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**Doc Holliday** · 11-26-2013, 02:45 AM,

Doc slowly escorted his guest and patient, Jaden Armand, from "Sins After Hours" on Shasta Orbital Skyhook. Both were a bit wobbly on their feet after a long dinner, discussion and a bit too much Grog for either of them. They went from hand in hand to being arm in arm as they walked in part to each leaning on the other for some balance.
As they walked, he told of Baffin's history and of the station itself. He mentioned the founder, Malaclypse, and how it was a very sad day at his passing. For the time, the discussion of medicine didn't come up.

They rounded a corner heading and after walking a ways they would make a left hand turn. The pool could be smelled from just outside the door.
"Here you are, Senorita," he said as he entered a code and opened the door, letting her in first. He closed the door behind them and secured it with his own code.
The pool wasn't huge but it was comfortable.
[Image: indoor_pool.jpg]

Not far was a work out room, changing area and as Doc pointed out just out of view, a small lap pool and a hot tub. A self serve bar was nearby as well.
"I encourage fitness," he told her, "and sometimes, just soaking and relaxing is so worthwhile.

His favorite part was a large window that looked out over the distant gas giant of Planet Eris. "The pool was my idea," commented Doc, "the window was Mal's demand. I wasn't about to say no to my boss!"

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Mr.Fabulous · (This post was last modified: 11-26-2013, 12:09 PM by Mr.Fabulous.)

Jaden wasn't sure if the Black Grog in her system had gotten more cunning in its sensory deceit...

... or if she had really just stepped into a whole new dimension of heaven. Shasta's swimming area not only looked like it was built to OSC Three-Star Quality, it pretty much had everything they'd ever need for occasion: changing areas, a Jacuzzi-and-Spa area, a self-service cocktail bar, it even had a friggin' work-out room just nearby!

But most importantly, being the crowning masterpiece of the entire set, the crystal-clear waters of the swimming pool looked absolutely magnificent. So magnificent in fact, that the woman was itching to get out of her garments and just swim right then and there.

Unfortunately, without even having taken her flight suit off, Jaden could feel the air was a little too air-conditioned for her skin, and it was also slightly dry. But what's worse was that, even from a distance, she could tell the swimming pool's waters were being cooled down by the surrounding air. A normal person would've brushed it off as being nearly lukewarm, but to her she might as well be trying to dip into a cold lake in the middle of Autumn if she came into the water too soon. "Senor Holliday, the place... It's muy bueno and all, but..."

She looked at Doc with an embarrassed grin, "Don't suppose, while I head to the changing rooms, you could turn up the air-conditioner and the humidifier a few degrees? My cheeks alone complain the air's a bit too cold and dry for my maidenly skin." She bowed politely before walking, with a little wobble in her gait (which only helped to emphasize her scrumptious behind), towards the changing area.

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**Doc Holliday** · 11-27-2013, 02:49 AM,

Doc watched as she walked. He smiled at the shapely figure walking away.
A voice in his head was playing with him. "You're a married man, Doc" while another said, "no one's watching" and yet another still said, "She's a patient." He shook his head and turned to the climate control on the wall near the bar. He raised the temperature a few degrees, enough to keep her comfortable. Still in his full robes, Doc went behind the bar.
Grog was strong stuff and had definitely loosened him up. Before him at the bar was just about everything. Wanting to keep some sort of control, he poured himself a glass of sparkling water.

"Jaden," he called out, "a drink? I have stuff from every corner of Sirius and Gallia as well. I even have some Blood Wine here."

With the climate controls taking full effect, the water temp raised slightly as well. By now, it should be perfect.

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Mr.Fabulous · (This post was last modified: 11-27-2013, 07:05 AM by Mr.Fabulous.)

Reaching the changing areas, Jaden headed on to one of the few changing rooms and closed the door behind her. Still a little drunk from the Grog, she propped herself on the wall as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, still with its black flight suit on. "Si, hermana. I guess it's time we get you out of these cruddy garments and make yourself look a little more... presentable."

Balancing herself upright, Jaden slowly motioned her hand to her suit's zipper and pulled away. When the zipper had reached its end, the flight suit elegantly crumpled down to the ground, to which she stepped out of and nudged to the side for the moment. Looking back at the mirror, she smiled at the luscious, smooth-skinned beauty that was Jaden, her form made modest only by the maroon-colored tie side bikinis which covered her primal areas. Leaning both hands on the two walls to her sides to keep balanced, she licked her lips slowly and hungrily as she moaned to her reflection, "Oh, Senorita... Even though you've lost count of your age, you still look as sly as ever."

Suddenly, she heard Doc call out through the walls, asking if she wanted anything to drink. She paused for a bit before replying loudly, "I haven't tried any Gallic Wines yet, so your best-tasting ones would be nice, Senor Holliday! Gracias!"

Staring again at the mirror, she eyed her own figure up and down for a few seconds before her eyes came upon her bikini's ties. After a momentary pause, she shook her head, "Not yet, Senorita... We still haven't tried the pool yet to see if it's worthy of my body." After giving a nod to her reflection, she took her crumpled flight suit up, hanged it on a conveniently-placed clothes hanger, and tip-toed her way out the changing areas (since the floor there still felt really cold).

When she got back to the pool areas, she looked around for Doc, and found him at the bar, preparing their drinks. Smiling at the now-improved conditions in the room, she walked slowly to him, her near-naked hips swaying sensually from side-to-side (mostly from the Grog still in her system) as she fixed her smooth, long hair to her right shoulder while calling out softly, "Hola, Senor Holliday. I hope I didn't keep you waiting?

"So... What of the Gallic Wines do you recommend I should try first?"

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**Doc Holliday** · 11-28-2013, 03:33 AM,

Doc looked up from pouring a glass of fine Gallic wine. It was when he handed the glass to her that he noticed the swaying hips and the well proportioned body stopping before him. He paused as his eyes looked her over. He couldn't help himself nor could he hide it, not that he was trying. Finally, with a smile, he handed her the glass.

"This is the best Gallic wine I have," he explained, "getting it wasn't easy."
He again looked at her, "I do hope that the temperature change is to your liking.

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Mr.Fabulous · (This post was last modified: 11-28-2013, 05:52 PM by Mr.Fabulous.)

Jaden stared deeply into Doc's eyes, never breaking contact as she slowly took her wine glass on its stem, her fingers' delicate skin brushing against Doc's gentle hand in the process. She smiled as she softly replied, "Gracias, Senor."

She moved the glass slowly towards her face, gave the drink a few swirls, and then drew her nose close to the mouth of her drink, closing her eyes as she slowly took in the sweet, exotic smells of fermented luxury, and of universe-class perfection. Without yet opening her eyes, she tilted the drink with her fingers and gently placed the glass's rims onto her lips. The blood-red wine that followed down her lips and onto her taste buds made her feel very refreshed... very... relaxed. A welcoming change and very stark contrast to the spicy and imposingly-bold Black Grog she and Doc just drank several minutes ago back in Sin's.

The wine really helped set the proper mood for the occasion, while the room's now comfortable conditions helped Jaden feel completely at ease. She opened her eyes, her loose gaze falling on Doc as she said, "The wine, and the atmosphere... es perfecto, Senor Holliday. Muy perfecto. But..."

The small voice in her head began to act up again as she motioned around the bar to get to Doc's side, eventually laying a hand on his shoulder as she whispered to him, "... It's not as perfect as what you're missing out by still wearing these uncomfortable-looking robes of yours."

She then began to run her hand down the length of Doc's clothes and chest, silencing the voice in the process. "You did ask if you wanted to dip with me in the pool, Senor. So what's keeping you?" A devilish smile appeared from Jaden when a teasing thought came to mind. "Are you beginning to doubt how confident you are in exposing your slipping youth to me?" With all that alcohol in her system, she didn't even care that much anymore if what she just said was offensive.

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**Doc Holliday** · 11-28-2013, 10:25 PM,

"Doubt my confidence?" he questioned to her, "Slipping youth? Why those are some hell of a things to say."
He then slipped the over robe off of his shoulders. Catching it, he laid it over the bar behind him. He was still in a shirt, vest and slacks. The chain to his pocket watch went from a vest button to the inside of a pocket.

"Confidence," he said to her, "you speak to a man who has numerous times defied death and twice stared it in the face and walked."
"Slipping youth? I'm a good deal older than you think I am. I just don't look anything close to it."
He then unbuttoned his vest and did with it as he had his robes. Then, he began removing his shirt. Doc was by no means a body builder but was fit. The only blemish on him was the scar on his chest from his transplant, a scar that was visible only if someone looked hard for it. With no one about, he wasn't shy about letting his slacks fall either. As with Jaden, he remained with only "vital" areas covered.

He then reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of wine. He reached up and topped off her glass. Taking an empty glass, he filled it for himself.
"Yes, this is fine stuff," he said to her as he raised his glass, "so do what do we drink this time?"

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Mr.Fabulous · 11-29-2013, 03:22 PM,

Jaden looked at Doc's above-average stats with evident intrigue in her eyebrows. Her grin still devilish, she let a finger run slowly down his chest muscles while remarking, "I guess I can work with this. Mmmm... indeed.

"A toast... to endless... possibilities, hm?" Her eyes didn't even hide the fact they were now staring right at the gentleman's nethers as she chuckled and clinked her wine glass to Doc's.

As they both drank, Doc would just notice these thin, stitch--like markings which ran cross-sectionally over her left shoulder and the middle of her left calf. To the untrained eye, these markings wouldn't even be spotted, for the scars blended very well with her skin tone. But Doc was no untrained eye, and his knowledge of medicine indicated only one possibility for these marks:

Those stitch-like scars were air-tight seals for her left arm and leg... They were some pretty advanced prosthetics, well-customized and professionally built to match her form. This woman was, for all intents and purposes, a cyborg.

"Well... I really liked the wine, Senor. But why spend our time, and these fine beverages here in the boring open air, when we could be doing these... and more, in the pool?" She slowly turned around, letting her smooth hair fall from her shoulder and down her shapely back, before she began to swing-gait herself to the swimming pool.

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**Doc Holliday** · 11-29-2013, 07:29 PM,

Doc didn't let her get far, placing a hand on her shoulder and turning her to him. He began tracing the scar line before taking glance at her calf before returning to her shoulder, "Someone did a good job putting you back together. Want to talk about what happened? I'm curious."

He then gently turned her around and began walking beside her to the pool steps. Once there, he wasn't bashful, allowing what little was left on him to fall to the floor.
Like a gentleman, he escorted Jaden into the pool before finding a seat on the side for himself.
"Mmmmhmmm," smiled Doc, "the water feels just right. How do you feel, Senora?"

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Mr.Fabulous · (This post was last modified: 12-14-2013, 07:40 AM by Mr.Fabulous.)

"I... Well..." When Doc asked Jaden about her prosthetic limbs was when her smile finally broke into a frown as she turned her head away reluctantly. Talking about that topic never was easy, for they represented the darkest times of her life.

But at least Doc was considerate enough to let her gather her thoughts as he escorted her while wrapping his arm around hers in a gentlemanly-fashion. It was a sweet gesture coming from him, and it really helped Jaden ease herself. She even took advantage of it by leaning herself onto Doc's side, not just to help her balance through her drunkness. She walked in-time to Doc's pace to avoid having their skins chafe, and took great pleasure in basking herself in Doc's body heat, so much so that she closed her eyes and found herself almost hugging on Doc's arm as they neared the pool.

When they got to the pool's edge, she let go of Doc's arm, and raised a curious eyebrow as she watched the last of his undergarments fall to the ground, revealing the full glory that was Doc's prime. And she had to admit, Doc's primary results looked not at all disappointing.

Following after Doc into the pool, Jaden bit her lip softly as the strange feeling of densely-thin slime began to creep over her feet, legs, and finally her hips. But thanks to Doc, she puffed out a comforted sigh as the waters were at just the right coldness for her to relax easy. The pool's floor proved very rough for her soles, but nothing a little tip-toeing couldn't fix. "Ahhhhh, Senor... The water... is just about right. So right, that I could just..."

The voice in her heart once again acted up and protested, this time loud enough to be specific in that it wasn't a good idea to come out of her garments for some reason that still escaped her, but she quickly shook the voice away as an annoying nay-sayer and proceeded anyway.

She reached for the tie ends on her bikinis and pulled the straps loose, letting her top fall gracefully to the water while her panties floated slowly to the surface. She then scooped up some water with one hand and let it tickle down her supple breasts as she slipped a naughty finger through her nethers, making her moan pleasurably. (Un)fortunately for Doc, the steamy scene didn't last for more than a brief moment, for it was just her ritual of making her feel one with the pool.

When Doc had relaxed himself on one of the steps, his back against the pool's walls, Jaden sat close beside him, their sides touching and her palms laid flat on her lap as she leaned some of her weight on him as she said, "About my cyborg parts... They weren't always these beautiful: when I first got them, my left leg and arm might as well have been wrenched from a Bartender Droid then crudely attached with a welding torch, while my left eye looked somewhat like those ocular scopes that mercenaries have. It's only recently that I've found someone who... did his research on how I looked before. Each injury is a reminder of the lovers that I've lost... and how I lost them."

She angled her face towards Doc, then pointed to her left eye that suddenly had its pupils disappear, leaving an eerie white emptiness. "This one I got from that ambush by the BHG I mentioned to you back at the Club. Cockpit glass stabbed the eye like a knife before the Escape Pod could shield me. But even before then, with both my eyes I saw my very first lover... a fellow Intocable, the only man I've ever related with the most, gunned down like a dog, paralyzing me on the spot. Which I suppose aided the destruction of my ship."

When the eye's pupil came back, she pointed to the scars that ran across her calf. "That BHG pilot who rescued me not long after? He eventually became my second lover, a man so filled with compassion and honor, that he saved a dying Corsair like me, simply because he thought it was right. He even took me under his wings and taught me about many things... Unfortunately, many within the BHG didn't favor our relationship..."

A tear fell down her still-human eye as she continued, "... So they demanded he kill me within a space station scheduled to be demolished, alongside other BHG lackeys for proof... He chose to kill his own amigos to let me live, but before I could escape the station began to detonate prematurely. I saw him get consumed by one of those explosions... I tripped near a blast door, and the darn thing malfunctioned and snapped my left leg clean. Through sheer will did I manage to escape the exploding station and get myself to a surgeon."

Her eye teared up, and her voice clearly began to get shakey as she continued her story, "... The next few years, I spent being a cold-blooded Freelancer hitwoman. Those days, I had lost my way... I almost gave up on my promises, on the reasons why I lived. Too bittered was I about my tragedies, that the next lover I met, a smuggler who employed me as a scout, had to convince me back to what I thought I had thrown away for two years. Two straight years he loved me unconditionally, made me the top of his world... And soon I began to remember again. He helped me find my inspiration. He was a crazy gringo smuggler, and I had to save his reckless pita on numerous occasions, but those turned out to be some of the best days of my life, Senor Holliday."

At last, her teary gaze turned to the stitch-marks on her shoulder. She first touched the marks, then ran her palm down the length of the arm. "One day, a large Outcast gunboat fleet intercepted our caravan. I and the other escorts did our best to hold them off, but one of the gunboats got my ship. An explosion burned my entire left arm to a stump before the Escape Pod could save me. My lover came back for me, hot-potato'd my pod to another trader, and stayed to divert the attackers away, promising he would come back... But he never did..."

By this point, Jaden was already struggling to hold back the tears. She even began to lean her entire weight onto Doc, using him as an emotional crutch as she buried her face in her hands, "I'm so sorry, Senor. So sorry for crying when it should've been a happy, relaxing night. I just thought... you ought to know, and..."

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