Maissa Haukea:
Maissa followed Ling-li, but as soon as they turned a corner [EDIT : AND NOBODY COULD SEE THEM], she grabbed the arm of the Pai Huai preceding her - a thin arm, but muscular and solid. When the slender woman turned and faced Maissa close, Maissa realized she was 5cm taller [yes, on Sarius they use the metric system]. The pilot was distracted by the spicy perfume of her captain, so Maissa first stared right at the hair to keep focused.
She spoke in a low voice : "Pardon my gesture, Cap... if I may... I beg you to listen... I've thought a little... Consider that Marines gang; they committed crimes together, maybe for years. They're knit so tightly that it's a kernel hard to break. If you meet them all at once, they're going to look up to their sergeant to tell'hem what to do."
Maissa replaced her hands. She now had one hand on Baylee's left arm and the other holding the Butcheress' forearm.
"Now, this sergeant... so focused on his group's survival that he'd sacrifice all techies instead of trying to rescue everybody. 'Not a good addition to our crew, and if the four Marines joined us, he'll set up a coup and we'll become the prisoners of our prisoners."
Maissa now stared intensely in Baylees dark eyes.
"The Karin is a cold-blooded, trigger-happy, killer. Why head-shoot a technician when you could just tell him to get away from the controls? A fast shooter like this 'd bring 1000s problems to... your crew. Then, the other Marines - two unknowns. If we separate them from their leaders, they may join us and not slit our throats in our sleep."
The brunette underlined her words by caressing the throat of her co-escapee.
"If I may suggest... let's bring the Marines one by one before the crew - starting with Karin, then the subordinates, and ending with the Sergent. We screen the candidates, question them, make them our offer, and everyone can veto them, especially Gilina. Wasn't it that way in the charter anyway?"
Maissa got her face closer and spoke in hushed tones
"We've got to keep them separated, unable to communicate, unable to know what we did with the others. This bad girl witness'd the efficiency of the method in so many police stations... Tell me, is there a better way to weave our group together than having us be the judges and jury and take decisions as a team?"
She softly kissed the lips of Bai Ling-Li.
"Mmm... of course there are other ways to come together... I could sleep with every member of the crew, even with Karnell-the-Pervert... Or push zhao cai mao in his arms. What do you thing?", she joked, blinking.
Baylee's mind was moving in a direction: a decidely violent direction. She had been, more or less, looking for an excuse to go beat someone bloody. Karin seemed a likely target. She needed soemthing, anything to cool off. She felt it like a coil in her belly sitting right behind her navel. A tension, a tightness she had experienced nearly all her life. All her life except that few, brief moments during and after the only two things she had ever found. She hated that tightness. It made her sick, crazy, anxious. She had never been able to explain that feeling to anyone, ever. She'd been labeled crazy, blood-thirsty, and worse, but none of it ever stopped her need to aleviate it and only two things ever had: sex and violence.
Oh, she tried to direct it, manage it, vent it in healthy, or at least less destructive, directions. But, sometimes, it just slipped out beyond her ability to control. Now was one of those times. Directed, expected, yearning at the utter length of the leash she kept it on, the tension suddenly jerked in a new direction as Maissa first made contact, then pressed the tableau further.
She was saying something, too, but her mind couldn't fixate on it. Her senses were locked onto the contact. Her eyes found her lip, the curve of her neck, the swell of the breast. She felt heat, breath, a soft (the softest) touch. Baylee's hands moved, her head bounced off Maissa's as they collided into the walls of the hall, and she blacked out.
Breathing heavily, Baylee let her weight push down like a stamp into the form beneath her. She wasn't crushing her, just the most mild of post-coital curiosity if her form and Maissa's would just merge magically, perfectly. Slick friction greeted the laguid attempt and she failed to resist and slid off and next to her lover. Unconsciously, she gathered the other woman to her so she could feel the swell of her breathing against her and her breath over her. For now, for a few blissful moments, she was calm.
She stared that calm up into the ceiling and willed it to last as she willed it to last every time. Seconds that counted as lifetimes passed as the spring slowly started to wind again. The slight turning down of the corner of her mouth, the slightest narrowing of her eyes, the subtle tension suffusing hr limbs. It was still small now but it slowly returned. Maybe? Maybe a little slower this time? She closed her eyes and willed it to be true. The spring doubted.
"Okay, you were saying something important before you hit my buttons. Literally and metaphorically. I hope you aren't offended that I do not recall more than a word or two and that it made strong sense." A strong, wiry arm pulled the form beside her closer but still stared at the ceiling focused inward. Her presence, her attention was redirecting itself like a freighter at sea toward Maissa though. She finally rolled onto her side to prop her head up on her hand and stare into the otehr woman's eyes with naked curiosity,
"Could you repeat it for me, Issa?" The pet name contained just the slightest traces of hesitancy and, also, Baylee's typical honesty.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:07, Wed 16 Feb 2022.