Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Jack had zero interest in doing any physical training today, she just wanted to spar now that she knew that she'd be up against Miranda. Besides, Shepard knew that she trained on her own all the time anyways it wasn't like it would be a punishment if she got assigned some extra exercise to complete later. After all, she liked constructive uses for her time, she could only stare at her ceiling for so long before she got bored. Jack didn't have any responsibilities on this ship, not unless the Commander took her out on a mission and so a lot of her time was spent exercising in her small 'quarters' or here in the Hangar Bay. But she wasn't just a work-out meathead like Jacob that did 500 sit-ups a day and polished guns. She was a little more complex than that... Jack actually liked to -read- when she wasn't training or contemplating her escape from this ship. And she had researched Alliance biotic training techniques, as well as asari ones which were boring and seemed to just rely on a lot of meditation. She had a good grasp of all the technical shit even if she didn't practice it herself. So if Miranda thought that she was going to win this just because she 'knew what she was doing', she had another thing coming. Keep smiling bitch, well see whos grinning like an idiot when I bust up that pretty little face of yours. Jacks lips curled into a maniacal grin as she envisioned Miranda with a fat lip and a black eye. The younger biotic was so wrapped up in her fantasy of beating the Operative into a bloody pulp that she was barely paying attention to Shepard as the Commander ran through their stats and specialties. Neither of them had been defeated, except by Shepard herself and even then, those had been very- close matches. But this fight was different, this wasnt just a normal little training exercise for bragging rights. Jack was going to be fighting with everything- she had because she wanted to knock Miranda down a couple of pegs and show her what humility and embarrassment felt like. Because the Operative was just so- smug and cocky that Jack couldnt help but hate her for being so unappreciative for all the things she had in the privileged life she had led. Thankless little bitch Dont worry Cheerleader, I promise not to make too much of a mess as I take your Undefeated title away. Jack smirked as her eyes traveled over her opponents body in an attempt to size her up. Miranda probably had a good 20lbs on her, just in ass and tits alone. But they were about the same height, which would mean theyd have about the same reach if it came to exchanging punches. Jack would be stupid to not acknowledge that her nemesis probably had some muscle lurking around despite the genetically engineered good lucks, Miranda had been engineered to kick some ass. But what Jack lacked for in breeding, she made up for in conditioning. At first glance, the Convict looked like a major threat, if only because she had a shaved head and tattoos covering every available piece of skin that she had. But look at Jack a little longer and one might notice that she was thin- half starved from her stint in cryostasis, and still looking like nothing but skin and bones months afterwards. You could clearly see her ribs if she breathed in too deeply. There was barely enough fat on her for her body to give her proper breasts. So yeah, it sucked when she got hit if for no other reason than she lacked cushioning to help dull blows. But Jack thrived- on pain. She had been conditioned to enjoy the soreness that came from a good fight, to feel high when she was the one dealing out blows. The smell of blood and sweat made her entire body tingle with warmth and anticipation, knowing that a killing blow was near Unfortunately with Miranda, Jack have to stop right before the killing part which was almost painful for her to deal with. It was likehaving really- amazing sex after a long dry spell but not getting an orgasm out of the deal. Her high from fighting would inevitably come crashing down, leaving her angry, horny, and incredibly dangerous later today. Butthat was only if she won Her fists hummed and crackled with blue biotic energy and the young biotic could already feel the need to fight gnawing at the base of her skull. Jack needed to burn off her pent up, primal energy somehow, and soon, before she became reckless during the fight. So she began to launch Shockwaves at Miranda, one after another, lighting up the entire floor of the ring with biotic impulses that traveled along the floor, making the reinforced grating tremble with energy as they sped towards the Operative. Jacks movements were automatic, natural, instinctual. And it just felt-fantastic-. Every time she used her powers, her body would start to feel warm, tingly. And so she inched closer, relentlessly firing off Shockwaves towards Miranda in an attempt to keep her on her toes. Jack desperately wanted to get closer so that blows could be exchanged. Hand to hand combat always gave her such a greater high than killing with her biotics or her shotgun.