He wanted some new places to go running in the morning (not to mention an excuse to just drive Swifty around) so, he went a little ways out of town to a pullout off a scenic route. The sun was just beginning to peek out over the horizon, rays of yellow and orange streaking the low sky. He stretched next to his repulsorlift sad that he mould have to move for a while under his own power. The pullout was situated on top of a hill and since he liked to end his workouts with a bang, he decided to run down. The wet grass sprayed dew up the back of his legs with every step he took, making sure he was wide awake. He dove down the slope into a barrel roll just for the fun of it, smiling like a kid. Seeing a large tree, he just HAD to climb it, scrambling up the rough bark to the highest limb that didn't have leaves blocking his view. He looked at the sunrise and thought about nothing, happy to alive. He smiled at the natural beauty around him until, off in the distance, he noticed something out of place. It looked to be a bike speeder of some variety. He got a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something was either going to go bad or very good.

You know you don't have to bother going over there.

It could be a lot of fun though, quit being a sissy.

Glad he had his trusty dagger and bad-aim proof doombringer pistol with him he set off to investigate.

He dove into the tall grass before she saw him.

Saphira Striker. I told you you should have just minded your business, you know she's gonna pick a fight.

Why are you always running from something, it's not like she thinks we wont shoot her.

Yeah, thats true.

He often conversed with himself, sometimes for hours. He decided to just go ahead and walk up to the Twi'lek, maybe follow her wherever she walked to if she didn't notice him.

He sauntered lazily around a bush and toward the female. "You know, I almost decided to just turn around when I realized it was your bike sitting out here." he told her.

"Why didn't you?" Saphira replied.

"Don't laugh. I was thinking we might be able to be around each other without any sorts of violence breaking out." He grinned at her as his left hand got ready to pull the DoomBringer if needed.

"And you do love to test things." he said flatly. He looked her over and smiled.

Such an excellent example of feminine beauty.

You got that right.

"All I gotta do is spec study, seeing as I don't have a real job around here yet. You seem like you've been here before though, care to show me around. Or are we about to have a good old-fashion outer rim shootout.

"You must've had a rough life, you're always in a fighting mood. Who does a guy have to kill to get you to play nice? You know I will." He pressed closer to her.

You need to give up this thought that she's some sort of sweet lady you can hug and kiss on the cheek. She's nothing but a killer, at least as demented as you and ten times as angry.

You don't know that. She might be a real sweetheart deep down way under all that venom.

It's official. You are a RETARD.

He looked the female deep in her silver eyes and said without any smile or hint of jest "Kiss me now or I'll punch you in the face."

He backed away slightly as he loosened his grip on her. Of course he knew part of her wanted to react with violence, but she did take the kiss option over a punch in the face. Almost like a normal person. Perhaps it wasn't so far fetched that she might know how to chill.

Yeah right. Maybe you'll win the Imperial lottery too.

"See? Wasn't that better than a fight?" he asked as he released her arms, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. "I know you don't want to get deeply involved with anybody right now, to tell you the truth, neither do I. But I don't really have any friends around here and it seems to me that you wouldn't want to fight me so much if you didn't like me a little. You would just kill me if I was that awful. So how about this: we hop on the back of this here bike speeder and you give me a ride over that hill past the tree over yonder." He pointed where he meant. "We'll park the bike by my new swift, I named her Swifty by the way." He said it with a smile but the Twi'lek looked nothing like entertained so he continued."Anyway we'll drive around and listen to some music, conversate a bit. We can stop and get some lunch after a while or, if you're really nice, I'll introduce you to Love. Have her fix us something nice to eat. What do you say?"

Oh my god, is she ok?

Told you so. I got mack moves.

He quickly hopped on the back of the bike, sure she would change her mind. No sooner than his butt touched the seat did she cranked the accelerator, almost flipping Gimp right off the back. He squeezed the Twi'lek's body tight to avoid a painful tumble. He could feel her smiling at his discomfort as she turned her head back to him.

"I have to see how it handles two passengers." She yelled gleefully.

Son of a bit...

She yanked the throttle all the way open before he could finish the thought, sending the bike like a missile at the tree he had pointed at. He didn't say anything because he didn't want her to make fun of him, but squeezed her body tighter, sure it was the last thing he would ever feel. Saphira had excellent control of the bike and didn't need a lekku to be able to tell he was scared. Pushing her skills to the edge, she did a donut turn all the way around the tree, the front of the bike not six inches from the tree. As they came around to face the hill where Gimp had parked, she straightened the vessel and they shot up the steep grade. One second later, they launched right over his new car, landed on the street and skid to a halt. Two large food transports barreled down at them as Gimp's eyes almost jumped out of his head. Before he knew what had happened they were screeching to another halt next to his Swift, the transports speeding down the road. He quickly jumped off the bike onto jelly legs and leaned against Swifty.

"You ok tough guy?" She asked with a broad smile.

He glared at her and tried to catch his breath. "Shut up and get in." He said tersely, happy again, to be alive.

He sat in the driver's seat so he could breathe.

This ridiculous woman is gonna be the death of you. Just leave her alone.

Her turned on Swifty and she roared to life. Saph took her seat next to him and he looked over at her. "This is more my speed." He said, his nerves finally relaxing.

"What? Damn slow?" She quipped. He ignored her remark and turned up the music, catching her off guard. She looked at him as if to as why the hell the music needed to be up that high but before she could, he started pressing the overload buttons to make the Swift hop and dance. They took off toward the city with the wind drowning out most of the music.

He looked at her and smiled, surprised she hadn't turned down the music sooner. They zipped along toward town for a while before he looked over at her again. She sat with her arms crossed, glaring at nothing as she looked into the distance. She reminded him of an obstinate little girl trying to pout to get her own way and the thought made him laugh.

She looked at him sharply and asked "What's so funny?"

"You." He replied, a look of rage overtaking her. "It's just so obvious that you don't know how to act." He made a left down the last road before they reached the city. "Don't get me wrong, I know you're trying your best to be cordial, and I really do appreciate that you're trying with me, but it's still funny." He finished with another good natured laugh.

"Shut up and take me back!" The Twi'lek yelled, fuming.

"Oh stop it Young Lady..." he said as he gently grabbed her hand. They were going through a winding, hilly road now and he continued "... tell me about yourself Saphira. What brought you to the Vast Empire?"

She should have pulled her hand back from him. Many reasons why she could have but didn't. Instead she  curled her hand over his and dug her nails into the top of his hand. A hint of a smile on her face.Take that.. Saphira thought. 


Gimp grimced as her nails dug into his flesh. He could tell there was giong to be blood. She wasn't going to let up. Fine.... He thought.  Gimp wasn't going to let up and thus snapped his head to look at her.

"Keep doing that and I will have to keep you longer..." He purred. The female just glared at him with a snarl on her lips.


I think a shot where it counts is in order bucko.. try it and really see how pissed off I can get..


She thought to herself. Vivid images of doing just that floodded her mind. Making her anger cool a little less. Though she didn't let up on the grip.

"I was raised by the VE.." She started to say. Gimp blinked back a few times. Well if I don't tell him now.. someone else will.. and Id rather not have to set facts striaght later.. So she continued.

"I haven't seen my family sense they took me.. I was raised on Coruscant.. My family was and still is  a part of the merchant class. My father deals with about everything. Including supplying the VE with vast parts for the diffrent ships and crafts we have...."


This went on  for a while. Saphira giving him a breif explanation of how she caught the eyes of the VE  in that raid. A child her age, was rare indeed to take out the soldiers that she did. A born fighter and killer. Yet it was probably hard to believe that one from her family class was even involved in such things.

The kind of backround that he had lead was no real suprise.  Many  people had similar backrounds. Very few had a good life that was all coated with cream. Many had lives that brought out the bad side. The side that made them survivors no matter what the price. Just somehow many ended up either dead.. or in some cases served the VE to have something to hold on to sanity.

"We've been riding around longer than I thought, I'm famished. You wanna hit a restaurant for lunch or go to my place?"


Gimp broke into her thoughts. The Twi'lik turned and looked at him as she pulled her hand back and rubbed it against her pants. As if to whipe some kind of disease off it. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and concentrated ont he rumble of the engine. It was in decent order but there was a small sound.

"One of the pistons in the engine isn't firing as well as it should.. You better get it looked at before it stops.."  Licking her lower lip she figured that there was a little more wrong with it. More that it needs a tune up and whomever he gotten this from shafted him in a small way.. Only then did she recongise his question. Considering that she wasn't feeling a bit social to deal with  anyone else but the pest besides her she snaked open her eyes and in a bland voice answered him.

"Your place.."

I think I am going to be Sick..

Saph thought to heself as the droid was introduced to her. The fact he had her call him daddy made her even more wanting to hurl a  few more bolts of pain into the man.

"I don't really care.. whatever you want I guess.." She replied, setting her jaw to a detained position as she corssed over the room and took a seat on the sofa.  Gimp smiled and  licked his lips.

"Anything I want?" He grinned.

"Not that!" She retorted quickly. Laying her arms across her chest in a hug as  the male chuckled. Not yet anyway.. He said to himself as he turned to his droid.

"Make us up some soup and pull the bread out Love." He ordered.

"Or course Daddy.. can I assist you with anything else?"

"No.. I think i can handel the rest.."


The droied walked off into the kitchen. Gimp knew she would make the stuff from scratch and they had time to kill.  Saphira took a deep breath as he moved over to the couch. Sitting close to her. Perhaps a little too close as she  snapped her  right  arm out. CLosed fist to pop him in the arm.

" I don't think so.." She growled.

Gimp  blinked, taking the hit as if it were nothing but an annoying  fly. HIs hands shooting out to grab at her before he pulled her to him.

"You don't think what Saph?" He whispered, feeling his blood start to run as she staired at him. Suprisingly she didn't move. Just looked at him with a deft challenge in her eyes that spoke enough that she was amused he was doing this. The other half.. the killer half wanting to beat the shit out of him was tamed for the moment.

Narrowing her eyes, Saphira shifted uncomfertably to gaze on the  poster. Darth vader, standing in one of his more famus shots stood poised. Right fist rising up as if to grasp the universe.Too bad he's dead..

"Sorry to burst your bubble.. but I am not a stripper.." She hissed back. Silver eyes meeting his as she started to rise from the couch. Gimp moved, striking out with a free hand and grabbing her by the right wrist. His grip was firm but hard as iron. Saph stiffened. The tip or her head tail twitched and then he yanked her back down.

Falling partly on him she scrambled to push herself off and try to take her hand back. Realising now that this was a very bad idea for comming here as the sound of cooking was heard in the kitchen. Gimp shifted his weight. Moving to lean himself on her. How he ached for her touch. Damn it.. I don't need a relationship.. neither does she. He argured with himself.

Then let her go..

Never...


Gimp, took his left hand and grabbed the side of her face. Saphira snarled and looked back, Her heart rate picking up. Swallowing a mouthfull of air her skin tingled  where he touched her.


"Then I guess I will have to strip in your place...."


Breaking into her thoughts she opened her eyes wide as he let her go. Her own hand reaching up to touch where he had let go. Gimp made quick work of his shirt. Tearing the clothing off as if it were on fire. Saphira only stared. Her face a mix of emotions. Part of her wanting to beat the hell out of him and the other telling her other things. She then blinked, sitting up as he tossed the shirt asside. Time seemed to slow down as his hungry eyes  looked her over. Then the words slipped from her lips..

"Wow.."


Oh god, whats wrong with you? SHe thought, opening her eyes as she looked away. Heart racing franticly as she tried to stand.


Gimp, seeing her reaction gave him the answer he was looking for. He moved comming back down to her as he reached for her hands. Taking her warmth as he pulled her to him. Laying her hands on his shoulders. His face  leaning into her face as he used his right hand to cup  her chin. Forcing her to look at him.

"You can't hide it forever Saph.." He whispered darkly to her. Gimp knew the need they both felt. Wether e they liked it or not, both of them were somehow linked to be.

"No.. Your.. your wrong..." SHe managed, jerking her head away. Gimp only smiled as he drew his hand back to her chin. Tracing it down her neck to her coller bone. He could see her fighting it. It was inticing him more.

"Look at me in the eye and say it then..you wanted to come here.. I offered a voucher out..."


Damn it. He was right. Saph closed her eyes for a moment as his hand gently touched her. A warmth shooting threw her blood like lighteniing. Yet she didn't like it. It was too soon. Still, she did as he asked and as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze she realised her hands where still on his shoulders. Comfertable.  Saph gasped and tried to pull back but didn't.


Her gaze meeting his she opened her mouth to say the words that burned into her soul. Yet she couldn't. Pulling her lower lip into her mouth she bit it gently. Gimp smiled and started to lower his had to hers for a kiss. One that he hoped would break the ice and give a prelude to other carnel desires.  She could feel his sweet breath against her face. The Twi'lik waited ,not moving as her hands wound around him.....


"Here's your soup Daddy.. Oh..my..."  His droid broke in, carryign a tray with the first set of their meal.
Saph pulled back, runnign her hands shakely over her legs as she turned away from him.

Damn it.. I guess I'm going to have to keep the droid away for later....


"Never mind Love. Thank you.. bring us the rest when it's done and then go recharge. I won't be needing you for a while." He replied quickly as the droid placed their trays down. Gimp was so close. So close to winning. Ah well.. we have all evening.. and dessert is always the best  part of the evening..