Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Solstice had just placed her hands on her hips when she heard the approach from behind. The familiar snapping of twigs and the crushing of the litter underfoot should have set off an alarm. She knew better than to let anyone sneak up on her. Her father had shot her with rubber bullets time and time again to teach her to be watchful. Every bruise and every welt is a lesson, girl. Learn from them. Otherwise someone will be shooting you with bullets that are steel or iron instead of rubber. He would say to her. As a younger woman, Solstice would cry and curse him for hurting her, his only child. As she grew she took the pain without a wince. Her pain was silent. Through her refusal to react to pain, she was able to become one of the few warriors Fraundia had to stake their claims on. As a kingdom, Frandia was not considered wealthy. Unlike what her adversaries, Solstice did not grow up in a city where sleek buildings were constantly built to be taller and more attractive than the last. In Frandia, her fathers home was surrounded by acres and acres of green. Many of their subjects were farmers or craftsman- living out life like people had done hundreds of years ago. The homes were much simpler, the people were more laid back, and the focus was happiness. People got to do whatever they wanted to do. That's why Solstice had gotten to be a pilot while, on most other planets, the majority of pilots were male because of the training they had to endure first. Few individuals finished the training required to be titled space pilots on Frandia. Solstice had been at the top of her class. Obediently, Solstice turned to the man and rose both of her hands slowly into the air in submission. In a silent act of rebellion, she placed her hands on the back of her skull rather than her neck. She tangled her long fingers in the locks of auburn hair, and stared him down. Those blue eyes of hers would burn holes through them if they could. Oh how she wished he had died in that crash. She wanted nothing more than for him to burn for all eternity as he stood there threatening her life for the second time that day. For some reason, however, it was almost more infuriating to have him threatening her now. Airship battles were inadvertently violent- that was the entire point of them. Cornering her now when she, obviously, had no means of escape was cowardice. You weren't supposed to bring a knife to a fist fight. Unfortunately, you only get me, sweetheart. I'm a one man show, and I shot you down. She grinned crookedly. It was obvious to her that the man was a little taken aback by her entire existence. If there was anyone else from Frandia here, they'd be taking your head off right now. Since I'm alone, that task is up to me. Don't worry, I'll put it at the top of my to do list. She give him a wink, taunting him. If he was going to shoot her, he was going to do it no matter what she said. The way she saw it, she might as well crawl under his skin a little bit first. That way he might remember her after she died as the woman who shot him down and still gave him a tongue lashing when he cornered her with a gun. Those 26 you killed? Farm boys. Unfortunately, Frandia doesn't have a whole lot of ace pilots to call its own. In order to fight this war, we've had to recruit many who have no training. So good job. You shot down people who had probably only flown twice before you shot him down. Might as well be killing babies, asshole. She practically hissed at the man. She was not impressed by his cockiness, but he had the upper hand here undeniably. Listen to me. This planet is not friendly to those of us who are small, soft, and mushy. You might want to save that things charge. Her advice was true. This planet was known for being home to hostile native species. Solstice had her own arms making themselves at home over each of her wide hips, and given her attire of green army-style pants and a matching jacket over a grey wife beater they were likely very visible to her adversary. She had had a fleeting idea to grab for them initially, but by the time she grabbed them he would likely already shot her with one of his lasers. Not to mention if she somehow survived this, she would need those bullets. It was going to be awhile before anyone would pick her up. It was amazing, really, that they had not found and eaten either of them yet. Especially Solstice, who had been passed out in her ship for hours now. If you were smart. you'd take me out with your hands rather than your gun. Save that thing for something you can't kill without it. How much trouble could a sweet little girl like me be anyway? She placed an over exaggerated pout on her face, something that mocked the crying baby dolls that had once been adored by little girls on earth. She waited then. All she needed was a half a second of hesitation by him and that gun, and she would strike. A sneeze, moment of fear, blink, anything. Unfortunately it didn't look like she was going to get any of those treats this time. However she had a hunch. He hadn't shot her yet, so what if there was something stopping him? Whether is was an intent to torture and question her or let her run, she was going to take a chance on it rather than die like a muzzled dog. She bolted at him, and she was fast. Solstice made sure to navigate in an irregular line so that his shot at her wouldn't be as easy. Not only had she learned it was hard to hit a moving target, it was even harder to hit an unpredictable one. Managing to get close without getting shot, she body slammed the man. Within this proximity, Solstice finally realized how much bigger he was than her. Solstice stood at a compact five foot two inches of sheer muscle tone hidden between feminine curves. While she didn't have the largest bust, the woman had a derriere indicative of her workout. An athlete, yes, but still obviously a woman even as she knocked the unexpecting pilot off of his feet using all of the force she could muster. She grinned in the moment she heard his back hitting the dirt, landing on top of him a split second later. In a calculated movement, she placed her knees hard into the insides of each of his elbows, her boots on each of his hands, kicking his gun from his hand. Solstice definitely did not have a mass advantage here, but all she could do was hope that the discomfort of her weight equally distributed onto each of his forearms in addition to her actual 120 lbs was enough to keep him down. Without hesitation, she grabbed onto his helmet and ripped it from his face. Her dad had always taught her to hit where it hurt first. Her enemys face was handsome, undoubtedly, but she couldn't let that stop her. She punched him hard, her knuckles making contact with the surface of his jaw. She punched him again in the collar bone, hoping to break the surprisingly brittle bone on the front of his chest. Solstice wailed on him a few more times before one of her hands shot back to the back of her belt. From there, she produced a very simple throwing blade, one of three she had, and pressed it firmly to the man's throat. You better start singing for me, pal. Why does the dominion want our land? She dug the sharp point into his flesh carefully, causing a small bean of blood to slowly form and eventually drop down the side of his neck. She would kill him as soon as she had the answers she was looking for.