Something happened, as he watched her it was as if she took in his gaze and fed on it. She blushed, ever so slightly, as his eyes kept locked with hers. Not a blink, no looking away. As she offered her profile, he couldn’t help himself. His eyes dropping just a bit, to the fabric of her overall. From his viewpoint, looking up at her as she was in the ship, he couldn’t see much. But he was sure she was showing off her cleavage with those top buttons popped. His eyes raised to her gaze again right away. Was there a slight arch in her back? To push out her ass and push up those breasts? Flirting? Showing off her presence. Even though the overall was baggy and she was on flat shoes, he could see through the clothing that she was quite the package. Coke bottle anatomy, though he struggled with that description (no wonder, I’m sure Coca-Cola didn’t produce anything long ago in a galaxy far, far away).<br/><br/>He was watching her, she was checking him out at the same time. He swallowed for a second as he again refrained to look down her body. He wondered for a moment how she would look in a tight jumpsuit, leather jeans, or something short and frilly. Hell. How he would love to watch her, as he would push her legs wider, push himself deeper… Perhaps it was not the wisest course of action for her to flirt with this male. He imagined he could collar her and lock her up for his own pleasure. But he was certain, it would be half the fun than getting her to lay with him on her own accord. Initiative, enthusiasm, kinkiness… even hard, screaming orgasms all over his throbbing cock, only came with her consent. She wasn’t going anywhere soon with the Skipper anyway.<br/><br/>He watched her pull in that full bottom lip with her teeth. Ai. The brief hum in her throat, would she do that just after she would push her lips to the hilt? Stop that train of thought.<i>You’ve hijacked my ship on the off chance C’ieg might be stowed away?</i>He didn’t respond straight away. Watching her sliding down the doorframe. It made her sit at his height. He watched the form slide down with a certain appreciation. But for her, there was no appreciation in being here. She seemed to deflate, as if all energy had drained from her as it had drained from the power core of her ship. He waited as she struggled with her emotions. Standing to attention, as if she was a higher ranking officer who was getting her thoughts together. Her short<i>He’s not onboard</i>, got nothing more than a curt nod at first.<br/><br/>He arched his brow as she spoke of Erologo, necking with a trader. He’d look, he would make sure not an inch of space in the Skipper was left untouched. But he wouldn’t do that without luring her away from here. As she brought her hand to her chest, this time he could actually see the cleavage. Her slender, well manicured fingers settled on the curve, his eyes were drawn now. He couldn’t help himself. God. Give a fucking squeeze. As she blinked her lashes though, his gaze locked with hers again. As she ranted, his arms came up to a slow fold. Waiting until her wind would stop. With her gesturing and her sarcastic remark about piloting, he actually chuckled. His face lit up in pleasure, his eyes glinted as he held back his laughter, stifling the chuckle to boot.<br/><br/>“I’m looking for Erologo because he has delivered me bad merchandise. But…” as he looked over the ship in a dramatic gesture. “I think he has already been punished. This ship was in the possession of a friend of his.” He said it with certain certainty. “It seems for necking him, the both got screwed over.”. Then his eyes settled on hers once more. It was a wild guess, her response would show if it was the truth. He extended his hand to her. “Now, if you’d be so kind to take a walk with me, while these…” he gestured at the squad of bots behind him “gentlemen search your vessel top to bottom… you can tell me why my repair droids would need to get your shot power core restored.”.<br/><br/>If she wasn’t such a delicious creature, he probably would have her shot as soon as she appeared in the doorway with a blaster. But something had made him stop and wonder. And when he had seen her in all her glory, he wanted something else of her. Repairing her power core was a small price to pay, it would probably take a day, maybe two. The ion cannons he had used on the sleek little vessel were meant to fire at capital ships. Probably a whole lot of relays in her power core were completely toasted by it. While a capital vessel would just need a slow restart of all systems, giving the enemy a couple of hours to take her over, with a vessel of this size… electrics would melt, relays would burn out, batteries would empty to never recharge. The replacement material alone could cost her more than she had ever earned.<br/><br/>He wondered for a moment, why someone of his esteemed station would even bother. But this was his ‘holiday’. A few days off from the constant burden of command. A few days away from the strict hierarchy of the Imperial Navy. So who cared if the droids in the hangar bay that were here for ship repair, would have a job? It was just another test of the vessel he was taking on her maiden voyage. Could she handle a damaged shuttle, which wasn’t quite so different than her ship? He took a quick look at the shuttle he came with, parked next to the Skipper. Then he looked back at her, hand still extended. Who would care if he indulged himself? It might be damn shallow, might be a typical male reaction to her hourglass curves, but no one would question him for it. The ship and everything in it, were his to command.<br/><br/>Perhaps she would wonder, why he didn’t wear rank. Perhaps she would wonder, why he didn’t confer with any higher officers when he made the offer. Perhaps again, she would wonder, why there were only droids present and no normal personnel. Had the one meeting her in this hangar so much power, that he could throw Imperial resources around?