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08.23.2012 , 09:46 AM |
I apologize for this. Sincerely.
First: Flirt No spoilers
Ipha, Aurai, Jorgan. So sorry.
“The biggest problem we're going to have is getting in. The Imps know this ship and we're not going to have a recon team inside to cloak our arrival. If we get shot down before we can even make it on board then those Senators are dead, or worse.” Major Rendrik Poole rubbed a large hand over his forehead. “Jorgan has some ace piloting skills but I'm not so sure it's going to be enough.”
“We could take another ship,” Ipha said slowly, her brain about 15 steps ahead of her mouth. She blinked when everyone looked at her. “A large one, to carry the Senators back to Coruscant. Like... hm...” Again her brain jumped ahead and her mouth faltered.
“You have an idea, Lieutenant? Let's hear it.” Poole straightened, fixed hard eyes on Ipha.
She gave a firm nod, as though knocking everything back into place. “I have a friend. She's... uh... free lance by trade. Big ship, lots of room, fast and...” she glanced at her Captain, “an ace flier as well. I can throw some credits at her and appeal to her sense of... um actually, the credits will probably be all I need.”
“You want us to board an Imperial space cruiser from a free lancer's cargo ship?” Poole asked. Ipha could practically hear the quotations around free lancer.
“Dorne can get us close to it. Stolen Pub star hopper with resupply. It could work.” Ipha shrugged.
“The Lieutenant may be on to something, sir,” Dorne said thoughtfully. “I am still familiar with outdated Imperial landing codes. It may be that if I were to excuse myself as having been on the Outer Rim for an extended time, they would allow us to dock with said outdated codes.”
“And if they don't?” Poole asked.
“Ship’s not that big. We could always blow it up a little.” Ipha shrugged again.
Ipha and Jorgan crossed into the spaceport together, Ipha just a step or two ahead as it was her contact. She paused, surveyed the interior and saw the Carnivale right away. Nothing else looked like the Carnivale.
The woman standing at the bottom of the ramp was a knock out. She was Mirialan but her skin tone ranged more olive than green, like she had spent a lot of time on some sun drenched tropical planet. Her auburn hair was chopped short around her chin and parted to nearly cover one eye. Her gaze managed to be distant yet critical until she spotted Ipha. Then her grin was so big, it threatened to split her face.
“Hey soldier girl,” Aurai said warmly as Ipha approached.
Ipha started with a nod of greeting then got pulled into a big hug. “Oh.. ah. Hi, Rai”
“Those armored pants make your a*s look terrific!” Aurai gushed, grabbing Ipha's hand and turning her in a circle.
Despite himself, Jorgan looked. Even more embarrassing, Captain Aurai caught him looking. She gave him a devilish grin and put Ipha's back to him. Jorgan snapped his eyes on some point on the far wall.
“Uh, thanks I guess?” Ipha said, somewhere between flattered and embarrassed.
“Don't you agree, Captain?” Aurai asked innocently, fluttering her golden eyes at Jorgan.
Jorgan cleared his throat but Ipha spoke over him, loudly. “Wow, can we not question my superior officers about my assets? 'Cause that's just... Thanks.”
“Oh come on. Give credit where it's due. Oh fine. Here comes the rest of your people.” Aurai gave Poole a hearty salute and a sloppy grin. “Major, Captain Aurai reporting for duty and this beauty behind me is the Carnivale. Feel free to get cozy.” She punctuated the word cozy with a lascivious wink.
“Oh, please don't,” Ipha mumbled as Aurai gave her over the top introduction.
Aurai grinned and hooked her arm through Ipha's. “There's someone I want you meet!” the Mirialan practically sang.
“This isn't a social visit,” Ipha protested, feeling the eyes of her squad on them.
“Oh, psh. We aren't going to all sit around and stare at the walls on the way there are we?”
Jorgan plugged the coordinates into the Carnivale's computer, well aware that two beautiful women were standing over his shoulders arguing which had better curves, the Captain's ship or the Blue Bukk. As much as he liked the standard military cut of the Thunderclap class, he didn't think Ipha had much of an argument. He putzed around for as long as he could before he gruffly nodded to both women and wandered off the bridge.
“Wow, he has got it bad for you,” Aurai said with interest as she watched Jorgan walk away.
“I know,” Ipha said distractedly as she checked and rechecked the nav, then stopped and looked up. “Wait, how bad is bad?”
“Wait,” Aurai said at almost the same time. “What do you mean you know?”
Ipha shrugged. “His body does all the stuff it's supposed to do when a male is attracted to a female.”
Aurai's eyes glittered as she looked Ipha over. “Oooh, does it now?” she asked, the mischief practically dripping from her words.
Ipha gave a gusty sigh and shook her head. “Not like... NOT what I meant. I meant like the flushing and elevated heart rate and pupil dilation. Man, how much time are you spending on Nar Shaddaa? Get out of the gutter.”
Aurai licked her lips, craned her head to see if she could still the back side of Jorgan. “So like, you can tell all that stuff just looking at him?”
“I pick it all up with my cybernetic eye, plus a few other things. Don't tell him. Please, don't tell him. He'll bust me down to Private and ship me back to Ord Mantell.”
“So, what? You not feeling it with him?” Aurai questioned. “He looks like a perfect male specimen to me and I know you don't take issue with aliens. He a jerk or something? He looks like be could be a jerk.”
Ipha sighed and leaned against the console. “I like him. Fine, I like him a lot. But... he's not making a move and I'm sure it's because I'm his subordinate. Jorgan isn't as by the books as Dorne is, but there are some things he holds up.”
“So, you make the move. You know he's into you.”
“If Jorgan's not into fraternization then he'll shoot me down, really hard mind you, and send me on my way. Or worse, something will happen and it will change our working relationship. What if things got weird and I had to leave Havoc Squad?”
“Oh please,” Aurai rolled her eyes. “Excuses. The minute you touch that man he's going to explode all over you.” She paused. “That sounded better in my head. Anyway. You need to flirt with him. Because he's your superior he's most likely never going to make a move, unless he sees you want it.”
“You think?” Ipha asked, looking toward the door.
“Who in this entire galaxy knows men better than me? No-frickin'-body. That's who.” Aurai grinned.
“I'm going to have to think on that,” Ipha answered.
“No thinking,” Aurai said firmly. She took Ipha by the shoulders and made her look into her eyes. “Listen to me, next time he gives you an opening, you test the waters. I will bet this ship you'll love the result.”
Ipha pulled away and sat down at a console. “That or he's going to tell me my place in that incredibly sexy voice which is going to make me salivate whenever someone says 'subordinate' or 'improper' in normal conversation for the rest of my life.”
“We'll see cause he's coming back.”
“Lieutenant.” Aurai had to admit the voice was indeed incredibly sexy. She subtly made room for Jorgan to speak to Ipha, all but disappearing into a corner as she watched.
“Sir,” Ipha got her feet and went into parade rest. She was not flirting with him.
“I want to give your weapon a thorough inspection before we board. Just to make sure your ordnance is up to snuff. No one's barrels are misfiring this time.”
Ipha lifted her auto cannon from the floor. She handed it over with a small smirk. “Just my weapon, sir?” The smirk fell away as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She was going to strangle Aurai for putting ideas in her head.
Jorgan glanced at her, one giant gun on his back, hers in his hands. His fingers glided over the durasteel barrel and down the grip the way a man's hands might caress a woman's skin. His eyes were locked on hers the entire time. “Turn around. I'll check your armor too.”
Was he joking? She honestly had no idea. She tried to control the giggle in her throat so it at least came out normal and not high and hysterical. “Aurai was right. You do think I've got great assets.”
Her auto cannon was in several parts. Jorgan methodically checked them then put them back together. Setting her gun on the floor he looked over at the Mirialan trying to make herself invisible. “She knows a thing of beauty when she sees it.” With that he left and Ipha couldn't get her jaw off the deck.
“That was... horrible and arousing all at the same time. I want that man,” she said quietly, in shock.
Aurai wandered over and made no qualms about watching Jorgan walk away. “He got a friend?” she asked innocently.
So sorry. I wanted a light note to introduce Aurai and since she's Ipha's like, BFF i guess, I thought... sorry. So horrible. Jorgan's first flirt in game took me entirely by surprise. I kept thinking, I flirted, did he just? Did Jorgan just all but say he wanted to see me in my underwear? I'm horrible at flirting though, so this scene came out horrible.
I also have to say that Aurai must be the knock out I describe her as because I have all female characters on the Ebon Hawk and none of them get e-hit on
Aurai. She's been propositioned for erp not once, but
. She's lvl 22 and I rarely play her. What the heck? It's like my server is filled with Captain Kirks chasing green women.
Be to her Virtues
Be to her Faults
a little Blind.