Vikings and Damsels [Lok Jorunn]

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Bar-Ilan shadowport orbiting Shulstine V​

The Succubus nightclub​

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This was not the first time Tionne Thanewulf was in a night club, nor the first time she was spinning around a metallic pole. No, definitely, she has done this before. There were times when a Watchman had to impersonate a concubine, a smuggler, a countess or a confused secretary. They spent most of the time pretending not to be Jedi, gathering sensitive information while heavily using the Force. Eyes and ears of the Order they called them, Jedi's true connection to the real non-force sensitive world. Watchmen were probably the most adaptable suborder, their prowess often stretching the limits of what was acceptable. This occasion was one of those times, without a flicker of a doubt.

Heavy Isotope music was loud enough to cause some serious hearing loss in prolongued exposure, but Thanewulf enjoyed it. It reminded her of those nights she escaped from Jedi Temple and into the Coruscanti underworld. The rythmical beats almost offset her own heartbeat, the metallic riffs and low bass pounding the very essence of her being. Her diminutive body was fit into a black corsage, her lean legs wrapped in taut leather leggings. On her feet, stilettos with heels so sharp she could almost cut through the floor by merely stepping on it. Her long ginger hair was flowing around her as she spun, encompassing her like an aura of pure copper.

Quite a few eyes were grazing all over her, Tionne could feel. Yet she was awaiting one very special pair of eyes who's attention she needed. Judging by his standard routes and his Force-given ability to drink himself to death, her target would surely pay a visit to the finest establishment hovering over Shulstine V. Instead of blocking her signature in the Force, she left it visible, like bait for gluttonous fish.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

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[Lok Jorunn]

Bar-Ilan Shadowport, Shulstine V
Succubus Nightclub

This wasn't the first time Lok Jorunn was in a night club, nor was it the first time he'd been drinking away his past and letting himself indulge in earthly pleasures. It felt good to unwind after a day of nothing but the stressful activities in day-to-day planning for tens of thousands of personnel, or completing tasks or running errands for himself. Micromanaging was something he was unsuccessfully attempting to get past, but the allure of ensuring everything was properly done and perfected was superior to his trust in the skills of others.

Lok was used to kicking back and observing, analyzing everything that happened around him. The shadows became him and he became the shadow - the shadow that he used to be, the man that had been stalwart in his efforts against the darkside and faithful to the Jedi. That wasn't the case anymore. In all of his experience in seeing through people and their deceptions, he saw through the Jedi Order for what it was: a war machine. They were absolutely no better than the Sith and eliminating the dark couldn't be done without eliminating the major wars, the major wars created solely by the Jedi and the Sith.

Currently, the man was seated happily near the middle of the club. That was where all the action was, and the best place to hide rather than being in a corner booth like your typical spy-guy. A few empty bottles of his favorite liquor were strewn about and some more unsavory articles of pleasure also littered his table. While all of that seemed like it would be detrimental, he'd been here long enough for most of the effects to have worn off and regain a semblance of cognitive thinking. It was a bit unnatural for the regular patron to be so quiet, but the girls didn't mind and the bouncers quite liked the idea of not dealing with another drunken, loud-mouthed bozo.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Finally, Jorunn appeared sober enough to lead a civil conversation, but still looked like someone ran him over with Jawan Sandcrawler. Tionne found this scruffiness charming in its own right, from the way he sat like he was club's inventory, to the armada of girls surrounding him. The rumours were true then; he really was enjoying life after departure from the Jedi. Pushing past through the crowd, the redhead made way to his table but had low hopes he would even budge. A part of her was terrified what kind of convincing she will need to employ. Nonetheless, it was worth a shot.

"I need a word with you." she said boldly and presented herself at the table with arms crossed over chest. Grey eyes diverted to the female entourage surrounding him - "Preferably alone."

Up close, Lok Jorunn sported facial expression of a man who cared about very little in life, apart from beverages, deathsticks and the ladies. Perhaps even a ship, if he had one. Thanewulf knew of the vessel he possesed, the crew and technical characteristics of the ship. It could deliver anything anywhere, let alone a payload to Sith capital.

"A proposal." Tionne added, her gaze now settling on Jorunn, idly inspecting intricacies of his rugged face in search of even the slightest sign of interest.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Lok wasn't in the mood for anything really. He just simply wanted to waste these precious hours of his life intoxicated in worldly pleasures and sensations. Thumping music, grinding girls, and the ever welcome presence of high quality alcohol. Much of the daze of this day had fled his senses and was well aware of the newest entity approaching him. As with all Force users, he couldn't tell much about the pang in the back of his mind besides an awareness that a being was there. He had no idea who it was, no idea what its intentions where, and only had a small clue as to its location: right in front of him.

Some stunning, redhaired starlet strode up to him with her buxom chest puffed out, a seemingly intellectual glint to her eyes, and arms folded across her as if she was on business rather than partaking in the pleasantries of the Succubus Nightclub. The pirate could feel the Force flowing across her the moment she made her little entrance, and a single hand of his quietly slipped into his pocket. Yellow eyes narrowed at her slight, curvaceous frame before he gestured with another hand to dismiss his galley of ladies.

"What do you want?" Short, somewhat sweet, and to the point.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"The same thing you want, Jorunn." came the simple reply, with a glint of mischief in Tionne's ash coloured eyes. Why not play his game while at it? The Jedi woman idly watched as he sent the female part of his entourage away, not even complaining of her instantly stripping him of company of some rather attractive women. Was this a compliment or was he finally sober enough to sense her presence in the Force? Thanewulf could not tell, but not like it mattered anyway. The redhead was here on business.

"To see the Sith fall, of course." she added with a sly smile. Her mellow gaze found his, purely to soften that feral glint glistening in his citrine eyes. Tionne took a few steps toward the table only to sit on it, her side propped up right in front of Jorunn, thigh almost touching his free hand.
Leaning in, Tionne brought her face close to his, just to make a point -
"You might want to let go of your lightsaber...if that is what you are holding on in there." she voiced confidently, motioning under the table - "You know the old saying - don't touch it unless you are going to use it."

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

The dismissing of his female posse never really fazed him - especially when their company was being replaced by something of a much higher quality. The pirate held his narrowed gaze upon her the entire time, watching her smooth steps forward to plant herself upon the table and veer just a little closer to him. She wore skintight garments and the closeness of her warm body was almost enough to entice the recovering drunk to cop a feel, but something in the back of his mind sounded off like a warning siren.

This starlet mentioned the Sith and his lightsaber, things he rarely ever heard used in serious tones around the Succubus Nightclub. Most patrons here were concerned about deathsticks, babes, Hutt lords, and smuggle runs, along with some of the more local gossip and social happenings. Lok's hand tightened around the pistol grip of his pocketed blaster once the woman mentioned it.

"Get up, off of my table." He quietly snarled, completely pulling the hold-out blaster. He kept his movements smooth and seemingly innocent should a wary bouncer spot the weapon in his hand. "Take a look at that door to your left, we'll leave through there. If you try anything, anything, then I will kill you on the spot, lady. I don't care if you're a Jedi or not, but you will answer my questions before I answer yours."

The yellow-eyed man gave a short sigh and grimaced at the remains of his liquor and other assorted pleasantries before he started to stand. Another cursory glance was sent around the Nightclub before he stood up completely and slid his arm around this woman's before offering a dreamy, suggestive smile to the bartender.

If it all hadn't been a ruse to maintain secrecy, Lok woud've loved to take her on.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Well, he was certainly doing everything absolutely possible to maintain his reputation of a lecher and somewhat of a brute. They could've walked out of the club even without him threatening to blast her to bits; for instance, Lok could've swept her off her feet into his embrace and carried her into one of private booths of Succubus nightclub. And send for more of the assortments he was enjoying, together with a bottle of Abrax cognac. The night was still young...

Stop daydreaming.

Just as he commanded, Tionne slid off the table and onto her feet, then felt herself literally pushed towards the exit, with his arm pressing against the small of her back, his hand wrapping around her waist. Matching his stride, she lay a hand on the side of his chest, simply to make the ruse more convincing. Underneath the palm of her hand, firm muscle kept the fabric of his garments fully taut. Her fingers pressed into his flesh, nails every so gently scraping against his pectoral muscle. The guards needed to think all of this was voluntary, perhaps some form of transaction. Tionne smiled to the bartender as well, in the most lascivous way she could muster.

"Is this how you treat all your girls, Jorunn?" she inquired as the two headed for the exit, pushing past the crowd that swarmed into the club for an approaching happy-hour - "Force them out of the club and into back of your ship? Is that were you are taking me? Or you already have a room rented in this filthy place?"
She taunted merely to test him, to witness his true nature and see for herself if the rumours were right; great potential which was, in the eyes of the Jedi, wasted.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Whatever little disguise they had going worked perfectly. What Lok never expected was for the woman at his side to fully play her role as some mistress of the Nightclub or a gal he picked up just recently. Her tiny, slender fingers played at the taut muscles of his chest and his hand curled around to fill the curves just above her hips. Lok kept his dreamy smile on the entire time, catching a few "nicely done" nodes from a few of his acquaintances here at Succubus. The pirate dazedly returned them while he kept an ever present finger upon the trigger of his hold-out blaster.

It only took a brief second before Lok to let go of the woman and move to hold the door open for her before both quickly and quietly exited the club into a dimly lit and dank alleyway. The salty swashbuckler was on her in an instant, sending a single hand flying forward to grab her throat and hold her against the wall. The pistol veered forward to rest against the pit of her stomach and a snarl encompassed his visage.

"What is your name? Why are you here, and how do you know about me?" He nudged the barrel of the blaster into her a bit more, "You're a Jedi, ain't ya? I haven't seen one of you around here in a long time."

He ground his teeth and his jaw grew taut. "You've got five seconds."

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

His grip was firm, a little too tight for her delicate neck, pressing both against her jugular vein and constricting her airways. The Jedi gasped a little, her chest rising ever so lighty as she struggled to inhale some air. When it came to distrust, Tionne had finally met her match in the form of this rogue Knight turned pirate. Despite having sensed she was a Jedi, which was esentially true, he still acted like she was here to claim bounty on his head. Was he hiding something? Thanewulf did not know, but questioned his reaction nevertheless. Time to revert before he pulled that trigger. Right in front of his amber eyes, the seductress melted away into a sheepish woman dressed for the part she was no longer playing.

"Yes, I am a Jedi." she admitted timidly, her demeanor completely opposite to what Jorunn had witnessed just a few moments ago - "My name is Tionne." That playful glint vanished from her eyes, to be replaced by a look of depth and introspection. She was here to beg for help, to ask this ferocious man to commit his resources to a common cause. Humble in her intentions and supple in her actions, Tionne placed her fingers around the wrist of hand that was effectively choking her, her soft touch beseeching him to stop.

"The galaxy knows about you, Lok Jorunn. It's my job to know what the galaxy knows." the redhead said serenely, the palm of her hand sliding across from Lok's wrist to sculped forearm, gently pressing down. Her demeanour resembled a skillfull horsewhisperer trying to tame a raging stallion before attempting to ride it.
"Please, this isn't necessary..." she added in a half-whisper, lighty pressing her torso outwards into the barrel of his blaster - "I'm not armed and you know it, Knight Jorunn."

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

What she revealed regarding her allegiance wasn't unsurprising. Lots of old smugglers and mercenaries had taken up arms against the One Sith and their allies and had often asked Lok why he wasn't doing the same considering his great deal of hatred towards them. To put it in simple terms: he despised war almost as much as he did the Sith. It was a pointless thing that was only caused by the Jedi warrior-monks and their fanatic Sith enemies - it always was.

"Tionne," Lok tested the name out on his own lips, attempting to ignore the soft flesh of her fingers curling around his arm. It felt too good, and he didn't like that - not from a stranger. Lok growled something of a sigh and gently released his grip from around her pale throat thought the hold-out blaster in his grasp remained pointed at her abdomen. The pirate backed up a little before continuing his plethora of questions.

"What makes you think I'll fight the Sith for ya? What do you Jedi even have to offer?" He gestured towards the blaster, "And how exactly are you planning to strike at the One Sith?"

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

For someone who had left the Jedi on the pretense of the Order harboring nothing than a heap of warm-mongering zealots, he certianly had a lot of questions regarding the Sith. The level of hate he projected was not in accordance with detachment from Jedi ways he so avidly advertised. Indeed, he was even more stubborn in person than the records initially suggested. Tionne didn't even voice her plea, yet he was so quick to judge her, probably drawing from experiences he had with other Jedi. Well, Tionne was not other Jedi.

"I'm not here to recruit you in any way, Jorunn. You still get to pick the battles you fight." she said calmly, her fingers now wrapping around the barrel of his blaster and lightly nudged it away from under her ribcage. The redhead had a hard time prespiring normally in the corsage assortment she was wearing; having someone put additional pressure against her diaphragm was rather bothersome.

"Contrary to what you might think, I'm not speaking for the Jedi." the Coruscanti admitted in all honesty, with the council openly against any form of transgression into Sith space without explicit orders. With Jedi dwindling in their numbers, the risk of capture was not one they were willing to take.
"Nor am I here on their authority. This visit is purely private, if you will."

Perhaps now was the time to start explaining why Thanewulf was determined to seek out this black sheep lost so far from the flock, with Lok's patience running low.
"As you are probably familiar, the Sith have a formidable ally in the form of Vong, who's technology is unparalleled by anything we ever managed to produce. It's like they come from another time, from the future. No matter how much resources the Jedi, or Republic, dedicate to research and development of new weapons, the Sith are always at least two steps ahead." the redhead asserted and paused, letting it sink in, for what she was about to say would raise a lot of eyebrows with both Jedi and the Republic.
"Every move we make, every strike we attempt...they know it. How is that even possible? Unless...."
Another pause ensued, a bit longer than the one before - "....they take their orders from the future."

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Even when she tried to pry the hold-out blaster away, it would be to no avail. He was no such man willing to give up his weapon just because this lady had soft fingers and an even softer voice. The man simply pulled his weapon away and ground his teeth together as this redhaired lass spoke of the One Sith, their Yuuzhan Vong compatriots, and the ever expanding war created by a clashing of overly zealous Force orders. She still hadn't told him what exactly she had to offer.

"The future? Time travel ain't possible, lady, and trust me - I've tried." He reeled his other hand back to drag fingers through his mane of dirty blonde hair. "But you seem to have come here unarmed and alone," he glanced down the alleyway, "So I'll give ya the benefit of a doubt, lady." To contradict those words, Lok kept his blaster aimed at her. "But if you try something stupid, I'll kill you.

"Anyways, tell me whatcha got in mind, and what you have to offer."

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

An affirmative nod followed his constatation on the impossibility of time travel. However, the intricacies of quantum mechanics escaped this man, as it did most untrained in the sciences. While theory postulated that matter could not transgress the unidirectional arrow of time, energy probably could. Such a notion was highly speculative at best, but Thanewulf was slowly running out of options in the war against the One Sith.
"You are right; time travel is impossible for you, me or anything material in this world. Information, on the other hand...." the Jedi stopped herself before giving him a lecture in string theory, one he would probably not understand. Instead, she concentrated on the salient prize that he would earn should he aid her. Ultimately, opportunism was the spiritus movens of the pirates.

"A Jedi has no earthly possessions, no affluence to bask in. We denounce ownership of the worldly, for this represents attachment that distrupts our tie with the Force. I have wealth to offer you, no credits and anything of any worth to you...." the Coruscanti trailed off, hand idly reaching into the cleft of her compressed cleavage, fingers scooping something out of tight space between her bust and lacing that kept corsage in place. Suspended between her index finger and thumb, emerged a Solari crystal , The Light of the Core. In the relative darkness of the alley, it coruscated like the glow of thousand suns, trapping light in its crystalline array, focusing it and then reemmiting it as a golden-yellow radiance of the noon sun. The light lit their faces, a wonderous beacon of hope in a darkening world. The gem-stone was unblurred, forged in the belly of star.

"...apart from this. The only thing I have." Tionne then gently set the crystal into the palm of his hand where it gleamed in an almost mesmerizing fashion. Yes, there was a reason why she came unarmed.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

The scruffy man sighed and nearly muttered something derogatory under his breath. Here she was, a Jedi with absolutely nothing to her person other than some clothes and a lightsaber and she was offering a pirate the most valuable thing any Force sensitive being could ever hope to have. Judging by its yellow radiance, the size and shape of it, along with the mystical tendrils of the Force etching around it just screamed the word Solari. It had been far too long since his musings as a Jedi Knight to remember the exact properties of the crystal, but he knew damn well that this thing was rare. Extremely rare.

The deposited crystal shone brightly within his grasp, Tionne's hand still touching his. "Alright," he grumbled before gently dumping the crystal into one of the pockets of his Bodo Bass gunbelt. Almost as quickly was the crystal safely stowed away, his hold-out blaster quickly followed into another nearby holster.

"C'mere, then." Lok eased forward to lock his arm around hers once again before moving to head down the alleyway. "I'm still a bit wary about what exactly you need, lady, but I'll do it if it means hittin' the One Sith. I do, however, want claim rights to anything we find along the way. I have people t' take care of, y'know." They quietly exited the alleyway under the cover of night, a time dimly lit by several street lamps, the neon banners of various clubs and bars, and the ever present attendance of Bar-Ilan's seediest.

He glanced back at Tionne, "We're headin' to my ship now, gimme the details on the way."

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

There. Poof. The crystal was gone.

Without even flicker of a doubt, the pirate stashed the Solari crystal away. Tionne had gone into a lot of trouble to equip her electrum hilt with the precious gem he was quick to take, rendering her practically weaponless. Jorunn would probably sell it to a gem collector for more than a fair price, given how sources of Solari crystals in the Core were now under the dominion of One Sith. Who knows, they may have even destroyed all the sources hidden in a stellar nursery just outside of Tython, to prevent future generations of Jedi exploiting the extraordinary properties of this rare crystal. A quiescent sigh escaped her lips when he finally slid the blaster back into the holster.

"Fear not, Jorunn, your crew will be rewarded, if this is what you care for." she reassured him and took on his lead, walking side by side into the open. The way he adressed was borderline adorable, like she was some person of importance, a lady even. It made Tionne nervous.
"You know, I have a name. I suggest you use it, if we are to spend some time together." suggested the redhead with a half-smile - "You make me feel like I am a customer."
The landing pad they were heading towards had only speeders and starfighters parked, with no ship that could effectively harbor a crew of two. The mere thought of flying in one of those made Tionne's stomach turn and stick to her spine. Were the rumors of Jorunn's impregnable ship a legend?
"Esentially, I need a live specimen of Vong to take some samples." stated the Jedi matter-of-factly, like such an ordeal wasn't anything short of suicide - "And you know where to find it."

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Yeah, yeah, names and all that jazz. He didn't exactly enjoy being called his last name right this moment anyways. It reminded him of all the familial ties he held on Midvinter and the lingering fact that he hadn't been on that world in over two decades, much less even considered going back. There wasn't anything left for him back there and the memories that went along with his short residence there were nothing less than excruciating.

The pair neared the starport with impunity, or as much as a pirate and his fine female companion could muster. Her beauty definitely attracted more than her share of appraising glances but the surly, armed man at her side was the only thing holding them back. "There's my ship," he pointed at a craft with s-foils near the back. "An X-Wing, T-65XJ3 model." His words were a little louder than normal, seemingly expressing deep pride within the craft piloted solely by himself.

"Wheet, wheo."

Almost solely by himself.

The little grey-plated astromech droid sped out of the fighter bay with cheerful warbles in binary. It seemed overly joyous about the arrival of his master, but awfully wary of the other being at his side. "Beep." An inquiry regarding the female hooked to his arm.

"Lucky, this is Tionne, she's our passenger." Lucky beeped about something else, probably about the fact that X-Wings were single-seated fighters with only enough space for himself and the pilot. "So go run the pre-flight checks, we've got somewhere to be."

Despite all of his rebellious quirks and comments, the astromech gave an affirmative beep and rolled off to run maintenance and engine checks on the fighter. As for Lok, he unhinged his grasp from around the woman and made for the fighter's little storage compartment. After a few moments of rattling with gear and the like, he returned with a pair of flight suits.

He handed one to Tionne. "Put it on, if you want. If you enjoy stayin' alive should anything happen, I'd recommend wearin' it." She could either slip it on over her current attire or completely change into it via a nearby refresher. Whichever option she chose, Lok was going to just slip it on.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"Oh, great!" she spat out cheerfully and grabbed the flight suit right out of his hands. The prospect of shedding this leather armor she encapsulated herself in was more than appealing; she could've sworn her ribs had already started to dent inwards from the tight lacing. Weirdly enough, the suit was just the right size. Quirking a ginger brow upon pressing the suit against her to check if she was to fit in it, the red-maned woman smiled.
How convenient was it to keep two flight suits in that miniscule X-wing compartment, to sacrifice precious space just to drag along a garment tailer for a woman, rather than a man? And the chirping of astromech droid that was silenced when her presence was noted... Thanewulf allowed for a half-muted, albeit hearty giggle.

He is doing this all the time.

"I'll be out in a minute." she said and slipped behind steel doors of a nearby refresher. With a pull of a string on her back, she began to unlace the anthricite bodice that wrapped her curves, the sensation of relief eliciting an almost orgasmic sigh. Just as she untied it enough to be able to pull it over her chest, she slithered out of it like snake sheds its skin. The garment then flew to the trash, together with leather pants that have seen better days. Tionne stood in front of the lavatory, only in her white cotton briefs, and peered into the mirror to observe her own reflection.
"You look like crap, Tio." she voiced in a discouraged tone, then opened the tap to splash water all over her face. The blackened make-up she was wearing dissolved into the sink, leaving behind a freckled face and almond shaped lead-coloured eyes. Excess of lipstick was wiped off with a paper napkin.

In more than a single minute, Thanewulf emerged from the refresher clad in flight suit Jorunn was kind enough to provide. The empty hilt of her lightsaber was safely stashed away into one of the front pockets. Her visage, on the other hand, appeared different. Tionne Thanewulf was not the prettiest woman in this spaceport, not even by a long shot, but her allure was natural, almost rustic.
"For the record, I really hate flying. Makes me...uneasy." she admitted and burrowed herself infront of the pirate, curious to see how he would transport two people in a vessel designed to transport only one.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

He shifted into a new mindset once the woman gratefully took the fight suit and retreated to the refresher. It had been long enough that the alcohol and other euphoric inducers had faded away, so Lok was rather thankful for that fact seeing as he was about to pilot a snubfighter. The man sighed and removed whatever excess clothing he could before stuffing it all back into the storage compartment as compactly as he possibly could. Next came the flight suit, slipping it on over the bare minimal clothing he wore beneath it. He zipped it all the way up, slid on the flak vest, and then began to fiddle a bit with the chest panel.

It was when he was pulling his hair back to slide on a helmet did Tionne reappear from the small room. Yellow eyes inspected her once more. The sultry garments had been abandoned, the makeup had been washed off, and those delicious curves of hers were almost nonexistent in the baggy flight suit. Lok assumed he looked as equally strange, appearing more like a soldier than a pirate. Had it not been for his hair and grizzled face, he certainly would've fit the part. After all - he used to be one.

"C'mon, Tionne." He motioned for her to quicken her pace. "Lucky, any anomalies in the pre-flight checks? You know I hate surprises."

The R2 astro droid beeped a reply, detailing a little glitch with the navcomputer that had been rectified by himself. It wasn't much but any little detail was imperative to survival. Lok gave a curt nod to the astromech as it was inserted into its respective slot with the assistance of mechanical loading arms. Lok took another moment to move back and grab a helmet for his passenger, tossing it to her just as he began to clamber up the loading ladder and plop down into the cockpit.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"Is this why you gave me a flightsuit, so I can just sit on the hull?" the redhead jested upon catching the helmet and planting it onto her head, directly over ginger locks that sprung down from her shoulders and onto her back. The helmet was also a precise fit, with the transparent visor barely touching her snub nose. With a few clicks, it locked itself into place and Thanewulf was all set for flight. The way she was to be transported off this shadowport was still a mystery.

"Where's my place?" she asked curiosly upon ascending up the ladder of Lok's X-Wing, only to stand on the uppermost stave. Her gaze fell down to Jorunn pleasently seated in his pilot seat, with little room for anything let alone anyone else. Gratefully, Tionne's diminutive size assured a tight fit, albeit a fit nonetheless. Something else bothered the ginger-haired Jedi.
"You have to be kidding me." A dismissive head-shake ensued, followed by a clicking sound produced by tongue clacking against her palate - "No, I refuse. The Jedi Code... it is forbidden."
Truth be told, Tionne was never so close to a member of the opposite gender and feared what kind of reaction it might evoke. Her reaction was the one she feared, not his, as any form of close proximity with a man was uncharted territory for the Coruscanti Jedi. He, on the other side, appeared like he couldn't care less.

Such a prude, Thanewulf. Enjoy a little, aye?.

Without uttering another sound, Tionne slipped into the cockpit and onto his lap. The controls ahead left no place for her legs, so to give him reach to the controls, she slid her thighs open, the inner side of her knees touching the outer part of his kneecaps. Easing back onto his chest and leaning sideways not to block his view, Thanewulf used her hands to prop herself a bit up and shift her way around not to cause him discomfort of any sort. Sure, she was light enough, but once that cockpit lid was closed, there would be no moving whatsoever.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

In all seriousness, Lok wasn't here to rustle the feathers of fine women or even get his mitts all over them. That may have been the case earlier when his breath stunk to the high heavens of booze and narcotics pumped through his bloodstream, but he was all business at the moment. However, it was a bit hard to resist watching as his newest passenger gaped and nearly pouted at the fact that he only had a single seated starfighter. Well, he wasn't made out of Credits and bringing down a whole transport was just a waste of fuel and expenses at the starport - so the X-Wing was the most sensible option.

Her bottom came down first, landing gently on his lap before she allowed the rest of her weight to rest completely upon him. She was a tiny little thing, with her lithe legs spread out oh-so wide to grant the pirate access to whatever controls he needed. The man grunted and shifted backwards a little bit before muttering an apology, "Sorry, that's not a lightsaber."

Lok flashed a wry grin before sliding his arms forward, under Tionne's, to grip the flight control yolk and access the flight grid. He flicked a few switches upwards to increase the thrumming of the engines, listened to a few of Lucky's last minute chirps, and then he was off and out of the starport.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]