Flip Of The Switch [Dells Vs Sammo]

[Delila Castillon]

Young in Spirit ; Currently in Hyperspace Between Arda and Abregado-Rae. Time : 1930, Local

Dinner in the mess hall was just winding down on the Young in Spirit. The clattering of silverware and scraping plated echoed throughout the small space, the residents of the floating motel engaging in the last morsels of their Iron Chef meals. Delila managed to wolf down two servings of barbecued ribenes that had been served with some type of sweet tasting slaw. Fairly delicious considering their location dead smack in the middle of hyperspace.

Dumping her tray into the depository, Delila yawned. Travelling aboard the Young in Spirit was never boring, but she was still on Levantine time from the wedding she had just attended with Sammo. It was odd - not knowing the bride and groom. Her place at the ceremony was merely a cover for Sammo. Her mind was still wrapping around why exactly he needed her to pose as a bodyguard but at the very least it gave her a discounted rate on the floating death motel.

Hitting the hallways, she pondered about fixing up her room a little. Namely buying her own bed linens. The floral bedspread brought memories of her grandmothers curtains back on Ord Mantell. Perhaps Sammo had found a warehouse full of sixty year old fabric and got a deal. Wouldn't surprise her any, given the age of the droid that was Sammo.

Droid crew scuttled on by, mostly ignoring her. Bonus of being this false 'bodyguard' that she was pretending to be. It gave her a chance to explore at her leisure. Not that there was much to explore and find scandalous. Young In Spirit had basic entertainment, even a grav-ball court. Well, a half one anyways. Delila normally found herself at these forms of entertainment during the night cycle. It was nearly guaranteed to be deserted.

Turning the corner, she bumped into the 'body' she was supposed to be 'guarding'.

"Geez, watch where you're headed with that hunk of junk body. I really should find your deactivation switch."

Delila whispered harshly. After all, folks weren't supposed to know Sammo wasn't the human he masqueraded as.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST86JM1RPl0

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Bump
Sammo slightly stumbled back, cushioning the impact as to not send whoever he just walked into too far back.
"Ouch, you are the one that bumped into me, you flail around more than Siobhan's boobs."
Sammo rubbed his chest, smoothing out the cliche spacer outfit he wore. Everyone knew how big Sio's boobs were, and with every post they just kept getting bigger!

The HRD would then furrow his brows at Dells,
"And you stay away from my deactivation switch, missy."
He huffed, crossing his arms at his chest,
"Unless you would be ready to take me on."
Sammo would quip to Dells, slightly turning around as he was about to start strutting away down the hallway.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

"Excuse me for being clumsy. Don't you have super sonic hearing or something? You should have paid more attention to me."

Yes she was huffy. Also, what was with the outfit? Sammo needed to find a suitable outfit just as [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] needed to find a bra to contain her massive breasts. Eyebrow raised at the mention of the deactivation switch and the crossing of Sammo's arms over his chest. Where was that thing? Perhaps it was his nipple, and all she had to merely do was poke it, watch it depress and then the light would leave Sammos eyes.

Was it wrong she delighted in such a vision? No.

As he turned, Delila jumped onto his back, poking around at his neck.

"Oh its on."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Oh, sue me, I was thinking about ropos."
Sammo waved Dells of, so sure that would have been the end of it, when suddenly-

She pounced!
And so, Sammo had the Hottest Redhead in All Of the Land clinging to his neck, hanging off of his back. Surely it was a dream of many guys to have that happen to them.
But what did Sammo do?

He slammed her against the wall!
The android tossed and shook at first, trying to throw the feisty Dells off of his back when finally he back-pedaled, trapping Dells between him and the cold surface of the wall.
Surely Dells would start to get squished between the droid and metal, and some parts of her pressing up against him, wink-wink, but she would more than likely get out of there by some clever, or crude, method, like kicking Sammo in the butt or something along those lines.

Meanwhile,
"Are you mad?!"
Sammo exclaimed, trying to persuade Dells to get off of him

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Being squished against a wall made it a little difficult to reply. Choking Sammo would do nothing, the bastard didn't even need air. Trying to push back against the HRD was useless in the current manner, her arm strength not adequate to kick him off properly. Fast thinking would have to do. Bringing her knee up, Delila was up to wedge it between herself and Sammo's back. Using the wall as leverage, she gave a huge push in the direction of the droid. At the very least it would give her some breathing room.

"Mad? Yes. I've gone insane in the last five years or so of my life. Took you awhile to notice."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

In turn Sammo used that moment as he knew Dells' feet weren't touching the ground.

He let the rawr'ing Redhead push him back with her wedged feet, but not just push him, give him a boost rather as he started running down the hallway, legging it.

That's right, if Dells wanted to push his buttons so much, she would have to do some chasing herself for once, and while the droid was running down the corridor, he called out to Dells,
"Oh like you are the only one with problems in this Galaxy!"
Now he was running not only to avoid being groped more by Delila but to avoid getting something thrown at him for that comment.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Giving Sammo the push, Delila nearly fell flat on her face but quickly recovered. Watching the HRD run down the hallway, she thought of those two servings of ribenes. Porking herself full of food didn't exactly give her motivation to run down a hall. Not if she didn't want to expel all those tasty ribenes. Sighing, she looked around for some type of blunt instrument to strike Sammo with. Maybe she could literally knock him senseless.

"No, but I want someone to recognize my problems for once gorramit!"

Finding the metal handle of a broom, Delila took it down the hall with her, walking at a slow methodical pace. She was in no hurry to capture Sammo. He had to rest and recharge sometime and they were in hyperspace after all.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"I can recognize some problems right away!"
Sammo quipped before he disappeared down the hallway.

The android run straight to his personal quarters, he didn't looked back, didn't commented to any droids or passengers that asked him what was happening, just went straight for his quarters like his life depended on it.

He would erupt into the sort-of bachelor pad he occupied, closing the mechanical doors behind him he would look around at the objects gathered there.

He needed a weapon, something he could use to defend himself against Dells, but what could he use.
Ropo? No, Dells would probably bite it. Lightsaber? No, he liked her too much to stab her in the butt with it. A pillow? Well.. maybe later if it leads to it. A paint brush?

A paint brush!
Sammo grinned as he grabbed the wooden handle of the artistic tool and the pallet, applying fresh paints on it to make sure they did not dried up he would jump back quickly, moving away from the easel and closer to the door.

And so, paintbrush with black paint on it in hand he hid himself next to the door, awaiting for Dells to cross its threshold so that he could ambush her.
And smear her face full of paint, ahahahah!

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Slowly but surely Delila made her way down the halls. The broomstick rested tightly in her hand, knuckles white from the grip on the object. Visions of bashing Sammo's head in danced through her head, completely with sparks flying in every direction. As the redhead turned the corner she was assaulted with the smell of peppers and cucumbers cooking. Frown immediately went onto her face, the smell was quite strong. Almost like one of those sickening air fresheners people sprayed after an eventful trip to the refresher.

Trying not to cough, she caught sight of Sammo's door, slightly cracked. Odd. He never left it open in case one of one his overgrown rat-pet-things tried to escape. Muscles tensing, she slowly slid into the room, letting the broomstick push the door open. It was completely dark inside but that wasn't unusual. Delila took the first fateful step inside, hearing nothing but the sound of her breathing and the Ropos snoring in the corner.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Sammo had no idea who would have been cooking delicious, delicious cucumbers and peppers at such a late hour, but whoever it was they would surely benefit from their marvelous hair-enhancing properties. As this writer's lustrous mane can affirm.

Anyway,
Sammo awaited in his ambush position, silent, unmoving, he saw a shadow move past, interrupting a stream of light that emanated from the crack in the door. It was curious that a mechanical door would not close properly, something he would have to look at later on to fix it. The doorway would open with a slight scrape and whirr of the mechanism, and Sammo would be able to see the point of the broomstick from his hiding spot.

And it was then when he striked, his arm extended out suddenly, slapping Dells in the face with the bristle head of the pain-brush, the mixes of paint that covered the brush's strands would slobber and spray out against the red head's face and her shirt. After all of that Dells would like a clown dunked in a tub of water head-first.

Hopefully this would have been enough to stun or distract Dells, for Sammo swooped in, attempting to pull her into the apartment and in one fluid movement disarm her and pin her down against the nearby wall or floor. If that would work, great, for once he would be on top, if not, she may have just transform him into a droid pinata with one good strike.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


What. The. Hell.


Entering the dark apartment someone had assaulted her with a paint brush. Or a small Ropo. Couldn't be sure. Yet the next thing happening was a arm around her throat, pulling her into the dark pit of doom. She was only slightly choking, but thats okay. Maybe the sweet release of death would come and Delila could be free of the mess she had gotten herself into.


Although it was most likely best she put up a fight. Fist snapped back to punch Sammo in the nose. This would have worked on a real live human. An annoying HRD...well....the redhead just ended up with a fractured hand. Which only made her more pissed off.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

The punch came and hit him like a redhead meteor, the metal nose slightly crooking but more damage was caused to Delila than to Sammo, the paintbrush he held splattered due to momentum and chaos, spraying the colorful paints over him, the wall, and his sassy assailant.

Sammo would tilt back, trying to pull Dells with him and sent himself on his back to the floor, the goal was to keep Delila in his hold and pinned until she finally admitted surrender and the victory would go to the machine.

That was the plan at least, however, as the writer can attest, and pretty much any male on the planet, things are never as easy with women, especially red head fiery Dells women, those are the worst. Either way, unless Dells would find a quick counter, the android wrapped around her was tilting back and soon enough the being would fall to the floor, dragging her along with him, like timber falling down in the middle of a forest.

"Gorramit Dells, you're the only person I've ever met who gives me so much trouble."
The droid muttered to his opponent. As much as Dells messed with him, or punched him in the nose even, he liked it, it was part of her charm to him, her rugged, rough-around-the-ages, a bit overaggressive charm.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


"The only person? You havent met many people."


Grunting, Delila was failing around trying to break free. Obviously the easy tactics such as punching Sammo or kicking him in the family jewels was beyond question. Briefly she wondered about trying to find his transmission or oil plug. Knowing Sammo though this was probably in a crude location and she wasn't digging around in there to find out. They were wrestling on the ground now, with Delila trying to use a leg to push them forward so she can find an object to attack with. In the corner the little Ropos were sleeping on their custom beds.


"Little Ropos! Come help! I'll give you biscuits."


Ropos perked at the mention of biscuits. Lumbering over, they started to lick Sammo and jump on the pair, searching for treats.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Seems like everyone else on the ship, the Ropos as well were quick to betray Sammo and join Delila's side at as much a word from her.

Soon enough they were upon them, jumping on them, licking Sammo, and head-butting him slightly with their tiny horns.

"Hey! Whose side are you guys on?!"

Sammo tried to move his face out of view and closer to his shoulder, shielding it from licks and butts of the Ropos hired by Dells to help her in usurping the least of Sammo's dignity.

"Stop it!"

He tried to plead to the little beings as he squirmed and wiggled, trying to wrestle Delila at the same time to keep his hold as her, although that was weakening during his distraction.

"Don't lick down there!"


To try and shake Ropos off he hugged Delila close in a strangling embrace- oh baby, oh baby. Next he pulled on her, tilting them both back as he begun to roll with her on the floor. The Ropos jumped over them first, as if they would be jumping over a rolling obstacle or jumping rope, however then the three fuzzy critters jumped on top of the rolling pair, running with their little feet as if they were running on a rolling log.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Sammo called out as he was rolled in one direction by the Ropos, clutching Dells close still to take her along for a ride, if she has not broken free yet.

The Ropos started running backwards then, rolling the two fighters in the other direction, changing things up a bit,

"-ooooooooooooooooooooooo!"


In summary, it was probably the weirdest scene ever witnessed during a duel ever.


To top it all off Sammo would try to finally break from the roll in a moment when Dells was underneath him, pinning her down to the floor by her hands, of course this was a risky move as it could always backfire on him and end with Dells on top, so more or less he was at Delila's writer mercy.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


So her evil minions - the Ropos - had served her well. Everything was falling perfectly into place. Although she didn't appreciate the little beasts rolling her along with Sammo she would just have to deal with it. Even though it was a weird 'duel', Delila had plans to merely just break free and leave Sammo to scratch his head, or whatever HRDs scratched in puzzling situations.


Using the momentum from the roll, Delila landed on top of Sammo, pinning him. No doubt the hunk of scrap metal covered in flesh could easily kick her off. She had to work quickly. Leaning down, she gave Sammo a quick kiss on the cheek, stunning him. Delila Castillon was not above using her womanly wiles to get out of situations. In her mind, she had now won the battle and quite possibly the war.


Hopping off Sammo, Delila quickly went down to her room to brush her teeth. Oddly she had a transmission fluid taste in her mouth now.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]


Sammo would indeed be stunned on the floor, his eyes widened as he still felt the warm pressure from Dell's lips on his cheek, as much as he could push her off when she pinned him, his grip and synthetic muscles weakening, loosing as time slowed in his perception and the harloty redhead moved closer to him, his gaze locking with hers as she planted a peck on his cheek. Why did she kept doing that to him? He had not clue so far.


As he calculated and wondered it was only the sound of the door closing that awaken him, his fiery nemesis gone from the room leaving him alone with Ropos, the android would look to the three furballs, muttering out,

"Out of all creatures in this universe, I'll never understand her."

He would push himself up from the floor, stumbling into the rarely used pristine bathroom of his cabin to wash the paints off of his face.


A bit of washing and Ropo tucking in later the Captain made his way out of his quarters and towards Delila's room. How little he knew that what seemed like act of defiance to him could be sign of Delila winning more than she thought.

Anyhoo, he would knock on the door to her quarters, calling out,

"You haven't won that round, you know!"

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


So she had went down to her quarters to brush her teeth. Then shower. Delila reeked to high heaven of transmission fluid or whatever Sammo used to move around in that bloated body of his. Better to smell like soap then a used oil rag. In the middle of drying her hair when Sammo bothered to stop by and yell at her, Delila wrapped her hair up and threw on a robe. It was designed in such a way to show off her cleavage -- which meant distracting Sammo and winning their duel.


Quickly she moved to open the door, opening it wide to catch Sammo trying to leave.


"Oh trust me, I think I have won."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

He was about to turn and move back to his cabin to brood and scheme his revenge, when the door hissed open and there she was,

Delila Castillon, hottest redhead in all the land, just slighly above Popo in that regard, in all her glory, with a rather risque robe showing off her cleavage, oh dear. Sammo gulped slightly as he turned at the sound and took her sight in, she was playing rough, but he would not be broken so easily!

Quickly he stepped towards her, moving into the doorway to measure her up and lock his gaze with her, just trying to not stare at the large, prominent target that was Dell's cleavage, she was right in front of him, just few centimeters away as the air lingered in tension, his height not making easy for him to avoid getting the war bosomry into his view to distract him. But still, he stood there in front of her in defiance, not letting her shut the automatic door in his face just yet, as his body would block it anyway, as he hissed out to her, looking Dells right in her eyes,

"Try me."

Although it was in earnest an act of defiance in Sammo's book, the double meaning of those words in current situation was lost on him, just as it was lost on him how dangerous Dells could be in such close quarters.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


So, Sammo was playing rough. Delila could play rough too. She immediately poked both his HRD eyes at the same time. Using the temporary blindness(and hilarity) to her advantage, Dells ran out into the corridor. Yes, a woman with towel wrapped hair and a robe, barefoot and looking crazy was running down the corridor. This did not seem like a new experience though since it seemed to happen daily on the ship.


"See ya sucker!"


Dells laughed as she ran, disappearing as she turned a corner.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"],

Seeing the attack incoming Sammo tried to put up defense by sticking his palm in between El Loco Cabeza de Rojo's fingers, but Dells was just too quick for the machine.

Blinded by her stubby fingers he ended up slapping himself with his own hand, giving her a head start as his photoreceptors rebooted and he immediately turned to follow the trail of escaping towel clad beauty.

"You're going to pay for that!"

The android called out running after Dells.

As he tried to turn the corner he slipped, loosing traction on the metal floor and slid into a maintenance closet. Crushing and cans falling over would be heard before he called out,

"I'm fine!"

And kept running in the hot on the redhead's trail.