Luna and Decker Pt. 2

Here’s part 2. Scroll down on the day-post screen for part 1.

Luna and Decker Pt.

“You done painting your helmet, Kicker?” He had developed a certain intensity when he fought, he had a tendency to excitedly kick in the foot cupboards when he adjusted the yaw. Luna had adjusted to it but she was the one who gave him his name.

“Take a look.” He had a wide grin on his face and blue teeth on his helmet coming from the mouthpiece. He had painted blue blitz stripes under the eye sockets and blue boots on the sides of the helmet.

“Mine’s still the best.” Kickon said, his had razor points that came from the top to the cheek and flames from the bottom up to the cheek, all in blue. Kickback’s helmet was welded back together, leaving a scar that was the same as the one on his eye, and he had victory slashes on the air filter by his left chin, to Decker he had the coolest helmet. Kickout simply had blue fangs and blue tears rolling down his cheeks. They were all blue paint because they were part of the 501st legion, the legendary legion under command or Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. Luna and Decker formed quiet a relationship and mostly everyone they knew had figured they were in a serious relationship, and the clones that broke the sexual attraction lock were placing bets when the hanger would moan in the night. But it never happened.

Over time word had reached Anakin himself, and while at first it was preposterous but then he did recognize it. That small connection Anakin secretly had would come in handy later, after all the two pairs weren’t supposed to be. The war came to another stalemate, it seemed that it was moments away from ending and whoever strikes first will win, then the CIS attacked Coruscant and snatched the chancellor. The Kicks, as they’re known as, were sent to the surface to repel the remaining droids. After the battle they geared to attack Grevious’s lair but when they learned that they weren’t going the morale dropped. Luna and Decker were sitting alone together, cuddling up and watching the city light up as the sun set. Decker leaned over and kissed her frame slowly; depressed they weren’t going to bring the mad dog general down.

“It’s okay, baby, this war will end either way. We’ve done a lot for our cause.” She pulled him close and leaned him back into her arms. “We should just relax, baby, just relax. We should be taking a load off; we’re all alone in a quiet place, no one to bother us.” It seemed she was meaning sex, she was talking in a sexual tone, but she didn’t mean sex and neither did he. Instead they laid there together, he was moved to her neck’s roof, and they watched the world unfold.

“Hey babe, I’ve got to go do something real quick.” He slid down and gave her a goodbye kiss and walked off. He marched around until he found who he was looking for. “General, may I have a word, sir?”

“Of course, but one moment.” Anakin was talking with Chancellor Palpatine.

“No, no, Anakin my boy, mine can wait. Please, do tend to this matter, I will wait right here.” Anakin gave him a simple nod and turned to Decker.

“Sorry for interrupting you, sir.”

“It is alright. What do you wish to talk about, Kicker?”

“I’d like to talk about.., personal.., matters.” Anakin thought he knew what he wanted.

“Oh please don’t let me pressure you, good soldier, do go on like I’m not here.”

“Well sir, you know how Luna and I are,”

“Yes.”

“And the war’s end is looming..,”

“It is, go on.”

“I wanted to know if there was any way I could retire, her, after the wars over, of course. I just wan-“

“Certainly, there should be no harm in it. What is so special about Luna? Luna is the Gunship I saw earlier, right?”

“Yes chancellor, you are not mistaken. Luna is very… special. Luna is Gunship RHE dash S number four-four-nine-zero-eight-seven-three-five-two-two-zero-one.”

“The living one, ah… and you are obviously no clone so you must have feelings for her?” Chancellor Palpatine inquired, Decker shuddered.

“Y-Y-Yes, chancellor. We have… feelings… for each other.” He looked down to his feet, it must be so offsetting.

“Pick your head up, Kicker; we’ll settle it, okay?” He picked his head up, doubt in his eyes.

“Do not be ashamed, for there is no reason to be. I have matters to attend to with Master Skywalker now, but rest assured, you will see her retired from service.” They left him there, he went back to Luna. That went better than I thought.

He got back to her with a broad smile on his face. He wanted the war over now so he could surprise her with it. She hugged him again and kissed hello, she took him into her cabin and laid him across the bed they’ve made and they went to sleep. She had a wet dream with him and he dreamed of, well, running around Tatooine on a speeder made of Jawas while shooting food at anyone he saw. He always loved those dreams. Later on things were crazy, and the 501st was called upon to assault the Jedi Temple, Luna and Decker were horrified, appalled, distraught, and under specific orders. They were told by Anakin personally their orders.

“You do this for the Empire, and you will be freed. Fail and you are exterminated. Resist and you will suffer!” This scared them shitless, they tried talking to the other Kicks, and they just sat there silent. They were ordered to pick up a holocron and deliver it to the Senate, as Luna landed a group of clones raced out with the holocron. Two were climbing on when two Jedi came out of nowhere, one slicing through a squad of clones and the other sprinting for the boarding clones. Kickout silently blasted the Jedi with the laser pod he operated, right in front of Luna’s eyes. Kickback pulled her up off the platform; the other Jedi lunged toward them, towards the pilots, towards Luna. Decker felt how scared she was and instinctively to protect her he whipped the right bow gun over and blasted the Jedi. All before he knew what he did. Luna and hun were in shock the whole way back to the Senate. When they landed Luna broke out into tears and cries, Decker rubbed her dash to comfort her, the Jedi’s face was in his mind.

“He must’ve only been fourteen… how… how…” Then Kickback turned around and took his helmet off.

“Decker, Luna, I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry you had to do this.” He sounded very sincere, the other two climbed out of their pods and went to the cabin, removing their helmets. The two clones in the bay exited, and immediately one dropped to his hands and knees quivering and crying, questioning the world and what’s happening in it.

“Ey-yuh, I’m not proud of what’s going on back there, but, it’s for a good cause.”

“What have we done!? What!? Why!? I-I-I-I don’t know!? I don’t know!” She enveloped Decker in her arms, she needed him there, and he needed her. Decker’s chair was lowered into the cabin along with Kickback’s, the clones hugged the tangle of Luna and Decker, as Decker looked at them he saw remorse and regret in their brown eyes. No one slept that long, hellish night.

Luna and Decker were sitting together, the Empire had been formed and the Galaxy was at peace. The clone troopers were sent to a facility to examine them for defects, but Decker and Luna knew they were being executed, all except the 501st legion and many other small teams of clone troopers. The clones also got new armor, and knowing that their friends Luna and Kicker would be leaving, gave their helmets to Luna and Kicker. Decker had saved enough credits to get Luna space flight. Technically she wasn’t retired yet and it’s been months since the Empire’s birth, Decker was growing restless and felt betrayed; he went to resolve the pact. He first searched for Anakin, or Darth Vader as he was called by then, and turned up empty handed. Instead of finding Skywalker, Skywalker summoned Decker.

“Gunner Kicker reporting, General.” Vader was wearing his life support suit, berating in that unforgettable way.

“It’s Lord now, Kicker.” Decker apologized. “I sense your anger, Kicker, your feelings of betrayal.., love.., fear.., anger.., you are here for our deal carried out.” Kicker agreed. “We have not forgotten our deal. As of right now, Luna is officially retired from service, your service term has also been ended,” a new ‘StormTrooper’ and medical droid came up to him and the droid stuck him with a needle and withdrew DNA from him, “she and you will be transported to her.., home planet.., of many climates known as Earth. There is a predominant species of humans there.” He waved off Decker.

“Thank you, Lord Vader.”

“One last thing,” Decker was leaving, he turned around and snapped to attention again, “the Emperor himself said the order of the Empire will come to Earth.” He dismissed Decker. Decker returned to Luna, a little mistrusting of the Empire but more over glad. Luna and him were loaded onto a new sleek Star Destroyer and soon were on their way to Earth, a trip of over two days at light speed. Luna didn’t know she was free, she didn’t know that Decker was out of service, either, but she’d find out soon enough.

“Wow! Baby look at it!” She called looking through the hanger shield down at their new home. “It’s just like Naboo!”

“Yup, just like Naboo.” He took her down to the surface alone, landing on a peninsula above the equator. They landed on stable grass in a clearing, a look around and a step outside told them it would be hot and marshy.

“Wait! Decker they’re leaving us!” The Star Destroyer turned and jumped to light speed. Now was Decker’s time to tell her.

“We aren’t a part of them anymore.” She froze. “You’re retired, I’m retired, and this is our new home. It’s called Earth.” She looked around, taking in all her surroundings. A large smile formed on her face.

“I love you so much Decker!” She pulled him to her kissing him and hugging him. Then a burden was lifted, she didn’t worry anymore, and her body was ready.

“I love you, too, Luna. I can go find some food or people if you’d like.” She looked into his eyes seductively.

“No,” she pulled his waist belt on his armor to her side, “stick around with me for the long night. Just relax, take a load off, we’re alone with no one to bother us. Maybe even protect each other from bad monsters out there?” She had unbuckled his utility belt. She was undoing his armor locks when he got the idea.

“Oh, Luna, I can do that.” Her main blast shields closed then the smaller ones in the main closed too, he went in through the side cabin door and removed even more armor. She was wondering why they’d never done this before, they just never seemed to have any alone time for it. Most time was combat or rest or repair, what alone time they had was so wonderful to her that she never moved past it, she just savored and loved the time they spent together. It was the greatest she ever felt and doubted that sex could top it. As he stripped her hands felt his body, this time around reaching into his pressure suit feeling his muscles, shaven body, smooth skin, some sweat, his skin felt so sexy. Her nether lips began to water, and her mind ran completely wild with thoughts of sex. She caressed his growing cock once the crotch armor was removed, and unzipped the pressure suit to remove him from it. Soon he was kicking off the skin tight suit and stood proud and hard in her bay.

“Damn, babe! How did he fit in there!?” She was holding his gigantic cock with two hands. In actuality he didn’t fit in the armor, it was uncomfortable when he was soft. “Babe how am I so luck to have this!?”

“Well it’s actually not supposed to be that big..,” he waited for her to ask why but she was visualizing how disproportionate this cock must look on him, “it was because my muscles were shredded by a disease and the doctors pumped me with muscle growth steroids to heal them to their old state, but.., he was healthy at the time so he grew with all the others.” She really didn’t get a word he said, her hands were checking their measurements by themselves, unbelieving that he was twenty-five centimeters long by eight centimeters tall by twelve centimeters wide. She hoped she could hold him, cause she was going to get all that into her one way or another. He had grown over his years through puberty and adolescence how to keep his shlong soft, because getting hard left him light headed, just like then, and he never felt a lust that powerful; he was getting dizzy.

“Shit… well enough of this! I’m wanting you inside me so fucking bad right now!” Suddenly above him he heard something like a door opening then hot fluids fall in his head. “We are going to fuck so hard!”

“Oh Luna I am going to make you scream my name!”

“I’ll be screaming all night baby!” She had scooped him up and placed him on the overhead rack with his cock bent up on his belly, he was slid in and instantly his cock graced her parting with a stroke, prompting him to grind her until his meat was lubed up by her leaking. She didn’t leak much, almost none at all, Decker realized she was a moist girl, not a wet one, and told her to brace herself. “Do it, Decker, do it!”

“Almost-almost, damn! Got it!” He moved around trying to puncture her folds but couldn’t get it, when he did her whole frame shook violently, crying for him to go deeper yet cursing his size.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Deeper! Deeper Decker! Fuck! Fuck! Damn it! Damn that cock! SSSHHHIIITTT!!!” Her very loud moans, cries, screams and whimpers grew with her shaking the deeper he shoved. He focused more on getting in than feeling, but her compact virgin pussy made itself known to him, and he loved it. He eventually reached a roof, it was the top floor, but he had a little bit more left.

“Babe I’m not in yet! Whaddyou want!?”

“Take it! Fucking take it! Oh Decker! OH DECKER! FFFFUUCK!” He pushed it up, his cock shaking as it tried pushing her roof up, he eventually did it, and her screams sounded painful but her swift hands feeling his body, caressing his balls, massaging his shoulders, and the words she screamed told otherwise, of intense pleasure of a lifetime. He sat there, taking it in, her quivering vagina muscles, rocking airframe, hot juices that very slowly leaked out, her trembling hands giving him relaxing massages just by resting on him, all her feelings of plush and firm jello-like love.

“Take it in! Take it in! OH FUCK! DECKER! Fuck! Fuck! Take what’s yours! Take me! Feel it all baby!” Through her quivering she got and even bigger rush of dopamine, his gargantuan size just paraded inside her and filled up her entire hold, expanded it even, and she felt it wasn’t enough, she needed his all and more. She also saw how he either would finish with a hand job or blow job, or… she’ll take a pregnancy. She decided she’d take the pregnancy for him, she’s wanted babies, so has he, and the sex was worth it, he was worth it, and as always the baby’ll be worth it. He started to remove himself, his gripping head almost pulling her vagina lining out with it, his full shaft imprinting every detail into her mold as it passed, his head was locked about eight centimeters in when he stopped.

“Babe, this is-“

“You’re cumming inside! Fuck, Decker! Hhhhhuuuuuu-yyyeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! I’ll take it babe! I’ll take it! Don’t worry!” Then she remembered she has to absorb it for it to work. “I won’t accept it into me! Go on babe! I’m not screaming yet!”

“Challenge accepted…” He forced his way up deep, and out shallow, then lubed up where he could power pound her fast. She tried her hardest not to scream his name, but he won the challenge and she screamed ‘Decker’ and ‘fuck’ like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy felt like heaven to him, and his cock felt like she was riding a torpedo, neither wanted to end but her G-spot was stimulated more than his was, and her gentle contracting suddenly snap-locked him in as her screaming moan overshadowed her near boiling orgasm erupting from around his cock. She poured and poured for about three minutes, moaning and praising the whole way. After she seemed to calm down and her pussy went back to the way it was Decker asked her a good question.

“You good babe? Can you take more?”

“Oh fuck ,Decker! I’ll make myself take it for you!” With that he went back to his power thrusts, noticing her screams a little higher in pleasured tones. He power fucked her some more, drawing closer and closer to his climax. She egged him on, screaming his name and begging him to do it, to cum into her. He felt a tendril of hers move to his dick base and rub it right.

“Oohhhohohoho yeah babe that’s the spot!”

“Mmm! Mhm! Aahh Decker!” He slowed, he quivered, and suddenly he came into her, she milked as much as she could out of him, extending his seed spill to fourteen seconds, and creating the best orgasm he ever had. He sat there quivering as his seed was moved all around the tight space inside her hold. She begged him for more, pleading with him to give her more, to go as long as they can; after all her lust was subtly building over the years. He agreed and he followed up on that promise. They banged each other again and again and again and again, hours passed, until they finally came at the same time. As they sat there rocking each other’s world with an orgasm, Luna was able to focus her sight outside; it was outstanding. Decker was sprawled out on the overhead rack and she had her arms all over his sweating body, he was done, no more for a while. Their parts were aching badly and neither could go again.

“Damn do I fucking love you, Luna.”

“Oh fuck, I love you just as much, Decker. Ah this is perfect, come on up here and let’s sleep away.” She brought him up to the cockpit covered in her love slush that took forever to gather up to a coating of him, and then laid him in his reclined chair.

“A beautiful view, huh sweetie?”

“Yes, perfect to fall asleep with you.” They watched the sun rise, nether parts begging never to do that much again, bodies wishing they were in better shape, and Decker’s brain finally able to breath with good blood flow again, that’s how they fell asleep, and they wanted to sleep like that every time from then on. The next night when they awoke they decided to build a little home and find access to civilization. Soon they found out it was the year nineteen-sixty-two, and that Luna was pregnant a year later.

Fin Luna and Decker

Pretty much an overview of what Dak asked, only they left out the sex and all the lovey dovey stuff for him. What they really told Dak was the battles, some stories, close calls and that stuff. This was all just like a time lapse back to their love relationship.

Luna And Decker Pt. 1

This is the Republic Gunship LAAT/i “Larty” known as Luna. Her backstory is being one of the first Gunships built, and took part in the battle of Geonosis. She is (unofficially) the Gunship that the legendary Jedi Master Yoda was using to ferry himself around. After Geonosis she was transferred to the 501st Legion due to an extreme amount of Gunship Losses in the 501st. She had the same crew throughout her past to this point in the timeline. Sorry this is a little late but I hope it’ll make itself up. Oh and the ‘Gunship is based off of’ (I shit you not it says so exactly like this) ‘ “many” modern helicopters, most presumably the Mi-24 Soviet-Era Battle Hind.’

It is a Battle Hind without the tail, squished a little thinner, blockier wings, and the intakes moved apart and made rocket housings. This, so to say, is my battle hind story. Only less battle hind.

Enjoy.

Luna

 

Luna and Decker

“So how was the Clone Wars?” Dak asked in his quizzical tone. “And why are we from here?”

“Well Dak, that’s a long story. I’ll tell you three about our origins and the Clone Wars. Sit back, it’ll be a long story.” Dak and Bliz lowered to their loading stance and listened, Zev huddled with Bliz. “Let’s start from the beginning… a long time ago…”

 

Master Gi-Ri-Sho set an orbit around the new life-bearing planet. The scanners read many intelligent civilizations on the planet below. It was much like Naboo, where it was mostly water with continents on the surface, only it was more diverse in climate. The indigenous people referred to it as Earth, and they were far from the technologies the over watchers possessed.

“The council wants us not to interfere or make direct contact, young one; they want us to observe their culture and planet.” The wise master Jedi said in a smooth voice, he was humans the dominant species on Earth and his padawan, Kippilian, was of the Twi’lek race and was a devoted and loyal learner but sought new and exciting things.

“Master why can’t we drop to the surface, to observe them on a more defined standpoint?” He jumped from the central quarters to the flight deck of the long elegant silver ship. He was short and large eyed, with yellow ferocity of a warrior making itself known with every glance.

“These people are primitive; they grasp the concept of civility but do not agree on it. They are constantly warring, and if they find us they will most certainly wipe their world of life with our technology.” He went back to studying. His gray eyes watching over every detail while his conscience hands carefully noted observations. His untamed padawan looked widely over it all, but one blip crossed his path and caught his attention.

“Master, I think I found something,” Master Gi-Ri-Sho looked up where Kippilian was pointing on the display, “it says it’s life, but, it isn’t registered as active or anything. Only registered as alive.”

“This is strange. Perhaps a new species?”

“No master, this new scanner picks up all life and records it into the system, but this isn’t recording. Most interesting.” The master thought, the padawan was right. He got up from his seat and moved to the pilot chair and deactivated autopilot. “Master what are we doing?”

“Kippilian, we’re going to the surface to examine this.” Kippilian was amazed, excited, and nervous, but strapped in and observed his master pilot the ship gracefully to the surface and touch down not too far from the life source. “Come along, Kippilian, let’s investigate.”

“Yes, master.” They opened the ship access door and departed, cautiously moving closer to the life marker. They saw no movement, no activity, and only silver-gray metal ores. “Master do you believe it is a mistake?” Master Gi-Ri-Sho looked about and felt the force around him, it told him they were at the spot, and that this metal ore is alive.

“There is no mistake, Kippilian. Feel the force guide you, it flows through all living things, and this strange metal is life-able. It only needs some… guidance.”

“I suggest we take samples back, master.”

“I agree,” he withdrew his lightsaber and cut out a chunk of ore, “Let’s go back to the ship before we are found.” The two headed swiftly back to their ship and re-entered orbit. Master Gi-Ri-Sho was studying the ore but couldn’t find anything. He frustratingly tried again and again with the same dull results. They finished the day cycle of study and left for their home Galaxy. They presented their new ore to the council, who in turn delivered it to the Coruscant science community. It would be decades of time before the mysterious metal was cracked after thousands of cloned and replicated sources. But by this time the Galaxy was in a civil war, the senate was divided, the galaxy claimed, and the sides formed. The Separatists amassed a huge army of mechanical and programmed warriors, known as droids, with no sentiment at all. The Republic formed a clone army to combat the droids, and as the war escalated the board enacted a new card above the droids: self-thinking mechanical warriors. The scientists put plans for the sentiment machines in full ability to live life, to carry the survival instinct in all forms like the clones.

Decker looked at the Republic Assault Cruiser in awe. Its size was massive, stunning, and looming, but he knew the droids had stuff just as big. He looked around and saw the same faces everywhere, they were all clones and none looked like him, he was no clone. He felt like a real menace looking around at all the shiny white armor sets worn by his brothers in arms, and at his own, the feeling he was a part of this made him mighty. His unit was called to order and marched aboard. He was briefed and dismissed to his post, Gunship pilot, and looked at his new job with adoring eyes. All he could think was how hard could he push her? He looked over her and recognized many battle scars and the Geonosis assault tag painted on the side along with maybe twenty others, this old thing has seen some shit. His pilot appeared from the front, he was a clone with one eye put out and a series of scars around the eye.

“She’ll be up in a little while.” His voice was the same as every other trooper he met, but his reference to the LAAT Gunship was unique.

“What do you mean ‘she’ll be up’ sir?”

“She’ll explain. You’re not the norm, are you?”

“No. I’m a volunteer. Passed the exams with flying colors, too, sir.”

“I saw that. So did she.” He kept referring to the Gunship as she, not as anything else but as a person. It was getting on Decker’s nerves. “She was very impressed with you, Farley, most clones can’t score that high. That’s the exact reason she chose you as her replacement crewman.”

“No more of this, who is this ‘she’ you keep talking about!?” He couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Luna,” he pointed to the Gunship, Decker was about to report that this clone was mental but he noticed in large cursive letters ‘Luna’ painted above the victory marks. “Only wait five minutes for her to wake up and all will be alright. I know I sound crazy, but wait, and you will learn.” He waited and talked to the veteran clone. He learned that the scar and eye was from the second assault of Geonosis where a missile went off right ahead of the canopy and shattered the canopy and his helmet. By the end there was a loud yawn from the Gunship.

“I get it now…” Decker watched as a mouth opened on the green nose of the ship in between the two nose canons. He saw two large green eyes open on either side of the hourglass red canopy at the slimmest portion of the canopy. She instantly focused on them and smiled, baring her sharp menacing teeth; then she spoke in a gorgeous voice.

“Hello, Kickback! Is this the new guy?” She studied Decker with her smile still there, she scared him shitless.

“Yeah this is him, Luna; he’s got some questions for you.” She acknowledged this somehow with a nod.

“Well, hot stuff, shoot.” Decker stood frozen. Her gaze was gentle and detail finding with a warming feeling.

“So you’re not a droid?” He asked shakily, stepping back from her.

“I’m no droid!” She exclaimed as a metal tendril snaked its way around his hips. “And don’t stand so far away, I don’t bite.” She pulled him closer, not to her hull but his arms’ reach.

“So what are you?” He gulped.

“Calm down, hot stuff, you won’t offend me I’ve heard it all. I’m wholly alive; I can eat, sleep, drink, love, birth, and sort of excrete. It’s not like your excretion; it’s more like sweating at a certain spot where it moves you.” He was shivering in her arm, his face was pale but he looked like he was beginning to come around. He didn’t look too bad either in her mind, then again she was always surrounded by hot guys that had no concept of sexual attraction in their DNA so she was a little desperate for something. She opened her cockpit and put him in his rear seat and closed it. “There is this better? We’ll need to get pretty buddy-buddy before your trial by fire.”

“That’s not too far away.” Kickback the pilot said. He knew they didn’t need to be as close as he and Luna were but he knew that it would only help in their trust. He didn’t know it but Luna had sexed him up and Kickstar, the old copilot, hundreds of times in a desperate effort but none proved successful.

“It’s nice and cozy; I thought it’d be rough.” He said, Luna’s mind was thinking how cozy he’d be inside her hot vagina. She wanted to sway him but he was stricken tonight, she’ll try tomorrow night. “So uh, how will this affect flying?”

She explained how it all worked. Kickback gave his point of view to him, assuring him it’s virtually the same feeling. She could feel his powerful tuned muscles under his armor shifting and flexing around, he was driving her crazy horny, and she felt some hot fluid run down beneath her port. She wanted him bad, and could covertly get him there when Kickback left for chow but the hot stuff would lock up when she stripped him. She noticed before that some clones were evolving, where sexual attractions arise out of their DNA, but they aren’t attracted to her body but to her mind; they like her but not her. Even still, she noticed she can get them on before they chicken out. Sadly the last time she saw them was right before droidekas ambushed them, slaughtering everyone on the ground. She took exceptional pleasure in disintegrating the droids that murdered her brothers in arms. Anyway she used those same techniques to secure Decker into accepting her for both her and her body. It soon drew close to launch, the RAC suddenly bursts to life as it rumbles out of the ship dock and points to the stars before flying into space. Decker and Kickback went to bed not soon after, readying for the assault in a few days. The morning after Luna was hornier than ever before and kicked her flirting up a large deal with Decker. She was able calm herself to nab him later on for a more enthusiastic fuck, possibly on a beautiful planet, where she’d get hammered for hours finally.

“So how did you guys get named ‘The Kickers’?” There were the other gunship crews from the other posts talking in a group.

“Well it’s what we do,” Kickback said. “I lean back in my seat.”

“And he’s pretty easy going.” The port ball gunner said. “I kick the ground troops out when they take too long.”

“That’s why he’s Kickout.” Kickon snarled. “I actually help them.”

“Yeah well why don’t you tell him how you got your name, then?”

“I fix things-“

“With your boot.”

“Yes I do, Kickout! How many times have I saved your turret?” That shut Kickout up. It was just about every tour his turret jammed or locked up.

“Can it you two.” Luna said smacking their heads together.

“Larty what’s our name for our little shiny here?” Kickout friendly punched Decker in the gleaming white chest plate.

“Well he’s got to get dirty, first.” She licked her lips thinking about later.

“Well we don’t have long, then. Tomorrow’s a big day, Decker.” Kickback patted Decker’s back and left.

“You got your space down shiny?” Kickon grumbled. Decker looked at Luna and her green eyes and grinned halfhearted.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got it.” He didn’t notice it but he leaned closer to her, which excited her greatly. She knew it was working, working very well. Kickout and Kickon left them alone for some chow. She reached out and drew him close, he’d learned to let it happen and from there wanted her to grab him and hold him against her. His hand and head could feel her warm body but his armor insulated him, but he knew it’d not be long before the armor would be off for cleaning and all that’d be left would be his pressure suit. She closed her eyes as he leaned into her and thought deep; she could go longer without some sex, this was heavenly. He went to the briefing, returned excited, and sat with Luna. She proposed something to him that’s bringing their relation closer.

“Decker, would you mind sleeping in the cab tonight?” She instantly thought of some bullshit reason when he agreed. “Oh. Okay then.” She unlocked the cabin doors as he went for his’ carry-ons’ and waited for him. She thought how far they’ve come in only two or three days! She wanted to brag her tail off but to whom? Once he got back she opened the cabin door for him to enter and climb into his seat. He had his helmet, DC-17 blaster pistol, life support, and his talisman he kept around; it was a little starship toy from his childhood. He sat in his chair and had just gotten cozy when she dropped his backrest down in a reclined position and pushed him down.

“The seat adjusts? They never mentioned it.”

“Yes it does. Go ahead and relax, Decker, there’s a big day for you ahead.” He closed his eyes and soon fell into the best sleep he’s ever had. Luna couldn’t get over this intense feeling, all tingly and warm inside with him lying inside her asleep, she loved it, and maybe loved him. She slowly fell asleep and dreamed of the battle droids she’ll fry tomorrow.

The following day was a D-Day. An assault on an outer-rim forestry planet Teth involving launching in the upper atmosphere from the assault ships. There wasn’t nearly as much resistance as anticipated but the sheer volume of dug in positions called for the Gunships to provide close air defense, where Decker shined. Victory after victory, Luna pushed back the date of sex with Decker, and Decker soon earned himself a name, too.

Fin PT. 1

Hmmm… ah the hell with it I’ll put part two up tonight as well.