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Scouting for Work

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
A nod was her only response at first... well nod and a sniff as she fought off more tears. "The Empire wasn't perfect, we all knew that. But it was our country. We were born it in, it took care of us, it fed us, and we fought to protect that stability. I know the Jedi are supposed to be paragons of good and stuff, but that never stopped them from trying to kill me every chance they got. To them I was just another stormtrooper, another faceless drone fighting for the big bad Empire. Can you blame us for wanting to be good enough to survive fighting them?"

Hevana sounded like she was defending herself, but it was only because she did not want Siobhan to dislike her. This was the first friend the scout had made in eight hundred years, and she wanted to be liked. "But all of that is gone," she said a touch of sadness returning. "Every person I knew generations and generations gone. The country I fought for vanished. I have no home."

Now Hevana looked up at Siobhan, tears no longer present. "But if you give me a home, I will fight for it until my last breathe. I don't care about the money, not really. Its the people. The ones I fight along side. The ones I protect. Especially the ones I sleep next to at night." There was a twitch in the corner of her mouth as she said that last one while looking at Siobhan. "I'm not a perfect person, but I'm good at what I do. Something I will prove to you once this CEO Alcori points me at my first target."
 
Some person other than Siobhan might have pointed out that the Empire's penchant for glassing planets in the name of "order" might've contributed to people trying to kill its soldiers. This would have involved our heroines in a no doubt fascinating but ultimately counterproductive debate on politics, utilitarian and Kantian ethics.

However, to Siobhan it was in a past she didn't care about, the Empire was gone and in any case she was too self-absorbed or goal-orientated. Yes, 'goal-orientated' totally fit her! Apparently sometimes thinking about yourself first was better for other person as well! "Yeah, it's gone," Siobhan replied. "Can't get it back, but we can give you a new home. We're all renegades, cast-offs, strays, or were at any rate before we joined Omega and stick together. Someone screws us over, we crush them. And Tegaea's a real great boss, tough woman," she said feelingly. "So far as I'm concerned you belong with us and she'll see that as well."
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
A real smile formed on Hevana's face now, along with some relief. "Thank you Siobhan, you don't know how much that means to me." As she spoke, one of her hands rested on the other woman's real hand. Not because she was afraid or anything of the droid hand, but because she wanted to feel the warmth.

Finally the meals arrived, and the table was quickly filled with plates of food... most of which was Hevana's. Now that she was feeling better her appetite had returned, and the food started to disappear with alarming haste into her apparently insatiable gullet. How she managed to stuff so much food into her face so quickly without looking like a slob had to count as some sort of minor miracle, and after the forth plate she did not appear to be slowing in the least. By the fifth she paused for a moment, swallowed, and looked up a bit sheepishly.

"Would you like to try some?"
 
For her part, Siobhan only really touched people with the droid hand when she hit them. "I didn't have a place to belong for a long time either," she said softly. There was clearly more behind that line, but Siobhan did not seem inclined to share at this juncture at least. She gave Hevana's hand a reassuring squeeze, then turned to her meal when it arrived. As it happened, hers was less substantial than the former Imperial soldier's.

She gave Hevana, who was quite a bit smaller than she was, an amused look as the former Imperial attacked her small banquet with gusto. "Nah, you eat up, I'm good. I can see you've got an appetite!" she said teasingly with a wink. "I'll contact @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] when we're on the ship, we get the contract drawn up and, well, go cause mayhem somewhere.
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
Hevana nodded, then went back to eating. It did not take her long to finish the food that had been put in front of her, and she leaned back with a truly satisfied look. "That was wonderful, I haven't had a good meal in eight hundred years! So who is this Tegaea person anyway? She in charge of things?"

Before Siobhan could answer the waitress returned, clearly trying to hide her shock at that much food all being gone in such a short amount of time. "Would you like any dessert?" she asked clearly expecting a no.

"One of everything." The waitress walked away, shaking her head in disbelief. Hevana simply looked back to her new friend with an expression that indicated she did not recognise she had done anything out of the ordinary. "Anyway, like I said is this woman the boss in Omega?"
 
Siobhan showed no reaction beyond amusement in response to Hevana's still ravenous appetite. "You're gonna have a high food bill. Best get all the performance bonuses you can," she said teasingly. Performance, indeed!

"Tegs' is the Colonel and CEO. Runs all the day to day business, leads most mission. Ex Republic NCO. We go way back. She's a good leader, got this aura of command and she's tough in a fight. She recruited me into Omega, when I ditched those hippies in robes." A smile curved her lips, it did not seem just like professional respect.

"Cira's President, runs the whole company. Bit of a mystery, don't know much about her beyond that she's a force-user and started Omega. But she has to be tough to make this show possible and Tegs trusts her, that's enough for me."
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
"So the head honcho are women? I like it."

She had worked under men her whole life, which when it was just following orders and doing her job was okay. That did not make her any more comfortable around those men, which made the idea of reporting to a bunch of women all the more appealing to her. And from the sound of it Siobhan's recruitment had probably went along the same lines as her own. The difference was Hevana could detect something more than just a good romp in the sack now and then the way Siobhan alked about the Colonel.

Then the dessert arrived and Hevana dug into that as well. She stopped only when she reached a particularly cold dish, clutching her head. "Ow ow ow ow, brain freeze."
 
"Well, otherwise Omega wouldn't be where it is, would it?" Siobhan asked rhetorically, not being sexist at all. But then her Jedi master had been Adril Tythorin and everyone knew that among space elves men were kept in their place. "They're both redheads as well," she added.

She opportunistically used Hevana being reticent with the cold dish to cut herself a small piece of the apple cake that had been among the deserts. "I've got lots of ideas about how to warm it up," she quipped cornily, giving Hevana's forehead a rub with her flesh hand before kissing her, incidentally getting some cream on her lips.
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
"I do like redheads." She missed her redhead, who had been left eight centuries in the past. Hevana wondered how she had been after Hevana was frozen. The girl had been kind and sweet, really she had not belonged in the Empire at all. And as far as Hevana knew, she had not had many friends within the Empire besides the scout. Hopefully she met someone nice and lived happily.

When Siobhan kissed her, Hevana gave a telling smile. "You know, that gives me an interesting idea for something to do later involving eating cream .. whipped cream specifically." Quickly she finished eating the rest of her deserts, and pushed the last dish to the side. "Alright, I think I'm ready to get out of here. Can always pick up a snack on the way."
 
"I like the way you think. Hmm. Some chocolate wouldn't go amiss either," Siobhan responded. They paid and then the ex-Jedi led Hevana out of the bistro, picking up snacks at a smaller shop outside on the way.

They took the speeder to a nearby, rather inconspicuous spaceport, not the main port on Coruscant, but a smaller one further out of the city centre, which incidentally meant that there were less crowds and less bureaucratic nonsense. The ship was a small freighter that on the outside looked like a civilian vessel, though it boosted powerful deflector shields and hidden armaments.

"Make yourself comfortable, we're off to Fondor," Siobhan called to her before she disappeared into the cockpit and started the engines, then the ship took off into the air and then into orbit.

As she did this Siobhan activated the comm system, calling @[member="Tegaea Alcori"]. "Tegs, it's Siobhan. Cutting my little trip to Coruscant short. Job went well, city's still standing don't worry," she joked. "Picked up a promising new recruit. Taking her to Fondor, sure she'll be an asset."
 
Tegaea received the call in her office. She made a face at the empty office.
"Uh huh. Promising, hmm? I hope you put her through a wide series of tests and trials to ensure she's suitable and that her assets match up with requirements." It was entirely a self conscious parody. Tegaea knew Siobhan, and knew she'd bring back a woman, and judging by her good mood and quickness in coming back she'd slept with the girl too. Still, she didn't care.

She got more formal. "Alright, come back here at once, well done, Siobhan."
 
"You know me, Tegs, I put her through the required series of performance evaluations and skill assessments. After all, I learned from the best," Siobhan responded innocently, well to such an extent that she could pull off innocent, which was not much.

"Thanks, ma'am," she said genuinely. Unlike Tegaea she did not pull of formal very well, though she had gotten more disciplined lately. Yes, disciplined was the right word in certain circumstances. "On the way to Fondor right now. You won't have to miss my awesomeness for long."
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
When Siobhan told her to get comfortable, Hevana intended to do just that. While the former jedi was off making her call, the former scout had wandered through the ship and found a bed. Shimming out of her clothing leaving only her underwear, she crawled onto the bed and laid down stretching out across it. As she had expected from Siobhan it was a very nice bed, with lots of... spring. Which was obviously the most important factor when choosing a bed, because everyone knew how springiness assisted with the sleeping process.

Not for the first time she regretted only her armor and weapons had survived the trip to the future. So many of her more fun possessions were gone, hopefully put to good use by one of her pets. At least then they would have that to remember her by, if nothing else. "I'm comfortable now!" she called when it sounded like the call had ended.
 
"Are you, huh?" Siobhan drawled. "I guess I should inspect that." Looking like the cat about to get the cream, she sauntered into the room, openly oggling the naked Hevana.

She raised an eyebrow at the underwear. "I'm afraid those aren't regulation, better get rid of them." She leapt onto the bed that was characterised by lots of spring, which obviously was quite conducive to the sleeping process, kicking off her boots.

"Talked to Tegs. She's interested in seeing you," she said with a self-satisfied smile, pulling Hevana into a deep kiss.

"Got several hors to kill before gettin' to Fondor. What could we possibly do then? Play chequers? Braid our hair and paint our toenails?" she asked sardonically, kissing Hevana's neck before sucking on her pulse point.

As has become apparent, we shall now be moving into a realm obscured by a fade to black scene. This one intends to be family-friendly after all.
 

Hevana Martin

Hair-triggered Super Soldier
When the fade to black finished, Hevana was asleep too worn out from to much excitement over the past few hours. Her arms were wrapped snuggling around her companion, the muscles in her overly strong arms just tense enough to make it difficult to force her arms open. That is, if Siobhan wanted to get free of the snuggle of course.

As she slept, Hevana stirred as thoughts of the past she had lost filled her dreams. It would likely take her awhile to get over losing everyone and everything she had ever known, and her dreams were dark and terrifying. But she was warm, and as happy as she had been since waking up. For now at least she was able to fight off the dreams with only the smallest of outward signs.
 
((I think @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] can appear about now, or at any rate after Hevana has responded)

In all likelihood Siobhan did not want to get free. As Tegaea would know, Siobhan liked both to snuggle and being wrapped in strong arms. Of course, normally Siobhan wore a force nullifier around her neck, which would prevent her from accessing the Force, thus intensifying the fantasy of having no control.

Incidentally enough their lovemaking and subsequent sleep lasted for so long that by the time Siobhan was roused from the realm of Morpheus and rubbed the sleep from her flesh eye they had left hyperspace and reached Fondor, as the alarm she had set informed with an annoying ring.

She wanted to hit it to get it turned off, but with Hevana wrapping her arms around her that was not possible, so with a telekinetic tug from the Force she got it to shut up. Of course, Siobhan could remove Hevana with the Force, but she didn't want to do that!

She wriggled a bit, planting a kiss on Hevana's lips. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," she said amused. "Had a good sleep? Hope you're not too worn out! We've reached Fondor. New boss is waiting."
 

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