Thread: Countless Stars, Unending Possibilities (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Even though the captain and first mate gave each other a lot of crap, it was obvious that they operated like a well-oiled machine. They seemed to read the mind of the other and Jace would start a task and Raff would finish it. Sometimes this extended to sentences. A common one was Jace Angle the. Raff, Deflector shields, got it. Jace navigated them through the hail of ruby and verdant laser bolts. The ship juked and jinked moving fluidly through dips, loops, and barrel rolls. Jace could see the two fighters closing in trying to get them in a pincer maneuver, while the converted Illuminati Interplanetary Armed Forces shuttle was dead ahead. Watch it, that shuttle is readying a tractor beam. Jace nodded at Raffs words, Yeah, classic maneuver amateurs CC, the AI admitted a burst of static that sounded like he was clearing his throat, A classic maneuver it might be but studies have shown that the tactic is affective 72 percent of the time. You dont think Im in that top 28 of pilots CC? Seriously? Jace said as he jerked the ship up on its side to avoid a blast of fire. And really, why are you spouting your military tactic jargon at me? Because, thats why they pay me the big bucks, sir the Robot responded. Dude, you dont get paid, youre a droid. Oh dont tell me that, it makes my poor heart just burst. CC responded. Jace and Raff just snorted. Finally Jace seemed to remember that he had been talking to Laela. He then addressed her, answering her questions. Theyre after you. I didnt do a goddamned thing to them. Right, cause they were totally ok with the fact that you blew up their battle cruiser. Raff said dryly. I told you they shot first. The bastards shot at me for trying to rescue the damned LumesExcuse the term your highness, old habits die hard. Jace said, at least showing some decency to realize that he was using a rather derogatory term for her people, even if he made no apology for the slightly mocking term your highness which was how he seemed to address her. With luck well get out of this. If not, it was nice meeting you Lady Quenton. Raff said, somewhere between sincere and joking. Oh fuck. He groaned. Hal was sure that if they gave awards for such things as she was doing to him, she would win, hands down. It was so good it almost made him forget about the dreaded visit from his cousin. His cousin was a tool, the trying part was she was unaware she was a pawn in his glorious chess match and so he had to pretend he cared about her, feign interest in her, when in all honesty he just wanted to tell her how she was just a wrung in his social ladder. He was drawn back out of his inner thoughts as she took him all the way, her soft gagging noises exciting him getting his attention. He let his smile widen as his hand forced her farther, relished the noise of his cock burying itself into her throat. He was in control, but he did not hinder her movements completely, this was still about her pleasing him, so when she pulled off his cock to lick and kiss down the shaft he let her. After all, she was the expert cocksucker here, not him, if she thought he would enjoy it, so much the better. Hal could feel himself growing close when suddenly there was a knock on his door. His face darkened with his growing ire, who would dare to interrupt him, what was their reason. Enter. He barked even as he pressed the womans head down his shaft once again, making it very clear that she was to continue to service him even through this interruption. A young woman pushed open the door, one of Halmirs secretaries, it was clear that she was the one selected to interrupt his fun for her face was already red with embarrassment. Her stammering words only confirmed the suspicion. Your pardon, sir, but General Tholl believes that you should see something on the news. One moment he seemed to try to focus on her nametag, but was unable to read it from across the room, Miss this will only take another minute. With that Hal let the moan he had been holding back escape his lips. He had felt her continuing what she was doing between his legs and he was ready to explode. His smile only widened as the poor administrator stood there, her cheeks flaming red as she watched the lewd display as Halmir Quinn, her boss obviously experienced a sexual release into the mouth of a red-haired womans mouth right in front of her. It was customary for Illuminati officials to indulge in such activities however in the inner sanctum such displays were kept behind closed doors. However out here on the rim, who would dare to frown on Hal for what he did, who would care. He was Governor Halmir Quinn, lord of the outcasts and criminals. When he was done he slowly let his hands slip from the long red waves of hair, at last letting the woman up off his cock. He pulled his pants back up and tucked himself away, Arianas body blocking most of his actions sparing the poor administrative assistant the full view of her boss. Hal finally settled himself back in his large leather desk chair and wheeled to face his monitor on the extravagant wooden desk, that he had had flown in from Humera, it was actually real wood not a synthesized version of it. He flipped on the screen and adjusted the news. The static cleared to show what appeared to be a space battle. A freighter was being swarmed by two fighters and a shuttle. Just what am I seeing here? That looks like an IIAF Shuttle, but those corsairs, theyre not Armed forces. Taking his questions as an invitation the assistant walked further into the room. Tholl didnt notify me about any military engagements. Not to mention, you expect me to believe anything this news program puts up on the air? Its nothing but lies and garbage anyway. The young woman gulped and cleared her throat, General Tholl asked me to come and explain to you what you are seeing. Then explain it to me for god sakes quit yammering on about nothing and just tell me. The woman wrung her hands for a second before explained her eyes flicking briefly to Ariana and then back to Hal, almost asking if Ariana was privileged to hear such information. That is an IIAF shuttle, sir. However, it is not one of ours. If you look closely. Here she boldly took a step forward, tapping Hals screen freezing the image, enlarging the image of the shuttle. You can see here, that its colors are wrong. It It isnt in IIAF gray and white. Hal finished for her. So mercenaries or pirates? The intelligent governor assumed. The woman nodded, glad that he was catching on. Hal continued, filling in more of the details without the womans input. That appears to be a Dragonian Freighter. The design was instantly recognizable, both because of its distinctive Dragonian grace, but also for the sheer commonness of the sight, they were everywhere, Dragonia designed most of the ships outside the inner sanctum. Their orbital shipyards churned out hundreds of these ships a year. So, theres some kind of pirate mercs out after a shipper. Why the hell do I care? Why am I seeing this? Tell Tholl that if hes so angry about them having one of his shuttles he shouldnt have lost the damned thing in the first place. The woman seemed to shift from foot to foot in her nervousness, You misunderstand sir. Its just that he feels this is of concern, he feels something is afoot seeing as we lost contact with the Helios Pride almost an hour ago, now a reporter has captured footage of pirate activity.well sir, he feels theyre connected and thatwell something might have happened to the Pride There werent words. He would kill someone. He stood up, untangling himself from Ariana where he had been still petting her hair as she sat next to him now. He stalked over getting right in the other womans face. What did you say? You lost contact with my familys ship an hour ago and I am just hearing about it now? Justwhyis that? he growled through his teeth, punctuating each word with a stab of his finger at the woman. Well uh You know how fickle technology is out here, sir. We honestly thought nothing of it at first they were not due to land for another half an hour. And well, you were uh here her eyes flicked again to Ariana, Occupied, and we did not feel it was necessary to, interrupt you for -- such a trivial matter as fickle equipment. Hal snarled and shoved the administrative assistant away from himself, Fine, fine, as you say. I want answers I want to know what is going on out there, and find my cousins ship, or someone will pay!