I Used To Be Famous

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

"Yeah..." Kurt trailed off for a moment. "Probably not."

Truth be told, the VCX was pretty bare bones of what most people might call basic human necessities. Nearly everything that Kurt had on the ship was...well simple knick knacks. Everything else, food, cups, even blankets were just things that his friends or family had given him. That was why Kaile had needed to go out and buy the sleeping bag, because Kurt had zero extras on his ship. He would have been hard pressed to find a loose coin in the damn place. It was simply how he lived.

No one had ever complained before.

Though, that was mostly because no one had ever seen it before. "Next time we'll just use your shirt."

Kurt quipped quite happily as he grabbed one of the wet dishes from the sink and began to slowly dry it. He was rather meticulous about it, and luckily the shirt he had been wearing hadn't been one of his favorites, in fact he wasn't quite sure where he had gotten it in the first place. A shrug rolled over his shoulders, and he decided that he would ignore that question for now.

"A couple years now." He answered her finally. "Mynock's been good to me."

The Mynock Delivery Company it was called. His bosses were nice guys, though they did get angry sometimes, but then again who didn't? Kurt didn't mind the job, and he certainly didn't mind the people that he met.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

"Mynock's?" Kaile would ask in query, taking another cup in hand to wash and then rinse off to hand off to Kurt. This was a rather easy going gig, and one hip would cock to the right as she went about doing the cleaning task.

"That who you work for?" She hadn't heard much of Mynocks before. There were other companies she was more used to. Santhe, Silk Holdings, Arceneau Trade company. "What you do for 'em?" came her next question.

Kaile couldn't help herself as she would play the wash, rinse, pass. Her peripherial would be used to flirt with the line of his waistband. His pants rode low, but set just nicely along the line of his waist to provide ample amount of ogling to his rear.

He was a rather scrumptious type of eyecandy.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

He kept drying the dishes. "I deliver packages."

That was modest really. He delivered all sorts of goods for all sorts of people in all sorts of places. It was a good job, and at times, incredibly dangerous. Kurt had delivered Corusca Gems, fusion reactor parts, and even some security documents. It was odd really, what governments would contract other corporations to do instead of just doing it themselves. He supposed an aspect of it was the fact that no one would expect an idiot like him to be carrying something worth millions.

"I'm afraid any fantasies you had about me are now completely destroyed." He joked with her, offering a very charming smile. "Just a delivery boy."

Of course, he used to be much more.

Championship podracer and fighter ace in the Republic Navy, Kurt had plenty to brag about, but he never did. It likely would have made getting girls easier, but then it wouldn't have felt the same. He wanted women to like him for he was, not his achievements.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

A courier?

Kaile's eyebrows would perk in interest, well that made more sense. She would hand him a cup, giving him a warm smile and a soft roll of her shoulder.

"Ain't nuthin' wrong with honest livin." she'd say, her soft drawl resonating between the wash and the set down of dishes for Kurt to dry. "The whole 'Verse is filled with all kinds of jobs folk have to do in order to prosper." two more cups to go then the singular pot. "Reckon if there weren't any delivery services, it would make a lot of folks lives a mite bit more uncomfortable."

Her eyes drew up, and there was a note of impish humor there. "Try and see how many riots unfold at the lack of frozen burritos at the local trade port."

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

Kurt was certainly not ashamed of his job, in fact, he loved it. It let him travel, meet people, see some interesting things. It didn't pay too well, but it gave him a home and a place to be. That was nice, feeling as though you always had somewhere to go. He liked that, it was better then when he was on Tatooine or in the Republic Navy, in those places he had always been sitting around, waiting for something to come to him.

It was nice to be needed.

"Oh? Is that what you did before waitressing?" He mused out loud to her. "Riot police?"

He was joking of course, he could hardly picture Nurse Joy as a member of the riot police, or any sort of police force really. Maybe a paramedic, her hand had been steady enough with that synthflesh gun, but this was something completely different.

She just didn't seem...aggressive enough to warrant being a security officer.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

There was a slow, almost half amused curl to Kaile’s lips at that question. What did she do before waitressing? Oh there was plenty she could say. She had jobs from here to the Core Worlds, all menial types of jobs that would let her blend into the surroundings and properly embed herself. It was the goal of her objective, to slip into whatever society or area and simply watch people. Observe.

Kaile could be activated for any number of things. She was versatile, but her skills lay in slicing and counterfeiting. As a Lorrdian, this allowed her to be like a Clawdite. While she couldn’t change her physical form, she could be nearly anyone or anything. A powerful mimic and reader of kinetic languages, Kaile could be the waitress from the local watering hole or a noblewoman from the Imperial Remnant.

And she did enjoy wearing shiny dresses!

“Heh, here and there. Done some tinkering as a mech,” she would tell Kurt, passing him the last cup. She began to dry her hands, using the front of her own shirt to do so. A flash of hip hugging blue would appear. “So that was fun for a bit. Did some time in a wandering carnival too down the Corellian Run.” she said, flashing him a dimpled smile.
“How ‘bout you? Couriering all you’ve done?”

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

That was a good question. He never really considered his podracing to be a job, not really anyway. He had made money off of it, but truthfully he had loved doing it more than anything in his entire life. Flying was great, but racing...racing was where his heart was at. There wasn't anything in the world lying running a podracer through the desert canyons of Tatooine at untold speeds, Tuskens shooting at you and fans jeering or cheering depending on where you were.

It had been a passion.

Not a career.

"I was in the Navy for a bit." Kurt said as he placed the last plate on the counter top. "Republic, obviously."

He felt the need to clarify that one, mostly because he didn't want her thinking that he had been a part of the Sith military. There was doubt that she would think that of him, but the small bit of pride he had in his military career forced him to clarify anyone. "Before that I did some podracing back home."

That was a modest way of putting it, he was practically famous for his racing days. Thrice champion of the Boonta Eve Classic and the winner of half a dozen other smaller runs in the outer rim. It had mostly been skill, but also a lot of hard work and practice. Of course, for him it had been the time of his life. A young teenager winning the biggest racing event on Tatooine not one, not twice, but thrice? He had enjoyed more favor than most kids his age.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Kaile's ears would perk at that. Republic Navy? Her hands would fist around her shirt, damp with water before she let it fall back to her lap. "Republic Navy?" her body gave a half turn towards him, hip cocking to the side.

"You a fly boy or somethin'?" Kaile would ask, a twinkle in her chocolate brown eyes. Her hands would drift along the small counter, tracing the edge. "Ace pilot?" her brows would give a devilish waggle just as she set her palms onto the counter. A quick brace and an upward shove would slip the curve of her bottom on top of the counter in a makeshift seat.

"Why you out here doing couriering for then?" her legs began to swing, idly moving in a light nonchalant shake of smooth feminine legs. There was slight movement on her right shoulder, a flash of a green tail. Tiny claws would grip at her neck, then black, beady eyes would peer out from under her ponytail.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

"Yes, actually." He was an ace, though the accomplishment wasn't half as hard as it used to be.

Ten kills, thats what you needed to be dubbed an Ace. Once that had been a significant accomplishment, now it was different. The Sith didn't partciularly care about the space aspect of their invasions, in fact at times it seemed like they didn't care at all. They won through planetary control and sheer numbers. They almost always lost the initial space combat, but they seized planetary defense installations and turned them on the Republic. Thousands of Sith Pilots had died to Republic fighters and ships, perhaps even hundreds of thousands. Kurt had been among those that cut the Sith to ribbons.

It had been easy.

Far too easy.

"I was discharged." Kurt further explained to her. "Dishonorably. For continued insubordination and fraternization."

That still amused him, though a bit of bitterness clung to his voice as he said the word. He clearly thought it hadn't been that big of a deal, and the officer who had refused to testify could have saved his ass. It was better this way of course, he was much happier now than he had been in the navy. Still, it clung to him, like a shadow.

 

[Kaile Vera]

Now this was about the time both of Kaile's eyebrows rose high. Oh he was plumb not happy about t'all. You could read it in the slight tension that ran across his shoulders, in the inflection of his tone with a slight tang of bitterness. Kaile was Lorrdian born and bred, and her keen eyes would suck up ever subtle nuance and twitch like dry sponge tossed into the bathwater.

Kurt was starting to become a whole new type of interesting. Her mind was racing, and she would take mental notes. Republic Navy. A pilot. Her chocolate brown eyes ran over him as if he were a fine piece of caramel candy. Still a piece of work, so physically fit. Kaile couldn't help it, recruiting mode came to her every now and then when it came to skimming the cream from the crop. She did a few rounds of gatekeepering for potentials, Kurt just might be one.

Shoulders would roll in as she would slide on closer, one bare leg would reach out to idly poke at his thigh, parting her legs and hitching up her shirt. "Ain't nuthin' wrong with being a bit friendly..." she'd grin that sunny smile, a hint of impish light seemingly reflecting in her eyes.

"Could have been worse I 'supose...least you did your job right, right?" as she spoke, her foot would work to behind his knee, hooking to tug him closer.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

He took a step toward, sliding closer towards Kaile and letting his hands settle on the outside of her thighs.

Kurt agreed with that of course, especially everyone already did it anyway, he was just the only one who had been stupid enough to get caught. Or maybe it had been the admiral. It was hard to tell, but he didn't look back on that time fondly. He had made friends, though most of them had now passed. Being a fighter pilot when a war was on didn't exactly lead the greatest results for life expectancy, especially when the Republic was losing as badly as it was.

That had always seemed odd to him, that they could afford to let him go during such a time of war. Maybe it was stupidity, maybe it was bureaucracy, he didn't know. He was glad for it though, glad that he had made it out alive and that he was now where. He had a ship, he had food, job, and money to take in a straggler. His eyebrows suddenly rose as he felt a foot press against his cheek.

A very forward straggler.

Kurt slid his hands to the inside of her thighs,m aybe having a roommate wouldn't be so bad after all.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]


"Turn that frown upside-down, flyboy." Kaileann would tease, giving him a light boop on the firm curve of his bum. And what a mighty nice one it was too!

He still seemed a bit off. Kaileann, being the sweet girl that she was, wouldn't have the ex-Republic pilot feeling glum. With a wiggle of her nose and a flash of a grin, the jovial woman would tug Kurt closer. Before he knew it, her other leg had joined the other, sliding up to tug him closer.

"Did I mention, my leg is one-hundred centimeters from hip to toe?" Kaile bit her lower lip, a mischievous light glittering in her eyes as she nestled him twixt her nethers, the rough fabric of his pants scraping her skin. "So basically we are talking about two-hundred centimeters of therapy, wrapped around you for the bargain price of frozen burritos and fresh strawberries." she practically sang, leaning forward to brace her arms around his bare shoulders.

A light peck would land at the tip of his nose.

"The past ain't nuthin' but a dirt road bearing the dust trails left in your wake, Kurt," the pads of her fingers would curl on the nape of his neck, drawing his face down to her upturned own.

"So how 'bout we get a bit more pep in your step and you can tell me what's for supper." the grin that split her face in two could not be contained as she gave a little encouraging wiggle and sway.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

He tried to push away the thoughts and concerns of the past.

She was right of course, it didn't really matter anymore what the past held. The Navy had gotten rid of him, his friends were gone, but everything was okay for him. It was maybe a selfish thing to think, but Kurt didn't particularly care. He still had people to love, still had people to love, that was what mattered. He was alive, and he was going to make the very most of it while he was. A smile pulled at his lips, a mischievous look that had been present right before he had gotten punched in the face at Yum Bunnies.

"Well..." Kurt trailed off.

There wasn't much to eat onboard the ship, nothing at all if he recalled correctly in fact. He had intended to stop off at the next station in order to get what he needed, though that likely only would have been some dried pasta and a few bits of bantha meat. Kurt wasn't much of a cook, his mother had once joked that he could burn water if he tried hard enough. That was probably true, sadly, though it had never really bothered him too much.

His eyes flicked down her body for a moment, then he smiled. "I can think of something to eat."

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

"Think?!" Kaileanne would exclaim with feint aghast, giving a half draw back and a scrunch of her nose. Granted, her legs would counteract her upper body movements as she would draw him tighter.

"Now, ain't that a plum shame if you only think you know!" another waggle of her brows, her grin infectious as it was good natured. Her fingers would drift along his bare shoulders, sliding over them as if she was brushing off imaginary lint. "A girl likes to know if her evenin's temptation would sate her right. Hunger can make any woman rather ornery. " the last came with a bit of sass, her eyes widening with challenge and plenty of humor.

"So how 'bout you and me get to fixin' that there itch?" if she was waiting for an answer, Kaile wasn't one to be all too concerned about personal bubbles. Kurt found that real quick when her hands went sailing over him half way through her innuendo and flirted with the line of his waist. One that was promptly crossed as she dove her hands under his breeches to become once more intimately acquainted with the curve of his lower back. At the very least, she would express her appreciation with a hearty grope.

Her mischievous smile would only grow wider.

"Or do I gotta bend over and wiggle 'fore you take the bait?"

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaile Vera"]

He smiled.

There was a certain hint of joy in that smile, genuine joy. The troubles that he had had just moments ago seemed to wisp away into the air. The thoughts of the past, the Navy, his court marshal, everything that he had been pondering disappeared. He supposed that was within his nature, to always live in the now and never actually think of the depressing things in the past. He supposed his roommate would now help him with that, though calling her that still seemed rather odd.

"Well..." Kurt said as he felt the slight squeeze on his rear. "It certainly couldn't hurt."

He pressed his lips against hers, hard.

At that moment the ship shook slightly, as if in appreciation of the moment.