's most recent mating; there was no privacy on board. “I'll get our new parts put in, while you ladies gossip.” He winked knowing that any 'gossip' was really just giving them time to plot against him, and so far, that could only mean more fun for him.

He hauled the parts up from the cargo bay where they were unceremoniously dropped, and into the engine room. He took the engines off line, letting she ship run off its reserves for a few moments. He;d have done the entire job much faster, if the scent of sex wasn't still lingering in the compartment...they really did have a good time.

With the new parts in, he looked at one he had replaced, and noticed a huge crack in the casing. “Whoa...close Hawk, close.” He quickly put it in a heavy sack, and rounded up some more 'trash' in need of taking out. Sure, he could wait and jettison it into the plasma stream of his engines as they flew; but that would give the girls time to find his little secret as to just how close they had come to drifting in space....again.

 

[deathlynx]

Arch shifted through the crowd. He suspected that Lili hadn’t gone very far at all. Why should she? Likely only one man on the planet even knew who she really was, and she had little reason to suspect that he knew the full details. If it hadn’t been for the rather pricy scanner hardware he’d had installed in his computer, there would be no way for him to know.

Of course, she might have feared reprisal for the money she stole, but he had a feeling she understood how little that had meant to him. He had parted with it casually enough, and anyway, he hadn’t screamed threats at her or even glared as he handed it over. And the only reason he hadn’t told her she’d been well worth every credit was because of the potential to wound her pride.

Arch continued to glide through the crowd. For a large man, he found it remarkably easy, almost as easy as he blended in when his head poked a few inches above most of the rest of the pedestrians. It was that extra height that allowed him a glance of her, sitting at a bench not so far away. As the crowd shifted, he used the eddies of the living current to let him slip up behind her almost invisibly.

However, it was always possible that she had sensed him coming, so when he slipped onto the bench beside her he placed himself on her left. That way, she would have a relatively clear draw on him and she could always slap his right hand away from the holster if he tried to draw on her. It was a purely psychological ploy, since they both had multiple weapons, but one he relied on to keep from getting shot the instant he sat down.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye, but kept his face forward. To any who might happen to see them, they would be no more than two strangers who shared a bench. In truth that assessment wasn’t far from the mark.

Still facing forward, he addressed her. “Liliha. I must say your sheet has impressed me, but not nearly as much as you did all by yourself.” His hands remained in his lap where she could see them. “If you have a fault, it’s getting the drop on you. But that’s why you need to work with someone.”

Finally, Arch turned to look at her. His eyes showed pure business. But it was the prospect of enjoyed work rather than the cold calculation that so many businessmen had. There was even a little mirth mixed in to the cornucopia of thoughts that swirled in their depths. “I have a proposal to make. How’d you like to join my crew?”

 

[PaintaPicture]

She knew it was him as soon as he sat down. She didnt have to guess or even look over at him. Her fingers plaed with a knife as he did thought. It took a moment for him to speak which she figured he might need a moment to think before he said anything. She would have no problem shooting him in the head right there. Public displays of death, as she lovingly called them didnt bother her.

But when he did speak, he used her full name which bothered her slightly. Most new her as Lili and she prefered it that way. She gripped the knife tighter on the opposite side of her body, when he mentioned that she had a fault. She new she had flaws she just hated when others pointed them out. She wanted to know what he was getting at because if he was trying to charm her it wasnt working at all.

As he turned and looked at her she didnt look back, she just sat there until he finally asked the the strangest thing she thought she'd ever hear. Join his crew? Work FOR someone that wasnt herself. To hunt her own criminal 'friends'. She then paused and very very quickly moved herself so she was stradeling him but at the same time held her knife to his throat. With her tight body against him and a blade to his throat, she didnt know what he'd do.

"You know i could kill you right now. And your asking me...a cold hearted criminal, to join you. Do you even know what you are saying? And how do i know this isnt a trick to lure me somewhere and then slap cuffs on me and throw me behind bars and how do you know i wont kill you and your crew in your sleep and take all your shit?. Also on a side note, just call me Lili or Li , it makes life easier."
She paused and took her sunglasses off with her free hand and put them on her head giving him a serious glare. She was annoyed that he'd even offer but interested at the same time. She didnt move the knife off his neck though and didnt let her gaurd down once.

"Cops would be all over your ass, as well as it would add to your probably exsisting criminal record. I'm sure you've done something stupid atleast once in your life, but this is a big one. I dont get why you would ask me."
This was just a huge rush of events that was going on. It was confusing, awkward, and slightly sexy if that she joined she'd get more action hopefully. But trust was the name of the game here, and she had none. That and most people didnt trust her.

 

[deathlynx]

Although her actions were completely predictable, her choice of weapon had surprised him slightly. Desum always claimed he should have gone into a legitimate profession. In truth it had generally been shouted at Arch at the top of his lungs after some bit of foolishness. And although the words changed, the gist was always the same. Arch had too much potential to waste getting himself killed in such a foolish, not to mention avoidable, fashion as bounty hunting.

In times like this, Arch had to admit that Desum knew something about what he spoke. The knife told him a lot about the woman. A knife was an amazing weapon for intimidation. There was something very visceral about holding a knife to someone, just as fear increased exponentially at being threatened by knife, as opposed to a gun.

Throughout her diatribe he just sat relaxed and smiled kindly. His only concern was to make sure that there was nothing condescending or pitying in his expression. He wanted her to see the truth, that he genuinely admired her tenacity.

When she finally wound down, and expected answers, he nodded and began. “First, let me apologize about the name. Although there were a number of aliases listed, there was no notation as to how you preferred to be addressed.”

Arch’s chest heaved with a slightly theatrical sigh. “Now let me begin to address your concerns. To start, you can only trust that I do not intend to get you somewhere where I can restrain you on your own. While I admit the idea of seeing you in restraints holds some appeal, I can assure you that it has nothing to do with turning you over to the police.”

She felt a pulse of excitement from his pants in response to the thought. His right hand, still covering his left and trapped when she moved to straddle him, attempted to brush slightly along the inside of her thigh to accent the point.

“I might suggest, however, that if my intent had been to take you in however that a tranq dart fired from a distance,” Arch nodded at the banks of windows around, “would have been a much safer tactic. If you still don’t believe me, then note that I could also have stunned you the moment you placed yourself delightfully on my lap.”

Lili could feel his right hand shift and felt the press of something hard and possibly mechanical press against her inner thigh. In hindsight it became obvious that he had added at least one weapon to his arsenal and used the position to cover it. “It’s a much smaller version of my stun baton. Its charge doesn’t incapacitate for nearly as long, but generally long enough for me to bind and disarm opponents.”

“Now, how about we dispense with threats and posturing and simply discuss the proposal on the table?” His tone had gone from light and flirtatious to businesslike very quickly. If need be he would take her in for the bounty, but he was very serious about his offer. If only he could get past her initial surprise and doubt and into the actual negotiation.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jaynnah and Ace finished their own meals and the quietly conversed about who was winning their bet. She admitted they were currently tied and the girls giggled when they admitted they didn't really mind that dilemma.

Once the dishes were put away and the remaining food stored in an air-tight, freezing compartment, Ace left to shower and wash away the scent of her and Desum's joining. Jaynnah headed back to the bridge and took a seat behind her console. She scanned the pages of digital script that had been pouring in concerning various news bulletins and new marks. Today had been a busy day for the planet.

Jaynnah rolled her shoulders and was about to catch a nap when an alarm sounded. She frowned and sat back up. Quickly her fingers flew across the keyboard and she groaned as she identified the cause of the squawking alarm. “Fuck that's gonna cost us,” she muttered and then pushed her way from the console.

“Ace,” she said as she rounded a corner and came face to face with her co-partner.

“Yeah?” the young woman asked.

“The computer beeped and the crypto signaller is on the blink.”

“Uh?” Ace said with a raised brow. “I just replaced that last week!”

“Well, it's broke again.” Jaynnah shrugged.

“Fuckin' ass told me it was a good piece. I fuckin' paid an arm and a leg for that.”

“Well, we gotta have it. There's plenty of time to dash out and grab another, this time though, I'd suggest you check out the merchandise and not the seller.”

Ace rolled her eyes, but agreed and left the ship. Jaynnah went back to the bridge and began to run scans on various other parts of the ship, paying special attention to the parts Ace had purchased last week.

 

[PaintaPicture]

He made lots of good points she noted. This guy was smart, almost smarter than her, but it was something she'd never admit. He could have already had her in cuffs locked up somewhere if had wanted. She hated the damn tranq guns, gave you the headache of your life when you woke up. She then made up her mind and flipped the knife back into it's sheath in it's pocket and climbed off his lap sitting next to him again. She knew hehad enjoyed her on top of him but at this point she'd rather be a tease and talk business than other things.
"first things, I dont give a shit how sexy you think it is, dont ever put restraints on me. If you do, you have basically written your death wish."

She then took a deep breath and figured, that this was a good idea. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer she thought to herself.
"I'll do it...and how does the rest of your crew feel about this?"
She just chuckled knowing they probably wouldnt like the idea of an extremely wanted criminal working with them catching other criminals.

"This is just like being proposed to...it's something i didnt even think plausible."
She had to laugh a bit harder at that. She had always been a fairily free woman when it came to relationships, since she was always on the run. She never even told them her real name. But now she'd have a stable form of transportation, but he'd probably not let her steal or kill anymore. Which was a bit of a bummer in her eyes.

"So, how does this work? Can i still steal shit?"
She looked at him putting her sunglasses back on giggeling and placing the knife back in her jacket properly so it wouldnt fall out.
"But seriously, explain things to me, i'm used to being on the other side of the game."
She paused thinking again. She'd need a new I.D. and such but besides that, she didnt know what her job would really be on his crew, what he'd want her to do. She didnt mind literally chasing people down, she was fast as shit, ask any cop around they'd let ya know. Lili looked at Arch seriously, wanting to know the details.

 

[Tseranc]

As Aislinn departed, walking right past Desum in a much less pleasant mood then he had left her, he was almost afraid to ask Jaynnah why. He did however take the opportunity of the open door to pitch his bag of trash out into the bay's community waste bin.

There was plenty of time left in the evening, so he took the time he seldom got to be with his ship. Jaynnah and Ace would roast him for it, with hours of giggling mockery at his expense; but it was worth it. A man and his ship, they needed time together. He walked around the Libertine Bounty running his hand over her metallic skin. But he not only caressed his non-humanoid love, but inspected for damage or signs of wear. He twice stopped and made notes of panels that he would need to replace before lift off tomorrow. The ion exhaust ports to the engines could use cleaning too, though the girls might view this as a waist of time.

He'd spent a leisurely hour with his craft, and kissed the hull before walking back inside. And for all his time out there, Ace had not returned yet. He decided to bite the bullet and ask where she had gone off to, finding Jaynnah on the bridge frowning over a screen. When he heard, he cringed...both for his ship and for how wonderfully he was sure their conversation had not gone. Tonight might be one of those night that sleeping sandwiched between two women was not bliss, but the most uncomfortable place in the stars.

And still more time went by, without word or sight of their pilot and lover. The Hawk got nervous and tried her comm unit, with no response. His stomach tightened, and thought on the merchants who had tried to be crooks with them earlier.

“Jaynnah, she won't answer. I'm worried, lets go look for her.” He didn't tell her about their little fight with at the part vendor, though maybe Aislinn had after he left the table. Instead he just directed her down a different street of the hardware markets.

He ran toward the place he remembered, but so many looked alike, and he finally caught a glimpse that frightened him to the core. Ace was being pushed into a building by three large men, and the door slammed shut. He raced to the door but could not break in, and so he screamed for the police. Apparently at night the apathy of another's plight grew, and people just stared at him and went on their way. While he searched for another way in, he never noticed an aircar leave form the opposite side of the structure.

Frantic, he returned to the door he;d seen her hauled through, and drew his blaster. He'd not wanted to go this route before, as he could hit the very women he meant to save, but now had no other choice to risk it. He fire three shots at where hinges should be, and was rewarded with an explosion that rocked the entire zone.

The building had been full of ionized fuel cells, and only the door he'd shot at had save his life from the shrapnel of the building's violent demise.

Desum lay there under the heavy metal door, wishing her were dead. He killed had killed her. When the people near by, picked through the rubble to help the injured, and had uncovered him, he was unresponsive. They stood him up, asked him questions, but he just stared ahead into his personal hell, finally walking off aimless ly, as the locals complained that he must answer whatever it was they were asking.

Some time later, he found himself in a bar, and had apparently laid a large credit chip on the bar, and was proceeding to drink it's entire worth. He had fallen from his stool about an hour ago, though he hadn't noticed this either. He just kept drinking, trying to kill the pain, guilt and maybe himself.

He noticed Jaynnah walk in, though somehow different...maybe she changed clothes, or maybe he'd drank his memory away. He struggled to get up, and as soon as he was on his feet, and took two steps toward her, and promptly falling on top of her.

“It was my fault...what am I going to do? Cold stars! Jaynnah, it was my fault....”

 

[Erotic_Beauty]

“What the ... ?”

Amber stumbled back as the man fell into her. His mumbled words garbled from the overwhelming evidence that poured from his breath.

“Whoa buddy,”she muttered and pushed him away. He staggered back and grunted something even less coherent. She shook her head and led him to a corner booth, where she proceeded to push him into and then stare down at him.

“Too bad you’re drunk. You’re quite the looker.”

She turned and walked away, leaving the poor slob to wear off his drunkenness. Amber made her way to the bar and ordered herself a stiff drink. She closed her eyes and rubbed her shoulder as she waited for the liquid to come to her. When it did she thanked the bartender, grabbed her drink and turned back to the crowd.

The man still sat at the table, something that didn’t surprise her, but she was a bit uneasy by the hostile stares that were being caste in his direction. She didn’t want to deal with this man’s demons. She was dealing with her own. She’d failed to save one of the women that had been injured in the destruction of a nearby warehouse. The drink burned her throat, but she enjoyed the distraction. Losing a life was never easy, even if it was a strangers.

A movement from a nearby table made her flinch. She watched several men, large and burly weave their way toward the drunk she’d deposited at the booth. It was obvious that they meant trouble and it wasn’t going to be the kind the drunkard would be able to handle. She cursed herself for the compassion she felt for her fellow man and pushed her way through the crowd, reaching the man at the same time as the group did.

“Hey baby,” she whispered and slid in between the men and the stranger.

She tossed a casual smile toward the ruffians and flashed her side arm. Granted she didn’t want to use it, but she was a single woman and knew that even her oath to aide those in need wasn’t one that meant she would let herself be killed to please another. The men frowned, but backed away, the weapon was small, but at the close proximity she’d do one of them damage. Which one was the only question.

“Well, you can’t stay here,” she muttered and pulled on the man’s arm. “Let’s go,” she growled and urged him out of the booth. She thought about where to take him. She didn’t want to take him back to the rented suite she had procured for the night, but she didn’t want to leave him to his own devices.

“A room it is then,” she muttered and called her hotel, ordering another room for her needy companion.

 

[Tseranc]

He just held on as Jaynnah put him in a booth and left. He never saw the men that meant to do him harm, but kept hold of the bottle as if it were his lost lover.

When she began to move him and talk about a room, he shook his head just a little, and then decided that was a very bad idea. Instead keeping his head locked forward, to assist in his own walking as best he could (and it wasn't much help). “No...the ship. Might be...” He fought back the urge to vomit and continued. “Might be danger to the ship.”

As they managed to leave the bar, and get out into the cooler air, he livened up just a bit. Binge drinking as a sport for years had prepared his stomach for this night, if nothing had prepared his heart. “Jaynnah....I killed her. Poor Aislinn, I tried to save her....”

He took another long gulp from the bottle of glowing green booze, nearly finishing it off. “Lets leave this rock....I don't wanna be where she died...” He stuttered to who he believed was his last living shipmate.

As they made their way down the street, he fell to he knees, and screamed his hate fore the world in a wordless howl.

Then then promptly bent over and threw up.

 

[deathlynx]

Arch smiled and thought back to the last truly big row he and Desum had fought. In truth it was beginning to look like he was in for another one the next time they ran into each other. All he could hope was that it would be a while. Long enough that Lili could prove herself. But a strange sense at the back of his neck told him he wasn’t that lucky. In fact, it suggested just the opposite.

He shook away the thought and returned to Lili and her concerns. “First of all, I don’t think the crew would really mind that much. Two of my current crew came to me in similar situations. And as you pointed out, I’ve been accused of almost as much as you have. To be honest, there often isn’t that much difference between the two jobs. The difference is who chooses our targets.”

Arch slid the mini-baton back into its pocket as he began to talk. He always did have a tendency to use his hands to communicate. Though he felt comfortable doing this given the fact that he literally had tricks up his sleeves.

“As for what would be expected of you, well, help out around the ship as needed. I don’t know what skills you have shipside, but we basically all share in the responsibility there. I do a lot of the cooking, for example. And when we get a mark, help with bringing them down.”

Arch paused and looked at her cautiously. “Now I will understand if there are people who you will refuse to help take down. It’s a hazard of switching sides. I expect you, however, not to help them or hinder our progress in that case. Just sit back and have nothing to do with those. Of course, too many of those and we’d have to reconsider bringing you aboard, but I haven’t had a problem in that respect ever.”

“Now for the perks. We all share in the profits of both our bounties and any other side jobs we happen to do. We’re pretty informal, so if you think of a job that would work for us we can discuss it. Also, we’re very laid back and spend a lot of down time at, er, recreational activities. Also free room and board. Basically you’d be a partner in all our ship’s business.”

Finally, Arch winked at her. “As for stealing or killing. I think you’ll find our life is quite exciting and rewarding enough that stealing won’t be necessary. Although occasionally we do need to slip a key or something out of someone’s pocket. Also, I will admit that some of our contracts request the mark dead or alive. In this case, we do try to bring them in alive, but if it gets hairy I have no problems with taking out the mark. I don’t generally take marks wanted dead only, but then again I’m not usually offered flat out assassination jobs either.”

“Oh, and as an added perk, we’ve got one hell of a lawyer. I think I can clear up your record. Though there still might be some out there looking for an honor duel. If they’re stupid enough to challenge, you’re legal to accept.”

 

[PaintaPicture]

She nodded along with what he was saying and agreed with most. He made things sound pretty nice and that him and his crew was pretty fair. She couldnt stand people that went on power trips, she felt the need to remind them to shut-up and knock them out. Once he was done she thought about the whole lawyer thing, since last time she saw a judge her minium sentence was 20 years non-negotiable and she figured no matter how good the lawyer was she wasnt going to be saved, it was too late.

"But as for shit i can do i'm a damn good pilot, if you need one, or a better one."
She laughed getting a little cocky. A poor sap taught her how to fly for a long time and she eventually killed him and took his ship as planned. It was so cute how he wanted to pretend more bad ass he was compared to her, obviously he was wrong.
"And please no lawyer, it's to late to throw me a life raft, and they give me the creeps anyways. But anyways, now what do you wanna do? And i hope this doesnt turn into me running like hell with you shooting at me. It was annoying as hell and doesnt need to happen again. God he was slow. Dont remember the fucker's name but it makes for a good story, never to repeat itself."
And she laughed again cracking her knuckles. She looked over at him and fixed her hair putting it into a bun and adjusted her sunglasses.

This was all to exciting she thought. She had to be a slightly more law abiding citzen, but she wouldnt be poor anymore, and have a steady place to sleep at night and not have to worry about some random kid shoving a gun in her face and blasting her ass to hell. Well hopoefully she wouldnt wake up to a gun in her face by the very man that 'recruited' her. She really hoped all things would go well.

 

[Erotic_Beauty]

Amber stood there for a moment, trying to absorb the garbled words the stranger had spoken, while watching to make sure he wasn’t throwing up more than vile belly contents. The first time he’d bumped into her he’d muttered words that she’d dismissed, but now he’d repeated at least one that she’d ignored.

That one was Jaynnah, he’d also muttered something about killing her. Then he’d said another woman’s name. Who’d had he killed?

Her eyes grew wide and her face paled as she thought of her sister, a twin she’d written off a long time ago. Who was this man and how had he killed her sister? And the other woman... where was she?

Amber waited till the man was done tossing his cookies, before urging him up to sit on a nearby bench. She tucked his head between his legs and told him to calm down. The thought of her sister’s untimely demise concerned her, though she didn’t want to admit it.

Her fingers shook as she fought for a sense of calmness to descend down on her.

“How’d you kill her?” she asked the stranger, surprised by the harshness in her voice.

She had to keep him tethered to her, learn the details, keep him talking, while she called for reinforcements. The man had admitted to killing Jaynnah, this Aislinn - whoever she was, could be in trouble.

Amber picked up her com-unit and punched in a sequence that would bring the local law to her side in less than ten minutes. She just had to keep her sister’s killer stationary till help arrived.