Zaia wrote:Ah, this is driving me nuts! Everytime I see your names, Kel & Ig, I think the next chapter has been posted, but no! I am waiting with baited breath and currently turning blue in anticipation!!
Read: I hope it comes out soon.
And have fun with LT, Kel. Maybe you should at least keep the icing from that cake...?
OOh, I'm sorry Zaia!!! *hugs* I promise you that you will be VERY prominate in the next chapter.
Captain_Cyran wrote:My mind isn't working, can't remember what that is....but from the multiple twisted smileys after it...I just KNOW it can't be good for me....
You HAVE seen Evil Sadistic Bastard's title, right?
Oh shit....
That will NOT end well. Can I manage to get a LESS horrible death by any chance? Or at least manage to kill something with a Hadoken or something?
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LT.Hit-Man wrote:
Oh so that's how you want to play eh?
* Flips myself on top of Kelly and starts licking her all over like a rabid rancor snacking down on an ewok*
*screams and giggles*
*looks at everyone else for a moment then gets up, throws Kelly over a shoulder and runs into the Sith alter room and locking the doors shut after posting a battle driods on guard duty*
*You hear laughing, screams, moans, sighs coming from the room*
Captain_Cyran wrote:My mind isn't working, can't remember what that is....but from the multiple twisted smileys after it...I just KNOW it can't be good for me....
You HAVE seen Evil Sadistic Bastard's title, right?
Oh shit....
That will NOT end well. Can I manage to get a LESS horrible death by any chance? Or at least manage to kill something with a Hadoken or something?
Look on the bright side. You weren't ESB's mistress.
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LT.Hit-Man wrote:
Oh so that's how you want to play eh?
* Flips myself on top of Kelly and starts licking her all over like a rabid rancor snacking down on an ewok*
*screams and giggles*
*looks at everyone else for a moment then gets up, throws Kelly over a shoulder and runs into the Sith alter room and locking the doors shut after posting a battle driods on guard duty*
*You hear laughing, screams, moans, sighs coming from the room*
After a few days bouth Kelly and Lt.Hit-Man, leaning on eachother slowly stagger out of the Sith alter room with realy dopy grins on there sweat covered faces.
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Grand Inquisitor of ASVS (ret) ASVS Vets Assc.
" poor bruised and mistreated? jesus Christ Iggy, you haven't been watching Voyager reruns again have you? " - Darth Fanboy
Kelly Antilles wrote:OOh, I'm sorry Zaia!!! *hugs* I promise you that you will be VERY prominate in the next chapter.
btw, love the new avatar. She's adorable.
*chuckles* That's ok, Kel, I--*glances over to see LT and Kelly falling all over each other, doused in sweat*--can see you've been a bit busy. So when do you think it'll be up? The, er, chapter, that is.
And thanks, I like her too; she's actually a priestess.
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
Zaia wrote:
*chuckles* That's ok, Kel, I--*glances over to see LT and Kelly falling all over each other, doused in sweat*--can see you've been a bit busy. So when do you think it'll be up? The, er, chapter, that is.
Zaia wrote:*chuckles* That's ok, Kel, I--*glances over to see LT and Kelly falling all over each other, doused in sweat*--can see you've been a bit busy. So when do you think it'll be up? The, er, chapter, that is.
Someday.........
That's ok, I can wait. *smiles, sits down, and waits patiently*
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
:: donns fake mustache and beard :: Needs more of that fantastic, godlike man Larz!... :: removes fake mustache and beard and throws them in bucket-o-spam, clears throat :: Good job you two on a great story. Can't wait to see what happens next, well, till my next monthly appraisal of this story :: wanders off ::
"Once again we wanted our heroes to be simple, grizzled everymen with nothing to lose; one foot in the grave, the other wrapped in an American flag and lodged firmly in a terrorist's asshole."
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Larz wrote::: donns fake mustache and beard :: Needs more of that fantastic, godlike man Larz!... :: removes fake mustache and beard and throws them in bucket-o-spam, clears throat :: Good job you two on a great story. Can't wait to see what happens next, well, till my next monthly appraisal of this story :: wanders off ::
Hmm... 2 guess as to whether or not he gets into the story again...
"preemptive killing of cops might not be such a bad idea from a personal saftey[sic] standpoint..." --Keevan Colton
"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan
That will NOT end well. Can I manage to get a LESS horrible death by any chance? Or at least manage to kill something with a Hadoken or something?
Relax, I'm just kidding. Really.
You might or might not die, but you'll have a good run, I promise.
Well....I'm kinda feeling a little more at ease about my own fate being in Iggy's hands, I mean what can he possibly do besides, well...no...best not to give him more ideas than he no doubt already has.
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Captain_Cyran wrote:Well....I'm kinda feeling a little more at ease about my own fate being in Iggy's hands, I mean what can he possibly do besides, well...no...best not to give him more ideas than he no doubt already has.
Y'know, funny you should mention that right now. Earlier today, I went through some of the stuff I wrote during one of my suicidal period. I couldn't beleive I found it: a story called Fuitility. It's about a demon that descends to Earth for the simple cause of wreaking havoc. I'm considering typing it up (I printed it out but never saved it) and posting it.
[quote="IG-88E
Y'know, funny you should mention that right now. Earlier today, I went through some of the stuff I wrote during one of my suicidal period. I couldn't beleive I found it: a story called Fuitility. It's about a demon that descends to Earth for the simple cause of wreaking havoc. I'm considering typing it up (I printed it out but never saved it) and posting it.[/quote]
For what it's worth I'm glad you'er still here
If you don't mind I would like to read that story I know what your talking about, I had my own period of suicidal insanty and I worte a realy fucked up fic, it amazing what the human mind can come up with when one finds there soul in the deepest pits of dispair.
Brotherhood of the Monkey: Rabid Sith Monkey from hell.
Mad scribbler of the Writer's Guild Headquarters
Grand Inquisitor of ASVS (ret) ASVS Vets Assc.
" poor bruised and mistreated? jesus Christ Iggy, you haven't been watching Voyager reruns again have you? " - Darth Fanboy
Zaia was frustrated. No matter what she said or did, Ted refused to calm down. He had gone to meet with Utsanomiko, and had returned even more frustrated. Apparently the Sith Lord had thrown him out, saying he was too weak to train. Zaia knew her brother and she knew Utsanomiko was pushing his buttons perfectly. Ted was getting more and more impatient, less willing to talk, until finally all he did was pace back and forth angrily.
Finally, Zaia gave up and left him to himself for a while, hoping that would calm him down. Yoshi hadn't been too effective a teacher and, until today, had only met with Zaia once. She seemed to have her mind set on something else, though Zaia had no idea what that was. As she watched Ted pace back and forth, something snapped. "Ted, will you just calm down?" she asked.
"Shut up!" he growled, not slowing his pace. Zaia jerked her head back in surprise. Ted never talked like that.
"Hey... are you okay?"
"I'm fine, damnit! What the hell are you so worried about?"
Zaia stood and walked over to him. "I'm worried about you, Ted. You're acting strange. This isn't like you." Ted growled something under his breath. "What?"
"I said screw you. You're just jealous because Yoshi hasn't shown you any attention."
Zaia lightly slapped Ted across the cheek. "Ted, listen to yourself. You're-" she didn't get a chance to finish, because slapped her across the face.
"Enough!" he roared. "I've heard enough! Get out and leave me alone!" He grabbed Zaia by the shoulders and threw her out of the room. She was so stunned by the fact that he'd slapped her, she put up no resistance. She felt herself be propelled out into the hallway and heard the door shut behind her. She felt herself slam into something warm and soft, not like the wall she'd been expecting. Opening her eyes, she found herself face to face with a man slightly taller than her. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he wasn't a Sith, but *was* very handsome. His long brown hair fell into intense blue eyes, and she realized his arms were halfway around her, keeping her from sliding to the floor. Despite herself, she blushed.
"Uh, hi," she said, feeling extremely awkward.
"Are you alright?" he asked. His voice was soft, low-pitched, and pleasant to the ear.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes not leaving his. "I'm Zaia."
"My name is Ignatius," he said. Suddenly, she realized that he hadn't let go of her.
"Um, I can stand on my own, I really can," she said. Slowly, he let go of her.
"Sorry," he said.
She smiled. "It's no problem. So, are you an apprentice, too?"
He nodded. "So, what was that all about?"
She sighed. "A little argument. Looks like I've been kicked out for a while."
He was silent for a minute. "You may stay with me, if you like."
She hesitated. This handsome young man was asking her to stay the night? Lucky for me, she thought with a smile. "Lead the way."
IG-88E had been assigned the same type of room as Ted and Zaia, although his lack of a roommate meant he had more space. He often kept the lights dark since he did not require them to see. He gestured to one of the beds. "You may sleep there," he said.
"Thanks," Zaia answered. Then, she turned to look at him. "So, where are you from?"
"Nar Shadda," he answered. It seemed to satisfy her, so he went to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't really need to sleep, not the same way humans did, but he was fairly certain that there was a holocam or two in his room and he needed to keep up appearances. He expected Zaia to go over to her own bad, but she confounded him by sitting down next to him instead.
"Aren't you going to ask me anything?" she asked. That took him completely off guard. He suppressed a scowl as he wondered how most humans acted in this situation.
"So... where are you from?" he said hesitantly.
"Ghorman. It's a mid-rim world, mostly forests and mountains."
"How long have you been using the Force?" Perhaps he could get a bit more information from her.
"A few years. I'm a little ahead of my brother, so I watch out for him." She smiled. "How about you?"
"I am just starting to learn," he answered. "The person who threw you out of your room... he is your brother."
"Yep. That's Ted."
"Why?"
"He got a little angry. He needs time to blow off some steam." She smiled. "What about you? Any family?"
He caught himself simply gazing into her green eyes like an idiot. Focus, you're an assassin, he told himself. You won't get anywhere acting like a moron. "No, no family."
"None?" He shook his head. "Not even a girlfriend?" He suddenly realized that her arm was snaking out around his midsection.
"Uh... what's a girlfriend?" he asked before he could stop himself. Her brows shot up towards her red hair.
"You've never had a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Well... no." He suddenly realized she was leaning towards him.
"So you're a virgin?" She had an impish grin on her face.
"Uh..." he didn't answer as he felt her hand slip under his shirt and run up his back. The sensation was electrifying and he inhaled sharply. Her smile changed to that of a well-fed predator. "Well, I guess that answers that question," she said. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue finding its way inside his mouth. For a moment, IG was totally and completely lost in the sensation. He had no idea what to do, so he let his tongue play across hers.
Zaia moaned in pleasure and leaned into him, sliding her other hand up his back. She was rewarded with another shiver from this handsome young man. Maybe it was just the frustration from not getting through to Ted, but she was feeling quite horny. She continued to feast upon his soft lips.
Iggy was confused. Somewhere within this new body, he desired her touch. She was so soft and smelled so sweet. Yet, his "brain" kept telling him this was not right. You're an assassin droid, not a human. You've got a job to do. He ignored it.
She pushed his shirt up and over his head, returning to his lips after it had passed. Her hands ran over his muscular chest, causing more chills. He was reacting perfectly.
Her eyes captivated him. He could not turn away. Sitting still, he was shocked when she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Not really knowing what to do, he began to softly knead them.
"Mmm, yes, that's right," she responded. "Perhaps you'd do better directly on the skin." She grinned and pulled off her shirt. He ogled her voluptuous body which pleased her to no end.
This time, he reached out on his own, wondering what the two globes would feel like. His receptors nearly overloaded when he lay his hands on her breasts. Her skin was so soft and warm. The response she gave him when he grasped them made him feel so good.
For a virgin, he's not half bad, she thought as she began to unbutton his pants. She was amazed that he didn't move when she unzipped them and reached inside. What amazed her more was his size. "Holy sith!"
"What? What is wrong?!" He looked at her in shock and fear.
"I've... I've never seen one this big before." She began to stroke him.
"Is that a problem?" He really hoped it wasn't.
"Oh no, not at all." She lowered her head to his pelvis and licked the head of his cock.
This was a new sensation. He felt what he guessed humans called "aroused." A moan escaped his lips and left him confused. The moment she put him entirely in her mouth, he gasped. "Um..."
She licked his length and looked up. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll take good care of you." She returned to what she was doing.
Her mouth was the most sensuous thing in the galaxy as far as Ignatius was concerned. His receptors were in overdrive and he moaned loudly. He felt this tingle like he wanted to eject something into her mouth. That would not do.
He grasped her shoulders gently and pulled her up to him, kissing her softly. She used the Force to shed herself of her pants and straddled his lap. He lowered her down onto his hardened appendage.
Zaia moaned as he filled her completely. Her senses were open to every touch. Grasping his head and kissing him deeply, she began to ride this sexy creature. She pushed him back on the bed without breaking contact. Her hips ground against him, taking him as deeply as she could. He was touching her internally the way no man had ever before.
Ignatius was a bit surprised as they lay back on the bed, but soon realized why she had done it. He had slipped even farther into her. Her body moved like a rekk as her hips rose and fell. His own pelvis began to move in rhythm with her. That only made her go faster and moan louder.
She was going to cum soon. It was what she wanted and hoped he was getting as much pleasure from this as she was. She pressed her hands against his chest as she lifted herself and began to slam him into her over and over.
He knew she was taking immense pleasure in this, so he followed her lead. The tingling sensation began again. He couldn't hold back this time. He grabbed her hips and pistoned her on his appendage.
That was it. Zaia screamed and dug her fingers into his chest. Her body spasmed as she orgasmed. Holding him tight, she let the wave ride over her until she collapsed on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she fell asleep. His mind was screaming, you idiot! What the hell is wrong with you? You are a gaddamned assassin droid! You're not here on some pleasure cruise! You've got a job to do!
And it can't be done until the contact shows up, he argued logically with himself. Until then, I have little to do other than accustoming myself to this body.
This is why IG-88A kicked you out! You are a loose cannon and ever since you got ahold of that lightsaber, you've been obsessed with biologicals and that force of theirs.
Ignatius gave a mental snort. And since when do I care for what that overrated egomaniac thought? He's dead, I'm alive, and I'll do what the fuck I want. I'll handle my jobs the way I see fit, and if my employers don't like it, they can hire someone else for it. Now, enough! Iggy took a deep breath and closed his eyes, slipping into recharge mode. To the eye, it seemed as though he'd fallen asleep, his arms around his lover.
Mark Sheppard smiled and slipped on his sunglasses as he stepped out onto the roof lot of NRI Headquarters. It was a beautiful afternoon, and his shift had just ended. He was looking forward to going home and relaxing. As he strode towards his speeder, he noticed a man bent over another speeder, the hood up. He was evidently having trouble with the machine, because he cursed under his breath as he worked on it. "Need a hand?" Sheppard asked.
The man looked up with a wan smile. "Yeah. I can't figure out what the hell is wrong with this thing."
"Well, let me take a look at it," Sheppard said as he reached the man. He didn't recognize the man, but there were a lot of people working at NRI. He took a look under the hood and found the source of the trouble fairly quickly. "Here's what's wrong," he said. "Your inhibitors aren't connected."
"Oh." The guy shrugged. "I'm no speeder jockey. Can you take care of it?"
"Yeah, no problem." Sheppard worked for a minute, then stood up." There you go. Should run fine now."
"Thanks," the guy said. He pulled out a datapad and did some writing. "Here, thanks for the help."
"No thanks, it's all right," Sheppard said. "It's no problem."
"But I'm from Commenor," the man said. He handed him a credit chit
"A check from Commenor is always welcome," Sheppard said without missing a beat. He took the chit, along with the small slip of flimsy the man passed to him. Then he turned to head to his own speeder, the incident already forgotten as he focused on his new problem.
Sheppard arrived at his apartment fifteen minutes later. The moment he closed the door, he took a small device out of his pocket and scanned the area for listening equipment. There were none. Satisfied, he went to his desk and pulled out the slip of flimsy the man had given him. It read: 22-12, 43-8, 193-3, 55-7. 78-2, 61-10, 174-1. 89-5, 109-14, 81-7. It was a fairly simple number-letter substitution code, but there was a trick to it. If one wanted to decode the message, they would need a certain book. It was fairly old, written before the Clone Wars, about the structure and stability of government. Sheppard had tried to read it once, but had fallen asleep by the third page.
Now, though, he took it off the shelf and turned to page 22. The code worked in a fairly simple fashion: the first number of each code set was a page, the second was the number of the letter needed. For example, the first letter would be found by looking at the 12th letter on page 22. Sheppard took out a writing tool and copied down the letters underneath the numbers. When he was finished, he looked at the massage for a long time. He sat back and pondered what he had to do. There would be no more Coruscant sunsets, no more relaxing after work. What he was about to do would shake the Republic to its foundations and have dozens of agents out for his hide. All because of ten simple letters:
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
That was a nice chapter good work Iggy/Kel
" Stop NRI now" the plot thickens
Brotherhood of the Monkey: Rabid Sith Monkey from hell.
Mad scribbler of the Writer's Guild Headquarters
Grand Inquisitor of ASVS (ret) ASVS Vets Assc.
" poor bruised and mistreated? jesus Christ Iggy, you haven't been watching Voyager reruns again have you? " - Darth Fanboy
"Prodesse Non Nocere." "It's all about popularity really, if your invisible friend that tells you to invade places is called Napoleon, you're a loony, if he's called Jesus then you're the president." "I'd drive more people insane, but I'd have to double back and pick them up first..." "All it takes for bullshit to thrive is for rational men to do nothing." - Kevin Farrell, B.A. Journalism. BOTM - EBC - Horseman - G&C - Vampire
Kelly Antilles wrote:He caught himself simply gazing into her green eyes like an idiot. Focus, you're an assassin, he told himself. You won't get anywhere acting like a moron. "No, no family."
Absolutely, dahlink. I think this is my favourite part, actually. *grin* I love turning assassins into blithering idiots.
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
I HAVE RETURNED!!! Damned PC getting caught in an IP ban.
Great chapter. And Shep's a mole. Fascinating.
Fragment of the Lord of Nightmares, release thy heavenly retribution. Blade of cold, black nothingness: become my power, become my body. Together, let us walk the path of destruction and smash even the souls of the Gods! RAGNA BLADE!
Lore Monkey | the Pichu-master™
Secularism—since AD 80
Av: Elika; Prince of Persia
