Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 & Rozel)
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				Title: <strong>Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 18:11:04</strong>
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				The Planet's name is Mannan. It is a lush get away world, where people go to escape for a few days or a few years. It is as much a tropical resort as it is a singles paradise. Its also the perfect place to hide.<br><br>Moblees Space Port holds as much seedy action as Mos Eisley, only its more hidden, you have to actually know what you are looking for to find it. For a young mercenary, on the run from the Empire, its the perfect place to hide. Thats why Kale Vaan Olwen (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.imfdb.org/images/d/d3/My-own-worst-enemy-christian-slater-with-gun.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.imfdb.org/index.php/My_Own_Worst_Enemy&amp;usg=__-y6GS69lQus-4MXQZ27mJiO5AZg=&amp;h=269&amp;w=359&amp;sz=35&amp;hl=en&amp;start=22&amp;zoom=1&amp;tbnid=fALKpKoQ2G3F2M:&amp;tbnh=130&amp;tbnw=151&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristian%2Bslater%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1020%26bih%3D562%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;itbs=1&amp;iact=rc&amp;dur=280&amp;ei=pE7ITIvbLpC8sQO7zqXQDw&amp;oei=n07ITJG4BsKBlAfRm9H3Ag&amp;esq=2&amp;page=2&amp;ndsp=20&amp;ved=1t:429,r:4,s:22&amp;tx=79&amp;ty=59) is here. Vaan is a former Emperial Special Operations officer, who learned something he shouldn't have. He was courtmartialed in abstentia, and sentenced to death. Lucky for him he was no where near that courtmartial. Now he has a bounty on his head, and he lives as a Mercenary, selling his services as a soldier of fortune to any willing to pay. With his is his faithful protocol droid, C3-MP. EmPe, as Van calles him, is not a typical humanoid protocol droid, but a hovering black football shaped droid which speaks as much as it is spoken to.<br><br>Vaan is incogneto, hoping for a few spare moments of peace and relaxation. Currently he is sippong a drink in the lounge area of his hotel. He isn't realy trying to attract any attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 20:05:16</strong>
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				Lace Sylwyn (http://i27.tinypic.com/rw2peh.jpg) checked over her shoulder as she exited the small craft. She couldn't detect anyone out of the ordinary. Her last contract had gone off with only a slight glitch. She hated when bonuses got into the way. She did the job, and got out of there. She didn't take sides. It wasn't her style. The money, however -was- her style. Some days she felt like nothing more than a glorified hit-man of old, but she shrugged it of. Her face void of emotions. It came with the territory. A place to lay low for a bit, then off to the next hired job.<br><br>She thought about her background as she walked, her father being the same as her, she learned all she knew from him. Her weapons of choice more silent than that of most guns. A kind of small hand held dart gun, it packed a powerful and lethal punch as the dart sailed through the air toward its victim, a light whooshing noise its only detection. Looking around at the lush vegetation, she made her way to the retreat type hotel she would be staying at. The man at the desk offering that their lounge was a great place to relax, she nodded, having heard it all before. The card like key she placed in her soft workable leather pants pocked and swung her pack over her shoulder once more. As she passed the open lounge doors, she gave it a second thought and turned to make her way up to the bar. <br><br>Stepping up she orders a well know drink from her fathers home-planet. Medronho. She said. If the establishment had any kind of class, they would know what the drink was and that it was best served chilled. Turning from the bar, she sat at a cluster of low setting plush chairs around an equally low table. She crossed her legs at the knee and awaited for her drink to be delivered. She was in need of relaxing. Her pack she set next to her in the low backed over-sized chair that could sit two of her comfortably and wondered with heavy lids what kind of excitement would await her here. So far she was in the clear... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 14:49:05</strong>
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				Vaan noticed the beautiful woman strolling in, but did nothing at first. He waited and watched. He noted the drink that she ordered, which was prepared perfectly. He noted the the way she brushed aside potential suitors. He watched the way she sat, the way she held herself, everything about her. Vaanwas a very observant fellow, even without his bionic eyes, though since having his flesh replaced by machine eyes he could see more now than before. He could see subtle changes and variations in heat, watch her pulse rise and fall, take note of how her pupils dialted, etc. The eyes were a perfect match for his own, one would have to know what to look for to spot them, and almost no one knew.<br><br>Finally after watching her for a while, getting a feel for her, he approached her. "Its funny, a pretty lady like you here at a singles resort, and you don't seem interested in anything on the market. Perhaps you have deffinant tastes? You know if you really want to be left alone, you should let me join you. See that way the others think you've finally found someone your actually interested in and they stop buzzing around."<br><br>He sipped his whiskey, eyeing her casually, as if he wasn't really interested in her. "You'd help me out too. I need a bit of cover, and I'm not really interested in the market either. So you see we would be helping each other. I'm Vaan, by the way. You don't have to tell me your name. Mind if I sit?" He sipped his drink again, watching her intently but with feigned disinterest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 20:01:06</strong>
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				As she sat, she felt eyes upon her. Occasionally a man stopped and said something to her, but she paid them little attention. Most looks she gave them was..<em> ...Next</em>. She had known that when she chose to stay here that this would possibly happen. It was just a tad of annoyance one had to pay in order to hopefully keep hidden.&nbsp; She sighed lightly as her drink finally arrived. The drink was perfectly made, which made up for taken ages to get to her. Sinking further back into the chair, she was about to take a drink when another man stopped before her. It wasn't your typical pick-up line, so she listened some-what amused.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed in thought as he spoke. <em><strong>Hmm.. and you think that you would... be the swatter to these... pests?</strong></em> As she spoke, she also waved about a hand lightly, emphasizing her words. She looked him over a moment. There was something about the look of him, so she waved a hand for him to sit. <em><strong>A cover you say?</strong></em> She nodded her head to the side, not convinced. <em>This should be good,</em> she said under her breath, a raised brow before she sipped from the glass, then looked back to the man. <em><strong>So tell me... Mr.. Vaan... what are you in need of a cover from?</strong></em> Her question was said with a smart-assed smirk. So many men pretended to be much more than they really were these days. She knew what she did as a living, but she was not one to go around bragging about it. <em>Would this one be the same?</em> She thought.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 20:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3832480#msg3832480">Quote from: Rozel on 29-10-2010, 20:01:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>Hmm.. and you think that you would... be the swatter to these... pests?</strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>He smirks over his drink glass. "Yes, I can. I am trained to get rid of pests. Besides, I have your attention, and none have bothered you since I walked over. Hence, I have already fulfilled my promise."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3832480#msg3832480">Quote from: Rozel on 29-10-2010, 20:01:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As she spoke, she also waved about a hand lightly, emphasizing her words. She looked him over a moment. There was something about the look of him, so she waved a hand for him to sit. <em><strong>A cover you say?</strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>Vaan sits, comfortable in his own skin and anywhere he sits. He seems to be both nonchalaunt and intense at once, a true oxymoron sitting in front of her in a black t-shirt, denhim breeches, and a dark blue coat that extends to the tops of his thighs. Anything at all could be concealed beneath that coat. At length he answered her query, "Well you know, with all the angry jealous boyfriends and husbands who want to stab me with a vibroblade for taking advantage of their girlfriends and wives...yes some cover would be appreciated."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3832480#msg3832480">Quote from: Rozel on 29-10-2010, 20:01:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She nodded her head to the side, not convinced. <em>This should be good,</em> she said under her breath, a raised brow before she sipped from the glass, then looked back to the man. <em><strong>So tell me... Mr.. Vaan... what are you in need of a cover from?</strong></em> Her question was said with a smart-assed smirk. So many men pretended to be much more than they really were these days. She knew what she did as a living, but she was not one to go around bragging about it. <em>Would this one be the same?</em> She thought.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She must have sensed his untruthfulness. He sat back in his chair, again seeming almost to comfortable with his surroundings. He thought things through, deciding she would never believe the truth anyway, "Alright then, I'm an ex-imperail intelligence opperative. I've been disavowed and now there is a bounty on my head. I am here dodging the bounty hunters and imperial troops. What do you think of that?" He smiled across at her. He knew she would never believe it, so what reason did he have to lie? He watched her, watching for the subtle changes in heat, pheromone, etc to try and discern what she is thinking, or at least what her body thinks she is thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 14:55:50</strong>
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				She feinted a smile. <em><strong>Touché.</strong></em> She said simply when he talked about his promise fulfilled. She then sipped from her glass trying hard not to register any interest. But if closely watched, her glances would say otherwise, even though they were quick and infrequent. As he spoke she raised an eyebrow again.<em><strong> A ladies man, are you? </strong></em>She asked, wondering at his complete self-confidence. She couldn't deny that the more he spoke, the more interesting he became. So far he had been anything but the expected..In the means of pick-up lines. <br><br>When he seemed to change to the 'truth' she had taken a sip from her glass again and almost spewed it all over. Instead, she controlled it to a choking laugh that burned her throat. Taking a moment to calm herself she smiled to him. <em><strong>Well, I have to say I wasn't expecting that. </strong></em>She said this in a tone that was contrary to her words. She chuckled again then reached forward with her hand outstretched. <em><strong>Ok, you have my interest peeked. The name is Lace</strong></em>. She awaited his own hand for the formalities of introduction.<br><br><em><strong>I am here on business myself. But not half as glamorous as your... explanation. While this place is great for singles, I am more interested in the plants and .. things. Biology is my nature. A boring and dull girl I am.</strong></em> She led this on in a means to disinterest him, but secretly, she could feel there was more about him which only made her more interested. <em>Damn curiosity to hell</em>, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 14:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3845702#msg3845702">Quote from: Rozel on 02-11-2010, 14:55:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She feinted a smile. <em><strong>Touché.</strong></em> She said simply when he talked about his promise fulfilled. She then sipped from her glass trying hard not to register any interest. But if closely watched, her glances would say otherwise, even though they were quick and infrequent. As he spoke she raised an eyebrow again.<em><strong> A ladies man, are you? </strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He smiles over his glass. "No, not really."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3845702#msg3845702">Quote from: Rozel on 02-11-2010, 14:55:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When he seemed to change to the 'truth' she had taken a sip from her glass again and almost spewed it all over. Instead, she controlled it to a choking laugh that burned her throat. Taking a moment to calm herself she smiled to him. <em><strong>Well, I have to say I wasn't expecting that. </strong></em>She said this in a tone that was contrary to her words. She chuckled again then reached forward with her hand outstretched. <em><strong>Ok, you have my interest peeked. The name is Lace</strong></em>. She awaited his own hand for the formalities of introduction.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"A pretty name for a pretty lady." He took he rhand and shook it. It was warm and strong, but still dainty somehow. Her nails were perfect and her skin was soft. He was impressed by her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3845702#msg3845702">Quote from: Rozel on 02-11-2010, 14:55:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>I am here on business myself. But not half as glamorous as your... explanation. While this place is great for singles, I am more interested in the plants and .. things. Biology is my nature. A boring and dull girl I am.</strong></em> She led this on in a means to disinterest him, but secretly, she could feel there was more about him which only made her more interested. <em>Damn curiosity to hell</em>, she thought.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vaan's eyes focused and refocused as he watched her body temperature rise slightly. It was a good sign, in his opinion, it meant she was relaxed and at least a little attracted to him. He sensed her hesitancy when she talked about herself. He found this interesting, thinking perhaps she wasn't being completely truthful. He choose not to call her on that immediately, instead he took what she said at face value. It gave him an openeing, in fact, that he could exploit. "<em>Biology</em>? So you've come to a singles resort to study biology? Like anatomy? Playing doctor?"<br><br>He smirked at his own half veiled double entrende'. He wanted to kiss her, but he also wanted to run. He had just told her something he shouldn't have told anyone, something that could get him killed. He watched her carefully. She didn't seem to exactly believe him, which was good. "Perhaps we should stick together then? You can show me some plants and I can keep the pests away. I am sure I can learn something about biology from you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 01:45:10</strong>
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				She was surprised by his reply to her ladies man question. At first she thought that arrogance would be such a completion to the package before her. But she flushed, as he took her hand and shook it. Not at the thought that his hand seemed warm to her, but at her coldness towards someone that was so obviously trying to at least make conversation. His compliment to her name further made her a tad ashamed of herself.<br><br>She laughed at his question of Biology, then shook her head lightly. <em><strong>You never know... It could be possible.</strong></em> She laughed again, but lightly. Taking a sip from her glass she relaxed settling back in her chair more. <em><strong>Naw.. I am more interested in animal life.. plants, that kind of thing. See, with them, I don't have to worry about people trying to hit on me. Only have to sneak in and out of my room, avoiding all human contact as best as possible.</strong></em> In a way what she said was true, not on the being hit on part, but the avoiding part. No relationship she had ever had could sustain the dangers she encountered frequently.<br><br><em><strong>Oh,... I don't know....Plants around these here parts, animals too.. Could be dangerous work.</strong></em> She smirked at him, in hopes to shoosh him away. She knew that if he insisted, her story would unravel rather quickly. She didn't even have anything in her bag that would remotely resemble anything to corroborate her story. Sipping the last from her glass she smiled, set the glass down, swung the bag over her shoulder. <em><strong>I tell you what.. you find me by tomorrow, then we will try this 'sticking together', as you call it.</strong></em> With that she made her way out of the lounge. She grinned to herself as she did so because if he was truly interested, he would make the effort.. and in all actuality she hoped he stopped her before she reached the elevators. She suddenly felt playful. Perhaps this 'singles resort' wouldn't be so bad after-all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 21:06:17</strong>
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				He downed his whiskey in one gulp, leaving a tip for the waitstaff as he followed. He realized she was playing things a bit coy, but that she was indeed interested in continueing to talk to him, and perhaps in a more private setting. She was several steps ahead of him and waiting for the elevator.<br><br>The elevator dinged and if she is looking she sees and Ithoran (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://swg.stratics.com/content/gameplay/jtl/images/ithorian_creation.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://swg.stratics.com/content/gameplay/jtl/&amp;h=480&amp;w=640&amp;sz=61&amp;tbnid=NnQvyn8DbbsKBM:&amp;tbnh=103&amp;tbnw=137&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DIthorian&amp;zoom=1&amp;q=Ithorian&amp;usg=__Od-g48Vwx6FRDo2OOKUjob79ivc=&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=ylbYTPvsAYH58Aa749XIBg&amp;ved=0CC8Q9QEwBQ) bounty hunter she has run into more than once over her career. He is a particularly vicious fellow, one who perfers to torture those he brings in alive.<br><br>He speaks in a thrumbing and drumming, unable to speak human, but perfectly understandable in his own language. As he speaks he raises his hand, producing a blaster. He is pointing it behind her not at her and seems to be focused behind her as well. "Olwen, I found you! Now I can collect on you."<br><br>Behind her Vaan has drawn a holdout blaster, a tiny weapon able to fit in the palm of your hand, and is about to roll out of the way. She has a split second to act based on what she sees, or does not see. She does not know yet that it is Vaan behind her, but can easily turn to assertain this if she chooses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 15:01:25</strong>
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				Her instincts take over as she sees the man in the elevator, had her attentions been more acute rather than her mind been distracted, pleasantly, but still distracted she would have had time to pull out her own weapon. Her reflexes toss her behind a plant and solid stand. The words spoken sink in. <em>Olwen?</em>She sits for a second, her shield hardly that of a protective barrier, her heart racing as the adrenaline kicks in. <br><br>Peaking around the stand, she watches as the bounty hunter advances past her toward another target. How had Ithoran not recognized her, she is uncertain. She watches Ithoran as he walks and she is mentally surveying the situation. From her situated spot, she could easily take him out. Her hand goes to her outer thigh, her weapon secured in her hand. His neck is exposed... She searches out some kind of movement or look from Vaan to confirm what needs doing. <em>To kill or not to kill.</em> The question floods her eyes as she looks toward him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 20:08:07</strong>
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				Vaan ducked as the Ithorian fired at him. The shot went wide, scortching the wall behind him. An alarm began to sound at the firing of the weapon indoors. It would draw security soon enough, but there would be a lag. Vaan had no choice but to defend himself. He saw Lace out the corner of his eye, her look was odd and there was something on her thigh, like a holster. He did not have time to examine, he had to focus on the bounty hunter or end up dead.<br><br>He closed in on the Ithorian bounty hunter, grabbing his wrist and pushing up just in time as the blaster fired into the ceiling. He pushed the small pistol back up his sleeve as he reached down to his boot and drew out a vibro-knife. The Ithorian saw this and caught Vaan wrist, turning it viciously and a clearly audible popping accompanied the bone's breaking. Vaan let out a muffled groan and the Ithorian overpowered him, bringing the butt of his pistol down hard on Vaan's face. Vaan fell to the ground and he saw Lace's face as the proverbial lights began to dim and conscienceness began to fade.<br><br>The Ithorian reached down and caught him by the neck, laughing in the thombing way Ithorians did. "The great Kale Vaan Olwen. Your suppose to be some kind of badass, but you went down easy. Just goes to show how a reputation don't mean nothing when you got a good blaster at your side." Vaan's eyes were rolling back, but he remained defiant, spitting in the Ithorian's hammer shaped face. "Fuck you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 21:05:26</strong>
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				It all happened faster than she she could even blink. And with that, she found herself letting go of two directed tiny darts. The darts stuck into the back of the mans neck and she counted silently&nbsp; one.. two... three. It was enough for the man to get out the words, bashing Vaan. By the time she got to her feet the man was slumping to the ground. First to his knees, then a face-plant to the floor. The darts were not that to kill, but the guy wouldn't be out for long. The alarms blared and she wondered what was taking them to react so long. <br><br>The elevator door stood open and almost beckoning to her. She moved quickly then, her brain finally engaging. Kicking the dropped mans leg aside, she grabbed Vaans feet and drug him to the elevator. As the doors began to close, he was in danger of them closing upon his head, so she tugged hard one more time and the doors just barely skimmed his hair as she fell back against the back of the elevator. Speaking clearly she stated several different floors. The computer acknowledged and the elevator started to move. <em>What are you doing?!?</em>&nbsp; She wondered of herself. Leaning down she shook Vaan, trying to get him to focus, with no luck. <em><strong>Vaan! Can you hear me! Vaan! Focus! Hey! Can you hear me??!!!</strong></em> She shook him again, but he was not very responsive as the elevator opened and closed without them getting off. <br><br>She would have two more stops before they were at the landing that was her floor. That didn't give her much time to get him to start to come around, nor did it answer the question of why she was even helping someone she didn't even know. It wasn't like her. She was a loner and had been for many years. She wasn't overly concerned about the lobby of the place as this was a well known place for people to hide out, and the tended to clean up messes all the time. What she was more worried about is other hunters in the area that were working with the guy. She even pondered herself to take Vaan in, but passed it as the doors opened to her floor. <br><br>Taking up his feet, she drug him down the hallway to her door, she was certain that she heard him groan a time or two, but her brain was working overtime. She put her thumb to the lock and it swung open where she pulled him inside.&nbsp; <em><strong>Shit.</strong></em> she breathed under her breath. Letting the door close, she pulled him into the small living area of the room, then paced back and forth thinking on what she needed to do. He needed medical attention, so she knelt to look that over before anything else. Using the resorts medical facilities wasn't the wisest thing to do at the moment. It didn't take a genius to figure out that there were broken bones.. and the situation didn't seem dire either. They probably needed to get out of there as quick as possible. <br><br>Standing, she went to her bag and took out a syringe. Kneeling, she gave him a shot of adrenalin. If that didn't get him moving, they were sitting ducks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 20:19:23</strong>
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				Vaan had not been completely conscious since the Ithorian hit him in the face. At that point things just became sort of fuzzy and half there. Then she injected his heart with adrenaline and it was like he had been jumpstarted. He sprang to his feet, barely registering the pain in his arm. He looked this way and that before realizing the Ithorian was no longer present. His bionic eyes scanned the whole room, realizing he was looking at a sweet, but not his own. Finally he looked down at Lace. He vaguely recalled her pointing something at the Ithorian before hitting the ground again. Right now he wasn't going to question a gift, especially one that saved his life.<br><br>His wrist was swelling, and he reached under his sleeve and pulled out the spring loaded mechanism which held his tiny blaster. If he had left it on it would have been even more painful that it was now and it was throbbing now. He pulled his arm to his chest as he dropped the mechanism and pistol into his coat pocket. "Thanks. I almost wish you hadn't done that, you really don't know what you've gotten yourself into. I wasn't lieing before, there is a substantial bounty on me. The best thing you could do for you would be to cut me loose." <em>But I hope you don't I could sure use your help...anybody's help...right now.</em><br><br>His thoughts are evident on his face, probably because he is in too much pain to try and hide them. "I cannot stay here...on this planet. I gotta get off...do you have a ship?" He could just take it, or borrow it, but he was in no shape for the former and doubted she would allow the latter. He hissed and held his arm, obviously in pain even with the adrenaline in his system. "Or maybe some painkillers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 15:28:52</strong>
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				She took a quick survey of him as he jumped up, she knew that it was mostly the shot that made him react the way he had. She was not a doctor nor was she knowledgeable of the way people were healed by the standards in which they all lived today. She had just never needed to know anything more than what she did. She did understand the basics, and that was that he did need medical attention and the longer they waited the worse off it would be. <em><strong>Your welcome, I think.</strong></em> She replied, shaking her head lightly. <em><strong>Yeah... I am not sure I should have done that either, but I have so.. now we are.. well. Hell I don't even know. Working together? or something to stay alive.</strong></em> She said with a slight frown.<br><br>Lace wasn't used to saving people, usually it was quite the opposite. She could work with the dead. They didn't talk back. It was the living that always seemed to be the problem and it was apparent that this situation was proof of that. <em><strong>Cut you loose? And where are you to go? An injury like that will only get you killed. </strong></em>His name crept up into her memory now. <em><strong>If you are who that Ithorian said you are, then.. you know what I say is true.</strong></em> She stood there for a second, being defiant, not realizing that a Biologist would not have even recognized his name, nor know the ways of the life that was their own.<br><br>She scoffed a second and paced trying to think. <em><strong>Nay, I don't have a small ship, but where would you go even if I did? and I guess until you get your arm looked at, I will stick with you...</strong></em> As she said the last, she had an itchy feeling that anywhere they went there would be trouble to follow. The way she worked was to blend into her surroundings. She wasn't ship smart anyhow, nor had she ever had a need for one. <em><strong>How did you get into this situation anyways? Did no one ever teach you that you should work.. Quietly? And.. I don't have any painkillers, so you are going to have to tough it for now..Until we can find something.</strong></em> She stood waiting for him to make a suggestion on how they could get out of the mess that was before them. But her brain was working overtime.<br><br>I have an idea... <em><strong>How are you with disguises?</strong></em> She pulled open her bag and searched inside of it. She had all kinds of different hair pieces and facial hair and other small items that changed her look. <em><strong>And... I am going to assume you are single, considering our previous talk in the lounge... actually that doesn't even matter.. but anyway.</strong></em> She said moreso to herself. <em><strong>It is possible that we could act as a couple.. and use that as a way to get out of here.</strong></em> She held open the bag for him to look into if he wished. Just about anything they could need to modify their looks could be found in there. It was amazing how little it took to make someone look completely different. Scars, birthmarks.. facial hair, eye color lenses. Even plastic razors and hair removal creams. Removing hair also, she found once, was a great way to change her look. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 13:58:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3877515#msg3877515">Quote from: Rozel on 11-11-2010, 15:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She took a quick survey of him as he jumped up, she knew that it was mostly the shot that made him react the way he had. She was not a doctor nor was she knowledgeable of the way people were healed by the standards in which they all lived today. She had just never needed to know anything more than what she did. She did understand the basics, and that was that he did need medical attention and the longer they waited the worse off it would be. <em><strong>Your welcome, I think.</strong></em> She replied, shaking her head lightly. <em><strong>Yeah... I am not sure I should have done that either, but I have so.. now we are.. well. Hell I don't even know. Working together? or something to stay alive.</strong></em> She said with a slight frown.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He sensed that she thought him ungreatful. Holding his swelling arm against his chest he was in obvious pain but trying not to let it show. "Its not that I'm ungreatful, its just that you've put yourself in jeopardy for me. Though you might still be duping me so that you can collect the bounty..." He sighs heavily, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I am so tired of running."</span> He mutters to himself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3877515#msg3877515">Quote from: Rozel on 11-11-2010, 15:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lace wasn't used to saving people, usually it was quite the opposite. She could work with the dead. They didn't talk back. It was the living that always seemed to be the problem and it was apparent that this situation was proof of that. <em><strong>Cut you loose? And where are you to go? An injury like that will only get you killed. </strong></em>His name crept up into her memory now. <em><strong>If you are who that Ithorian said you are, then.. you know what I say is true.</strong></em> She stood there for a second, being defiant, not realizing that a Biologist would not have even recognized his name, nor know the ways of the life that was their own.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Something that might have passed for a chuckles escapes his lips, "Yea I am who he says I am. So now what, 50,000 credits is a lot of cash. You could buy...anything...a freaking planet almost. I'm guessing your not a biologist. What are you then, another bounty hunter? You gonna tell me this is some kind of attack of conscience?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3877515#msg3877515">Quote from: Rozel on 11-11-2010, 15:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She scoffed a second and paced trying to think. <em><strong>Nay, I don't have a small ship, but where would you go even if I did? and I guess until you get your arm looked at, I will stick with you...</strong></em> As she said the last, she had an itchy feeling that anywhere they went there would be trouble to follow. The way she worked was to blend into her surroundings. She wasn't ship smart anyhow, nor had she ever had a need for one. <em><strong>How did you get into this situation anyways? Did no one ever teach you that you should work.. Quietly? And.. I don't have any painkillers, so you are going to have to tough it for now..Until we can find something.</strong></em> She stood waiting for him to make a suggestion on how they could get out of the mess that was before them. But her brain was working overtime.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Another chuckle, "A bounty hunter without a ship? That doesn't make any sense. Wherever <em>we</em> go is moot. We're stuck here, unless we can steal a ship. Maybe that Ithorian has one...<br><br>I learned something. The Empire is planning something. I wasn't cleared for the knowledge, I was more of a follow orders kind of guy. Now they think I am a rebell spy. Hell all I wanted was to finish out my twenty and retire somewhere. Don't worry I can tough it out, we have to get off planet. That Ithorian was just the first of many...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3877515#msg3877515">Quote from: Rozel on 11-11-2010, 15:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I have an idea... <em><strong>How are you with disguises?</strong></em> She pulled open her bag and searched inside of it. She had all kinds of different hair pieces and facial hair and other small items that changed her look. <em><strong>And... I am going to assume you are single, considering our previous talk in the lounge... actually that doesn't even matter.. but anyway.</strong></em> She said moreso to herself.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He gave her a strange look. "Disguises?" Her second question caughthim off guard. "Yes I'm single, thats why I approached you. I figured they were looking for a guy alone and would ingore someone with someone else and...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3877515#msg3877515">Quote from: Rozel on 11-11-2010, 15:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>It is possible that we could act as a couple.. and use that as a way to get out of here.</strong></em> She held open the bag for him to look into if he wished. Just about anything they could need to modify their looks could be found in there. It was amazing how little it took to make someone look completely different. Scars, birthmarks.. facial hair, eye color lenses. Even plastic razors and hair removal creams. Removing hair also, she found once, was a great way to change her look.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked into her disguise kit, a little shocked. "Yea, sure that might work. You would have to be pretty good at faking it though...its been a really long time since I had a girlfriend." His face went red when he said it. He had not intended the meaning to come across as sexual but the moment the words left his mouth he knew what he said was about as sexual as it got. "I just mean I don't really remember how to act like a boyfirend, thats all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 19:13:48</strong>
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				<em><strong>Hrmm.. </strong></em>she said in reply to their being in danger, her arms folded across her chest, then relaxed as she heard him mumble to himself. She knew what it was like to be on the run, but she had never been this far into trouble. Fifty-Thousand. <em>There would be a whole lot of trouble attached to this one,</em> she thought then shrugged. <em><strong>And if I am?</strong></em> She asked of his bounty hunter question. She looked at him a second before shaking her head.<br><br><em><strong>No, this is not an attack of conscience, as you call it. I don't have to help if I don't want to.. I intentionally don't have a ship. Normally it keeps me out of situations like this.. picking up strays isn't good for my health.</strong></em> She looked him over quickly, still mildly amused by him.<em><strong> I wouldn't doubt it when you say there will be more to follow.&nbsp; But if we are going to get out of here we need to get going. So this? Yes or no?</strong></em> She pointed to her bag, and therefore meaning her idea. She noted his mention of a girlfriend, but only slightly. It didn't matter how long it had been. <br><br>She herself, moved to start changing her looks. She chose an instant color cream which was a 24 hour color cover. Turning her dark locks into a medium blonde, then tied her hair back. She also covered her brows with the same solution. She then made up her face, adding a beauty mark to her upper lip. Lenses she popped into her eyes changing them to a purplish-blue. She had all kind of things, including eye dyes, which worked similarly to the lenses, but was ingested, taking up to 5 minutes to take effect. She also pulled from the side of the bag, a clean shirt. <br><br>Not caring, she turned from him to give herself a bit of modesty, and pulled off her shirt to replace it with a fresh one. It was bronze in color.&nbsp; You ready? She asked as she turned back around. If her plan worked, they would be able to exit and no one would be the wiser. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 18:04:29</strong>
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				He nodded and took the bag from her. Vaan dug around in her bag one handed, keeping his throbbing left arm against his chest. He found some melanin pills, they would darken his skin tone for a few hours, and some hair extensions. He sneared as he put them in, having to force his left hand to keep working. The pain was becoming more intense by the moment, he had to have it looked at soon.<br><br>He turned his jacket inside out, and as he did he exposed the larger blaster pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. Getting his arm back inside was excruciating, he thought he was going to pass out from the pain. When he was done he looked completely different. There was a shen of sweat on his face as he struggled to stay conscious and not vomit from the pain in his arm. Looking himself over in the mirror he was sure no one would recognize him.<br><br>"OK, so we go to the infermary and get me something for this arm. Then what? Try and steal a ship or just by passage on a commercial yach or something? There is a seedier side to this place too. We may be able to buy our way off using a smuggler or something. Whatever we do, we should do it fast. Once we are off planet we should split up, not that I dont want help, it would just be safer for you that way. Agreed?" He watches for her reactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 13:05:38</strong>
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				She watched as he struggled and winced as he put his arm back inside the jacket. She almost moved forward to help him, but she didn't want to seem like the typical female, fawning over a man, so she made busy looking in her bag for noting in particular. When he spoke she listened though.<br><br><em><strong>Yeah, I am not sure what the right thing to do yet. Lets just get out of this building and go from there. Personally, I would take the more Obvious choice of travel that people took. It exposes you so much that people hardly tend to look at what is facing them. Out in the open like you don't have any worries. For one no one expects your boldness to walk among everyone else and two, I think that they would start looking to the smugglers first. </strong></em><br><br><em><strong>When we leave here, lets walk out and down the elevator and through the lobby just like we have no clue what has happened. I will take your arm and link mine through yours, this way your injury is somewhat masked and.. well.. It may hurt like hell, but I think it is the best shot we've got.</strong></em> She took up her bag and put it over her head and shoulder. The strap crossed over her chest, laying between her breasts. She then pull a light jacket on. She looked like your normal run of the mill tourist. Coming to stand close to him she smiled nervously.<em><strong> Ready?</strong></em> she asked as she slipped her arm gently under his, then came back with her hand toward her own body over his elbow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 17:59:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3903177#msg3903177">Quote from: Rozel on 17-11-2010, 13:05:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She watched as he struggled and winced as he put his arm back inside the jacket. She almost moved forward to help him, but she didn't want to seem like the typical female, fawning over a man, so she made busy looking in her bag for noting in particular. When he spoke she listened though.<br><br><em><strong>Yeah, I am not sure what the right thing to do yet. Lets just get out of this building and go from there. Personally, I would take the more Obvious choice of travel that people took. It exposes you so much that people hardly tend to look at what is facing them. Out in the open like you don't have any worries. For one no one expects your boldness to walk among everyone else and two, I think that they would start looking to the smugglers first. </strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Clearly she wasn't deterred by the danger posed from being with him. She burshed past his suggestion almost without second thought. This was troubling, but if she planned on collecting on him he could do little to stop her at this point. Her suggestion was sound. "Hide in plain sight? Certainly wouldn't be something they would suspect. OK then, we book passage on some luxury yach, once we are out there we decide what to do next."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3903177#msg3903177">Quote from: Rozel on 17-11-2010, 13:05:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>When we leave here, lets walk out and down the elevator and through the lobby just like we have no clue what has happened. I will take your arm and link mine through yours, this way your injury is somewhat masked and.. well.. It may hurt like hell, but I think it is the best shot we've got.</strong></em> She took up her bag and put it over her head and shoulder. The strap crossed over her chest, laying between her breasts. She then pull a light jacket on. She looked like your normal run of the mill tourist. Coming to stand close to him she smiled nervously.<em><strong> Ready?</strong></em> she asked as she slipped her arm gently under his, then came back with her hand toward her own body over his elbow.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He offered his arm and nodded his assent to continueing. He watched as the elevator came closer, and no one jumped them or drew weapons. He was relieved when the door slid shut and pressed the infirmary button. The lift hummed as they descended and were let off on the proper floor. Through the doors marked with the sign for healers, Vaan smelled the antisceptic and saw both flesh and blood staff as well as medbots.<br><br>He was taken directly back and a live doctor looked him over. After a scan the doctor said he had a spiral fracture from wrist to elbow. It was the kind you get when you have your arm twisted hard. Vaan spoke with a slightly different accent, "Yea, wew she liks it rough, know wha ah'm sayin' bloke? She's stronga than she luks too." The doctor blinked a pair of sets of eyelids, staring for a moment before he understood what Vaan was implying. He shook his head, "I will never understand the diversity of human mating customs."<br><br>He used a wand like device on Vaan's arm, then wrapped it in a pressure cast. He gave Vaan a shot for the swelling and an oral medication for the pain. Finally he admonished Lace not to be so rough with her lover in the future...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 15:25:55</strong>
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				The infermary was that of they typical. White, clean, and smelled that sterile smell. It was one of those smells that didn't smell bad but your brain registered it with the sickly. She watched closely as Vaan's arm was attended to. For the most part she was quiet and observant. At his change in voice she looked at him and then turned away, hoping no one noticed her smile. As his words sunk in though.. she turned back, wide eyed and felt a heat in her cheeks that she wasn't used to. They reddened a deep shade of pink.<br><br>The doctors response almost made her laugh, but she couldn't help to get in a jab at Vaan. <em><strong>You weren't complaining at the time.. so I guess I am not the only one that likes it rough.</strong></em> Her smile was genuine, as she found what he had said humorous. She then gave him an award winning wink that the doctor seemed to take note of. <em><strong>Beware Doc.. You just might see us back a few more times.</strong></em> She gave a slight chuckle of amusement and her mind wandered to places it probably shouldn't have being reasons for returning in the sense that they were currently talking about.<br><br>She then feinted sombering a bit at the request of the doctor to.. play nice. And stood as they got ready to leave. <em><strong>Thanks for the help</strong></em> she replied to the doctor, and looked to Vaan. <em><strong>Hows my baby feel now?</strong></em> She said sappily and gave him a quick kiss upon the cheek. <em><strong>Ready to continue with our day, honey?</strong></em> She smiled sweetly.. too sweetly.<br><br>With a wave to the doctor, she had linked her arm back into his and the made their way out of the infirmary. As they hit the elevator she noticed a disturbance at the other end of the hall, yet she didn't gawk at it nor get a good enough look at what was going on. She ignored it and hurried inside relieved when the door closed behind them. <em>No panicking.</em> she told herself, remaining silent. As the doors opened to the lobby, they immediately started across it. The doors that held their escape was a mere 30 meters away.&nbsp; Outside of them and to the right would lead them to where they could get tickets. A sub-lobby, a place where any normal guest could be to get transport to most any place they desired to go. <br><br>The scene where they had been at the beginning of all this was cleared. Men were talking with the front desk, the man behind the desk not saying anything to help. She had the stifle a grin. It was further proof why her and Vaans kind could come here so easily. It also showed the who the real authorities were. She slightly held her breath as the walked nonchalantly, but did her best to be fawning over the man beside her. Trying to seem so enamored of him, laying her head upon his shoulder as they walked. They were mere feet away from the door now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 18:05:44</strong>
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				Vaan pulled the door open, looking as blissfully happy as Lace. If she could put on a show so could he. He approached the ticket counter, "Oy chum, me an mah garl wanna beeg Niace rume. Hunnemune sweeat if ya gahts it. Ain't tha riaht Luv, we goannah buurn uup sahme sheahts, ain' we?" He pulles her to him and kisses her. It feels awkward, but looks passionate. He does not use his tongue, for instance, but he seems to the ticket taker to be practically devouring her. As he pulls back he gives her rear a playful smack. Turning back to the ticket guy he tosses his hair, like he has no care in the world.<br><br>The ticket guy gives him a bit of a snear and mumbles something about them getting a room. Vaan passes across his credit stick, which is charged for their tickets, and the guy passes it back along with boarding passes. The passes indicate they will be in the honeymoon suite of the <span class="bbc_u">Princess Andromeda</span>. Vaan smiles and leads her into the greater terminal where airlocks for each ship have lines waiting. This was more important that the last stop, as here they had to be sceened. Vaan's weapons were designed to defeat screening devices, but were Lace's. He did not know but assumed so since she had taken a commercial carrier here.<br><br>He leaned into her, whispering in her ear as if they really were lovers. "Giggle, slap my chest, and tell me I am bad." All at once the pain killers kicked in and he felt much as he was trying to project, very relaxed and comfortable. He felt warm and flushed, from the medication of course, but it would seem to the screeners as if he were just horney. They were checked and scanned. Vaan made it through ok, but it was Lace's turn now. He held his breath and watched as she made her way to the screener.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:15:24</strong>
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				She puts on the biggest smile as they walk toward the ticket counter. She giggles and grins happily next to Vaan. <em><strong>Ohh thats right, baby.</strong></em> She gave him an a big wink that played into the characters, and an award winning smile never taking her eyes off him. His kiss about knocks her off her feet almost stunning her. Awkward or not, she wasn't expecting it, and she shrugs lightly but doesn't take her mind off it fully after it is over. The pat to the backside was a nice touch and she looks over her shoulder at him giving another playful wink. <em><strong>Now now, you leave that to the bedroom, Sweets.</strong></em> <br><br>As the move forward, he whispers to her, and she puts on her best smile and pulls him close to her slightly enough, purring loudly in his ear and nibble it, her arms clinging to him slightly.&nbsp; <em><strong>Oh hunny... you are soooo bad today.. I can not wait to get some more alone time.</strong></em> She then bit the air at him and gave him another look that said she wanted to devour him. <br><br>Stepping into the screening area, her things were all put upon the trays and passed through all the machines and things. The gate alarm went off when she stepped through it.. and she was immediately pulled to the side. She stood as they looked over her body. A wand was held in front of her chest.. one breast, then the other. The man standing before her looked at her questioningly. <em><strong>Nipple rings love. You should get your girl to get some.</strong></em> It was never good enough to tell them, they had to see. She rolled her eyes as she showed them proof. Little did they know that the rings were just the right length for her thin dart tips. There were at least 10 dart strands inside each ring. They were very thin needle like flexible metal, but they were silent when they flew through the air. The great thing about hiding them where she did was that no one ever challenged her to take them off so that they could be examined. <br><br>Picking up her small things she smiled to Vaan, rejoining him as the were done with the screening process. <em><strong>Shall we go?</strong></em>&nbsp; She said as she took his arm naturally like this was how they always interacted together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:00:26</strong>
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				Between the drugs and her looks he was starting to loose track of why he didn't want her around. The playfulness with which she approached their situation was refreshing. He had to keep reminding himself that she was simply playing a part, that she didn't really like him. His brain started to process that. There were only two choices, really either she was going to claim the bounty on him, or she actually did like him. He froze momentarily as she nibbled at his ear. Did she know how this would affect him? How could she? He shivered all over very slightly, and it would be hard to miss as close as she had been.<br><br>He was really having a hard time thinking as she went through the scanners. His heart sank when she set one off and they pulled her aside to wand her. Her next comments really caught him off guard. It took everything her had not to show surprise or gawk at her impromtu strip show. Her breasts were perfect, large but not a hint of sag, like upsweapt cones topped with dark red caps that had gold hoops hanging from them. His mouth watered. He was getting turned on and he realized it, but too late.<br><br>When the guards were satisfied they let her go. He was almost disappointed as he watched her drop her top back down. He was certain he wasn't going to get to see those again. She linked her arm with his and all he could do was nod to her comment. He lead her through the airlock, swallowing hard and trying to keep his lower half covered as best he could while trying not to draw attention to that fact. The airlock was a clear plastic tube which lead to a shuttle. The shuttle was a cramped little thing, and their seats were so very close his thigh touched hers, and he was all to aware of that fact. He tried to think of something to say. "You have ummm...nice piercings." He said quietly while staring straight ahead. His speach was a bit slurry, like he was drunk, again from the medication he had been given. It must be far stronger than he thought, he had not even really intended to say that. "Sorry, the meds, I'll keep my mouth shut."<br><br>He blinked several times and stole glances at her chest. The memory of her breasts was burned into his brain now, he couldn't stop thinking about them, or her for that matter. He kept turning over and again her actions towards him. Why had she given him adrenaline instead of just claiming her bounty? Why had she agreed to come with him, even volunteered to help him. He kept making his way back to she must be attracted, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. Would she notice his glances? How could she not was the real question. Did she know the effect she was having?<br><br>The shuttle docked. It was time to get out and go to their cabin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:58:23</strong>
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				As she was led through the airlock, she wondered at his being so quiet suddenly. She had hoped her boldness had not caught him off guard, but she was so used to just getting down to it, that it didn't bother her anymore. It beat being carted off and examined thoroughly.. not many of the examiners were very nice behind closed doors, so it was best to do it out in the open. It wasn't like what she had wasn't something every other woman had.<br><br>When they sat, she thought she felt a kind of tension between them. His comment about her piercings almost seemed to confirm what she thought she felt.<em><strong> Thanks.</strong></em> She said quietly, though amused. She noted the way he seemed to be acting, and it was obvious now that they were settled close together that he almost seemed like he had had too much to drink. She grinned a little and wondered how he had ever got this far in his profession. <br><br>When they docked she stood and gathered what little items they had on them. <em><strong>C'mon lover-boy,</strong></em> she said and smiled down at him. She said it in a way that was more intimate and genuine, but also in a way that could be taken as a joke. It was different than the way they had been talking to each other previously, and it was really only meant for his ears. She could see that the meds were taking a hold of him and she impulsively leaned forward and kissed his fore-head gently, in a way that said it would be ok. <em><strong>Lets go, you should get some rest. You need it.</strong></em> Taking him by the hand they left the shuttle for their Cabin, stopping at the desk to trade in their tickets for their room cards.<br><br>She handled most of the electronic paperwork as it seemed like it wasn't a good idea for him to. They were informed that their bags would be brought to their room later. Weaving her fingers into his the followed the directions as they had been given. At every turn she kept an eye out for danger. Of someone figuring out who they were. Glancing at him, she smiled. <em><strong>Should we order in? Or do you want to dine out? </strong></em>She asked as she inserted her card. It beeped announcing that they could enter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 15:35:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3931608#msg3931608">Quote from: Rozel on 24-11-2010, 04:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>C'mon lover-boy,</strong></em>&nbsp; <em><strong>Lets go, you should get some rest. You need it.</strong></em> Taking him by the hand they left the shuttle for their Cabin, stopping at the desk to trade in their tickets for their room cards.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He let her lead him to the room. He was only slightly surprised by her words, more so her tone. He couldn't tell if she was teasing him or being serious. Besides the drugs were really having an affect on him. Maybe it was a combination of the drugs and the liquer he had at the bar just before...most likely that was the case. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts in order, and with her closeness they had begun to stray into the erotic.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3931608#msg3931608">Quote from: Rozel on 24-11-2010, 04:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She handled most of the electronic paperwork as it seemed like it wasn't a good idea for him to. They were informed that their bags would be brought to their room later. Weaving her fingers into his the followed the directions as they had been given. At every turn she kept an eye out for danger. Of someone figuring out who they were. Glancing at him, she smiled. <em><strong>Should we order in? Or do you want to dine out? </strong></em>She asked as she inserted her card. It beeped announcing that they could enter.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her comment was loaded in more ways than one. What did she expect him to say. Honestly he did not have the first clue. Inside the [img=http://www.google.com/images?um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;rls=com.microsoft%3Aen-us%3AIE-SearchBox&amp;rlz=1I7ACEW&amp;biw=1003&amp;bih=545&amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;sa=1&amp;q=celebrity+century+cruise+ship+penthouse+suite&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=&amp;aql=&amp;oq=&amp;gs_rfai=]http://room[/img] was sumptuous (see labeled page 2), with real marble flooring in the foyere, a large bathroom, a king sized bed, and a jacuzzie "balcony" which was enclosed with plastisteel as a kind of viewing deck. Through there the world below could be seen spinning serenely in the darkenss of space. Vaan obviously wanted to say something. "Sit, we need to talk." He took a device from on of his coat's many pockets and set it down. He looked at his driod and gave it a command. It swept the room completely and reported no bugs. It then set down on the device and began broadcasting an inaudible jamming frequency for passive listening devices. "Your either going to turn me in or you've decided to help me for some reason. Since I don't believe its the former, I am going to assume its the later. You need to know what I know, that way you can decide if you really want to continue with me. They will assume I've told you anyway. Most of the Empire's army is made up of clones. You may have already known that. There is something else, too. Some of the clones have been infected with a virus, and it has frightening results. Their bodies keep fighting even after they die. They have to be totally destroyed. I was on an Emperial cruiser, and one of the infected clones was on board as well. He went mad, started killing us. We tried to stop him. The doctor on board found the virus. In the end I had to set the ship to self destruct. I was the only survivor. Thats why they are hunting me, they don't want this to get out. Who would believe me anyway? You probably don't."<br><br>He went over to the obervation deck, watching Manaan below. "I wasn't just the pilot, I was black ops. I was there to watch the captain, I was informed he was some kind of renegade. Things got out of hand...I've been running ever since. Now your in this too, whether you want it or not. You could still turn me in. I'm not sure I wouldn't in your shoes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 17:30:12</strong>
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				Stepping into the room, her breath was stolen from her. When she traveled it was to maintain a low key, never was it this elaborate. Everything inside was nice. Really, really nice. Taking off her coat and hanging it and her bag up, she watched as Vaan seemed to come to life more than he had been a few minutes prior. <br><br>He seemed more in control than before and she inwardly was glad of that. At his telling of her to sit, she did as told.. Which was a little odd as she never was one to take orders easily. She had her own brain and usually bucked at being told to do things. She could also tell by his tone that what he had to tell her could also help save her life. Things like that took time to be able to pick up on, it also involved a lesson only learned with age. She looked up at him after sitting. The droid checking the room was normal procedures, and barely warranted attention.<br><br>She was quiet as he spoke. This was something she knew nothing of. It was completely new information to her. She thought about what this could mean and it was detrimental. Questions formed as he talked, but she held them back. She wanted him to tell her as much as he could before she asked things or commented. As he did finish it seemed like there was something more.. personal about him.<br><br>Sighing she got up, not saying anything. She had watched him walk away to the observation deck. Making her way to the kitchen of sorts, she found something to drink out of and located the little bottles these places were always stocked with, and poured herself a drink. She came back and sat down, crossing her legs and sitting back before she spoke.<em><strong> I have never had intentions of turning you in. Not that you would know that, but there it is.</strong></em> She said, not really with any niceness in her voice.. it was more drone-ish, monotone. A fact. An amused look came over her face. <em><strong>I don't know what it is in me that makes me want to help you, but it is there. Your different than any other bloke that I have encountered, I will give you that.. and you intrigue me. Maybe that is me being bored.. I am not sure.</strong></em> She took a sip of her drink, brushing her thoughts away. She wasn't one that easily showed her emotions. She wasn't brought up to be like the soft weepy females that could be found of her race. Human women usually stayed home.. to make more babies.. to be loving and mothering. Sure, she had those qualities, but she didn't show it unless she felt that the person was deserving of such attentions and admiration.<br><br><em><strong>What is planned to do with this virus? I mean that is a totally destructive kind of... Warfare..</strong></em> It dawned on her what could happen with this. <em><strong>What else do you know? Or is it the mere fact that they know you know? And how -do- they know if you were the only survivor?</strong></em> Her tone was not accusatory at all, more interest. <em><strong>How in the hell did it get out that you know about this? What happened before the ship was destroyed? </strong></em>Her questions were increasingly getting intense as she knew that this now involved her. She wasn't upset by this really, it was the need to know all information. To analyze everything she possibly could. Because she had a feeling that it was soon going to be a time to be the hunter rather than the hunted. After getting all her questions out, she pushed back into the couch a bit more. She suddenly felt drained and wanted a day where they could rest and gather their thoughts. <em><strong>How long will we be on this ship?</strong></em> she asked. She hadn't even thought to ask that when they had left so quickly. She wondered if it were possible to get a couple days relaxing in. <br><br>Her reasons for going to the planet had been because she had to lay low for a few days... nothing of this caliber. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:27:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong> I have never had intentions of turning you in. Not that you would know that, but there it is.</strong></em> She said, not really with any niceness in her voice.. it was more drone-ish, monotone. A fact. An amused look came over her face. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked at her, searching for some hint of lie. He found none. Her tone said it all. This was fact. He noddes his understanding.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>I don't know what it is in me that makes me want to help you, but it is there. Your different than any other bloke that I have encountered, I will give you that.. and you intrigue me. Maybe that is me being bored.. I am not sure.</strong></em> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked at her, almost fiercely. "Bored? Well I am not sure how bored you were, but around me things are never boring. I am cursed with an interesting life."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>What is planned to do with this virus? I mean that is a totally destructive kind of... Warfare..</strong></em> It dawned on her what could happen with this. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked at her and shook his head. He shrugged and was about to speak again when she continued.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>What else do you know? Or is it the mere fact that they know you know? And how -do- they know if you were the only survivor?</strong></em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He tried to explain. "I know that the virus was planed in the clone batch. The doctor on board examined part of the first corpse. He was sure it was purposeful and that it was probably done to more than one batch. There were a bunch of clones on board, and none of them had it when examined, but it leapt to them through fluid transfer, blood in the eyes and such. Before it was over they all had it. The doctor claimed it was dorment until the clone died. After that it kicked in and kept him alive.<br><br>They know because I was the pilot. Every pilot has a 'key' an encripted code that is personal and can be used on any Emperial ship. After a few months I 'borrowed' a ship to get off Corriscant. After that, they knew. Look I'm no novice, I was intelligence on board the ship to investigate the commander. Pilot was my cover. I knew they would know, I had <em>no</em> choice."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her tone was not accusatory at all, more interest. <em><strong>How in the hell did it get out that you know about this? What happened before the ship was destroyed? </strong></em>Her questions were increasingly getting intense as she knew that this now involved her. She wasn't upset by this really, it was the need to know all information. To analyze everything she possibly could. Because she had a feeling that it was soon going to be a time to be the hunter rather than the hunted. After getting all her questions out, she pushed back into the couch a bit more. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I tried to come back in, out of the cold. On Corriscant, I tried to use what I know to get back in. Its hard to explain if your unfamiliar with how intelligence works. I tried to leverage what I know to get back in. I gambled and lost.<br><br>After the ship I was in a life pod for eight months. I got picked up by a scavenger ship. I got a lift to a starport and from there to Corriscant. After Corriscant I've just been running."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3951256#msg3951256">Quote from: Rozel on 29-11-2010, 17:30:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She suddenly felt drained and wanted a day where they could rest and gather their thoughts. <em><strong>How long will we be on this ship?</strong></em> she asked. She hadn't even thought to ask that when they had left so quickly. She wondered if it were possible to get a couple days relaxing in. <br><br>Her reasons for going to the planet had been because she had to lay low for a few days... nothing of this caliber.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He shrugged, "Its a slow tour ship. The next port is three days out. We can stay here after if we think its safe, otherwise we jump ship and find somewhere else to hide."<br><br>She was close to him, he could feel her warmth, and sense the fact that she did this, she helped him because she was lonely. Even if she didn't get it. She probably still thought she was just bored. He crossed the distance between them putting his hands on his shoulders.&nbsp; He figured she would pull away, but he had sensed something when he kissed her before. She had wanted him to, maybe not at first but once he started she was receptive. This time he leaned in slowly, giving her the chance to pull away. If she didn't he kissed her again, this time slowly and softly. He liked her, he had from the second he met her. She was smart and he had found cunning. She was a good match. The drugs were slowing down, he felt less high, but the pain was still dulled. He had probably run through the alcohol, which he had surmised was the reason he had felt so baddly. Now that he had 'sobered' up, he was clearer and focused. He was coming onto her in his right mind...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:59:21</strong>
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				She took a few moments for the information to sink in and let out a sigh. Her drink had been drained. She abandoned her glass upon the side table and stood up.. She felt her face warm with the alcohol that was beginning to course through her and she looked to Vaan, not sure what to say. She didn't feel like going out to eat and was about to suggest this when he crossed the room to her. Her head drooped, not sure of herself as she normally was<br><br>When he placed his hands upon her shoulders she felt insecure for the first time around him, and that shook her. But she didn't move. Her stubbornness kept her rooted to the same spot. <strong><em>I.. We.. </em></strong> She began, stammering, and looked up at him. As he leaned in, she lost her voice, and consequently her ability to protest.. <em>Just for now</em>.. she heard inside her head. When his lips touched hers, they were so soft and gentle that it threw her. It mixed her senses. She hadn't been prepared for such softness. Men like him didn't kiss like that... Or did they? <em>It was the drugs.. It had to be!</em> She heard herself trying reason on for the first time in a long time.<br><br>Why <em>are</em> you helping him? She questioned herself. Disregarding the first thing that popped into her mind. <em>Like the amount of sexy manlyness has nothing to do with it, right?</em> She gasped inwardly, <em>so cheesy!</em> No, there is something more here.. something unlike anything else you have known before. She felt herself kiss him back as the kiss developed. It was smooth, slow, sensual, and her female body responded like it should have. It had been a long time between kisses. Her life never allowed for her to have enough time to kiss or be kissed. Her arms found his sides and she stepped closer to him as the kiss progressed. <br><br>The length of this kiss found her paused in time. She indulged. She found sweet resolve in the kiss, and everything around them faded away, like it didn't matter anymore. When the kiss finally broke, she stood there unbelieving what had just happened. Yes, it was just a kiss, but kisses weren't supposed to be like that, were they? She didn't move away from him but just looked up at him, confusion spreading on her face. Not understanding how something so simple could make her respond so completely and without being prompted. <br><br><em>His kiss is dangerous...</em> her brain finally kicked in, but still she stood where she was. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 15:48:29</strong>
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				Their kiss ended when she broke it, and he sensed a hesitancy in her. His bionic eyes picked up her change in body temperature and pulse easily enough. They also registered micro particles in the air, her natural pheramones. He knew she was turned on, but something was still holding her back. He surmized it was him, something about him was keeping her from jumping in feet first. If he were in her shoes, it would be what he had just told her. A life on the run, who wanted that? Certainly he didn't.<br><br>He wasn't willing to push her any further, either. If she was still hesitant, it must be for good reason. Maybe at some point she would be ready, probably not.<br><br>He faked a smile, runing the backs of his fingers along her cheeck. "I understand. We should eat, maybe have them bring us something here. Then we can work out the rest of it." He went to the menu for roomservice and handed it to her. He knew what he wanted without looking. After that he sat and waited for her decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 15:39:57</strong>
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				(Oooh let me count the ways I am annoyed that my computer shut down during the time I was writing my post... Ok, second attempt. :P)<br><br>She sensed something, but couldn't put her finger upon it. Was he upset with her? She wondered then if she had done something to offend him. <em>Wait, no.. I didn't do anything.. it was him that kissed me!</em> she thought immediately, but she couldn't complain at what a kiss it had been. She couldn't get her mind off of it really.. It was like a mental tease as she thought about it. His caress sent shivers down her spine, soft upon her skin. Inviting an argument inside of her.<br><br><em>You.. Understand? </em>She questioned quietly.. but let it go as he quickly talked about them eating. Yes.. eat. She took up the menu, but was confused about his comment.. Work out the rest of it. What did that mean? Her mind wandered to places she knew it shouldn't when it came to the menu. Things that could be sensual in the right setting..She intermittently touched her fingertips lightly to her lips as she looked over the menu stuck on her thoughts of the kiss, and she didn't even realize she was doing it. Her eyes flashed back to him, then back at the menu.. she was utterly disturbed, but in a way that wasn't bad.&nbsp; She knew that her mind should be more on what they were going to do, but it didn't seem as important at the moment as it was a bit ago. Agitated with herself, she pointed to a leafy salad with fruits. <em><strong>I will have that..</strong></em> she said with a sigh, pointing and handed the menu back to him before taking her own seat. She hadn't even thought about the way she did so, that it implied that she wanted him to do the ordering.<br><br>She knew that the item upon the menu was light, but it was something she would enjoy. Moving back to the couch, she settled upon it once again. She was trapped in a fog.. In a teasing fog and she needed to think about how she needed to present herself. Her mind thinking on that damned kiss. She did her best to push it away as she sat in silence, thinking. She needed to make up her mind on things. Unspoken things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 18:25:20</strong>
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				He caught her meaning and ordered for them both. He ordered her salad and a steak for himself as well as a batch of chocolate covered strawberries. He did not even consider their romantic impact, simply that they were his favorite thing to eat. The com went silent after his order was confirmed and he was told that it would be twenty minutes. He walked over and sat in front of her.<br><br>He sighed heavily, trying to figure out what he would say. "OK, its time to just put it out there. I am attracted to you. I was when I approached you. I am more so now that I know how intelligent and resourceful you are. I think we are a good match.<br><br>I also think you are attracted to me. I sense there is something holding you back. It will be easier if we just air this, instead of trying to figure the other out. If I am wrong, if I am seeing something thats not there, tell me. I'm a big boy I can handle it.<br><br>If I'm right...well we can do this how you want. Its been a <em>really</em> long time since I was with a woman. I hear its like riding a bike, but I never learned to do that...ride a bike I mean."<br><br>He watched her, waiting for some hint on how she felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 20:26:08</strong>
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				She was aware of him as he ordered. But she wasn't expecting him to sit in-front of her. Uncrossing her legs she looked at him. Taking in his jawline and the contours of his face, his neck and shoulders. When he spoke, she looked away.. staring at something on the wall that wasn't really there.<br><br>She wasn't ready for his frankness. She didn't have time for this kind of thing. <em><strong>You think that I?</strong></em> She gasped slightly, not giving in..&nbsp; <em><strong>-You-, think that .. -I-&nbsp; am attracted to you?</strong></em> She laughed, giving her best hollow performance,&nbsp; denying anything. Standing up she pushed past him, brushing against him as she tried her best to get out of the spot she was in. She walked away from him to look out the window. <em><strong>What in the universe would give you that idea? Just because I am helping you? Why is it that just because a girl has a moment of weakness and tries to help someone out it is suddenly thought that she wants to jump the guys bones?</strong></em> In her mind, a thought of.. <em>not soooo bad</em>, flashed. She shook her head.<br><br><em><strong>And.. and even if I did, which I am not saying I do.. You!&nbsp; You even said you were trouble!</strong></em> She turned back on him, which was a mistake as she looked at him. Who was she kidding? He was attractive, dangerously sexy.. and.. <em>No no!</em> She pushed it away. She was not that easy. She wasn't going to hand it over on a platter!<br><br>Her face was scrunched up with her intentions of staying away from him. It didn't matter that if he even came close, her front of not wanting him near would melt away faster than a sunbeam on an ice-cube. <em><strong>Mingling with a man like you will only get me killed.. My senses not what they need to be..too dangerous.. </strong></em>She finished quietly, letting out a breath that was more of a regretful sigh, which said more than her words. Yeah, she wanted him... but she would be damned if she would say it. Her conscience wouldn't allowed it. How many times had she been warned about ever having a relationship. A weakness to be easily seen.. A target for those that would have her dead. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 14:05:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3986453#msg3986453">Quote from: Rozel on 07-12-2010, 20:26:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She was aware of him as he ordered. But she wasn't expecting him to sit in-front of her. Uncrossing her legs she looked at him. Taking in his jawline and the contours of his face, his neck and shoulders. When he spoke, she looked away.. staring at something on the wall that wasn't really there.<br><br>She wasn't ready for his frankness. She didn't have time for this kind of thing. <em><strong>You think that I?</strong></em> She gasped slightly, not giving in..&nbsp; <em><strong>-You-, think that .. -I-&nbsp; am attracted to you?</strong></em> She laughed, giving her best hollow performance,&nbsp; denying anything. Standing up she pushed past him, brushing against him as she tried her best to get out of the spot she was in. She walked away from him to look out the window. <em><strong>What in the universe would give you that idea? Just because I am helping you? Why is it that just because a girl has a moment of weakness and tries to help someone out it is suddenly thought that she wants to jump the guys bones?</strong></em> In her mind, a thought of.. <em>not soooo bad</em>, flashed. She shook her head.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His reply was so low it was barely audible. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"OK, I understand."</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3986453#msg3986453">Quote from: Rozel on 07-12-2010, 20:26:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>And.. and even if I did, which I am not saying I do.. You!&nbsp; You even said you were trouble!</strong></em> She turned back on him, which was a mistake as she looked at him. Who was she kidding? He was attractive, dangerously sexy.. and.. <em>No no!</em> She pushed it away. She was not that easy. She wasn't going to hand it over on a platter!<br><br>Her face was scrunched up with her intentions of staying away from him. It didn't matter that if he even came close, her front of not wanting him near would melt away faster than a sunbeam on an ice-cube. <em><strong>Mingling with a man like you will only get me killed.. My senses not what they need to be..too dangerous.. </strong></em>She finished quietly, letting out a breath that was more of a regretful sigh, which said more than her words. Yeah, she wanted him... but she would be damned if she would say it. Her conscience wouldn't allowed it. How many times had she been warned about ever having a relationship. A weakness to be easily seen.. A target for those that would have her dead.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He stood silently while she continued to talk. He wasn't really listening anyway. He walked out of their cabin leaving only the soft click of the door's closing as a reminder of his former presence. <br><br>He went down the halls a bit, making a few turnes here and there, getting lost really. No one had really seen them together yet. He could still get out of this and leave her to her life. He found a map of the ship, and on it the life rafts. He headed for the closest one...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 16:18:14</strong>
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				She stood there dumbfounded and alone. An empty room. She couldn't believe her eyes when he had left. Had she said something absolute that made him leave? She hadn't thought so. She threw up her hands, and turned back toward the window. Almost furious. <em>He walked away. That son of a...&nbsp; He walked out on me? Of all the... </em>she cut herself off and fumed. <br><br><em>If he thinks that I am going to even think once, let alone twice about tracking him down on this ship.. Oooh.. that money is looking good about now.</em> Her hands had come to rest upon her hips now. <em>Oh I have a right mind to go find him and tell him what I think of that! How.. How .. Nobody just walks off like that! Who Walks off like that! </em><br><br>Her mind was flooded with seeing red. Turning back she just stared at the door, almost hoping he walked back in. A piece of her mine was wanting to be let loose upon him in a way even she didn't understand.<br><br>A few moments pass and he hadn't returned. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited a few more moments. Still, he did not return. Her face scrunched up in a frown and she gave a sigh. <em><strong>This is rediculous!</strong></em> she murmured out-loud to herself as she crossed the room, taking her coat off the peg.<br><br>Opening the door she looked out, up and down the hall. <em>Where the hell would he even go?</em> She questioned herself. Taking a left.. she followed the halls, looking around. She had never been on one of these cursed ships and she had no Idea even where she was, let alone where she was going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 19:19:13</strong>
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				The ship was larger than it looked on the outside, and so Vaan found himself wandering various corridoors and passageways. He was lost at least twice, but finally mananged to find the ring of lifeboats. Getting in would be a problem, they were all secured to the ship's main computer, meant only to be used if the ship found itself in an emergency. Everything had a backdoor, though.<br><br>In his coat pocket was a small box of tools. He used them to open the panel beside the escape pods door. A few adjustments and he called his floating droid over. The tip of the football shape opened and a socket plug used by droids to interface with other computers slid out. The droid inserted itself into the socket and began trying to over ride the command codes. Vaan kept watch, not wanting to run afoul of the ship's security measures.<br><br>He tapped his foot as minutes went by...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 19:51:24</strong>
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				The halls reminded her of a maze.. Doors were symmetrical in each corridor, or so they seemed. She passed the dining areas.. and there were a few. Each with different themes. The ship was huge. Too big. Her mind began to panic slightly. How far of a head start did he have? She wondered. She took notice of elevators and decided to check those out as well. <br><br>By the time she returned to the floor she had started on, she was full force panicking. Not only was she concerned over where he was, but what if she had pushed away something..... <em>No! He couldn't have gone far!</em> Her pace had quickened as she looked for him. Taking a breath she stopped. She needed to think. She noticed a plaque that indicated where she was. Stepping closer to it she looked at the map. She hadn't thought about looking at one before as she was so certain that he wasn't far ahead. <br><br>She noted all the places that she had been and realized that the only place she hadn't gone was where the escape pods were. <em>No. He wouldn't leave.. </em>She deluded herself. It was just a spat, nothing more! she thought. Heading in that direction she couldn't fathom that they had gone this far together and he would leave? She didn't believe it but she had to check. As the corridor opened up into a wide area, she stepped around the corner and there he was.. in front of her. And...he was. No, he wasn't. There had to be an explanation.<br><br>Her voice was calm and cool. More controlled than she could have ever thought it could be at this moment. <em><strong>So.. Am I invited on this trip you seem to be taking?</strong></em> She assumed, cocked her head to the side when she looked at him. She felt hurt that he would confess what he had and a second later run away from her. Her eyes revealed emotions she didn't show often to people. A rawness. Yes, she had not been sweet and cuddly.. Was he expecting that immediately? Her head was like this. Always talking sense. It had kept her alive this far. <br><br>She stood there quietly, waiting for him to respond, her arms crossed over her chest. She was angry. She had signed on before even knowing anything about his past or present. His trouble didn't matter to her.. She had signed on. Did that not tell him anything? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 19:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87051.msg3990502#msg3990502">Quote from: Rozel on 08-12-2010, 19:51:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her voice was calm and cool. More controlled than she could have ever thought it could be at this moment. <em><strong>So.. Am I invited on this trip you seem to be taking?</strong></em> She assumed, cocked her head to the side when she looked at him. She felt hurt that he would confess what he had and a second later run away from her. Her eyes revealed emotions she didn't show often to people. A rawness. Yes, she had not been sweet and cuddly.. Was he expecting that immediately? Her head was like this. Always talking sense. It had kept her alive this far. <br><br>She stood there quietly, waiting for him to respond, her arms crossed over her chest. She was angry. She had signed on before even knowing anything about his past or present. His trouble didn't matter to her.. She had signed on. Did that not tell him anything?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked at her with a great deal of confusion. She had just chided him for daring to like her and now she found him asking if she was invited. He was confused, but what man wasn't confused when dealing with the opposite sex? He realized he needed to tread softly, he had not given her somethng she wanted, or maybe he had misread her.<br><br>He clears his throate before speaking, "I had not planned on it. You made your feelings very clear in the cabin, and I think its best if I leave now. No one has seen us together except in these silly disguises. You can go about your life with impunity, as if I never came into it. That is what you want, right?<br><br>Look I am not good at figuring out women. I don't do hints. Whatever this is, whatever game you are playing, just stop. I need to keep moving. If the Empire catches up with me I am done. If a bounty hunter finds me, I'm done. You don't need me in you your life. Whatever made you come with me, pitty or lonelyness or whatever, you can just consider it over. Case closed. I have an escape pod to commendeer now, if you don't mind."<br><br>He turned away from her and back to the droid. He kept his lips tightly together, jaw clentched, arms folded across his chest. He felt like she was playing a joke on him or something. He wasn't amused...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:06:51</strong>
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				He turned his back on her and it stung. She stood there a moment before doing or saying anything, then finally let out a quiet sigh.<br><br>She closed the distance between them and stood close to his back. It hadn't been intentional about her trying to push him away. Well, maybe it had, but not like this. As soon as she had a glimpse that she was losing something she didn't even have, her blood boiled with the thought of possible loss. She spoke softly.<em><strong> I .. I am sorry. I am not trying to play games. I am so .. so....</strong></em> She was exasperated. <em><strong>I don't know what I am doing, alright?</strong></em> She placed her hands upon her hips, hoping he would turn around and face her.<br><br><em><strong>I am not used to this. Your leaving isn't what I want.</strong></em> She said, and then repeated it more convincingly. I<em><strong> don't want you to leave at all! It isn't loneliness that has me wanting to stay around you nor is it pitty.... I am attracted to you and it scares the hell out of me.</strong></em> Her tone had a hint of sadness in it and she reached out a hand to touch his back lightly. <em><strong>I don't work well when my mind is telling me one thing and my body is doing something else.</strong></em> She retracted her touch. It was her turn to turn away. <em><strong>I won't consider this case closed because.. well because I am not ready to move on without you. If you feel it is for the best, then I will have to accept it, but don't assume that I want it because you can not figure out women.</strong></em> Her words were not sharp, they were more soft and yielding than she had been with him in the time they had known each other so far.<br><br>She looked back at him, her emotions in her eyes. <em><strong>Look at me.</strong></em> She held her arms out. <em><strong>I am a mess. You entered into my world and it is upside down. But... Have I said I wanted to change it?</strong></em> She shook her head, letting her arms fall to her sides.<em><strong> I haven't wanted out. I have not made a move to get out of this. I could have.. but I didn't</strong></em>. She finished in almost a whisper. <br><br>She searched him for his reaction. She hoped it was enough to convince him to stay. She was terrible with words, she knew it. She was horrible with conveying her emotions and feelings.. she knew that as well. She was asking him to stay. <em><strong>You can go if you like.. I won't stop you.</strong></em> She swallowed, as this was the first time that she had said anything that was closely connected to her true feelings. <em><strong>But I would like you to stay...</strong></em> She wanted to express more, but wasn't sure how. This wasn't her way of doing things and she felt out of her comfort zone. <br><br>From time to time she had always wondered if there was someone out there that she could understand and that would understand her. Something inside of her almost pushed her to believe that he may be that person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 18:02:04</strong>
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				Vaan's face softened as she spoke. Of course it made sense, especially given the way she had kissed him earlier. She had been very cold, but perhaps this was just a defense mechanism. She was afraid, not of him but of how she felt about him. "Listen, I'm scared too. I like you and I dont want you in danger but at the same time I don't want to leave you. Thats why I said we had to work this out, by <em>talking</em> about it, not by falling into bed together. I was honest with you, I expected you to be honest in return."<br><br>He looked her over, trying to remain stubborn but obviously not able to. "I accept your appology, but don't do that again. If you can't be honest with me, then just dont say anything. At least then I'll understand what your silence means."<br><br>He tapped his droid, "Change of plannes, we're going to hang out here for a while and see where this goes." The droid disengaged and floated along behind them. He lead her back to their room, and noticed the door was adjar. His face became pinched as he drew his blster pistol and pushed the door open. He ended up pointing it at the bell boy who was bringing their meal. The boys hands went straight up and he peed on himself. He started whining for Vaan not to kill him. Vaan just chuckled. "What should we do with this one you think?" He asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 17:36:38</strong>
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				She deflated a little at how she had been with him. <em><strong>My intentions were not to be dishonest with you. You are right. From what I have seen, you have been honest with me. But you know this line of work. My best asset is being able to blend into the background. You have unnerved me by.. well, maybe taking a notice, where I try so hard for people to not see me.</strong></em> She smiled at him.. <em><strong>Pleasantly un-nerved me, I mean.. </strong></em>She added, in a way that was unsure of herself, and came over as awkward because this too was something that she wasn't used to.<br><br>She nodded at his request. Though the problem with her remaining silent was that most times she couldn't.. and when she did, it tended to be at the wrong moment. She gave up on the thought as they walked back to the room, which seemed a shorter path than the one she had taken to find him. She stood back as he entered the room, watching him work. The sight inside saw a laugh erupt from her. At his question she grinned.&nbsp; <em><strong>Oh there are so many things that come to mind.. but he seems harmless. Lets give him a generous tip for you scaring the .. well, the piss right out of him. </strong></em>She looked the poor thing up and down with a smug look upon her face. <br><br>She entered further into the room as if the bell-boy situation wasn't anything out of the ordinary. <em><strong>I wonder if the food is good.. </strong></em>she said as she lifted the cover off the dishes upon the cart. She looked the first one over. It looked good. <em><strong>That one must be yours. </strong></em><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 15:06:57</strong>
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				Vaan did in fact take her suggestion, giving the bellboy as much as the cost of the meal for a tip. Even though it cost twice what it should have, and looked delicious, Vaan was hungry for something else. After he closed the door and locked it, rendering them alone, he walked back over to her. He kept his eyes on hers, talking to her without speaking. When he was close enough he reached down and pushed the cart out of his way, taking away the only physical barrier between them.<br><br>He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other went up so he could push his fingers into her hair. He kissed her again, slowly as before but with less hesitation. He knew this time she wouldn't push him away and it granted him a greater degree of confidence. There was nothing hurried or forceful about the way his lips met hers. There was a calm kind of gentle pressure. He slid his hand down to her firm ass and the one in her hair began sliding its way down to her lovely chest. When it reached the top of her shirt he flattened it and went into her clothing, getting his first feel of her bare flesh.<br><br>He trailed kissed across her jawline to her neck and up to her ear. He nibbled on her ear as he spoke to her in a breathy whisper. "Shall I continue?" But he did not wait for her answer. Strangely he had asked her for permission but did not wait to receive it. His fingers found the flesh of her breast as his hand found the hem line of her skirt, pulling it up to access her body. It was to him like claiming ownership of her, teasing her by asking her for something he was going to take anyway, something he knew she wanted to give him.<br><br>With a sudden movement he picked her up and easily tossed her onto the bed. He began shedding his own clothing, dropping his coat and pealing off his shirt. His body was tone and muscular, the body of a man who had to be in good condition to live. There were scars to, scars from battle wounds, knife wounds, shrapnel, blaster scars, and even a round divot looking scar which could have been made by an old style slug thrower. He was no self conscious about these defects, he had earned each one with his survival.<br><br>He climbed onto the bed with her and pushed her shirt up and off, revealing again the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. "Your wrong, just so you know. These are not like any other woman's, anywhere." He leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:00:28</strong>
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				As he crossed the short distance to where she stood with the cart, she looked up to him, then back down at the cart, only to fling her eyes back up at him within a split second. She had seen something there and it only grew the nearer he became. When he slid the cart out of the way she dropped plate cover onto the cart as it was still arms length away. It clattered as it came to a rest of where it landed. She didn't dare tear her eyes away from his. When his arm found its way around her, she smiled up at him. It was a genuine smile that was her way of saying yes. <br><br>When his lips came in contact with hers it was so different from their last kiss. The kiss was sensual and slow. It begged to deepen and she let it develop naturally, by just sipping from his lips. Tasting.. Feeling at ease.. enjoying the kiss for what it was. Her hands came to rest upon his waist in their closeness. His hand found her rear and she could feel herself smile beneath his lips. The feel of his hand upon her skin under her shit was something she hadn't realized that she yearned for. Her nipples were always somewhat perked, but they now tightened to give her innermost secrets away. The kind that said.. please.<br><br>When his kiss left her mouth, she could feel her lips somewhat throbbing and wanting more. The pressure upon them had been light, but it didn't matter, they had filled out and softened as her body reacted to his attentions to her. Her eyes closed as his lips danced across her jaw..her neck... finding her ears, one of her most sensitive spots. The kind that seemed connected to other parts of her body that at times like this she had no control over, nor did she want any control of them. His warm whisper upon her ear was so light, she could have missed it had it been a tone lower. She couldn't speak..so she only shook her head lightly. She knew that if she did speak, it would only have come out in a form of begging. She couldn't allow herself to give that much away.<br><br>She swallowed hard as he slid her skirt up so easily, her eyes opened and searching his own. She had to wonder how practiced he was when it came to things like this, but her mind didn't linger on this, as it really didn't matter to her at all. She liked having him in control of the situation. She liked a man that took charge. Took what he wanted. In a way this was like that, yet not, ... she wanted to give him everything he desired. Wanted his touch.. and possibly more that she could even think on at the moment. <br><br>With ease, he picked her up and planted her upon the bed. If the bed had been firmer, she might have bounced right back off of it. She grinned up at him as he unclothed. Her eyes feasting upon his sculpted muscles. Her hungry eyes didn't notice any imperfections, rather they saw something that was more beautiful than she had imagined.. and yes, she had thought about his body, she would be a liar to not admit that to herself. As he removed the remaining of his clothes, he seemed to move so fluidly, confident and it only excited her more. Sexy was the only word that entered her mind. <br><br>When he climbed upon the bed toward her.. he reminded her of an animal closing in on its prey.&nbsp; Her shirt came easily over her head and slid off her arms in what seemed like one sweeping motion. She let out a giggle at his comment. As his mouth claimed a nipple, her arms found his head to pull it nearer, her fingers weaving into his hair. <em><strong>Mmm... well they seemed to have taking a liking to you, so I guess you are in luck... </strong></em>She said teasingly in a low almost raspy voice. The feel of his lips and tongue upon her skin did things to her that she wouldn't dare admit to anyone. Just the sucking alone upon her nipple woke a tingling and throbbing between her thighs that seemed to have a mind of its own.<br><br>After playing with his hair for a few moments, they slid down over his shoulders and down his back halfway, then roamed back up, trailing her fingertips along the way.. repeating the pattern a few times, letting herself absorb the sensations he was causing her to feel.. <em><strong>Mmm...</strong></em> she moaned slightly.. letting him know that he had so far found the right buttons to push. She adjusted her body slightly for comfort, as it was greedily wanting his touch all-over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 19:57:28</strong>
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				Vaan slid his hand up her thigh, touching lightly and sliding up towards her secret place. His mouth continued to push her as he tongued her nipple and pulled her ring into his mouth. He moved his free hand under her, lifting her slightly so that he could touch her perectly formed ass. He let a low moan escape his lips as the middle two fingers of both hands met at her pussy slit. He smirked up at her as he started talking to her, taking command of her with his words and voice. "Are you already wet?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He slid his fingers against her in opposite directions. "You have the most spectacular body. You taste so wonderfully."<br><br>He pushed fingers into her, feeling her body give and open. At first there is only one finger from each hand in her, but he is impatient, and pushes a second and stretching her for a third. He has six fingers in her, sliding against each other, filling her and stretching her. "She likes my fingers...doesn't she? I can stop if you want me to." He begins to pull them out, showing her he is in control. He knows she is on the verge of begging him and he wants to hear that. He wants her to completely give herself and hold nothing back.<br><br>"What is it you want, hmmmm? Your going to have to tell me, I'm just not sure. Tell me what you want and you <em>might</em> get it." He is beginning to feel more confident now, knowing she wants him now he wants her to beg him for it. He wants her to say please. He wants her to totally give in and stop trying hold back. He pushes in the fingers of on hand harder than before, feeling around for her G spot. "What is it you want? Tell me Lace, tell me. Beg me. Say PLEASE or I will stop right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 16:47:26</strong>
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				She grinned as his hands roamed her leg lightly, then touched her. She felt a shock run through her.. His mouth was the perfect torture upon her breast, the sucking and nipple play making her body writhe with needs. She wasn't expecting the way his hands roamed over her, but it didn't matter. It was so good, she couldn't have made him stop if she wanted to.. which the thought of stopping what they were doing would never have a chance to even form..&nbsp; She wanted this.. she wanted him..<br><br>At his question, she grinned again. She knew just as much as he did that she was wet... and when his fingers slid into her folds and down.. her wetness was confirmed. She smiled at the compliment, her eyes heavy with lust for him, though she refrained from speaking just yet. Her mind was a swirling of thoughts.. all connected to their bodies and words seemed difficult to form just yet. <br><br>When his fingers dipped inside of her, she let out a light moan, then she felt more... and she could feel herself stretching a little...&nbsp; then further with another set, her breath caught up and released in pleasure... It was a new sensation.. and it was oh so good.. It drove her further in her wanting.&nbsp; His voice filtered in to her. It seemed to be playful and low.. sexy, adding to her fiery wantonness.<em> Stop?</em> She heard.. <em>Oh god, no</em>.... as he began to pull them out she rose her hips like she was begging for him to continue his playing..She moaned out.. and whispered her minds thoughts... <em><strong>No.. no.. not yet</strong></em>... she answered him. <br><br>Further he seemed to be denying her, her skin felt like it was on fire and he was going to dash her with water, taking away the flame. She felt the words tumble from her lips, from a place she didn't know even existed. Her voice deepened with lust. It was slightly panicked, fear that she would be suspended in need. <em><strong>Please.. Oh Vaan, I need you...I want your hands on my body.. touching me..I want you inside me. Please... oh god please!.. Your mouth on me, your cock inside..I want it all.. </strong></em> Her hands slid over her breasts, squeezing, keeping her arousal at what it was. She then slid her hands down her, between her breasts and lower over her stomach.. to touch his hands.. She hoped her touch would encourage him. She then slid them back up to her breasts... The last words slipped out of her mouth in a desperate whisper..<em><strong>Please..Please don't stop.</strong></em> Her hands continued to roam her own body. She even boldly let a hand find her pubic bone, where she moved her fingertips upon it firmly, while her body still lightly squirmed with need. Her mind screamed out... <em>Oh Lord..Fuck me ..!</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 19:31:06</strong>
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				"Don't stop? Don't stop what Lace. If you want me to fingerfuck you your going to have to ask for it. Your going to have to beg for it like a good little cockslave. Thats what you are now, my cockslave.Beg me Lace, convince me that you want it. Let me hear your need."<br><br>His voice was a mixture of playful and lustful. He was not going to allow her to be passive, he was going to force her to beg, to give into him completely. He wanted it all, her mind, body, and soul to belong to him. Belong to him she would, she had no choice now, in his mind. He heard the need in her voice, but it wasn't intense enough just yet. She had to be willing to do absolutely anything he said, even if that meant sucking his cock in public, taking it in the ass...anything his whim could concoct.<br><br>"Tell me what you will do for it Lace, tell me what you will give." His fingers found the spot they were searching for and he began to mercilessly torture it, teasing her but not ever letting her get over that last hump. He prolongued her torture, pushing her hand away from her sex so that she would not be able to get herself off. He spoke with a slight sterness in his voice so that she knew he would not be denied this, "Look at me Lace. You will <em>not</em> cumwithout my permission, do you understand me? If you do...I will punish you. Now beg for it, slave. Beg me for what you need. Beg for your pleasure."<br><br>Vaan was obviously getting off on the power he had here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 17:55:53</strong>
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				She whimpered with her needs, her wants.. her desires growing. <em>Beg</em>.. he wanted her to beg... Her wimpers were a form of begging, but she knew that he wanted something more. Something vocal. She let out a solid moan as his fingers found the magic spot..Her breathing heavy.. <em><strong>Oh Vaan... I ...&nbsp; I.... Oh Lord!</strong></em> He was pleasing her and her brain felt like it was muddled.. all she could do was feel him touching her.. Driving her wild. <em><strong>Vaan, please...I need more...Please.. oh lord, please.... </strong></em>Her head was thrashed back and forth now.. she was losing control of herself.. Her hands wound their way into the bedclothes after being pushed away, her failed attempt to please herself. She held on as if her life depended on it. To give in was foreign to her, but she wanted it..needed it. She had never been in a way that she wasn't in control and this was all new to her..<br><br>She couldn't take it anymore... it was torture. Sweet blissful torture. He was denying her to cum... <em><strong>I don't want you to just finger-fuck me.. I will do anything, Vaan! Oh god! Anything you want.. Please... anything..&nbsp; </strong></em>Her body writhed with the need he was denying her. <em><strong>Vaan, Fuck me...&nbsp; Now!!</strong></em> She said it... He couldn't possibly understand how hard it was for her to utter the words. But she needed him.. wanted him inside of her. She was tired of the games..<em><strong>I will do anything you want... just say the word...</strong></em> Her voice was deep and lustful.. Pleading to end her misery. Begging for his cock. She had to have it.. no matter the cost. <br><br>Her groans were growing more intense. She was hanging by a thread and he was her savior. Only he could give her what she needed and he knew it. In a way it made her a puppet... The fight within her was nothing. She was shallow for wanting what she did so easily, but no-one had ever come to possess her so completely and quickly as he had. She had only known him for a short while, but time before him seemed so long ago. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:26:34</strong>
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				Vaan was enjoying his power, her need. He grinned as she moaned and thrashed about. He kept his voice very controlled, speaking as if he was going to do her a favor and not just sate his own lust. "So its my cock you want huh? Are you sure? I mean I want you to be <em>sure</em> now."<br><br>He took his fingers away and pushed his pants down, showing her his cock for the first time. It was perfect for daily use, and it was as hard as any she had ever seen. It was wide enough to stretch her even further than his fingers had, and the fact that he had used them now he hoped would make sense. He got up to push his pants off, standing beside the bed naked he grinned down at her in truimph. "Is this what you want? Hmmmm. Tell me Lace, tell me where you want me to put it, I'm just not sure."<br><br>He took it in his hand and playfully bounced it, causing it to smack against his hard flat stomach. "Well, you want this do you? Where exactly do you want it, hmmm? Where should I put it? Shall I push it in your pretty mouth, or up your spectacular ass, or perhaps you want it between those delicious pussy lips? Where should I put it?"<br><br>He was grinning ear to ear, enjoying very greatly her need and want. He loved having this level of control. he slide a couple of fingers into his mouth, licking the sticky juices from his fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was teasing her.. taunting her... controlling her. She nodded to him as he continued with his questionings, whimpering <em><strong>Yes, I want it.. Yes I am sure..&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh yes I am sure...</strong></em><br><br>She felt him move away from her and she looked down her body at him. He stood almost like he was on display before her. Her eyes grew wide, her lips pursed into a closed 'O' shape as she looked at him. She couldn't help her excitement at seeing him now. When he moved, he came to the side of the bed.. his grin seemed wicked to her.. like he was enjoying every bit of this. She smiled up at him.. At his question again she nodded. He seemed to play with himself, slapping it against himself. It was like he was teasing her... She reached out to touch it.. <em><strong>Come on over here and let me have a taste.. </strong></em>she said hungrily.<br><br>She moved then, hanging her head off of the bed in an inviting way... She looked up at him from the position and he seemed huge to her now. She watched as he licked his fingers and couldn't help but grin. He had no idea how his simple movement of doing that had looked so very very bad..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blasters, Droids, and Spaceships - a Starwars Adventure(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:26:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vaan was intrigued by Lace's actions, she was choosing to hang her head over the edge of the bed. At first he did not understand what she was about, until she asked him for a taste. It dawned on him that she was asking to take him into her mouth first. He had not expected this but was not going to argue either. In fact this made it possible for him to tease her even further.<br><br>He grinned and walked over to her. he guided his cock with his hand, rubbing it lightly against her lips, but not allowing her to take it. He slid it along her cheeck, over her chin, and then against her other cheeck, leaving a line of precum. Finally he let her have control of his bodt while he reached out and touched her as well. He fondled her breasts, coming near to groping them. He licked his lips, wanting to taste them again, but the angle was wrong. He slid one hand down her taunt stomach to her shaved pussy and dipped his middle two finger in again. He was amazed as her body seemed made of elastic. Her inner muscles were gripping, clinging to his invading fingers. He took his fingers out and tasted them again, giving her an appreaciative "MMMMMM" before dipping them in again. He teased her clit with his thumb, enjoying what she was doing with him...
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