--Space Pirates-- IC

Brandon took his time. Not too long since he wasn't interested in upsetting her before looking up. "Does a man need an excuse to buy a lady a drink?" He asked looking her over. "If so then I apologize, you looked like you were a little lonely over there in the corner all by yourself and this isn't the kind of place where someone should be alone. You never can be too safe with all these weirdos hanging around." He smirked and grabbed his drink taking a sip. "Brandon Phobos. And I apologize I'm all out of cheesy pick up lines. The only one entering my mind involves a heavenly body entering my orbit, drawn in my by gravitational personality."

Allison smiled, but it wasn't amused or happy. And she laughed while looking down. Right before she quickly grabbed his free hand and put a knife right between the gap of his fingers. She squeezed his hand painfully against the knife which was implanted in the table. "Sorry. I guess I'm not what you where looking for." She said coldly and somewhat amused.
 
Brandon smiled when she laughed. That was a little better than he expe-

The rest of that thought was cut off when the blade was between his fingers and he was focusing on not making any sudden movements. Sure a cut would only take a few minutes for a doctor to patch up but that didn't mean he wanted to get cut.

"I was expecting someone a little more polite yes."
 
Allison smiled out of amusement, she put the knife back in its holder and looked him up and down a moment before askingn"You fight?" She asked in a serious tone.
 
"Do I fight?" He rolled his eye. "Occasionally. Though I'll admit, if I'm in a fight that's generally a pretty good sign that I lost control of the situation at some point. How bout you?" He let his eye wander her for a moment before returning to a quick scan of the establishment particularly on the feliniod and her friend.
 
"That sounds vaguely like a threat sir." he heard her say.
Mart walked towards the small table, bent and picked up his drink. Taking a light sip he told her, "it is my dear Cassie."
"Have i ever given you any reason to doubt me?" she asked.
Mart smiled ruefully. "You might today." he answered. "Undress miss Cassie." he requested taking another sip of his drink and staring expectantly at her.
 
Allison actually gave a amused laugh. "Ha. More then you know. Look where on this trip right and I'm the soldier. And I don't care how bad you are, I need a extra pair of hands. I got a lot of. coins too."



Celestial rushed through the ship, pausing a one to putide marts door and hearing "undress miss Cassie." She rolled her eyes and confined her quick walk through the ship. She had a plan. She went into the security room. A guard raised his pistol immediately but Celestial was also trained by Mart. She pulled him forward and knocked him out with a pistol she stole from a drunk soldier. She disabled the camaras after 10 minutes of working on it. She went into the next room, and did the same. And flipped the switch. They did something to the ship, allowing her to not use magic. She found the switch only to be brought up with a code. "Damnit" she said silently. She needed her magic if she was gonna fight. She woke up the knocked out soldier. "What's the fucking code." She hissed. After many slaps, punches and cuts he told her. She typed in the code and felt a surge of power run through her. Magic. Ah she missed it. She ran out of the room and went for the control room.
 
"You've got coins? Well now you're really talking my language." He smirked taking a sip from his drink. "So what exactly is it you're up to. I mean nothing that people need to hear. I'm not judging you or your crew mind you, I just want to know who I'll be pissing off by becoming your extra set of hands. It helps to know who you shouldn't talk to in a bar. Never know if the woman you happen to fancy is quick with a blade and a little less forgiving of clumsy tongued fools than my present company."
 
Allison face palmed and the.n looked up sighing. "Mart who is now a general and yeah kinda that whole group." She said trying to make is sound less then it really was.
 
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Nima smiled and listened politely as Darwin walked her through the finer points of his custom starship.

"D-d-do felinoids require a-a-any special l-l-living arrangements? I'm a-a-afraid that my s-s-ship was built with human n-n-needs in mind."

"Nothing in particular," she smiled and sipped her tea. "We're surprisingly compatible species in terms of diet and atmospheric needs. I do find you humans prefer higher gravity and temperatures though."

She paused, glanced across the room and mentally tried to find her bearings. "Perhaps I'm a little out of the loop, but what again is our goal for making port here?"

Darwin waved his hand dismissively. "The climate a-a-and gravity c-c-can be easily changed in y-y-your room. I h-h-have a feeling t-t-that your presence w-w-will be crucial to this ex-ex-expedition. I'll do all I c-c-can to make you f-f-feel at home." Darwin said giving Nima a rare smile. "As f-f-for why we're here, w-w-we needed supplies a-a-and new codes for the s-s-ship. Hopefully Alison h-h-has acquired e-e-everything I a-a-asked her to. And perhaps t-t-that man she's been speaking t-t-to can be hired onto the expedition. I, or perhaps w-w-we, will also need to devise t-t-the best w-w-way to pass the d-d-divide from "normal" space to deep s-s-space. We'll either h-h-have to devise a very s-s-specific route to our end destination, o-o-or build a device that will allow u-u-us to surpass t-t-the "passes" into deep space a-a-all together. If i-i-it was easy, e-e-everyone would do it." Darwin explained. He enjoyed speaking with the felinoid. He didn't feel the need to dumb anything down for her like he had to with most people.
 
"A general. Sounds fun." Brandon replied tilting his head slightly until his vertebrae audibly popped. "Anything else in particular I need to know. I love fun and danger but I'm really not big on surprises." He directed his single eye down at his mechanical arm. "Surprises aren't generally pleasant I've found."
 
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"As f-f-for why we're here, w-w-we needed supplies a-a-and new codes for the s-s-ship. Hopefully Alison h-h-has acquired e-e-everything I a-a-asked her to. And perhaps t-t-that man she's been speaking t-t-to can be hired onto the expedition."

Nima glanced back over her shoulder towards Alison and the man she was chatting with. "Do you really think that's wise?" she turned back and asked in a hush. "I'm not sure trusting a stranger you meet in a bar is good idea. Well, except for me, of course," she added with an ironic grin. "But really, another passenger is just one more who might... not see things the same way we do."

"We will also need to devise t-t-the best w-w-way to pass the d-d-divide from "normal" space to deep s-s-space. We'll either h-h-have to devise a very s-s-specific route to our end destination, o-o-or build a device that will allow u-u-us to surpass t-t-the "passes" into deep space a-a-all together."

"And by 'we' what you really mean is 'you'," the felinoid smiled just enough for the points of her corner teeth to protrude from behind her lips. "I'm afraid I can offer little more than moral support when it comes to building engines."


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"Undress miss Cassie."

The corner of the lieutenant's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Aye, sir."

Cassie begun the little disrobing ritual by first unclasping her belt and plucking free the buttons that held her double-breasted jacket closed. "I appreciate a commanding officer who knows what he likes," she commented playfully and let the jacket drape over the back of a nearby chair. The black lace bra she wore wasn't quite regulation, but she didn't suspect he'd write her up for the violation.

The first time was always the most exciting -- every superior who's bed (or desk or floor) she had graced had their own unique kinks. Admiral Barlett liked her to keep her glasses on. Commandant Zellus was all about the pigtails. Commander Syne was the giving sort and liked to share his pets. And Mart's predecessor had quite the naughty oral fixation. She pondered what the general's twist would be.

Cassie rested back in a chair opposite Mart to unzip her boots and peel away her thigh stockings. She kept her eyes to him as she raised one long, toned leg, then the other. He was playing it cool, feigning disinterest but she could smell the lust on him.

Back to her now bare feet, the lieutenant turned away to give the general a view of her heart-shaped bum as she unfastened her tiny uniform skirt and pushed it to the floor with an inviting arch back towards his view. Finally Cassie rested her glasses atop the table and freed her thick raven hair from its bun with a steady shake until it fell sensually over her shoulders.

She looked at Mart, gave him a little spin for his approval, then asked "Will that be all, sir?"

((OOC: Just for reference, here is kind of what I envision her uniform looking like.
 
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"But I will n-n-need help with calculations and f-f-formulas. Not t-t-to mention your knowledge o-o-on the ancients. Beyond the boarders o-o-of our s-s-space I'm just as c-c-clueless as the average pirate." Darwin said as he finished his drink.

"As for our n-n-new friend, d-d-desperate times call f-f-for desperate measures. I can't study and w-w-watch my own b-b-back. If worse comes, I'm c-c-confident he can be d-d-delt w-w-with." Darwin said with a shrug. "Shall we go introduce o-o-ourselves?" Darwin asked standing up and offering Nima his hand.
 
Allison nodded no and put her helmet back on. They had to go. Staying in one place to long wasn't a good idea. Especially with Mart on the loose. "Omalie do a quick scan of there ships numbers, files, and firearms. And what there currently doing. Now." She heard a buzz to signal Omalies arrival "Agent, Allison, are you sure? That will put quite a wear on my systems and might r give away our location." "Yes. Do it." She said simply and got up she signaled with her finger to Darwin and the feline woman that it was time to go. Now.
 
Brandon rose to his feet downing the last of his drink. "Well guess that means it's time." He replied somewhat whimsically. He left a card on the table to settle his debts. "So where are we headed, I wouldn't want to get lost."
 
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"As for our n-n-new friend, d-d-desperate times call f-f-for desperate measures. I can't study and w-w-watch my own b-b-back. If worse comes, I'm c-c-confident he can be d-d-delt w-w-with." Darwin said with a shrug. "Shall we go introduce o-o-ourselves?" Darwin asked standing up and offering Nima his hand.

Nima dabbed politely at the corner of her lips before accepting Darwin'a hand and standing from their table. "I hope you're right," the felinoid mused as she drew her hood back up and crossed the tavern's floor towards Allison and her new friend.
 
Mart continued sipping his drink as she puts on an erotic show for him. He feigned uninterest as she bent to remove her skirt, her ass high up and wiggled at him.
"Will that be all sir?" she asked.
Mart took one final sip then placed the empty cup on the table.
"Hardly." he replied walking up to her.
Mart stood before her, his eyes ravished her body. He was in no hurry, no his intent was to make her moist under his gaze. He slowy went round her, his eyes eating out the sumptuous meal in front of him.
Standing behind her, he drew so close his hard dick outline her ass crack. Mart crossed both hands to grab her bountiful tits, as he tweaded the nipples from behind, he whispered in her ear.
"My cock needs attention."
Mart let out a slight smile when she turned and knelt before him. She was still working on his flyers when he felt it. The jolt of energy released. He could sense it and was immediately aware of the cause.
"Celestial." he said.
With speed only brought about by the difference in race......
 
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...in race, Mart in a blur went to his wardrobe, picked up his jacket, wore and zipped it. Now back in the position he was, he placed his hand on that of Cassie who was still kneeling and calmly said. "I fear our discussion will have to be postponed." walking to the door, he grabbed a sword on the wall. "Get dressed." he said simply before stepping out.
 
Zap. Fling. Boom. Snap. As Celstial threw soldiers around. Lighting striking down on them. 48. 49....50. 50 kills so far. She was in the control room. She had a bullet in her leg. And was limping badly. She warded the door so nobody entered. It wouldn't keep Mart out for long however. Now that the control room soldiers were dead, and the others tied up. She had to get a message out. "Help. I'm with M. Find me A.-C" was what she sent out to all ships at every pirate den, space bar and hangout. Praying that Allison could get to her before her 36 days were up.
 
First thing Mart did was to turn on the switch, thereby turning off Celestial's powers. He was greatly pissed at the guard that supplied her with the code, taking him as weak and feeble.
He pulled his pistol and sent a bullet into his head, at least this time only one person knew the code. Him.
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Phasing through the baricaded door, Mart aimed his pistol at the last standing person in the control, Celestial who was talking quickly through the control room's comm.
He shot her leg and as she howled on the floor in pain, he walked to the control room, opened the door allowing his waiting troops to come in, then replayed te message she had sent.
"Just because i always keep to my words doesn't mean she'll find you in saving position in the coming days."
 
Celestial just laughed as the soldiers grabbed both her arms and stood her up. She laughed. "Oh Mart, you may have failed on me, but Allison-" she started laughing again. "She's going to kill you Mart, and you know it. Especially Cassie. Mm that will be a shame. When she gets me Mart. She'll go for Cassie first. And then you. You should've just written yourself a death write, she'll take this whole ship with me in it if she has too. Don't deny it either. She'll come." She said, her tone venomous.
 
"Hm. Ever wonder why i left you alive? No? I guess you thought i was being generous? Nah, i know you dear." he started while still pressing buttons on the glass keyboard.
"I know you will attempt to contact your friend, which you have, if i'm correct the message you sent was in an encrypted form like how i thought you girls. Thing is, every ship out there might be able to see it. Well only one can be only to decrypt it. And that's Allison 'cos she is the only other person that knows how to. Fortunately for me not you," he chuckled softly then turned to her, a red beeping glow on the screen behind him travelling along trailed lines.
"I have my encrypted messages tracked, who ever decrypts this message you have sent will immediately be a target of the Hades." he then walked towards her, his face expressionless, "Thank you Celestial i have no further use of you." With that he brought out a gun and shot both her legs and her arms.
The men holding her dropped her immediately, watching with glee as she howled out.
 
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Celestial cried out. As she fell to the floor not able to move. Allison would be able to know it instantly. She wouldn't even try to decrepit it. She knew that Allison would no instantly. But somebody would.. To bad for them. She also knew Allison would be pissed. Using her robes, she bit back her screams of pain as she tore bits of her robes and wrapped them around her bullet holes in her arms. Then her pegs. She was sweating, and had dry tears staining her face. The soldiers had left. Laughing at her disdain. She had barley made it to the Med Bay, before blacking out of dizziness and pain.


Allison waved. "I'll be in the ship." She said seriously. She walked in. Hearing a beep she looked at the controls. She opened a message and gasped as she opened it. "Celestial..." Her relief and sadness turned to anger. "Damnit Celestial!!!" She said angrily throwing down her helmet. She was putting her and Allison at great risk. Although she had been planning to make a visit. She angrily paced the ship, trying to make a plan.
 
"Why am I all but certain I darn missed something?" Brandon said to nobody in particular. Allison wasn't quite out of earshot but she clearly wasn't listening after she said she was heading to the ship. Without any other directions Brandon decided to just shut up and follow her. He could always send the coordinates to his own transport later, hell depending on what sort of 'friends' he'd just made it might be in everybody's best interest if his ship wasn't seen traveling with theirs any time soon.
 
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