The naked form of Lord Marcus Rodney,
who was feeling quite humbled as of late, sat silently in the cold
durasteel cage in the Pentax Facility on Esseles. The nobleman turned
hunter had spent what seemed like a lifetime in the small kennel, in
which he could not even stand upright. His arms were crossed in front of
his body, with his hands awkwardly shrouding his nether regions. He
would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him fully, as he still
had some semblance of pride and wished to maintain his dignity. His eyes
closed and he visualized the hunter who had snared him, vowing to get
revenge when he finally found a method to evade his tormentors.
Major Min Traebor sat in a chair ten
meters from the cage, sipping on a goblet of Whyren's Reserve. "You lied
to us ... Milord," she said teasingly as a trail of the liquid ran down
her lip only to be swiped away by the timely arrival of a finger. She
inserted the wine covered finger into her mouth and suckled slowly,
teasing the man in the cage. "You caused me to fail my mission to
eliminate your ... brother," she spat as she finished the word, hissing as
she envisioned the newly appointed Regional Governor. "Had you declined
the job ... you would not be here," she said, taking another drink of the
Whyren's Reserve with a less than graceful *slurp*. "But instead ... you
took it ... and sabotaged me!" she yelled loudly, starting to become a bit
intoxicated. Suddenly two fingers on her left hand surged forward,
pointing at the man. An unseen Neimoidian technician emerged with a
taser stave and jammed it into his side.
Marcus let out a sharp yell of pain as
the taser stave collided with his side and instinctively he raised his
body up, but quickly slammed his head into the top of the cage. Another
groan of pain as his hand instinctively raised to cradle his head before
he collapsed back down into a fetal position on the floor of the cage.
He let out a tired sigh as a weakened left hand moved to the bars,
squeezing at it desperately as he struggled to pull himself back up into
a seating position. Traebor had achieved what she wanted however, as his
hands had moved, and he was now fully exposed.
"Ah hah," Min said as she caught a
glimpse of the man's most vulnerable area. "Now I can see why you wear
armor. If I were a man, I would want to cover that up as well!" she
snickered, as she swirled the liquor in her goblet before taking another
drink. "You best get used to your new home, pet. By now the hunter that
has snared you has been eliminated by our Stormtroopers and no one knows
you're here!" she revealed with another snicker, as she sadly noticed
her glass had become empty. Quite annoyed she threw it at the bars of
the cage, which caused the electrical field to flicker and sent volts of
energy into the man once again.
It had been four weeks since the
conclusion of her most recent contract, but it had been a week prior
that it became obvious to Dimona that she had been betrayed and her
agreement with Imperial Intelligence compromised. This had not come to
that much surprise, but it greatly disappointed her. Though despite her
'profession', she was honorable and took it seriously, but it was
apparent that she had been dealing with the worst kind of sorts. Perhaps
she could have thanked them for the effort involved, the hunter had
quickly and eagerly made short work of the Commando they had sent to
dispatch her all while grinning triumphantly, that was service with a
smile! Now it was personal and she had spent the next week carefully
planning to retrieve the goods that she had so diligently provided to
her employer. They sure enjoyed burning bridges, did they not? No wonder
the Rebellion was slowly squeezing the life from the Empire, no regards
for decency anymore! It was hard enough to find a job exciting enough
that was worth her time, now she had to worry about the Empire breathing
down her neck constantly. Oh well! More fun for her, but it was time to
take the fight to them. It was not like she did not already cautiously
look over her shoulder everywhere she went, now she had the pleasure of
dealing once again with those shady Imperials. It actually was not that
hard to develop her entry and exit strategy, she had the Commando's suit
and personal craft, it was easy to just waltz in! Hidden from view
within the heavy black suit, her identity was safe for now, though she
was just a tad bit shorter than the original owner, but no one seemed to
notice. She boldly waved to every occupant in the hallways like she was
on vacation while grinning from ear to ear behind the mask. Idiots! Ha!
From the amount of information she was able to peddle from questionable
sources, the property she was rightfully taking back was further in the
establishment. Dimona strolled fearlessly towards her destination,
confident that no one would stop her, afterall, she had a successful
mission to report to Major Traebor.
"Ah. Footsteps," Major Traebor said, as
she turned in her chair to look at the oncoming commando, who was sure
to report joyous news. Oh, how she hated loose ends. This trooper would
quickly be eliminated too, but then she would have to eliminate the
trooper that eliminated the trooper ... and oh how quickly the arithmetic
became a massacre! "Report!" she yelled at the trooper, as the
intoxicated woman spun uncomfortably in her chair to look over the
disguised Dimona. Nothing seemed out of order she thought, as a cunning
smile curled upon her lips.
As she entered the expansive interior,
her eyes were instantly drawn to the unfortunate and naked man curled
into a fetal position. Wait...was that...what? She had to bite her lip
to prevent from laughing devilishly which would have probably been
completely inappropriate in light of Marcus' suffering. She sized up the
other woman quickly, intoxicated, sadistic, and ignorant. So this is how
Major Traebor got her kicks? Long lost lovers indeed! Dimona debated her
next move quickly, admitting to herself that she had not planned for
Marcus to be strung up naked in a cage, but improvisation was always
more thrilling anyway. The hunter gathered that Min was the one with
the real clout around here and most everything she demanded became
reality, how convenient that she was plastered and would be easy to
physically manipulate. The rather intimidating helmet was pulled from
her, displaying the charismatic and beautiful face of none other than
the one Traebor had sent to kill. "I had a blast, thanks for asking!"
Quickly she tossed the helmet to the woman while pulling forth her Q2
hold-out blaster, shaking it quite condescendingly at the other with a
grin as she slowly approached Min, eyes flicking about to make sure
no one was being too clever. Easily outmaneuvering Traebor, she
athletically slipped around behind her while lightly pressing the barrel
of her weapon under the woman's chin, her free hand clasping at the
Imperial's wrist to harshly pin it up against her back. "You disregarded
our contract, I'll be taking back what is mine now."
Min hissed as the helmet was removed,
revealing the hunter who she hoped was long since vanquished. She caught
the helmet, but quickly threw it to the ground, unwilling to touch it as
if it were a live grenade. Her eyes glared at her, resting her chin on
the barrel of her hold-out blaster. "You'll never pull this off you
know," she vowed, eyes looking to the left at the darkness, where a
seemingly endless supply of battle droids and Stormtroopers lurked. "I
wanted you dead. I wanted the man who killed you dead. It seems I will
have both very shortly," she said with a smile as an entire squad of
Stormtroopers equipped with E-11 blaster rifles marched from the shadows
and prepared to battle the hunter.
"I might live through it, I might not!
But that is what makes it so exciting." Her grip on the other woman
tightened as she caught sight of the squad of fully equipped
Stormtroopers emerging from the darkened area. This was not the worst
situation she has ever been in, but it was still pretty grim, at least
she had a playing chip, her only one, but it was worth something.
"Maybe, but I have you. I bet they are pretty jealous, they wish they
were manhandling you right now." She peered over towards the wreck that
was Marcus Rodney, trying to gauge his condition, realizing the man was
in terrible condition and would not be capable of making a daring escape
anytime soon. "How about you be smart about this and load your
decoration on my acquired ship. You'll have the benefit of knowing you
can always chase me down later. It'll be fun."
Min reflected on the death of her
last agent at the hand of Marcus Rodney, knowing that he was capable of
being a cold and ruthless killer when the situation called for it. She
knew who he was now ... and more importantly, she knew his family. She had
leverage over him and surmised he would put an end to the pesky Dimona
at some point without her even having to pay him to do it. Advantage
Traebor, she thought to herself as a grin curled upon her pert lips. "Are
you absolutely sure that you want him?" she asked, just to relive
herself of any shred of guilt that might crop up at a later point. Oh,
who was she kidding ... she had not felt guilt since she was six years
Dimona appraised Marcus once more,
thinking back on their short although dynamic exchanges when she had
first captured him. It had been one of her favorite jobs ever, it gave
her such a rush, but perhaps it was the act in itself and did not have
much to do with the target, he was handsome though, and she had felt a
little bit bad for turning him over in nothing but a ripped bathrobe and
damaged pride. "You seem to be enjoying him, look how cute he is hanging
there all helpless. I'd take two, but you have just one. Think of it as
advanced payment for the enjoyment you'll get once you track me down and
deal with the both of us, yes?" All she needed was a head start, some
leeway between herself and the entire Empire looming down on her.
Really, she must be crazy to want to do this, well, she was, and it
thrilled her so. "Well then, may the best lady win?" She whispered
softly to Traebor while rubbing her cheek up against her affectionately,
Traebor motioned with her free hand and
the technicians attached a repulsorlift to the cage and began lifting it
towards her captured ship. Min shook her head at her, not pulling her
chin off the Q2 hold-out blaster. "Cute gun, sweetie. But next time try
and get something ... bigger," she said, shaking her head once again. "It
reminds me too much of Marcus ... and not in a flattering way," she
winked, as the cage went by and revealed one last glimpse of the
unconscious man. She sighed, watching her toy being taken away from her
like a spoiled child. "I'm sure I'll get him back," she predicted, the
Stormtroopers continuing to shadow Dimona's movements, realizing they
could unload upon her at any time.
The Stormtroopers could unload on her,
but then they would be ripping apart their Major. Dimona was not letting
that woman go for nothing, not until she was close enough to her stolen
ship to do so. "How much time are you going to so graciously give me?"
She pulled Traebor along with her while watching the caged Marcus pass
before them as she listened to the other woman dress down the battered
form of that sorry individual. "Maybe the bars were cold?" She lightly
shrugged as she took a single step on her ramp, eyes frantically looking
around at the sea of white armor surrounding her and the ship. "Tricky
dicky!" She exclaimed, unwilling to released the Major just yet.
"How much time?" Min repeated, as
they drew closer towards the commandeered vessel. "Well, Marcus never
seemed to need much time," she winked, as her eyes darted down to the
unconscious man in the cage being loaded upon the ship. "Oh ... you mean
until I hunt you down?" she asked, her tongue brushing over her teeth as
she studied the woman. "Honey, that's already begun," she said with a
snort of air out of her nostril as she began to laugh at the unfortunate
predicament Dimona was placing herself in.
She could not hold back a laugh followed
by a wild grin as Traebor continued to disrespect Marcus in the most
hilarious of ways. This woman was funny when drunk, maybe she was funny
all the time, Dimona considered throwing her into the ship too and make
off with everything, she needed insurance, but that was even more risky.
Kidnapping a Major in the Empire? Ludicrous! They were at an impasse to
be sure, it was going to make her getaway nearly impossible as it
currently stood. "So when you joined the Empire, did they promise you
that you would see the galaxy, visit strange and exotic places, get
captured by Bounty hunters? You need a vacation Min!" She heavily
suggested to the woman that she was about to be apart of a hostage
situation. "Call off your mindless horde and give me some breathing room
or I'm taking you with me and we will get into all sorts of crazy
adventures together." It would not be such a terrible thing, Dimona
figured she was winning in either case. "I'm happy with whichever you
decide, but make it quick, I have an unconscious man to molest!" She
half jokingly said, but it was so hard to tell when she was being
"You'll forgive me if I never quite felt
'captured' as I am surrounded by armed gunmen loyal to me," Min said,
blowing a kiss at the young bounty hunter, as her eyes wandered to the
trooper. "Well ... if you do molest him be sure and record it. I can add
it to my collection," she winked as she nodded her head to the troopers.
Of course a tracking device had been placed upon the cage, so she was
confident in her ability to track them for at least the near future. "If
I were you, sweetie, I would not let him out any time soon. He has ...
quite the temper," she hinted, as the Stormtroopers pulled back into the
shadows from whence thy came. "Where will you go?" she asked, now that
they seemed to be 'alone.' "I hear Mustafar is lovely this time of
year," she joked with another snicker, as she burned a mental image of
the woman into her subconscious.
"Thanks for the advice. We have got to
do this again sometime." And knowing the tenacity and ruthlessness of
the Empire, they probably would, but not today. "It's been a real
pleasure Major Traebor!" She shouted in glee as she shoved the woman right
off of the platform before slamming her hand on the activation switch to
begin raising the ramp. This had to be fast, it would take a lot of
maneuvering to get to hyperspace successfully, but she was an ace pilot
and fully confident of her abilities. Dimona rushed to the cockpit,
diving into the pilot seat as if the place was about to explode. Her
hands darted across the many controls and switches, prepping her
commandeered ship for take off.
Min groaned as she was flung from the
ramp, and grimaced uncomfortably as her knee hit the terrain and tore
her trousers. "She ripped my pants!" she yelled, as she looked towards
the shadows where the Stormtroopers had retreated. "Don't just stand
there you fools!" she yelled as she picked herself up, and began to dust
herself off in frustration. All around her Imperial Stormtroopers began
to surge forward, sending deadly crimson bolts of energy flying from the
barrels of their E-11 blaster rifles at the Lambda-class shuttle.
She smiled contently as she heard the beep on her datapad, noting that
it seemed the tracking device was active.
The shuttle was being bombarded heavily,
though luckily the majority of the fire bounced harmlessly off of the
ships shields. However, the multitude of blaster bolts was wearing it
away quickly and it would not be long until the repeated fire would
start tearing into the metal plating of the craft. "Well damn! No leeway
at all? That isn't sportsmanlike!" Flustered she took to the controls,
clumsily lurching the ship forwards frantically, causing the wings to
slam into various objects and cargo that surrounding the loading docks
before the entire craft spasmed and lifted into to air without any
coordination. "Go go go!" She yelled as she laughed near hysterically,
the ship reaching the upper atmosphere quickly, leaving dust and debris
in its wake.
Marcus Rodney slowly awoke inside his
cage, a tremendous pain inside his head. He assumed he was still inside
the Pentax Facility, his hands moving up to the side of his head and
pressing against it in a desperate attempt to force the pain out. "Oh,
when are you going to let me out of this cage, Major?" he asked, as he
rolled onto his backside, fully exposing himself. His eyes began to
blink and gradually the new surroundings came into view. A few more
blinks and there was Dimona and immediately his testosterone began to
surge through his blood. "You!" he yelled as he leaped up, but banged
his head into the top of the cage and again he was electrocuted by the
bars and fell back down to the bottom of the cage in a pathetic heap.
"Now that completely depends on you,
darling." She responded to his question that was obviously meant for
Traebor as she loomed over him quite pleased with herself. "This is the
second time I have beaten all odds to have you in my possession. Aren't
you the catch!" Dimona took a cautious step back to make sure she was
out of range of his reach as she flashed him a brilliant smile.
"Beautiful woman want to poke your naked body? You should feel honored.
But the Major made a critical mistake, and that was doublecrossing me.
So I decided to reclaim my property from her grasp." Dimona journeyed
around the cage in a short playful skip, debating just exactly what she
was going to do with her cargo now. "I was thinking you would look nice
hanging from my bedroom ceiling. What do you think?" A wink was given to
him with an flirtatious flare.
After looking at Dimona's flirtatious
smile it would take more than the ten fingers he had available to cover
himself, and he shifted uncomfortably in he cage, trying to turn his
body from her sight. "Can you at least give me a sheet?" he asked,
pretending to shiver for dramatic effect. "It is very cold in space," he
pointed out, as he flashed a half smile back at her. The idea of
hovering in a cage above the young hunter's bed was more appealing than
being in the hands of Min, but it was still a cage. He would have
killed Sophia for revealing his identity to them, but of course she was
already dead. Perhaps he would dig her up and shoot her again, he
thought as he lowered his chest and hugged himself for added warmth.
Hopeless eyes looked up at her as he attempted to test her gullibility.
"Now you are a little bashful? What
about the previous weeks being on display for Min?" She lightly
teased him, not at all vain enough to give him any leeway, not until he
proved she could at least trust him enough to clothe him properly. "Are
you willing to be honest with me now?" Dimona curiously asked, reminding
him in a roundabout way of his previous refusal to tell her anything
that led to him being hand delivered like a package to Imperial Intel.
"Besides, I like this view better." Her eyes washed over his striking
form, soaking in every little detail, shamelessly enjoying having a very
handsome naked man at her mercies. "You have to at least admit that
'rescuing' you was quite the feat, not even a thanks? No appreciation.
Typical man." She scoffed at him but it was in harmless fun as she
pulled up a chair and painstakingly placed it just out of his reach.
Dimona lowered herself into it before slowly crossing her legs a bit too
suggestively. They were currently in hyperspace upon a shuttle she had
'borrowed' from the Imperial Commando that had been tasked with
disposing of her, their destination was yet unknown to the caged man.
"Rescuing me?" Marcus asked as he
situated himself in the cage, so that he would sit facing her, but
lowered his hands to his lap to shield himself from her view. "I don't
feel 'rescued'," he quickly pointed out as his eyes darted to the cage
that surrounded him. "Besides ... you were the one who put me in this
mess," he reminded her, as he lifted his butt off the cage floor for a
bit. It as cooling very quickly in the confines of space. "A pillow
perhaps?" he asked, tilting his head to the right side as he offered a
hopeful smile that he painstakingly crafted on the chiseled features of
It appeared that Dimona considered
giving him something to aid in his discomfort, but she was ultimately
unconvinced that he deserved it, he needed to earn special requests!
"How about you answer my questions first. Namely, why does Major
fancy treating you this way ... did you break her heart?" She shook her
head lightly while 'tsking' at him, assuming he was some sort of
hopeless playboy, but there had to be another reason. "There is a lot
you aren't telling me, and you will have to get really comfy in there
soon, without pillows!" She playfully threatened him, as if she took
nothing seriously, even taking light of the fact that Marcus was
tortured for what had appeared to be weeks. Eyes washed over the
construction of the cage, it would be tricky to open it up anyway
without electrocuting herself. Dimona pondered how she could even get
something through the bars without activating the cage's defenses.
Marcus let out a tired sigh as he
realized she was not going to make this easy. "I think you just like
having an attractive naked man in a cage, young lady," he said, scolding
her right back, despite the fact that she clearly had the advantage. "Do
your parents know you do this sort of thing? Keep men in cages, I
mean..." he asked, shaking his head at her in mock disgust. "The Major
and I had a disagreement over the completion of a business contract..."
he vaguely explained, as he again shifted uncomfortably within the tight
confines of the cage. "As you seem to have just violated your contract
with her I fully expect you'll find yourself in one of these ... sooner
rather than later," he pointed out, as he began looking around the ship
for anything that might assist him.
She giggled lighthearted at his
accusation, nearly tickled with fancy as she crossed her legs again. "Oh
I do, I'm not at all chastising the Major for her choice, I'm just
wondering why she went to such great lengths." Dimona brushed off his
other question, not interested in discussing her family, she had left
them for a life of adventure, running away from her responsibilities and
a ridiculous arranged marriage that she refused to comply with. "Now
now, Min broke her contract with me by sending one of her stooges to
kill me. Kill 'me'! Come on, that was really reckless of her. She hired
the best, of course I would be able to come back and reclaim you.
Honestly, some people." Dimona boasted of her abilities, and although
Marcus did not recognize her as a well-known hunter, that did not
distract from her claims. "Oh, I actually never told you my name. Dimona
Xirie Nuebla. I'm sure you're charmed." He would not know the name, but
that is how the hunter enjoyed it. She did not crave fame or fortune,
she craved excitement, and what better career path to receive such a
rush than a Bounty Hunter. "So tell me handsome, what business did you
and the Intel officer have at some point?" She chuckled to herself, half
expecting it to be inappropriate, but she was curious all the same. He
was well built and quick-witted, not to mention the Major had
specifically warned her not to trust him. A mock gasp was given in his
direction. "Marcus, you couldn't 'possibly' be a shady individual." She
drew that out obnoxiously. "Not with your luxurious background, being in
the house of Rodney. Does 'your' family know you were hanging naked in a
cage in a deep mountain side secret Imperial Intel base?"
Dimona was right about one thing ... he
was quite handsome. "Now, now, Dimona ... a gentleman never tells," he
explained to her as he flashed her the charming grin he had developed in
finishing school. "I want to assure you, my dear, that there is nothing
the least bit 'shady' about yours truly. I'm just a man trying to make a
living," he explained, trying to reason with her, as he shifted closer
towards the bars of the cage to get just a bit nearer to her. "Well, you
know my family ... you know their credits ... how about you and I make a
deal to end this fiasco before it goes any further?" he asked, nodding
his head at her rather firmly, in the hopes she would go for his plan.
"And what exactly is this 'living' you
speak of?" She quickly pulled that tidbit from his statement, not at all
falling for his charms, though she would like to believe him, it just
was not in her nature to be too trusting, especially not someone the
Empire wanted to torture for weeks. "When I captured you, you were
living in a plush castle on the edge of a cliff side, that I had to
scale for days just to reach your balcony." She openly laughed at him,
it was so obvious he was hiding something. "As if you need to make a
living doing anything Marcus Rodney." She emphasized his last name, who
was he fooling. "You must be the black sheep in the family!" Dimona knew
that lifestyle well...she was certainly the black sheep in her own
family. Herself and Marcus might have a lot in common, even more reason
not to trust him.
Marcus remained silent for a moment,
sizing the young bounty hunter up cautiously. "You know ... the last time
I told a woman what I did for a living she ended up dead and I ended up
in a cage..." he explained, growing rather quiet as the smile faded from
his face. "I don't think that's a hyperspace lane we want to go down..."
he said to her, as he again shifted against the now freezing cold
durasteel of the cage bottom. "Everyone in my family has a job. My
brother is a naval officer. My father is a planetary administrator. My
mother serves on the planetary council. Keeping up appearances and all,"
he explained, as he gave her a quick wink with his right eye. "So how
about 50,000 credits and we forget this whole thing? That has to be at
least five times what they offered you to get into this jackpot..." he
said to her, doing his best to try and reason with what he perceived as
a love for finance.
"Or..." She paused with a huge grin,
such a great idea she suddenly schemed. "I could drop you off in front
of the Rodney home estate with a letter attached explaining everything.
Gift wrapped present!" The hunter was a little annoyed that the man's
only solution to his predicament now and from before was to offer her
more money, that was so boring. "Look, I want you to understand
something. I am not interested in money, I'm interested in thrill. I
only get to live this life once, I want it to be full of heartracing
excitement. Clear dear? And seeing the look on the faces of those that
know you, and spreading your embarrassment to the local newscast would
bring me a type of joy that I don't get often. Now, do you want to come
clean with me or should I plot a course to the House of Rodney on Delaya?"
Dimona said sternly, but that glitter of adventurous desire glittered in
her striking dark brown eyes.
"Even if I told you ... you'd never
believe me," Marcus explained to her as he considered his options. It
would be humiliating for him to be found in a cage outside of the
estate, but he would be free. It would affect his family more than him
after all, so he nodded to her with a reluctant sigh. "Very well. Let
the humiliation begin. Anything is preferable to freezing to death in a
cage..." he explained to her, as he folded his arms in front of his
chest, wondering if the servants could free him before Imperial
Holovision would discover his predicament. It might give his father a
heart attack, he never liked the man that much to begin with.
Jeez, he was being so difficult with
her! Dimona was having a hard time getting some truth from that man. No
wonder he was tortured for weeks, probably out of shear frustration on
Traebor's end. Though the more she thought about it, the more the
political aspects became promising. "Hold on...does your family totally
hate you or would they appreciate your rescue? Would they even want to
know you were captured by the Empire. Oh, there are some nasty things
that could come from this." Her mind raced with the possibilities and
the repercussions, no doubt this could cause some sort of conflict. She
did not love the Empire, but she did not hate it either, deciding long
ago to stay neutral to expand her clientele. Those Imperials paid well,
when they were not backstabbing and betraying her, but that was only
every other job, not every job, which for her were acceptable odds. "Hrm..."
Dimona fully leaned back into her chair in heavy contemplation. "If I
dropped you off, would you be able to disappear for awhile? I'm sure the
last place the Empire would expect you to be is back at your estate. But
then I would lose my decoration. What is a girl to do!"
"My family and I have a 'complex'
relationship," Marcus replied, as he wondered if she would really go
through with it. "Oh you don't have to worry about me disappearing.
Believe it or not ... this sort of thing happens a lot..." he explained to
her, as he brought his legs up against his chest and hugged himself. He
started shaking badly and his teeth began to chatter. "It is rather
freezing..." he said, genuinely starting to feel with it. He lifted his
feet in the air, painfully hovering them off the ground to keep the cold
metal from direct contact with the sensitive part of his flesh.
"Apparently it does happen a lot, but
you refuse to tell me the details. That hurts my feelings." She said
with a forced pout on her face, it was so terribly hard to pout, she
almost never did. She considered him for a long moment, she had no real
reason to keep him, he was not really her prisoner, he was just trapped
in a cage, likely for her own safety. She did not have lasting regard
for Major Traebor, but she actually believed that woman when she said
Marcus was dangerous and could not be trusted. She had 'rescued' him out
of spite for her exemployer, not because she had real love for the man
at all. He was just pretty to look at, but she was unimpressed by
everything else she was seeing. "If this happens a lot, you must feel
really awkward all the time, how many other woman want to see you naked
in a cage? I should compile a list for you in a little black book. By
the way..." She paused, remembering some of their past conversation
though it was extremely hazy. "...you promised me a yacht, or some nice
tracks of land, something worthy of my time. I guess I wouldn't mind
that, are yachts fun?"
"I'd rather your feelings be hurt than
your body. It's such a lovely body," Marcus commented as he sized her
up, thinking she was rather attractive, despite the unattractive nature
of the cobbled together patchwork. By now he was starting to turn blue
in the cheeks, and his shivering grew even more intense. Each word he
spoke was slightly slurred as the shivers began to rock his entire body.
"You're the second to see me naked in a cage, Dimona," he said, having
lost his patience by this point. He was freezing and a sense of humor
had already frozen to death. "Yes, yes. A patch of land. A yacht.
Credits. Whatever it takes..." he stammered, closing his eyes for a
moment as he attempted to refocus himself and strengthen his resolve
against the harsh climate.
"Oh for goodness sake." She rolled her
eyes at his display of freezing to death, not sure if he really was
freezing or putting on a show. The hunter jumped up from her chair with
new found enthusiasm and strolled over to the keypad that controlled the
cage, having no idea how to use it properly and having no slicing
skills, she decided to just blow the thing off. That was not at all
risky for Marcus...she thought to herself, even her mind was sarcastic
at times. "Alright, I can't have you dying in there before I get your
phone number so let me...open this thing." Said a bit reluctantly, not
wishing him harm but also being cautious for her own wellbeing. He had
been tortured for some time and was still in terrible shape, she
surmised that if a problem arised, she could take him down, plus she had
the gun. "Alright, but no coping a feel...without my permission." Her Q2
blaster was clasped in her right hand as she brought it up to the
locking mechanism with a worried winced look, not quite sure what will
happen, but it was the best way she could think of to deactivate
this...thing. "I'll have to get this fixed afterwards, could be useful
to have a slave cage for later." And with that, she pulled the trigger
of the small blaster, instantly blowing apart the lock successfully.
"Gaah!" Marcus Rodney groaned as the
explosion sent sparks that singed his exposed flesh, but the door did
successfully blow off its hinge. "Well ... that's one way..." he said as
he quickly opened the door and forced his way out. He lay close to the
ground for a moment, panting like an injured Kath hound as he tried to
regain his composure. "Thank you," he said, as his eyes rolled slowly
upward to size her up, noting the small hold-out blaster in her hand. In
an instant his reflexes kicked in and he surged forward, in a desperate
attempt to tackle her to the ground. His right arm went to hers in an
attempt to jolt her arm back and knock the gun out of her hand. He
needed his freedom and he just did not trust her ... yet. He had hoped his
sudden strike after playing wounded would catch her off guard, but he
did not know her combat abilities.
Fortunately for Dimona, she was very
versed in close hand-to-hand combat...and also submission moves. Why she
wanted to learn that...well, a girl has her secrets. She generally did
not like to handle her cargo so roughly, usually the clients wanted them
alive and unscathed, thus she usually resorted to stun coils and stun
grenades, but at times her acrobatic prowess was very useful. Marcus did
manage to tackle her, she could almost see it coming but she refused to
shoot him with the blaster, even if she aimed for a nonlethal area, she
could have missed with his blurred motion and hit something vital by
mistake, and she really would have felt bad for killing him. Instead,
she braced for the collision in a split second, being brought down by
the man but yielding to his movement. With a steady flow, she pulled
backwards and attempted to double kick the other right off of her as she
fell back into an aerobic tumble. "I said not without my permission!"
The kick caught him unprepared and
caused him to awkwardly roll away from her, but it was not very painful.
"You've been begging for it all night," he said, as he quickly rose up
off the ground and got into a crouched position. Surging forward, he
attempts to lay next to her, leaning on her midsection with his elbow to
attempt to pin her to the ground. "Hold still!" he argued with her, as
they awkwardly rolled around on the floor of the transport like a couple
of animals. The movement was warming him up and the color was returning
to his face. Sweat was starting to form on his naked flesh and droplets
of water ran down across his muscles. His breathing was heavy, and he
was becoming quite excited from the fierce confrontation.
He had a surprising amount of vigor for
someone who was in such sorry shape only an hour ago, forcing her to
struggle with him as they rolled chaotically around on the ground,
knocking over various items and equipment. "This is how you treat a lady
who just saved your life? I see how it is." She growled at him as she
attempted to get the upper hand in this tussle. Dimona had a large
catalog of chokeholds and pin moves, and she would go through all of
them, even breaking his arm if she had to! But she refused to shoot the
poor guy, he has been through enough. She skillfully maneuvered herself
to be mounting him, realizing that... this situation was a little
questionable, and maybe she should have used a different submission
hold. "Umm, I don't usually wrestle naked men, you understand." She
grinned down to him sheepishly, trying her best to mask the
embarrassment and awkwardness before she jumped from him to retreat
backwards with her hands held out passively, trying to calm him. "Look,
relax! I think...you just wanted an excuse to roll around on the ground
Marcus let out a pleasurable grunt as
she mounted him, and instinctively he could not help but buck against
her. He was relieved that she was off him, but now he had a bigger
problem than just securing his release. The naked, sweaty man continued
to pant as he rose to his feet and looked over the smaller hunter, his
tongue gently stroking over his lips. "How about we do that again, but
this time we're both naked?" he suggested, as he flashed a grin in her
general direction. "I'll tell you what happened between me and Min..."
he said in a teasing voice, taking a few delicate steps towards her, not
sure what her reaction would be. Realistically, he had nothing to lose
at this point and there was such a tremendous upside.
She rolled her eyes so fiercely, she
could have gone dizzy. "How about we don't?" She said with an
unimpressed scowl, that was not a good look for her, but Dimona did not
appreciate the misuse of her person, and this wasn't exactly something
that was on her bucket list. Her hand reached into her brown leather
jacket that was all disheveled due to their skirmish to produce yet
another Q2 blaster, pointing it at him quite ferociously, though it was
only an act, she had no plans on shooting him this day, but he did not
need to know that. "I always carry a spare. Now sit down and act like a
nobleman, jeez!" The blaster was heavily thrust towards one of the
chairs that they toppled over.
"Well it looks like we've both got guns
pointed at one another," a very naked Marcus Rodney pointed out, though
his was far less lethal. He moved towards the fallen chair, but just
kept on walking, making a point to pick up a different chair than the
one she indicated. As he sat down on it, his sweaty body made an awkward
noise against the synthetic leather of the chair, as if he had just
passed gas. His cheeks flushed red and he immediately tried to downplay
it. "It was the friction!" he shouted to her, as he crossed his legs in
an attempt to cover himself once again. "So ... got any clothes?" he asked
her, as he looked around her freighter for any sign of a men's wear
section. Seeing none, he wondered how much longer she planned on keeping
him in this state.
"Of course I have clothes you can
borrow, you would have already been dressed in something by now if you
didn't tackle me. You make no sense Marcus." She kept perfect eye
contact, not allowing her vision to drift too far down, quite on purpose
in respect for the other's...predicament. "Is this just like a normal
day for you? You must lead a very fascinating life." Said with a hint of
regard and a quirky smile, truly Dimona could appreciate a life full of
ridiculous encounters. "Now are you going to behave or do I have to stun
you and throw you back into the cage? If you aren't completely insane,
you may go find yourself something to wear in the quarters. Shoo...Shoo.
I have a new course to plot." She flicked the blaster to him to go
exploring, not yet feeling comfortable to put the weapon fully away in
case he wanted to wrestle some more.
"Well let's put it this way ... it's not a
normal day, but it's not an abnormal day either..." Marcus said as he
rose from the chair and began walking towards the quarters. He walked
very slowly and suggestively as he passed her, giving her one last show
as he would soon be clothed. Once inside he began sorting her selection
of men's clothing and scratched his chin as he looked it over. "What are
you doing with this stuff anyway ... married?" he asked, loud enough that
she would be able to hear him from the other room. He looked through the
drawers for a weapon, but was unable to come up with one. Finally he
dressed himself in a pair of trousers that were a bit too short, and a
shirt that was a bit too big. He looked very unprofessional as he
finally emerged from her quarters and back in the passenger compartment
of the ship. "We just left Esseles. How about dropping me off on
Brentaal IV? From there I can get a ride from my brother..." he pointed
out, trying to encourage her to release him.
Dimona got a good look at him as he
emerged into the cockpit, looking rather clumsy in clothes that
obviously did not fit him causing her to smirk, but at least he was not
naked. "Alright, but you owe me that yacht." What would she do with a
yacht? Who knows, but it sounded fun so that was her request. Her hands
briskly roamed across the control panel, plotting in a new course to
Brentaal IV. "Oh, by the way, Major Traebor wants my blood! Isn't that
exciting? So watch yourself, they are coming after the both of us. Did
you roll around on the ground naked with her too?" She asked with a
laugh as their new course was acknowledge by the navigation computer.
"No. Can't say she's had that honor,"
Marcus said with a smile as he turned his head to examine her. She was
really quite beautiful when she was not holding a gun at him. "You'll
get your yacht, but you owe me this for all the trouble you've
caused..." he said, as a strange look came upon his face. A moment
later, his hand moved towards the back of her head and he moved his face
swiftly towards hers. His eyes closed as he attempted to place his lips
upon hers in a tender kiss. He had wanted to do that since Delaya, but
this might be his last chance. After all, Major Traebor was rather
efficient at times.
Her intuition was extremely keen, it was
one of the reasons Dimona was still alive, always trust your instincts,
and this situation was no different. As Marcus leaned in for a kiss, he
may be surprised that he would be met halfway, Dimona had already been
anticipating his rather obvious attempt and leaned into him anxiously.
She took the initiative to wrap an arm around the back of his neck to
pull him closer as her free hand found its way under his shirt,
smoothing over the toned hills and valleys of his skin, fingers pressing
against his muscled chest. The kiss ended up being a little more
passionate than she intended, thus she broke it off early, but not
without giving a gentle lick to the bottom of his lip as she pulled
away. She did not know if she would ever see him again, he may be killed
tomorrow, so it was worth just writing this one off as a quick and fun
exertion. "Umm...yeah, Brentaal IV." She stammered, not exactly sure
what to say after that unexpected diversion. After a moment to compose
herself, she added. "That one was free of charge."
"You're forgetting I'm a billionaire,"
Marcus pointed out , as his tongue slid from between his lips to lick at
where she had tasted him. Suddenly he felt the ship lurch out of
hyperspace as they arrived at Brentaal IV. He sighed sadly, realizing
they would soon be going their separate ways. It was a wonderful
encounter, however, and the galaxy had a funny way of bringing these two
together it seemed. He was confident he would see her again, and perhaps
next time she would be the one in the cage.