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Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Quentin found himself staring as Lady Ahkaa swayed over to the low table - the arch of her back, and the way it flowed down to meet the gentle swell of her rear was like a fine sculpture. But, he was pleased to note, none of his interest was the drug-laced near-uncontrollable lust he'd felt. No, this was simply well, mostly simply the admiration any healthy heterosexual human male would feel for someone with her graceful lines and practiced sexuality. And the fact that he was a Jedi didn't keep him from wondering what it would be like to slowly peel that sheer mint silk from her naked body. But, it did keep him from acting on it. Duty is a mountain, death a feather - another of Master Valis' aphorisms. That makes sense, she said, responding to his speculations about the effect of the honey. Nerrin kept saying that it would 'Shake the council from their cushions' if his ideas were correct. Curious now, he leaned forward. Her thoughts weren't as sharp in his mind, now, clear proof that his Force-heightened metabolism was dealing with the honey. Did he say what his ideas were? She returned with the water. He said it would re-energize the order, or something silly like that. Here you are. She offered him the cup with a polite smile. Thank you, he murmured, taking the teacup and downing the water at one go. Hardly mannerly, but heightening your metabolism was thirsty work. Re-energize the order, hm? And... you are certain he said the Knight you should expect was named Sunfell? Did he give you a full name? Sunfell is the only name Nerrin ever gave me for his apprentice, she said, refilling his cup and perching on the edge of his chair. Her proximity, and those long legs of hers made to appear longer by the way her dress rode up as she sat was mildly distracting. It's entirely possible that I have the name wrong, he only mentioned it once. Do you know him? His apprentice... he glowered, sipping at the water. Then he thought, furiously, for several minutes. I know her , he finally said. Jedi Knight Linora Sunfell, Master Neris' recently knighted apprentice. She's a... friend of mine. He stumbled ever so slightly over the word friend . This is bad. This is very bad. Rising, he returned the cup to his accidental host. I'll need to return to the Temple right away, and make a report. Please don't attempt to leave the planet - your testimony may be required. How long has he been in there? Nearly half an hour. A pause. Bastasi ! You know what this means, don't you? We have to assume we're compromised. Deal with them. Them? Yes. She's not the only source we have for the product, and she's a risk now. I'll see to it.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Her? Well, it certainly wouldn't have been the first woman Naadia entertained, but she was a little irked that Neris hadn't warned her. Women required a different approach, a firmer touch. She noted the tiny pause before he called the knight his 'friend'. Curious, but irrelevant. He probably had some rivalry with her or something equally silly. She took the cup from him, frowning as he stood. Testimony? Are you insane? I most certainly will not bring evidence against a client, dead or not! She hopped off the edge of the chair, all seduction vanishing from her mannerisms. My clients' privacy is exceedingly vital to them, and my business. If word got out that I was blabbing to the Jedi of all people... Look, it's terrible what happened to Neris, it really is, but... Naadia was interrupted by a soft chiming sound. A wave of confusion rolled off her, followed swiftly by alarm. She grabbed Quentin's arm, her grip surprisingly strong as her manicured nails dug into his sleeve. Through unseen speakers, her droid's voice issued their only warning. Mistress, several security droids are targeting the ship. The yacht shook violently and flashes of red light danced over the viewports. She was thrown, stumbling into the jedi as the teacup fell from her hand and shattered on the floor. Another shot rocked the vessel and the cocktail glasses and carafe were knocked over as well. The room smelled of imported rum and narcotic honey but the air vibrated with Naadia's unshielded horror. They have fired, Mistress. I was able to bring shields online to escape- Take off, De'o! Get us away! She ordered frantically before Quentin could object. Her bare feet suffered a few nasty cuts on the broken glass as she tore away from the Jedi and ran to the cockpit stairs. At the door, she gave the knight a particularly scathing glare. It night have been a frightening look, if it came from someone bigger or wearing more clothes. This is your fault, isn't it? Did you lead assassins here?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

No, Quentin answered calmly, I am not insane. I appreciate your concerns abiut client confidentiality, but a Jedi Master is dead - and deadin a way that calls the Order itself into question. He met her gaze unflinchingly. Imagine what would befall the Republic if... There was a chiming sound, and Lady Ahkaa gripped his arm as her droid uttered its warning. And then the ship rocked under multiple blaster impact. She stumbled into him as he fought for balance, and the discordant sounds of shattering glass and the mingled scents of honey and spiced rum filled the air. What was that ? he demanded, even as the droid supplied the answer. Take off, De'o! she shouted pushing him away as she ran towards the bridge. Get us away! What? Quentin demanded, stunned. No! Countermand that! She glared at him. This is your fault, isn't it? Did you lead assassins here? No! he snapped back, following in her wake. If there's an assassin here, it's the woman who fed a Jedi Master a drug overdose ! He shoved past, intending to stop the droid's launch by brute force, if necessary. Apparently, however, the gravatics and inertial compensators of a Luxia-VI were top of the line. He hadn't felt the launch, but the view from the canopy put them at a half-kilometer above the Coruscant skyline and rising. Great, he said, blowing air out and trying to sound positive. This works. We can just head for the Temple and... Mistress, De'o interrupted, there are six sensor contacts on an intercept vector. Quentin eyed the screen, then stared out the canopy. After a moment, he said something quite unbecoming of a Jedi. Headhunters, he grimaced. Z-95s. De'o, I need you to transmit... All communications frequencies are being disrupted, came the smooth reply. Quentin said something else unbecoming of a Jedi. Great. Just great.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Oh for... First off, it wasn't an overdose. It's impossible to consume enough pure honey to kill you and even if it was, that was a tiny dose! I have more than that in my morning tea. It's not my fault you have the constitution of a new-hatched pylat! And secondly, I thought you asked for it! She snapped, taking a moment to stare out the cockpit at the city. All sorts of lights and displays were flashing their incoherent warnings. It was horribly irritating and did nothing to soothe her terrified anger. Don't act like you didn't like it, anyway. That was not a lightsaber poking my hip. She crossed her arms under her breasts, still huffy but too nervous to press the verbal attack. Quentin's swearing made her more anxious than ever, though she couldn't comprehend his comments about 'zee ninety-whatevers'. Clearly it was a sort of ship, but that meant nothing to her. What did have meaning was the lack of communications. E chu ta... She murmured, drawing a scandalized look from De'o. Well, as 'scandalized' as a droid could look. They don't want to talk, do they? She took a deep breath that only shuddered a little. Her bare arms wrapped tighter around her chest, pulling the fabric out of place until it was almost indecent. Can you evade them? She numbly asked the droid. I can try, Mistress, but evasive maneuvers would be most unsafe at this altitude. As it is, we have likely been flagged for unlawful take-off without proper clearance. De'o sounded almost like he was scolding her for the hasty retreat. Too many marks against my piloting and I might be scrapped! Or have my software wiped. Both would be most unpleasant. I wouldn't let them do- The ship rocked as scarlet lightening ripped across the viewport and interrupted her. A glancing blow, but a shot fired none the less, and this close to the buildings? We have to go, this is bad...
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Asked for it! he snapped, completely skipping over the fact that she thought he'd been talking about himself. Asked for it? What kind of dealer simply assumes that... She turned to stare out the window. Don't act like you didn't like it, anyway. That was not a lightsaber poking my hip. Has nothing to do with this! he continued, not bothering to deny that he had found it enjoyable. Truth is truth, and all that. So, fuming, he stared out the window as well and tried to make the best of the situation by speculating that they could simply head for the Temple. But the arrival of the six starfighters and the fact that they were jamming communications shattered that particular idea. He swore, and Lady Ahkaa drew a deep breath that made her chest do interesting things to the sheer fabric she wore. Scarlet lightning rippled across the windows as the deflectors shimmered under a glancing shot. We have to go, Lady Ahkaa observed, this is bad... Really? Quentin observed dryly, before spinning to face the droid. Move. Sir? De'o asked, sounding slightly confused. Give me the controls, he expanded, taking the co-pilot's seat and examining them. I'm a trained combat pilot, and a Jedi, so unless your programming is military-grade, I suggest you shut up and hand over the controls. The yacht rocked under multiple blaster impacts, sending coruscating lightning along the deflectors and causing warning lights to flare and blink on the console. Now! Quentin snapped. Mistress..? De'o asked, voice hesitant.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

I am not a 'dealer'. You think I'm some dark-alley spice vendor? Oh, please. Forgive me for thinking that the strange jedi on my doorstep was the strange jedi due for a paid appointment later in the evening. How completely unreasonable of me! Next time I'll be sure to ask for three forms of valid identification! She continued swearing under her breath, slipping expertly between huttese and ryl. De'o's whining frayed at her nerves and all she wanted was to send them both tumbling from the airlock. It seemed like a bad idea, though. Give him the controls. If he wants to play flyboy, let him. She dragged her hands over her face and a smudge of soft violet pigment drew over her cheekbones and ruined any illusion of calm. If they try to blame you, at least I can say you weren't flying. The droid scrambled out of the pilot's chair, clearly relieved. Naadia herself slipped into the copilot's seat, though it was more for stability than to offer any help. Truthfully, she could barely land the thing. A dogfight seemed utterly ridiculous. The lovely woman wasn't even certain the copilot had any controls of their own. Flying the Luxia-VI was a single-person operation. I suppose if your theory about merakuya and the Force is correct, you should be thanking me. She shifted in her seat and fidgeted with her dress while Quentin took the helm. It was then that she noticed the cuts on her feet for the first time, the observation drawing a new string of vibrant curses. Naadia pulled her legs up and began examining the cuts for any slivers of glass. The position was most unladylike though her evident flexibility was notable. We're going to need every edge we can get. If you could refrain from damaging my ship, I would be grateful.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

De'o clambered out of the pilot's chair, and Quentin occupied it. All right, he breathed out, let's... I suppose if your theory about merakuya and the Force is correct, you should be thanking me, Lady Ahkaa grumbled, slipping into the copilot's chair and examining her bloody feet. Quentin concentrated on the controls and the readouts, trying to ignore a significant length of quite attractive leg. Thank you? he answered, disbelievingly. You drug me up, without even asking my name - and I'd think even a dark-alley spice vendor would ask for a name - and you want me to thank you ? Even as he bickered, he reached out with his senses and felt the swift-moving currents of the future. Throwing three switches in rapid succession, he sent the yacht leaping straight up two hundred meters, allowing a volley of blaster bolts to futilely slash the air beneath them. We're going to need every edge we can get, she rejoined. If you could refrain from damaging my ship, I would be grateful. Working on it, he grumbled. The Headhunter pilots hadn't been expecting that particular move, but they were already moving to compensate. Breaking off from the same plane, they took on an aerial hexagon formation. Quentin had seen it before. It was a pursuit formation, designed to box in a target that was being pursued. He grinned. They were good, but there was an obvious counter in a gravity well. Hang on, he said, grabbing the yoke and making a few adjustments. This may get a little bumpy... And with that, he brought the ship's antigravity fields to maximum power. To the Headhunter pilots, it was as if the yacht disappeared. Suddenly and completely unaffected by Coruscant's gravity, the yacht hurtled west and up at a over five hundred kilometers per hour. Then the main drives flared, adding another 800 kilometers per hour or so of acceleration. The only sign of their passage was a sonic boom, and the plasma trail left in their wake. Yee-haw! Quentin laughed as the yoke shuddered in his grip, watching as the plasma contrail died away. They'd already breached the planetary mesosphere,a nd another minute or so would put them in the exosphere. It was wildly dangerous, of course - without a filed launch corridor, they could have plowed through any number of unsuspecting ships. But the Force had allowed him to chart a safe course. This is a nice ship, he grinned, making a minor course correction. Big as is it is, I'd expected something more... sluggish. But his handles nearly as well as a snub fighter... A blinking light caught his attention, and the elation on his face died away. Kriffing sithspit, he growled without heat. They're back on our tails. And they're faster than us. He glanced at the woman in the copilot's chair. Whatever did you do to get this kind of hardware thrown at you?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

I had a name... She mumbled grumpily while drawing a particularly long shard from the ball of her foot. It's not my fault it was the wrong one. You could have introduced yourself, you know. Or do you always have women welcoming you in with open arms? His warning was not a moment too soon. Had Naadia not gripped the chair when she did, the poor woman might have been tossed across the cockpit like a ragdoll. Or in De'o's case, a tin can. Oh my! The droid tumbled into the wall, bounced off, and reeled backwards until he fell down the stairs with a very loud crash. Naadia's head whipped around just in time to see a chromed foot fall out of sight. She sighed, heavily, and gave the whooping knight a disapproving glare. Or rather, she tried to glare. He had a wonderful, youthful smile full of childish glee. Any wider and his face might have split in two and she found herself smothering a grin of her own for a too-brief moment. I don't know! Couldn't they be after you? The worry was seeping into her voice, though he could doubtless feel it through the force as well. Hopefully he hadn't felt her reaction to that adorable smile. Cute or not, she was still upset with him and did not want to stroke his ego right now. Until you showed up it was as calm as death. The only unusual event in the last month was Neris' missed appointment. And now his apprentice I suppose, but I didn't expect him, er, her, for another few hours. Of course, there was the matter of... Her stomach fell. The dead master's portion of the last shipment was still boxed up and waiting in the master bedroom. He had never picked up his share, but the several million credits were in her account. Naadia had never asked, but she suspected that Neris was buying on behalf of someone more important. Who? And why in the seven black stars would they try to kill her rather than just send a new courier? Had Neris himself been stealing to fuel his 'experiment'? That would certainly earn his own murder, but... Why go after her?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

I suppose they could be, Quentin agreed, throwing the yacht into a series of evasive maneuvers. The Headhunters were within four hundred kilometers and closing fast, putting them amply in range of the tri-blast cannons on the snub fighters. But if they are, it's because I'm investigating the death of Jedi Master Neris Khan... hang on! The scaffolding of an orbital stardock came into view. He jinked hard, sending the yacht into a spiraling course that took them through the dock structure. Twice they blasted through apertures with a scant meter's clearance on all sides, and three times he barely dodged workers and work droids who - naturally enough - had no reason to expect a yacht in their section. Reflexively he tried to kick in the afterburners as they cleared the far side of the station, only to be reminded that he wasn't flying a ship with afterburners. You remember... he added. The Jedi Master who died of a drug overdose? So, even if they were after me, they'd probably have come for you anyway. He sent the yacht spiraling back towards Coruscant, hoping they'd assume he was still making for deep space. Then he had to jerk the nose up hard as crimson blaster bolts bracketed space beneath them. Damnit, he muttered, I was hoping they'd be green . Anyway, time for plan b... Accessing the navicomp, he selected a destination at random and began the process of calculating the hyperspace translation calculations. We'll jump out of here, then make a second random hop once we arrive, then make our way back. Best case, those Headhunters aren't equipped for lightspeed. Worst case, we lose them with two random jumps. He shot her a grin. Looks like you're stuck with your strange Jedi for a while longer, Lady Ahkaa. He'd meant it as a joke. But, looking at her in the copilot's chair, he found that he was actually sort of glad for the excuse. Suppressing the rogue thought, he grabbed the hyperspace controls.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

As Quentin skillfully pulled the ship through the maneuvers, Naadia sat perfectly still in her seat. Her knuckles were white from gripping the armrests and her eyes showed several millimeters of terrified white around the green iris. Occasionally a tiny gasping squeak escaped her lips, but for the most part she was admirably silent. Once the ride turned back toward the planet she became aware of a burning sensation in her lungs. Apparently breathing was still required when one was in mortal peril. Her chest heaved rapidly, half from her panting breaths and half from the pounding of her heart. Do you always fly like this? She said with weak humor. If so, I forbid you to touch the controls once we're safe... Lands below... After this I need a very stiff drink. She gathered the remnants of her dignity and was quite pleased to realize that she had neither wet herself not started crying. The jedi tapped away at the navcomputer, somehow while still pulling them through dizzying jinks and jukes. If the force could grant this sort of piloting skill, why weren't her jedi clients more adept lovers? The thought was so ridiculous that she giggled out loud. It might have turned into a full laughing fit if their pursuers hadn't chosen that moment to begin firing wildly. Most of the shots went wide, flying harmlessly into the distance, but at least one struck a building in the distance. Naadia cringed to think of any poor sould that might have been hit. Just as Quentin keyed the last few digits, the ship rocked and shuddered. She smelled ozone and smoke, the ship chiming warnings about shield failure. That one hit... but... She leaned over, shaking visibly, and read the damage report. It was mostly gibberish, but she figured most of it out. It's not bad, just hit it. No breaches or anything serious.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

No, Quentin assured her, I don't always fly like that. Sometimes, I'm reckless . A quick grin, before he realized that he was showing off and should behave. Seriously, though... I was trying to lose them. After all, who would have expected that? With that he powered up the navicomp, remarking on how she was stuck with her 'strange Jedi' for a while longer. And then, as he reached for the drive lever, the ship shook and shuddered and warning lights flared across the displays. What was that? he asked, hand locked on the control. What happened? That one hit... but... She leaned over, shaking visibly, and read the damage report. It's not bad, just hit it. No breaches or anything serious. He shook his head. No such thing as 'not serious', not in a starship. One-handed he worked the yoke, desperately evading tribolts. But, we'll have to risk it. Hang on! The lever slid back smoothly, and the stars in the canopy lengthened into streaks before being replaced with the swirling tunnel-like effect of hyperspace. Settling back, Quentin breathed a sigh of relief. There, that's done. Looks like we'll be translating out in... he checked the navicomp, three days. Somewhere in the Expansion Region, along the Corellian Trade Spire. With that observation he turned, catching one of her shapely calfs in his left hand and lifting her foot into his lap. Here, let me look at that.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

That wasn't reckless? She asked incredulously. The flash of his smile told her that he was kidding, but... He flew too well to be new to this sort of insanity. At least the chase was over. The stars stretched into a hypnotic tube of light and Naadia exhaled in relief. She allowed Quentin to take her leg, paying more attention to the whiteness outside than the way her foot rested on his thigh. The muscles of her leg were firm and toned the skin smooth, soft, and tight. Her feet were carefully manicured and the nails lacquered with the same clear polish on her fingers. Up close it was clear that her jewelry was made of tiny silver chains and delicate filigree to hold the gems. The anklets' clasps were tiny green leaves that twined with each other like vines. After a second or two she seemed to realize the unladylike way her legs were spread. Though Naadia didn't blush or feign embarrassment, she quickly turned so that both of her feet were pointed in the same direction. Three days is an awfuly long time. I'm afraid you won't be able to contact your masters until then. She wouldn't be able to cancel her appointments either. Luckily, she was fairly certain that she only had personal appointments scheduled. Mother would just have to wait for her weekly call. The hypercomm system has been down for months. I meant to have it repaired, but I so rarely take long voyages that it just kept slipping my mind. We should have more than enough provisions, at least. How bad is it? She gestured to her foot, indicating the various cuts. It took a surprising amount of self-control to keep herself from pressing her foot against his groin. Quentin was young and attractive, and Naadia's training was strong she was far too used to seducing the men around her.