The Worst Dominion Ever (Fringe Dominion of Lipsec)

[Yasha Cadera]

"I'll get with whatever program you teach best, as long as you're the Love Instructor." I mumble, leaning over the table toward the Mook. I'm close enough to taste the way her mind worked, when [member="Kitt Solo"]'s words hit me like a brick. Two Empaths, one of whom is ultra susceptible to any sort of influence and the cousin of Jared Ovmar. We're all doomed. Doomed to a gigantic Morning-After if we don't do something to change the Lipisec way. Who wants a planet who deals in dates, anyway?

Wait, who doesn't want a planet who deals in dates?

"Woa! Yes, yes, what was I supposed to be doing? I got lost in your eyes."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Kitt Solo"]

"I almost regret telling you to shoot me" he said, "because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life."

He didn't really need to think hard about the rest of what he did as good training kicked in and he fired twice hitting two assailants and dropping them in heaps. He watched as Ander, qhen of the first fringers Gavin had ever met got mixed up in the mess and either he had some serious questions about himself to answer or the drugs in the air were way stronger than when he first walked in. Because even Anders wasn't safe from his cheesy lines.

"And where have you been all my life?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"I've been hiding from the sunny glow of your smile. It was so bright, oh how bright was it?" I snap my fingers and jump to the side as another Lipsec shooter veers out to get too close. I grab the guy by the collar and hit him with the nearest vase before slumping down in a chair beside [member="Gavin Ovmar"] and [member="Kitt Solo"].

My hand alights on Kitt, I flash her a grin. "So bright I'm seeing stars, you two. I'm seeing wishing stars."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn stumbled out from the pantry, an entire bottle of empty whiskey in one hand, mind in a fog. Why did everyone look so pretty? Mmm, warm fuzzies. They felt so good. Like little unicorns prancing around inside his stomach. Dance, dance, dance little unicorns. A cloud of butterflies erupted in his mind and he spun on his heel, swirling amidst the invisible love gas. Mikhail pranced over to where the pretty people were. He threw an arm around Gavin's shoulder, heedless of the blaster fire around.

"You're cute," he hiccuped.

His head swung drunkenly toward [member="Kitt Solo"]. "Hh-he-hey, did I ever tell you? Shooting me was kinda hot."

Shorn stumbled forward and smooched her right on the lips.

 

[Marselia Urstalis]

Clearly she was in with the right crowd. This couldn't possibly be any worse than going to a club... and Lia had been through her share of nightclubs. At least there was one person she knew here, and just like on Thakwaa, the redhead plopped right down in the seat next to her now-Master, [member="Anders Sivas"].

Except this time, it was Lia putting an arm about a seat... er... shoulders. And leaning close enough to nip at an ear... but she didn't go that far.

"Is that a mirror in your pocket? 'Cause I can see myself in your pants," she said with a faint purr.

Wait, what? Oh, never mind.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Gavin Ovmar"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

"Gavin, you're a straight shooter, like an arrow of love to my," uggh, inner gag me. Mind cleared for a second before it got all warm and fuzzy again with Ander's touch. Which was promptly interrupted by Shorn's lips. Head spun. It was so hot in here.

Shorn's lips.

Shorn's fething lips!

I FRICKEN MEAN BLUE-EYE'S LIPS!

Even her fight or flight instinct was significantly muted. The shots around them seemed to fade in the background. Or the others had provided a brief respite. Who knew?

Fingers curled around the fabric of the sith lord's shirt and she pushed him away, hand raising to slap across the stupid look on his face. "Get offffffffff me-," clarity abated. Instead of pushing him away she found her fingers pulling him in again.

Just as quickly she broke loose and went to slap him again.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

I woke up in the corner of a... a place. A room. Somewhere, I don't know. I don't remember how I got there either. Something, something about Lipsec. Why was thinking so hard? I blinked groggily and looked around the room. Oooooh, hey. There's Kitt Solo. And Anders and Gavin Ovmar. Man, Gavin has a nice ass. Wait, what? I shook my head vigorously. Wake up, Dak! Wake up!

No, I am awake. I'm just staring at Gavin's ass. Why am I staring at Gavin's tuckus? I switched to Kitt's instead. Not better! Hooooman, Alen would kill me. Grr, this sucks. But.... but.... she does have a nice - no, bad Dak! Bad Dak! Think! Focus!

A guy with a gun stumbled in from a back door near me. He pointed it at Anders. I stuck out my foot and tripped him. Ha! He fell funny. I looked at the blaster pistol in my hand. Oh, hey, I know how to use this! I shot him twice. Ew, brains. Mmmm, brains. Wait, what?

Damnit, Dak.

 

[Aran Finn]

Na'Varro had arrived late, and the pheromones hadn't started to kick in yet. So when he walked in to the room, all he saw was Chaos. Assailants firing on Fringers, Fringers doing all sorts of despicable deeds ... and [member="Mikhail Shorn"] ... kissing. His. Girl. On. The. Mouth. Na'Varro flew into a rage, a rage that rivaled the destructive power of an anti-matter bomb. He was on Shorn before anyone could blink, and threw a huge, earth-shattering punch right on his kisser.

"BOOM!" The bearded man roared, before rounding on [member="Kitt Solo"]. "What in the name of- Oh ... oh no."

His eyes rolled back and then snapped to, his anger replaced by pure sexy emotion. His eyes were confused, but then the confusion broke into something else entirely.

"Oh baby.." Alen grabbed Kitt, pulled her close, and kissed her, not knowing what he was doing or caring in the slightest.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Soft lips pressed against his own as Kitt alternately pulled away and pushed against him. Lacking any impulse control in the first place the drugs in the air did absolutely nothing for Shorn's nonexistent boundaries. He pulled back, smiling stupidly and opened his mouth to say something funny.

KA-POW!

Blood spattered everywhere and Shorn reeled backward, vision suddenly filled with stars. If not for his Garhoonyness all the bones in his face would have been permanently broken, good thing he'd had a fresh snack earlier. His resilient body began to piece itself back together. His mind? Not so much. He stumbled backward, one step, two steps, and tripped. As he fell he turned, blundering right into Andra and Marselia and toppling them, the chairs, and everything else to the ground. He pushed himself up a little, then stopped as he saw what he'd fallen on top of, or rather who. He licked bruised lips that suddenly didn't hurt so much as something else.

"Nice buns, Princesses."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Ooohohohohohohoh" I hear myself laughing as my Paddie-One slinks her arm around my shoulders and propositions a line into my ears and twisting in my brain. "Darlin', I should be teaching you how to fight this poison air right now, but I'll wait another ten so I can hear you say that again. Your voice is a lake I want to swim in for ages, kid." I wink at her and run my hand along the back of Lia's neck.

Hey, for a liberated androgynous empathic force user I know pretty when I see pr--fight the poison! Fight the poison! [member="Dak Canton"] walks in and I see more than hear the inner screaming of his roving eyes. Poor guy. Not that I could get into his head, Epicanthix and - I stagger to my feet. I can do something! I can try to heal him before he explo--ooohhhh dude exploded another dude! "Dak! You rock my universe like protons in a nucleus, dude!"

I mean it, he totes saved my life! Then over we go in the arms of [member="Mikhail Shorn"]. This much emotion in the air, even he looks drool worthy. "Who you calling a princess, Stud-muffin? H-oohh your abs are pinning me to the ground, Gar-goony!"

 

[Lucianus Adair]

Somehow, he had been talked into coming to Lipsec, despite knowing what was required. He avoided these situations if he could, but something about 'not letting [member="Anders Sivas"] and [member="Kitt Solo"] be the only high councilors there' softened his reluctance. If it was for the Fringe, then he could do just about anything.

Even this, supposedly. Coming to the facility, he had 'knocked a few heads together', so to speak. No matter that every assailant he touched had ended up dead or dying through snapped necks, stab wounds, decapitatons...so on and so forth. By the time he got to the door, his shirt was painted somewhat artistically with blood, and because of it, he peeled his shirt off as he pushed through the door and used the back of it - largely unbloodied - to wipe off his face, hands, and dagger, slipping the dagger into its sheath at his side. It was not until after he had balled the shirt up and tossed it aside that the difference in the air finally hit him. His nose wrinkled, but he paid it no other mind. The effect of the blood, having seeped into his nostrils was still mitigating that, for the moment. He followed the sound of voices, his brow furrowing at the nature of the words. He came to them...

...just as [member="Alen Na'Varro"] hit [member="Mikhail Shorn"] in the face, and proceeded to snog his... whatever she was. No matter, the touch of violence held a certain allure that he was, strangely, having difficulty resisting. Such difficulty in fact, that he loped over to Na'Varro, and wrenched one arm about his shoulders from behind, and gave Kitt a particular look when his interruption seemed to interrupt their liplock.

"Oh, do not stop on my account..." he said, leaning in close and gingerly rubbing the tip of his nose up the edge of an ear.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

More bad people poured through the side door. Everyone else was too busy making out to notice. I did the pose that I do for the AEL posters and cocked the slide back on my pistol.

"Showtime."

Pop! Pop! Pop! I capped two of 'em before they could shoot the orgy-goers, then I paused to watch. Uuuuuuuuuuuuhmmmmhmmmaaaaaahoooooh - gah, stop it. Pull yourself together, Dak! I shook my head again and looked around. Suddenly a dude all bloodied up stomped in and tore off his shirt. Woah, why can't I have abs like that?

 

[Kitt Solo]

Tingly beard. Warm lips. The mouth she was used to.

Hot, hot, HAWT.

She was a marathon kisser not just a sprinter but she couldn't seem to get closer to Alen even though there was no more space keeping them apart until...

...

NO, not those kind of dots. That would lead to a fade-to-black scene and a dice roll. It just wouldn't be classy. She looked down a little confused and realized Alen's shirt was in her hands.

A moment of clarity as her eyes met his and she offered Lucianus a slightly concerned look. Concern for her own well-being. Feth, concerned for Alen's mouth. "Oops." His shirt fell to the ground. The moment of clarity lasted a microsecond longer. Leaning forward, she encircled Alen and Luc with both her arms, her head in between theirs and her forearm resting on one of their outer shoulders, each, as she used them like a kickstand to fire her blaster at some mooks behind them, helping good ol' [member="Dak Canton"] out.

The clarity was gone as she sighed against their shirtless bodies as the center of the sandwich. "You two are the best pieces of bread a girl could ask for. Like the apple of my eye but the bread to my heart." Or was it meat?

Gaze also noted the pile of limbs Shorn seemed to be enjoying in the corner.






[member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Marselia Urstalis]

"You can teach me all about my own body and what I can do with it later, gorgeous," Lia said, in between the words that [member="Anders Sivas"] gave her. Gods, why hadn't she noticed her master was this cute before? The hand at the back of her neck wasn't helping to dissuade her from that thought at all. Right now, she didn't think anything could.

In reply? "Then come swim my seas, drown in the bliss of my ocean, darling." She giggled. "But no literal drowning. I need you alive, badly."

So absorbed in this exchange was she, that she did not notice the oncoming [member="Mikhail Shorn"]. Next thing she knew, they were toppled over like weak buildings in a vicious storm. And boy, did that storm look viciously delicious!

"Princess? Nice guess, handsome. Real close," she said, giving at least his face a good once-over. "What are you then?"

An obvious glint of mischief flashed through her face. What was his answer?

 

[Lord Ghoul]

He rolled his eyes blearily and smirked at Andra, "You're looking for love in Alderaan places."

The redhead cooed at him. He didn't know her. He planned on amending that soon. Scripturally. She asked what he was and the smirk broadened significantly. "Cocky." An eyebrow twitched. "Very. Cocky."

They lay awkwardly on the floor, Shorn's hands planted on the floor and supporting his weight as he pushed himself up just enough to look at the both of them. The fingers of his left hand were snarled in the red head's hair. Mmm. Soft. They smelled nice. The floor was decidedly less pleasant than either of the two options in front of him. Options? Why did they need to be options?

"You know," Shorn drawled drunkenly, leaning over to run the tip of his finger along the ivory tendons in the redhead's neck, tracing a trail down her throat and beyond. "Sharing is caring."

Leaning down, he pulled both of them closer, Garhoonish strength helping him to roll them onto him as he collapsed onto the floor and pulled Andra in for a kiss, then Marselia.

[member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Marselia Urstalis"]

 

[Aran Finn]

The kiss didn't last anywhere near long enough. Forever wouldn't have been long enough. Na'Varro knew what was happening to him, but the pheromones were so damn strong. When Adair started nuzzling him, he couldn't even find the strength to object. Then the kiss stopped, Kitt's familiar lips were gone, and so was his shirt. It was a t-shirt, and he hadn't moved his arms ... so she must have torn it off. That realisation gave Na'Varro a few seconds of half clarity. He looked from Kitt, holding his shirt sheepishly, to the voracious [member="Lucianus Adair"] looking at him hungrily, and then back to Kitt. He gulped. Half of his mind was really, really into this. The other half just wanted to cry. His mouth hung open like a trap door.

He blasted a Force Push in pure, reflexive annoyance at a few of the goons as Kitt took a few more out, but then his moment was over. He looked over at Adair and grinned. He wasn't one for pick-up lines ... but he could say what needed saying.

"Can I just say ... that you are one sexy piece of ass, Luc." One hand slapped the other man on the bahootie to make his point.

"You two are the best pieces of bread a girl could ask for. Like the apple of my eye but the bread to my heart." Alen frowned confusedly at that as Kitt draped an arm over his shoulder. She was so close ... and damn, she smelled good. A familiar hand fell to her hip and he looked her in the eyes, drinking her in.

"Doesn't make sense." Na'Varro said. "But okay."

What is going on? The other half of his mind sobbed hysterically and lapsed into madness, looking to escape this horror.

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Always time for a life lesson, Lia. Oh gosh! We're two planets pinned to a rockstar."

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]'s smug face hits mine and first I think - oh gosh, he's biting me again. I'm going to lose my mind! His lips were soft, shoved onto me on the floor.

But dang man, I have an apprentice. "Watch the teeth, Throne'!" I shove my hand on the Garhoon and cackle, "Alderaan places! Better sides of two credits man stole my heart like the rebels stole the Death Star plans. Don't let him bare his teeth, Lia. Lia, Mikhail. Mikhail, Lia."

I slap Shorn across the face, grab his chin. Yeah, the love in the air is hitting me hard. "I like this Lia, Mikhail. Don't mess up."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Lucianus Adair"]

Alen's dichotomy of emotions was a brief key to re-hinge the unhinged mind of Kit. Being an empath and this close to Alen's near mental breakdown was a good thing. In fact, it might save them all. She pushed away from Luc and Alen's bodies, one a little more regretfully so.

Stepping back, she cupped Alen's face sternly in both her hands, palms pressing against his beard and skin. She managed to ignore Luc...just barely. "Na'Varro. Your emotions are my liberator." Nose twitched as she fought against her sudden urge to entangle herself with him once again. "Stay with me." Myrtle-ellipses flitted to the ceiling vents above them. Standing on a table in the middle of a blaster fight, she tugged his shirtless form up to join her.

She looked from him to the vents, staying within his sphere of emotional dichotomy. "Give me a boost? We have to find this love gas and turn it off, you scruffy-looking scoundrel."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Ow!"

The slap brought back a flare of danger.The urges to kill, to rip, to feed, to feel the succulent, tender flesh of their necks tear open to bring forth the ichor of the celestials no longer seemed so pressing. His senses told him the women on top of him were food. Snacks. Very scrumptious, delectable snacks. But he did not want to eat them. Noooo, no. Other desires pressed far more urgently and he gave into them greedily. Shorn had long ago scooped up the seven deadly sins, ground them up, and ingested them whole heartedly. The words "personal boundaries" meant about as much to him as the words "fish are friends," meant to a Firaxian shark.

He closed his eyes and let the thrills cause his heart to beat giddily. Shorn gave into the moment as he always did, not needing the love gas to do so, but enjoying it all the more. For a brief space in time all the memories of the people he'd killed, the lives he ruined, disappeared. He no longer heard Rosa's tormented screams over the loss of a child, a child he killed. He no longer saw the glassy eyes of his dead love staring at him in hate. Memories of butchered younglings did not haunt the auspices of his mortal mind. He shed the vestiges of remorse, sorrow, and hate, leaping into these brief minutes of life wearing only the cap of lust and love.

Breathless with exhilaration, he pulled away from Andra, and stared groggily between the master and apprentice. That was... hot. "I like this," he gasped, "got a bit of a kink to it."

He dove back in, losing himself beneath red and honeyed hair falling across his face. Fingers slipped beneath clothes, running along the skin of taut stomachs and the ridges of backs. A bruised, bloodied mouth met Andra's again, eyes closed in abandon. Teeth tugged on her bottom lip, softly biting, pulling, sucking. He pulled away, kissing across her smooth cheek and ear until he stared into redhead's face. His nose rubbed across her cheekbone, mouth dragging near her ear, breath hot. He didn't even know her name. But here, names didn't matter.

"Learned anything from your master?" Even in the throes of wild indulgence his voice carried a hint of danger and mischief.

[member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Marselia Urstalis"]

 

[Aran Finn]

"Stay with me."

Not in the presence of mind to react, his mind fighting a battle between itself, Na'Varro followed meekly. Left hand reached out to grope Kitt's bum, but the right hand slapped it away. One half of his mind reveled in the hedonism. The other half retracted from the situation with complete and utter revulsion. This was the kind of thing he liked to get up to with Kitt in private. Doing all this out here, he felt ... violated. Alen shuddered as he followed Solo with a hungry grin, his eyes glued to her six. Right hand slapped himself in the face. Left hand grabbed his right wrist. Then a third presence in his mind came ... the shard of Talus Invictus. It begged him to take advantage of the situation ... to ignore the love drug and control the masses under its influence. The fourth, his own control, preached restraint. He needed to get Kitt out of here, let her turn off the gas, and then they could go home happy.

"Give me a boost? We have to find this love gas and turn it off, you scruffy-looking scoundrel."

Alen nodded has the four parts of his mind went to war in his skull, barely feeling part of the physical world at all. He picked Kitt up easily and hoisted her up into the vent. On second thought, he gave her a push with both hands on her bottom, looking to boost her well and truly inside. Left hand groped slightly, right hand slapped it away.

Na'Varro blinked.

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Lucianus Adair"]