Out of Pod Experience

It usually is...

*you hear Shalua's voice from the door as she enters and walks across the room briskly, aiming straight for an empty table. she drops into the chair with a sigh then leans back and snaps her long legs on the table, crossing them in one motion*

After several hours being caught in the middle of something (cencorbar starts lurking), involving Indah taking the top position over Zoe due to her background as a Khanid noblewoman in a sensual and playful way, while Zoe knows her place on the bottom (cencorbar scratches head if to strike or not), the both woman enter the front interior of TGFB again joining the new and common guests. As the bar owner of course, Indah walks on top wearing a noble Kimono, while Zoe follows her some steps behind honouring the bars new declothing habits wearing a breeze of no-thing.

*Shalua looks up at Zoe and Indha and rolls her eyes, then she nods in their direction and quips* Zoe Koltana... I should have known you'd be here. *then she gets up smiling as she passes them on her way to the bar, leaning on it casually, looking for the bar person* A "Warp Scrambler" please, and a strong one at that.

*elegantly evades Maidalice on her sweeping routine while walking to the bar joining Shali and Loco.*
"Hello Loco, and hello Shali, nice you made it up here finally" *warm smile*
*to the barmaid* "One warp stab please, I feel a little scrambled up."

*the barmaid hands her the requested drink and Zoe turns around on her barchair, one elbow leaning on the bars counter while overturning her legs. Sipping her drink to the soothing humming sounds of sweepy Alice*

Obviously you may have mistaken someone else for Indah as she's strictly heterosexual for... huh... design reasons.

Same as Yiole and Ish, btw.

Huh? Was that a mirror or did i just saw a lookalike of mine with Zoe?

*Shalua chuckles into her drink but keeps her eyes cast down while she turns around and leans her lower back and elbows on the bar*

The soft persistent chime woke Random from his deep sleep. He lay in bed with Yiole in his arms, pressed together as if craving the physical contact. He turned his head and noticed that a faint light illuminated from his datapad. So the “wake up call” was for him. He soured and thought, “…this had better be good.”

He slowly untangled himself from the sleeping Yiole. She gave a faint groan of protest but Random brushed the hair from the side of her face and whispered, “Shhhhhhh…..” She settled back into contented sleep. He turned to face the datapad and ran his hands across the skin of his bald head, taking mental note of the chaos his rented room had become. Yiole was a vigorous lover and being “caged” in his room for the last two days had brought out a wild and passionate side of her that made him smile.

He stood up and took the two brief steps to the table where his datapad lay. The air in the room felt intensely cold in contrast to her body warmth and the bed. With a frown, he picked up his datapad.

“Priority One Message” showed in bold lettering on the crystal screen. He entered his security passwords and pulled up the message. A face appeared, a recorded message sent out and he recognized the face as a director in the alliance. “Priority One Message begins.” The director said, “Alliance has declared war and your presence has been requested on the front lines, McNally.” A sly smile slid across the director’s face. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your little vacation.” The smile vanished as the recorded message continued. “Report to Red HQ in Otela for your orders. Message ends.”

He had been enjoying his ‘vacation’. He turned to look at the sleeping form of Yiole and wished it could continue. For years he had been a soldier, a capsuleer bred in combat since before his conversion. He had lived a very good life as an ‘immortal demi-god’ among the men and women of New Eden. He interacted with many of his fellow ‘demi-gods’, almost exclusively since the common men and women, the ground dwellers, could not relate. There will always be a gulf between Man and Capsuleer. It was a gulf that forevermore, could not be filled.

“Acknowledged.” He responded. The datapad sent the encrypted message. Alliance Headquarters will know that Random McNally, line grunt pilot for the Federation, would be on his way to fight and die, and fight again.

He took the datapad into the room’s refresher. When the door was closed, he keyed up a communication to Captain Ral Springer. “Good morning, sir” the captain said when the comm link was established, “your orders?”

“Captain, “Random responded quietly “I would like you to warm up ‘Courier’ and make it ready for departure. We depart in two hours.”

“Aye sir.” Captain Ral replied. He paused just a moment as if to say something. A concerned look crossed his face and then brushed it off. Capsuleers did not need pity. He turned and began giving orders and the comm link faded.

Random looked at himself in the mirror. He had slept, deeply, but he felt the life of the last couple of days drain from him. He noticed various scratches, bruises and bite marks. A couple of them drew blood and he smiled as he touched them. He liked having these trophies. Some of the Minmatar tribe practiced ritual scarring but this was different. It was far more personal and again it drew the longing smile from him.

He entered the shower and luxuriated in the hot water. It really didn’t matter since he would be submerged in the fluid of his pod very soon, but he gave credence to the ritual of preparing for battle. He stepped out after he had felt the purge of human emotion. He towel dried and stepped out into the main area of the room. Quietly taking clean clothes from the drawer, he dressed in silence. He had nearly finished dressing when he felt Yiole’s eyes on him. He turned and saw that she was watching him. Her eyes were full of concern and the iron façade began to crack around Random.

“You are leaving?” she said as she began to sit up in the bed.

“Yes. I’ve been called in to Red Headquarters. It appears we are going to war.” He sat down next to her on the bed, his shirt still in his hand

“I fear I’ve left you with some scars.” She said, wistfully smiling as her fingers traced the deeper of the scratches and bites.

“I’ll treasure them.” He whispered back and kissed her passionately on the mouth. The heat began to rise between the two and Random gently broke off the contact. He stood up and spoke under his breath, “for as long as this body has them.”

He pulled on his shirt and walked to the door. As he opened it, he turned back to Yiole. “I would very much like to see you when I’m no longer needed at the lines.” He turned his face downward, flushing at the statement and stepped out into the Bar.

Random was struck by the surreal tableau before him. Alice Saki in a maid’s outfit sweeping the floor and dancing to her portable entertainment player, Zoe walking unclad and speaking with Indah and an apparently animated replica, still flushed from some unknown activities. Most of the patrons were still in various stages of undress, a remnant from the pantsu party. He soaked in the scene and moved up to the bar. He paid for his room for an additional month and with one last glance at the room, left the bar.

His ship was prepared as he entered the bay. Captain Springer walked up to him and fell in step as Random moved to the ship. He took a few moments to look over the heavily modified Executioner. Springer watched him look over the various systems. Springer was confident in his crew and knew that the capsuleer would find no faults. He stood silently and collected Random’s clothing as he entered the pod.

ok, now -that- is a cool motherf

You poor girl, you still look so sad and pitiful. You need to restore your self to your former glory.

I'll say: you're ******* loco!