She was still above him. Those startling blue eyes watching him. Perhaps with interest, he wasn’t sure. Her pretty face framed by those long hairs. For a moment he wondered how it would feel, those plush lips pushing down the inches, slowly, as she would lodge him in the back of her throat. Would the muscles in her throat constrict around him, would she drool… Damn. He felt his cock give off a pulse again. He wondered what his subordinates would ask, when he’d return from his week ‘off’ as he had named it himself. The maiden voyage of this newly automated vessel the perfect ploy to escape the burden of command for a while. He wondered more though how they’d respond when he’d tell them he had been wrecking this delicious blonde for the whole week, letting her leave the ship with her holes dripping with his potent seed… Two days? That would hardly be enough.<br/><br/>He coughed lightly to get him out of his train of thought. Bringing him back to the reality of the situation. She was far from undressed, let alone speared on those thick inches all the way to the hilt. When he looked at her intensely he saw something had changed. She gave her vessel a last look, and then looked at him. Her words were gentle, slightly soft.<i>I don’t buy the act</i>. It made him chuckle slightly and shake his head. A friendly response to a remark which required none. But her eyes looked at him now, just as intensely as he was spying her. He could see her gaze drop, his jawline, his neck.<br/><br/>His<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fstarwarsblog.starwars.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2015%2F07%2FImperialFleetTrooperM2.jpg&amp;hash=843f85fe639828cfc33e20f0cbb7b466" href="http://starwarsblog.starwars.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/ImperialFleetTrooperM2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">uniform</a>had no markings at all. Normally there would be a rank cylinder displayed on the chest. Perhaps even a thread of silver laced through the fabric to show off the importance of the person. But none were there. She might not have recognised any rank which he would bear, but it would signal somewhat his importance. The uniform was black, not the regular green fleet clothing. Black from the fighter squadrons. He stood there, at attention, waiting for her with his hand outstretched.<br/><br/>While her eyes dropped and studied him, he dropped his eyes for another moment too. But with the cat blockage, there wasn’t much on display. He could see she was fit. Perhaps she would have the stamina to keep him busy for hours. Just as his eyes caught up with her pretty face again, she licked her lips. That move had him hitch his breath, nearly unnoticeable. His mind right back to how those lips would feel. Would she let him watch her lick those lips after the first pass on his cock? Like he was a delicious treat for her to taste? The air between them had changed in the last seconds. Apparently both were quite busy with a certain mutual attraction. She batted her lashes at him, a first clear sign of flirtation. Perhaps also a first sign that she’d give in.<br/><br/>His cough, she cleared her throat. Her sultry sounding voice spoke to him again. As she introduced herself. He repeated. “Phae…”. His warm vibrato tasting her name on his tongue. Deciding that it was fitting for her. Pretty creature, pretty name. Then he focused on the rest of her words. Her former employer apparently wasn’t her employer anymore. And if she had taken the ship and he wasn’t on here… then probably the falling out had made sure the man had no transport of Chandaar. That was a nice bit of information. It also meant that when he would set up an attack force to bring Chandaar back into the Imperial fold… or rather, into the Imperial fold (as it had always been a nest of lawlessness) he would find him there. Ready to be taken up.<br/><br/><i>Am I allowed to name your name and rank?</i>For a moment he thought on that. Would it be a good thing to have her know his name? Would it compromise him in any way? Wouldn’t it scare her off? Perhaps his rank would be something kept from her. He didn’t want to give her a false name though, he wasn’t going to lie about his identity, there was no reason why either. It wasn’t as if she could abduct him and demand a ransom to be paid for his release. He held the cards in that game, at least this meeting. His answer was quick, before she continued. “Jack Dankorin, Phae.”. Without a rank added.<br/><br/>He watched her jingle the cat. A mild smile playing on his lips as she accentuated her words with the mild jingle. “Perhaps we should take care of that pussy…” a slight pause “cat… first then. We can drop him off at your temporary quarters. I’ll have you stationed right close to the hangar, so you can keep track of the work on your ship.”. He stepped up to her now, his outstretched hand leading around her. Settling that powerful hand on the lower back of her, guiding her away from the Clovis as she spoke. When she asked about superiors, he actually chuckled. A low, gentle sound. She wasn’t to know, that he was probably the most superior Imperial officer on this side of the galaxy right now. The admirals had been called back to Coruscant when the Emperor died… He was certainly the most powerful in this sector of space.<br/><br/>“Well Phae…” he spoke. “I am the master of this vessel.” He deliberately didn’t use a term which was normally used in the Imperial navy, captain, or commander. As he guided her away from her sleek little ship the droids stepped up to the vessel when they had passed. “You will find nothing but empty hallways and rooms here, I’m sorry to say. This is her maiden voyage… she has been fully equipped with automation, I’m taking her for a test run...” his eyes on her for a second as he thought about taking her out for a test run too. His hand on her lower back just guiding, no real pressure. God. He could imagine dropping that hand a little lower and landing a nice smack on that ass.<br/><br/>The doors of the hangar bay opened with a swoosh. They entered one of the corridors. “We’re in luck… a few doors down there are crew quarters. You’ll have four bunks for your cat to pick from, an ensuite bathroom facility to boot. And I’ll take you on a tour then…”. No more then twenty meters along the corridor he pushed the button next to a door. For that he had stepped away from her, his hand drawn away too. As he stood before her with his back to her, he gave her another opportunity to watch him. The door swished open, revealing a small room with four beds (basically<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.sailorsknot.info%2Ffiles%2F1.jpg&amp;hash=157e8f94ff5445f390be0463b33ca077" href="http://static.sailorsknot.info/files/1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">this</a>setup without the window). A door to the left led to a small bathroom with a lavatory, shower and a sink. Though the ship was now fully automated, there were enough crew quarters left for a detachment of stormtroopers or a boatload of passengers. He stepped back from the door, standing besides it. “After you Phae” as he gestured to the room with a very mild bow of his upper body.