TTO Episode 3.5

3.5         

“We have your order, Darth Natria.” The Stinger Commander was known to me as Commander Niko Tarnia although I addressed him as Commander Squad One. She was a beauty when I saw her without her flight helmet. She was shorter than me but she had the double dimple. She had the Grecian hairdo which was a shaved half on her head.  I felt her vibes on me but I shook it off. If I let it develop, it will develop a rift between us. Or more like a death sentence to her. The Grand Order was not one to let another feel my lust. I heard her calls to the other three pilots.

“Red One, I want you to fly low with the sun on the rear. Take Red Two as your wingman.” Commander Tarnia gave the order. “Red Three and Four, take to portside and circle us.”

Commander Tarnia then took her own flight path to come in low at the Traders’ Post. She was needed there at the battle but she will complete the annihilation of the enemy’s base. She flew in low and marked the standing huts. She lined them in her target finder. All it took then was the missiles.

She took them all down in one sweep.

She was one capable lady.

“Red Leader, I am hit.” That was Red Three. Red Leader swerved out to assist on Red Three. The leader pressed the throttle to push the Stinger ahead. The sensors triggered a warning of a missile targeted on her craft. She hit the button to slow her craft and then did a dive. At the height of five hundred feet, it was a dangerous call. The craft went down in a sixty degree angle and the last possible moment, she hit the button to bring up the Stinger. She had the Stinger turned to have its portside before she pulled it up. The craft almost skimmed the ground on it turn but it was soaring then. The missile that was on its tail hit the ground.

Commander Tarnia was then focused on tracking the trail from the missile. She got the sensors to work on the vapour trail and it was locked in. She then pressed the trigger to launch her own missiles. Two missiles streak out and she was on her own vengeance track to find the others. She caught trace of the trooper position and locked them in. She does not want to hit any of them.

On the ground, I saw the Stinger flew past our position. I need not see the markings but felt her presence. She felt the presence of the Commander Tarnia in the craft. I felt silly then for I was in the middle of a battle and yet I felt the vibrations of the commander.

It was only a one off event which she was not even aware on my identity then. I had her blinded on half her face covered. It left her lips exposed. .

“Uh…” My head was lowered to between her legs. She had taken up the invitation to come to the party. It was one organized by the Stinger pilots but I got myself invited in. I have a face masking on to avoid them identifying me. It was impossible to identify me for I was always hooded. No one could see my face at all. I was part of the invited entertainers aka pleasure escorts. I was dressed in the leathers; the tight dark suit zippered from neck to toes. I was having my scars hidden and it seen, the suit tells more.

Commander Tarnia caught my preference and slide over. She was already intoxicated then and her dressing was slutty in nature. Soon I have her in the personal chamber. It was a small area but it held a view to the void of space with the glass viewer next to the soft bedding. The chamber was not lighted but the exterior lights on the Scimitar hull had lent its ambience there. We started smooching and then went all rough with me. She grabbed my right arm and tried to twist it. I played to her tune and soon she had my suit zipper drawn down to the waist. She stopped when she saw the scars below my breasts. I did not explain nor did she need any. She bent down to soothe it with her lips. Every kiss and nibble there was met with my eagerness for more. I pushed myself up towards her but she had moved to my right shoulder. Her tongue trailed the cleft on my shoulder to the side of my neck before moving towards the earlobe. I grabbed her face and force it to my lips. It was forceful move on her but she enjoyed the returning kisses. I too enjoyed the earlier action but I was not one to only receive. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her over. She was below me when I straddled her waist. I laid more kisses on her and trailed it across her chest. The scant clothing that was there was removed and her real flesh for me to devour.

It was then she showed me the blind mask.

“I like it to be as if I was with strangers.” It was all I needed then. Soon I had her crying out soon in pleasure. There was a difference when a person could feel pain that translate to pleasure. She was open to the contorting moves which brought in the sudden releases. It was soon when I left her on the bed spread wide and breathing in deep before I made for my exit.

“Do you want me to do you?” Commander Tarnia had asked. “I am good.”

“No, I am fine. It’s your pleasure I seek.” I replied before leaving. I knew that one day Commander Tarnia will repay me. She did give me the needed relief at the Traders’ Post.

“Darth Natria, we are cleared of the enemies.” The trooper reported to me. “We have a prisoner. He was the commander of the attacking party. We thought you might want to question him.”

I had the prisoner brought to me.

“Hancho Kendo, your House is dead. You have no masters to serve for.” I mocked the prisoner who had refused to speak. I had his mind probed but it was a tiring task for the man was strong. He had me blocked but in the end I was the victor. One cannot withstand the mind probe when your other senses are screaming for relief from pain.

“The loss of your arm does not warrant the servitude to a dead House.” I had drawn back the sickle which had removed his left arm. “If you do not let me read your mind, I will do the same for your right arm.”

For a warrior like Hancho Kendo, the loss of his natural arms will be a disgrace. Even with the construct replacements he will not be the warrior he once was. Hancho Kendo glared at me and shook his head.

“Yurei!” The wounded warrior held onto his pride. For one, I was not a yurei and detested being named one.

“I am getting tired of this game, Hancho Kendo.” I reached out with my mind again but the information I extracted was minimal. “I will find another to replace you.”

With that I removed his head with the sickle on my right hand. I uttered a word of prayer for his soul. It was a deserving ritual for he was a warrior like myself.