(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Halex and Trenton spied the sniper Mando. "Halex, let's snipe the sniper," Trenton suggested quietly to his Rodian companion.

Halex's green snout lifted, "Sounds good," he replied as he lifted his own sniper rifle. "Let's see if I can get his helmet to fly off his head."

Trenton laughed, "Good call, I'll get the others to joins us. Let's ambush them before they get into the palace."

Halex nodded, "Sounds good, now let me line up my shot."

Trenton slid away into the shadows and called upon their Elite Trooper brethren. All went silently on foot, the five of them moved in. Trenton spotted the Zabrak and grinned, he'd always wanted a Zabrak horn as a trophy. He heard the sniper shot and then five Elite Troopers attacked.


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Venla was lost. The palace was huge and easy to get turned about in. She found her way outside and made her way through unfamiliar alleys. She almost screamed as she saw the large dark figured shifting swiftly in their movements towards her.

She tried to duck into the shadows but it was too late. They had seen her.

"Come out of the shadows, woman." A commanding masculine voice demanded.

She complied with her hands raised. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.


(22 replies, posted in Dialogue)

Superhumans for me and I look forward to many more good RPGs wink


(9 replies, posted in Film and Television)

For those older fans you may remember the Ewok cartoons. Did you watch them and if so did you enjoy them? I loved them. Of course this was before I was old enough to realise that the chances of an ewok beating a stormtrooper were slim to none. So my taste may have been lacking...


(8 replies, posted in Bounty Hunters)

It is well known that Aurra Sing hates Jedi but how many has she actually killed?

Also did Darth Vader recruit her to help him hunt down the Jedi at any stage?


(38 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

Princess Leia started it with her dual buns, but why do you think SW female characters had to have such wild hairdos?

Surely a serious senator would want to spend her time making a difference rather than doing her hair. What are your thoughts?


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Lexington walked down the marble hallway with his heels clicking quietly against the hard floor. As usual the Naboo servants tried to discourage his need to see the Queen but he either ignored them or pushed them out of his way.

He found the petite Queen with a man he didn't recognise, "Your majesty, you're quite a hard woman to find these days." Lexington said with a short bow.

"Ah Commander, I had not expected to see you." She said as she shot her companion a warning look.

Lexington hid his amusement as he saw the man step forward protectively. "Well my Queen it seems we have a Mandalorian problem."

"You seem well informed," The Queen said icily.

"It's my duty, your majesty." Lexington replied. He continued on ignoring the glares from both of the Queen and her companion, "I've sent my Elite Troopers to deal with the Mandalorians, so do not fear."

The Queen stepped forward threateningly, "I know my people will protect me. Now get back out there and give them the support they need."

Lexington smirked, "Of course my Queen." He turned his back on the young Queen and went on his way. He picked up his com for and called for a status report from his Elite squad. Trinata, the Twi'lek, responded. "The Mandalorians have been found, sounds like Yeeto and Delton have got it sorted."

Lexington raised a dark eyebrow, "Really, doesn't sound like the Mandalorians are trying particularly hard."

"I think they are overwhelmed by our forces," Trinata told.

Lexington doubted it, somehow the Naboo had gotten the advantage but he doubted that it would be for long. "Do they have their basilicks?"

"No sir," Trinata replied.

"Well be prepared for a real fight when that happens," Lexington said darkly, "Until then protect the food silos, I'm sure that will be their next point of attack." He didn't mention that he suspected that they'd be after the Queen, she could let her fop save her, if his Elite Troopers didn't finish them off first.


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Yeeto was down, but Delton had a trick he had learned from his master. He grabbed one of he dying Naboo and threw him to Yeeto. With the power of the Force Yeeto sucked the life force out of him and healed himself.

He stood and waved his finger at the Mandalorian who’d shot him, “You die.”


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Delton and Yeeto were the first pair of Elite Troopers to spot the Mandalorians. They hailed the others of the location and prepared to attack.

Delton, the human threw a smoke grenade while Yeeto opened fire. Neither cared how many civilians died. They just wanted to serve their master’s wishes.


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Lexington reached the palace roof and set the speeder down. He immediately hailed his Elite Troopers. Six figures in black appeared on the rooftop, three were human there was one Twi’lek and two Rodians. “Good night to you all, we have a problem that needs to be quashed. Mandalorians are here.”

There was a quiet passing of comments between the six Elite before they turned back to Lexington. “When do you want them killed?” Chamis, one of the Rodians, asked.

“As soon as possible,” Lexington replied. “Go out in pairs, squash their forces and return to me with their leader’s head!”

All six bowed to Lexington as they parted. They left on speeders, separating into three pairs. Lexington watched them go. “Have fun my minions,” he said quietly but deep down he hoped they failed. He wanted to play with the Mandalorians himself. But for now he’d wait, he had a Queen to protect.

“Tell the Queen I’m coming,” Lexington commed Ocelot. He knew the Queen would be displeased to see him, he smirked at the thought.

**The first pair to find the Mandos will be a Rodian and a human. The others will take longer to find you, they all have some training in the dark arts of the Force.**


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Name: Lexington Chemlah

Age: 34

Species: Human

Affiliation: Naboo (also a covert member of the Dark Jedi)

Rank: Commander

Job: Naboo Airforce Commander

WOC: Blaster pistols in normal battle, lightsabre for special occasions

Other: Hidden vibroblades on his person and poison dart hidden within the ring on his right hand.

Armor: Typical Naboo uniform. He wears layers of armour and plating beneath so he looks bigger and more intimidating than he actually is.

Appearance: 6’4’’ Muscular yet agile. Think Darth Malak’s build. Has jet black hair cut short, blocky jaw and a permanent sneer on his face. The Queen is quite uncomfortable in his presence and sent him to an outer city post for the Airforce.

Personality: Very dark and consumed with the need for power. Serves his Queen faithfully but would change allegiances to the Dark Jedi order in a heartbeat.

Ship:  Naboo fighter, experimental class NX. I will go into detail if we have a sky battle.


Lexington Chemlah studied the reports strewn across his large marble table. The table was as impractical as it was fancy. He often wished that Naboo culture concentrated on the necessary things rather than the luxurious things in life. But some things would never change. Naboo was all about comfort and luxury, yet Lexington stayed for his own dark purposes.

His musings were interrupted as he realised that the evening report had not come through. He hailed his underling but the communications panel was dead. Lexington reached out with the Force, making his demands as the Force gave him sight. He sensed much fighting within the city. “Ah so the fighting finally comes to Naboo.” Lexington purred.

Lexington stormed out of his office and frightened his secretary as usual. “Our main communications are down. Enable the generator,” he instructed.

Horlé nodded with a quiver and activated the generator, “Done Sir.”

“Call the Queen, let her know I’m sending in some elite troops. Have Raven Squad standing by.” Lexington ordered.

“It shall be done,” Horlé said with more gumption.

“Excellent,” Lexington purred as he picked up his own com which now worked. “Status report,” he said as he connected with Ocelot.

There was a moment’s silence then Ocelot replied, “We’re under attack from Mandalorians.”

“Really?” Lexington said with a sinister grin, “Finally an enemy worth my time.”

“The last report said they’re near the palace,” Ocelot told.

“Hold them off as long as you can, I’m coming in.” Lexington said as he climbed aboard his speeder. “There shall be Mandalorian blood spilt tonight.”


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Venla had been left in one of the security rooms within the palace. The sound of fighting was fairly close and she was getting jumpy sitting alone in the room. She could sit no longer she got up and opened the door to peer outside.

She picked up a small blade as she made her way outside with shaking hands. She wished she was wearing more than her ankle length pink satin nightdress but under the circumstances there was little she could do about it. With wide eyes she moved away from the security room and hoped she was going in the right direction.


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Venla woke to the sounds of explosions. She was wearing her pale pink satin nightdress that came down to her ankles. As usual she had to adjust the shoestring straps from dropping down her shoulders. She picked up her torch and walked to her window. She saw the Communications Tower was a mess and somewhat shorter. She knew she had to alert the palace. The Queen might be in danger.

Venla slipped on her shoes and made her way out into the warm night air. She rushed through the night as her satin nightdress clung to her body and fanned out behind her. She ran to the palace and saw that the guards were somewhat lacking. She guessed they must have gone to see what was wrong. Venla got inside the palace but not very far before she found some guards, “Have you seen what’s happened outside?”

The guards looked at her, “No ma’am we’re assigned to inner palace duties.”

“The Communications Tower has been attacked. Someone might be coming to attack the Queen!” she said anxiously.

The guards looked at one another and then the one she’s been talking to turned serious. “I’ll take you to our Chief of Security. I’m sure things are under control.”


(173 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Name: Venla Chlin

Age: 22

Species:  Human

Affiliation:  Naboo Citizen

Rank: None

Job: Archivist

Appearance: 5’3” via Hero Machine: http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/hero … chine2.asp
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Personality: Devoted to her work and extremely curious. Often puts her nose into business she should leave alone. Is a skilled hacker and often uses her skills when bored at work.


The day was pretty ordinary as work days went for Venla, she was busy entering the data for new files as she sorted the online records for the Farming Network. She scratched her jaw as she considered going for a cup of caf. Nothing particularly exciting happened at FN, but then that was Naboo all over.

Venla walked to the office kitchen and activated the automatic caf maker. As usual it took a few technical taps for the thing to work.

She walked out to the veranda and looked the stunning views of beautiful buildings and gardens that seemed to merge together in a symphony of harmony. She glanced at the sky and watched as ships came and left the nearby space port.


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

As Carbine made her way back to her shop she stopped for a moment to look into the sky, she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun and attempted to keep her mind off the image of Jaith shooting the Rebel. As hard as she tried her memory kept reminding her.

She attempted to justify what he had done, but the Rebel hadn’t even had a blaster in his hand. “Maybe he had a knife up his sleave,” she suggested out loud.

Carbine walked into her shop with a blank look on her face. Arista was filing her nails, “You’re gonna be proud of me. I should another Areeba Twelve while you were out.” Arista then noticed the look on Carbine’s face, “Are you alright?”

Carbine shook her head, “I just saw my brother kill someone.”

Arista shrugged, “There’s battles going on out there everywhere, it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“No,” Carbine started, “This wasn’t in the heat of the moment, he just walked up to this guy and shot him.”

“Was he a Rebel?” Arista asked.

“Yeah, apparently so.” Carbine said as she sat down behind her desk.

“So what’s the problem?” Arista asked, “They would have killed him had they been in similar circumstances.”

“But he wasn’t armed,” Carbine said in response.

“Would you have rather it been your brother who had been killed?” Arista said pointedly.

“Of course not,” Carbine said with a look of horror on her face.

“Then be glad that he can handle himself. I lost my ex when he came face to face with a Rebel. If he hadn’t hesitated in firing he might still be here today.” Arista said as she pointed her nail file at Carbine.

Carbine nodded feeling numb, “I’m going to get some caf.”

“Sounds like a good idea, I’ll have one too if you’re going to Arlay’s.” Arista said with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, I’ll make it two cups of caf.” Carbine said as she walked out, forgetting that the Dark Trooper was still loose.


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

To say Carbine was shocked was an understatement. Her brother had just killed someone in front of her and he didn’t seem perturbed about it. He was doing it for the Empire, or at least that’s what he claimed.

Carbine watched as he threw the unconscious Twi’lek over his shoulder. “What are you going to do with her?” Carbine asked with concern.

“I’m taking her in for questioning,” Jaith said coolly.

“But you just killed her friend in front of her, I doubt she’ll want to talk to you!” Carbine shouted as the shooting resumed against the Dark Trooper.

Jaith turned to look at Carbine, “We have ways to extract information.” Carbine looked at him in disgust. “Now go back to your shop, Carbine. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Carbine took a step back, “Yeah I think I’ll do that.” She really wanted to get away from him. It seemed that her brother had a darker side and she didn’t like it.


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Carbine instinctively ducked as she heard the explosion. “Jaith, no!” she shouted as she jumped off her speeder. She ran towards the sound of the explosion in a desperate attempt to find her brother.

She saw him pointing a blaster at a pair of Rebels. “Jaith you’re okay! What are you doing?”

**Bored, someone (coughvalcough) isn't posting tongue **


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Carbine had to find Jaith, she didn’t care if she ran into the Dark Trooper, she couldn’t let her stepbrother die when she could save him. She sped through the streets on her red Areeba Fifteen and hoped that she wouldn’t be too late.

She jammed on the brakes as she saw smouldering piles of rubble that had been brickwork from the hospital. “Jaith!” she shouted praying that she wasn’t too late.

She froze as she saw what she suspected was the Dark Trooper. She raised her hands in surrender.

“Get out of there!” she heard a voice call.

Carbine hit the throttle and somehow managed to pass the Dark Trooper before he attacked. As she passed she heard the sound of blasters firing and the stench of ozone. She darted around a corner and nearly collided with two Areeba Twelves. She pulled up and saw that one had Vince sitting atop and the other his partner. “You stole that bike!” she shouted at his companion.

Davik looked at Vince, “Obviously you’re losing your touch.”

Vince shrugged, “A man’s work is never done.”

“Where’s my stepbrother?” Carbine growled.

Vince immediately shied away and protectively placed a hand over his groin. Davik didn’t miss the motion. “Ah so that’s why you came back early,” Davik laughed.

“Where is Jaith?” Carbine said darkly.

“Oh Jaith is your stepbrother?” Davik asked, “This is just getting better and better.”


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Jaith had walked Carbine back to her garage. She’d been coming back to her senses as she walked but she still felt the effects lingering. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she said to Jaith.

Jaith shrugged, “You were under the influence of Falleen pheromones. They’re hard things to resist.”

Carbine raised an eyebrow and wondered if Jaith was talking from experience. “Thanks for getting me out of there,” she said but she wasn’t quite sure if she meant it. She felt very confused about Vince. One minute she wanted to be near him, the next she wanted to run away. She’d see how she felt after the pheromones wore off.

Jaith stood at the doorway of her shop, “I’d stay and chat but we’ve got a rogue Dark Trooper loose, if you see him coming go down to the basement and hide.”

Carbine waved a hand carelessly in the air, “I’ll be fine.”

Jaith grabbed her by the shoulders, “I mean it sister. You run because he will rip you limb from limb.”

Carbine nodded understanding the seriousness, “Ok, I will. Just make sure you cover your own backside. I want to be an aunt one day.”

Jaith smiled, “Oh it might happen.”

Carbine returned his smile, “Don’t tell me you’ve met someone.”

Jaith cocked his head to the side, “Maybe.”

Carbine laughed, “Well what do you know, some girl got through all that plating straight to your heart.”

Jaith shook his head at her teasing and walked off, he paused and looked at her seriously, “Remember what I said, run and hide if you see that Dark Trooper.”

Carbine saluted Jaith half mockingly, “Yes sir.”

“I mean it,” Jaith told.

“So do I,” Carbine replied as she walked back into her shop. Her mouth fell agape as she realised one of the Areeba Twelves was missing, “Son of a...” She turned to look at Arista who sat at the counted twirling a loop of pink bubblegum around her finger. “Where’s the other Areeba Twelve?”

Arista shrugged, “How should I know. I was at lunch, I figured you’d sold it.”

Carbine ground her teeth as she glared at the stupid blonde bimbo. “Didn’t you check the logs?”

Arista curled her lip, “They’re boring, besides this spunky guy came in and I was flirting with him like heaps. I thought I was going to sell that old Neesh Three but he just wanted my digits.”

Carbine let out a frustrated sigh, “Why did I hire you?”

Arista smiled and puffed out her ample chest, “Because the lonely Imperial guys flock to this bodacious bod of mine and you make heaps of credits.”

Carbine rolled her eyes out of Arista’s view, “Yeah what can I say I’m shallow when it comes to credits.”

Arista giggled, “Yeah well money makes the world go round. Hey speaking of spunky Imps, there’s one down the block with a new Areeba Twelve pointing a gun at a Rebel.”

Carbine stuck her head around the corner to look out the window, “Vince,” she muttered. “So he’s already found another girl.”

Arista grinned, “Don’t tell me you actually went on a date?”

“I don’t know if you’d call it a date. I was going to take him out for a drink when he bought that speeder. He took me to the Flamingo Bar.” Carbine told then ground her teeth again when Arista laughed.

“Oh he’s hot for you then. That Flamingo Bar is only for couples who want to get it on.” Arista said with emphasis on the last threw words as she rubbed her scarf down her shoulders and across her back tauntingly.

“You could have warned me about that place,” Carbine hissed.

Arista placed a delicately manicured hand to her chest, “Me? I never figured you’d go to a bar with a guy. Guess I was wrong.”

“He took me there,” Carbine said punching out each word.

Arista grinned smugly, “I’ll bet he did. Was he any good?” Carbine slapped Arista on the arm, “I’ll take that as a no.”

Carbine crossed her arms, “We didn’t get that far.”

Arista leaned forward in amazement, “Really? That has to be a first for the Flamingo, I hope you got your money back.”

“Oh just shut up,” Carbine growled then looked out the window to see what was going on between Vince and the Rebel.


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

“Stop,” Carbine gasped, “You’ll ruin his beautiful face.” She paused and wondered if she’d actually said that aloud.

Jaith looked at her funny for a second then continued to lay into Vince. Vince shouted, “She’s right you’re going to damage my beautiful face!”

“Fine then,” Jaith shouted as he kicked Vince hard in the guts, “I’ll aim lower.”

“Stop it,” Carbine said with less conviction as she started to breathe clearer air.

Jaith laid another boot into Vince before grabbing Carbine by the shirt collar, “Are you mad? That guy is so below you he makes slugs look regal.”

“I do not,” Vince grumbled as he rolled in attempt to get to his feet.

Jaith glared at him and Vince stopped moving. Jaith turned back to his stepsister, “This time you’re coming with me.”

Carbine scrambled to go to Vince but Jaith dragged her off with his greater strength, “No! Jaith you jerk, I hate you, I hate you... wait.” Carbine shook her head as if to clear it, “On second thought keep dragging me.”

Vince was too busy fixing his hair to catch her last statement. “I’ll come for you Carbine, just you wait.”

Jaith turned around and shot a stun bolt into Vince’s crotch, “It won’t be anytime soon.”


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

As soon as they had gotten into the room Vince had ditched the helmet and gloves. Carbine had shucked her jacket and quickly returned to Vince’s arms. With the exposure to the pheromones Carbine could no longer resist Vince, hell she was certain he’d ordered her food with something added in it.

Vince held her face between his hands, “You’re so hot,” he told her before he kissed her.

Carbine thought it sounded like something a teenager would say. Yet she couldn’t draw herself away from him.

“Vince, tell me you’ll respect me after this.” Oh man she was sounding as bad as him.

“Oh this isn’t going to be a one off,” Vince grinned.

Carbine wasn’t sure if she should be pleased or disturbed. She didn’t have time to answer as he kissed her again. His hands ran over her body as he backed her towards the bed. They tumbled downward onto the bed and Carbine worked her hands into Vince’s hair. He rolled her onto her back when they heard a boom.

Vince’s eyes went wide, “Ah we better go.”

Carbine looked at him with dazed eyes, “Why?”

“I think you’re brother is in the next room,” Vince said as he scrambled for his helmet and gloves.

Carbine rolled onto her stomach, “So?”

“He’ll skin me alive if he knows I came back for you.” Vince said as he threw her jacket at her.

Carbine sat up and put her jacket on with no real rush. Vince grabbed her by the hand, “Come on woman, move your fabulous behind!”

Carbine almost fell over as Vince dragged her out the door. She rushed to keep up and then she heard Jaith bellow behind them.


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

**Thought I delete my last post, thought this one funnier**

After parting with Jaith, Carbine couldn’t shake the heightened state of arousal she felt. She was pretty certain that the pheromones should have been wearing off so it was likely that there had been aphrodisiacs in her meal.

Without much surprise Vince appeared. Carbine shook her head in confusion, “Wait a minute didn’t Jaith just usher you off to battle?”

Vince shrugged, flipped open his helmet and leaned against the wall in what she supposed was to be a sexy stance. “I’m a man who enjoys a challenge. Besides we have unfinished business,” Vince reached for her and crushed her to his chest.

Carbine opened her mouth to speak but Vince took it as an opportunity to kiss her. Carbine felt dizzy and then hungrily kissed him back. She pulled away to look him in the eye. “You put something in my food too, didn’t you?”

Vince smiled, “Perhaps you’re just drawn to my animal magnetism. Like a moth to a flame, like a wamprat to cheese.”

Carbine’s brow furrowed, “You better be the wamprat.”

“For you baby, I’ll be anything as long as it rocks your world.” Vince proclaimed.

Carbine had to stop herself from laughing. How could she possibly be attracted to a man with such corny lines? The pheromones, it has to be the pheromones, she refused to believe that she could actually be attracted to Vince naturally.

Strangely Carbine found herself reaching for the blonde strand of hair that had escaped Vince’s helmet. “So what do you plan to do with me?”

Vince actually looked surprised, his normal self-confidence quickly returned. “I think my new speeder needs a test ride. I want to make sure the accessories are to my satisfaction. I’ll need you beneath me to do that.”

Carbine couldn’t believe that she actually felt turned on by that statement. She moved closer to him, wrapping the strand of his hair around her finger to draw him nearer, “What if I’d prefer to take up that offer of a room?”

Vince’s eyes turned dark as if he was ready to consume her, “I’d accept the change of plan. What the woman wants, the woman gets.”

Carbine almost snarled as she came in fast to kiss him, she moved her left leg to lock around his, drawing him closer. Vince moved his right hand to grasp her thigh, pulling her tight against him. This time he broke away, “Let’s get that room now.”

Amazingly Carbine agreed with him. He grabbed her by the hand drawing her back into the Flamingo Bar. He quickly got a room key and practically ran to the room, dragging Carbine along behind him.


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Carbine eyed Vince curiously as he turned off his com, “Shouldn’t you go and assist?”

Vince shrugged, “There are many fine men in the Imperial forces, I’m sure they can handle it.”

Carbine raised a brow, then smiled seductively at Vince as she took another sip from her glass. “You know my step brother is an Imperial Trooper, I forget what rank as he seems to change all the time. His name is Jaith, do you know him?”

The look on Vince’s face was priceless and Carbine had to stop herself from laughing. Oh yeah Vince knew Jaith, or at least knew of him. He quickly composed himself. “I’ve heard the name.”

Carbine continued to grin, it was her turn to bask in someone else’s discomfort. Vince cleared his throat, “Are you two close?” he asked as he finally took a gulp of his wine.

“Yes and no, were we very close when we were kids since we were of similar age when are parents married. But since he’s been with the Empire I don’t hear from him that often. I moved to Naltoon when my mother died, Jaith put in for a transfer when he heard that I was on my own. He’s all the family I have left.” Carbine told.

“You must get awful lonely,” Vince said with another dazzling smile.

Carbine shrugged, “I enjoy my work.”

“I’m sure you do,” Vince replied and quickly changed the subject, “So do you prefer silk or satin sheets?”

Carbine almost spat out her wine she’d been drinking, “Actually I prefer cotton.”

Vince raised a brow, “Like a bit of added texture? You like the rougher stuff?”

Carbine’s eyes actually went wide. She was about to answer when the pasta turned up. She prayed to the Force that it didn’t contain any aphrodisiacs otherwise she would probably lose any control she had left.

Vince started eating his steak, “Not to worry, I’m sure I’ll fine out soon enough.”

Carbine hopped that Jaith was on patrol, she really could use his help. This situation was intolerable. They were sitting in direct view from the door. Carbine figured that Vince wanted to display her for all to see. She wanted to leave but the pheromones were driving her nuts. Part of her wanted to ravish Vince on the spot but the rational part of her brain that was still working refused to have one put over her.

An idea came to mind, “Vince do you have a girlfriend? I’m not the sort of girl to break up a relationship.”


(198 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Carbine was lost for words, Vince keep getting better looking. Who would have known that he had such gorgeous hair under that helmet, or that he had pearly whites that sparkled when he smiled? Carbine took another swing of her wine. She had to get a hold of herself. It was clear what Vince’s intentions were if he’d taken her to this bar on purpose. She decided to slow down on the wine consumption.

“I’m amazed that you’re allowed to keep such long hair being a military man and all that,” Carbine said in desperation to keep the small talk going. She really shouldn’t get on his lap again, although she was seriously tempted.

Vince shrugged, “I tend to do my own thing. I’m an untamed man who doesn’t abide by anyone’s rules but his own.”

Normally Carbine would have rolled her eyes but with the effect of the pheromones she practically swooned. She decided to fan herself instead, “So do you plan on staying with the Empire for your entire career or do you other goals?”

Vince swirled the wine in his glass again and looked over the rim, “I have a great many goals. But there’s a short term one I’m more interested in at the moment.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the short term goal was. Carbine found herself blushing much to her chagrin. “I’m not that sort of girl.”

Vince smiled like a cat about to get the cream, “Oh but you will be for me.”

Carbine felt the burning ember of anger ignite deep within her belly. She was happy to know that some part of her body was functioning normally. “So you think me fair game? Strange that you had to take me to a Falleen bar, if your skills are so great.”

“This,” Vince said as he gestured to the room, “Is merely to set the mood.” He moved closer to her and Carbine felt the effect of the pheromones more fiercely.

She tried to calm herself, two could play at this game. Besides Vince wasn’t too bad on the eye, despite his personality. “If you plan on seduction you better buy me dinner first.”


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**I had to post again, just found this too amusing**

Vince had immediately perked up at the deluxe features and had signed the contract. Carbine was surprised when he’d handed over the details of the Imperial’s standard account. She’d merely shrugged as he transferred the credits.

Carbine was almost positive that she had seen steam venting from the other troopers helmet. Obviously Vince was a little unconventional. She wondered how long he’d last in his chosen career. The Empire didn’t tend to like individualism. But it was not her place to pry.

She took the contract from Vince and placed it in her vest pocket. “Now then Vince, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. My name is Carbine Lennox, and I do believe I owe you a drink.”

Vince nodded eagerly, “Yeah how about we go to the Flamingo Bar over on Western Street?”

Carbine smiled, “Anywhere you like. I’ll just need a ride home afterward.”

“I could ride you… I mean I could give you a ride home anytime you like.” Vince said as he flipped open his helmet.

Carbine was pleasantly surprised, he wasn’t butt ugly as she suspected. He was certainly nothing special but there was an element of attractiveness around his eyes. Although she planned on a couple of drinks and exiting pretty quickly as there were more credits to be made and time was money.

It seemed that Vince wasn’t as dumb as he seemed, Carbine noted as she realised that the Flamingo Bar was actually a Falleen run bar. The pheromones were certainly thick in the air as Carbine suddenly felt turned on. She smiled at Vince who rapidly seemed a lot more attractive. “Come here often?” she asked.

Vince shook his head, “Only when I meet a really hot chick… ah I mean a beautiful lady.”

The other trooper grabbed Vince by the shoulder. “I’m going back on duty. You better not be long.”

Vince smiled, “Don’t worry I’ve got your back… well I will when I come back.”

The other trooper shook his head and walked out the door. Carbine led Vince to a table for two. “So what will you have?” she said breathlessly.

Vince stared at her for a moment then grabbed the cocktail menu, “How about a Passionate Kiss?”

Carbine blinked and felt overwhelmed by the pheromones, she grabbed Vince by the top of his chest-plates and pulled him towards her so his face was close to hers. “Sure why not?” she said as she lunged forward to kiss him.

Vince was stiff for a moment before he started to kiss her back. Carbine grinned and then wondered what she was doing. She took a deep breath and was suddenly mad with passion. She pulled Vince closer only to knock the table over. She pulled back and shook her head. She’d brought him here for a drink… only a drink.

Vince’s hand moved to cup the nape of her neck, “Don’t worry about the table, I’m told that happens all the time.” He moved forward to kiss her again.

“Wait, we’re here for a drink right?” Carbine said as she took another deep breath in attempt to gain composure, instead it sent a fresh wave of pheromones into her system. She jumped on Vince’s lap as she kissed him. For some reason she wanted to get as close to him as possible.

Vince pinned her against the back of the booth as he deepened the kiss. “Do you want to get a room?” he asked between kisses.

That brought Carbine back to the real world, “Ah no… I better go.” She said as she straightened her jacket and then realised she was still sitting on his lap.

Vince’s hands were on her waist and his thumbs were brushing against her hipbones enticingly. “You haven’t bought me a drink yet.”

Carbine raised her hand to wave over a waitress, “Can I get two glasses of red wine?”

“Certainly,” the waitress said as she went to get their order.

“We better fix the table,” Carbine suggested but she had a feeling that Vince had her right where he wanted her.