Just a day in the life...

[Neronian]

//P.S. Feel Free to comment on it, but keep in mind its not exactly finished yet. ~Nero

A Day in The Life.

The man in the pilots jacket lets out a heavy sigh as he gulps down another shot of whiskey. Thats another one that got away Karl." he said, "I swear, the next bounty I find better hope he's in a bloody battleship or else he's going to wish he was born a few years later.." The bartender lets out a small chuckle as he serves up another shot to his good pal. "Relax Zechs, you just need something to take your mind off things. There take a look at that sweetie. Looks Bretonian to me..." The bartender just rambles on, not even semi-aware that Zechs is busy playing his favorite past-time. Lets just say he would not sleep alone..

The next few days would go pretty casually for Zechs. Hunts. Money. Women... Lots of Women.. But the real fun began on a routine hunt. "This is Mandalorian Zechs Czan, to all Rheinland ships in the area. I am in pursuit of the Corsair gunboat El Hijo Del Diablo, all vessels avoid the Berlin to Frankfurt gate lane." With a little nudge of the stick and a push of a button, it was go time... After a few strafes and easy hits, radio contact from the 'Sair stopped. Then it got real interesting. the gunboat's generator was disabled, yet there was still activity on the ship. There was even a jamming field around the cargo hull. Well, this is just too good to pass up..
"This is Zechs again.. I'm picking up some strange readings from this ship.. and I guess i'm going in." God this better be worth it. Strapped into his jet suit and with a pistol at his side, along with his ship in tow of course... I'm Off! And for a few moments, just floating through space, it was actually pretty serene... And then there was a thunk of metal against a helmet, and with a new focus on things, Breach. The inside of the gunboat was already depressurized by a foot wide hole in the hull. A short trek to the cockpit graced Zechs with the 'Beautiful' image of a roughed up pirate with a rod of metal right through him. A quick photo to verify the bounty, and any normal Merc would be off... But no...

Back in the cargo hull was, as suspected, an EMP style "scanner jammer", common on most pirate ships. The only problem with the scene was this annoying high pitched whine. Wait... Why is there smoke coming from the hold... That means there's air... and air means.. PEOPLE! With quick speed and a brute charge through the door, he quickly scoured the hold for any life. And there was the treasure.. a beautiful brunette Latina, definitely unconscious, and bruised up as well. Zechs quickly thrusted her onto his shoulders and headed out. Bloody hell... Now I'm sharing a Viper with another passenger... This should be an annoying ride back...

Back at base, lay the beautiful prisoner of that Corsair. God... is she a cutie.. Damn, got to make sure Karl doesn't see her yet.... I'll never hear the end of it. The doctor snuck in quietly through the door, finally... "Well, she had a good amount of time without oxygen, but she should be all right." ...And then he started inching towards the door... "The only thing I would recommend doing.." Closer... "Is giving her a bath 'cause of all that filth and bacteria in the hull." And he's gone... "Ok Doc.... WAIT! Me?!" The sly basta**'s response came over the shuffling of a 53 year old man down the hallway, "Good Luck With That!" Bloody hell... Okay, lets just be careful what I touch then...
After the most stressful hour of his life, everything was cool. She was in the bubbling tub, and the hard part was over... the drying her part is going to be awkward... But i'll cross that bridge when I get to it... But nothing's ever easy for Zechs... Or else this story wouldn't be so interesting. And it all started up again by the loud scream that could only come from a woman who was nude in a bath tub being bathed by some complete stranger. "Jesus! You weren't supposed to wake up 'till tommorow!" Another scream... "I didn't mean it like that! Just calm down, I'm trying to -"
Oww...

"Well other than a mark of your face as red as our sun, you'll be fine Zechs.." Naturally, the mocking laughter... "Hey! This is your fault to begin with Doc! Never mind... Is she calmed down now?" "Oh yeah, she's fine.." God i'm going to kill this man... Maybe. A short walk down the hall and to the left, and here comes the stress.. Zechs opened the door with his back to the wall to avoid the ceramic plate that was going to be thrown at him, Check. Jumping into the room with Aikido position, Check. "Listen! If I didn't.. Bathe.. you, you could've gotten really sick, and at your condition maybe killed." Plus Doc is a sick son of a bit** "You should be Thanking me!" HAHA! Caught your slap in the act biat** "Fine, lets just talk this out then, first off, whats your name?" ...Silence... "Fine, I'll just leave you here to-" "Maria, Maria Isabella Suez" God that accent is so hot... "There we go, was that so hard? My name's Zechs, and I just have to say... Your body is amazing..." Damn my mouth.... And another mark comes out.

A few days would go by, and Zechs cooled things down with Maria... But at the same time heated them up... Thats Zechs for ya. So Karl and Doc were taking a break over a few cold ones while Zechs was off... heating things up. "Jeez Karl, last week she was about to kill the man, and now she's all over him..." "Heh, thats just how Zechs works mate, Relax, here, have another drink." "Thanks, Its just she's... such a catch.." And under a mutter and a drink came the subtle words "Lucky Bastard."
"So there I was, and the bloody molly runs his way straight into a wall!" God her laugh is so cute, and her smile just screams sexy.. "So Zechs... Ummm.. Would you mind helping me move this... thing for me...?" ...Strange... "The heater.... Sure.." Heavy piece of... wait.. whats her foot doing - Oh boy... "I'm so sorry! Let me get off and go fix th- Um. Can you Let go...?" Then came the sexiest moment Zechs would ever come by. With the softest voice yelling out innocence, she whispered in his ear, "Please, Take me now..." Let me say... He moved faster than any dogfight he'd been in.. And that night didn't end anytime soon....

---To Be Continued---

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