A Fist full of Drink (Vrag)

[Blair]

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were the one with the broken bones." Deborah suggested before shrugging and nodding at no hard feelings. It was, for lack of anything else, decent enough to get all of this off thier chests. Maybe [member="Vrag"] didn't think on it too much but obviously Deborah did. Still, given what they just went through talking about, she was a little more lineant now. Then where the sith had eged her on to tell about how she lost her arm Deborah sighed before saying "Fine. Only if you tell me about how you got poped in the knee first. Deal?" She even held up her hand as a truce/ sign of agreement between them if she would.

 

[Vrag]

Vrag nodded her head, conceding the argument to [member="Deborah Waller"]. "I did tell you to move," she added under her breath, unable to stop herself. She had to admit that the mercenary had a point, though, even if the admission never left the confines of her mind. To her, healing was as natural as breathing, and she rarely spared any thought to how other, less naturally gifted people dealt with severe injury. With cybernetics, apparently, the Sith answered herself before turning back to her drinking buddy.

"I... didn't," she blinked a few times in the short span of that uncomfortable silence, unsure how to continue. "As I said, it was a joke. A thing we'd say when someone got out of the life and went on the straight and narrow," she rolled her eyes, but continued nonetheless. "You could say I got shot, figuratively, when I joined the Sith... but other than that, no, my knees perfectly fine, thank you."

"So, what's the story?" she asked and motioned to her robotic arm.

 

[Blair]

"Shot is still a shot." Deborah pointed out. "Real or not you took it." She looked down at her knee before saying "Though I'll be honest, even if it wasn't real I'm sure it still hurt someway." After that she sighed before gulping down the rest of her beer. With that she was ready to talk.

"I wasn't the original leader of this gang. Used to be some guy on Courascant, back where they started. And...well me too actually. See I joined the Republic military and wanted to try make something out of my life. Wanted to get myself out of Undercity, maybe get my folks out too so they could live somewhere nice for the rest of thier lives. Didn't work out though. My squad and I got caught up in some bad press thanks to one of our teammates. We all took the fall for it. Dischanged. I went home without anything else to go on but my friends for help. Thankfully an old buddy of mine named Gordy was in with the Striders. He talked a good talk and got me in before he wound up taking over when the last guy made a mistake and got a blaster round in his head. So Gordy took his place and I took Gordy's. I was second in-command and calling almost all the shots." She was quiet for a moment before looking back to her men, who were still enjoying themselves, before looking back to [member="Vrag"] and continuing. "Thing is I was starting to get more popular than Gordy without even realizing it. I was making some dackdoor deals. Made sure everyone got a decent cut, and that they didn't kill each other. I was more organized and I made sure the men looked out for each other. Like an actual team should. But Gordy didn't like the competition. It wasn't until you Sith folk came and invaded Coruscant that he finally made his move...... We were up on the spaceport and....he pushed me over the egde. I managed to land on some of the pipes that lined the lower levels but a lot of debris came down. One big chunk....crushed my arm. Grody left me for dead and I thought I was until a med team found me before getting me off-world. I was near-death before they managed to save me. And from there they fitted me with this." She showed off her robotic hand again before saying "Once I was back on my feet I was out for blood. I found Gordy and the Striders and I payed him back. Choked him with this hand alone." A bunring look was in her eyes before she turned back to the counter and said "Good enough story for you?"

 

[Vrag]

She waved it off, hoping that [member="Deborah Waller"] would drop the matter as their conversation moved on to other things. She had always been one of those people who thought that change should be celebrated, not feared, but she also knew damn well that there were very few of them around. When the mercenary spoke again, Vrag set her glass down and listened; if not in a companionable, at least in a respectable silence. After all, it wasn't every day that a veteran was willing to relay their story, and the Sith wasn't unnecessary cruel by nature.

"Must have been pissed," she huffed knowingly as her thoughts went on an unwilling trip down memory lane. She could still vividly remember every second of her escape from that base all those years ago, and could probably recite the steps in her plan if you threw her out of bed in the middle of the night. Traumatic experiences were the sort of dual bastards that either stuck with you forever, or erased your recollection of that time completely. You never knew which one you were going to get, and neither was fun.

"Nice touch at the end there," the Sith tipped her glass to the woman and emptied it in one. "Choking is always nice. You get to watch as life fades from their eyes... Oh, yes. Nothing quite like it," she continued as her gaze glazed over with remembrance.

 

[Blair]

Given the sith's comment about the choking Deborah wasn't too suprised. She knew there were sith who enjoyed killing, and those who did it because they had to for one reason or another. They weren't all that different from mercs and assassins and other hired guns who have thier own tendancies towards what they do. Even then, after what she said. it didn't make Deb feel much better.

Ordering another beer and adding a sigh she said to [member="Vrag"] "Yeah, well....didn't help me any better. Still felt like poodoo for a while, even after I took lead of the Striders. And after that I through myself and my boys in with the Ravens and, well, rest is history." Once her drink arrived she took a quick swig before asking "So what about you and the sith? You just wake up with your powers and think about killing people and taking power, or is there more to it?"

 

[Vrag]

"Depends on who you ask, I suppose," the Sith offered in reply as she sipped from her glass. "I don't know about you, but I like my freedom without the fine print and all that bureaucratic nonsense that the Republic adores," she continued, anger and resentment clear in the tone of her voice. "Tried to live by their rules for a while, figured it wasn't worth my time and effort, and went off to find something that was," the woman finished her tale and her drink.

"Honestly, the whole 'Galactic domination' thing isn't really my style, but nobody actually forces you to get involved with it if you don't want to, so...whatever, you know? People leave you alone for the most part, and if they don't and you bash their head in, no-one's going to judge you for it."

"That's how it should be everywhere, if you ask me. No arbitrary decisions by some so-called 'representatives' who would sooner sell their own mother then help the people. Frak that, I say. The justice we deliver ourselves is the only justice we will ever get."

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

As she listned to [member="Vrag"] give her whole speech about freedom and not being confide to the rules of other Deborah almost looked shocked beyond belief. It was hard to say it it was because she was suprised she said all that or because she was angry at her for saying it. Very hard to tell given the look in her eyes, and the obvious tension that some have felt after overhearing the two. She had her whole body turned to hear her out before she finally finished after that Deborah turned back to the counter.

"Hey!" she flagged the wookie tender down. "Another drink for my friend, on me." she said, indicating Vrag. After that she looked to her and said "I'm offically starting to like you now, Vrag." she even held her hand out to shake as makeup for ealier. "From one girl who prefers her freedom to another, you know?"

 

[Vrag]

"If you're trying to get me drunk," the Sith started, smirking at [member="Deborah Waller"], "you needn't bother. I could drink this whole place under the table and still walk out on my own two legs." It certainly sounded like gloating, — and Vrag would be lying if she denied there was a grain of it somewhere in there — but the statement was, for the most part, an honest-to-Force truth. The drinking bets used to be an easy score for the firrerreo back in the day, and sometimes she'd do it out of pure boredom; she never got tired of watching some bounty hunter's eyes widen in surprise when a teenage tramp out-drank him.

"Well then, to freedom!" She raised her beet in toast before taking a healthy swig. "Speaking of which," Vrag said as she set down her bottle, her blue eyes scanning the room before fixing on the mercenary again. "Just how... free are you, exactly?" There was no missing the suggestive undertone in her voice, if you knew to look for that sort of thing.

 

[Blair]

Given the first comment Deb smirked and said "Yeah, sure." not fully buying her gloat. Didn't matter though. She wasn't trying to get her drunk, just trying to make up for any past hardships they may have felt towards each other; if there were still any. Once the drink arrived and [member="Vrag"] rasied her bottle and said "Freedom, and lots of it." They bottles clanged before Deb started sipping hers down, only to hear Vrag's little suggestion a moment later. She looked at her, almost disbelieving at first, before a smile began to crack as she answered "I'm not busy if you're not."

 

[Vrag]

"Well, now I am," the Sith smirked as her eyes raked along the mercenary's form. There was something to be said about military types, that was for certain. Being one herself, Vrag would be lying if she didn't admit to a certain amount of bias on her part; that, however, did little to change the fact that people like her and [member="Deborah Waller"] were certainly worthy of a second look. If nothing else, they had a toned physique going for them, and that wasn't something you could lightly brush aside.

She yanked her gaze off the woman and flicked a credit chit on the counter, pushing off the barstool as she did so. "Your ship or mine?" she asked and threw her a look over her shoulder. There was nothing coy about her demeanor anymore — an attitude certainly helped along by the amounts of alcohol ingested — but then again, Vrag was the blunt sort anyway.

 

[Blair]

Deborah smacked down a credit on the bar as well, settleing the tab for both of them. She smirked just as [member="Vrag"] had asked which sjip they'd be going to. Given the fact she was so eager, and because it was close enough, Deborah said "Give me a sec." She pulled out a small comm device before saying "Flea. Tell the boys to take off for the night..... Yeah..... Well just two of them, then...... No. I've got se company coming..... Yeah, that kind..... Good." After that she held a finger up to Vrag, indicating a little bit more, before walking over to her men in the bar on the otherside. She spoke to them, some looking back at Vrag suspciously, before finally agreeing. After that Deborah walked back to her Sith freind and said "Follow me." even offering a hand. "Ship's right over at the port, just down the block from here.

 

[Vrag]

"Fine by me," the woman gave a short laugh and tapped her foot while she waited for [member="Deborah Waller"] to make the necessary arrangements. It took a few minutes, but then the mercenary was finally done, and the Sith exited into the crisp evening air with a spring in her step. The night was definitely going to be a significant improvement after the day she'd had. What amused Vrag the most was the fact that both were caused by the same people; or, well, person, in this case. It mattered little to the firrerreo, honestly. There was not much time to get laid when you were waging war, and a woman has her needs.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but you can forget about topping me," Vrag said with a smirk as they rounded the corner and headed in the direction of the ship. "So, you usually swing both ways or is this just a drunken experiment for you?" she asked as they neared the docks, genuine interest in her voice.

 

[Blair]

As they walked out and Deborah heard her comments she laughed at [member="Vrag"] before saying "Careful. I get this arm working on you, we'll see who's on TOP then." She reached over and drapped her arm around the woman's shoulders, indicating to anyone and everyone who saw that they were "busy". As they walked a little further Deborah was glad to know her ship was just around the corner at this point. When asked about her sexual preferences Deborah shrugged before clarifiying "I've had a boyfriend, and a girlfriend. Trust me, at this point I've learned it doesn't matter what you are as long as you make it worth it." After that they'd rounded to the space port where, upon pointing it out, Deborah showed Vrag her ship; a large DM-Mantis with a few spray painted logos and signs on it. "There she is, my baby." she added.

 

[Vrag]

"But that would be cheating," the Sith replied with a toothy grin that grew even wider when her companion tried to place a hand across her shoulders. A commendable feat to achieve, considering how tall Vrag was, but [member="Deborah Waller"] was by no means a small individual. She glanced downwards and bit her cheek to hold back a rather vulgar remark about her exposed midriff; they were close already, and it she could wait a bit longer. The vessel that the mercenary pointed out wasn't very impressive sight after Manaan, but it was colorful, at least, which was more than some of the burning wreckages on the ocean floor had going for them. With a sigh the firrerreo pushed her thoughts of war aside and focused on the body that would soon provide her a much-needed stress relief.

"Not for long," Vrag said before she walked up the boarding ramp, leaning on the hull while she waited on the raider to unlock the door. "I hope you have a good mechanic on call," she murmured hoarsely into her ear as she passed the woman, disappearing into the darkness of the ship.

 

[Blair]

Another smart comment that made Deborah smirk. It was a fun little game they played, quipping each other back and forth like that. Deb certianly liked it. As soon as they reached the ship Deb managed to bring the ramp down. Two of her men were still there, as expected. She merley nodded to them, they signaling back, as the watched [member="Vrag"] enter the ship before Deb. She msirked before walking behind, indicating to them it was fine. Deb looked around before finding Vrag and, upon seing her, wasted no time. They were alone and now they could "releave the tension" between them. She waited until the sith's face was clear of any armor before planeting her lips against her and shoving her tounge into her mouth. Her arms went around her hips to keep her close.

 

[Vrag]

"Well," the Stih mumbled out between the sudden onslaught of kisses. "I was going to get out of this armor," another kiss, "but if you like it that rough, be my guest." Vrag had yet to find the end of her seemingly bottomless reserves of sass, and the night was as good as any to try. Even if this was all just a very elaborate ruse and [member="Deborah Waller"] tried to strangle her once she got undressed, Vrag still had a few tricks up her figurative sleeve; most notably the Force.

Still, judging by the needy lips pressing against her own, things were going to go south in a very different manner altogether, and the firrerreo couldn't say she minded at all. Her hands flew to the other woman's shoulders, and it took a surprisingly strong push to part them. Her blue eyes remained glued to the mercenary's mouth for a few more seconds before they slid down her body with an almost lecherous gaze; well, no-one ever said that Sith made for courteous lovers.

"Strip," Vrag ordered with a voice that brooked no argument and leaned back on the wall with arms crossed over her chest. Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.

 

[Blair]

After she was pushed back and the comment about the armor was made Deborah smirked and said "Wait until we get into the room." She finished kissing her a little more before taking one of her hands into her robotic one. She was very delicate with her touch when handling with the right hand. With a few years of practice and pefection Deborah had learned the limitations and the boundaries for when keeping the strength of the robotic appendage in-check. She was firm yet careful not to risk bending anything or the like.

She lead [member="Vrag"] back through the hallways, often looking back to make sure she wasn't distracted or the like. A moment later they came to the door of her room which slid open. The cabin itself was likey the largest on the entire ship. A queen sized bed lay in the back with a desk, chair, a number of small statues and models about. An extra holster for her gun hung on the back of one of the handles to a cloest that had more clothing of varities.

Once Vrag was in she reached back and made sure the door was closed. After that she lead her over to the bed and let her sit at the foot. At the command to strip Deborah said "Only because you asked..."

At that she pulled off her jacket, revealing the tanktop she wore underneath with a body holster for her jun strapped around her shoulders. Tossing it off she reached down to her pants and undid her belt, letting the crimson leggings drop down to the floor. She wore a black set of panties that she blushed off showing.

 

[Vrag]

The Sith followed the mercenary without a word of objection, more than happy to enjoy the curves of her ass as the woman sauntered to her cabin. Vrag didn't bother to hide the direction of her shameless stare even when [member="Deborah Waller"] turned around to close the door behind them, dragging her gaze upwards instead, nice and slow. She'd forgotten how much fun this could be, and made a mental note to find something regular on the side as she sat down on the bed. The mattress didn't seem to be too pliable, but that could only be a good thing if the raider was anything like the Sith when it came to sex.

Her blue eyes never left her companion's ever more naked body even as she started taking off her armor. The plates gave way to practiced fingers and the Force, quickly joining the pile of red leather on the floor along with her thermo-insulating shirt and pants. Vrag was dressed far more pragmatically than the other woman, her underwear consisting of a black sports bra and boxer shorts, but seemed much less embarrassed about her state of undress.

With a predatory smile the Sith yanked the mercenary across what little room was left between them and threw her onto the bed before the woman could protest, straddling her hips in the blink of an eye. She pinned both of her arms to the mattress with a single hand, leaving the other to roam the nearly naked body below her. "I did warn you," she said in a sing-song voice, her eyes sparkling with glee.

 

[Blair]

At the feeling of being reached over and then tossed onto the bed Deborah let out an excited yelp. When she flopped down she chuckled in her throat before seeing [member="Vrag"] over her with a hungry look in her eyes. She returned it with a more bemused one before reaching her lips up to kiss her. And from there was what can only be said as a true "wild night".

Some hours laster...

The room was a mess of scattered clothing and force only knew what else from the grand exapade that the sith and the mercenary went through. A collection of momentums from their grand little game were in one place or another. Some on the floor, others on the desk or under the bed. The afterglowing smell that would often follow a night of passion was strung through the room like an old rag of laundry trying to dry off.

Deborah laid under the sheets of the bed, naked as the day she was born. Her hair was still in her afro style, only it seemed more a mess and she was now missing her headband that usually accompanied it. She had an accomplished look on her face as she hummed, both out of relaxation and pleasure. It was grand. All grand. Looking to where Vrag was she smiled, obviously pleased with all that happened.

 

[Vrag]

Except that the other side of the bed had been unoccupied for some hours now.

After the two had screwed each other into exhaustion they had both fallen into the the blissful embrace of dreams, that much was true. Her natural regenerative abilities manifested in this case as well, however, and the Sith woke long before the mercenary, greeting the crack of dawn with a smile that felt as uncomfortable on her face as Vrag felt having it there. She was surprisingly well-rested for the amount of sleep she'd had, but that could be chalked up to all the hormones still coursing through her veins.

I fucking overslept, the Sith cursed herself as she sneaked out of the bed and went to collect the pieces of her discarded clothing and armor. She hated sleep-overs, she hated cuddling and she especially hated 'the morning after'. A constant string of profanity ran through her mind as she maintained her equipment in the air with the help of the Force, her movements surprisingly quiet for her size. She closed the door behind her with a silent click and crept further down the hall, thankful that [member="Deborah Waller"] had dismissed the last of her associates the previous night, lest she'd have been in for some unpleasant surprises. Vrag dressed herself as quickly as she could and all but sprinted off the ship in her eagerness to disappear before the other woman awakened.

She found the Sith vessel she'd arrived with in a matter of minutes and unlocked the door with her passcode. The rest of the babysitting squad lay wasted and out cold on the various horizontal surfaces of the ship, passed out for the time being. She spared them no mercy as she made her way across the room, stepping on a number of toes before she reached the cockpit, where the pilot lay curled up in his chair like a baby. She shook the seat with enough force to rouse the man from his sleep and ordered him to take off as soon as coherent thought returned to his eyes.

She hated to linger.