Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread
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				Title: <strong>Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-01-2019, 18:32:37</strong>
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				It's July in the Sonoran Desert, and perhaps twelve miles down a dirt road from Tat Momoli-- like everywhere nearby-- the sage brush and creosote cast long shadows on the warming Arizona soil. The sun's broadening light is beginning to break the horizon, bringing with it the heat that scalds skin, sears metal, cracks leather... but these fibrous plants thrive, the dusty soil and blue-green sage--<br><br>--interrupting that thought, a bur sage leaves a prickly trail of nettles on Jackson's canvas pants, giving her a tiny scratching sensation as if to remind her of their determination.&nbsp; She chuckles softly.&nbsp; "Tougher than me," she says with a chuckle, and weaves her way around another of a hundred or so of the towering saguaro cacti.&nbsp; <br><br>She's climbing&nbsp; a small ridge, leaving her workshops and bunker behind her in the growing heat of the morning, a canvas bag over her shoulder rattling against her hip with the weight of black ballistic cases, metal battery sleeves, polymer shells.&nbsp; To an outsider, she'd look terribly out-of-place anyway-- a pale, willowy young woman, head-to-toe in khaki and light-gray cotton, wearing a broad-brimmed tan hat and touristy, black RayBan's-- but to be lugging a bag of gear that was more than equal her size, and sagged with the weight of, perhaps, a few hundred pounds?&nbsp; The answer was her right arm and shoulder-- rather, what covered them, supporting the bag and hoisting it like a sack of oranges from the corner stand.&nbsp; A glimmering carapace of black and gunmetal-blue, an inch thick or more, articulated and actuated over her joints like a fine set of custom-made armor.&nbsp; It shimmered with grim purpose, easing the burden-- and it was as much a part of her mission today as the gear she was carrying.<br><br>Reaching the top of the ridge, she looked down-- the cacti had been cleared out here decades ago, and she was looking at a dilapidated runway and adjoining, empty hangars.&nbsp; She had never try to land a plane here, of course... no one had maintained it since the Army shut down this base in the 1990s.&nbsp; But it made for a good, clear range to test gear... and one of those hangars held her helicopter, out of the prying eye of passing satellites or public scrutiny.&nbsp; Patches of the tarmac, and some of the hangar walls and roofs, were crumbling faster than others-- not from age, but from other forms of corrosion.&nbsp; Scattered concrete debris, warped and melted metal, fragmentary shrapnel,&nbsp; high-energy overflow, concentrated and burning accelerants-- all manner of destructive implements had been loosed upon this range, and her dwindling stack of cinderblocks and clay tiles was a testament to their effectiveness.&nbsp; <br><br>Setting up her usual workstation at a worn, sun-faded metal table in one of the intact shelters, she rested the bag with a rattling thunk and fetched out her first steel water-bottle from the top, taking a steady drink before carefully securing the cap and attending to her second-to-survival priority: music.&nbsp; Fetching her phone from her pocket and thumbing the touchpad a couple times, a portable Bluetooth speaker chips to life in her bag and, a moment later, music begins to spill out into the hollow desert morning (https://youtu.be/j0f5ZG9LG6k).&nbsp; She notices a collared lizard, barely visible, sunning itself on a flat piece of shattered slab toward the east side of the range.&nbsp; She starts singing along softly with the song as if she's singing to the lizard-- "didn't I make you feee-eel, like you were my oooonely man?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifts a black plastic case with her augmented armor and lays it upon the tabletop, smirking at her own silliness as she punches in a few numbers of code, then presses her fingertip to a touchpad.&nbsp; It beeps, and locks release.&nbsp; Lifting the lid, she reveals what looks like a space-age toy within-- a chrome-surfaced shaft about three feet long with a bulging chamber embedded between the foregrip and tactical grip of an assault rifle.&nbsp; She could see the schematics in her head-- in fact, she'd helped design them, but lacked the facilities to produce this specific device.&nbsp; The UK and US Governments had authorized Lockheed-Martin and Syntel to send her the prototype on a provisional basis for field testing in accordance with UNTIL's expectation that she was a reliable asset; practically human, even.&nbsp; Simply a gadgeteer with a fascinating brain.&nbsp; If only they knew.<br><br>With the touch of a button, she activated the capacitor coil array, and felt an immediate hum in her hands.&nbsp; Part of her mind was questioning if they'd used adequate shielding in the chassis design and was calculating from the weight and volume that, indeed, they'd followed her specs.&nbsp; Another part was gauging the distance downrange based on her initial projections of the beam focus through the lens and assuring that the effect would be as expected.&nbsp; Another was singing with Janis Joplin, and her lips were moving-- enunciating with her British accent a slight lilt contrasting Janice's drawl.&nbsp; "I'm gonna show you baby that a woman can be tough," she sang, then glanced up at her reptilian spectator.&nbsp; Casting him a wink, she lifted the energy weapon in her armored arm, leveled its forty-pound weight at full extension from her body downrange.&nbsp; Only thirteen percent of her brain was required to aim based on the occipital recollection of her cinderblock target fifty yards south.&nbsp; She didn't have to look as she watched the lizard for his reaction.&nbsp; "<i>Take another little piece of my heart now--</i>"There was a pop-- not some deafening boom, not a bolt of thunder-- just a pop like a balloon expelling air in a ruptured burst.&nbsp; The lizard turned its head to look at her with one eye, quizzical and curious, but not even alarmed.&nbsp; "<i>--baby.</i>"<br><br>&nbsp;She turned to study the damage-- a clean, quarter-sized hole, scorched straight through the cement-ash composite and into the ground beyond at a precise eight-degree entry angle.&nbsp; The song continued, but she wasn't singing along just yet, and instead was checking the device, clipping it into the chipset reader of a tablet and looking for variations in the capacitor readings before she powered it down and started remeasuring the lens for any warping.&nbsp; The first of a hundred measurements she would need to conduct today, the first of a dozen songs she'd hear in the desert heat before the temperature broke 110 degrees and she'd lug the gear back to her lab to load the data for analysis.<br><br>Glancing back over her shoulder at the lizard once more, she started to sing along again.&nbsp; "<i>You know you got it,</i> " then trails off smirking a little.&nbsp; It was a good day so far.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 04:01:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://2static.fjcdn.com/large/pictures/4c/13/4c139b_5771854.jpg)</div>Today was a slow day for Hope, no clients, so she had decided to go for a fly.&nbsp; She had watched a documentary the other night about an abandoned Army base in Arizona.&nbsp; She looked at a map and fixed the point it was supposed to be in her mind.&nbsp; Soon she had an internal fix on the base.&nbsp; She couldn't describe how she did that, it just formed after she thought about a fixed place long enough.&nbsp; She had once tried to fix on to her parents car while they had been travelling, but she could never lock on to it, nor could she lock on to anything else that could move under its own power.&nbsp; She got dressed in a black leotard, the material hugging her fit and busty body as well as matching leggings with flat soled ankle boots, she wore tight clothes for flying because the flapping of clothing was annoying and stung when it snapped against her skin during high speed maneuvers.&nbsp; The petite blonde packed a light lunch of various fruits into a knapsack that she could hang on her back.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking out of her small apartment and down to the street, Hope started hiking to the local park, where she would have cover of trees.&nbsp; She was careful to not taking off flying just anywhere, she was keeping a low profile with her abilities.&nbsp; They had only become active about 3 months ago and she was still unsure what she wanted to do with them, whether that was nothing important and just use them for recreation or to become a heroine and help protect people.&nbsp; But that was dangerous and she didn't have any training.&nbsp; She didn't have awesome powers like some of the heroes on TV, she could just fly very fast.&nbsp; She once flew to the moon, that had been a surprise when she didn't have any problem surviving out in space and since then she hadn't needed to eat, drink or sleep at all.&nbsp; She smiled as she walked through the park in the crisp, cool air in Boulder, Colorado.&nbsp; Walking into a clump of trees, she looked around and listened for any movement around her, once she was confident she wasn't being observed, she shot straight up into the air, reaching 1000 feet over the city within seconds and then she covered to the south west and poured on the speed, at mach 2 she could be over the Army base in under 30 minutes.<br><br>She did her best to keep from overflying population centers, staying in the Rockies as much as possible and below the peaks, weaving around the mountains to avoid airplane traffic to keep from showing up on radar or getting sighted by someone.&nbsp; Although while travelling at mach 2, that meant that the only thing a human observer would notice was a blur speeding pass them.&nbsp; Once she broke out of the Rockies, she dropped down closer to the ground, glad that her field buffered the and silenced her sonic boom as she blazed through the air, spinning around, curving side to side to avoid passing over towns as she passed into Arizona.&nbsp; Her internal tracking indicated that she was nearly to the abandoned Army base as she started to slow down.&nbsp; Inertia was a jerk at times, when she got up to massive speeds, it took her time to slow down to more reasonable speeds, especially if she wanted to land with her dignity intact.&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling as the army base came into her enhanced sight, she started banking around to circle around the base as she continued to slow down, pulling several g's as she did.&nbsp; She didn't know how many g's she could pull, but it was more than a normal human could from her rough calculations.&nbsp; As she was dropping down to Mach 1, she circled around the abandoned army base, aiming for the runway as a convenient place to land.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-01-2019, 06:34:35</strong>
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				Flitting her eyes across the screen, Jackson notes the data readouts on her tablet and impatiently waits for the data to finish loading through the solar-powered wi-fi router she surreptitiously installed in the hangar awnings to the hub at her base.&nbsp; Janis Jopin's voice is singing softer as the song fades out, but she's already burned another firing test, well along her way to the perfect smiley-face she's planning for the cinderblock.&nbsp; The wailers start a slow swing rhythm, and before Bob Marley's (https://youtu.be/pHlSE9j5FGY) voice kicks in, she's recording the third firing test.&nbsp; Not that she's particularly worried about the results, for she's measured the specs and calculated them in her head-- or, at least, her nanites have-- and so far, they've followed the specs exactly, and the material components have held up precisely as they should.&nbsp; She's relieved... the last design she'd submitted was for a magnetic, pre-shaped, grenade-launchable breaching-charge.&nbsp; It went to Raytheon, and clearly some rising-star engineer had tried to "improve" the design by altering the refraction using some elementary calculus.&nbsp; The result had been disastrous.<br><br>Waiting for the next data load, she checks the capacitor of the energy weapon, and was glad to see it still at 90%.&nbsp; If the readout is to be believed, it won't need another fusion charge until after tomorrow's checks, but she will still keep it in cold storage... just in case.&nbsp; The temperature is already beginning to climb, even in the shade, and she pauses long enough to take another drink of water from the plain steel bottle.&nbsp; The ice keeps it cold to the touch, though the silver surface is scarcely wet with condensation in the desert air.&nbsp; She takes a moment's pause to rest it against her forehead, then the nape of her neck, disengaging from the calculations to focus entirely upon the sensation of the cold steel against her skin.&nbsp; It's not so hot, just yet, that she can quite stifle the shiver of the sudden heat transference, and the nanites in her neural system seem to take a specific interest in this tactile experience.&nbsp; Alien as their intelligence is, any such response from her neural system elicits a strange curiosity from them.&nbsp; She doesn't exactly <i>deprive</i> them of stimulation, but clearly they crave more than she provides.&nbsp; Better that than they burn out on stimuli.<br><br>Tilting her blue eyes skyward for a moment, Jackson appreciates the sheer breadth of the sky-- the enormity of open space that seems here so wide and free beyond all that mankind can touch.&nbsp; She hears the subtle electronic click from the tablet as the data finishes loading, and without looking, she types the next sequence's code and disconnects the interface and cables. Setting her canteen aside, she looks down at herself-- her dusty boots, baggy khakis, and wrinkled shirt, her slim body completely hidden beneath the sags and folds of concealing cloth-- and she feels utterly apart from it all.&nbsp; She doesn't seem to fit here.&nbsp; Her pale skin, so susceptible to burns she's had to coat it in countless layers of SPF90 each morning.&nbsp; The baggy linens and cottons, supposed to breathe well in the heat but, invariably, irritating her with their weight beyond belief.&nbsp; Catching another glance of the small reptile on its basking rock, she sighs enviously.&nbsp; Never a stitch, always at home.&nbsp; The warmer, the better.&nbsp; Bob Marley croons on, '<em>No woman, no cry...</em>'<br><br>And a boom echoes through the sky, drawing her immediate attention and-- by sheer reflex-- causing her to level the blaster in a defensive posture.&nbsp; Not surprisingly, her non-armored hand has a hard time finding the forend grip... a momentary fault of the muscle memory.&nbsp; But it takes her longer to recognize that this is not a gunshot, a boom echoing from the sky.&nbsp; Freezing for a moment, Jackson barely has time to scan the sky-- her human eyes barely having the time to take in sufficient data for her augmented brain to process enough data for her piqued mind to manufacture an assessment.&nbsp; Not a bomb, not a gunshot-- she's processed the details and determined that, with 70% certainty, what she heard was a breach of the sound barrier from an object some 1,000 to 3,000 feet above the ground.&nbsp; From the distance between soundwaves, she could estimate it to be 2 to 4 miles away, but such factors are unreliable.&nbsp; <br><br>Unreliable... but not unreliable enough for her not to set the energy weapon down on the tabletop with a clunk and rummage through her rucksack, finding a hard steel case labeled "CONSUL-OCTRFS-2.3X-2018.2.15" and crack open the flip-switches with anxious fingers, lifting a five-pound device from its sculpted-foam resting-place and, with successive flicks of her fingertips, removing the rubber lens covers and toggling to 'on' a targeting computer for a sophisticated optical device produced last year by a gray-market company, Consulate, who seamlessly mixed Japanese and Californian electronics with Swiss optics to produce the most sophisticated scopes and range-finders that she's ever found on the market.<br><br>Hurriedly, she whipped a long cylinder of aluminum from the pack and flung it to the ground on the tarmac, where it sprung to life with the relief of a couple of clasps and deployed spring-loaded shafts, rattling its fully-shaped form to life-- a full tripod and stand, and with only a moment's fidgeting she affixed the optical scope to the base and touched a series of buttons as she watched the LED-lit screen with her eye pressed eagerly to the rubber baffling.&nbsp; She swiveled it.&nbsp; Ghost images from heat-waves, speckles of clouds, and motion interference flickered to life, then died out, on the screen.&nbsp; She searched, and she waited.&nbsp; She kept searching.&nbsp; Whatever had buzzed by the old, abandoned base was no jet-- she has to know what it was... and nothing changes.&nbsp; She breathes rapidly, her drumming in her chest, swivels fifteen more degrees south.&nbsp; <i>I don't think it could have cut back that sharp, but... maybe...</i> and her breath catches, because something shows.&nbsp; <br><br>It's an anomaly.&nbsp; Too small.&nbsp; Just a blip, and it's off the optics-- but then it's back on.&nbsp; It's moving too fast to track.&nbsp; If she was trying to hit it with this scope, she'd never have a chance-- maybe with a guided missile, but more likely with a Phalanx if it were heading her way.<br><br><i>Wait,</i> she thinks, suddenly feeling a twinge of sinking realization.&nbsp; <i>It</i> <strong>is</strong> heading my way.<br><br>She watches through the scope, absently reaching with one hand back for the energy rifle with her armored hand, finding the grip, and bringing it to rest at her shoulder for assurance.&nbsp; Wishing for a moment she could feel its weight, for assurance, she assesses the options.&nbsp; <i>It must be a missile.&nbsp; The mass is too small for anything else.&nbsp; But the maneuverability doesn't match up... it's like a small Mig, too maneuverable to be anything that... that...</i> and, as she looks up, she can see that in a few moments she'll be in visual range.<br><br>For the briefest of moments, her human brain interfaces with the nanites and does what those alien entities rarely do-- it thinks creatively, optimistically.&nbsp; <i>Maybe it's a Super.</i><br><br>And on that hope alone, she lifts her pistol to the exposed side of a half-degraded hangar-- one she's opted to scrap-- and clicks the radial button selector to dial down the power on the newly-designed energy weapon, setting it to act like a long-range, wide-beamed arc-welder.<br><br>She turns her face to aim this, because the angle will make it tricky, and she pivots her armor-guided arm and wrist to guide the wide-angle focused beam up and through the rafters of the dilapidated shed.&nbsp; She scorches up through the roof in a wide arc, then two small circles.<br><br>Thus, as Hope passes, she may notice the still-glowing smiley-face burned into the roof of a hangar on the abandoned military complex, staring up at her from the otherwise barren complex of sand and sagebrush like awkward graffiti.&nbsp; And if she looks hard enough, she'll see a woman with a black and silver arm, drawing back her tan, broad-brimmed had from her red hair, staring up at the sky with a curious, sly smile that is at once bold and inviting, challenging and curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 18:48:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Turning in a tightening manner, continuous slowing down as she was looking over the buildings, her eagle sharp eyes noticing signs of damage to buildings not age related.&nbsp; It seemed that someone was using the place for some reason.&nbsp; She started scanning around as she kept slowing down below the speed of sound to facilitate looking for details.&nbsp; When you are travelling over the speed of sound,&nbsp; it takes about 5 seconds to cover a mile, not conducive to seeing details.&nbsp; As she was slowing to 500 mph, someone started to draw a smiley face on the roof of a building!&nbsp; And they had obviously detected her buzzing the Army base.&nbsp; <br><br>Braking hard, her enhanced physiology absorbing the enough g's to force a normal person unconscious, she came to a stop, hovering in the air a little to the side of the so she could look down into the building through the damaged roof.&nbsp; She had briefly thought about flying away, but the smiley face had sparked her curiosity and reassured her that the person probably wasn't hostile.&nbsp; Why would a hostile person give away their position by drawing a smiley face, even it if was with some type of energy beam since it was cutting through a tin roof.&nbsp; She focused in, her enhanced eyes allowing her to focus on the figure below her, the silver and black arm, the clothing hanging around the slim body or a redheaded woman.&nbsp; Her eyes were even able to clearing see the sly smile on the woman's face, even from a little over 1000 feet up.<br><br>Smiling shy, even though from this distance she knows the woman can't see her smile, she waved and slowly approached the woman.&nbsp; She could have showed off and gotten their in a blur, but she was holding some kind of weapon and she didn't want to startle the woman.&nbsp; As she got closer to the woman, her busty, petite body would come into more focus, hugged tightly by leggings and a black leotard top that was barely containing her huge, firm bosom.&nbsp; She wasn't completely naive though, she did watch the frumpy dressed woman careful, she did have a high tech weapon in hand after all.&nbsp; If the woman made a hostile move, liking aiming the weapon at her, she could be breaking the speed of sound in seconds.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Coming to a slow landing in front of the woman, she smiled shyly, "Hello.&nbsp; I am Hope," waving shyly again as she faced the taller redhead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 21:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SD4m7CZ.png?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson chides herself for a moment.&nbsp; Assuming it's a surveillance or test craft from Luke (or as far as Holloman, at the rate it was traveling), she's just sending a cheeky message to some airman.&nbsp; They'll raise the blip to their superiors and generate some chatter, and then they'll match the GPS with her cleared test range and get a good laugh about it.&nbsp; But it's a stupid move... she could end up on the internet in some obscure forum or something.&nbsp; Is a little break in the monotony worth that kind of risk?<br><br>And what if it's what she suspects-- a super-- and she's setting herself up for a less-than-friendly meeting?&nbsp; What if she's successful and draws the attention of <em>not</em> a registered Power, <em>not</em> someone who would stop by if they have the free time just to say 'hello'... but an unregistered meta-human scouting for scrap, looking for an easy target, or just flat-out crazy..?<br><br>The shape breaks back across the horizon, and she manages to pick it up with her free-eye, then focus through the scope to sight it.&nbsp; She keeps the energy weapon at rest, but her armored glove clicks softly as she resettles upon the grip. The bogey's control is phenomenal as it pivots to an approach pattern, and she begins to pick out details.&nbsp; "It's a super alright," she says softly to herself, thinking aloud.&nbsp; She calculates... "And he's approaching, coming in hot-- no, slowing... damn, he can fly..."&nbsp; Jax blinks, calculations correcting.&nbsp; "<i>She</i> can fly... oh.&nbsp; Oh my."&nbsp; She gently shifts her hips a bit, lowers the reticle, then snaps it back to place.&nbsp; "<i>Definitely</i> she..."<br><br>Soon, the young woman's features are close enough that she can put the scope away.&nbsp; She clears her throat, and with her free hand smooths her free hand through her hair, sweeping the hat from her head, and stares in open-mouthed disbelief for just a moment as she introduces herself.&nbsp; The nanites in her nervous system are flickering giddily at the sudden surge of nerve activity-- first, her excitement at the UFO, and now at an unanticipated rush of chemicals and neuron flashes that fire all-too-rarely.&nbsp; Their synaptic feedback amplifies the internal reactions, of course... the unfortunate side effect being to pronounce the reactions in an amplified fashion.&nbsp; The effect is more than a little distracting.<br><br>She smiles, raising her bare hand in greetings.&nbsp; "Hello there," she says, her crisp Scottish accent filling the air between them as she takes a couple steps closer.&nbsp; She may be dressed drably, but her movements are sleek and graceful as she approaches the lovely woman.&nbsp; The shy wave causes her to grin a little wider as she offers her hand in greeting-- at first juggling the blaster a bit awkwardly, and causing her to emit a shy "oops" first, then her free hand instead.&nbsp; "I'm Jackson Stewart.&nbsp; Welcome to my ho-- ah, test range.&nbsp; I don't live <em>here</em> exactly, just nearby.&nbsp; But you're welcome here.&nbsp; You look harmless except the whole flying thing, which was very impressive, but I'm sure it's not all you can do, but it was by far one of <i>the</i> most amazing things I've seen, I mean you are remarkable-- I mean look at you, I estimated eleven Gs on that last turn and you weren't even affected, you look positively radiant.&nbsp; Is it your physiology that helps you endure that kind of thing, and do you train for this, because you're obviously in fantastic condition and my god just <i>look</i> at you, but--" <br><br>Her jaw snaps shut, and her expression looks a bit embarrassed.&nbsp; "Goodness.&nbsp; I'm sorry, I tend to go on when I'm excited.&nbsp; And you're very exciting.&nbsp; Intellectually.&nbsp; A curiosity.&nbsp; I mean, I'm curious.&nbsp; Not... like that, I mean.&nbsp; I'm no longer curious that way, I'm simply intellectually curious.&nbsp; I'm fully eager in other ways.&nbsp; Let's just call it eagerness.&nbsp; Ha--"&nbsp; She swallows.&nbsp; "Sorry, I'm doing it again." <br><br>Resettling herself, she shrugs and gestures about shyly with the alien-looking device in her hand.&nbsp; Bob Marley's song continues to play on, mellow reggae-rock trickling out into the desert.&nbsp; "Would you, ah, like something to drink?&nbsp; I've some water here, and plenty of other things back at the shop..?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>24-01-2019, 02:50:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope holds back a giggle as the redhead started rambling out an introduction, looking over the other woman and her high tech equipment. &nbsp;"Thank you and nice test range.&nbsp; What are you testing?"&nbsp; She tried to ask as Jackson kept rambling, a smile teasing her lips as she accepted the hand and shook it.&nbsp; "Flying is pretty much the main thing I do and it is a bit of both," the petite, busty blonde shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't really had any tests done on me, but it is only when I break the speed of sound that I radiate a buffer field."<br><br>The busty blonde smiled as the redhead compliments her physique, arching her back to show off her bust that is barely contained by her black leotard, wondering how flustered she can make the cute redhead.&nbsp; She was still holding the redheads hand as she nodded, "I came here to have a picnic and explore.&nbsp; So I would love a drink, I got some food we can share too.&nbsp; And Umm... I didn't catch your name?" &nbsp;She politely asked and fluttered her long eyelashes teasingly, "although it is just fine to be curious." &nbsp;She couldn't help herself, teasing the cute redhead in front of her.&nbsp; "And what are you testing?&nbsp; I see that you have lots of high tech stuff around."&nbsp; She looked at the energy weapon that the redhead had put aside.&nbsp; She did her best to not seem too nosy as she looked at all the tech placed around. &nbsp;"And you have a shop here?&nbsp; How often do you come here?&nbsp; I thought this place was abandoned?" &nbsp;She felt kinda of underdressed, being skin tight leotards and leggings.&nbsp; Although she didn't have to worry about getting a sunburn, one of the perks of her powers coming out as she stood close to the taller young woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2019, 04:59:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SD4m7CZ.png?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Raising her eyebrows in surprise, the redhead looks thoroughly impressed and curious at Hope's brief description of her powers-- "<i>Pretty much the main thing you do</i>, eh?&nbsp; Well, surviving that kind of thing is remarkable, and coming to the ground on your feet, in one piece and looking like--yeah-- that's all... radiating... a buffer field?"&nbsp; The woman studies Hope, her mind whirring through possibilities, and as such she hangs onto her hand as if examining it.&nbsp; "That's grand... simply grand..."&nbsp; she lifts Hope's fingers toward her face a bit, openly studying the young woman's cuticles and skin tone.&nbsp; "Do you get any tingling or pain when you do that, then?&nbsp; Any particular sensations like nausea, or any changes in your visio-- Oh, goodness, I'm terribly sorry.&nbsp; I'm just... frightfully curious."&nbsp; She releases Hope's hand then, embarrassed, affected perhaps a little more by just how flustered the sudden realization of her forwardness is making her.<br><br>"So then... Yes!&nbsp; I'm Jackson.&nbsp; You can call me Jax if you'd like.&nbsp; No terribly interesting story there I'm afraid.&nbsp; But this place turned up on some records I was searching, and I found the climate and location suitable for some testing I was hoping to do."&nbsp; Turning away, she walks with a definite sway back to her table of gear and unscrews the top of a stainless steel water bottle, lifting it and offering it over to Hope with a polite smile.&nbsp; "There isn't a dearth of unused airfields back home, and it seemed at the time that the desert climate and access to American military bases would be conducive to further contracts."&nbsp; <br><br>She gives a slight shrug across the packed, baked earth, where Hope's keen sight can pick out countless sets of her tracks, from day-in and day-out treks across the desert soil, that would be invisible to the naked eye.&nbsp; "And this is a... er... kind of tough to explain device.&nbsp; It uses a simple helium-photon-generator and a miniature quantum accelerator to amplify their intensity like a centrifugal gun? Then the photons are simply hyper-focused through a channel of regulating chambers and lenses... so you can just use some precalculations and amplify the beam for a desired result."&nbsp; Sometimes, her mind's ability to multi-task betrays her... and now's one of those times, she realizes with a brief start, as one part of her delivers the technical summary with chipper ease, while another is vividly imagining what it might be like if Hope were able to lift her up like the heroine in that silly Super-Hero movie that came out before the Emergency and fly her around... still another part of her mind is wondering just how in the world that leotard manages to stay put with her 'protection' field and if there's anything under it.&nbsp; She quickly closes the door on those wandering thoughts just in time to contain an involuntary squirm.<br><br>She returns to her focus on the device in her armored hand.&nbsp; Grinning proudly, Jax gestures to the roof, where her wide-angled beam on the sheet metal is no longer searing hot and has, instead, settled into a pockmarked black smudge.&nbsp; "Wide-angle,"&nbsp; and then to a cinder-block downrange with a few smooth, black holes through and through, "focused, and..." she shrugs, "... haven't tested this yet, but.... burst."&nbsp; She winks.&nbsp; A clap echoes off the device in her hand, without recoil, and there's a simultaneous crumbling of masonry down the range as the block disintegrates into powdery remnants and chips of fragmented, searing-hot masonry.&nbsp; With a grin like a flirtatious schoolgirl, she locks onto Hope's eyes.&nbsp; "Pretty boss, eh?&nbsp; This tech stuff can be fun."<br><br>A puff of mesa dust from the exploded block wafts over her, then, engulfing her face like a slow-rolling fog.&nbsp; <i>So much for impressing her,</i> she thinks.&nbsp; with a light cough, she piteously tries to hide the effect of the dust.&nbsp; "But messy.&nbsp; Sorry, didn't expect that."&nbsp; With a slight laugh, she shrugs and points back over the hill again.&nbsp; "Um, like I was saying, my shop's back over there.&nbsp; As beautiful as the desert is, it's going to get a bit hot out here.&nbsp; You want to take that lunch inside?&nbsp; I've got some things for lunch there.&nbsp; And you strike me as good company."&nbsp; With a glance over her shoulder, her eyes flit flirtatiously over the younger woman, a glint of mischief barely restrained.&nbsp; She immediately blinks and turns her gaze away, as if restraining the impulse to be so forward, or desperate.&nbsp; Still, she finds the prospect difficult.&nbsp; "I've... got more neat tech stuff?&nbsp; And more to drink than water," she says with a shrug and an inviting lift of one eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>27-01-2019, 17:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope smiled at the cute redhead, "I would like that Jax and where are you originally from?" Hope had an idea of where her new friend was from, but wasn't exactly sure, but she really liked the sound of the young woman's accent and it was a reason to keep the redhead talking.&nbsp; She could listen to her talk all day, and fortunately it sounded like she was a talker.&nbsp; Which, bonus, Hope wasn't a big talker, but she liked listening, especially when a person was talking about something they loved and got excited about.<br><br>The petite, busty blonde smiled coyly as Jax lifted her hand and examined it closely, "Hmmmm...want to examine me closely?" &nbsp;She offered in a teasing manner as she stepped closer to the rambling taller woman, "I get a small tingling sensation when it first activates."&nbsp; Holding back a giggle as Jax got flustered as the redhead realized how forward she was being in taking Hope's hand and examining it like that, the blonde kept responding, "and my vision has improved quite a bit. I can see farther than before my powers activated and I have some kind of internal GPS, which allows me to know where a place is in relation to me."&nbsp; <br><br>Following the redhead toward the table she has setup, Hope took the opportunity to admire the young woman's sway backside, wishing Jax wasn't wearing such loose clothing.&nbsp; Mind you, the baggy look was working for the redhead, but Hope couldn't appreciate the redhead's body fully and from looking at Jax's arms and her overall shape, she figured there was more to admire.&nbsp; Smiling as she stopped next to the taller redhead, Hope accepted the steel water bottle, taking a slow drink from it before offering it back.&nbsp; Making a slight slow of licking her lips to wet them, although she was barely noticing the desert heat.&nbsp; As Jax gestured at the tech on the table, the blonde smiled and looked over the various equipment and then out over the baked earth seeing all the footprints the taller young woman had left behind. <br><br>She was about to ask Jax a question, but then the redhead picked up a device and started explaining it.&nbsp; Hope quickly lost track of what the device was, except that it could shot things, partly because while she knew each word being said in the abstract, put together she had no idea what they meant.&nbsp; And partly because a tingle of arousal went down her spine as the hot science woman began talking in techno-babble, the redhead's accent making it even hotter.&nbsp; Hope didn't know why, but smart women always turned her on.&nbsp; She even had to cross her arms over her breasts to make sure her nips weren't poking outwards as she nodded along with Jax's explanation, of course this squashed her huge, firm breasts together and pushed them upwards into the V of her leotard, straining the material a bit more.<br><br>Looking up and nodding as she realized that the device in Jax's hand was what had cut the smiling face into the ceiling and was evidently responsible for the cleanly cut holes in the cinder block down the range and then jumps as Jax demonstrates the third setting, exploding the block in an impressive explosion of masonry, jumping a bit at the sudden sound, sending her bosom bouncing against her tight, black leotard top. "Oh!!&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; Shiny!!!"&nbsp; Grinning mischievously back at Jax, "Very Boss!&nbsp; What else do you got to show?"&nbsp; Getting a coy look, Hope added, "And I have tried flying with someone yet, maybe we could... experiment with that."&nbsp; <br><br>As the dust cloud blew over them, Hope's breathing didn't change at all as she giggled and waved away the dust cloud, "Sure, lets go to your shop and you can show off more of your fancy toys as we eat lunch." &nbsp;The busty blonde turned and walked toward the shed, swaying her toned hips side to side teasingly as she lead the way this time, knowing that her tight clothes showed off her toned body perfectly, looking over her shoulder to see if Jax was taking the chance to admire the view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 06:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Hoisting the rucksack of gear with her armored arm, Jax follows alongside Hope on their way to the "compound", or "workshop," or whatever it can be called... the device now rests in her free hand, and she seems to absently gesture with it as they walk in a sort of nervous way before resting it against her shoulder.&nbsp; "To answer your questions earlier... Leith, Scotland.&nbsp; Very close to Edinburgh."&nbsp; She smiles a bit, acknowledging the irony.&nbsp; "Bit weird, I suppose-- being born on the cliffs and the oceans, then ending up here in the desert with the buzzards and snakes, eh?"&nbsp; She grins playfully.&nbsp; "Speaking of which, over there, that lizard on the rock?"&nbsp; She points, testing Hope's self-described precise vision-- Hope should have just a moment to spot the reptile before they cross the rise.&nbsp; "Can you see him?&nbsp; What would you name the fellow, eh?&nbsp; He's been spying on me today.&nbsp; He <i>might</i> be a secret agent."<br><br>With a bit of the grin lingering on her lips, she practically bounces on her way to her base of operations.&nbsp; "As for your other question, by the way... and, no I haven't forgotten, I would relish the opportunity to examine you.&nbsp; It all sounds terribly <i>clinical</i> but, you see, I have an interest in biology and such, particularly yours."&nbsp; She pauses for a moment, the gear over her shoulder clattering noisily then going silent, but then she clears her throat and resumes her pace.&nbsp; "And... yes.&nbsp; I love to fly.&nbsp; I... pilot a helicopter a bit.&nbsp; Only took a few lessons to qualify, and the R. A. F. was happy to accommodate after I saved one of their carriers from a giant pterodactyl swarm last year.&nbsp; They were kind enough to qualify me... isn't that sweet?"&nbsp; Hope knows, by now, that the talkative redhead is interested in more than her biology.&nbsp; Her blue eyes are practically swimming over Hope on their casual stroll toward the structural base she calls home... and her arms fold over her breasts as if in a defensive response, despite the baggy, sun-shading clothing's more-than-apt ability to hide what's beneath.&nbsp; Still... Hope's keen senses are able to tell that Jackson's eyes have dilated a bit in response, her skin's giving of a tint of pheromone, and the freckles on her face are just a bit more pronounced with the slight blush that's spread on her pale skin... and it's certainly not sunburn.<br><br>Arriving at the edge of the main buildings, there's signs of activity here that weren't immediately visible from the air... perhaps out of loneliness, or boredom, it looks like Jax has taken up collecting some interesting specimens of rock and scattering them on one bare tabletop, and a simple clothesline stretches across the bare stretch from an awning to a radio antennae.&nbsp; She sets the energy weapon and her rucksack aside by the door, first, then begins brushing off some of the dust from her live-fire exercise on the porch.&nbsp; Jax then begins to remove her boots and socks, then unbutton her over-shirt.&nbsp; "There's a machine-lab inside, and it has to stay dust-free," she says softly.&nbsp; "So, ah... I hate to impose, but... if you're not offended, I have to... you know.&nbsp; Keep the sand out here in the desert."&nbsp; <br><br>She smirks semi-apologetically, then steps out of her boots and, unbuttoning her slacks, begins slipping them over her hips in a fashion that is either teasingly slow or, perhaps, asking permission.&nbsp; She watches Hope for any adverse reaction, and beneath is a simple pair of boy-shorts, tight over her sculpted hipbones, the swell of flesh at her hips, the taut thighs and toned abdomen.&nbsp; When she sheds the button-up and hat, she's wearing a cutout black t-shirt beneath-- leaving much more to the imagination, and most interesting is that she has to unbutton an extra button at the wrist, slide it along her armored shoulder carefully to keep it from snagging on the armor.&nbsp; The t-shirt is cut back far enough, it seems, to not interfere with where the armor meets her skin-- which is, it appears, in long plates under her scapula and ribs up to her spine.&nbsp; There's no junction or fulcrum-- it's like the arm is an entity that's just encased her arm all the way to her neck.<br><br>Barefoot now, her thin shoulders and long, graceful neck bare, Jax looks somewhat excited and terrified as she shrugs toward the entrance.&nbsp; "Alright then.&nbsp; Make yourself at home, okay?"&nbsp; Her slightly-upturned breasts appear briefly in profile as she turns inside, touching her bare hand to a clear display screen under a sheet of loose plastic.&nbsp; Several hydraulic and electronic mechanisms can be heard hissing or sliding, and the door clicks open.&nbsp; She swings it open.&nbsp; "Mi casa es su casa."&nbsp; <br><br>Just inside, the foyer is already amazingly different from the outside... the stark room is vast, but filled with comfortable lighting, a single lounging chair, a single sofa and television, a stereo, potted plants, and a glowing fish tank of tropical fish.&nbsp; Ceramic tiles gleam, clean as whistles, and a Roomba is finishing its cleaning rounds before disappearing into a cubby under the end-table.&nbsp; A tiny kitchenette area is off to one corner, with a hot-plate and a microwave visible next to an espresso maker.&nbsp; A hermetically-sealed door leads off to each the left wall and the right, the first labeled with a neon-lit sign overhead labeled "FORGE", the other "LAB".&nbsp; On the central wall, just past the sofa and a small, but crowded, media shelf is a third doorway with no door, with no light emitting.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 23:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div><br>Hope nodded along as she walked beside the taller young woman, "That is a far way to come for a testing place, but a place is just a place, the important things is you are happy were you are." The petite, busty blonde shrugged her shoulders as she looked where Jax was pointing.&nbsp; She had to blink her eyes to refocus on the lizard and giggled, "And it looks like he is giving you the middle finger right now too.&nbsp; A very affronted looking lizard right now, maybe Mr Ira Crasible?"&nbsp; She suggested with a mischievous tilt of her eyebrows.&nbsp; <br><br>Grinning, Hope added a little bounce to her step, sending her firm, large bosom jiggling a little.&nbsp; "Oh, I hope you do an interest in my biology."&nbsp; She teased as she scanned the redhead beside her, having to blink her eyes a couple of times to refine her focus on the young woman close to her.&nbsp; Smiling as she noted Jax's dilated eyes fixed on her jiggling bosom and the slight blush forming on the young woman's cheeks.&nbsp; Licking her lips to keep her soft, pouty lips wet as she enjoyed the appreciative eyes on her body. &nbsp;"And you are a pilot!&nbsp; I would to go flying with you, maybe you can give me some tips.&nbsp; I am self-taught, pulling tricks from my gymnastic classes," she smirked and gestured at large, firm bosom, "until I got a little too top heavy." <br><br>As they rounded the edge to the main buildings, her elegant eyebrows arched a bit in curiosity as she noticed the collection of rocks on a table, as she focuses tighter on them to get a better view of the collection from where she was as she continued with Jackson toward the door and stopping at the door as she turned to face the taller woman. "By all means," &nbsp;she acquiesced to Jackson removing her outer layers of clothing, finally getting a better look at her companion.&nbsp; She leaned against the frame of the door and tried to be subtle about letting her eyes follow the pants as they slide down Jax's toned legs and as the shirt was taking of, examining the toned abs, her own eyes dilating a bit.&nbsp; Her impromptu picnic in this abandoned base looking up all the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blonde found her eyebrows rising as she noticed what she thought was just a gauntlet on Jackson's arm, actually rising up to her shoulder and seeming to be almost part of the woman.&nbsp; Even with her enhanced vision, she really can't see a seam or how the armor could have been manufactured to fit against the young woman's skin so closely.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wow, that almost looks to be part of you?" &nbsp;She asked, noticed as she looked back up into Jackson's eyes, very curious about what she was seeing but not uncomfortable with what she was seeing. &nbsp;"I see we have more stories than I thought to trade,"&nbsp; Hope hoped as she went to take off her boots at set them next to Jackson's.&nbsp; She let her eyes glide over the redhead's barely covered body again and got a teasing grin, "Do you need me to remove my outer layer of clothes?" &nbsp;She gestured at her black tight leotard and leggings, even though there was very little dust evident on the dark material.&nbsp; As she made ready to follow the redhead inside.&nbsp; She somehow didn't think her companion would request it of her, but she was fully ready to, just to see how flushed Jackson would get.&nbsp; &nbsp;She soooo loved teasing and flirting with women.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Following Jax into the building, she looked around to get a feel for the area, feeling like this place was more important to her companion, then any house or apartment where she lives when not at the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 06:28:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson laughs a bit at the suggestion of flying together.&nbsp; "Believe me, I would love to.&nbsp; But I'd never keep up.&nbsp; You're far too maneuverable."&nbsp; Her lips curl in a full smile as she looks back over the young woman's form-- "Gymnastics, you say?"&nbsp; And while there are calculations of how such things could work, could amplify her confidence and control in flight-- if that is a factor in Hope's power, after all?-- the multiple layers of her brain are throwing a hundred questions in her mind that are less about physics and more about biology.&nbsp; <br><br>Like about why her physiology is reacting so strongly with chemical stimuli?&nbsp; <em>Is this an alarm response?&nbsp; Does this super make her afraid for her safety, because she isn't acting like it... rather, it reminds them of those nights and occasional afternoons or mornings when she thinks about the ocean or lights candles or listens to Bach or takes the extra-long showers and engages in self-stimulation to trigger an or--</em><br><br>"OR, rather," she clears her throat and smiles-- "if your powers are developing, maybe you can test me as a passenger.&nbsp; With the right precautions, I'll be fine... if I get too heavy you can just drop me."&nbsp; She grins and tries not to show how self-conscious she is at how pale her skin must seem to the golden-skinned goddess looking her over, tries not to reveal that she's, ever so carefully, sneaking a glance at a reflective hunk of junked glass to see if, just maybe, Hope's looking with appreciation.&nbsp; And maybe she suspects that the young woman actually likes what she sees.<br><br>Making their way inside, the little bots in her brain shift gears to seamlessly adjust her perceptions to the lower light.&nbsp; At her offer, which Jax takes purely as a joke-- a hopeful, enticing one, but still a joke-- Jax laughs lightly.&nbsp; "Being naked in the desert isn't all that bad.&nbsp; Maybe you should take that off as a precaution."&nbsp; With a flashing smile she reaches her hand for Hope's arm, daring a move bolder than her normal demeanor.&nbsp; It's rare for her to initiate physical contact with anyone.&nbsp; "Kidding.&nbsp; I think you're grit-free, and no alarms went off when you stepped inide, so I think you're safe."<br><br>Inside, it's much cooler out of the sun's heat, but still comfortable. Still, the slender woman gives a bit of a shiver as her nerves betray her overreacting state of excitement.&nbsp; She tries to dampen it, but the bots don't seem to cooperate.&nbsp; Seeing Hope's interest in the armor-- the genuine curiosity-- makes her grin with tickled pride.&nbsp; "A little piece of our design," she says, flickering her fingers with a soft clatter of articulated joints.&nbsp; "Of course, the CIA and the Army want me to give them the design, but I just can't make it work for anyone.&nbsp; It's... a bit complicated."&nbsp; She shrugs toward the lab.&nbsp; "If I wear the whole suit all the time, it would stay drained... plus, I'd get used to it.&nbsp; Just being this... I dunno... <i>golem</i> all the time.&nbsp; So I just use the pieces I need at a time."<br><br>She sets the gear aside and extends her armored arm from her body.&nbsp; "Speaking of," she says coolly, and takes a few steps back from Hope before dipping into the laboratory doorway.&nbsp; There's a hissing sound, and Jackson emits a sharp exhale-- and then, a digital voice echoes from the lab softly.&nbsp; "Disengaging RIGHT ARM assembly."&nbsp; After the brief moment away, she returns, her bare arm now showing, little indentations in her skin the only sign that she'd been wearing sophisticated neural-linked armor.&nbsp; For now.<br><br>"Hope... I have to admit, I did not see today turning out so beautifully."&nbsp; She grins at the absolute vision of a woman as she crosses the room to the tiny kitchenette area.&nbsp; "And I do have chardonnay, more water, some fresh fruit, some cheese... Plates are here, glasses are there?" she gestures with her slim fingers, pausing to look Hope over once more, and as soon as the girl's eyes have turned away, she emits a heavy sigh and swallow, careful to remain as silent as she can manage.&nbsp; "It's all a bit sparse, I know, but... it's home.&nbsp; Make yourself comfortable will you?"<br><br>A few minutes later, she's completed a small plate for them to share-- sliced cheeses, a few berries, and a smear of jam.&nbsp; And despite being low on real wine glasses, she manages to retrieve a suitable couple of mugs for them.&nbsp; "So, if I can ask you a million questions, I will.&nbsp; But I will start with just a couple, if that's okay?&nbsp; Like... where did this ability of yours <i>come from</i>?&nbsp; And what are you going to do with it?&nbsp; You could model for lingerie catalogs, from the look of it, but you're empowered like this... What did you do before, and how has it changed for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 02:25:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Pouting cutely as Jackson informed her that she was safe and didn't need to take off her clothes, Hope followed her new friend into the kitchen area and says teasingly, "Missed your chance." &nbsp;She pulled her knapsack off of her back and pulled out various fruits out and laid them out with the offerings that Jax was laying out. &nbsp;"This makes a lovely lunch, Jax, thanks" the busty, petite blonde smiled up at the taller red head as she joined her at the table.<br><br>"ooh...so that is fancy armor, that is highly advanced and that only you can make work?" &nbsp;She looked curiously at Jackson as she placed fruit, crackers and cheese on a plate as she accepted a glass of wine. "I am not doing anything this afternoon, we could see for a test flight after lunch, see if I can extend my field to cover a passenger.&nbsp; Hmm...how much do you weigh in your armor?"&nbsp; Hope asked curiously as she took a sip of the wine.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how much she could lift, she knew she was a bit stronger than normal and she wouldn't be lifting with just her arms, but with the propulsion ability of her flight power.&nbsp; She would just have to hold Jax's weight with her arms.<br><br>Hope paused in thought as the barrage of questions came at her from Jax, taking a moment to get her answers lined up before responding, "No idea, they have only started appearing over the last month.&nbsp; No idea on what I am going to do with it.&nbsp; I have gone a search and rescue mission into the Rockies already, so might do more of that." &nbsp;She blushed at the suggestion of being a lingerie model, "Umm..no thanks, get enough ogling at by gross men as it is."&nbsp; She winked at Jax, suggesting that she was fine with the redhead ogling her. "I am or trying to be a Physical Therapist, just recently graduated and the biggest change is that I haven't needed to sleep since I flew to the Moon last weekend." She shrugged nonchalantly, although she was watching to see if she impressed the cute redhead with having gone to the Moon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 04:32:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Nodding in reply to Hope's first question, Jax gives a little half-curtsy.&nbsp; "Something like that.&nbsp; The alloy's tough, but has to be structured correctly to be really strong, and most of the power's based on a resonance that can't quite be duplicated.&nbsp; So, I get to be the one and only-- it's the neural interface.&nbsp; Kind of like... well, it's tough to explain.&nbsp; Just... don't be grossed out."&nbsp; Still in the undershirt and briefs, she turns her back, showing not <i>exclusively</i> the swell of her ass and a peek of her back-dimples for a moment, but upon turning her head to profile, and parting her hair, a glistening black pattern of whorls and circles on her back is visible, three-dimensional and cyber-punk looking.&nbsp; Then, to her keen eye, Hope can clearly see it's not a tattoo... there are glistening nodes there, like some kind of silicate or plastic, branching off from her spine.&nbsp; Her bright eyes glisten with a bit of nervousness, slightly more vulnerable-looking than when she was stripping her clothes minutes ago. <br><br>She gestures with her thin fingers toward the area of her neck and head.&nbsp; "There's some things in here required to make it all sync up.&nbsp; Otherwise it's just... well... a shell.&nbsp; Altogether, with me inside, it's about three hundred pounds of live wires and resonating atoms and plates and... er... whatever."&nbsp; She grins, does a little half-pirouette.&nbsp; "And we can't quite replicate this yet, so, I'm either a defect or <em>incredibly </em>useful.&nbsp; So yes, if you can handle my embarrassing mass, then yes-- let's break a record.&nbsp; But if you kill me you'll be destroying an international treasure."&nbsp; She chuckles at her own little joke and rolls her eyes,&nbsp; " Well, not quite a treasure, but a <em>curiosity </em>at least."<br><br>"You're incredible, by the way, though I'm certain you're used to hearing it," she says with a smile as she turns around.&nbsp; And she reaches, as if she's about to place her hand on Hope's breast-- and instead, picks up a glass of wine and lifts it to her lips.&nbsp; "A physical therapist?&nbsp; You can do great things, and that's... well, a good pursuit.&nbsp; But most importantly, it's very... comfortable."&nbsp; She touches the glass to her lips.&nbsp; "You help people heal.&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; Touching them and all.&nbsp; Finding where it hurts, or... just where they need it?"&nbsp; Her gaze, like her words, is getting a little bolder, but still being hesitant.&nbsp; She'd have to be blind to not notice that Hope seems to <i>like</i> her looking, but there's still a constant hesitation in Jax's flirtations.&nbsp; Aside from the professional curiosity and the fascination with her power, she's at least <i>intellectually aware</i> that, as a human being goes, her own libido is not exactly <i>normal</i>, and failing to explain this can cause some problems...<br><br>But that can be a bit easier when it comes to talking to someone who rescues lost hikers in the Rockies and can fly to the moon.&nbsp; So at those last revelations, she blinks in surprise and clears her throat, then cannot contain the broadening grin of amazement that spreads across her face.&nbsp; "Oh is that all?&nbsp; Well... it sounds as though you're <i>well</i> on your way to becoming a hero, if good and astonishing deeds are the mandatory requirements."&nbsp; The nanites in her head are flitting around crazily now with all the confusing sensations of her desire and amazement.<br><br>"So no need to sleep, comfortable in... oh... at least a five or six hundred degree temperature variation", the redhead interrupts herself by lifting one index finger, the short-cut, but clean fingernail pointing as she pantomimes academic authority, "without oxygen, no less.&nbsp; Flying under no machine propulsion and wearing stretch fabric that, not that I'm admitting to looking or fantasizing about it, but looks like it would rip right off if you had a good sneeze."&nbsp; At the admission, she gives a light shiver, then leans closer.&nbsp; "Not admitting to it, but not denying it."&nbsp; She extends her hand hovers it just over Hope's breast-- an inch of space between them.&nbsp; Hope can actually hear her heartbeat, and the flush on her pale skin, the swell of her pert breasts as her breath increases, would be apparent to the naked eye without Hope's incredible perception.&nbsp; She locks eyes with the blonde girl, blinks, the light-colored lashes fluttering gently, as if seeking confirmation, asking <i>am I crazy?&nbsp; and if so, is crazy okay?</i>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 06:00:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>The first thing that Hope focuses on when Jax's lifts her shirt, was the swell of the redhead's nice ass and cute back-dimples, but then her eyes followed the shirt upward and she saw the whorls, and at first thought it might be a tattoo, but quickly realized that they weren't.&nbsp; Her eyes widen in surprise and curiosity as she focused her eyes on the whorls, the details came into more and more focus, the busty blonde seeing nodes made of some type of man-made material that was attached to Jackson's spine and spreading outward.&nbsp; "OH wow, that is soooo strange." &nbsp;She looked into Jax's eyes as she gently reached out to run her fingers over the whorls, but ready to stop if Jackson seemed uncomfortable with someone touching the cybernetics.&nbsp; &nbsp;"So, if I understand right, the armor is cybernetically connected to you and no one knows how to make another one?"&nbsp; She bite her lip thoughtfully, "Can you talk about how you got it?"&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling, Hope nodded, "I can lift 300 lbs, no problem.&nbsp; I seem to be a bit stronger then normal, a side effect of being tougher." &nbsp;She winked at her new friend, "And I will do my best not to break a one of a kind, special person." &nbsp;The petite, busty blonde pouts a little bit as Jackson drops her shirt back down after the showing of the cybernetics.&nbsp; "But first lets have some lunch.&nbsp; And I get told I am sexy and pretty a lot, but not incredible.&nbsp; I think I like being incredible better."&nbsp; &nbsp;Hope smiled softly as she sipped the wine slowly, tasting it fully.&nbsp; Now that she doesn't need to eat, when she does eat or drink, she takes time to savor the flavors of her food or drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Thank you, I really enjoy helping people recover, it is a very satisfying to help people."&nbsp; She smiled as she remembered the people she has already helped.&nbsp; "But it sounds like you know the satisfaction of helping people, since it sounds like you have saved people's lives." &nbsp;Hope remembered Jackson mentioning saving a military ship of some kind in the past. <br><br>The busty blonde giggled as Jackson listed all she could do, "There are many kinds of heroes, so everyone can become a hero."&nbsp; She philosophized as she leaned forward, picking up some grapes and taking them into her mouth slowly, her tongue sneaking out to twirl the grape around a bit before pulling it into her mouth, past her soft, pouty lips. &nbsp;"Feel free to admire away, I am doing some admiring of my own." &nbsp;She winked flirtatiously at Jackson and leaned forward as the redhead's hand reached out, loving the look of Jackson blushing as she leaned forward enough to press her huge, firm breast against the young woman's hand, she didn't pull back from the touch, just stayed there.&nbsp; Hope could tell that Jackson was wanting to touch, but was hesitant for some reason and she really felt an attraction to the red head. &nbsp;"I did rip one outfit off of myself during a flight," she mentioned, planting the image of her clothes ripping off of her as she flew, "they were loose and flapped in the wind.&nbsp; Which wasn't a problem at below the speed of sound, but once I hit mach speeds, they just shredded themselves as they flapped in the wind."&nbsp; She winked at Jackson, "Fortunately there was no one around to see me flying around with my ladies exposed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 06:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jax listens, her eyes flitting between Hope's eyes and her body, widening perceptibly at the relation if how much she can lift.&nbsp; "Something like that... They're part of me.&nbsp; Integrated into my nervous system... From the inside."&nbsp; <br><br>She gently strokes Hope's beasts in her hands, her lashes fluttering just a bit, but she doesn't stop.&nbsp; She simply tests their softness, their weight, their youthful firmness and warmth through the thin fabric.&nbsp; Her thumbs stroke gentle circles to find Hope's aureoles, the subtle protrusions of her nipples.&nbsp; "I live out here for safety, and for privacy... And because I'm coming to grips with very, very strong... Impulses."<br><br>She watches how Hope swallows a bit of fruit, how the grape flesh disappears behind her lips and down her throat, and her eyes half-closed.&nbsp; She speaks on, husky with the Scottish accent more prevalent now, "and you may be there prettiest gurl in the world, lass, and had been me that espied ye flyin bout with nothin over yer body?&nbsp; I might have chased you down."<br><br>She grins, "and did ye look like this then?" She murmurs, reaching her hands to Hope's shoulders, slipping her fingers under the shoulders of the garment and opening the neck wider, slipping the fabric down in rolling coils along Hope's arms.&nbsp; "I think perhaps ye should nae be shy now." <br><br>Her mouth hovers alongside Hope's, then diverts its path and hides away along Hope's shoulder, covering the span of her throat and upper shoulder with a hot, wet kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 06:56:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope bit her lip as she felt Jax's hand caressing her huge, firm breast, she could feel her nipple hardening with the teasing touch.&nbsp; "mm... and what kind of strong impulse do you have?" &nbsp;She asked curiously as she laid one soft hand on Jax's arm, sliding up and down caressingly.&nbsp; "And I might have let you catch me," she teased as she let her tongue slide over her lips, "What would you have done once you caught me?" &nbsp;<br><br>Goosebumps formed along her skin as the redhead's fingers slide up her arms to her shoulders, fingers sliding under her leotard, "I have always looked like this, although now gravity doesn't have as much... affect on me." She wiggled her shoulders, jiggling her huge, firm bosom, demonstrating how firm and gravity defying they were.&nbsp; As her leotard was stretched around her shoulders and rolled down her arms, trapping her arms against her sides as a flush spread across her upper chest and up to her smooth cheeks.&nbsp; As Jax kept rolling the black leotard down, it would stretch over her huge bosom until the top of her areolas were exposed.<br><br>"aah.. and if ...I like...to ...tease and play at... being...hard...to..get," She moaned hotly as she arched her neck, giving Jax more room to kiss her smooth, flushed pale skin.&nbsp; Feeling Jax's sof, wet lips and tongue sliding over her skin as her hands slide down to squeeze on Jax's thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 08:04:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson's thighs are taut and firm to the touch, her skin perhaps a tad warmer than expected, to Hope's touch.&nbsp; The flesh yields a bit over toned muscle as she parts her thighs unconsciously and shifts herself closer to Hope, straddling the younger woman's hips with an untowards eagerness.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flutter wide for a moment as she breaks contact with her mouth, panting slightly as she drinks in the sight of Hope's bared skin, up to her face.&nbsp; She is simultaneously piqued and aroused by Hope's exposed skin and desperate for more.<br><br>She pauses long enough to press closer to Hope's face, her nose alongside Hope's delicate cheek, her eye meeting Hope's lashes, where a blink lets Hope feel Jax's lashes against her cheek.&nbsp; "Then be hard to get, lass.&nbsp; Be all ya' wan' and ai'll keep chasin' ye, and I'll find what makes ye flutter and squirm until yu're fully gotten, hard to get or no."&nbsp; She gives a girlish giggle then, her arms so much weaker than Hope's as they tug the leotard lower to her wrists, and she dips her face to kiss the lovely girl's mouth full and tender, her lips gentle and exploring at first as they tenderly cover, then ease, from Hope's.<br><br>Then, her lips return, full and wet and wanton, as her head tilts just a bit and she hungrily seeks more, working her slim lips against Hope's as she suckles Hope's full, bee-stung lower lip between her teeth and gives the most gentle tug before returning for another kiss fuller than before.&nbsp; Her tongue flits at the sealed gap, inviting Hope's to meet hers, and the fruit and wine adds to the subtle taste of her clean mouth as she gently slips her hands along the exposed tops of Hope's breasts, tracing the arcs made by the full globes of flesh against the constraining fabric, before delving within to scoop them out, to heft them in her hands appreciatively and indulgingly.<br><br>At this, Jackson emits a soft gasp of erotic bliss, and Hope can see tell that Jackson's wanton desire is driven far beyond that of simple arousal... the woman is positively peaking, desperate for her... enamored beyond reason.&nbsp; "Begorah, you may be the loveliest creature I ever did spy," she murmurs between kisses, just before delving her mouth lower to rest it along Hope's breasts for a hungry path of kisses and tender licks over the exposed flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 22:26:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope moaned into Jackson's kisses, the soft and tenders kisses she returned equally.&nbsp; While the hot, wanton kisses, she would pull her head back, make the sexy, hot redhead chase down her lips before giving in and kissing just as hotly back.&nbsp; The feeling of having her wrists pressed against her side by her leotard as it was pushed down her torso while having Jackson in her lap and 'trapping' against the chair back was heightening her arousal. <br><br>The petite, busty blonde could free her hands at any time and if she wanted the slender red head to slow down or back off, she could easily move Jackson back.&nbsp; Her body had changed to be able to handle massive G's with little trouble.&nbsp; Jackson was only displaying normal levels of strength, although how strong she would be with her armor would probably be completely different.&nbsp; She certainly hadn't been expecting to meet a sexy, hot woman on her outing today, but she was going to enjoy it, especially since Jax was reading her body language and moaned suggestions and doing stuff to help Hope feel pinned and forced, like leaving her wrists trapped by her leotard or straddling and pinning her against the back of her chair.&nbsp; Hope loved a lover to be forceful with her, especially after the changes kicked in and she could handle more roughness without fear of being hurt, but this was a first meeting, Jax's aggressiveness was more than enough.<br><br>"Aah...ah.... you...are... pretty hot...yourself!" &nbsp;Hope moaned back as Jax took a moments pause in her kissing as she grabbed and pulled Hope's huge, firm breasts completely free of her leotard.&nbsp; The blonde couldn't and didn't even try to hold back the moan of arousal as her ladies are grabbed and squeezed.&nbsp; Jax would notice that despite Hope having huge breasts, she had very little sag at all and while the blonde's skin was very smooth and soft feeling, there was a firmness behind the tissue.&nbsp; ARching her back in pleasure as she felt Jax's soft, wet lips kissing down to her neck and torso down to her sensitive, hard nipples.&nbsp; She ducked her head down to kiss and suck at Jax's ears as the woman attacked her huge firm breasts.&nbsp; "Yessss...ah...yesss... ," she moaned in encouragement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 05:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>When Hope's mouth meets her neck and ear, Jackson practically shivers at even such tentative contact.&nbsp; For the briefest moment, she's embarrassed-- humiliated by how aggressive and wanton she's being with a young woman she's hardly even met.&nbsp; God knows that this woman is beyond beautiful, her body inconceivably perfect-- even beyond human-- and her demeanor, her words, her outright consent has been nothing but encouraging... but it's too perfect.&nbsp; <br><br>Is it the shortcoming in Jackson's 'software'-- the nanites that skew her body chemistry and 'ping' her with curious questions and that limit her inhibitions so smoothly she doesn't even realize it... is <i>that</i> what's making her break down to desire so quickly?&nbsp; Could she be exposing herself to danger?<br><br>Then, her tongue trails a long, slow circle around one of Hope's exposed aureoles, feeling the subtle swell of the puffed, tender skin, savoring the creamy taste of her bare flesh, and her warm saliva trails behind to paint the pink circle all the way to the protruding tip of her nipple, left glistening with her eager saliva.&nbsp; She hovers a half inch farther back, focusing her pale eyes up at Hope's, transfixed in a moment of pure anticipation as her breath spills over the fresh-dampened bit, one panting exhale after another.&nbsp; And she thinks, 'Who cares?&nbsp; This... is living...' and she crowns the nipple with her full mouth, suckling firmly and turning her head, burying her chin and nose in Hope's lovely breast so her next rapid breaths whisper against the firm flesh.<br><br>Shifting her position unconsciously, she tugs the arms of Hope's leotard to her hands and off.&nbsp; She seemed to enjoy restraining the girl's hands, but-- for the moment-- she wanted them free.&nbsp; And she made no secret of this... for as she bent her back and straightened herself, her teeth grazing teasingly at the pert nipple in her mouth as she lets it delicately pop free, Jackson straightens to her feet and, with an unladylike swagger, wipes the back of her hand across her dampened mouth.&nbsp; "Off," she says simply.&nbsp; "Slow."<br><br>She leans forward, perching her hands on the stool before her so her face is next to Hope's, then angles her jaw so she can sweep her gaze hungrily over the woman's bare breasts and up to her elegant, angelic eyes.&nbsp; "But first, me..." she says in a husky whisper that is thick as honey with her desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 03:24:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope panted hotly as she kissed Jax's and feeling her hands freed of her leotard, she sent them sliding along the redhead's toned legs as she looked up at her hot, new friend.&nbsp; The blonde licked her lips thirstily as she nodded her head, "mmm...soo demanding." She whispered hotly as she ran her hands up the woman's taut stomach, sliding Jax's shirt upwards. Revealing the woman's abs, then the underside of Jax's bra covered breasts, sliding overthe redhead's head as Jax held up her arms to allow the tshirt to slide up and over.&nbsp; Hope bit her lip as she looked at the other woman's revealed torso as she slide her hands lightly, teasingly down Jax's arms, softly over the firm breasts to find the bra snap, popping it free and letting the cups hang off the side.&nbsp; <br><br>Hope licked her lips in anticipation as she slide the straps of Jax's bra down her arms, exposing the Irish lass's firm bosom, as she let the bra fall to the floor.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she kissed Jax's collar bone as her hands slide up Jax's thighs to the top of her boyshorts, hooking her fingers in the waistband, Hope started kissing her way down Jax's body, bending her legs and pushing the boyshorts downward at same time.&nbsp; She paused at Jax's firm breasts, lightly, teasingly kissing the peek of the redhead's nipples before kissing her way down Jax's toned abs, sliding the boyshorts down the entire time.&nbsp; Until gravity takes over, the boyshorts sliding all the way down Jax's legs to pool around the redhead's feet.&nbsp; Hope moans her approval as she took in the sight of Jax's hips and sex.&nbsp; <br><br>Hooking her fingers into her leotard, she pushed downward as she straightened up, kissing up Jax's toned belly, letting her face press against Jax's bosom and then slide into her cleavage as she kissed between Jax's perfect orbs. up to Jax's collar bones as gravity takes over pulling the blonde's leotard the rest of the way to the floor and revealing her bare mound and long legs for her height.&nbsp; "Mmm...like that?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-03-2019, 01:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson shivers lightly at the kisses and touches as Hope strips her, one stitch at a time, and finds her hands gripping the padded seat of the chair behind her for balance as her toes curl, her abs tighten, her whole body trembles at the teasing touches turning slowly to firm kisses.&nbsp; Hope's perfect form before her, her ethereal beauty-- and her hungry, appreciative gaze on Jax's own bare, pale body-- arouse the redhead so much that when her bra comes free and falls away, the swells of her breasts are peaked by her hardened, pink nipples like tiny, pink cherries on twin scoops of vanilla cream.&nbsp; And down her long torso, firm and girlish in a way, but with the sensual curves of a woman, her breath swells and contracts the statuesque turns of her form like living milk.<br><br>Oh, and she's a natural read-head for sure, and though she hasn't been waxed-- apparently, some things are impractically difficult in the desert-- she does keep herself trimmed neatly down there.&nbsp; She has a young woman's sex, it seems, and she apparently feels a bit hungry to let Hope see it, now, but doesn't throw her legs wide in some vulgar display... at least, not yet.&nbsp; The soft, short-cropped hair forms a naturally thin nest of copper, just a shade more blondish-brown than that of her fiery mane, obstructing little of her soft, and damp-looking outer folds like a young woman's demure mouth... only the slightest parting visible as she shifts her foot aside on the small area rug under their feet, her outer lips are a bit small, and the edge of her inner folds glisten like the lids of a peeking eye.<br><br>Jackson's breasts, when she leans forward to embrace Hope's face to her breastbone, are just big enough to be soft and welcoming, to nuzzle between, as Jax's hand slips up along the base of Hope's golden locks and entwines her fingers into them.&nbsp; "Just so," she murmurs, and kisses the girl's face in a warm, intensifying spiral of heat that grows wetter and fuller from moment to moment, from each gentle delving probe of her tongue to the next, until she sucks Hope's lower lip between her teeth and lets it scrape its way free... hands running wild to explore Hope's bare body and memorize it, worship it with palms, fingertips, and the heft of her hands.&nbsp; Her eyes flutter open as she cups both Hope's breasts and leans back, marveling at the sight of her from her the part of her hair to the crest of each nipple, at the utter contrast between their two bodies and the loveliness of them pressed together.&nbsp; <br><br>"Bedroom's back there," she says with labored breath, her arousal evident from the squirming press of her body to the heat that rises from her skin, and gives a subtle tip of her head toward one doorway, giving a soft, panting laugh and kissing Hope once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 03:08:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div><br>Hope licked her lips as she admired Jackson's toned, sexy body. the red head's firm breasts as she rubbed her face against the smooth skin, kissing the woman's skin as she felt hands sliding over her skin and into her long, wavy blonde locks.&nbsp; Before she had kissed her way up Jax's body, she had taken time to admire the redhead's womanhood and how fresh and demure it had looked.&nbsp; The trimmed and neat nest of think coppery hair looking cute, but that was for worshipping later.<br><br>She moaned as Jax's fingers entwine into her silky blonde hair and pulling her face up for a hot kiss.&nbsp; Hope rubbed her hands up and down the redhead's toned, smooth body, lightly scratching down Jax's back as she pressed her huge, firm breasts against Jax's smaller, firm breasts as she kisses her new friend back hotly.&nbsp; Letting her fingers map out the redhead's body, finding her sensitive areas as she feels Jax's hands roaming over her smooth, toned skin in return.&nbsp; "yess... so tasty," she moaned right before dipping her head to suck on Jax's neck, her tongue flicking against the woman's pulse point as her hands slide down to palm and lightly squeeze Jackson's toned asscheeks.<br><br>"mmmm.. sounds good," Hope moaned as Jackson indicated where the bedroom was, but the blonde didn't want to lose contact with Jackson, feeling her own wetness coating her inner thighs as she lifted up the taller woman into the air and started walking in the direction of the bedroom door as she was kissing the redhead hotly, feeling Jax's soft lips pressing against her own.&nbsp; The blonde's hands gripping Jax's tight asscheeks as she carried the woman toward the bedroom door.&nbsp; As they arrived at the door, Hope turned sideways, unwilling to let go of Jax's body, panting, "aahh...opennn." She begged of the redhead as she mashed her huge, firm orbs against Jax's firm breasts, and feeling the woman's center rubbing against her firm abs as she holds Jax against her tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 07:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson can scarcely think enough to oblige the command as she fumbles for the door handle, pressing her hand against the plate to trigger the recessing door to open... the act takes some concentration that she's reluctant to give, as she's completely absorbed in the sensation of being so easily lifted into the air by the blonde goddess and carried to her bedroom like a princess.&nbsp; Well... perhaps a bit of a more sexually explicit version of any fairy tale imaginable, being that her hands to not want to stop absorbing the sensation she's receiving from Hope's blonde, silky tresses in her fingers, the firm press of hungry, pillowy lips along her own mouth that are wet, hot, and promising more sensation yet to be imagined... the strong and feminine hands that are teasing her sin and muscle with taut finger-pads and delicate nails.<br><br>Her mind and her central nervous system in overdrive, Hope's throat opens as she angles her head back and her breasts rise and fall against Hope's firm, full globes of feminine flesh, as she lets out a gasp of the rising crest of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her body already.&nbsp; ... she doesn't have the opportunity that, while the nanites in her brain and spine tend to amplify her cognitive functions, they are fascinated by her more... primal reactions... and that they tend to amp up, study, and revel in her physical arousal to the point that... Hope's words against her bare neck and ear...<i> 'yes, so tasty'</i> combined with the flick of her tongue on a nerve cluster at her neck, and a squeeze of her sensitive ass, close to the base of her spine, actually trigger a reaction she would be embarrassed to admit under... less intimate circumstances... <br><br>She shivers and shudders for a moment, her throat emitting a sound of her caught breath and a feminine, vulnerable cry before she bites her lip, trembling, clenching her thighs tight around Hope's body and pressing her bare sex against the woman with a fierce hunger.&nbsp; She's over-lubricated... that's for certain... and her wetness' intensity betrays that she has just climaxed... albeit briefly and only as a fleeting glimpse of what her body is capable of.&nbsp; <br><br>"Safe word," she says gently, "mine can be... bagpipes..." she hisses in bliss, giving a little giggle.&nbsp; "Scot and all."&nbsp; She grins, and then kisses Hope in a fierce press of flesh and jaw that speaks of an insatiable hunger beyond her diminutive form.&nbsp; "God I want to taste you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Take a Stand: Hope's and Jackson's Side Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 06:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapercraft.site/uploads/posts/images/1406981-lindsey-pelas-pics.jpg)<br>Kestrel | Hope River (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14632559#msg14632559)</div>Hope moaned as she felt the woman she was kissing and carrying into her bedroom spasming against her belly and a feeling extra wetness against her toned abs as she pants hotly into the redhead's mouth as she carried her into the bedroom.&nbsp; As she reached the bed, she kissed the other woman's soft lips hotly and then lightly tossed her on to the bed.&nbsp; Giggling the busty blonde licked her lips, "I usually like being the one thrown on the bed, but now I know why the others liked it."&nbsp; <br><br>Crawling onto the bed with Jax as she kissed and licked up the redhead's sexy body, "Umm... safe word...orange for me," she offered as she kissed and sucked at Jax's neck hotly.&nbsp; "Do you have naughty plans for me?" &nbsp;She whispered hotly into Jax's ear and then nibbled on her earlobe. &nbsp;"Than taste me!" &nbsp;She hissed hotly into Jax's ear.<br><br>Hope was looking forward to this night, it was looking up, she had a feeling that Jax would be a very assertive lover as she straddled the redhead's lap and mashes her huge, firm breasts against the redhead's firm breasts as her hands ran up and down the toned body of her new friend. 
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