Crashed Cat (closed for dragonrazor)

[dragonrazor]

Rouge raised an eyebrow at her words, looking over his shoulder at her mention of all the metal. He held up his hand, motioning her to follow closer. As they ascended the boarding ramp, the scenery changed. In place of the metal corridors, there were rich, almost luxuriant tapestries, hardwood walls, thick, cushiony carpeted floors, and beautiful plantlife in the shape of benches, tables, and many other things. There were also holographic paintings on the walls, and in the lounge in the center of the main deck, a fountain of crystals, around which were tables, a bar counter, and stools.

He motioned to a door just off the main deck, and smiled. "That's the Presidential Suite, for lack of a better term. There's a cushy bed, a full sized shower, a few other things. I had it furnished for VIPs, so most of the furniture is hardwood, bolted to the floor, and rather heavy. But I don't think you'd have much you need to write or anything, right? Anyways, I'll be in the Captain's cabin. The one marked C, down the hall. If you need anything, just push the button beside it and it rings in the room."

He smiled, then kept going down the hall. At the aforementioned door, he stepped through, moving through the spacious cabin to a bed, and pulled on a pair of boxers, before climbing in under the sheets to get some rest himself. He told the computer to keep an eye out for anything that could potentially be dangerous, and set an alarm as well.

 

[Sasha25]

Cheetara stepped into the quarters and sighed. It was much less metal, but still very austere, in a luxurious way. It wasn't... natural. She went to the mirror and saw that her fur was still out of place from the quick bath, and set about brushing it with her fingers. Going to the sink, she got a glass of water, and than another, thirsty still from the days actions.

This could be worse, she thought. He's company, and a warrior besides. Someone alien might be worth spending some time to understand. After feeling ready to sleep, she went to the bed. Soft sheets, firm, to her liking and she sank down into it. She drifted into a quick, deep sleep, once she could give herself when she needed.

After a long sleep, she woke and the room was still the same. She saw that her own leotard was now clean and whole, laying on a dresser in the far corner of the room. Next to it, was a jumpsuit in a pale gold color, shining, supple. She decided to try that one and found it fit her perfectly, thanks to the computer, though it seemed to accentuate her breasts somewhat. No doubt a suggestion from Rogue. Males. Her legs and arms were bare, but that is ask she liked it. Deciding to keep it, she left the corridor and walked down to the door marked C and knocked.

 

[dragonrazor]

In truth, Rouge had seen the initial design the ship's computer had put forth, and nixed it immediately. It looked like something a stripper would wear. So he told the computer to redo it, and gave some suggestions. The resulting outfit made it look like her belly was bare, while accentuating her bustline, her hips, and her arse. He knew better than most the effect a barely dressed woman could have in a fight, and figured she'd at least find the advantage amusing if it ever worked. He'd even had the computer mimic her spot pattern on her midriff, to make it look seamless. He'd briefly considered a full body outfit that did the same thing, but after he'd examined her prior outfit, he knew she wouldn't like that very much. But the fabric was far more protective than her old outfit, and came with matching boots and gloves.

He'd even spent some time, prior to sleeping, examining the extending staff she carried. It was an impressive weapon, he decided. Something akin to the Power Pole of the legendary Monkey King, Son Gokuu, though he immediately noticed that only its length changed, not its girth. Even more amazing was the fact that it was such a simple design. He'd at first thought it would only work for her, but it was easily operated even by the computer, much to Xavier's alarm when the ship had first tested it out. It had taken out the primary cameras in two rooms when the ship was scanning it. The computer had not been amused by it, nor by the laughter with which it was greeted when it told Rouge.

Still, they'd copied the basic design, throwing in a few other elements that occurred to him. The result was something akin to the Force Lance weapon from the science fiction series, Andromeda. He left one beside her outfit with her original weapon, in case she found it amusing. After a few hours of sleep...he never slept very much anymore...he had gone into one of the large, empty cargo spaces that he'd converted into a gymnasium, and done some training of his own. He fought holographic enemies, the light constructions almost but not quite as solid as the real thing, and it would have been evident to any onlookers just how much combat he'd seen in spite of his attempts to bring about peace. And not just with one or two weapons, but with many weapons of a variety of types. As he stood there, almost as naked as the gladiators of Ancient Rome, swinging a long, thorned whip around with one hand, while firing a handgun with expert, seemingly inhuman accuracy, he almost didn't hear the beep of the ship's computer.

"Xavier, pause program. Direct Miss Cheetara down here, if you would please." The acknowledging beep was followed immediately by the resumption of the training program.

 

[Sasha25]

Awake and training. This should be interesting, Cheetara though as she followed the lit corridors towards the training room. When the door was opened, she saw him, mostly naked, sweating, shooting a humanoid in the chest with an energy weapon as he flicked the whip to decapitate another. The enemies vanished and she could see that the enemies were fabricated.

He was impressive, a physical specimen despite the young age his body showed. She began to wonder if she could match him in combat. She had wished now that she had brought her staff with her, then saw it on the floor near the doorway. So Rogue had taken it to examine. She had no issue with it. Understand the weapon is only part of it's quality. It's ease of use and the skill of the warrior is the other.

At a pause in the onslaught of computer-made enemies, Cheetara coughed to get Rogue's attention. She found her breath rather husky as the excitement of battle has aroused her senses.

"Would you like a real opponent, Rogue? Perhaps a bit of sparring. I would ask you not use your energy weapon, but by all means, keep your whip. I can see you have analyzed my weapon, and not doubt done the same for me. I would still like see what you can do against a thinking enemy."

She grasped her staff, extended it and flexed her arms and legs. The sleep had done her good, and just to show-off a bit, she ran around the space 10 times as fast as she could. Properly warmed up and feeling ready, she stopped and faced Rogue.

A though occurred to her as she gauged him. No doubt he had been at it for quite awhile, yet look like he was without fatigue. She crouched into a defensive position, daring him to strike first and bare her teeth. Then another thought hit her and almost distracted her completely.

She was aroused.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge raised an eyebrow, watching Cheetara as she challenged him to a bit of friendly sparring. He had to admit, the thought of seeing how his little accident made him stack up against some of the stronger fighters in the galaxy did give him a bit of a thrill. As she ran around the room a few times to warm up, he smiled. She looked striking in her new outfit, and he was rather impressed with how well it fit her. Leave it to Xavier to get that accurate with the measurements. He swore sometimes that someone had programmed the mind of some sort of sex fiend into his computer when he wasn't looking.

He pondered for a moment what she said about the handgun, then shrugged. He tossed it onto a pile of clothes, and then tilted his head, regarding the tall, busty blonde for a second. He had no idea what she was thinking, as he couldn't tell much from her face aside from her obvious excitement. However, he himself noticed that he was a great deal attracted to her. He could have seen himself taking her to his bed, were they not about to fight. Okay, play fight, but something told him she was used to playing rather rough.

He saw a sudden, distracted gaze about her, and flicked the whip up past her ear, grabbing hold of a sheathed sword hanging from the wall behind her. He pulled it back, and it just missed her as it flew towards his outstretched hand. With a flick of his other wrist, the sheath was on the ground beside him, and the blade was held downward from his hand. "Well, shall we then?"

 

[Sasha25]

Cheetara only flinched a few inches as the whip flew past her. She was aware of the weapons on the wall and knew instinctively that the first movement wasn't an attack. She began to move around, pace by pace, in a circle to her right, looking at her opponent, the adrenaline rising in her, giving her the extra energy needed against such a trained warrior. Her mind clear and exhilarated, her staff turned over and over in her hands, then just as a bit of a show, she twirled it so fast, it appeared as a golden shield before. Indeed, it had acted as such many times, deflecting blades, rocks and the slowest of energy weapons.

Rogue just stood waiting, with a slight smile. She hope he would enjoy this. She knew she risked death, as the blade and whip could do generous damage. Friendly sparring could turned fatal, if the combatants got carried away. She didn't want to kill him. She wanted exercise.

She darted forwards quickly, not at top speed, but with the quickness most bipeds couldn't manage and leveled a blow towards Rogue's midsection. Her teeth were bared and she readied for the counter.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge smiled at her movement. She already seemed to be enjoying herself, but she was holding back considerably. He had to smile at that. She moved forward, swinging her staff towards his belly. While the female Thunderan moved quickly, he knew that it wasn't even close to what she was capable of. It was also a strike that an amatuer would try to parry. But after two millenia, Rouge was no amatuer. He sidestepped the swing of the staff, flicking the whip down and to the side. The result was a tripwire, that the feline woman ran right into. And to help her along, she got a swat on the hind end with the backside of the long, single-edged sword.

He grinned impishly as he regarded her, stepping back from her to give her a bit more room. He offered a salute with the sword, then waited for her next attempt. The previous move had been more of a taunt than anything else. A challenge, telling her that holding back is a bad idea. He hoped she viewed it as such.

 

[Sasha25]

Pulling her staff back to half length, she grinned, baring her sharp teeth and turned, facing away and sped to the wall, running up the side to the ceiling. She stopped right above him and dropped, flying down right at Rogue. She could see the whip flash, but she instead extended the staff completely again as it hit the floor and vaulted down behind him, sweeping out with her leg.

She no longer wanted to bait and test Rogue. He was tested already, she didn't need to do that. She wanted to let loose, with the frustration of her departure from Thundera, the crash, and everything else. This was no-holds-bar now. In the instant that her leg approached Rogue's and he started to move, she could smell him, see the sweat on his skin. His scent was far different than any Thunderan male. It was less musky, less feral, but not less masculine.

And she liked it.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge saw the grin, and was surprised to see the very sharp feline teeth. He was even more surprised to see the tall, busty blonde run up the wall, darting in his direction along the ceiling. But it was immediately apparent what she planned, even as she dropped down. As Rouge swung the staff, the crack of the material ringing loud, Cheetara had used her staff to vault over the swing, dropping down behind him. And that was her mistake, as she tried a sweeping kick. Instead, the whip, its thorns retracted, whirled around, wrapping around her outstretching ankle.

As she tried to sweep him off his feet, he jumped back over the leg, then yanked on the whip, tugging her along and flinging her into a pile of padded mats used for protection from falls. He grinned impishly as he flicked his wrist, recalling the whip to his side. "Nice move. Most people probably get caught offguard by it, I bet?"

 

[Sasha25]

Most warriors would chafe at such a casual defense of a very good move, but Cheetara instead smiled and laughed.

"Many warriors do take that move lightly, though I often do not have a ceiling to use it. You do well to learn so quickly, Rogue. You will make an excellent sparring partner." Cheetara's enjoyment and excitement increased and she got to her feet again. She twirled her staff as a flourish, then moved to her left, her less natural side. Taking several paces forwards, switching the staff to one hand, she darter forwards, to the sword hand of Rogue and lunged forwards, staff end towards his shoulder. The move would obviously knock the sword from his hand.

But Cheetara was watching the whip, smiling to herself. Use it Rogue, it's your best weapon against a speedy opponent.

 

[dragonrazor]

It didn't occur to Rouge right away that the move was a feint...a trap to get him to use the whip. It should have, in retrospect, he realized, as the whip curled around the arm of the female Thunderan, clearly what she was waiting for. The shift in stance was immediate. As he dodged to the side to avoid the staff blow, and tried to hold the whip steady, he realized things had taken a turn for the worse. The sudden burst of speed caught him offguard, and he couldn't hold his ground.

As this occurred to him, it also occurred to him that he might have sounded a bit condescending, and figured this was karmic payback, wincing as he hit several walls. He also thought that he could probably have used a wider, more open training area.

 

[Sasha25]

A flick of her wrist and the whip released and Rogue tumbled into the same mats that Cheetara had been laying on moments before. She was glad that he had fallen for the trick, though not completely. He seemed to understand during the middle and steadied himself. She could have directed him to hit the walls harder, which might cause real damage.

However, she was elated that she could really let loose. Her chest heaved as she watched him gather himself, testing the whip, retrieving the sword. She wouldn't try using her speed again, she knew he would be prepared for it now, as experience as he seemed to be. In fact, she though it was time to get closed. She drew her staff up and laid it down on the floor, and assumed a stance for hand to hand combat. Thought she smiled inwardly, her teeth here slightly bared, not in a snarl, but in a look of intense concentration.

She knew he would be skilled her too, and was ready to let him come to her.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge tumbled onto the mats, glad he'd placed them there. As he righted himself, climbing back to his feet, he stetched. He tested the whip again, making sure there was no damage to it, and then picked up the sword. He pondered what to do, and slid it over to her. "Could you put that back in its sheath please? It's near your right foot."

He turned to curl the whip up, having noted her stance. She wanted hand to hand, so best to put the weapons away. He hung the whip on a peg on the wall, then turned to look at her. He studied her style for a moment, and realized it resembled Shaolin Kung Fu, Tiger Claw style. It made sense, he thought, as he noted the long, sharp claws that tipped her Thunderan fingers. He reached over to a nearby shelf, and pulled a pair of gloves off of it. He tugged them onto his hands, wanting to protect them from the claws, and then flexed them slightly. The material was a synthetic leather. Lightweight, breathable, but highly durable and flexible. On top of that, they had interlocking metal plates covering the fingers to protect the knuckles.

He turned back to her again, and dropped into his own stance, based on the form of Wushu used by the man who taught Bruce Lee. At first glance, most considered it a defensive martial art, but it had been developed by the female cooks in the city below the Shaolin temple. It was one of the old, wise monks who had discovered its applications, by getting into an altercation with the head chef at a local restaurant and getting resoundingly beaten by the old woman. Ever since, the Shaolin monks had been practicing it along with the forms of Kung Fu.

 

[Sasha25]

He knew his own arts well, she thoughts as the distance closed between them. His stance was familiar, yet strange at the same time. As if they knew the same art taught by different people from different times. As they tested each other, his scent filled her nose again, stronger in sweat and that specifically human scent that so intrigued her.

She was reminded of times with her lover, where they played a game in the large forest near their shared home, leaving their scent markings on trees for each other to find. It was very feral, even for the evolved Thunderans, but they loved the play, and inevitably made love into the morning hours after.

It was that thought that made Cheetara lose her focus and suddenly, she was tumbling to the floor, grunting in frustration. A moment later her shoulder was pinned to the floor by Rogue who was grinning. She tried to pull away and rise, but he was too quick and she was kept on the floor.

 

[dragonrazor]

After a few thrown punches and traded kicks, Rouge saw an opening that he would have been foolish to ignore. The blonde seemed to loose her focus as she swung her leg towards him, and he grabbed the ankle, using his other hand to knock her off balance mid-kick. Then he went further, pushing with the hand and using the one around her ankle as a fulcrum. The result was a catapault motion that sent Cheetara crashing to the floor. Rouge seized the opportunity to pin her to the floor, his hands holding her arms down. The result was that he was only a few inches away from her face, and the rest of her body couldn't get any leverage.

He grinned impishly at the circumstances as the Thunderan woman struggled under him. His grin disappeared slightly as her struggles bumped into the erection he'd gotten from being so close to her. He started to move away, to give her a bit of room, when he suddenly felt himself pulled closer to her.

 

[Sasha25]

The heat and closeness of him was too much. As she breathed hard, staring, she felt his erection, and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him back down, so his hardness pushed right against her leg. She stared another minute into that grin, not arrogant or self-satisfied, just... playful.

Well, she could play, and she kissed him hungrily. He didn't know how fierce a lover a Thunderan woman could be if properly excited, and from his scent and the sparring, she certainly was. Her shark teeth grazed his lips, but she knew well enough not to pieces his flesh, not yet. He might recoil at the taste of blood in his mouth, specifically his own. Her hands moved to his back, claws bare but not scratching.

She knew this art, as well as fighting.

 

[dragonrazor]

The kiss caught him offguard at first. But Rouge quickly returned it, deepening it. As he felt the strong, soft arms wrapped around him, the legs pulling him closer, his own hands settled on her body, working their way under her clothes. One hand came to rest on her full, firm breasts. He squeezed gently, even as his other hand came to rest on her arse, massaging it. His tongue slipped out, pressing against her lips, before pushing past them, rubbing up against hers.

As the two of them explored each other's bodies, making out like horny, curious schoolgirls, their body temperatures rose, and their desire increased. He was harder than he could remember being in a long time, and he fully intended to make her scream his name over and over again. When he finally broke the kiss, and started to remove their clothes, that's when their tryst was cut short. He had his length out, and was about to plunge it into her, when the ship's proximity sensor warning went off, alerting them to a larger jungle creature that was getting a little too close.

He stopped, swore fluently in about forty languages, and stood up suddenly, growling loudly as he headed for the cockpit, tugging his pants back up. The swearing continued for a lengthy period, as he checked the sensors, and saw, just outside the artificially generated ridge's camoflauge, a rather large, bipedal theropod. One with horns and teeth, always a nasty combination.

 

[Sasha25]

Cheetara let out a bellow of frustration as Rogue rose, and she saw a flash of his muscled buttocks as he pulled his pants up. In her anger, she didn't bother dressing as she follow him to the cockpit. She looked over his shoulder to see the display, the outline of a massive beast. She hissed.

"Give me two blades. No beast interrupts me with a male. I'll tear it's throat it myself."

Cheetara grabbed Rogue before moving and kissed him hard, groping his crotch with a growl, then stormed away, asking the computer for directions to the armory. While there, she chose two long straight swords, testing their heft and balance. She wasn't adept with blades as she was with her staff, but these would do more damage.

She turned back around when Rogue entered, smirking.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge was surprised by the groping and the deep, passionate kiss. But he watched as she walked down the hall. He followed her more slowly, pondering the creature's build and thicker skin. The skull looked like it was the type with a heavier bone structure for armor. He watched as the Thunderan woman picked out a couple of longswords, studying her for a moment. Then he crossed to a wall, and shook his head, grabbing a key and using it to open a covered display case.

Out of it, he pulled two blades of a truly unique design. They were long, single-edged swords, with short handles. On each handle was a rounded socket through which one would put a finger, with a small piece of recessed metal as a trigger. The back of the blades had a round tube, extending all the way to the tip. Sticking out from one part, just above the hilt on each blade, was a cartridge slot, which he proceeded to load with cartridges counting armor piercing shotgun shells. He looked at her, and raised an eyebrow.

"These will probably work better. Simple enough to use too. Swing, and pull the trigger at the moment you make contact. The force of the shells increases the power of the swing, and the devastation of it."

 

[Sasha25]

She took the strange weapons, dropping the others and tested them. A projectile weapon attached to a blade. It seemed rather strange, but as she tried the movement and squeezing the trigger during the strike, it did seem rather interesting.

She watched as he took another set for himself. The might be his own design, based on how me moved them fluidly, and then paused to load the projectiles.

"I suppose i should dress in something before we go out to battle. Though I used to fight wild animals in the woods of my home naked. I didn't kill them of course." She said that proudly. "I don't intend to wrestle this beast, but if you have no objection, I rather not the burden of clothes."

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge considered what she said for a moment, then shrugged. He honestly hoped to frighten the beast away rather than kill it, if they could. The one from earlier had been...unreasonable. But this one wasn't likely to be any different, so as he strapped the two blades to his back in custom sheathes, and attached clips to his vest, he smiled at her words.

When he spoke again, he looked into her eyes. "When we're done with the beast, we'll finish where we left off." He pulled her close, grinding against her lightly, and then pulled away, heading for the boarding ramp again.

 

[Sasha25]

Cheetara continues to learn about her new weapons, looking through the moving blades as Rogue prepared himself. She had often gone into battle aroused from previous lovers, and found the extra energy always made her deadly. It also made her reckless, but her skill allowed for such things.

Her hips met his and she growled low, lustful, and nipped her teeth, before he turned away. Her scent was strong, she knew, and it would draw the beast, perhaps enflame it, but that would make the beast reckless to.

Once out into the open jungle, near silence met their ears. The beast, whatever it was, waited nearby. She stayed on Rogues flank, several feet away, letting him lead with the larger number of weapons. She crouched down, prowling, moving almost silently in the thick jungle growth.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rouge moved quietly through the jungle until they met open undergrowth. They couldn't see the creature, but they had a general idea of where it was. So they headed in the direction indicated by the computer. He knew Cheetara was following behind, and he held out a couple of fairly large caliber assault rifles in front of him, just in case. When the crash through the undergrowth finally took place, it was behind them, something he hadn't expected. It was the behavior of a crocodile, and he whistled sharply when it happened. He whirled, taking aim over Cheetara's shoulders, and fired with the heavy weaponry. The bullets arced past her, hitting their target. But they didn't do much damage, do to the thick skull.

 

[Sasha25]

She heard the whistle then the crash as the beast lunged at her. Rogue's shot his it's face, but it barely stumbled, snapping monstrous jaws are her. She skidded to the side out of the way and swiped at it's forelegs, which she struck, but it's hide was very thick as well.

Reptile, she screamed inside her own head. It made her blood boil to see such a beast her, though obviously smart for a beast, it was still just a beast. She flew up and it went for Rogue who was still firing, and landed just behind it's midsection, away from the blasts hitting it's face. She tried to dig her blades into it, under it's scales, but no use. She tried firing the projectiles from the weapon, but also no damage.

She slid backwards, bouncing as it moved, and tried to get underneath, hoping it's underbelly was softer. In a miscalculation, she didn't think it's tail, which flicked towards her and knocked her off, into a nearby tree. Her vision dazed, she lost herself for a moment, as thunderous sounds filled the area around them.

 

[dragonrazor]

The fight was taking a turn for the worse as bullets did little more than dig into skin. Even the blades were proving rather ineffective, though they were loaded with armor piercing rounds. He made a mental note to have the ship scan the creature and try to recreate a synthetic armor based on the hide, before dropping both assault rifles and pulling a pair of grenade launchers from his hips. He waited just long enough for the creature to open its jaws, and fired two rounds from the old-fashioned rotary launchers. They exploded in the beast's mouth, sending teeth and face everywhere, but only seeming to enrage the beast.

As Rouge dodged to the side again, luring it away from the dazed Thunderan, he pondered his options. He threw the grenade launchers aside, having the ship's computer make note of their position. Then he pulled a handgun from a pocket, pressing a switch on it. The gun's barrel started to glow, gathering energy as the battery in it charged. As the beast lunged again, a beep let him know the gun was ready. He brought it up, holding it with both hands, and pulled the trigger. From the barrel, a beam of light shot out, widening into a large, blast, which slowly disintegrated the head of the reptilian monster, before vanishing into nothing. As he slowly lowered the weapon called a Phase Gun, breathing heavily, he shook his head.

He staggered in the direction Cheetara flew, and tried to find her. "Hey, you okay?"