Alexis and Sierra

[VincentFerrex]

Sierra strapped herself into the cockpit of her Sabre, and and slammed on the throttle as the ship left the docking bay.

"Now where the hell is Alexis? Out having some fun, I assume. Well, that's her. I can't imagine what fun she'd be having without me, though."

She grinned to herself as she shot past the beautiful blue nebulae permeating the Sigma-13 system. Activating her navmap, she set a course for the nearby Junker base, and sat back in her cockpit and let her ship's autopilot do all the work.

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A roughly clad but beautiful woman paced the hallway leading to the hangar inside the Friedstadt station. Ending her apparent chain of thought, she walked towards her ship.

A white red-striped Viper Mk II awaited her access codes in the hangar bay. Looking as sleek and sexy and as deadly as her, she smiled from the corner of her mouth, and let out a chuckle. Pacing around the ship, her fingers dancing along the hull as she walked around, her hips playfully swaying from side to side, in a movement that would suggest things other than merely walking.

Grinning and putting a finger on her lip, she gazed on at her newly acquired ship. Was a wonderful trade-in from her old Mark 1 Viper, and it was ever more so sexy.

Climbing into the seat of the Viper, her hands and fingers ran across the controls and the information displays in a somewhat seductive manner, as she grinned and licked her lips.

Beautiful, just beautiful. Time to take this baby for a spin against something...

Obtaining undocking clearance from the flight controller, she launched her ship into the golden clouds surrounding the station, as molten rocks slowly bounced off her shields all around her.

Setting the controls to her liking, she activated the lane to the Stuttgart gate and flew into the ring.

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Waking up in the dark rented room on the Junker base, Sierra, eyes closed, stretched out her arm to the other part of the bed, obviously assuming someone was there. Opening her eyes after noticing that all was empty, she sat down and pouted before checking her aide for any messages.

Getting dressed, and feeling like crap, she walked down to the bar, and got herself a drink, and had a short and boring conversation with the barkeeper on the Wilde - stuff she already knew, having had many encounters with them in the past. Her thirst satiated, she felt like a trip back to Naha for some real comfort was needed.

The hangar was full of rag-tag CSVs, littering the place like a carelessly flung deck of cards on the floor. Slowly walking towards her Sabre, a ship that was docking caught her eye. A Viper Mk II landed several hangar slots beside hers. Having only seen that type of ship in her crosshairs, exploding, and not as close as now, naturally she was a bit curious. She stopped and leaned backwards on her Sabre's side-wings, and looked towards the other fighter.

The cockpit of the Viper opened, and a feminine figure dressed in a white flight suit came out and jumped down to the hangar floor. The figure removed its helmet, to reveal strikingly beautiful black hair, and somewhat fair skin. She unzipped her flight suit gracefully and pulled it down, showing her full figure, in tight old-fashioned Colorado jeans, and a purple jacket.

Sierra grinned to herself. Ever on the lookout for any, 'fun' opportunities, she walked towards the woman and the Viper...

"Hey there. Nice ship." Sierra smiled enticingly...

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