(D2LE) Galactic Commando Meets His Match (closed)

[Niall Organa]

He'd finally made it. The Star Forge. It was here.

The entrance was right in front of him. Jared Foekiller squinted and looked around. He was dressed in fatigue pants and a very tight tank top, the fabric tight against his abs. Also, his arms glistened a little bit for some reason; maybe he'd gotten some Star Forge oil on him. Also, he was barefoot, but Jared Foekiller was barefoot a lot.

Raising his trusty sidearm (and ignoring the red light that indicated it was uncharged), Jared reached out, pressing the controls to open the Star Forge door. Just a bit farther, and he could confront the evil ruler Destroyo once and for all. Jumping forward, Jared tucked himself into a dive roll, a little noisy but with good form, coming up with his blaster pistol raised.

Jared squinted and looked around once more. "Okay. Here I am. The Star Forge." He growled. "I'm not gonna let anything stop me from getting to Destroyo." He paused expectantly.

[Alysele Organa]

Squeak.

Squeak squak.

A blonde woman dressed in a black catsuit wearing an Imperial badge was sneaking alongside one of walls, suddenly jumping and avoiding a trap in an elaborate display of unnecessary rolling.

"Foekiller." She hissed in a spussian accent. "You? Here? How? Destroyo's head belongs to the Emperoress!" She turned towards him, the tight catsuit not fully zipped up, only up to her...navel. Well, it was tight, after all.

[Niall Organa]

Jared bit his lip at the squeaking, but managed to ignore it until his enemy made his appearance. He spun, raising his pistol. "Whoa..." He whispered, eyes widening and trailing the very intriguing path of that zipper... and then he squinted again.

"Honey Stiletto." He grunted. "I should have known you'd be here. Since this mission started, you've been hot on my tail. Or vice versa." A quick smirk, and then he resumed his serious expression.

He took a step closer, then lowered his pistol, biceps flexing unnecessarily. "But if we're both here... maybe we can work together. But I don't know if I can trust you." His eyes traced her form, looking for weapons probably.

[Alysele Organa]

Jared bit his lip at the squeaking, but managed to ignore it until his enemy made his appearance. He spun, raising his pistol. "Whoa..." He whispered, eyes widening and trailing the very intriguing path of that zipper... and then he squinted again.

"Honey Stiletto." He grunted. "I should have known you'd be here. Since this mission started, you've been hot on my tail. Or vice versa." A quick smirk, and then he resumed his serious expression.

He took a step closer, then lowered his pistol, biceps flexing unnecessarily. "But if we're both here... maybe we can work together. But I don't know if I can trust you." His eyes traced her form, looking for weapons probably.

Oh she was wearing weapons. Bombs mostly. Or something equally dangerous. Her lips were purple, obviously full of sith poison. Or something.

"Foekilleh." She hissed again, stepping closer. Squeak. "Maybe. Destroyo has this place rigged with wraith traps. Surely you are ignorant of this highly dangerous device, but they are set off by too much calm. We must be nervous, or excited to proceed through safely. By myself, I am too confident. Yes. This vill vork." She once again stepped close, spreading her arms. "Fhine, search me, if it makes you feel better."

[Niall Organa]

Jared took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll do that." He stepped closer, running his hands over her form. He didn't manage to find any weapons. To be fair, he mostly seemed to be searching her curves. "And if you want to search me, the only weapon you'll find is my rugged determination."

"Damn." He growled. "Wraith traps. You're right, we can't get through on our own." He squinted, looking around. "If one of us sets them off, this whole place will go up. We'd better stay close. Real close."

He looked back at Honey. "Damnit Honey, you're my enemy, but you always keep me on my toes. But I guess that's what I need right now. Someone who can keep me nervous." Jared smirked. "Or excited..." Slowly, teasingly, he ran one finger down the center of her chest, all the way to the zipper.

[Alysele Organa]

She suddenly and fiercely grabbed him....below the belt. "Only one veapon? Are you sure? I see a proton torpedo right here." She let out a laugh. "Ohohoho."

She moved closer, her hand moving up towards his face, caressing it. "An acceptable alternative Fhoekilleh."

She hugged close to him. "Now let's start inching before the Mass Shadow Extractonator is activated. We must be swift, but excited." She slid up to him, raising a leg, hugging him with it. "Fhollow my lhead."

[Niall Organa]

Niall... no, Jared growled as he took a shuddering breath. "Yeah. But I only get one shot, so I want to make sure it's a good one." He smirked. "Maybe two shots. We'll see."

Foekiller's strong arms encircled his foe. "Okay, hang on." His hands slid down behind, cupping her, then with a mighty flex, he lifted, letting both her legs come around him.

A brief wince as the catsuit pinched him, then he refocused on Honey. "Okay. Now we've just gotta stay excited as we move towards the, uh, Star Forge transport pod." His lips brushed her neck as he slowly began to walk the two of them towards the large, flat, soft transport pod in the next room.

[Alysele Organa]

Her fingers started wringling around his body, and her legs suddenly swung to encircle him. "Oh, don't vorry. I was the best Seduction if Republican Pigs back in Cypher school." She heaved herself a bit, climbing higher, their face closer but not on the same level just yet.

She leaned in, and started placing kisses on his shoulder and neck, while her hands started caressing his big, strong arms.

[Niall Organa]

"Oh yeah?" Jared growled, fingers squeezing. "I know just how to deal with you Cyphers. Just have to take control..." His lips closed around her earlobe.

Together, lips and hands busy, the mortal enemies made it to the foot of the transport pod. "Damn." He growled. "One of those damn wraith traps is right on it. There's no way we're gonna be able to disarm it."

Growling he squeezed, pressing more tightly against her. "The only way to get to Destroyo is if we keep each other excited the whole time. Think we can manage?"

[Alysele Organa]

She let out a small gasp at the lobe attack. She scooted up, and whispered in his ear. "Oh I am just getting started. You haven't even tasted the real honey." She chuckled, then started placing some small bites on his neck.

"Just get me in, and I will get you up." She whispered. Her hand started moving, slowly snaking up towards her hair, unpinning it. The deadly poisoned spike weapon that was holding it (the eponymous stiletto!) fell to the wayside, her blonde hair falling on his arms.

[Niall Organa]

"I don't doubt it." Ni/Jared murmured, smirking.

He took a deep breath as Honey let her hair down. "Damnit, Honey. We may be on opposite sides of this thing, but you're the best damn agent I've seen. I can't pretend you're not." For the first time, his lips found hers for a deep, passionate kiss, unable to resist that deadly purple lure.

Turning, he laid her on the soft silken transport pod. "Alright. You're in." Jared growled, still standing, running his hands over his foe. "Your move."

[Alysele Organa]

Her legs suddenly seized his midsection, and she started pushing him over, until she was on top.

OH NO, THE SUDDEN YET INEVITABLE BETRAYAL.

"You're a fhool, Fhoekiller. A stupid, sexy, rugged fhool." Her hands started tearing at the tanktop, its weak material no match for her Imperial condition hands!

"We must not stop, for we will die." She hurried up, as she pulled one of his hands to her catsuit.

[Niall Organa]

Jared growled as he suddenly found himself under his foe. "I should have known we'd end up like this, Honey." He growled, getting one last quick squint and glance around in before it was too late.

He growled again as his tank top tore away. His muscles seemed to glisten; clearly he'd gotten Star Forge oil all over himself. "Jared Foekiller doesn't stop." He growled. "Not until the mission's over. Not until everyone's satisfied."

He peeled the catsuit off of her shoulders, down to her waist. His eyes were intent, drinking in her form... even as his ears quietly tried to commit suicide at the constant squeaking, like nails down a weird leather chalkboard.

[Alysele Organa]

Jared growled as he suddenly found himself under his foe. "I should have known we'd end up like this, Honey." He growled, getting one last quick squint and glance around in before it was too late.

He growled again as his tank top tore away. His muscles seemed to glisten; clearly he'd gotten Star Forge oil all over himself. "Jared Foekiller doesn't stop." He growled. "Not until the mission's over. Not until everyone's satisfied."

He peeled the catsuit off of her shoulders, down to her waist. His eyes were intent, drinking in her form... even as his ears quietly tried to commit suicide at the constant squeaking, like nails down a weird leather chalkboard.

"That is what I've heard." She let out a quick beep. "Quick! We must hurry, or we'll all blow to smithereens!"

She practically assaulted him, her lips meeting his, hard.

[Niall Organa]

Jared's lips met hers roughly, his hands exploring her back. Suddenly, he rolled, reversing the earlier betrayal with a counter betrayal.

"Oh, I'll hurry." Ni... Jared growled. "But it's a long, long ride, and I want to make sure you're excited the whole time."

He kissed her deeply, just as the transport pod began to move... so to speak...

/ftb

[Niall Organa]

/fadebackin

"Goodness." Niall murmured, still breathing heavily, his arms around his wife. "That was a good idea. We'll have to remember that one. I wonder what other missions Jared and Honey could go on? What weird traps they have to sexily circumvent?" He chuckled.

Tilting his head, he kissed her. "Perhaps we should get you a new catsuit, love. I swear, that one is still squeaking somehow. How? Nothing's touching it!" He waved to it, off to the side, draped over a chair.

[Alysele Organa]

Aly laughed. "Well, it was cheap." She smiled and caressed his chest. "There is that." She eyed him critically. "Still cost more than your "costume". Some day, Niall Archibald Organa, you will pony up and dress up in a proper costume." She poked at him.

"You ever think sometimes we should watch something besides Galactic Commando?"

[Niall Organa]

"Well, if those shirts were expensive, you couldn't tear them so easily." Niall chuckled. "That reminds me, I should pick up a few more packs."

His fingers gently traced down her back. "Actually..." He shifted, bringing him face to face with her. "I did have an idea for another costume." He grinned. "I'll surprise you. Well, it can't be a total surprise. But you'll see."

[Alysele Organa]

"Well, if those shirts were expensive, you couldn't tear them so easily." Niall chuckled. "That reminds me, I should pick up a few more packs."

His fingers gently traced down her back. "Actually..." He shifted, bringing him face to face with her. "I did have an idea for another costume." He grinned. "I'll surprise you. Well, it can't be a total surprise. But you'll see."

"Oh, you underestimate me Foehkilleh." She brought back the spussian accent for fun, before retiring it. "Oh? I like surprised. Well, surprises from you." She smiled widely and leaned in to him.

[Niall Organa]

"Never." Niall murmured, sighing pleasantly as she leaned into him, fingers stroking down her back again. "And in that case, well, I shall endeavor to surprise you..."

He sighed again. "I suppose we could watch something else. But I have a special fondness for Galactic Commando. That did mark several milestones in our relationship, love."