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 Post subject: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
PostPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:53 pm 
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Galaxy: Milky Way
System Cluster: _
Solar System: Athena
Planet: Athena IV
Level: surface
Continent / Ocean: _
Nation / Territory: _
State / Province: _
County / Prefecture: _
City / Town / Village: New Olympia
Suburb: _
Structure: downtown and the harbor piers
Time Frame: Past
TNH Verse Year: 2517
Local Date: 2517 October 13

Auzdein found himself slipping slowly back into the conscious realm around him, and felt in his hands the cool, smooth metal of the horizontal railing bar serving as his waist-high resting post. He had been daydreaming.. looking out at the infinite spattering of breathtaking stars above the world The New Horizon was taking up low orbit over. The stars had always commanded his attention and reverence, and over the years he had grown to love them so. Every time he got to see them from the Black, he was reminded how grateful he was to not be back home; where he'd started this incarnation: Earth.

This was the first time The New Horizon had ventured beyond the far more populous 34 Tauri system, which finally had grown enough in military might to allow the ship more flexibility in its patrol routes. Being one of the larger ships in the fleet, it would normally have remained closer to the 34 Tauri's core worlds while smaller ships and their escorts were pushed outward. However, also being a privately owned and operated flagship and social experiment, it was one of the first vessels to travel out farther.

Maneuvered by its Repulsines, The New Horizon quietly descended into the atmosphere without the air friction and flame eruptions that had challenged re-entry vehicles just a few centuries prior. With Repulsines, even spacecraft carriers like The New Horizon could make alarmingly rapid planet-fall without being hindered or worn down by such things. On this day, though, it was making a spectacle of itself for political and motivational reasons, and took its sweet time reaching the surface so everyone within dozens of miles had chance to see, snap photos, and take videos. The advent of its coming had been discussed throughout the colonized Verse's media outlets for weeks, and had attracted a great deal of tourism to the world of Athena IV.

Due to its self-sustaining design and nano-bot recycling capabilities, not to mention the rush of business its visit brought to their planet, The New Horizon had only to pay the local municipality a fraction of what other equally massive military vessels had to for docking rights. No waste services would be needed, it would not leave any pollution in the air or water around it, and it would not need any resupply at all. The only thing it would do is block out roughly half a mile in length of the port city's sky, and, perhaps, contribute to a few negligible brawls.

Auz continued to watch from his private viewing chamber until the vessel finally slowed to a halt, held firmly in place by the reaction of its Repulsines with Athena IV's magnetosphere. A small, blinking icon appeared in the corner of his field of view; his gauntlets letting him know that docking was complete. Exiting the chamber, he passed by a group of field- and general-grade officers, strode through several more hatches and generously spacious corridors, and ended up at the robotic drawbridge yawning open and extending its tongue of grating and guard rails out into the fresh, crisp morning air.

As Auz strolled down the walkway, adorned in only casual traveler's cloths in accordance with the Libo SOPs, he looked over the sides at the crowd gathered along the pier just below and off to the side of the vast carrier. He remembered a time long ago when he'd seen a very similar sight, and cherished the fact that he had upgraded to this one here today. One of the sailors gasped a "****!" as the wind picked up and whipped an item out of their hands, sending it careening down to the rough surface of the pier several stories below. Fortunately for the sailor dumb enough to have things out of his pockets while exiting the carrier, the item didn't land in the water.

The walkway terminated with flexible clamps and pegs atop a portable stairwell construct that had been towed into place by a service vehicle and anchored to a section of the pier. Auz entered it and descended its steps until he was at the bottom-level Plexiglas door being held open by the line of sailors and Marines passing through it ahead of him. It was a welcome sight and feeling, as well as a burst of relief, to have both feet nicely planted on the familiar, comfortable earth and pavement of a welcoming world again. 'So this is New Olympia,' he thought, taking the downtown riverside area in before he moved off of the pier, flashed his ID for the sentries at the pier gate, and headed out in search of anything that would amaze him.

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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by Cyd Bishop

She always came back to here. Home. New Olympia, Athena IV. As much as she attempted to distance herself from the past, Cyd found herself returning to the place of her birth and the 'scene of the crime'. After all, she loved her parents and younger sister. The ever dutiful daughter, Cyd attempted to visit home at least once an Athenaen year.

It was always difficult still, however. The case of her son's kidnapping never solved, it was something she'd never forget. And no matter how often she screamed the mantra inside her head of no regrets, they were there. And thus, which usually brought her to this bar at the edge of the city, her blue eyes matching the cerulean of the waters beyond.

It had turned into a veritable carnival. The large space vessel descending upon the port city of New Olympia. Cyd watched from the edge of the bar, where she could see the craft lower to rest several stories above the ocean. A massive beast of a machine, she could feel the lure to wander her gaze over its girth. The thick bowels embracing visions coiling inside her head. Curiosity wondering where it had been, and where it would go. Surely, far away from Athena. And further than any of her contracts had allowed.

A smooth slid of the muscles beneath the soft pout of her lips tilted into a crooked smirk, which fell the moment that the glass of wine snaked it's bouquet to tease her nostrils. Lifting the glass, she allowed the warm liquid to slip like a dark sanguine river over her bottom lip. The current slipped over the flat of her tongue, where it rolled it's musky taste over the wet muscle, then descended to the darkness of her belly.

With a catlike smirk, Cyd lowered her attention to the flashing bulbs and curiosity seekers that had settled down the cliff at the ocean's edge. Floundering like fish ready to fall back into the waters, they allowed their eagerness to make them stumble like fools at the feet of the soldiers and others who descended from the platform. Like heroes who had returned from war, they were cheered and captured in snapshots.

The saffron blonde shook her head, as a chuckle escaped the elegant length of her throat. As earnest her mind had flickered in want to know about the ship, there had always been the bit of pride which rusted the gold of her mind. She yanked her attention away, as she pulled out an information pad from her pocket. The soft pad of her thumb passed the screen, lighting up the view screen to only see there were no messages still. No gigs, no proposals of contract, nothing that would take her away from here.

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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New Olympia certainly had its impressive and sizable architecture downtown. Fortunately for the cuisine connoisseur, it also boasted the best dining. Auz had meandered through the city blocks with no particular destination in mind; just letting The Force, as he jokingly called fate or urges, take him where it would. The smell of foods not supersaturated in corn syrup, deep fried batter, and mayonnaise based sauces appealed to him; a café just up the sidewalk seducing him with its wafting aroma. Auz narrowed his eyes in guarded optimism, not quickening his pace one bit, but approached its sign and outdoor tables.

The restaurant was small, well kept, displayed an artistically framed menu on an easel angled into the pedestrian traffic, and, most importantly to Auz, served its entrées on dishes instead of Styrofoam. Then he caught the whiff of alcohol hiding between the other scents being carried around in the wakes of the passersby. He was about to turn his nose up at the whole establishment just for that, but a woman and patron of the open-air café captured his attention and gave him reason enough to pause and reconsider.

Nearer the interior of the business, the blue-eyed blonde occupied a space at its bar, and appeared to be checking her PDA. Auz loathed Outlanders, and had enough trouble mustering up the composure to deal politely with even the humans working diligently aboard his ship. Despite this, somehow the slender, picturesque woman called to him like an ethereal Siren -minus the 'hideous' aspect alleged to have belonged to those of the Greeks. Auz studied her with the stern, doubtful eyes and expression of a Drill Instructor deciding whether to keep or drop an offending recruit. Yes, to him, she was already in offense for being in the vicinity of the drinks which somehow reversed one of his gifts.

'Mingle, Auz. C'mon. You won't be here much longer and every goddamn human colony gives in to this ****. Just suck it up.. and mingle. Hell.. you might even discover something useful in this mess.' His thoughts concluded as eyes closed for a few seconds. He quietly spoke a deity's name in vain. "Very well." Auz walked past the menu easel and approached the bar. 'You're thinking with your **** again, Auz,' one thought jeered. Then another: 'So? It works for me.' He reached the bar, albeit full of visions of killing everyone who worked and purchased at it, and took a vacant stool, resting one black sneaker against its lowest rung.

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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Tucking away the PDA device to the inside of her jacket, Cyd fought the frown which twisted of frustration upon her lips. Dark blonde lashes narrowed across the deep azure pools of her eyes, thrusting grievances into the ocean waters beyond. Cyd's glare penetrated the rolling seas. Its usual soft lull of ocean waves had been taken away by the sound of tourists down on the beach. Perhaps, today was just not going to be hers to savor in peace.

Placing the glass back upon the table, Cyd pulled a long slow breath, suckling the salty air. The taste of the sea played over her lips, causing her mouth to water with thirst. Yet, her mind would not allow her thoughts to stay back to the drink, as movement stepping up the stone steps towards the cafe drew her attention.

They were there. A few of them from the New Horizon, distinguishable by their dress and the way they moved with a sure and certain pace. Her gaze swept over them. Her own training and personal insight immediately sparking thought patterns to puzzle within her brain. Where were they from? What were they? And just why were they even here to this faraway, nearly forgotten colony? She wanted to know, to piece together their histories without them even knowing. The first a short man, young, with his chin jerking to and fro, his eyes already setting on a group of giggling teenager girls who had become his quick shadow.

Cyd laughed, remembering the folly of bright eyed youth. When boys from faraway places seemed like 'knights in shining armor' come to take you away and make you their princess in a fantasy kingdom. Her own journey through gilded love hadn't turned out so well, causing Cyd to become rather cynical. Perhaps, that was what time did to a woman, even if within she hoped it weren't true.

Her hand had begun to pass over the smooth expanse of the bar to reach for her wine glass, when the view of another caused the elegant ivory digits to fumble and fall lightly to the surface. A rugged face, edged in the scruff of a few days shadow, called attention to those long past, wistful thoughts of girlish notions. He moved with a certainty, and yet casual ease. Broad shoulders spoke of physique that had grown beyond the years of a boy, and into a man who took hold of life in the form of one of its leaders.

Admittedly, the sight was gorgeous; causing a certain skip in the cadence of her heart, which caused a momentary flush of heat to strike places that had grown to hunger. Cyd closed her eyes, the moment that the mind was awakened to the 'fool'. A quick jerk of the elegant line of her jaw turned her head away from risking anymore attention to the herculean Adonis. A thwarted attempt made, as the man sat but a few bar stools away.

Cyd drew manicured short nails along the silken wood counter, as her hand coiled into a loose grip resting. The tension could be felt in the air, thick like the salt which foamed at the ocean’s edge, now that her mind had begun to torment her with other thoughts. Thoughts of how long it had been, followed by a few silent repeats of the world damn in her head.

"Hey, Cyd, so how long are you going to be in town this time?"

The voice of the bar-back jerked her attention behind the bar, and caused a smirk to waver on her features, "However long it takes for me to get a new contract."

"Heh," the bar-back chuckled, nodding his head towards the large ship off port, "Maybe you should see if they need a new pilot? Can you fly something like that?"

The blonde lifted a sculpted brow, before turning her eyes to look over her shoulder at the New Horizon. It was far too large. She wouldn't have the first clue, she thought, but wouldn't admit it. She let out a faint laugh, shaking her head, as she turned back to the bar, "I like them big, but that is more ship than I've ever handled."

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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"Hey, Cyd, so how long are you going to be in town this time?"
Auz fought a smirk on the side facing away from the woman, pursing lips as his ears raised a millimeter or two, matched by his rising brow and shifting scalp. It was almost too easy to be any fun; he already had her name. Oh, the joys of being a forward observer and having the patience of a demigod finally passing in and out of nirvana.

His back leaned against the counter-top as he took in the sights of the street and one of the sailors who had already gained an attractive entourage. Auz wondered what the statutory **** age limit was on this world, and immediately narrowed his eyes at the thought of humans daring to enforce any laws, no matter what they were based on. If and when it happened, he would rise to slaughter and damn untold numbers no matter what the repercussions. Only an act or sign of God would change his mind if he had law enforcement officers downrange and one of his shipmates in the slammer. He hadn't cared much for the law, regulations, or "the boys in blue" ever since his eventful childhood.

"However long it takes for me to get a new contract."
He finally let out a very brief chuckle through stilled nostrils; dimples remaining visible for a few moments after the sound. And now he had an in, as well as a voice signature. Choosing to match a voice signature, dialect, or accent, led to familiarity, and was favored when dealing with most animals. Humans, however, were different. Choosing instead to use a foreign voice signature often produced far better results, attractions, and discounts. It was worth a shot.

Auz let them finish their small talk, and almost laughed heartily and aloud when the woman had remarked "I like them big," but had managed to hold it inside with nay but closing eyes and the widest grin lifting the flesh over his cheekbones. A deep breath was held and then released, letting the urge to laugh pass with it, and he made his move.

Auz pivoted a commanding head to cast steely brown eyes her way. He cleared his throat in two bursts of polite noise to get the woman's attention. In a thick accent of Scottish from olde Earth-That-Was, "Pardon my inadvertent eavesdropping, lass, but it sounds like an eager soul with a knack for the joystick and sky.. is in need of a vocation." Before introducing himself, he paused to see how the woman would react, expecting, as he tended to, the worst coming from another human. His face remained pleasantly calm, neutral, and reserved, though. His fingers and palms, on the other hand, had already started to electrify themselves, imagining being employed to aggressively caress and deeply massage her finest features, sending the both of them into a helplessly intoxicating, lust-drunk trance. It had been a while since he had put his years of training in that department to good use. So few had ever proved worthy. Her physique and facial structure, her hair and eyes and.. damn near everything.. were not helping him restrain this.

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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It wasn't ‘til after the near tormented grin weaseled on Jones features, that Cyd realized the inadvertent quip she had just made about handling something big. She let it go, as Jones did; the bar-back grabbing glasses from beneath the countertop to set up for the late evening, when the cafe would do most of its business. The arrival of the New Horizon would certainly boost the flow of cash into the restaurant. And to the assorted business' that had grown around the vacation 'hot spot' of Athena IV.

The short lived service in Athena IV's military, and later career of security consultant, had caused Cyd to be a woman quick to notice detail. She could literally feel the man's eyes on her, however nonchalant. Her hearing keen, picked up nearly every detail of his breath, including the slight pause in his breath, indicating that he must have registered her unintended caper of words. And then the slow and practiced release of air past his lips... While her features would not register an ounce of response, within such a sound raked the amber coals long thought slumbered.

Her hand had begun to round the tips of her fingers to the stem of her wine glass, when Cyd had seen the full turn of his head out of the corner of her azure eyes. Her chin lowered, as her thoughts paused from recognition of things a woman her age longed for but had shut away, the moment she heard his voice. It was full of masculine honey, rolling through the thick play of an accent to which was very alien to the region. And in turn, he played the game of words which acknowledged her comment about flying a ship and waiting out her next job.

With a lift of her regal sculpted jaw-line, Cyd fractured a glance towards Jones. The bar-back was studying the man, to whom neither of them knew other than having come from the New Horizon. As with most human communities, there was a distrust of those to whom one did not know. The blonde could see Jones' stature shift into a more protective and nearly jealous rise of shoulders and stiffening of the back. As if his 5'8" physique could seem imposing to a man such as the one speaking.

Nudging the base of the wine glass to slide away, Cyd inadvertently made a movement that said she was more than willing to talk. She needed a job, and to be coy with a stranger had never gotten her anywhere. She shook her head softly towards Jones, with soft blue eyes that pleaded he backed off from the conversation.

She turned, still with her chin lifted to square off an emboldened half smile towards the dark haired male. Her blue eyes danced for a moment over his features, the strong bone structure, the square of his jaw, and eyes seemed very disengaged, certainly having made Jones' little display nothing more than a flicker of a scratch in the world that played out within his mind.

There was something about him, drawn towards him even just a breath of a time before. An attempt was made, silencing the curiosity and sudden sensual awareness of her own body. Cyd turned in the bar chair, allowing a long slender thigh to fall from the seat, as her other boot hooked its hold on the lower rung of the chair. Again, her head with lift, as thoughts were clearly displayed in the clear vision of her Mediterranean blue eyes, "You could say it's more than a knack. And you are right, I'm currently grounded and in need of a job."

"So, I'll bite," she smirked, a gradual slither of smile pulled at the small dimples at the corners of her mouth. [color=#0080FF][i]"You don't happen to know of someone who needs their 'stick' piloted?" Admittedly, she was playing words with him. Cyd wasn't like the younger Athenaen women who had gathered to flock around the men who had ventured from the ship. She had worked with men long enough to know how to joke about, and that usually helped in gaining a new contract.

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Auz did not consider himself a 'bad-***', unlike -probably- many of the other sailors and Marines aboard the newly docked carrier; he had merely had fortune, favor, The Fates, and a fair bit of intelligence on his side. He had merely learned how to let go and free-fall through and away from worries and fears (having been forced to), not to mention how to terminate any form, whether someone thought it alive and with-soul or not. This had made some see him as a hero or a tough, leader figure, but he had always cautioned them against this, offering his opinion and advice to never idolize anyone, and to always and only look for one's own truth, draw one's own conclusions, do one's own research, and, ultimately, only love and idolize one's self -just not in an annoyingly boastful way. So, while on the surface he might seem dark, macho, and apathetic, inside he was a well of wisdom, humbleness, and deep emotions all working intricately with one another and none controlling him, but rather the other way around; he controlled them and his body without limiting or chastising either.

The steely look he gave people was just to make sure only the confident and candid made it through his social firewall. Being a Marine was the only religion, save his own custom one, that he knew and catered to, so none dared pass or cross him without also being a member of that faith -even if they weren't a member of his Corps. Ironically enough, most Marines-on-paper never made it close to passing through that wall. Those who did were often from far different organizations and walks of life; many of them not even military at all. Auz was very picky, and comfortable with, as well as fiercely proud of that fact.

When the woman slid that slender thigh off the seat, he couldn't help it. It was gorgeous. It was exactly the form that his soul had to have in a woman's thigh. He could picture and feel his hands closing around it from both sides, sliding together up and down its complete length to arouse them both, and finally, after deeply kneading and massaging it, making their way to some place even sweeter. He let her see his eyes locking onto it, tracing it, and drinking up the sight of its every curve, shadow, and suspected feel. Then he let his eyes move debonairly back up to hers, speaking to the woman without words: 'I will receive you, I lust for your form, but if you try to use it like a bargaining chip, I will walk.. and forget this moment ever had occurred.' He felt the anticipatory energy wash down from base to tip through his ****, but its flesh stirred not, and he merely embraced it as an offering from the gods.

"You could say it's more than a knack." He chewed his tongue a few times, letting a Grinch of a grin spread his lips and form a dashing dimple on one cheek. 'Cocky little ****-****, aren't you?' he thought, laughing inwardly and enjoying her opening much. Auz would revel in ripping her story apart and pushing her past even the limits of the aces if she really hoped to back up those daring words. He, too, had something 'more than a knack' when it came to 'the wheel'; of carriage or bird. Anyone that took up the role of braggart in the same was held immediately and unflinchingly to his test -if they weren't utterly dismissed for blatant lying.

"And you are right, I'm currently grounded and in need of a job."
His lips parted and air audibly left his nostrils in a quiet whoosh. A joke had quickly formed in his head.
"So, I'll bite," she smirked, a gradual slither of smile pulled at the small dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Auz let her watch him loving and studying those lips and dimples intently. His eyes moved back up to hers. They exuded and radiated power beyond even the fabled angels of lore. There was something explosive and truly alien about this man, but not necessarily in a 'bad' or hostile way. Auz took a breath, weighing her every word, note, and muscle shift as easily as that breath entered and left him.

"You don't happen to know of someone who needs their 'stick' piloted?"
His left brow involuntarily flickered up in a raise before slowly settling back down; the energy that had triggered it now moving to spread his lips and cause his mandible to gently play with and chew on his tongue. He could almost feel himself taking her, entering her, tasting her even before his lips sealed upon her and hot tongue pressed feverishly to matching, nymphetamine flesh.

"It is a shame your parents grounded you." he let a cheeky smile slowly form, then pass; his eyes moving momentarily out over the other patrons and passersby before returning to her. He left it up to her to detect or decide whether it was a sly compliment regarding her youthful appearance, ..or a condescending pass at her mental level, inability to keep a steady job, and possible current residence in the attic of a blood relative. Maybe it was both; he was, after all, a dirty Jar-head.

Auz tilted his head back with steadily jutting chin as his body shifted to rotate and face her in his seat. His legs casually hung wide open with one of his feet resting upon the lowest rung, while the other foot rested on the floor, pointing its straight leg directly at the base of her position. As that pointing foot rose and descended, he imagined how it would feel ‘pedaling’ on her crotch to torment her to the point of horny eruption. "As a matter of fact, young, spirited lass," his thick Scotsman accent continued to flow forth to her like a bathing river just deep enough to exhilarate without sweeping her away -yet. "..I happen to know a fellow whose ****-pit is in immediate need of attention." As he said this, he let the leg bent at the knee rock subtly from side to side, opening the area between his legs just a little bit more to see if the movement would capture her gaze, and paused for effect.

"The only trouble is.. this guy is a reallll *****. He's extreme, has a short fuse, cusses and jokes worse than any sailor, and is, in some circles, considered quite the mad-man and slave-driver." Another pause. "Although... there are some who appreciate him and prefer his pace and style." He looked down at her thigh again, letting his dark chocolate eyes caress their way up it into the shadowy fold where it met the curving tuck of her groin. He could smell it. He could taste it. He could feel his tongue pleasing it to the point of white-knuckled insanity until they both were pulling at each other’s hair and going at it like wild, crazed animals. Oh, the things he would do with that heavenly slender thigh; manipulating it, smoooothly fondling and then gripping it just the way her deepest, darkest fantasies wanted him to, tongue petting and adoring it, pinning it in all sorts of ‘advanced positions’, holding it wide open and far out of the way of.. ‘other things’…

"Is the lady good with handling joy-sticks and occupying ****-pits?" If she was going to slip in flirty innuendos and try to use her wiles as leverage, he was going to rampage through that and lay waste to it with his own; true Marine fashion: attack through the attack, black-out rage through the ambush, and respect, thank, and love the enemy for honoring you with their pitiful attempt and the chance to spill all their blood.

The woman had played her cards well with the former- or uber-Marine. He knew it was all a 'dog and pony show' at this early stage, but if she could keep up, and if this was not her 'best foot' being placed strategically and hungrily forward, but just a taste of things to come, then she was already on board in his eyes.

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"It is a shame your parents grounded you."

He was like any top notch alpha male soldier which she had ever met, a brazen smart ***. The kind that a young girl's father would tell her to avoid. They were nothing but trouble, dirty rotten trouble that better never try to lay a hand on their daughter. Yet, they would. Oh, how the girl's craved a man who held a bit of grit in his teeth, and toyed words that made a woman feel heat in places they had never knew exist. Cyd knew about such men. Had worked beside them, and for the most part found her place among them as one of the boys.

Yet, there was something about this one. He wasn't like most men. Not as he swiveled his body to match her very position. Like two gunfighters in an old spaghetti western from planet Earth, they were aligned, ready to point and shoot. But, to what pleasure, and what end? The blonde needed a new contract. She had to get off this planet, soon, before it would smother her with its memories.

The features of her face played a soft tilted grin, as she would do her best not to allow him to gain too much of the upper hand. Cyd was old enough to know better than to attempt to run a man over at his own game. She was good, but she wasn't a fool.

A quick huff of a laugh puffed air between her lips, and caused her body to jerk slightly as the woman glanced away with that dynamic smile flashing towards Jones. Her parents, she thought. It had been a long time since she'd been under her parents thumb. Even now, she practiced her own play at independence. A cheap rented room over a coffee shop, Cyd wasn't about to move back 'home'. That made it sound too much like she was staying, which she wasn't.

The word 'attention' drew her bright blue eyes back to him, where the sweep of his bent thigh did just what he was expecting. The intense cerulean of her oculars tumbled downward. Before she could even stop the gravitation, her eyes descended to the swell beneath his belt. Damn, damn, she thought, the moment that her cheeks felt the sure flush of heat against her pale features. Quickly, she jolted her gaze upwards with a sharp flick of attention. Teeth bit against the edge of her mouth, as saliva thickened behind her plump lips. She swallowed it back, and was about to make a comment, as he continued, commanding the impromptu interview.

"I've worked with a few hard asses in the past. He wouldn't be anything new," or so she believed. Her only problem was, she still did not know the size of the craft that needed to be flown. Surely, the man had heard the comment she had made, and had sized it up for the truth that had been behind it. Still, she found herself enjoying this game, even if she could feel he was the one handling the stick, as it were here.

"The -lady- can take on most any spacecraft made. Even if she's not handled one like it, she can figure it out. Most aren't that different, although might be though otherwise," she was careful there, but found herself pressing one more small tease within. She had to, and she didn't know why. Perhaps, it was the way he gripped her with the audience of his attention. His eyes giving interrogation to the curve of her breasts, parleyed with the apex between her thighs. Cyd knew she should have been pissed. Most any other male, and she'd have ended the conversation. Screw the job, **** the ********, she'd get a contract somewhere else. But, he intrigued her. It wasn't just his oral skills that solicited her attention, but the way he seemed to craft her attention just where he wanted it.

"So, tell me," she began, tilted her head slightly, as the line of her mouth pursed, before sliding into a Cheshire cat smile, "Do you think this... *****...will give me a chance to interview with him?"

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Paying close and natural attention to her, he caught her glance downtown, the ensuing blush and corrective jolt, the lip biting, and all that went along with it. Either she was a skilled actress, or he had just yanked the proverbial rug out from under her. Either way, he was enjoying their intercourse.

"I've worked with a few hard asses in the past. He wouldn't be anything new."
Auz couldn't help but show a wild flash of merriment at her assumption. He'd heard that before. He'd also heard every single person and organization exasperatedly throw up their hands at him when none had ever been able to break or even stress him. Auz decided to take her comment as a hearty challenge. He was by far the most demanding, but he would double and even triple that nature just because she had said that. Game on. Cyd had just activated a mine field she might have otherwise been able to carefully walk through.

"The -lady- can take on most any spacecraft made. Even if she's not handled one like it, she can figure it out. Most aren't that different-"
Auz looked up at the ceiling above and behind her head for a moment, nodding to her reassuring commentary. 'Sure, sure, young lassy,' he thought, 'We'll see. We'll see.' He'd heard it all before; a billion bastards bragging, and at this point... he really didn't believe anyone no matter what they said or proved. Every human was a liar. Every human was blind and pathetic. That was Auz's take on things. He wasn't sure if he was a demi-god, but he was sure he was one by human standards. He'd often thought, jokingly to himself, that something like that didn't really compliment one much; filthy mongrel accidental sub-race, they all were. To say you were a demi-god compared to the humans was not all that different from saying you were the least retarded child on the short-bus.

"So, tell me,"
Auz looked deeply into her eyes, letting her see and feel that he was reading and feeling the inside of them to their darkest depths, probing her thoroughly to find out how all her insides worked.
"Do you think this... *****...will give me a chance to interview with him?"
Auz smirked, motioning his head up an inch and to a slight tilt, indicating the preferred direction of travel for the remainder of their conversation. "Come with me."
'Follow me' might have been said, but 'come' was pronounced exactly the same way as '***', and he would be rampaging and raiding against her mental fortitude for the next few days with non-stop, overlapping, verbal (and other) black-ops to ensure she could handle the pressure, innuendos, mannerisms, and culture of his closely-nit crew of unlikely heroes.

Rising from his seat, he strolled out at a steady pace, appearing to those around him as if he didn't have a care in the world, yet was also the last person anyone should try to approach for any reason. Auz was the kind of man who would kill an old lady in plain daylight in a crowded gathering just because she spoke out of turn. Nothing got past him with the slightest shred of tolerance or consideration. Every human was a scam artist to him; every smile and icebreaker: the fatal lie before the snare and trap. If Cyd didn't keep up, his pace would not slow, nor would he cast a look back over his shoulder. He could always pilot the damn craft himself. The interview had begun.

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 Post subject: Re: Jumpstart [Tag: Cyd Bishop]
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Cyd knew that she was assigning herself before his eyes as a bit of a big talker. Not knowing the man-before-her's culture or past, she would accidentally assume that he was like other males which she had worked for. It would be a mistake, that might bite her in the *** within time. Yet, it was a possibility which she had to take.

By design and rearing, Cyd had chosen a lifestyle which still was not considered viable for females. Unlike her sister, she had grown into a bit of a tomboy. Running with the boys, following her father's shadow, all in an unknown attempt to fulfill her father's 'loss' of never having had a male child. The blonde could have easily swayed hips with the best of companions, but it had not been tuned into her nature. Few would find the soft side of the blonde, that feathered just beneath the ivory skin of the pilot. Velvet and lace did not get one a pilot or security consultant contract, unless Cyd planned on playing the part of a hood ornament on her back.

She watched as his hunter like eyes shot above and then past the elegant bend of her shoulder. It was as if he were assessing the air about her. Could lightening be about to strike? Or was it an attempt to see if she would fluster and follow the path of his eyes? Cyd didn't give it a chance to consider. Coaxing further the man before her, in hopes that he could get her a meeting with the '*****' who might give her a gig for at least a few months.

Fighting the hopeful gleam that tempted the surface of her azure oculars, Cyd remained poised at the bar, until he gave the sudden forward angle of his head towards the cafe exit. He gave her no chance to pay for her drink, and hardly any time to grab her jacket. With a quick knowing glance towards Jones that she would pay for her drink later, the blonde reached for her jacket on the stool next to her, and jogged quickly to catch up with the dark haired man's commanding pace.

The leather soles of her boots slid with hardly a scuff against the cobblestone pavement. Sliding one arm through a sleeve, Cyd let the back of the jacket catch sail with the winds of off the ocean. It allowed her a moment to sweep the jacket over her shoulders, not missing another long stride to keep up with the man, to whom she still did not know his name. Long fingers swept beneath the silken saffron strands of her hair, untucking them from the collar of her jacket, cascading over the dark thin leather.

She didn't speak, considering that perhaps she had spoken enough for the moment. Besides, he had at least several inches over her height. His advance through the street caused her own long stroll to step up a pace. It was as if time were little to waste for the man, who Cyd now found the moment to visually take in. One step behind, the blonde was able to patrol his build with her perceptive vision. The girth of his shoulders marked a frame built by long years of training, a hard edged life where muscle was needed, as well as wit. The upper width of him came together into the lean form his lower back. And here, Cyd found herself feeling the humid heat of sexual interest. In the fitting form of his shirt, she could see muscles flex, stretching and pulling above the tight grip of his ***. Teeth clenched, as the sudden fantasy of those forged muscles driving his length into the tight wet grip of her cunny. Her mind gasped in the silence within, as the phantasm strummed darker things into tightly bundled coils.

Taking a glance away, Cyd worried a look out towards the large ship. Her eyebrow knitted tightly for a glancing second, considering for a moment that it might very well have some magic hand over things of the imagination and more carnal suggestions. Blinking the thoughts away, Cyd was thankful to find she had not lost pace with the 'officer?', but this time, she'd keep her eyes upwards, fighting small tears in the fabric of her professional fortitude.

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