Spy Game

[Zola]

When their lips parted, Jem was breathlessly spun around and held firmly in place with her arm bent painfully behind her back. Like a common criminal! She thought about Adekos and how he would die if he saw her in this position. That thought nearly made her smile, then her mood turned quickly to angry outrage. As the Hapan's emotions surged through her, so did her dark sided powers, The air began to shimmer around her, even lifting a few strands of hair aloft as if a light breeze were blowing through the sauna.

She glowered at Blondie as he turned her over to the hotel's security guards. They wrapped her in a towel and escorted her away. Oh this wasn't over, Blondie, not by a long shot.

As she was held by security, she haughtily insisted that it must have been a case of mistaken identity. How dare they do this to a paying hotel guest? Why, she would never stay at this hotel again after this treatment! Jemmila was not a Master of the Jedi Mind Trick just yet so it took an exhausting few hours to convince the guards to let her go, but soon she gave them enough of a mental nudge that landed her back in her room, soaking in the suite's oversized tub. Her cover might have been blown, but she was determined to get that droid planted on the engineer. One way or another.

[member="Damian Starchaser"][member="Token Waters"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian knew there wouldn’t be too much time to react. The woman would be back, between mind tricks and any other… technique… she might employ. Out of the sauna and changed Damian walked up behind the front desk feigning flirting with the nice clerk. He had an opportunity to look at the guest registry while she dealt with a customer. Quickly he figured out what the woman had done. Penthouses were great, unless you wanted to go unnoticed.

It didn’t take much for him to borrow a keycard to the penthouse. The elevator only went to the top if you had the card. From there he entered into the suite and started his work. Under the bed he planted a small explosive device squirreled away as if to make it appear the room's occupant had hidden it for safe keeping. At any moment now he could call in a tip that a Sith Agent was planning a bomb threat. They would send guards who couldn’t be mind tricked then.

He had her, he really did, but there was something else. Ending her now wouldn’t end the threat, he needed to delay longer or else they would just send another agent. “Well,” he said walking from one end of the suit to the other and settling into the hot tub. “Since you won’t stay away, I’ll need to babysit you.”


[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

Jemmila felt the light-sided Force signature in the artificially circulated air of the suite before saw its bearer. By then it was too late. Blondie quickly stole into her bathroom, wearing a pair of shiny swim trunks, and stepped into the tub. She felt like a failure. Worst. Spy. Ever.

Jemmila made no move to cover herself. Blondie had already gotten an eyeful in the sauna. A crease formed in her cheek as Jemmila indignantly smirked at her rival.

"Interesting choice of words, Jedi," she said. "What are you, eighteen?"

There was a slight disturbance in the Force that came from the direction of the suite's sitting room. Something that told her that danger lurked out there, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Her large brown eyes flashed to the door and then back at the young man trespassing in her bathroom. Just keep him occupied.

She smirked and her hand flicked out, playfully splashing him. Behind him a glass vase would levitate in the air, gently floating upwards, lining itself up with the back of his noggin. It was a damn shame to have to brain that handsome head of his. Jem gave him a smile that matched her now mischievous demeanor.

"So if you're going to be my babysitter, you might as well tell me your name Blondie."

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

To the question of his age Damian only shrugged with a boyish smile. “Old enough for you to kiss me,” he retorted it. “A kiss you liked I might add.” He tapped his finger twice against his temple. Then came the playful splash… Damian expected an attack after raising his hand to stop the water from his face, but no attack came. He moved his eyes examining the room as quickly as he could while keeping the woman in his peripherals. “My name is Chuck Finley.”

Damian repositioned himself, sliding closer to the woman in the tub. “I knew you wouldn’t be imprisoned long. I figured twenty four hours at most, twelve if you had a good lawyer on retainer. But really to escape so quickly, you must be skilled.”

Inching closer Damian was preparing for his next move. He had to extricate the threat. He needed her gone for a much longer period of time, a life sentence would be nice but even a short trial over a six month time period would be enough to prevent her further interference. Damian reached out a hand and caressed the woman's face, maintaining stable eye contact. “I’m here for that private conversation now. Let’s start off with your name?” he asked.

 

[Zola]

"Nice to meet you 'Chuck,'" said Jemmila. Boy, was that a fake name if she ever heard one. The Force adept blushed when Blondie mentioned that she liked the kiss. The Force didn't lie about things like that. Luckily, the two fingers tapping his head confirmed her suspicion that he was indeed a Force user. She recalibrated her expectations of him. The capricious Hapan was a heart-on-your-sleeve type, and hiding her feelings didn't always come easy to her. Jem would have to work extra hard to mask her intentions. Right now there was a vase hovering just behind his head, siphoning all of her focus.

As he slid in closer to her she felt her composure slowly unwinding. Jemmila found herself distracted by things she hadn't noticed in the sauna, like the dimple in his chin, his grey-green eyes, and of course, the way the tiny beads of hot water dotted his tanned chest. Not only was Jem unnerved by his good looks, but he was also so close that it made aiming the vase a trickier task. One wrong move and she would be the one who was brained. Suddenly, she realized he was asking for her name.

"I'm Donna," she answered, her lips lifting to the side in a crooked smile.

"It's also a fake name." she added. Then Jem launched the vase right towards the back of Blondie's head.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Damian reacted to the sense of danger and prescience by standing up, which didn’t have the desired effect. instead of striking him in the head the vase struck him at the base of his neck crashing into a myriad of tiny pieces. “I thought we were getting along…” Damian said standing up and looking down at the woman. He felt wobbly on his knees, his head still having taken a substantial blow. Without warning his body fell a little back into the tub. The blond man barely catching himself before sustaining yet another blow to the head. He concentrated with a breath, calming himself and preparing to heal as Kana taught him.

 

[Zola]

Jemmila rushed to Blondie's side, her expression a strange mixture of triumph and anxiety. She didn't want to kill the attractive boy, just to knock him out cold. There was a straight thin line of blood dripping down from edge of the tub onto the bathroom floor. He had hit his head pretty hard when he fell. She began to worry that he was badly injured, and attempted to lift him out of the tub and get him walking. The last thing you wanted to do with a head injury was to let the victim fall asleep.

She helped him to a chair in the main sitting room and put him in it. A voice inside her head told her to leave him and get to the engineer's room, plant the droid, and then steal away on the first shuttle back to the Obsidian Citadel. Sithspit! What to do? Jem grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapped it around herself, and Holocalled the concierge asking for a medical droid to come to her suite.

In the meantime, Jem had to get him restrained while he was too groggy to fight. The boy was too much of a threat, and he already had her arrested once. She rifled through her satchel and found some stun cuffs. She put one around each ankle and attached the ankle to the leg of the chair. Then she cuffed his hands together. Lastly, she slapped a Force suppression collar around his neck. If he tried to use the Force, small spikes would enter his neck and sicken him with chemicals.

There, that oughta keep him held.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

It was nearly twenty minutes before Damian was conscious enough to think and plan. The stun cuffs were easy, although when he moved to use the force the collar the woman had put around his neck injected him with.. something. It made him woozy-er. His eye twitched as he tried to use the force and failed. Yes, this was an interesting little device. He walked over to the intercom unit and pulled it open with his hands. He wasn’t sure when the force would return to him but assumed it a matter of a few hours given the amount of cylinders on the collar itself. With a frown he started to pull various circuits from the wal. Jemmila wouldn’t be getting her deposit back on the penthouse. Not that she had paid for any of this.

Damian took the makeshift tools he acquired from the internal com system and moved on to the bathroom where he could see the device in the mirror. He frowned as he opened up the hatch and looked in the mirror. Using the reflection he fiddled with the device, another needling jabbing itself into his neck. Damian flinched but managed to get the collar off after nearly an hour of fiddling with it. As the collar fell to the ground he heard the door opening...


[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

With Blondie indisposed, planting the surveillance droid on the engineer was incredibly easy. With a wave of her hand, Jem convinced another member of the cleaning staff to let her into the room. Luckily the man was passed out and snoring like a Wampa. Wearing only her fluffy hotel bathroom, she padded closer to him, activated the tiny droid and place it on his cheek. Once activated, it sprouted segmented legs like an arthropod, and scurried into his ear canal. Done and done.

Calling her mission a partial success, Jemmila stole out of the engineer's room and hurried back to her penthouse suite. Now that her cover was blown, a surveillance droid was going to be the best she could do. She needed to grab her things and get out of there before Blondie woke up.

The door opened with a hiss, and she padded inside. Blondie was not where she had left him. Karking hell. Noticing the tangle of wires coming from the intercom terminal, she branched out with the Force and landed on a familiar light-sided signature coming from the bathroom. With little time to spare, she grabbed her lightsaber which was stored with her things, and tip-toed to the bathroom door, activating the weapon with a snap-hiss.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

The woman was home. Damn. Damian wasn't exactly sure what to do, but knew that he couldn't just wait around in the bedroom hoping she wouldn't attack the minute she saw him. Then another thought occurred to him. A devilish smile crept over his face as he walked out into the main living room greeting the woman with a smile. The familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber making him gulp a little. "Well," Damian said staring at [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], "Given that you didn't kill me I thought you'd be excited to see me." He let out a shrug as he paced forward. Could he take her? He guessed he could get in close enough quick enough to control her arm and take away her blade, but a simple flick of the wrist would end him.

Damian rubbed his wrists for emphasis, "You didn't think stun cuffs would hold me did you? I've been breaking out of those things since before I knew how to walk." A Cocky little smile grew on his face as he walked towards her blade. "So what now?"

 

[Zola]

Blondie was a brazen one alright, brimming with youthful bravado he came walking right out of the bathroom. Jemmila noticed him sizing her up, as if he were preparing to launch himself at her. He had a body full of Force suppression chemicals and no weapon. Unless he was hiding something in those skimpy shorts of his, she clearly had the upper hand. His cocky little smile was infectious, and she couldn't help but return it. She thumbed the activation switch on her saber hilt, extinguishing her red blade and slipping it into her bathrobe pocket.

"That evens the playing field," she said and then padded closer to him, her bare feet making light, smacking sounds on the floor.

A coy smile crossed her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She inched closer to him.

"Aren't you going to attack me?" she asked softly. "I'm right here."

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Keeping his smile Damian couldn’t help but chuckle. “Aren’t you going to attack me?” As the woman approached he moved forward a step. Her smile made his broaden as he moved within arms reach. Then he shot into motion. His feet flung forward in a small arc propelling his body forward, his arms gripping the woman as he gave her a passionate kiss. Turnabout was, after all, fair play.

His lips lingered on hers for a moment as his hands explored her back and he spun with her. He moved their respective positions so he was the one closest to the door and not her. “You are right here,” he replied in a low hush of a voice. “And the playing field is even…”


[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

Jemmila flinched as Blondie sprang at her, but before she knew what was happening she was wrapped in his arms, yielding to a rather enjoyable kiss. The Hapan returned it with genuine enthusiasm, letting one hand tangle in his shaggy hair and the other drape across his broad shoulders. He took his time with the kiss, and the reason why didn't escape Jemmila. The sneaky boy was positioning himself closer to the door. Oh no you don't, kid. She couldn't let slip through her fingers until she had made a clean getaway, otherwise she could end up with hotel security again with a whole new slew of charges against her.

Her pulse racing faster, Jem began to pull him towards her again, this time pressing herself against him. She took his hands and slipped them into the folds of her bathrobe, pressing his fingers to her curves. Then she titled her head in and ran soft, warm kisses along his neck, letting her hands wander wherever they wanted, which was everywhere.

"Where do you think you're going?" she whispered with a throaty laugh.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian didn’t resist as she pulled him close again and increased her little attack of erotes. Although young he knew what he had to do and matched her intensity as she positioned his hands on her body opening his palms and massaging flesh.

A small, goofy smile formed on his face. He started moving the woman back towards the bedroom the entire kissing and showing an overall passionate response to her ministrations. “You know where I’m going…” he said moving into the penthouses bedroom and then stopped. The remnants of his work still scattered about as he threw the woman onto the bed.

Plopping himself on top of her he looked her in the eyes and smiled. “You’re beautiful,” he said guiding her arms above her head where he had the stun cuffs she locked him with. “But I told you, I’m not that easy.” Click. Stuncuffs activated tying around her wrists.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

Jemmila was a red-blooded woman, as well as an emotionally driven creature. The young woman had no intention of letting the Techno Union down, but the feeling of his fingertips underneath her bathrobe unraveled her. The Hapan Force adept had been so laser-focused on her training with in the Obsidian Order, especially with the Techno Union's impending battles with the Rebel Alliance, she forgot what it was like to make out with a boy.

Composure falling away, she let Chuck, or whoever the hell he was, kiss-walk her backwards towards the bedroom. Her eyes locked on his tanned chest, she failed to notice the durasteel stun cuffs nearby. She let him take over on the bed, stradding her as he positioned her hands above her head in a prelude to what she assumed might be kisses down her torso. Instead he procured the cuffs and thumbed their activation switch. Her lips formed an "O" of disdain accompanying a hurt knot in her brow. That little karker just bound her with her own stun cuffs. Jem's face grew stormy.

"You little nerf herder!" Jem growled, arching her back as she struggled against her restraints. She began to call the Force into her body with such ferocity that a few strands of her hair billowed around her face, as if blowing in the breeze. However much she tried to blow them to bits, the cuffs stayed on, and finally she sighed with defeat. She gave the boy an arrogant pout and kicked at him angrily.

"I suppose you're going to cart me off to security again?"

[member="Damian Starchaser"]