Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread
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				Title: <strong>Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 15:53:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://d15yciz5bluc83.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/Wallpapers/CAT35TR001_BattleTech_TRO3145_Mercenaries_1920x1080.jpg?28cf69)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</span></strong><br><br><strong>Game Links</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Characters and Unit Roster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.0)</strong></li><li><strong>IC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207496.0)</strong></li><li><strong>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207350.0)</strong></li></ul><br><strong>Useful Links</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Official Battletech Website</strong> (http://bg.battletech.com/)</li><li><strong>Master Unit List</strong> (http://masterunitlist.info/)</li><li><strong>Sarna.net Battletech Wiki</strong> (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/Main_Page)</li><li><strong>Map of the Inner Sphere 3145</strong> (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3p8k0AzPYtdM3NVbmNiYTRJdWs/edit?usp=sharing)</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 00:43:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>“A break” Kari glanced up in the ceiling, as if in mock confusion. “What is a ‘break’? We know nothing of this thing you call ‘break’” She added, then burst out laughing again. “Okay, you have a point there, Allia. I’ve been running myself ragged on this show and have very little ‘me time’ to speak of. I can’t even remember the last time I did something that wasn’t tied in to running the unit one way or another, and even my socializing is as much about team morale and recruitment and the like as anything else. Not that it’s a bad thing, mind, just not all I want to do with my life either”<br><br>“Hell ,save for…” She stopped herself and then laughed again. “Never mind that.”<br><br>She looked Allia in the eyes again, trying to read her lieutenant’s expression, so see what else was going on there. She seemed distracted by something, but Kari still couldn’t figure where she was going or what was on her mind besides all they’d covered already. “But yeah, you’re right. I need some ‘me’ time, I need some ‘fun time’ and I need to unwind and I need to not stress over every tiny little thing – and the kids do give me a lot to stress over.”<br><br><em>Okay, let’s try and figure out what you’re thinking here, </em> She walked over to the bunk, plopping down next to Allia. “So what do you suggest? As the queen of fun times and the only other woman here, I figure you’re the best to ask”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 14:31:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br>Allia watched as Kari started to relax.&nbsp; Allia's face lit up hearing the jovial nature of Kari's comments, taking them as a good sign that her friend had not been completely lost to the nature of command and so removed from the social aspect of life that she still had some inside of her.&nbsp; <br><br><em> “But yeah, you’re right. I need some ‘me’ time, I need some ‘fun time’ and I need to unwind and I need to not stress over every tiny little thing – and the kids do give me a lot to stress over.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Her reference to the unit as 'kids' caused Allia to grin bigger.&nbsp; The company really was like a bunch of kids sometimes; unfortunately in the sense of teenagers who didn't like each other or didn't think the other was 'cool enough' to hang out with.&nbsp; Of course for someone to get involved in a life like this you had to have a pretty short term view of the world since your odds of survival started out pretty low.&nbsp; <br><br>When Kari walked over to the bunk and plopped down beside Allia her heart jumped.&nbsp; She'd never been this close to Kari in an private, intimate setting like this before and she wasn't sure anymore that her intentions would be reciprocated.&nbsp; Allia's mind also raced as her desire and her nervousness fought like cats in an attempt to decide which way to go.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“So what do you suggest? As the queen of fun times and the only other woman here, I figure you’re the best to ask”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Allia blushed as she started to giggle a little.&nbsp; She felt like a kid having a sleep over. She looked up into Kari's deep blue eyes, wondering what was going on inside the other woman's mind.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted lightly over Kari's lips as a rush of warmth washed over her body.&nbsp; "Well, I don't know about queen of fun times, but I definitely enjoy spending time with you."&nbsp; Her eyes shifted back to Kari's eyes, a bit of a lustful grin on her face.&nbsp; "If we were on Hersperus or Galatea I'd suggest we go and get massages or find a nice spa.&nbsp; But since we just have this comfy bunk, why don't you tell me about the story behind your tattoos."&nbsp; It was all she could think of without coming right out and telling Kari how much she wanted her.&nbsp; Her eyes and hand lightly drifted over one of the intricately colored patterns on Kari's arms.
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				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 16:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno (Defiance), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>"...As for Damien and Hiro, personally I think the pair of them should just get a room and get it on already. It’d solve a lot. And personally, I wouldn’t mind it.”"</em><br><br><em>"Oh that is an rather tasty image isn't it!"</em><br><br>The two women laughed at that.&nbsp; Just when I thought the conversation was going to get interesting, it got... kind of repulsing.&nbsp; I pulled the side of my head away from Kari door, made a face and shook my head, trying to get the idea out of my head.<br><br>I pressed my ear against the door again.&nbsp; Allia went on about noticing Kayla being tense, the two of them finding a better release, and going to get massages.&nbsp; Now I started nodding my head, and even licking my lips, and even... slipping, so my ass landed on the floor and my head into the door... hard.<br><br>I rubbed my head as I stood up.&nbsp; There was no way they didn't hear me, and no way I would be able to get out of the corridor fast enough.&nbsp; <br><br>I waited until someone answered.&nbsp; At least I had stuff to talk about with Kari, specifically about me switching places with Moshe, joining Recon Lance and whether I was leading the three female Mechwarriors in it or being commanded by one of them.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 15:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><br>“Okay, first order of business when we get back to Galatea is we re-open recruitment,” Kari agreed. “But second order is that we unwind and have fun; not just me but everyone else as well. Long times away from home, long transit times and so on, plus yeah, things got just a wee bit awkward down there, to say the least”<br><br>She tossed her hair and then grinned at her lieutenant and friend, meeting her eyes. “That being said, I so agree; the pair of us need to sneak off to a spa or a massage or both – preferably both – for a little bit. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing against the team and all. They’re great people and I couldn’t ask for a finer body of men, but it’s also a total sausage-fest some days,” she added with a laugh. “Better not repeat that, by the way”<br><br>Kari noted the touch on her arm, glancing down at where Allia’s hand had found itself. “Funny you picked that one,” she explained. “See that butterfly there? It was actually my very first tat, believe it or not. That one was a ‘I was young and thought it was cool’ moment, where for a while I thought that I could hide it where nobody would notice; wear long sleeves or strategically-placed accessories or whatever.” She chewed her lip a moment, before giving a self-mocking laugh.<br><br>“And then I decided that it was cool, so why not get one for the other arm,” Kari explained. “So then comes the flower on the other arm here. Okay, I can still hide this, still keep this secretish or whatever. Except… naw, I thought it was too cool. So both the flower and the butterfly, they got some embellishments, and a bit of accompanying ink…” She held up one elaborately decorated arm in front of Allia’s face, turning it back and forth. “As you can see, I was just getting started. And I don’t know how much you’ve spotted; you’ve probably seen the legs, but there’s more on my chest and back too”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 03:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br><em>"That being said, I so agree; the pair of us need to sneak off to a spa or a massage or both – preferably both – for a little bit. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing against the team and all. They’re great people and I couldn’t ask for a finer body of men, but it’s also a total sausage-fest some days, better not repeat that, by the way”</em><br><br>It was nice to hear Kari joking and relaxing.&nbsp; The day to day of running the company tended to strain her a lot more than Allia had noticed, but the tone in her voice was more melodic and happy, a change Allia found very attractive.&nbsp; She echoed Kari's laugh, thinking about some of the sausage she'd had the opportunity to sample over the past few years.&nbsp; "You may have to tie me down to keep me from sharing with the company!"&nbsp; She laughed again, her hand touching Kari tenderly on the leg as she kept the other woman's eyes locked with hers.&nbsp; "Of course a sausage fest isn't such a bad thing, it's nice to have a little variety once in a while.&nbsp; The idea of variety was a bit more in the other direction than her comment had made it seem, but then again Kari and Allia had really been the only women mechwarriors for a long time till Angelina joined, not that she lasted long.&nbsp; "But I definitely think you and I soaking in a private mineral bath down near Paradise Ocean, or a chance to be pampered would be wonderful."&nbsp; <br><br><em>“As you can see, I was just getting started. And I don’t know how much you’ve spotted; you’ve probably seen the legs, but there’s more on my chest and back too”</em><br><br>Allia watched as Kari showed each tattoo and described the reason behind them.&nbsp; The mention of more artistic story on her torso made Allia smile more.&nbsp; She ran a finger down the inside of Kari's arm when she held it up to show the different pictures.&nbsp; She kept her touch light, but kept her attention as if she was closely examining each line and color pattern.&nbsp; "Does any of the art on your chest or back have a special story or meaning?"&nbsp; Her eyes shifted slightly to Kari's chest, wondering what it looked like under her white tank top.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 17:00:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>“I wouldn’t mind a few more women in the unit myself,” Kari agreed, listening to Allia. “It’d be a nice change and all, and definitely loosen up a lot of the tension around here,” She added. “Handful of girls, whole mess of guys cooped up in a space ship for weeks on end, and it’s easy to see how crazy happens.” That bought on another small laugh, ending in a bit of a whistful sigh. “hell, it’s nice just to have someone to talk to from time to time”<br><br>That turned into a grin. “oooh, and definitely a yes to being pampered and treated nice and the like. I don’t think I’ve had a good massage or the like in forever, you know”<br><br>Her eyes dropped for a moment to Allia’s finger and where it lay. “So the back is a bit of a project. See the tiger there on the left arm? That started out as a one-off piece, but then kinda blended in with the flower and all the growth around it. So now it’s like a jungle, all brilliant greens and plant life and the like; a chance for a little bit of nature or the like to brighten up the drab greys and spaceship corridors that are my home. That spills over onto the back a lot as well, where it blends with some other things”<br><br>She looked over at her friend and Lieutenant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever seen that, mind. But, you know, if you want to, let me know. It’s art, and it’s there to be enjoyed, or at least that’s what I think”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 19:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br><em>“I wouldn’t mind a few more women in the unit myself...It’d be a nice change and all, and definitely loosen up a lot of the tension around here, a handful of girls, whole mess of guys cooped up in a space ship for weeks on end, and it’s easy to see how crazy happens.&nbsp; “hell, it’s nice just to have someone to talk to from time to time”</em> That bought on another small laugh, ending in a bit of a whistful sigh.&nbsp;<br><br>Allia couldn't help but grin at the thought of the level of crazy that could happen on a ship full of guys and a few girls for months at a time, especially guys and girls who have all just spent however long in combat together.&nbsp; Stress of combat tends to drive some strange reactions.&nbsp; She thought about the last time they had come off of a particularly stressful mission.&nbsp; That need for something crazy and animal overwhelmed Allia to a point of seeking out whatever she could. This circumstance wasn't much different, but the stress was different, and the need was much more subdued and subtle, but it was no less strong.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>She nodded in agreement at Kari's appreciation of having someone to talk to.&nbsp; She gave Kari a warm smile as she shifted her weight on the bed, moving incrementally closer to Kari.&nbsp; "You're not kidding.&nbsp; It's so hard to get close enough to people in the unit to want to open up.&nbsp; Either they don't survive very long or they don't stay.&nbsp; The ones that do, then it's a matter of are they being friendly because they want to be, or are they being friendly because they want you."&nbsp; She'd noticed that she and Kari had grown closer together over the past months, talking more, but this was the first time they'd ever been this close and Allia almost felt guilty for it.<br><br><em>“oooh, and definitely a yes to being pampered and treated nice and the like. I don’t think I’ve had a good massage or the like in forever, you know.&nbsp; So the back is a bit of a project. See the tiger there on the left arm? That started out as a one-off piece, but then kinda blended in with the flower and all the growth around it. So now it’s like a jungle, all brilliant greens and plant life and the like; a chance for a little bit of nature or the like to brighten up the drab greys and spaceship corridors that are my home. That spills over onto the back a lot as well, where it blends with some other things.&nbsp; I don’t know if you’ve ever seen that, mind. But, you know, if you want to, let me know. It’s art, and it’s there to be enjoyed, or at least that’s what I think”</em><br><br>When Kari turned back to the art on her skin, any guilt Allia was feeling dissolved into nothing.&nbsp; Her closeness to Kari was soothing and comfortable, and no matter what happened she wanted that to continue.&nbsp; She followed Kari's description of each new part, or how something small grew into something much larger and more intricate.&nbsp; She watched as Kari pointed out each new piece, moving as close as she could to enjoy the artwork and the detail put into each piece.&nbsp; It also brought her closer to Kari as a whole, something that made her whole body tingle.&nbsp; When Kari offered to show her more, the parts that were covered by her tank top, she had to bite her lip in order to keep her anticipation from showing on her face.&nbsp; Allia looked up into Kari's eyes and gave her a big smile that carried across her face as she responded to the invitation.&nbsp; "I'd love to see everything.&nbsp; It's all so beautiful, and the way it's incorporated into your amazing body just makes the beauty of it all so much more alluring."&nbsp; She hoped that she wasn't being too forward, but she couldn't help the rush of emotions running through her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>15-08-2014, 17:33:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari blushed at Allia’s response, smiling warmly back in reply. “Hey, it’s what the art’s for. And, uh, thanks as well. I mean, it sounds crazy, but it’s nice to know that it’s appreciated at the very least,” she offered. “Besides, it’s not like I go around and let it all hang out in the field and all. I mean, everyone’s seen my arms, but it’s not like I skimp down to show off all the tats and everything on purpose. Even if I am well past the stage of hiding them, it’s not like I’m a crazy exhibitionist or something”<br><br>She grinned at Allia. “Though if we do get the spa holiday, then I wear a swimsuit at least, and that pretty much shows all of them. Pretty much”<br><br>Kari turned around, pulling her tank top off over her head and putting it aside, then sweeping her hair over her shoulder, The result was her back to Allia, leaving it unobstructed save for her bra strap. The tattoos on it formed into a complete picture, a riot of greenery and colour that suggested a lush jungle, teeming with life; like a painting that had been rendered on a rather unusual canvas. The design ran across both shoulders and eventually tapered off down the small of the back.<br><br>“So what do you think?” She asked, glancing back at Allia. “Like I said, it was done in bits and pieces over time, but I think the result is well worth it”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 22:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">A few hours had passed since his brief conversation with the captain. She had managed to persuade him that some time off was exactly what the company needed. It would also give them ample time to bolster the ranks with some fresh faces, who would hopefully come in time for them to enjoy themselves alongside the older members. He couldn't find fault in her reasoning, despite the fact that he never liked just sitting still and not doing anything particularly productive. It wasn't the clanner in him talking, as the Clans knew of the value of downtime to keep spirits up and make for a more tightly knit fighting force. He, himself, was simply a man who hadn't been capable of truly relaxing for many years now. He was always worried or fretting about something. He always found some work to get done. Anything to keep moving and not let the past settle upon him again. He had a tendency see his wife when that happened.<br><br>He had returned to his office in time to find a collection of reports waiting for him in the secure bin put up against the wall just next to the door. The engineers had finished some of the damage report already. It seemed his lectures on their inefficiency after the previous mission had made them fear his judgement once again. He tended to have to crack the whip from time to time to keep the crewmembers from becoming sloppy in their duties. As always, it hardly made him popular, but someone had to do it. It took him those few hours to sort through them and update the books accordingly. Now all that was necessary was to get the reports on the salvage operations.<br><br>Soon after, he already began feeling restless again. Looking over his shoulder, the stern tactician noticed the pad he had paused mid-game.<br><strong>"Hm,"</strong> he almost scoffed at the idea of spending more hours just staring at a screen. Instead, he decided to do something uncommon for him: find some social interaction with no ulterior motive. Well, claiming the absence of an ulterior motive would be a blatant lie, as he knew exactly who to approach, and why.<br><br>Still clad in his leather jacket, which displayed the necessary symbols of his rank and position about the ship and within the company, Damian made his way down to engineering, as he knew he would be finding Allia there after any potentially stressful conversation. He couldn't imagine it being particularly easy to lecture Moshe the way she had likely been forced to, so it only made sense to find her there. Upon his arrival, Damian was forced to admit that he loved being right. The stern clanner was saluted by engineering staff he passed on his way over to where Allia was 'hammering' away at her impressive 'Mech. Their greetings were stiff and formal, as there was little love lost between him and those members of staff.<br><strong>"Lieutenant Rowe,"</strong> he voiced as he stopped in front of the potent machine, his strong arms crossing over a fit chest, while amber hues settled upon whatever part of the young officer was visible. His tone of voice was the same one that always preempted a no-nonsense conversation topic. It was enough to cause most to roll their eyes in coming frustration, but there was no doubt about the fact that he always had something important to say, which gave them cause to listen, regardless. <strong>"I believe you owe me an elaboration on Moshe?"</strong> he finished, fully aware he may have just become the target of a thrown wrench. But he was prepared to dodge the projectile. Or try to.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 02:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br>Allia couldn't help but smile brightly at Kari as she talked about her apprehension to share and show off her tattoos.&nbsp; Allia stared at the woman only inches from her and couldn't understand why she would want to hide anything regarding her beauty.&nbsp; She knew being the commander required a certain level of detachment from her troops, but it still seemed silly to her.&nbsp; <br>Kari's blush wasn't lost on Allia either as she felt her body grow warmer knowing that she'd touched Kari.&nbsp; As she pulled the her tank top over her head, Allia's heart began to race and she exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding onto.&nbsp; The thread of colors intertwined across her back drew a lump in Allia's throat.&nbsp; The beauty of the art, so intricately woven into her skin made Kari that much more beautiful to Allia.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“So what do you think? Like I said, it was done in bits and pieces over time, but I think the result is well worth it”</em><br><br>She couldn't help but put her hands on Kari's back.&nbsp; The soft warmth of her skin sent chills through Allia's body, the hair along her skin standing straight up at attention.&nbsp; A tightness grew in her belly as she ran her hands along the soft muscular lines of Kari's body, following the story in the art.&nbsp; "Oh my god Kari, words can't describe how beautiful you are, the colors and the story mixed so well into the curves of your body are simply breathtaking."&nbsp; <br>Allia realized at that point that no matter how she wanted Kari, that her friendship with the woman and the closeness to her was more important than sexual desire.&nbsp; She spent what seemed like an hour running her hands over Kari's back, tracing the lines and following the story.&nbsp; Finally letting Kari know that she's always going to be here for her as a friend and as one of her commanders she gave Kari a tender hug, slipping a soft peck on her cheek before excusing herself knowing that Kari had a briefing planned for the crew later that afternoon.&nbsp; <br>She left Kari's quarters, a soft smile on her face and a warmth filling her body as she realized how close they had just become.<br><br><br><hr><br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Mech Hangar Bay<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:[/b] Moshe, Damien<br><br>Allia settled into her favorite spot on Gheistwulf's shoulder, the only place on her mech besides buried in it's compact cockpit where she felt calming forces at work on her body.&nbsp; The conversation with Moshe had gone much the way she had expected.&nbsp; He would comply with her requests regarding his training and his mech, mainly because he wanted to remain a part of the unit and he knew this was the only way.&nbsp; He didn't like it however, and that was her problem.&nbsp; How could she train someone who apparently didn't want to be doing what he was being told to do.&nbsp; Regardless of it being a military organization, Mercs had a tendency to be pig headed and rash, which never turned out well in the end.&nbsp; The worst part was that Moshe was rash and unpredictable, which was an even worse combination in a unit built around precision and surprise.&nbsp; <br><br>As she sat quietly on her mechs shoulder, doodling quietly on the pad of paper she carried around in her cargo pants, she couldn't help but notice Damien walk into the hangar bay.&nbsp; She smiled, her grin twisting her face into a wicked smile.&nbsp; Her devious mind running wild as she thought about all of the events of the day and how she hadn't had a proper chance to 'unwind'.&nbsp; She kept her attention off of him as he walked across the bay, scaring the young technicians with his demeanor and stature.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Lieutenant Rowe, I believe you owe me an elaboration on Moshe?"</em><br><br>Allia rolled her eyes, not wanting to rehash her day for Damian, but she had promised.&nbsp; "Fine, but you have to come up, I'm not coming down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 12:50:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had failed to notice the devious grin that had crossed her features, but he knew better than to expect their conversation to be entirely mischief-free. He generally did not mind her more playful nature, even though it would earn others a stern reprimand. He did so mostly because of her rank, the fact that she had proven herself plenty of times, and she never seemed to take it too far. His expectations were met when she told him to climb up the ladders and stairs to meet her on the shoulder of her imposing 'Mech. Why she continued to perch herself on such a breakneck locale was beyond him, but he knew he wasn't going to get answers, or information, he just dallied down there and didn't humor her at least somewhat. His arms remained crossed for a beat or two, stern eyes beneath a furrowed brow glancing left and right once.<br><br><strong>"Fine. But the medical bills are on you if I break bones,"</strong> he commented. He may act the part, but especially in his younger days, he had been a daredevil like anyone else with their line of work. He had spent many hours in brigs during the early days of his career after putting whatever 'Mech he was given through some rigorous paces; all of which were technically against the rules and usually somewhat frowned upon. Naturally, he made sure everyone thought he had always been an uptight bastard. It was easier to have a high horse that way.<br><br>Following the frame surrounding the machine, he soon set foot upon the shoulder of the armored behemoth. Deft hands planted themselves in his sides and he cast his vision down at the engineering walkways that were, as always, brimming with activity. Despite the noise of workers shouting, machinery moving, twisting and turning, welders hissing away and tools banging against metal, he had to agree with Allia that there was something oddly soothing about the place. One could feel alone and at peace there, yet not be away from people altogether. He was beginning to see why the high perch she had picked was such a good choice.<br><strong>"So... Private Dayan?"</strong> he voiced after that brief moment of silence.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 18:24:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br><em>"Fine. But the medical bills are on you if I break bones</em><br><br>Allia's grin twisted further as he heard Damian complain about the prospect of falling from Gheistwulf. <br><br>"Whatever old man.&nbsp; Don't tell me you're not nimble enough to hang out on the side of a Mech."&nbsp; She watched him climb up slowly, taking care of his every foot hold and hand hold as he climbed along the natural flow of her Mech's armor.&nbsp; Climbing a mech without a ladder wasn't something most people did, but Allia felt it kept her limber and aware of the fact that injury of death&nbsp; haunted them every time they walked a mech onto the field.<br><br>As Damian reached the top, he stopped to look around, taking in the chaotic tranquility of her perch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes drifted across his frame for a quick moment while his eyes were otherwise turned away.&nbsp; When he finally turned to her, he could see the look of curiosity in his face.&nbsp; <em>........So... Private Dayan?"</em><br><br>Her smile drifted for a moment, as Damian broke her mood with a reminder of her need to fill him in on the discussion with Moshe.&nbsp; She slid the pad of paper back into her cargo pants.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she crossed her arms over her knees as she scrunched up into a leaning position leaning on her bent legs.&nbsp; "Moshe is going to be a handful."&nbsp; She shook her head as she looked out at the Panther styled mech across the hangar bay from Gheistwulf.&nbsp; "I'm good at tactical surprise and training said tactics to experienced warriors, but he's a wild card.&nbsp; He's young, undisciplined, relatively untrained and brash.&nbsp; The only reason he's even riding fire is because he was able to rebuild that damn mech from scraps and Kari decided to give him a chance out of respect for her father.&nbsp; She sighed, looking up at Damian.&nbsp; "Kari and I agreed he could stay on as long as he kept his nose clean and agreed to change the configuration of S'Hot to a more Strike centric loadout.&nbsp; Allia ran her hands over her face, back up through her wild pinkish red hair that had fallen out of her signature pony tail.&nbsp; "That in itself is turning out to be the most frustrating part of our agreement.&nbsp; The kid is adamant about keeping his freaking flamers and plasma rifle even though they won't do crap in a running fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 21:18:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian ignored her first taunts as he climbed the face of the war machine. Too old? Not at all. Far more careful than he used to be? Definitely. He liked to think he still had as much of a zest for life as he always had, even if he didn't show it like others did, but the truth was that he had become far more cautious with age. He was nowhere near actually being an old man and was only barely passed the prime of his life, but recklessness tended to fade with every passing year. When he had climbed his way to the top, not really perturbed by the height whatsoever, proving his objections were rooted solely in caution, not fear, he made sure to pay attention to Allia's explanations. He remained silent throughout her discourse, noting the stress she seemed to be harboring on the matter, or at least the aggravation.<br><br>As she shifted herself in the beginning of her words, he followed her gaze over to the 'Mech across from them, his amber hues picking out the details of the impressive craft. It was a difficult situation and part of him was glad Allia and Kari were handling it, and not he. The clanner would have had no patience and the first time Moshe refused to obey his commands, he would have been kicked to the curb. As justified an act Damian may have found that to be, he knew there was the very real possibility they would have lost a valuable resource like that. There was no denying the young man had potential. The core of the matter was: was he worth the trouble?<br><strong>"He'll be needing a firm hand. Diplomacy isn't going to do that trick, lieutenant Rowe,"</strong> he started and, while his body stayed oriented towards the Panther, his eyes lingered in their corners, spying on Allia's actions and reactions subtly. <strong>"What do we know about him? Anything in his psych profile or history we can exploit to make him more malleable?"</strong> he voiced next, clearly showing no problem with manipulation and reverse psychology if that was what needed to be done. <strong>"If he had a sense of honor, you could speak to that. Everyone has buttons to press and not press. I don't see why he would be any different. Maybe throw him a bone and allow him a flamer should he decide to fail to keep his eyes open and get a 'Mech right up in his face,"</strong> he suggested further, though his tone of voice indicated he did not exactly favor doing anything but what Allia and Kari had wisely decided upon.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 22:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>Allia thought for a moment about what Damien had said.&nbsp; She had read enough of the kids file and they both had known him when he was one of the technicians.&nbsp; She remembered watching him with bored interest while he was putting together the parts for his mech, and she remembered wondering how anyone would ever take him seriously enough to put him in a mech unit.&nbsp; Now she was the one needing to take him serious to bring him into the fold.&nbsp; That thought frustrated her to no end.&nbsp; <br>"I think I'll just remind him he's got no other alternative."&nbsp; Looking back to Damien.&nbsp; "I know what I have to do, I just don't know if I want too.&nbsp; He's a good kid, but he's got issues I'm not willing to mess with."&nbsp; She leaned back, her head only a few inches from Damien.&nbsp; "I'm just frustrated I have to be in this position at all.&nbsp; She sighed for a short moment, letting the tension in her body fill her with energy.&nbsp; She rubbed her shoulder, craning her neck from one side to the other, stretching the muscles.&nbsp; <br>She respected Kari, and even felt a strong connection to the Company Commander, but she was not a teacher and he didn't have the training to be a strong mechwarrior who needed to take orders without question.&nbsp; But she had promised to give Moshe a chance and that's what she was going to do. <br><br>Standing up, she turned to move towards Gheistwulf's head.&nbsp; Her hand lightly brushed Damien across the shoulder as she passed.&nbsp; Her eyes gave him a squinted predatory look as she moved gingerly along the shoulder of the mech.&nbsp; She walked around the rear of the head to the small opening.&nbsp; Looking back towards Damien, she caught his eye before she slipped into the small cockpit. She stood at the back of her command chair, looking out through Gheistwulf's viewport, her back to the door, uncertain whether Damien read her intentions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 23:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro Kagekaze</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207496.msg10451757#msg10451757)<br><br>She gave him a moment to follow as she made her way back to her room, a nice sized one.&nbsp; DJ figured it was bias to females by the captain that she had a nice room, even though it was quite barren.&nbsp; As soon as she entered her room, she went to the back corner where she set her bags and knelt down to open one of them.<br><br>As soon as she heard his footsteps behind her, DJ said, <strong>"Come on in.&nbsp; Close the door and take a seat on the bed or something."</strong>&nbsp; She took out some clothes, not caring that he was watching as she pulled out a couple of bras and panties, placing them in a small drawer near the bed.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Well, I'm sure you have more to talk about than if there is a Mr, right?&nbsp; The real answer to that one is that I never stopped long enough to actually look for someone.&nbsp; Life of a merc, after all.&nbsp; What about you, eh?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked up from the lower drawer at him, a ragged shirt in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 17:22:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong>, DJ's quarters<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> 'DJ' Robins<br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>As I followed her back to her room, some of her words echoed in my mind.<br><br><em>"If you've read my file, you'll see that I can handle myself fairly well.<br><br>"I've fought a few pirates in the past and they usually follow a certain path or two, usually a retreat path."</em><br><br>I liked that about her.&nbsp; Confident, but not necessarily arrogant or cocky, about her Mechwarrior skills.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"No, never has.&nbsp; And before you ask, there is no 'Mrs. DJ' either."</em><br><br>Interesting.&nbsp; Going from her appearance, I can see her being asked regularly if she were available.&nbsp; I could also see the askers being surprised that she wasn't taken, and then some of them asking if she was into women instead of men.<br><br>But she went the extra mile.&nbsp; I found that usually a woman, if she had no interest in a man, said that she had a boyfriend regardless of whether it was true.&nbsp; But DJ seemed to be giving me all kinds of green lights, or at least no red ones, and all I had to do was drive on through.<br><br><em>"Come on, I have to get things done back in my room.&nbsp; If you want to talk, we'll continue there."</em><br><br><em>And if I don't want to talk, I'd want to continue there anyway,</em> I thought to myself.&nbsp; But I played it cool.&nbsp; Still, it was nice.&nbsp; She could have parted ways, but instead wanted to go somewhere private.&nbsp; I was starting to like this woman, she had many fine qualities, including the way her trim waist flared out to her ass, an ass that moved from side to side as she walked in front of me.<br><br>She seemed to feel real comfortable with me, too.&nbsp; She was kneeling and kind of bent over her bags when I stood at the open doorway.<br><br><em>"Come on in.&nbsp; Close the door and take a seat on the bed or something."</em><br><br>I did just that, sitting on the side of her bed.&nbsp; She took some lingerie out of her bags and put them away in a low drawer just a couple of feet away from me.&nbsp; I stole a peek so I could imagine what she looked like in them later.<br><br><em>"Well, I'm sure you have more to talk about than if there is a Mr, right?&nbsp; The real answer to that one is that I never stopped long enough to actually look for someone.&nbsp; Life of a merc, after all.&nbsp; What about you, eh?"</em><br><br><strong>"That sounds kind of... lonely, DJ.&nbsp; Well, hopefully you'll stick around with <em>this</em> company.&nbsp; I haven't been here the longest, but..."</strong><br><br>I looked around her barren room, than at her from head to toe, as I thought about what else to say.<br><br><strong>"...Long enough to think of it as home.&nbsp; Kari's the mom... all influential and caring.&nbsp; Allia's the... big, responsible sister.&nbsp; Damian... if he were old, he would be a mean, old man.&nbsp; He's the grumpy old grandpa - when he starts making you feel bad, you know you belong here.&nbsp; As for me, nope, no Mrs. Right for me.&nbsp; Maybe a Miss Right, a long time ago.&nbsp; And a Miss Wrong or two, here and there, but no regrets, just lessons learned."</strong><br><br>I leaned back so my elbows rested on the mattress.&nbsp; My palms landed flat on the surface, and I felt the rough texture.<br><br><strong>"You have sheets for this?&nbsp; I've met some hardcore mercs who don't bother with beddings or even beds, but considering we spend a third of our day on these, doing things like sleeping and... whatever... I think it's more important to make a nice little nest."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 00:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro Kagekaze</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br><em><strong>"That sounds kind of... lonely, DJ.&nbsp; Well, hopefully you'll stick around with this company.&nbsp; I haven't been here the longest, but....Long enough to think of it as home.&nbsp; Kari's the mom... all influential and caring.&nbsp; Allia's the... big, responsible sister.&nbsp; Damian... if he were old, he would be a mean, old man.&nbsp; He's the grumpy old grandpa - when he starts making you feel bad, you know you belong here.&nbsp; As for me, nope, no Mrs. Right for me.&nbsp; Maybe a Miss Right, a long time ago.&nbsp; And a Miss Wrong or two, here and there, but no regrets, just lessons learned."</strong></em> he said, a small touch of some kind of emotion in his voice.&nbsp; Perhaps it was respect for his comrades?&nbsp; A love for them?&nbsp; Well, whatever it was, DJ had to smile as she bent over the bag again.&nbsp; It was corny, but sounded nice.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I know of a lot of Wrongs in my past, Hiro.&nbsp; Believe me, they were really wrong, but not for reasons you may think.&nbsp; They were wrong for trying to seduce and steal from me.&nbsp; Caught one of the bastards trying to escape with a couple of valuables."</strong>&nbsp; She laughed, a nice gentle, slightly ringing laugh that was not what one would expect from someone as rough and tough as the outward appearance she gave out.&nbsp; DJ dug through the bag, picking out more clothes, mostly punk-ish style shirts and shorts, not one dress in sight.&nbsp; There were a couple of skirts, mostly black, red, and purple, but only one had any frills.&nbsp; It was obvious that she wasn't the type of gal who dressed up too often and wore what she wanted when she wanted.<br><br>As she emptied the bag, putting the way the last of a couple more pairs of underwear and bras, she heard the bed squeak just slightly as Hiro leaned back, <em><strong>"You have sheets for this?&nbsp; I've met some hardcore mercs who don't bother with beddings or even beds, but considering we spend a third of our day on these, doing things like sleeping and... whatever... I think it's more important to make a nice little nest."</strong></em><br><br>DJ turned back and pulled open the second of her bags, <strong>"I don't suppose I do, to be honest.&nbsp; I've slept on worse.&nbsp; Believe me, sleeping in a small desert cave during a sandstorm at night is not very comfortable."</strong>&nbsp; She rolled her eyes at his hesitation and 'whatever' comment.&nbsp; She had no idea what it was with men and their trying to act all gentleman-like.&nbsp; Really, all they had to do was just say it.&nbsp; Less awkward that way.&nbsp; Then again, DJ had been raised by mercs and spent quite a few years with a group of bandits, so she was used to that sort of thing.<br><br>DJ pulled out a small, red pillow and threw it behind her, knowing that he'd likely catch it, but if he didn't, that'd wake him up some.&nbsp; She grinned at that thought, <strong>"You offering some then?&nbsp; Don't have more than this military-issue one I bought almost 8 years back.&nbsp; Though, it's more of a sleeping bag than a sheet."</strong>&nbsp; As she spoke, she pulled out a tightly bundled sheet made of thick, heavy material that had seen quite a bit of usage, <strong>"You come to appreciate these things after a few days on the move.&nbsp; Like sleeping on a cloud after a while."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 19:39:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian couldn't find fault in her reasoning. It was one thing to know what to do in a given situation, it was another to want to go through with it. Their line of work was one filled with morally ambiguous situations, on and off the battlefield. But those grays did not stop where the enemy stood and tended to bleed into allies and subordinated just as easily. It made filling Kari and Allia's shoes stressful and he was certain the both of them lost more than a few hours of sleep over it all. While Damian only tended to the financial and scouting aspects of finding new talent to add to the roster, they needed to deal with any issues that arise that weren't ironed out over the recruitment process. A lot of people thought that running the company was just a matter of finding MechWarriors willing to fight for money. But, if you wanted to survive passed a single operation, or even mission in some tragic cases, cohesion and psychologically solid individuals were essential. It's easy to lie about those things during an interview...<br><br>As he often did, he had wandered into his own headspace as he wondered what Allia was going to do than, in the end. But, it seemed she had yet to make up her mind on the matter. As she rose up, however, he pushed his musings to the back of his mind and, with his arms still crossed, he followed her movements closely with his amber eyes. <strong>"Just read carefully where potentially indulging Moshe is concerned. The rest should come easy,"</strong> he stated as the latter half of his two cents on the matter. It was clear she was more than done talking about the man, and it also became clear with the look in her eyes that she had her mind set on something else entirely.<br><br>It was... difficult to refuse an unspoken offer like that. It would not mark the first time he dabbled in the arguably gorgeous lieutenant, not at all. A few times in the past, over the years of their service in the company, they had taken to using each other to relieve some stress. Sex and love were two separate concepts to a clanner. Or at least, they were to most of them. Damian hadn't followed that train of thought a long time earlier. That had all changed for reasons no one knew about. After leaving his Clan, his deceased wife had not been brought up to anyone, not even Kari. And no one knew of the photo or mementos he kept of her. One-night stands still left a poor taste in his mouth, no matter how much he tried to tell himself it was the clan way.<br><br>Again, however, the offer was more than difficult to refuse. Workload was heaping up, reasons to be frustrated were everywhere, and he had little to no means of release and entertainment that aligned themselves with his usual interests. He was certain none of the other crewmembers could talk about the odds of Clan Sea Fox winning the championship between the clans in the Inner Sphere that year. At least not with any measurable degree of know-how. He had not made up his mind yet, but his feet already began ferrying him after her. She would be able to hear the tapping of his boots on the iron as he rounded the corner and entered the cockpit proper. His stride was always an audibly confident one.<br><br>She always managed to rock his world and relieving stress was vital. He would have to be an idiot to say no. But, he wasn't going to give in through spoken words; where was the fun in that? If he was going to get another chance at peeling away the cloth that covered her definitely attractive form, he was going to make the most of it.<br><strong>"You take fellow officers into Gheistwulf often, lieutenant Rowe?"</strong> he questioned, while his arms slipped around her waist from behind. One hand had already reached for a control panel off to his side, which allowed him to shut the cockpit door securely. Battle inactivity had cooled the impressive "Mech comfortably, so they wouldn't need any ventilation from out there. Besides, he preferred to not have any engineers hearing enjoyment he selfishly wanted just for himself. With both limbs returning to form a tight embrace, and his strong body pressing against her back, he clearly caught her seductive scent. His lips did not stay motionless for long, as they found their way to her neck and added a string of intense kisses, his teeth even grazing the muscles where her jawline and neck meet.<br><strong>"I should report you..."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 23:02:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>Allia stared out of the ferroglass of Gheistwulf's cockpit much the same way she's looked out so many times in the past.&nbsp; This was different though, she had never brought anyone into the cramped cockpit for anything sexual, this was a first for even her.&nbsp; She could hear Damian's boots moving along the armor plating on her mechs shoulder, growing closer and closer to the open hatch.&nbsp; She watched the mechanics moving along the gantry across the hangar bay as her hand moved up her chest to unbutton the flap that kept her body suit closed.&nbsp; Letting the flap fall, she unzipped the suit down to her belly button.&nbsp; The cool air of her mech's cockpit filled the open void between her suit and her warm skin.&nbsp; The fact that she usually didn't wear a tank top or bra under her body suit tended to keep the warmth in her outfit to a minimum.&nbsp; The suits two sides slid apart as the zipper released them, pulling at her full supple breasts.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You take fellow officers into Gheistwulf often, lieutenant Rowe? I should report you..."</em><br><br>Her body began to tingle as he felt Damian's hands slide along her waist.&nbsp; His closeness caused the need already present in her belly to flare.&nbsp; The warmth spread across her inner thighs as she felt him press up against her back, the thunk of the metal hatch promised they could do whatever they wanted without prying eyes.&nbsp; Her hair stood on end as the power of his presence coursed over her body.&nbsp; His scent drifted around her as she felt his warm soft lips press against the skin of her neck.&nbsp; Damian could be sensitive or rough during sex, it all depended on his mood and his lovers mood.&nbsp; As much as Allia enjoyed the soft sultry feel of him enticing her body with kisses and his warm breath, she couldn't help but feel her need pushing her in another direction.&nbsp; Her head leaned back as Damian kissed her neck, the back of her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed as her body tingled more and more from his touch.&nbsp; His last words still hung in her mind as she pushed her round ass back into his hips.&nbsp; "Go ahead and report me...."&nbsp; Her voice struggled to keep steady as her heart rate pulsed and her breathing sped up.&nbsp; "But if you're going to....you'd better fuck me as hard and in as many ways as you can, since it'll be the last time you ever get the chance."<br><br>Allia knew her comment meant little in the way of anything.&nbsp; Damian was the only man in the unit she'd ever shown any long term desire to fuck and they had a dynamic and an understanding between them that was hard to find with anyone else.&nbsp; She needed him inside her, needed to feel him use her body, but she wasn't about to tell him that; it was fairly apparent to both of them what they wanted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 21:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian was pleased to find that her recent command experiences had not dulled her playful nature. For as stern as the man was, he adored some spiciness and fire from any woman that grabbed his attention. Allia fulfilled that condition so thoroughly that she had no idea how easy it would be to seduce him some night. He would be the same stubborn bastard he always was on certain evenings, but others? A few witty comebacks and a cocky grin and she would find him more than willing to continue to use her cockpit in very unorthodox ways. Her words were music to his ears, as they implied exactly what he had hoped. While he has tasted her in both ways, both tender and rough, it was the latter that she was after. A good, strong, relieving romp that would give them the perfect exhaust for stress that continued to heap with every passing day. He would accuse himself of taking advantage of the young woman if she didn't want exactly the same thing, for precisely the same reasons. Either way, she did not have to repeat herself.<br><br><strong>"You -have- slipped open your suit already... Would be terrible to have that effort go to waste,"</strong> he responded as he felt her warm and nimble frame lean back against him. She was diminutive compared to some in the company, but he had seen her without that pesky leather, cloth and synthetics in the way. She had more than enough muscle on her to make it more than plausible for her to be able to handle the kickback of a shotgun if she needed to. There were few things sexier than that. He wasted no time with warming her to the idea of their bodies joining at the hips. Hands that had been resting upon her sides now slipped along the silhouette of her form to slide beyond the fabric of her unzipped body suit. The tips of his digits quickly found supple flesh, heated by the formerly closed nature of the suit. He caught her scent, both that of her body and of her arousal, which enticed him further.<br><br>His hands left her long enough to remove his jacket and shirt, leaving his upper body bare until such a time when his pants proved too uncomfortable to remain. Broad-shouldered and perfectly fit, his rougher frame pressed her to the back of her control chair, his hands pulling the two halves of her suit apart to dangle at her waist. Her ample bust was quick to be attacked, both his hands cupping and molding the lovely, perked mounds. Rough palms paid closed attention to the peaks, wanting to harden them pleasurably. His tiers, in the meantime, continued to gorge themselves on her neck and shoulders, planting firm and passionate pecks along her while she rested herself against him. A single hand did not remain satisfied with her upper body, and quickly decided to descend far lower, slipping beyond the synthetics of her suit to glide effortlessly between her legs.<br><br>Homing in on the most seductive of warmth, his palm began to apply a firm, stroking pressure upon her outer folds, hoping to coax her natural lubrication from between them. He wanted her wet and in heated need before he spread her in every position they could muster in the closed confines of that cockpit. A teasing grin would creep up upon his lips as he continued the playful mood.<br><strong>"I only have one question... Does your chair pivot?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 00:10:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br><em>"You -have- slipped open your suit already... Would be terrible to have that effort go to waste," </em><br><br>As Damian's hands slid from her waist up her sides to the waiting flesh on front, her body followed his progress with tingling and warmth.&nbsp; Heat spread through her body as his strong powerful hands found her skin.&nbsp; Feeling him pressed so close to her drove her need hotter and hotter with every touch, but she would be patient.&nbsp; She'd never been one to throw herself at men or women and she'd never been one to look to eager about what she wanted.&nbsp; There was a special kind of power to the seduction dance that two people played before anything else happened, and Allia knew giving Damian what he wanted so quickly would cheapen the power of what they had.&nbsp; <br><br>She let a dark naughty grin cross over her face when he pushed her into the back of the command chair.&nbsp; He felt his weight against her back, holding her down and it set her body on fire. Allia enjoyed the feeling of being dominated like this, the feeling of losing control had always been an aphrodisiac for her and Damian had always played into the part perfectly.&nbsp; Manhandling her suit, yanking it down her arms and back, leaving it hanging at her waist naked to the world from the bottom up caused her to moan.&nbsp; When he pressed himself into her again, she felt his hips throbbing against her still covered ass as his hand&nbsp; <br><br>His large strong hands took her breasts like balls of dough and didn't care about being too rough.&nbsp; His fingers rolling her nipples hard between themselves causing just enough pull and pressure to bring a mild sting to her senses, goose bumps shuddered down her body with each sting.&nbsp; Allia's body pulsed at his touch.&nbsp; She felt the flow of blood in her neck quicken and she felt as if her throbbing pulse under his mouth would rupture as his teeth brushed it. She knew he had to feel it too, how he effected her.&nbsp; <br><br>Still pressing her against the chair, she felt a hand drift down to her waist, sliding across her warm tight belly and down between her legs.&nbsp; Even if she didn't want him there, there was nothing she could do to stop him, and that turned he on more as she felt his rough hands spread her lips.&nbsp; He would no doubt feel how wet she already was from his attention.&nbsp; She couldn't deny that feeling his hand there simply drove the liquids faster.&nbsp; She gasped and moaned as his hand crossed under her tight spandex panties, rolling hard across her swollen button and lips.<br><br><em>"I only have one question... Does your chair pivot?"</em><br><br>She fought hard to catch her breath long enough to answer, her words came out in a breathless whisper "Yes, of course.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 22:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong>, DJ's quarters<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> 'DJ' Robins<br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>"I know of a lot of Wrongs in my past, Hiro.&nbsp; Believe me, they were really wrong, but not for reasons you may think.&nbsp; They were wrong for trying to seduce and steal from me.&nbsp; Caught one of the bastards trying to escape with a couple of valuables."</em><br><br>She laughed.&nbsp; It was a a nice laugh, pleasant to the ear.&nbsp; It made me want to make her laugh some more.&nbsp; It also made me want to make her make other sounds, too.<br><br><strong>"I kind of don't want to know what you did to them, although I kind of do."</strong><br><br>I saw her roll her eyes when I said "whatever."&nbsp; Between that and the lack of particularly feminine fashion, I realized I didn't have to protect her virgin ears.<br><br><em>"Believe me, sleeping in a small desert cave during a sandstorm at night is not very comfortable."</em><br><br><strong>"Pfft, at least you had a cave and some solid rock under you during your sandstorm.&nbsp; Try sleeping in a small desert <em>tent</em>... on <em>sand</em> as your bed.&nbsp; With a <em>camel</em>.&nbsp; You ever been near a camel in a tent during a sandstorm.&nbsp; I was tempted to just deal with the sandstorm.&nbsp; It's almost impossible to sleep beside a camel.&nbsp; As for 'whatever'... let's just say reading a book is about as likely to happen as sleeping under those particular circumsta-awww..."</strong><br><br>She threw a pillow at me without looking, and it landed square in my crotch.&nbsp; It didn't hurt, but it was a surprise, and I still feigned pain, rolling in her bed and ending up in a fetal position.<br><br><strong>"Nice aim.&nbsp; Right in the ballsack.&nbsp; And I wasn't even trying to seduce you... <em>yet</em>."</strong><br><br>I took the pillow and pressed it against my nose while looking in her eyes.<br><br><strong>"Smells nice.&nbsp; And I think I have some extra sheets lying around.&nbsp; I'll be right back."</strong><br><br>I tossed the pillow back at her as I stepped out of her room and went down the hall to my bunk.&nbsp; I came back with a set of silk black sheets and a really long pillow.<br><br><strong>"Here, this is my old set.&nbsp; I have a new set that was a bit of an upgrade.&nbsp; Just be careful because they are a bit... slippery?&nbsp; Something about the thread count of the fabric makes it easy to slide against.&nbsp; Point is, I started sleeping a lot better with these than without, and the body pillow is great for cuddling if you don't happen to have another member of the crew to do some grappling with.&nbsp; And they're even better for something like this..."</strong><br><br>I stood up, grabbed one end of the body pillow, took a mighty swing, and wacked her behind with the other end.<br><br><strong>"Don't bring a bolster to a body pillow fight."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 12:47:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">It definitely didn't escape his notice how Allia responded to his touch; it never did. As powerful a hold as it gave him over her, being able to touch her in whatever way he pleased, explore her body with lust and curiosity, he was no different. Every subtle little sound that escaped her throat. Every increase in the throbbing of her heart. Every time her nipples would harden to tight buttons. Whenever the scent of her luscious nectar would reach his nostrils. Whether she did so intentionally or not, the lieutenant had him under her spell as much as he did her. It was hard, finding chemistry like that. He had never explored anything more than the sexual between them, partly because he didn't think there was anything more than professional and physical. In a way, that was liberating. In another way, he felt as though that was a shame. But, such matters would only complicate things and as things stood, it was still easy for them to be stubbornly at odds over what the company should be doing, while Kari tried to find some kind of compromise. While he would never admit it, he had always admired her dedication and strength of will.<br><br>Whatever the motivation, hearing her voice rife with need was enough to push him further. A part of him wanted to savor it, another part of him wanted to claim her. His mind was quick to note there was plenty of time for both. Knowing her, she would prove insatiable, and she always knew exactly how to get him to go that one time more... and again... and again. His middle finger had slowly plunged deeper inside of her, passing her not drenched folds to pierce her flower. The tip of the digit arced forward as best it could, allowing him to caress a rough patch that he knew would electrify her. His lips had ascended to her jaw, even nipping at her earlobe while his other digits fondled her lovely bosom.<br><strong>"You need this badly... Don't you?"</strong> he questioned rhetorically, as he knew the answer to that question all too well.<br><br>Without delay, his booted foot pushed against one side of her chair, allowing it to spin 180 degrees before it was stopped by the opposite sole. This allowed him to easily turned the young woman around in his grasp and force her down into the comfortable seat. Palms slammed into either side of the arms, allowing him to lean closer and claim her lips. Intensity and ferocity were palpable as he refused to let her tiers go until he had had his fill of their soft, delicate nature. When they finally parted, his hands took their time to descend along her delicious frame, eventually gripping the seam of her opened flight suit to pull it free from her legs. The expensive garment was casually tossed aside while the man began to undo the bonds that kept his now excruciatingly tight pants shut. With a belt undone, he stripped what was left of his clothes away and revealed that he matched her in arousal.<br><br>His shaft was erect and hard, needy for the attention she could bestow upon it. He closed the distance between them again, wanting to feel her naked skin to his own. Soft, delicate and warm, it was impossible to resist as he used his body to pin her non-aggressively to the seat. Hands explored her, as well as his lips, which had taken to descending from hers and her neck, to the apex of her chest. Suction and the flicking of his tongue were his weapons of choice as he stimulated her nipples and sought to make her beg for release.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 13:23:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - DJ's Quarters</strong><br><strong>Tagged:&nbsp; Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><em><strong>"Pfft, at least you had a cave and some solid rock under you during your sandstorm.&nbsp; Try sleeping in a small desert tent... on sand as your bed.&nbsp; With a camel.&nbsp; You ever been near a camel in a tent during a sandstorm.&nbsp; I was tempted to just deal with the sandstorm.&nbsp; It's almost impossible to sleep beside a camel.&nbsp; As for 'whatever'... let's just say reading a book is about as likely to happen as sleeping under those particular circumsta-awww..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Hiro was talking about some story with camels when her pillow struck him, cutting him off.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Nice aim.&nbsp; Right in the ballsack.&nbsp; And I wasn't even trying to seduce you... yet."</strong></em><br><br>DJ let a small smile show on her face as she bent over another bag to pull stuff out of, <em>'Seduce me, huh?&nbsp; I'd like to see you try.&nbsp; I have to admit, you are quite charming.'</em><br><br>Apparently he smelled the pillow because he complimented it, causing a slight blush to appear on her cheeks.&nbsp; Really, no one had ever complimented her on her spell, which was rather cute.&nbsp; Luckily, she was facing away from him, so he didn't see it.&nbsp; However, she was surprised by his next action, to leave the room to get some of <em>his</em> sheets for her to use.&nbsp; DJ had to admit that she was touched by the gesture.&nbsp; There weren't many times anyone was this generous to her, and they only just met!<br><br>She heard his footsteps as he came back in, closing the door behind him, <em><strong>"Here, this is my old set.&nbsp; I have a new set that was a bit of an upgrade.&nbsp; Just be careful because they are a bit... slippery?&nbsp; Something about the thread count of the fabric makes it easy to slide against.&nbsp; Point is, I started sleeping a lot better with these than without, and the body pillow is great for cuddling if you don't happen to have another member of the crew to do some grappling with.&nbsp; And they're even better for something like this..."</strong></em>&nbsp; She was about to make a comment, but the words stuck in her throat as he whacked her ass with the pillow he was talking about, <em><strong>"Don't bring a bolster to a body pillow fight."</strong></em><br><br>DJ let out a small growl and a grin as she turned around, still in a crouch, and sprang up, leaping at him with her little pillow swinging down at him.&nbsp; Her momentum and angle pushed him back down on the bed where she used her advantage to lightly swat him with her much smaller pillow.&nbsp; She straddled his stomach as she bent over him, her face inches from his and a smile on her face, <strong>"And my advice to you is to not surprise a girl like me."</strong><br><br>DJ, though sitting atop him, wasn't in the most stable position.&nbsp; Besides, he had a little more physical strength than she did, so while it looked like she had the upper hand, it was really going to go either way in their little game.&nbsp; Still, DJ reveled in her, if maybe temporary, victory over the man below her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 20:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>[It definitely didn't escape his notice how Allia responded to his touch; it never did. As powerful a hold as it gave him over her, being able to touch her in whatever way he pleased, explore her body with lust and curiosity, he was no different. Every subtle little sound that escaped her throat. Every increase in the throbbing of her heart. Every time her nipples would harden to tight buttons. Whenever the scent of her luscious nectar would reach his nostrils. Whether she did so intentionally or not, the lieutenant had him under her spell as much as he did her. It was hard, finding chemistry like that. He had never explored anything more than the sexual between them, partly because he didn't think there was anything more than professional and physical. In a way, that was liberating. In another way, he felt as though that was a shame. But, such matters would only complicate things and as things stood, it was still easy for them to be stubbornly at odds over what the company should be doing, while Kari tried to find some kind of compromise. While he would never admit it, he had always admired her dedication and strength of will.<br><br><em>"You need this badly... Don't you?"</em><br><br>Allia could never admit to Damian what she needed, Being so close the Kari only a few hours ago and feeling what she did for their commander drove a need deeper than anything she could ever feel from Damian, but Damian fulfilled a void she knew she could never get from Kari.&nbsp; Her body yearned to have him inside her.&nbsp; Her insides quivered at the proximity of his body to hers.&nbsp; His fingers spreading her flower open caused more and more of her nectar to drip out on to his digits. <br><br>Feeling his finger slide inside brought a gasp to her throat, a moan slipped out shortly after as the manly roughness of his hard worked hands brushed against her.&nbsp; He knew her spot, he found it early the first time she opened herself up to him and he never forgot it's location.&nbsp; Her head leaned back against his shoulder as a smile spread across her face.&nbsp; A shiver ran through her body as he touched her in just the right way.<br><br>The abrupt switch in positions startled her out of the warm tingle covering her body.&nbsp; She smiled as he manhandled her long enough to spin her around and push her into the seat.&nbsp; She had expected him to take her from behind, something about being underneath a powerful alpha male drove her crazy.&nbsp; But she knew Damian would not leave her wanting for any pleasure or needs. The intensity of his kiss coarsed through her like particle energy slamming into her armor.&nbsp; His hands cherished every inch of her skin as he worked his way down to her hips.&nbsp; She loved the feel of his hands on her skin, and pulling her bodysuit down her legs and away from her body allowed the scent of her desire to permeate the cockpit.&nbsp; She slid her legs up on the arms of the command chair, opening herself up to him, watching closely as he pulled his pants down.<br><br>His manhood, as full and powerful as always reached out to touch her as his pants slipped off his legs. She ran her tongue across her lips as he moved over her, putting himself above her as his mouth explored her neck.&nbsp; Moving down her shoulder, across the crest of her breasts and down to her nipples.&nbsp; As his tongue brushed her sensitive red buttons she couldn't help to arch her back and moan, the touch of his hands adding to the sensation.&nbsp; It was all she could do to demand him to please her, to fill her, to fuck her like an animal.&nbsp; She bit her lips as another moan escaped her throat at the feel of his body pressed against her.&nbsp; She held her need, she knew Damian wanted to cherish enjoying her body, and she had to admit she didn't mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 22:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">She never had to utter a word to enchant, he had learned that a long time ago. Lieutenant Rowe was a passionate woman, evidenced by the way she spread herself for him and responded with the soft moans and groans that left her throat with that delectable, feminine tone. Neither of them were once to speak much when they explored one another, and those last taunting words from Damian marked the last of what he would voice. Nothing else needed to be said. He wasn't one for dirty talk most of the time, and teasing her had gone on long enough. He couldn't resist the prospect of preparing her so diligently, however. But, he would refrain. Both of them were hard up for more than just a single go, he knew her more than well enough to realize that on sight. As such, their first romp would be one to settle the blazing inferno into a comfortable campfire. He knew of plenty of ways to rouse those flames up again soon after...<br><br>His hands had come to rest upon her thighs as she seemed to eagerly put herself on display. The sight was a magnificent one, as always, and Damian possessed no shame when it came to the sexual. He let his strict eyes take in every detail of her form they could, free from embarrassment and surprisingly comfortable with her. His lips continued to stimulate the peaks of her chest for a few moments longer, before they abandoned that attack and proceeded further down. His knees bent and his ties were soon upon her nethers. Rough palms had settled on the inside of her legs, caressing the delightfully supple flesh. Thumbs soon trailed closer inward, tenderly latching onto either petal of her moist flower. He spread her eagerly, letting the brunt of his tongue assault her senses with long, fluid strokes. Her taste was as he remembered it; acquired and delicious. He did not pause for a moment, instead using her feedback to guide his efforts. And index finger lingered on the top of her slender slit, pulling at the flesh to reveal a throbbing little nub that soon received loving care from the tip of his flicking tongue.<br><br>When he could hold back no longer, he rose up again, gliding the attentions of his kisses up along her slender body until they reached her lips. One set of digits had slowly and passionately pierced her by that point, pushing deeply inside of her to make certain she did not grow lonely in the intervening moment. His fingers coated in her sweet nectar, he brought them along his steel shaft as an added aid, before planting the thick, bulbous head against her heated core. An intense groan slipped from the clanner as he sheathed himself with a hard, sudden thrust. At first, only his crown had pierced beyond her outer folds, but it only took a few thrusts to ease the entry and impale her on his full length and, perhaps more importantly, his thick girth. Hands would grip her body firmly, holding her in place on the chair as his hips slapped against her with ferocity. He was going to make sure the glanced request she had given him was met, and that she was going to get that hard, stress-relieving "fuck" she desired.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 17:07:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>Allia's body pulsed, need flowed through her like a river, a river that dripped out between her legs as Damian's engorged manhood brushed against her.&nbsp; The warm flesh brushing along her hot inner thighs mixed with Damian's lips and teeth gorged themselves on her full fleshy breasts.&nbsp; Her nipples strained at his touch, sending shocks of bliss along her skin.&nbsp; It was all she could do to keep from reaching out to his hips and pulling him into her, filling her.&nbsp; As Damian moved further down her body the rush of pleasure grew each time he grew closer to her waiting flower.&nbsp; His hands, rough from a life of hard work tantalized her inner thighs as he moved closer.&nbsp; His tongue plowed deep between her spread lips, her body gushed as moans of lust filled the small metal room.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved her hips as much as she could, her legs raised and curled over the arms of her chair, anything she could do to push his tongue further into her needy canal.&nbsp; Her body gyrated and twisted as his tongue worked her, a constantly growing concerto of moans, sighs and gasps overwhelmed her senses.&nbsp; Her head pressed hard against the back of the command couch, her hands softly massaging her full breast, pulling on her nipples with each lash of his tongue along her petals.&nbsp; Allia gasped loudly as Damian's tongue was replaced by two of his thick strong fingers, his mouth slowly working it's way back up towards her face.&nbsp; His fingers punctured her petals pushing deep inside, pressing her soft button.&nbsp; She received his kiss, returning it passionately, letting the heat pass into him as she savored the taste of her juices on his lips and tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>The thick pole intruded deep inside her canal, filling every inch of her.&nbsp; She caught her breath as the intensity of the thrust pushed a moan that bordered on a scream out of her mouth into his.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he started to slowly fuck her, pushing his thickness in and out of her, the sensation spread across her body like wildfire as her heart began to pound and her breathing grew more and more ragged with each thrust.&nbsp; She felt his hands holding her hips as she used the leverage to pulled herself up to him.&nbsp; Her legs wrapping around his hips as she buried his sword to it's hilt, her legs guiding his motion.&nbsp; Being completely filled by him was a sensation she has enjoyed since the first time.&nbsp; Never before had a lover filled her so completely in both depth and width.&nbsp; Her insides massaged every bit of him as she held herself close.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Feeling herself building more and more, she knew where she needed to be for his attention to be most effective.&nbsp; Dropping her legs, she let herself slide off of him enough for her to spin around in the chair so her hands were holding the back of the chair, and her head was pressed against the cushion of the command chair.&nbsp; Pushing her ass up into him, she slowly resheathed him until her cheeks pressed against his inner thighs and his rock hard member filled her again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 22:26:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian adored watching her every reaction to his ministrations, and subsequent entry. He had taken to a slow and steady rhythm at first, wanting them both to get used to one another again. It wasn't as if this was an occasion the clanner could savor often. But as her moist and velvet smooth folds adjusted their tension to his invading girth, the motions became smooth and fluent. With that, came all the opportunities he needed to give her the rough release she clearly desired. Hips began to slap together with greater ferocity, every impact accompanied by a masculine groan from the lust-filled male. His amber hues glided over her lovely silhouette, taking in the sets of digits that firmly molded her own twin peaks. There was something indescribably erotic about seeing her playfully pinch and tease her own nipples, which in turn continue to urge on his efforts; as if the electrifying sensations surging through his throbbing, thick shaft weren't cause enough.<br><br>With her legs around him, his hands tightened their hold on her by grabbing onto her thighs, steadying her as he began to abuse her entrance with powerful, pounding motions. His back straightened, though his mind cursed him from breaking the touch of her warm flesh. Those complaints were soon forgotten, however, as it was replaced by the bliss offered by the changed angle of his entry. His hips rolled smoothly, allowing his arcing length to slip along the top of her inner walls, while his hardened globes slapped against the bottom of her lips. His breathing had turned uneasy and ragged, his heart racing with the intensity. He was nowhere near fatigued, no, it was merely a sign of how excellent she proved herself to be yet again. The thought of seeking her out for this more often than he did crossed his mind, even as they hadn't even finished their current encounter. Those thoughts often made themselves known, a sign of loneliness he always ignored out of pride and stubbornness.<br><br>She surprised him by taking matters into her own hands when she decided a very different pose would prove much more enjoyable. As always, she proved correct. He quickly realized what she was doing the moment she shifted her body, and merely stayed still and erect, in more way than one. His shaft glistened with her nectar, the very apex oozing thin drops of lubrication as he forced himself to wait with inhuman patience, considering the circumstances. Once she was bent over her chair, she presented him with a very different sight from before, but just as delectably gorgeous and sexy. She found his shaft waiting and more than willing to pierce her yet again. Teasingly, he refused to move his hips, instead waiting for her to take him entirely. But, when he was sheathed fully, his hands gripped the perfect cheeks of her rump and he truly began to pound her hard. His hips ferried his shaft as hard as they could, each impact sending shockwaves through their bodies. Groans had turned to growls as he kept himself upright, hands slapping her rear at times with just the right power to add a sting, but no real pain.<br><br>He was almost there, she would know the signs, but she would also know it would take more than a single climax to keep the man sated for long, considering their earlier encounters. But, as always, he refused to surrender until he knew he had caused her to collapse into their chair with temporary satisfaction. And so, his rough and intense onslaught continued, the cockpit hot with their steaming forms and filled with the sounds of their joining, dripping wet genders.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 23:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br><br>Allia moaned, savoring every bit of Damian's fullness deep inside her.&nbsp; Muscles and nerves twitched and tingled all around it, massaging it like a thousand little fingers.&nbsp; What couldn't have been more than a few seconds of real time from when Allia pressed him into her to the time he started fucking her, seemed like an eternity as the pulses of pleasure tickled her body.<br><br>When his hips crashed against her ass and his shaft plowed deep into her already hypersensitive canal, it took her breath away as the sensation flashed through her like fire.&nbsp; The force of his thrusts turned her moans into cries of pain and pleasure.&nbsp; He knew what she liked and he knew how to give it to her.&nbsp; There were times she needed romance, and there were times where her animal needs were the only thing in the room.&nbsp; Damian took her animal need and magnified it twentyfold as he plowed into her again and again.&nbsp; Over and over he filled her violently.&nbsp; Her cries echoed through the small metal cabin as he pushed her harder and harder into the unyielding chair she was pressed against.&nbsp; She was running like a leaky faucet now, her sex filling the air, the slick wetness running down her legs as her hand reached back to stroke her folds.&nbsp; The feeling of him sliding back and forth inside her as her hand played with her erect clit pushed her over the edge.&nbsp; Her legs were growing weak with pleasure and he grew more and more solid with each push.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally unable to handle any more her body exploded.&nbsp; Her scream would have woken the dead had the door not been closed and locked.&nbsp; Her body stiffened, causing him to slam himself into a less pliable cushion.&nbsp; His tip pushed into her button and her body exploded with wave after wave of explicit energy.&nbsp; Tingles ran across her skin, pulsed with energy, like lightning streaking across her body. Her body tensed again as the ripples of another explosion coursed through her body, causing her to spray a small stream of sex in between hard thrusts.&nbsp; The ripples, pulses, and jolts wrenched her body in multiple directions, but being pinned between his pole and the hard seat there was little she could do but ride the lightning.&nbsp; It wasn't until she felt him surge inside her and the warmth fill her did her own explosion subside.&nbsp; Legs weak with strain, exhaustion and momentary release she collapsed, her knees holding her position on the chair as she hunched over, hanging from her arms against the chair back.&nbsp; Her chest heaving as her heart pumped threatening to burst from her chest.&nbsp; Her breathing ragged and fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 13:56:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He knew he had brought her to a considerable edge, the signs were all across her body. Her back had arc to show off the feminine curves of her body, while the musculature stiffened to accommodate the intense contractions she was likely feeling inside of her. His hands retained their iron grip on her pliant rump, even as every collision of their hips became filled with desperation. He felt her tighten around him as her climax reached its apex, the already narrow passageway to her womb hugging his shaft with increasing ferocity. She was going to milk him for all he was worth, and when his orgasm hit like a tidal wave, that was all the more obvious.<br>Stocked, harsh exhales heralded his peak, but his hips refused to stop their lustful motions. Even as his hard pole throbbed feverishly in an effort to expel as much of his white seed as it could, their bodies continued to join and separate. The rhythm had broken, however, and was now far more chaotic, and a matter of riding the high as long as possible. As the bliss began to dissipate, making way for tender satisfaction, he sheathed himself entirely to let her velvet embrace draw out what little he had left to give, at least for the next five minutes or so. He was nowhere near done with her.<br><br>His breathing was heavy, simply because of how his heartbeat accelerated from the potent orgasm. A few deep inhales forced it to calm down, however, and his iron grip had loosened to gentle caresses along her back and hips. He did not leave her, though, not yet.<br><strong>"Hm... Needed that more than I thought I did,"</strong> he commented, forced to admit yet again that he couldn't remember the last time a woman was able to pleasure him like the young lieutenant.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 20:52:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>It wasn't the first time that Damian had filled her with his seed, it likely wouldn't be the last but the feeling of him swelling inside her and filling her with his warm liquid made her moan.&nbsp; He kept pounding himself into her tight canal, his movement slowing as she hung limp from the back of her chair, her round ass high in the air, accepting Damian's homage. <br><br>When he pushed into herfor the last time and held it inside her she moaned again.&nbsp; Her insides quivered around him, milking whatever she could from his thick pipe.&nbsp; His vice-like grip on her hips released as she heard him breathing deeply trying to bring his heart back down to a normal beat. <br><br><em>"Hm... Needed that more than I thought I did,"</em><br><br>She sighed with a smile on her face as she slowly began to pull herself forward, letting him slip slowly out from between her legs.&nbsp; Her hand reached back and lightly caught his slowly softening pole.&nbsp; She held it up as her body spun around, sitting on the edge of the cool metal chair.&nbsp; Her face moved closer to his hips that were perfectly situated for her height.&nbsp; Her mouth opened as she slowly slid him inside her mouth.&nbsp; The warmth and wetness filled her nostrils along with the sharp sweet smell of her own body mixed with his seed.&nbsp; Her mouth closed around him, the warm soft skin tasted salty on her tongue as it gradually prowled over him while she swallowed his softening fullness. Her other hand slipped between her legs.&nbsp; Sliding two fingers inside her, she pulled her hand back covered with thick milky fluid.&nbsp; She pulled back her head, letting him slowly slide out of her mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue traced the full edge of his thick head as it passed between her full moist lips.&nbsp; Her hand covered in gooey fluid slipped into her mouth, her lips wrapped around the fingers as she pulled them slowly out, leaving the salty blob in her mouth. <br><br>As her fingers left her mouth she pulled him back into her mouth, her tongue licking every soft inch from the base to the tip.&nbsp; She savored the aroma of their bodies mingled together, she felt her swollen lips begin to pulse with new found anticipation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 14:33:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">His breathing leveled out rather quickly, his hands leaving her form and hanging on either side of him rather limply from the sudden expenditure of energy. His amber hues continued to linger upon her lovely body as she turned around, her nimble digits holding onto his softening shaft. He felt numb, which caused her initial ministrations - the strokes of her hand - to leave little in the way of an impression. The sight of her, still filled with need, however, elicited a greater response. He exhaled slowly, his eyes slipping shut the moment her lips closed around the far less robust bulb of his pole. A low groan ebbed from his throat, his tiers staying shut to prevent it from reaching the open air proper. Instinctively, his hands moved to urge her on. One palm descended itself onto her shoulder, while the other cupped her cheek and ran its fingers up through her long locks.<br><br>By the time her seed-filled mouth sheathed his shaft once again, it had begun to harden. His pulse quickened and the numb sensations of his previous peak ebbed away to make way for another round that promised just as much pleasure. Every pound in his chest translated into an upward throb of his phallus. Before long, it stood as hard as it had before, eager to receive more from the able tongue that was drawing out a quiver or two from the clanner.<br><strong>"Hmmm..."</strong> retaining the air of silence between them created further intimacy, which he was enjoying in full. His fingers curled inward, grabbing her strands roughly. He realized she wasn't after a tender, romantic rump, but one of lust and passion. His grip tightened further, as he subtly guided her to take in more and more of him. His hips began to move, slowly at first, as they searched for the rhythm the beautiful lieutenant was using. As expected, and as he remembered, she was good; really good.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 20:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>Allia felt Damian's hand cup the back of her head and start to guide her motion.&nbsp; She moaned in excitement and pleasure as he began to harden inside her mouth.&nbsp; The feeling of him going from soft to rock hard between her lips and inside her mouth was a feeling she never got tired of.&nbsp; As his hips began to thrust she worked herself further and further down his shaft until her nose was pressed against his belly.&nbsp; Her mouth opened slightly allowing his thickness to slip slowly into the back of her throat.&nbsp; She held herself in that position, letting him push in and out of her mouth, her tongue tracing the soft line on the bottom while her lips caressed his soft skin.<br><br>The nice thing about a history with Damian, was Allia knew how he reacted to certain things and how he responded to her.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if it was simply him, her or something strange about his Clan DNA, but she enjoyed the fact that he was always very quick to arouse.&nbsp; She knew how far she could push him before he'd lose control.&nbsp; She knew how to keep him on the verge of insanity and keep him going.&nbsp; Her ears and her senses kept track of how he reacted to certain things she did; the throbbing of his cock, the tension in his muscles, the sounds coming from his throat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She let him fuck her face at whatever level of speed and power he wanted, she knew she was in control and was ready for anything he could do.<br><br>Gauging the rhythm of his breathing and the way his hips moved and held themselves as he began to swell more and more in her mouth she knew it was time to hold him on the edge.&nbsp; She waited one long moment and then pulled herself from his swollen sex.&nbsp; "Mmmmmmm....yeah!!&nbsp; I love that!&nbsp; She said as his head cleared her lips followed by a long stream of thick saliva that had built up in the back of her throat.&nbsp; She caught the largest bit of the saliva in her hand as she stood in front of the command chair.&nbsp; "Sit down!"&nbsp; She said with a&nbsp; gleam in her eye and a grin on her face.&nbsp; Her hand sliding between her legs, spreading the thick blob of saliva along the insides of her ass cheeks.&nbsp; She waited till he was seated before she bent over his attentive pole.&nbsp; Pushing more saliva out between her lips, she placed the wet blob on the tip of his pole, rubbing the moisture over the swollen tip.&nbsp; <br><br>Climbing up on the chair, she put her feet on either side of Damian's hips, grabbing the back of the chair.&nbsp; Grabbing his throbbing meat, she slowly lowered herself onto Damian, letting his thick moist tip slowly spread her tight puckered asshole.&nbsp; Allia groaned with delight, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes closed as Damian filled her hole.&nbsp; She slide down him until her cheeks rested on his hips, his fullness filling her from behind.&nbsp; Holding the back of the chair with both hands now, she stared down into Damian's eyes as she started to pull herself up on him.&nbsp; The up and down motion pulled and pushed her insides sending a multitude of sensations to her mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 01:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian sometimes wondered where she had learned half the skill she had, but he generally preferred to just see her as a natural in certain fields. One of those was undoubtedly piloting a 'Mech, the other seemed to be finding exactly which buttons to press to make a man go mad. That was the case, but he was never easy to control. As she took him beyond her soft, cherry tiers, the now thick apex of his shaft collided with the back of her throat. He did not have an affinity for taking things too far, so he immediately reduced the thrusting to the minimum. Gagging sounds were not something he enjoyed. He greatly preferred a delicate, feminine purr, as that said far more. His fingers laced her long strands, his grip like iron now as she had brought him back to peak solidity. It brought a deep groan forth from the man and he felt his legs growing a little weaker.<br><br>Damian was not one for the dynamics of dominance and submission in bed, usually, he simply did what felt good for both parties involved and expected the other to do the same. But, with Allia, it was always a little... different. He knew her limits just as she did his, and by then she more than knew how to get him to do exactly what she wanted. And he gladly did so. More so than most of the ever-changing company, he trusted her. Along with Kari, he would entrust his life to her expertise and that was something a proud clanner never did easily, even among their own. Giving up all resistance and barriers set him free, if only for a moment, and the primary reason he found such relief and satisfaction with the eager lieutenant was simply because he could let go. He kept the pace steady until he knew she was ready. She was reveling in the control, he could see it in her eyes whenever she opened them. He enjoyed watching the gears in her mind turn until an idea built that was bound to bring him to yet another exhausting peak.<br><br>As usual, he was completely correct.<br><br><strong>"You are lucky we are in your 'Mech, lieutenant, or I would remind you I pay the bills and I give the orders,"</strong> he responded, despite doing as he was told and taking a seat in her pivoted pilot seat. His shaft was rock-solid, perhaps more so than during their first bout of the day, and the prospect of having her dripping lips wrap around its full girth caused it to throb. But, she had an even greater treat in mind. The mushroom head of his length was quickly covered in the necessary lubrication; there was no point for pain to have anything to do with their moment, after all. It caused his eyes to narrow to slits and the back of his head to rest against the comfortable fabrics of the seat. He could definitely get used to being spoiled so, but it did distract him from her raising herself and sheathing him inside of her deliciously tight rear with a ferocity he admired in her.<br><br>It brought a groan from his throat that took on something raw and powerful. His hands gripped her hips to feel the shifting of her feminine silhouette with every motion of her body. His eyes had shot open at the sensation, the lubrication fortunately making sure the damage from the initial friction was going to be negligible.<br><strong>"Hhgr-... Fuck,"</strong> he cursed, something highly irregular for the clanner and something only Allia had heard in recent memory.<br>He took in the sight of the stunning MechWarrior, sliding herself up and down along his erect pole, her innards massaging it with a vice unlike any other. Fortunately, Damian had plenty of mental tricks to keep him lasting through an onslaught like that, and he was not about to be outdone.<br><br>He decided to leave the rhythmic motions to the young beauty, instead using the opportunity to explore features he felt he had been neglecting. Rough fingers trailed up along her body, paying close attention to every sumptuous curve until they reached her chest. He leaned forward at the same time, his lips grasping the bottom of her chin and leaving a slither of kisses and licks along her neck and throat. His hands firmly molded her chest, one of the limbs reluctantly departing when her stability, perched over him like she was, became compromised. That strong limb wrapped itself around her waist, giving her a safety belt that would let her go as crazy as she wanted to, without fear of falling.<br><strong>"Harder... Much harder,"</strong> he urged - ordered even.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 23:35:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br><em>"Hhgr-... Fuck!"</em><br><br>Allia moved slowly, she wanted every meaty inch of him and she relished the feeling of him moving inside of her.&nbsp; She smiled as she watched him react to her pushing him deep inside her ass.&nbsp; She knew her tight hole was wrapped around him like lips sucking through as straw, and she could only imagine how it felt to him pulling and pushing so slowly.&nbsp; The look on his face and the way he grabbed her hips told her everything she needed to know about how it felt deep inside.&nbsp; Finally happy that they were both getting the maximum amount of pleasure out of this, Allia smiled.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she arched her back, letting the angle change the way he felt inside her.&nbsp; She motioned her hips around in ways the slightly changed how he was positioned inside her, and each changed the feeling of lust rushing through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling his hands exploring her body added to the energy.&nbsp; When she had been on her back or bent over underneath him, it left little room for him to explore her tingling skin.&nbsp; But now it was super sensitive and his hands felt amazing running along the lines of her body.&nbsp; As his hands moved up to her breasts, her nipples strained, her chest muscles pulled back making her breasts stand more pert and full.&nbsp; As he cupped her breasts and massaged the soft padding inside them, she shifted her body again to allow him better access.&nbsp; His mouth kissing down her neck and throat to the tops of her breasts brought a deep sigh from her as she yearned for his mouth on her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>" ........Harder... Much harder,"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The order made her grin.&nbsp; He didn't usually like to order her around any more than she liked to order him.&nbsp; They were compatible and equal when it came to how they drove the moment and the momentum of their sex.&nbsp; It was hard to believe two people who's only real connection was friendship and sex could move so well together without any type of love or emotion to complicate the game.&nbsp; She heard his words and felt his arm wrap around her waist as a safety belt.&nbsp; She leaned into him, giving her arms the leverage they needed to meet his demands, taking the strain off her legs.&nbsp; Her breasts now a mere inch from his face, she pulled herself up and down.&nbsp; Her cheeks slamming against his waist as she drove him deep into her harder and deeper with every move.&nbsp; Her cries filled the small cockpit again as his thickness spread her over and over and over with only the remorse that she decided to give, and she wasn't willing to show him one bit of weakness.&nbsp; She threw her head back, her hair flying in every direction as she drove him again and again inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>The wonderful thing about this assault on Damian, was regardless of how horny or aroused she became, her reaching orgasm in this state was unlikely unless she wanted it to happen.&nbsp; It was all on Damian to decide when he couldn't handle any more.&nbsp; The thought made Allia smile as she realized that Damian's personality would keep him from giving in until it was physically impossible to resist.&nbsp; She could feel her juices flowing again between her legs as he plunged deep into her over and over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 20:11:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Variety was the spice of life, and it seemed Damian was not the only one aware of that. Even as she rode him like a wild, untameable warrior woman, he shifted his hips and angle of ascent to change the way their hips collided. She did much the same, and it was driving him mad. It took everything he had to not release almost immediately, but he refused to let a rare moment so enjoyable just slip by without trying to squeeze every drip of bliss from it he possibly could. His efforts renewed, he held her steady to him, adoring the sensations she was offering him whenever she arched her back in one direction or another, or began to grind her hips, as it changed the way she felt -wrapped around him - every time. Rough palms slapped her perfectly round cheeks, making it almost possible to feel the vibrations the act caused.<br><br>His scouting lips redoubled their ministrations, applying a firmer suction whenever he heard the sounds of approval pierce her throat. The vice grip of his arm remained like steel, forcing her to follow through with her motions and continue to grant him the access to her luscious body he so evidently desired. His free hand had risen to her neck again, attempting to mold kinks from her and keep her flexible and limber. The seal he had on her nipples broke every odd collision of their forms, prompting him to release an intense, masculine groan. Pre-release continued to ooze from the tip of his shaft, adding further lubrication to a rear passage that was bound to be quite sore otherwise, but it also granted him a smoother pleasure that was not going to have him wince when putting on his trousers after their little session was over.<br><br>It was true, an orgasm could elude the lovely warrior for as long as she wanted it to; provided Damian remained an obedient clanner and kept his hands largely to himself. However, he knew her well, and that knowledge was mutual, and he knew she was not going to object to what he had in mind. His hand freed itself from her mounds, while his tiers rose to meet her neck. Teeth grazed the flesh, hoping to send slivers of pain along her spine, while nimble fingers began to descend. It was chaotic between them, as their sexes collided with tremendous force, and yet his palm effortlessly found the slit he had pierced only moments earlier. The folds were as supple and luxurious as before, and he wasted no time in spreading them, and bringing his index finger forth. The digit began to torment a hooded nub, hoping to bring her to the very edge where he was already dangerously balancing. He was not going to make the leap until he could hold her and fall over together. Before long, his middle finger inserted itself within her, teasing a rough patch of skin that had received similar attention from the tongue that was now preying upon her jawline.<br><br>Some days, he missed having a lover in his life. But he highly doubted he would ever be ready for something like that again.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 22:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>Allia relished the feeling of Damian inside her, filling her, teasing her inner sanctum.&nbsp; Her hips drove forward and back, up and down as she lavished herself with him.&nbsp; Her body tingled with the savage frontal assault by his mouth and hands.&nbsp; His lips fired electricity like PPC's through her body as they sucked on her straining, erect nipples.&nbsp; Her motions were slow and deliberate, not wanting to bring either of them up too fast, although the anticipation was building fast enough as it was and wouldn't last much longer.&nbsp; <br><br>When his hands slid across the bud of her flower, the intensity of their action grew exponentially.&nbsp; Her body jumped slightly, the sensitivity of her petals so full and engorged with desire made any motion a powerful rush against her control.&nbsp; She knew there was only so much she could take anally without an orgasm.&nbsp; She'd always been different in the respect that she could actually reach that point in this position, but Damian had been the one to first drive her to a full blown experience. <br><br>Allia groaned, the growl of a hungry beast, as his finger slipped inside her.&nbsp; He brushed the spot he knew so well with her and her body shivered as her body was now being tormented in with a frontal and rear assault.&nbsp; There was little she could do at this point as the delicate balance they had both been teetering on fell towards release.&nbsp; Wetness drenched his intruding fingers as her body tensed around his thickness.&nbsp; The fullness of how he filled her now fully apparent as she tightened around him and he started to swell, she held on tight as her body broke into a chaotic thrash of gasping, groaning, an writhing against Damian's body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 21:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Allia was obviously an erotic sight to behold. She was beautiful, youthful, passionate and fiery; things that were always alluring about a woman on such a basic, instinctual level. But there was still something more to her, an edge that easily made her the most powerful lover he had ever had. His fingers assaulted her without mercy, slipping into her womanhood as its petals were forced to grind against his pelvis with every downward collision of their hips. Curling inward, they easily tracked down the rough patch of skin that he knew would only spur her on more. He wanted to ravage her until all the pent-up stress within her had ebbed away. He only hoped he could last. Feeling her tight rear grip the full length of his shaft so completely was driving him mad. She was milking him for all he was worth and he adored her for it. His groans had reached an intensity that had them reach the tonality of a deep growl.<br><br>His grasp on her body grew tighter as he felt himself reach his peak, barely a thrust after she had hers. Her juices coated his fingers and he could feel her contractions. He refused to surrender the fight, holding his breath for as long as he could while proceeding with his offensive. The sound of slapping flesh continued to permeate the cockpit. When he could hold back no longer, a final thrust was given to sheath himself from apex to hilt as deeply into the tightness of the lieutenant as he could. His head tilted back and his eyes focused on the cockpit ceiling above. Every muscle in his body tightened as his manhood throbbed, spilling its release into her perfect, perked rump. When the orgasm finally passed, all he could do was settle into the seat, his chest heaving with the labored breathing of a man that was now well and truly spent.<br><br>Silence reigned for a few moments, his embrace having lessened to allow her to dismount if she wanted to, but he would not lie, it still felt wonderful to bathe in her warmth so intimately. <strong>"You needed that... Did you not?"</strong> he questioned, though it had been quite obvious he had as well.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - "Downtime" Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 20:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___lightning_pin_up____by_vincentxyooj-d57yr3c_zps75e2c067.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian</strong><br><br>As Allia's body started to slow from her crazed, well needed orgasm, she felt Damian's full thickness push against her insides.&nbsp; Her thrashing had forced her body to move away from pounding him into her and more towards her hips writhing around his solid pole buried inside her.&nbsp; She felt him tense up, his body like stone, his shaft like steel as he pushed one last time into her, burying himself so deep inside her she gasped.&nbsp; The explosion that spread warmth across her insides only served to set her off again as his hand clenched against her spot.&nbsp; Her body too, clenched into a stone statue as her whole body fought to keep the orgasm from tearing both of them apart.&nbsp; <br><br>Two earth shattering orgasms in the frame of a few seconds was more than her body could handle.&nbsp; She collapsed onto his muscular soft chest, her heart pounding inside her chest, threatening to break out.&nbsp; She could feel his heart also racing in time with hers as she felt her inside muscles lightly milk his still hard shaft for every bit of juice.&nbsp; <br><br>Allia's body tingled, a wash of numb pleasure still pulsing through her skin as she hung limply to Damian sitting back in her command chair.&nbsp; Some would think the feeling of his slowly softening shaft and his warm slick juice sliding towards her well pounded hole would seem gross, Allia savored the feeling as something rare that only she and Damian could share.&nbsp; <br><br><em> "You needed that... Did you not?" </em>&nbsp; She smiled when she heard the question.&nbsp; He knew he didn't have to ask, he knew her well enough to know what she needed and what she wanted.&nbsp; It was probably the closest she'd ever been to having a dedicated lover and it was nice not needing to worry about the complications that usually came with these things.&nbsp; There was only one who she wanted to be with completely, and that would never happen, so Damian was a safe haven.&nbsp; Looking up into Damian's hard face and the soft green eyes that looked down at him.&nbsp; Her smile wide with a slight curl to the edges should have been more than enough to tell him exactly what he wanted to know.
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