This is a robbery... What do you mean you were going to rob me?!

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles was back to his part time job of pirating and they had found what looked like a true gem when the looked at it. Smirking he nodded having his ship come about and start for it firing a volley ahead of it as a warning as he opened coms with it. "This is Pirate Lord Miles come to and disable weapons. Prepare to be boarded and we might let you go alive." He smirked and leaned back in his command chair his armor that of his pirating time more light armor allowing for speed and flexibility. He stood leaving the bridge a ear piece fitted to his ear so he could hear what the other ships reply was walking to his room he reached for various weapons on top of his lightsabers he put on a pair of vibroswords for the nostalgic feel. Turning he started for the starboard boarding hatch meeting up with various members of his crew most with blaster pistols or rifles set to stun.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

....This was a joke, right? Zandra sat at her control console, laughing her tiny shebs off. A... pirate Lord? Tryin' to rob her?

"Well, Pirate Lord, meet the bloody Pirate Queen," she murmured to herself, readying her missiles... but then, Lady luck seemed to speak to her. Something told her that she'd have more fun, much more fun, meeting this 'pirate Lord' face to face. She lit up her cigara and took a long drag. Lady Luck was never wrong.

"Sure," she responded over her comm, "Come on over. Make yourself at home. I'll get a few beers out for ya."

She wasn't even joking. She cackled to herself lowered her shields, opened her docking bay. She set out the damn welcome mat. Then she went to grab a case of beer and set it out in the common room table.

"Boys?" she said to her few crew mates, flicking ash off her cigarette, "We're gunna have ourselves a party. Go get the balloons."

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[Aedan Miles]

Aedan chuckled hearing the females voice and glancing at his men shrugging as they made their wait to the hangar instead getting into a shuttle Aedan took off flying over to land in her hangar. Walking off of it he looked around his dark violet hair hanging with some of it pulled back in a ponytail he grinned calling out. "Nice little ship you got here."

He started across to a man who seemed rather uneasy he lead them through the ship to a room where a group of people were gathered around a woman sensing that she was in charge he shrugged and stopped a bit away his own crew settling around him. "So as I was saying play nice and we will leave you be with most of your stuff. Any questions lads and ladies?"

Aedan let a small cocky grin cross his face before walking over to where the beer rested reaching down with the force he flipped one up into his hand opening it and taking a drink from it as he waited for their reply. He was half hoping they would say no he had been desiring an old style sword duel that's why he had brought two swords after all.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra didn't even glance up as their guests arrived. She was too busy laughing with her boys. Young pirates. Stupid. But funny. She took a long sip of her beer, killed it in one go, then crushed the can against her own head before tossing it over her shoulder. Maybe it would hit the 'pirate lord'. HA!

"Yeah, yeah, scary, scary," she laughed, flicking ash off her cigarette. Her tight torn white pants did very little to hide the sway of her hips, as if she were dancing to inaudible music. She looked over her shoulder, lipstick stained cigarette sticking out from between her lips.

"One question though- where's the pirate Lord? I was promised a Pirate Lord and all I got in return was a dude in drag."

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[Aedan Miles]

Aedan smirks at her response offering her a mocking bow before shooting her a wink giving her figure a once over before he turns looking at his crew confused. "Aye tell me boys where is our Pirate Lord? Oh wait that would be me wouldn't it? Oh well yeah I guess it is me sorry if I am disappointing I get that a lot although this is the first time a woman has been disappointed that is mildly upsetting." He shrugs and downs his beer tossing the can aside as he looks at the woman his eyes narrowing as he smirks. "Moving on though we are here to do a job not chat and enjoy the view. Although I will admit it is a nice view." He shrugs almost absently as he moves to lean against the wall crossing his arms over his chest.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Oh this music. It was glorious. If only they could hear it. She swayed her hips, smiled. Lady luck was singing to her. And it was her favorite song. This was a battle hymn. But they did not hear it, because they did not know the good Lady like she did.

"I know what you're here for," she said, winking to her boys. They stood up instantly, moving the table, the couch, the chairs, everything out of the way, "Nice sword."

She looked him up and down appreciatively, gaze lingering just a little too long at the front of his trousers. She grinned, snuffing out her cigarette on her own open palm without flinching. If that surprised him, he'd be even more surprised when she took the glove off to reveal cold metal fingers.

"Nice of you to bring two though. But I got my own."

She held her metal palm out, hips still swinging as her favorite blade was passed to her.

"You came here for a party right? Let's dance, pretty boy."

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[Aedan Miles]

He grins and gestures his men back as he pulls off the glove of his right hand revealing his metal hand as well drawing his swords he spins them holding one in front of his left eye in a salute as he licks his lips. "This will be fun I was hoping for a dance." Finishing the salute by swiping the blade downward he started to edge forward his men moving back to their half some of them nudging each other and muttering numbers various bets going back and forth some of them betting against him. He had noticed the way she looked at him but right now he needed to focus on the fight everything else was secondary edging to the left to circle her he darted forward with a quick lunge aimed at her torso his left hand blade kept low and back ready to block when needed.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

It was all in the hips. All in the beat. The slice through the air. The zing of metal. The hand was a surprise, although not much of one. Many great sword fighters lost a hand. He lunged at her. She heard it coming. Felt it coming. Oh! She loved this dance. It was so...
Intimate.

She swayed her hips out of the way, just ever so slightly. She liked to feel the steel as much as she could, keep it close. It helped to remind her that she was still alive. Her sword came down, sliding across the steel. It did nothing, but, oh! The sound it made! If she could just record that sound and listen to it over and over again-

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[Aedan Miles]

Aedan's grin grew seeing her reaction feeling and hearing her blade slide against his he spun it up ward both swords going over her head as his other sword came trapping her blade between his as he pressed his body against hers looking into her eyes he winked as he drew away the flat of one blade going to draw against her cheek carefully. This dance was different he could feel it in the way she moved in the way he felt this wasn't a fight to the death this was each person showing off. Grinning he cleared his mind of everything not drawing on the force but on the music inside of him not the chaotic blood thirsty music but the slower less temperamental one allowing his body to fall into a dance that was fully him.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Mmm... He's done this before.

The Echani smiled approvingly, meeting his eyes. The tension, the heat. This was no ordinary sword fight. This... This was what she lived for. A meeting of the souls. Was he Echani? The way he danced suggested he was, although, he looked too human. Very interesting. She let him get close, let him drag his blade across her cheek, never drawing blood. Smooth as silk.

As he drew away, the Echani brought her blade up again, made to attack from the right, but spun around to attack him from the left, winking over her shoulder. A flashy move, but not fatal. They were not going to fatal. Not anymore. This was deaths dance, and death was always patient.

She stepped closer, back still facing him, to press herself gently against him as their blades crashed and slid.

...Did she forget to turn the air on? It was getting warm.

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[Aedan Miles]

Aedan grinned as he fell deeper into the dance starting to match his movements to hers his arms moving around her as his swords almost trapped hers between them. His body starts to move in tandem with hers finally connecting and hearing the slightest hint of the music she heard he grins this was more than he had expected. This dance was deeper than any he had done before it was more of a connection then a true fight he loved these moments and he was finding more out about her than he could from talking to her.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. It was almost as if they had rehearsed this. It was no longer a fight, but instead an complicated, deadly choreography. Blades clashed, flesh touched. And she could not stop smiling. Never had she experienced something so... deep, so intimate. Like her very soul was drawn to his like a magnet. Not exactly love at first sight, but it was close.

"Why don't we break up this party?" she asked as their blades clashed yet again, motioning with her eyes to the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle, "I want you all. to. my. self."

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[Aedan Miles]

He nods and disengages from her for a moment sheathing his swords he starts to pull his jacket off it was getting in his way or at least he felt like it was. Nodding towards his men than the door he signaled that he was good they could go but not to far. Nodding his second in command gestured and they left the room drawing his swords Aedan looked at the woman before him licking his lips as he bowed. "That sounds like a lovely idea." He spun his blades before moving forward to begin the dance anew the faintest hint of the music still within him filling him with the desire for the dance.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Maybe this was what it was like to find a soul mate. Someone who could follow your steps exactly. Someone to feel the music of life as she did. Oh, thank the goddess that he had tried to rob her ship. She'd needed this. She needed this so badly.
She lowered her blade, nodding for her own people to follow. How awkward. Two enemy crews leaving together so their captains could flirt. What a story this would be.

She raised her blade again, catching his, sighing in ecstasy as metal met metal. She stared across the X they made midair, winking before pushing his blade backwards and going in to swing to the right.


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[Aedan Miles]

He grins and gives ground as she pushes on his blade back pedaling he catches her swing spinning it around his as he moves around her pressing his body against her back. Looking down at her he grins and taps her thigh with his other sword before breaking away holding up his two swords grinning.

Moving forward Aedan sent a predictable but sturdy swing at her side curving it up lightly so it would swipe across the front of her body not cutting her but close. This move was followed by his left hand sword moving up and across his body in an attempt to block the counter he felt would come.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

He spun, he caught her, he pulled close, then pulled away. Oh, he was good at this. Zandra felt her face actually grow a little warm. They were alone. And he intrigued her, this mysterious 'pirate Lord'. As his sword cut across the front of her body, it sliced through the loose white tanktop she wore under her jacket.

Is he trying to get me undressed already?

He was ready for her next attack. Good. She didn't want to cut him. Or maybe she did. Her next strike was an overhead slash, cutting downwards. Metal sang again as her blocked. She moved in, blades locked above their heads. Her free hand went to grab his other hand, drag it upwards to trace the tip of his blade up her body.

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[Aedan Miles]

He grinned feeling her sword hit his holding it over his head feeling her hand grab his and start dragging it up he understood carefully drawing the tip of his sword over her skin just enough pressure for her to feel. He looked into her eyes as his sword reached her upper chest and he slowly drew it back down and then down her leg before slapping the flat of his blade against her rear spinning away.

Grinning he held up the blade in his right hand winking at her lightly as he slipped into a defensive stance offering her the advantage on offense. His feet even with his shoulders one slightly forward his left hand sword held in front of him vertically in line with his body as his right hand side arched over his body from above pointing down.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

Oh! He was cheeky! She liked it! No. Loved it. Yes. That was it. She reached to the holster at her thigh, pulling out a hunting knife. If he would have two blades, then so would she.

"You know... I like it rough."

She went at him again, striking from the right with her sword, while going in with her knife to touch his neck. She wanted to run that blade all the way down his chest. Lower even.

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[Aedan Miles]

He blocks her sword and than feels her knife against his neck not even flinching as he felt the edge of her knife against his throat. As he held her sword off he grinned his other sword moving to match her knife's placement looking directly at her as he grins. He starts to match the movements of her knife with his sword stopping at her upper chest as he thought about what she had said. Grinning his sword move the glade touching her lower back and forcing her body towards his.

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[Zandra Tal'verda]

The dance was not over. The music was simply reaching it's glorious crescendo. This climax would be one for the story books. She just knew it. The sharp blade against her back, forcing her close. Her hand steady on the knife blade pressed against his throat. And yet, he was silent. But she knew that look in his eyes.
And she knew the look she was giving him. The want. No. Need. Lust, she realized, was the word.

Her ruby painted lips mouthed only two words as she closed the distance, pulling her knife away:
Do it.

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