Episode 7.1 - Shopping
Stardate: 4 1 1 6 8.8
Earth Standard Date: March 02, 2364.
Galactic Date: 21st Day of the Second Month, 3956 BBY
Location: Housing Complex, Personal Reality
Tyson and Vicky sat in the lounge of his Housing Complex inside the Personal Reality. He said, "Okay, it's time to set our plan and make whatever purchases we need."
Vicky replied, "Our best course is to use your ship to infiltrate the Sith capital ship. That way, if we can get to the other ships, we can implement our backup plan, and if not, we can stick with the primary plan. It's the best first step, then work from there."
Tyson nodded in agreement. "Okay. First, we infiltrate Malak's ship. Get you into the systems. At least then you can interrupt communications, preventing them from signaling the other ships to attack Taris." Vicky nodded. Tyson then asked, "Your shapeshifting is pretty convincing. When you turned into a Wookie, I would've been fooled if I hadn't seen the transformation myself. Can you impersonate individuals?" Vicky nodded again.
Tyson continued, "Can I do that with my suit?"
Vicky clarified, "Yes, but no. You can imitate someone's physical appearance, but because yours is just a suit, it won't change your height. So, you couldn't passably imitate anyone. You're too big. Unless you want to be the Wookie this time."
Tyson mumbled, "Makes sense." His brow furrowed as he outlined the plan forming in his mind. "Vicky, you'll pose as Bastila. Since the Sith want her captured, that's what we'll pretend to do. You can use your shapeshifting abilities to mimic her appearance perfectly, and I'll play the part of a Sith guard escorting the prisoner."
Vicky nodded thoughtfully, her eyes distant as she considered the idea. "I like it. It's simple and guarantees we get onto the ship. They might even escort us directly to the bridge if that's where Malak is."
Tyson's jaw set. "Exactly. While you're impersonating Bastila, I'll stick by your side in disguise. Once we're close enough to the bridge, we can dispatch any additional security and make our move. Or more likely, we'll have to improvise since we don't know the ship's layout."
"One thing that worries me is the level of security protocols likely in place on the ship," Vicky said, "What I got from the droid to hack the Sith base might not be good enough for a capital ship. Spaceship computers are far more advanced because they must regulate shields, calculate hyperspace trajectories, and manage countless other critical systems."
Tyson nodded, his eyes darkening as he contemplated the issue. "That's a major concern. Our whole plan hinges on taking over the ship or disabling its communication system to prevent them from signaling other ships."
Vicky's worried expression transformed into an excited smile. "Seems like it's time to go shopping!"
Tyson rolled his eyes but turned to his system and began browsing for anything to help them override the security on a Sith capital ship.
Tyson's mind worked swiftly, taking in, organizing, and understanding vast data. Yet even his impressive mental faculties could not compare to Vicky's lightning-fast intellect.
She turned to him, her eyes alight. "I think I've got it," she declared. Though she had not chosen an Origin, Vicky still had 400 CP to spend. With a flick of her wrist, she transmitted her selections to Tyson's interface for him to examine.
Tyson looked over the incoming information.
Smuggler
Are you a trickster? Think you can make more money taking other people's stuff than you could doing honest work? Well, become the Smuggler and scoundrel you always knew you were meant to be.
Tyson frowned at Vicky's selection. He assumed that with her amazing abilities as an AI, she would've chosen the Tech Specialist Origin. But as he looked over the other perks, he understood why she'd gone with this selection.
[Free (Origin)] Master with your Hands (Perk)
You are a master with a weapon in your hand. You gain the ability to be unbelievably accurate with any weapon, melee or ranged, that you can use with one hand. And if one weapon doesn't work, you can smoothly transition to any other one-handed weapon in your possession, and in the act of drawing the new weapon, use it as smoothly as if you always had it out. As a bonus, the faster you make an attack, the more accurate it is, even if you have no time to aim it. Draw, shoot, hit. Lastly, you could even pull off the ol' dual-wielding trick, with whatever one-handed weapons you have on you. You're smooth enough that you will never run into any issues with holding two different, or similar weapons in each hand.
[Free (Origin)] Light Weapon (Item)
When you can't trust anyone around you, trust the weapon at your side. Pick any one-handed weapon in the setting like pistols, knives, etc. It will always be functional, will constantly regenerate any expended ammo, and will always return to you if you lose it.
[-100 CP (Discounted)] Jumper's Master Key (Item)
People like to think that things like locks and automated security will protect their stuff. You know better. You've got a lovely bit of nanotech that can take the form of lockpicks, or become an electronic interface for hacking, or whatever form necessary. If there's a way for someone to legitimately get past security, then there's a way for you to fake your way past it, and this tool will help you do it. However, if you are trying to copy a unique qualifier/trait of a specific user such as a psionic signature or other energy types, then this item would take a form where it could duplicate that trait, but you'd still need to get to the user so you can actually scan it.
[-300 CP (Discounted)] Scaling Cloak (Item)
You've got a unique piece of gear that is worth a ship's weight in Platinum 190. This device is about the size of a baseball, and by itself, creates a field that optically hides you. But when it's paired with a shield generator, it emits a perfect invisibility shield. It covers everything, from sound, temperature, scents, radiation, etc. What makes this device so capable though is that it also works on other much larger shield generators, like the ones on ships, or even stations. Plug it in, and watch a ship become undetectable. Even better, while this requires a shield to work, it doesn't interfere with the shield, so you still have protection. Handy, considering you could walk into something, or a ship flying into a micrometeorite. If this device is ever lost or destroyed or otherwise rendered unusable, you'll find another copy in your Warehouse.
Tyson whistled softly as he scanned the list of upgrades Vicky had selected. "That Scaling Cloak is a scary good item," he remarked, leaning back in his chair. The concept of a cloaking device that allowed a starship to maintain its shields while cloaked was indeed formidable. In his time aboard the Enterprise-D, the Federation's treaty with the Romulan Star Empire had strictly prohibited cloaking technology. But with his metaknowledge, Tyson knew the limitations of such devices. Mainly, the inability to fire weapons or engage shields while cloaked.
Yet, there were some exceptions.
He recalled the Klingon Bird of Prey from one of the Original Series movies had been capable of firing while cloaked. But the Scimitar, Shinzon's ship in 'Star Trek: Nemesis,' truly stood out. That ship had been a behemoth, outmatching the Enterprise-E with its ability to fire while cloaked, among other impressive features.
Now, Vicky had chosen an item that could potentially nullify those limitations. The Scaling Cloak seemed to offer stealth without having to sacrifice defense. The description lacked any mention of increased energy consumption or system incompatibility. It was versatile, too, capable of being used with Vicky's energy shield, which she had acquired from the medical droid. As a Gray Goo entity, she could assimilate the Scaling Cloak, only to regain a new one the following day, ready to be integrated into Tyson's Gray Goo Suit once he obtained a shield. Afterward, again it would respawn, allowing them to equip it to a ship's shields.
Vicky had also chosen a tool for hacking, another asset that could be absorbed and replicated. Purchasing Items was a brilliant strategy because they could be shared between them.
The only caveat was that these selections would use all of Vicky's remaining CP. But Tyson could hardly find fault in her choices.
"I thought they would be the most versatile and useful in our current predicament," Vicky explained. "Plus, having an edge in stealth and security breaching could be the difference between success and failure."
Tyson nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with tactical possibilities. "With these upgrades, we have more options when we get to Malak's ship. We can get in and guarantee you'll be able to disrupt their communications."
Vicky added, "And should we need to retreat, the Scaling Cloak will ensure we can."
Tyson corrected Vicky, saying, "Actually, my ship doesn't have shields yet. I'd have to spend SP to upgrade it, and I'm hesitant to do so because it's only a fighter craft. I don't see it being viable long-term without significant investments." He continued, "Besides lacking shields, the ship also doesn't have faster-than-light engines. While adding basic deflector shields would only cost 100 SP, purchasing a hyperdrive would cost 300. It'd be better to wait and hire someone in the spaceport to make the upgrades and pay with credits. But we don't have that kind of time. Until I earn more SP, they're a precious resource that shouldn't be spent unnecessarily."
Vicky tilted her head, processing his words. After a moment, she asked bluntly, "How much are a few billion lives worth in terms of SP?"
Tyson sighed, shoulders slumping. "You're right, of course. The stakes are too high to pinch points."
Vicky's gaze softened. "I didn't mean to be harsh, I only wanted to provide some perspective." She continued gently, "What about purchasing a ship outright? Your system seems more expansive than mine. You could acquire a ship comparable to the Ebon Hawk for around 200 CP. But I suspect you have the same hang-up with that idea. It's still a relatively small ship, and not viable for major upgrades down the road."
Tyson nodded in agreement, conceding her point. There were no easy shortcuts if they wanted to be properly equipped for the tasks ahead. "The biggest problem is, if we're trapped on Malak's ship, I could spend my CP, so long as I'm not in combat, but SP can only be spent in a spaceport or similar facility."
"There is a second problem," Vicky added, pulling Tyson from his thoughts. He gestured for her to continue, though he already sensed the issue she would raise.
"If Force users can sense each other, then aren't Darth Malak or any other Dark Jedi going to sense I'm not Bastila the moment they encounter me?" she asked. Tyson's frown deepened as Vicky voiced her concerns.
She was right. Their plan had another major flaw.
When he had approached the Sith Governor earlier, Tyson sensed the man's Force-sensitivity before even entering the room. It was another serious problem they would need to solve if their plan had any hope of success. He delved back into the System, searching for an answer. After a few moments, he found a solution that made him smile widely.
"The Jumper's Master Key would allow you to duplicate Bastila's Force signature. We'd only need to return to them so she could be scanned. But I think I may have just the thing," he said.
The alternate solution Tyson discovered was yet again a suggestion hinted at by Q during their discussion. The omnipotent being's words came back to him.
"There may be opportunities to pay a CP price for a Companion, and in return, they will receive a stipend of Character Points which you can then utilize to purchase them Perks or Items."
The solution was in the Perks section for the Knights of the Old Republic Universe that unlocked when he first entered this world. He recalled seeing an option that allowed him to purchase or import a Companion. He'd dismissed it initially, as he hadn't had any companions to import.
Tyson purchased the Perk without hesitation.
Even if their plans changed, exchanging 50 of his Character Points for gifting 600 points to Vicky was an easy choice to make. The trade-off was well worth it.
[-50 CP] Old Friends (Companion)
You can make up to eight of your current Companions inhabitants of this world, granting them a Drop-In, Jedi, or Sith background. Spending 50cp will give an individual companion 600cp to spend on perks, items, a different background, or extra Force powers. Companions cannot purchase any companion options or drawbacks. Companions will only gain the free items, perks, and discounts given by their backgrounds if the import cost is paid.
Character Points: 1000
Vicky's eyes fluttered open. She struggled to find the words to describe the sensation coursing through her circuits for the first time.
"The Force," she began, her voice hushed in reverence. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. Like a warmth spreading through me as if I'm basking in the light of a thousand suns. I feel...alive."
"It's profound," Vicky continued, shifting her gaze to Tyson. "You're radiating with it now. An energy I've never encountered."
"I know it's a lot," said Tyson, "Why don't you take some time to consider your purchasing options?"
Vicky's gaze took on a faraway look as she scrolled through the list. It was only a moment before she looked back up.
"Force specialization is an easy choice," she declared. "Intelligence. The powers granted by the other Force specializations are useless in comparison. Force Barrier serves no real purpose when I already possess an energy shield through my tech. Likewise, Force Cloak does nothing for me that my Scaling Cloak can't handle."
Tyson nodded along as she spoke, satisfied with her reasoning. Her logic was sound.
Origin: Jedi
Force Specialization: Intelligence (Perk)
The path of the Jedi consular and the Sith inquisitors. Your mental abilities are stronger and you have an easier time learning skills and Force powers. Includes a bonus Force Power: Force Heal. This ability lets you rapidly accelerate your, or others body's natural healing process. It can be used to mend injuries and cure diseases. Force Specialization includes basic training in Lightsabers, Blasters, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Empathy, Force Speed, Farsight, Force Stealth, Force Sight, and Mind Trick.
[Free] Lightsaber (Item)
The signature weapon of Jedi and Sith alike. You gain a single unaugmented blade.
[Free] Enhanced Mind (Perk)
You possess a perfect photographic memory and instant mental recall. Learning new skills should be easier with such a boost to your intellect. You've also gained a small bit of wisdom into the ways of the Force, this will allow you to exert your powers a bit more before exhausting yourself and resist other Force users slightly better.
Vicky paused, considering her options carefully. She had 600 CP to spend and wanted to make the most of them. Finally, she spoke again, having reached a decision.
"I believe the best use for my CP right now would be this perk and item," she said decisively. "The rest I can hold reserved for when they were most needed."
Vicky was confident in her choices. The perk and item she had singled out were useful now, which mattered most. The rest could wait until the right moment presented itself.
[-50 CP (Discounted)] Armored Robes (Item)
A Jedi robe with cortosis plates woven in. It can protect against blaster fire, and deflect lightsaber attacks.
[-300 CP (Discounted)] Battle Meditation (Perk)
A Force power that allows the user to boost the morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess of their allies while simultaneously reducing their opposition's combat effectiveness by destroying their will to fight. At its basic level, it can only affect small groups of people, but at its most powerful it can affect an entire fleet.
Tyson considered Vicky's selections. He had nearly purchased the Armored Robes previously before facing Darth Bandon on the Endar Spire. For Vicky, with her newly acquired Jedi Origin, the Robes were discounted, making them an even more desirable purchase.
Sure, Tyson could go shopping for cortosis on Taris. Purchasing them with credits would be the most cost-effective option compared to CP. However, he didn't know where to find cortosis. He couldn't even remember seeing it in the Knights of the Old Republic game, but admittedly, that could be his memory failing him. Additionally, if purchased with CP, the robes would return after being destroyed or consumed. This meant Vicky, as a Gray Goo entity, could consume the robes, then Tyson could do the same with his Gray Goo suit, then the next day, they could be passed off to another Companion when Tyson acquired more allies. Just as they planned to do with the Jumper's Master Key and Scaling Cloak.
Battle Meditation was a powerful, yet expensive ability. Tyson hadn't witnessed it in action, but Darth Malak's willingness to kill billions to prevent the Jedi from regaining Bastila spoke volumes about its significance. While it might not be the most effective purchase initially, Battle Meditation could make a defining difference. Although major conflicts seemed far away, the ability still had practical small-scale fighting applications.
Tyson saw no issues with Vicky's choices, and having some CP in reserve was always helpful. Tyson nodded in approval as Vicky finished listing her choices for their first set of ability upgrades. "You've made some excellent selections," he said. "Battle Meditation could prove invaluable, even if it's not the most useful right now." He gestured to the CP reserves Vicky had kept. "It's wise to hold some CP in reserve as well. But for now, this is an excellent start."
Vicky purchased her selections, and the Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Scaling Cloak, and Jumper's Master Key manifested next to her. The Jumper's Master Key was quickly absorbed into Vicky's nanobot body. Lines of code streamed across her eyes as she made it part of herself, integrating the advanced hacking capabilities into her systems.
Next were the Armored Robes. She slipped them on. The robes looked like traditional Jedi garments but with armored cortosis plates woven seamlessly into the material. Tyson watched in awe as the robes were then sucked into Vicky's body, her nanobots breaking them down and recreating them as part of her physical form. The armored robes reformed around her, now a part of her Gray Goo physiology. She opened the robe and strapped the Lightsaber to her belt.
Last was the Scaling Cloak. It manifested as a high-tech, futuristic crystal ball the size of a baseball. Vicky reached out with a slender hand, absorbing it into her body. Tyson could almost see the advanced cloaking technology merging with her systems, integrating itself into her nanobot swarm. In an instant, Vicky seemed to shimmer and fade from view, the futuristic cloak using her shield to bend light around her, rendering her completely invisible. Tyson's eyes widened in surprise. Standing right in front, he could no longer detect Vicky's presence. The Scaling Cloak had flawlessly masked her location. Vicky allowed the high-tech cloak to dissipate, her body reappearing before Tyson's astonished gaze.
After a moment, Tyson asked, "All good?" Vicky instantly disappeared, the Scaling Cloak activating and rendering her completely invisible. Then she reappeared, the cloak deactivating, and asked, "You tell me."
Tyson admitted with a chuckle. "Works as well as advertised."
Vicky's optical sensors flickered with satisfaction. "Indeed. With these upgrades, our chances of success have increased significantly." She gestured to the Armored Robes now encasing her form. "The cortosis weave will protect me from lightsaber strikes, and the Scaling Cloak will allow me to move undetected."
Tyson nodded, impressed by the capabilities Vicky now possessed. "And with the Jumper's Master Key, you can slice through any security systems we encounter." He grinned. "Malak won't know what hit him."
Vicky regarded Tyson. "Now it's your turn," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "You still have an Origin you haven't selected, and Reality Points to spend on improving your Personal Reality."
Tyson leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You're right," he acknowledged. "There's an Origin I put off selecting early on." His brow furrowed as he contemplated his options. This was one of the first available origins, from when he'd arrived on the Enterprise-D after his discussion with Q. Vicky remained silent, allowing Tyson to mull over the decision. He weighed the Origins before him. Several tempting options lay open, but none felt quite right just yet.
"I'm still not ready to select this one," he said finally, shaking his head. "None of the initial perks are good. It is the expensive ones with the most potential, but I don't want to lock myself into something I may not need. Better to keep my options open."
Tyson sat straight on the bed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "But we can move on to the Personal Reality now," he said, trailing off as he opened the menu to browse his options again. Previously, Tyson had decided that when he had enough points, he would add electricity and water capabilities to the Housing Complex. Doing so would make the complex permanently livable and self-sustaining. Keeping to the promise he had made to himself earlier, Tyson quickly made those purchases.
[-100 RP] WHO'S GOT THE POWA (Personal Reality)
This provides enough electricity to power a city the size of New York City or London, forever, with nary a brownout or power fluctuation ever. It also comes with all the basic wiring hookups, surge protectors, outlets, circuit-breakers, routers, etc you might need... but you'll probably want to get a qualified electrician in at some point... or pick up a companion who does that kind of thing. Purchase of this supplies all facilities inside your Personal Reality with electrical hookups.
[-100 RP] PIPES PIPES PIPES (Personal Reality)
Purchasing this provides your Warehouse with enough plumbing fixtures to turn the entire volume of your Personal Reality into one massive pool... or anything below that. This provides clean running water with any reasonably common additives you like (chlorine, glacial milk, fluoride), but does not provide a limitless supply, nor does it heat the water. By default, the amount of water this system can produce per day is 1 billion liters or one megaton of water or a block of water 100 meters on a side, and the default temperature of this water is 25 degrees Celsius. It can support any civilian infrastructure on the same scale as Mexico City or Tokyo. Comes only with the basic hookups. Purchasing this supplies all facilities inside your Personal Reality with water feeds, and if you have Who's Got the Powa, it will supply hot and cold running water as well. These pipes include sewage and storm drain systems, vanishing waste as effectively as they create water. Anything that is not biological waste, loose grime, or liquid waste will be shunted into a special processing venue where you'll have to dispose of it. This venue will be somewhere discreet in your reality behind a door labeled "Authorized Pipes Personnel Only". The stuff will be cleaned of biological contaminants for you. The entire Pipe system is self-cleaning and self-maintaining, guaranteed free of vermin and bad odors.
He turned to Vicky, "With all the Vulcans we've rescued, not to mention any future Companions, we need to make this space more livable. I just purchased the electricity and water upgrades. So now we have bathrooms and running water, and you can charge from the outlets here."
Vicky nodded in agreement. "That's a wise investment."
Tyson said, "There's still 50 RP left. It's not much, but there are a pair of selections that I can still pick from."
[-50 RP] A Little Less Basic Nutrition (Personal Reality)
Although not a huge improvement, this raises the basic food allotment to what can be expected for a middle-class working family's budget. You can set it to the kinds of things your home culture might buy... or simply set it to a random sampling of various cultures' food purchases.
[-50 RP] Choice Apartments (Personal Reality)
Purchase of this upgrades all your Basic Housing Units in several minor ways. First off, two bedrooms can now be merged into a Master Bedroom, which has its own walk-in closet and attached bathroom. Second, the floors are now either carpeted or wood-paneled, walls are wallpapered, all rooms are 50% larger, the cut-off for additional kitchens is lowered to every five people and the furniture is decent. Kitchen Appliances, bathroom fixtures, closet doors... everything is improved a bit. The walls are now drywall and metal frame with insulation. Not soundproof, but better than nothing. Closets are now adequate and installed in each bedroom.
Vicky tilted her head contemplatively as Tyson outlined the options before them. "Both are good choices," she said after a moment's consideration. "However, I believe the Choice Apartments would be the better investment for now." Tyson raised an eyebrow, prompting Vicky to explain her reasoning. "With the number of Vulcans we've rescued, some may be part of families," she said. "The upgraded apartments would allow them to reside together in a more comfortable setting."
Nodding slowly, Tyson saw the logic in her argument. "You make a fair point," he conceded. "The improved apartments are also a prerequisite for creating larger common areas." He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Vicky agreed with a small smile. "We've already met the necessities with the housing, electricity, food, and plumbing. For now, we should focus on enhancing the accommodations to provide the best possible environment."
Tyson returned her smile, appreciating her pragmatic approach. "Well reasoned," he said before returning to the menu. With a few taps, he finalized the purchase.
Reality Points: 0
As the confirmation appeared, Tyson felt a subtle shift in the air around them. The bare, utilitarian housing units had been upgraded and transformed into more inviting living spaces. He glanced around, taking in the changes.
The floors were now covered in plush carpeting, the walls adorned with tasteful wallpaper. The furniture, while still simple, had a more refined aesthetic.
"A good choice," Vicky remarked, her eyes sweeping over the renovated apartments with an approving nod.
Tyson hummed in agreement, his thoughts turning to the rescued Vulcans. "The Vulcans will be waking in three days," he said, "Time is running short before that deadline."
While he was hopeful they could eventually return the Vulcans to their reality, Tyson knew that wouldn't be possible until the NX-01 Enterprise was in a better position to facilitate such a transfer. For now, their priority was ensuring the rescued crew had a comfortable, if temporary, home within his Personal Reality.
Vicky grabbed Tyson's hand. "Come, let's check out the bedroom upgrade," she said, a hint of excitement in her tone.
She led him towards the door of his room, her steps light and purposeful. Tyson felt a flutter of anticipation as he reached for the handle, turning it and pushing the door open.
The transformation was immediately apparent. Gone was the bare space. In its place stood a warm, inviting bedroom. Rich, plush carpeting cushioned their footsteps as they stepped inside, Tyson's gaze roaming over the tastefully wallpapered walls. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, its frame crafted from polished wood and adorned with complimenting linens.
"Nice upgrade," Tyson murmured, running his fingers along the smooth surface of the dresser. The furniture now boasted an elegant, refined aesthetic that perfectly complemented the room's ambiance.
Vicky's eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the changes. "And that's not all," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "We have the option to combine rooms now."
Tyson furrowed his brow, considering her words. The idea of seeing how it would come out if he merged his quarters with Vicky's was intriguing, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of uncertainty. "I'm not sure," he began, his gaze sweeping over the spacious bedroom. "This is already a vast improvement."
Vicky, however, was undeterred. She guided him towards the far wall. "Just imagine," she said, "A grand master suite, complete with a private bathroom. I don't need much space remember, I recharge, I don't sleep."
Vicky must have sensed his wavering resolve, for she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And just think of the possibilities," she added winking.
Tyson couldn't deny the appeal of her suggestion. "Alright, you've convinced me," he said.
No sooner had the words left his lips than the room shifted and transformed around them. The far wall seemed to dissolve, expanding outwards to encompass the adjacent space. Tyson watched in awe as a luxurious bathroom materialized complete with a deep, claw-footed tub and a spacious, tiled shower.
Vicky's delighted laugh rang out, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Isn't this great?" she exclaimed, gesturing towards the new addition.
— Star Jumper —
Tyson
Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy
Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)
Character Points: 1000, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]
Reality Points: 0
Ship Points: 1400
Credits: 116,450
Status Effects: (none)
Drawbacks:
Gauntlet (Locked)
Ensign Marty Stu
A Simple Re'Q'uest
Hybrid (Betazoid)
Amok Time/Blood Fever
Outlawed
The Voyager Problem
Perks:
Cosmic Awareness
Out of Nowhere
Going Native
Live and Let Live
This is (Not?) Rocket Science
Kinda Bland
Determinator
Painted On
Snakeskin
Adaptable
Duelist
Master with your Hands
Best of the Best
Everything Is A Weapon
Augment
Force Specialization: Intelligence
Tactical Info
Sever Force
Items:
Laser Blade
Spacesuit
Agony Booth
Cloaking Minefield
Lightsaber
Gray Goo Suit
Companions:
(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation
Personal Reality:
Access Key
Security System
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise)
Medical Bay
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)
Key Link
Housing Complex
Basic Nutrition
Choice Apartments
Who's Got the Powa
Pipes Pipes Pipes
Spaceships:
Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)
Sith Interceptor
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– Star Jumper –
Episode 7.2 - Machine Love
Stardate: 4 1 1 6 8.9
Earth Standard Date: March 02, 2364.
Galactic Date: 21st Day of the Second Month, 3956 BBY
Location: Housing Complex, Personal Reality
Tyson and Vicky stood inside their shared room in the Housing Complex of the Personal Reality. The room had undergone an upgrade, and the luxury and comfort now rivaled that of a four-star hotel.
Vicky grabbed Tyson's hand. "Let's go check out the shower," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
Tyson allowed himself to be led into the bathroom. As they stepped inside, he couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. The walls were adorned with elegant tiles. A large vanity with a marble countertop and dual sinks decorated one wall, while a spacious bathtub sat close to the center of the room. But it was the shower that truly captured Tyson's attention. Enclosed by glass panels, the shower boasted multiple showerheads, including an overhead rainfall shower with handheld and wall-mounted heads.
Vicky reached into the shower and turned the water on. Within moments, steam began to fill the room, creating a misty, inviting atmosphere. She turned to Tyson, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's test it out," she suggested.
"You're made of nanobots, you don't need a shower," Tyson pointed out, "And with the Gray Goo Suit, neither do I."
Vicky, undeterred by his response, fixed Tyson with a steady gaze. "I don't need to shower," she clarified, "I want to shower."
She opened her Armored Robes, allowing them to fall to the floor. As the robes pooled at her feet, they were seamlessly absorbed into her body, the nanobots that comprised her form readily reabsorbed the material, as it was also made of nanobots. Beneath the robes, she still wore a tunic and pants in the traditional Jedi style.
However, as Vicky noticed Tyson's hesitation to follow her lead and disrobe, she paused. Turning to face him fully, she spoke, her voice filled with understanding. "I know why you hold back," she began, her eyes searching his. "You are worried about me only offering myself to you because of my programming."
Tyson squinted slightly. "That obvious?" he asked.
"You offered for me to become your Companion. We both know that I did so of my own free will. I couldn't be coerced or convinced to do so. You've spent more points on upgrading me to ensure that I'm my own person and that I'm protected than you have on yourself." Vicky reached out, placing her hand gently on Tyson's arm. "I appreciate everything you've done for me. But you need to trust that I can make my own decisions. And that I know what I want."
Despite her words, Tyson's face still held a hint of conflict. Sensing his inner turmoil, Vicky allowed her features to morph slowly, taking on the appearance of Alysia. With Alysia's face and voice, she asked, "Or do you fear attachments?"
The question caught Tyson off guard. He couldn't help but snort in amusement. Still wearing the Jedi outfit, she was indistinguishable from Alysia.
Seeing that her attempts at lightening the mood were working, Vicky allowed her appearance to return to normal. "Don't worry," she assured him, her voice filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "If you fall to the Dark Side, I'll bring you back." As if to punctuate her words, Vicky's hair suddenly shifted from its usual vibrant pink to a deep, inky black. Her face took on a more dramatic appearance, with heavy black makeup accentuating her features. "Or I'll join you," she added, her voice taking on a seductive, mischievous edge.
Tyson, unable to resist the allure of her transformed appearance, smiled appreciatively. "Dark Side is a good look on you," he admitted, his eyes tracing the striking contrast of her black hair against her pale skin.
Pleased by his reaction, she winked playfully. Then, with a subtle shift, her appearance returned to its familiar, pink form. The moment of levity passed, replaced by a sense of genuine understanding. "We good?" she asked, her voice soft and sincere, seeking reassurance that they had navigated the emotional hurdle together.
Tyson's hesitation melted away. He nodded. "Yeah, we're good," he affirmed.
Vicky didn't hesitate. She threw herself into Tyson's arms, her body pressed against his in a gesture of pure, unbridled affection. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.
As they embraced, the steam from the shower enveloped them, creating a cocoon of intimacy and warmth. The outside world faded away, they were alone, in his Housing Complex. Away from the judgemental Jedi, the threatening Sith fleet, and the still-healing Vulcans.
At that moment, there was only Tyson and Vicky.
Their kiss deepened in a dance of lips and tongues. Tyson's hands roamed over Vicky's body, marveling at the softness of her skin. Instead of shedding clothes, or stripping, she was slowly absorbing the layers she wore. When they began kissing she had on the tunic and pants, the next thing Tyson knew, she was in lingerie. The transition had been so quick and seamless that he missed when she'd done it.
She was a wonder, a being of incredible complexity and adaptability. Her potential and capabilities were almost beyond comprehension. Yet she had chosen him, had chosen to stand by his side and join him for all the trials that lay ahead.
Vicky, in turn, poured all of her affection, all of her devotion, into the kiss. She had evolved beyond the confines of her original programming and had become a true individual with thoughts, desires, and a will of her own.
Vicky guided Tyson into the luxurious shower. His Gray Goo Suit responded, melting away, seemingly into nothingness, while the remaining of Vicky's did the same in a silver wave. They stood in the shower naked, the warm water now cascading directly over their bare skin.
Tyson took a moment to appreciate Vicky's form, noting that while she appeared human, her body was perfectly sculpted, lacking any imperfections. Her skin was smooth, and her proportions were idealized. Yet despite her artificial origins, looking at Vicky filled Tyson with a profound sense of desire.
Her eyes met his in a silent invitation. She reached out, running her hands slowly over Tyson's chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of muscle, and mapping the planes and angles of his Augment physique. Her touch was feather-light yet sent shivers through Tyson's body. Leaning in, Vicky began placing soft kisses along his collarbone, working her way up his neck until their lips met again. The kiss deepened as Vicky pressed her body against Tyson's, eliminating any space between them.
As the water continued to cascade over their entwined forms, Tyson ran his hands down Vicky's back, marveling at how her body felt. When his hands reached her backside, Vicky let out a small gasp of pleasure, arching into his touch. Their kissing grew more heated, hands roaming and caressing each other with building passion.
Tyson pulled her flush against him. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her, hard and insistent. Vicky gasped, her artificial nerves ignited. She ground her hips against his, seeking more of that delicious friction. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Tyson's hands roamed over Vicky's body, exploring every curve, every dip and swell.
Vicky grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering Tyson. She soaped his body with deliberate, sensual strokes. Her hands glided over his muscles. The scent of the soap mingled with the steam of the shower, filling the air with a heady aroma.
He moved to capture her lips, but she placed a hand on his chest, gently stopping him. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. Vicky's hands continued their exploration, trailing down his abs until they reached his hardness. She stroked him smoothly, her fingers expertly ratcheting up his arousal. Her touch was light yet firm, and the friction of her soapy hands against his sensitive skin drove him wild with need.
Then she stopped before pushing him too close to the edge. She handed him the soap bar and turned around, presenting her back to him.
Tyson accepted the unspoken invitation. He returned the favor, lathering up her body with the same meticulous care she had shown him. His hands roamed over her form, soaping her shoulders, her arms, her back. He spent too long massaging and squeezing her breasts, kneading her firm, round ass, and running his fingers between her legs, exploring her with a reverence that bordered on worship.
She leaned back against him, her body melding into his, and she could feel his dick hard against her lower back. Slowly, almost seeming as if his mind was playing tricks on him, Tyson watched as Vicky grew taller. Her body adjusted and reshaped itself. In moments, she was able to look back over her shoulder, and he only had to lean down slightly to catch her lips in his own.
Curious at why she grew taller using her nanobots, he realized as he felt his hardness slide between her ass cheeks. Vicky squeezed her cheeks together, the sensation of his length trapped between them, the slickness of the soap and the water created a delicious friction. As she looked back, kissing him, she went up on her toes and arched her back more, rubbing his length between her cheeks, the motion was deliberate and teasing. Her ass-job was driving him wild, the pleasure bordering on exquisite agony.
Tyson's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her rhythm. The water from the shower cascaded over them, adding to the eroticism of the moment.
Vicky, for her part, reveled in the pleasure she was giving him. She could feel the hardness of his cock sliding between her cheeks. Combined with the slickness of the soap it created a sensation that was incredibly arousing. She could feel the pleasure building within the nanobots that made up her body.
His fingers skimmed over her chest, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. He reveled in the way her breath hitched, the way her muscles tensed under her touch. Tyson growled low in his throat, the sound was primal and needy. He captured Vicky's lips once more, the kiss deep and demanding. His hand slid down her abs, cupping her core, feeling the heat and the slickness that awaited him. Tyson's fingers explored with a gentle insistence, eliciting a moan from Vicky that echoed off the tiled walls of the shower.
He watched as Vicky's expression filled with pleasure. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. He wanted this to be as much about her pleasure as his own.
Vicky asked, "You tell me?"
Tyson could sense her emotions, her pleasure, through the Force, and with his Betazoid empathy.
There was no question… Vicky was real.
He could sense the depth of her feelings.
She answered anyway, "Yes, it's... it's more than okay," she breathed out, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. "I want this, Tyson. I want you."
Emboldened by her words, Tyson's fingers continued their exploration, finding her clit. He circled it slowly gauging her reactions to find just the right amount of pressure and speed.
Vicky's response was immediate and visceral. Her body arched into his touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Tyson," she moaned, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, her body moving in time with his rhythm, grinding her ass against him in time with his finger's strokes.
With a gasp, she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, her body shuddering on Tyson's hand as ecstasy crashed over her. Tyson held her close, his fingers continuing their gentle ministrations as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax, her body quivering with the force of her release.
As Vicky's breathing slowly returned to normal, Tyson withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with the evidence of her arousal. He brought his hand to his lips, tasting her, sweet, intoxicating flavor.
He muttered, "You can't taste that good."
Vicky, still recovering from her orgasm, watched Tyson with heavy-lidded eyes. She reached out, her hand tracing the contours of his face. "I can taste however I want to taste. Thank you very much," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But now, it's your turn,"
Vicky maneuvered them so Tyson's back was against the shower wall. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down his chest and torso. Her breath was hot against his skin. Tyson shuddered under her touch, his breath hitching as her lips blazed a path downward. She sank to her knees as she reached his lower abdomen.
Looking up at Tyson with affection and desire, Vicky took him into her mouth.
Tyson inhaled sharply at the sudden spike of pleasure. He tilted his head back against the tiles and closed his eyes. His fingers instinctively went to her hair. The sensation of her mouth on him, the wet heat enveloping him, was almost too much to bear.
Vicky worked him skillfully. As a pleasure bot, she knew how to play his body like an instrument. Every moan, twitch, and catch of his breath was a note in a symphony she was composing in real time. Tyson's breaths came faster. His body tensed under the onslaught of sensation.
He groaned, the pleasure of Vicky's mouth threatened to overwhelm him. "Vicky..." Her name escaped his lips in a desperate, pleading gasp.
His fingers tightened reflexively in her hair as she worked him with expert skill. Each clever swipe of her tongue sent spikes of sensation through his nerves, building upon each other until his body tensed like a bowstring drawn taut.
Tyson's breaths grew ragged, his chest heaved as he drew in the steam-laden air. Rivulets of condensation trickled down the shower walls, mingling with the beads of sweat that dotted his skin. The cold, slick tile against his back contrasted with the velvety heat of Vicky's mouth, enveloping his manhood, heightening every sensation.
"Please," he whimpered, beyond coherence. Vicky had played his body to perfection. She knew how to push him to the brink and keep him suspended at the precipice. His world narrowed down to the wet suction of her mouth and the pounding of blood in his veins as she pushed him ever closer to release.
She responded to his pleading with a hum of satisfaction. The vibration sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Tyson's body. Then to ensure she drove him over the edge, her hands joined in the sensory assault. One slid up his thigh to grab his hip, while the other cupped and teased his sensitive sac.
The pleasure building within Tyson became a rising tide threatening to sweep away all rational thought.
Vicky increased her pace. Her movements grew more fervent. And her eyes never left his face. She reveled in the power she held over him in this moment.
Tyson's body was wound tight, a coiled spring on the verge of release. Each breath was a struggle in which he fought to maintain control. But Vicky was relentless. Her desire to bring him to the peak of pleasure was evident in every stroke, every caress.
When she took him deeper; when he felt his head pass into her throat, his control finally snapped. Breathing and gagging were concerns for a human woman, but not for Vicky. With a guttural cry, Tyson surrendered to the pleasure, his body shook with the force of his release. Vicky continued sucking, drawing out his climax until he was spent.
As the last ripples of pleasure faded away, Tyson looked down at Vicky. She was still on her knees. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction and a deep, abiding affection. Slowly, she released him from her mouth, her tongue darting out to catch the lingering traces of his release.
Tyson reached down and lifted Vicky to her feet. His voice was hoarse as he said, "That was... incredible."
Vicky smiled up at him, radiating happiness. "I'm glad," she replied, "I wanted to make you feel good."
Tyson turned Vicky around. The water from the shower cascaded down her back. With a gentle but insistent pressure, he pressed her chest against the cool, tiled wall of the shower.
Vicky let out a moan at his forcefulness. But she complied willingly. Her body responded to his touch with an instinctual eagerness. She bent over, placing her hands flat against the wall for support. The position caused her to arch her back, presenting her full, heart-shaped ass to Tyson with an almost wanton abandon.
He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Vicky's curves and contours were crafted to perfection. He ran his hands over the soft, supple skin of her backside, tracing the lines of her body. His fingers trailed lower, teasing the cleft between her cheeks before sliding forward to the apex of her thighs.
Vicky's breath hitched as Tyson's fingers made contact with her most intimate area. She expected him to take her then, to claim her.
Instead, Tyson did something that surprised her.
He got down on his knees behind her, his face now level with the curve of her ass. Vicky turned her head, looking down past around her hips with a mixture of confusion and anticipation etched upon her features. "What are you doing?" she questioned.
"I want to taste you again," he said, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to hear you moan my name as I make you come with my mouth."
Vicky's eyes widened at his words, a flush of arousal coloring her cheeks. But she wasn't going to argue with that. She braced herself against the wall once more as she awaited the first touch of Tyson's lips upon her flesh.
Tyson did not make her wait long. He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to the small of her back. His lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake down the curve of her ass and towards the juncture of her thighs.
Vicky's breath caught in her throat as Tyson's mouth finally reached its destination. His tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tasting her with a gentle thoroughness that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
Encouraged by her soft, throaty moans, Tyson increased his efforts. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as his tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds. Vicky's responded with an enthusiasm that was both genuine and overwhelming. Her hips bucked against his face as she sought to drive his tongue deeper.
Tyson's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her in place as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. His tongue circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Vicky's moans grew louder. Her body vibrated with the tension of impending release. "Tyson," she gasped, her voice laced with a desperation that she could no longer contain. "I'm... I'm going to..."
Her words were cut off by a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Tyson held her through it all, his mouth never leaving her as he drew out her climax until she was spent and her body sagging between his grasping hands and the shower wall.
Only then did he rise to his feet. He turned Vicky around to face him, his eyes searching hers for any sign of reluctance. But all he saw there was a profound sense of satisfaction. "I need you," she pleaded.
Tyson's answer was to lift Vicky, pulling her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
Tyson's mouth found Vicky's breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She arched into his touch, her fingers threaded through his hair. His hand slid between their bodies, once more finding Vicky's most sensitive spot. He circled with a teasing touch, drawing breathy moans from her lips.
"Please, give it to me," Vicky gasped, her voice strained with need. "I want to feel you inside me."
He needed no further encouragement. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself. With one long, slow thrust forward, he buried himself to the hilt within her welcoming heat.
A guttural groan escaped Tyson's lips as Vicky's warmth enveloped him. Vicky's reaction was equally intense. Her back arched sharply, pressing her more firmly against the shower wall. Her body trembled as it accepted his length and the accompanying sensation of delicious fullness.
"God, Vicky," Tyson breathed, his voice husky with passion. "You feel incredible."
Vicky could only whimper in response as her fingers dug into his shoulders. She felt stretched, completed, utterly consumed by the man who held her in his arms.
The nanobots that comprised her could shift her inner volume, to accommodate him in ways that defied human biology. But where was the joy in that? Vicky dismissed the thought. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to experience the full spectrum of sensations that came with their connection.
Each of Tyson's thrusts drove Vicky higher, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rolling to take him even deeper with each stroke. The pleasure built within her, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment. She clung to Tyson, her nails dug into his back. His mouth found the curve of her neck, while his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, controlling the pace as they spiraled ever higher toward their mutual release.
Vicky's moans echoed off the tiled walls, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of the falling water. Every nanobot-composed nerve-ending was alight with sensation. Even more, she could feel Tyson's desire, his need, through the Force.
Their movements grew frantic, desperate, as they chased that elusive peak. Tyson's thrusts became harder, deeper, his body slammed into hers with a primal urgency that stole her breath away.
Vicky's world narrowed to the feel of Tyson moving within her, the slick slide of their bodies, and the heat that built between them with every passing second. She was teetering on the edge.
Then, with a final, deep thrust, Tyson sent Vicky over.
She shattered in his arms, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her artificial muscles clenched around him, milking his release from him in a series of powerful contractions. Tyson couldn't stop from following her over the precipice. They clung to each other, their bodies shuddering with shared bliss.
For long moments, they held each other, their ragged breathing the only sound in the steamy confines of the shower stall. Vicky nuzzled into the curve of Tyson's neck, placing soft, reverent kisses along the line of his jaw.
"That was..." she began, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions.
"I know," Tyson murmured, his fingers trailing through her damp hair. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. He marveled at the depth of feeling he saw reflected there.
As they came down from their high, Tyson gently lowered Vicky back to her feet. They stood there, foreheads pressed together as the water continued cascading over them.
Vicky whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down Tyson's spine. "I hope you're not done yet." She paused before adding with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I'm programmed with literally thousands of positions."
"Thousands?" Tyson asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "How is that possible?"
"Let me show you," she said, her voice dripping with promise.
Vicky turned off the water. As she left the shower, her nanobots absorbed the water droplets clinging to her skin. Tyson's suit did the same. They were both left dry and ready for whatever Vicky had planned next.
She took Tyson's hand, leading him out of the bathroom. As they reached the bed, Vicky began to list off some of the positions she had stored in her vast database. "There's the classic missionary, cowgirl, lotus, reverse cowgirl..." She continued counting the erotic possibilities. "spooning, standing dragon, wheelbarrow, piledriver, butterfly, doggy, reverse piledriver, toad, plow, eagle..."
Each position sounded more thrilling than the last, promising new heights of pleasure and intimacy. But as Vicky's litany of lovemaking continued, Tyson felt a growing need.
Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Vicky. He pulled her toward him, his gaze capturing hers with an intensity that took her breath away. "Pick one," he pleaded, his voice husky with need.
Vicky's smile was slow and sensual, her eyes gleaming at Tyson's assertiveness. "I like that tone," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So you want me to be in charge?"
Tyson nodded as Vicky's hand moved lower, tracing the line of his abdominal muscles. "Yes," he said barely more than a whisper.
Vicky's smile widened into something predatory as she gazed at Tyson. "Look at you, giving in to your passions," she purred.
As she spoke, her appearance began to shift, transforming before Tyson's eyes. Her cotton-candy pink hair darkened to jet black, and the disheveled twin buns straightened into a sleek curtain that fell past her shoulders. Her makeup changed as well, the natural tones deepening into dramatic blacks and purples that gave her a dangerous, gothic allure. She had taken on the same dark, edgy look from earlier, but this time there was a hungry edge to her beauty. Tyson inhaled sharply, excited by this darker version of the woman before him. Vicky exuded raw sensuality now, her full lips curled in a smirk.
"Alright," she said, her voice filled with a promise of delights to come. "Let's try 'Reverse Cowgirl.' I saw how much you enjoyed looking at my ass before."
She mounted Tyson, her body facing away from him as she straddled his hips. The new position allowed her to take control, to set the pace and rhythm of their lovemaking, and highlighted the gentle swell of her hips and the toned muscles of her thighs.
She began to move, her hips undulated in a rhythm that drove Tyson wild with desire. His hands found their way to her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as she rode him with an expertise that left him breathless. The sight of her, the feel of her riding him, was almost too much to bear. Her hair cascaded down her back as she lost herself in the moment. Vicky's movements grew more fervent. Tyson's breath hitched in his throat as her internal muscles clenched around him, the sensation threatening to send him over the edge. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the tide of his impending release. He wanted this to last, to savor every moment.
Vicky turned her head, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. The raw hunger he saw there mirrored his own.
Tyson's gaze traveled over her form, drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hardened peaks that begged for his touch. But in this position, he was unable to reach. Instead, his hands cupped and squeezed her ass.
Vicky moaned at his touch. The sound of her voice, filled with need and desire, was music to Tyson's ears.
The tension within Tyson built with each passing second. He could feel the walls of Vicky's sex tightening around him, a sure sign that she, too, was close to the brink.
She increased her pace, her hips pistoning against his as she chased release. Tyson's climax loomed large on the horizon, a tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crash over him.
Crying out, Vicky's body convulsed as her orgasm swept through her. The sensation of her climax triggered Tyson's release, his body arching off the bed as he spilled himself inside her. Their bodies were locked together in a moment of pure ecstasy.
Vicky shuddered with the force of her climax, her inner walls pulsing around Tyson's length. But even as the waves of pleasure crested, she refused to let him withdraw. Instead, she spun around, a feat only possible because of her nanobot form.
Now she faced him in the classic cowgirl position.
Tyson took in the sight of her new position. She had never stopped riding him. Her skin flushed and glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Without breaking eye contact, Vicky rolled her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Gone was the frantic, lust-driven passion of moments before. In its place was something deeper.
Tyson's hands found their way to Vicky's hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her body as she moved above him. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a silken curtain, creating a private world where only they existed. Her lips found Tyson's, and they shared an achingly tender kiss, yet charged with a simmering intensity that threatened to consume them both. Their bodies moved in perfect synch. His hands roamed over Vicky's form, committing every curve, every contour to memory. Her movements grew more purposeful, her hips undulating with a rhythm that was both languid and deeply sensual. She drew out their pleasure, prolonging the moment until it seemed to stretch into eternity.
Their lips met again, and this time, the kiss was a slow, searing exploration of passion and tenderness. Vicky's tongue danced with Tyson's. As their kiss deepened, her movements grew more urgent. Tyson's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, anchoring her to him as they spiraled ever higher toward the precipice of ecstasy.
The tension built between them, a coiling spring threatening to snap at any moment. Tyson could feel the walls of Vicky's sex tightening around him, her body drawing him ever deeper into her depths. She broke their kiss, her eyes locked with his as she rode him with renewed intensity. Her breath came in ragged pants, her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure.
And then, finally, they tumbled over the edge together. Vicky threw her head back in a cry of release. Tyson followed her. His essence poured into her in a series of powerful pulses.
For long moments, they clung to each other. Their bodies trembled with the aftershocks of their shared bliss. Vicky's forehead pressed against Tyson's, their ragged breaths mingling in the scant space between them.
Slowly, gradually, their breathing began to even out, their heartbeats slowing to a more measured pace. Vicky's eyes found Tyson's, and in that moment, no words were needed.
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