Saturday, October 23, 2010

Skill Training

As I lay there groaning with a dull headache, the door hissed at someone's entrance. Judging by the lack of Klaxxons screaming in my ears, I assumed it was one the few people I associated with. What can I say? I have a healthy distrust of other capsuleers as it were. I know how often I come close to abusing my power, and I've got a fairly strong willpower to resist the urge too (literally, 24 points without implants because I screwed up my neural remap). Even so I find myself slipping from time to time, and I had no doubt that many other capsuleers did too, if not more often and with more glee than I.

I lifted my head and opened my eyes ever so briefly to be greeted by Anjali's stunning figure. Amarr she might be, but racially discriminating and all religious fervor she was not, unlike most other Amarr. As always, she dressed for business. Of course, for a woman of her charms, business for her was using her charms on poor suckers like me. It was, after all, how I'd been convinced to throw Oleysa Petrov down the biomass recycler and take on Anjali as a partner.

I let my head fall back against the cushions and closed my eyes. As pleasing as she was to look at, my head wasn't having any of it. "What do you need, Ms. Subranni?"

She sat down on the couch next to my hips. Resist the charms True, resist. I could picture the seductive yet conniving smile that was her trademark for taking advantage of us males. She leaned across and supported herself with another hand on the other side of me. Her hips pressed gently but firmly into mine, and no doubt she was looking down at me. I knew better than to meet her eyes if I could help it, my hormones would go out of control.

"True, I was just wondering..." she started in that innocent voice of hers, "...I was wondering when I'd get to use the training bandwidth."

"Well, Ms. Subranni, that depends on a large number of things going on, and you know how indecisive I can be sometimes," I replied. "For the time being however, I need to get some weapons training under me, as well as some survival training in relation to shielding. After that, it's a long month of Battlecruiser training." I practically groaned that last one out.

"Why so long?" she whined. It wasn't an annoying whine either. How did she make everything sound appealing? And I had to agree with her: how could something that reshapes your brain and neurons take a whole month to train something? It was absurd that nothing better was available, but it was better than doing it the hard way, which would likely take decades.

"The headaches are getting worse. Every time I get podded, the headaches come back stronger, even if they are only for a few days. At the same time, I can't ignore the recent thirst for combat. So, with that conclusion, I have to train myself to be more combat effective."

Anjali exhaled rather unhappily. She remained sitting next to me however, no doubt concocting something.

Trust me, concocting stuff is what she does. She's brilliant, and devious to say the least. Her sex appeal only highlights those aspects.

"When would you be done training Battlecruiser five?" she asked almost absentmindedly.

"Roughly a month and a half," I replied. "However, depending on how things develop with the 54th, I may require some queue time for my alternate body as well. Don't worry, most of that training will be to three and four, almost no fives, none if I can help it."

"That's only a maybe though?" she asked innocently.

"Only a maybe," I conceded. I had to throw her a compromise, lest she come up with something less pleasing in my favor. She leaned in closer to me, laying her other hand on my neck, massaging it gently and easing some of the tension away. After a minute, she told me to roll over onto my stomach.

I complied. A few seconds later I felt her straddle my lower back as she put her hands to work on my neck, back, and shoulders. Bliss was something I had never known before that moment.

"So in about a month and a half I'll get to use the training queue?" she asked gently. Truly she was a miracle worker with those hands, I felt as if I could pass out from the pleasure.

"Yes," I confirmed. After few moments I thought to ask, "What will you be training towards?"

I felt her weight shift, her long luxurious hair draping around her face and around my head. I felt a light pressure and moisture on my neck. No mistaking it, I wasn't going to get a straight answer with her kissing me. 

Hell, I preferred the necking to straight answers anyways...

I didn't feel the need to continue talking.

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