They both stood there, each holding a gun to the other's heads. The man, clad in camouflaged Kevlar plates and holding a light-machinegun, stood steady, even as the ground shook and voices from his radio shouted at him to retreat. Opposite him, a woman in white armour and wielding a submachine gun, was panting heavily, the bodies of several Militia troopers behind her.
"Damn it! Adam!" a voice shouted over the radio. "The pilot's not risking a pick up. You're on your own!"
"What?!" The man cried out, shocking the woman into almost pulling the trigger.
"Don't move!" She demanded, pushing her gun a tad bit closer to him. To his credit, the man didn't even flinch, just sighed sadly.
"…You might as well shoot." He admitted sadly. "Even if I kill you or you kill me, neither of us are getting off of this planet."
"Bullshit, the IMC won't just abandon people like that." The woman growled.
"They already have… Both sides have begun to retreat." He gave a humourless chuckle. "Hell even my ride out of here just jumped clear."
The woman lowered her weapon. It pained her to admit it, but the IMC fleet was currently commanded by an AI. And they usually weigh the odds based on logic, rather than emotion.
"How long?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper.
"By my count, we've barely got two minutes, tops." He answered.
To her left, she could see ships landing and lifting off in the distance. Likely fuel tankers on a suicide run for the valuable substance. Wait, ships?
"Get up, we're not dead yet." She barked at the man. Not waiting for his response, she already took off running and had already jumped onto a nearby wall, squeezing every bit of speed out of her jump-kit.
To Adam's credit, he caught up quick. While the woman was fast, she was still a bit raw when it came to using the jump-kit. Sprinting alongside her, he decided to ask about the plan.
"Those tankers are probably piloted by MARVs, we get there, shove them out of the way and get the hell out of here!" She shouted over the rushing wind.
"Sounds good!"
The two slid onto a landing pad with only a half-minute remaining. Slamming into the hull, Adam grasped an airlock door and yanked it open, only for the woman to squeeze in before him. A dull thud echoed in the small chamber as Adam sealed the door, allowing the woman to jam her Data-knife into the console and override the compression.
The interior door slid open and the two pilots bolted for the cockpit. Adam yanked a MRVN robot out of the helm, barely registering the sad face on its chest monitor, while his new friend took buckled up in the co-pilot.
"Fifteen seconds!" She announced, sheer panic entering her voice.
"Come on, you stupid thing!" Adam cursed, trying to get the ship to move. "Work for fuck's sake!" he slammed a fist down on the console, causing it to whir to life.
"Ten seconds!"
Adam routed all the power to the jump-drive and engines, ignoring the warnings about life-support. Towards the back of the ship, he could hear the drive building power and jammed the throttle forward whilst yanking the flight-stick back.
"Five!"
The edges of their vision began to blur as the drive reached full power.
"Four!"
In a split second, the sky vanished and was replaced by an uncountable amount of stars against an endless void. Despite the seemingly calm visage, Adam kept the throttle at full power, recalling the warnings from the briefing about the explosion.
"Three!"
The thruster warnings were beginning to blink, so Adam pulled back the thrust a little and turned on power to the rest of the ship.
"Two!"
Adam turned the ship so that they had a view of the unfolding event.
"One."
On the side of the planet, another star was born, just as bright but only lasting for a second. Even from their distance, they could see the shockwave ripple through Demeter's atmosphere. Cracks formed in the crust following the shockwave, tearing entire chunks of the planet free. Within a minute, there would be nothing left of the planet but rocks in an abyss.
Adam barely registered the slight clattering to his left before his helmet was yanked off of his head and was pulled into a heated kiss. His eyes quickly widened before he settled into the kiss, settling his hands on the woman's hips and pulling her closer.
Eve couldn't believe what she was doing.
Not even a minute after they had escaped an exploding planet and here she was making out with what should be her enemy. But it didn't matter to her now, after that death scare she wanted nothing more than to enjoy life. Even if that included ravishing the, admittedly handsome, man whom she almost killed.
Without breaking their lips apart, he pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his waist. One of his hands slid up and down Eve's lithe back, sending shivers down her spine as she dove in deeper. The man slid his other hand downwards towards her behind and gave it a firm squeeze, causing the IMC pilot to gasp in sudden pleasure. He then took this opening to plunge his tongue into her mouth, wrapping it around her own.
Eve couldn't stop the whimper of pleasure as the man explored her mouth, his tongue brushing over hers and licking over gums. Without even realising it, she ground her crotch into his, eliciting a similar groan of pleasure from him. However, the good times had to end as Eve felt her lungs burning from a lack of air.
As much as it pained her to, Eve had to break away from the make-out session to soothe her aching lungs, a strand of saliva briefly stretching between them. Panting like a dog, her breath misting in the cool air, Eve leaned down into the Militia pilot to rest her head on his broad chest and listened to it thumping like a drum.
Adam had to admit, if this woman had intended to kill him, he would be dead five times over now. Now looking at her rest against his heart, he couldn't possibly see her as an enemy. Truth be told, he never had much experience with the fairer half of the human race. Hell it'd almost gotten to the point where he didn't even bother trying anymore.
This train of thought eventually lead him to something they should rather address.
"Y'know, if you want to keep going, I think we should at least know what to call each other, right?" He asked gently. Looking back down at her, he saw her stormy blue eyes peeking through her vibrant red hair and the slight smirk that told him to go first. He chuckled lightly at the unspoken command. "Adam."
Her smirk grew into a full-blown smile, complete with pearly-white teeth, as she briefly shook with inaudible laughter. "I'm Eve."
Adam instantly understood her laughter and even chuffed a little himself.
"You realise that this ship only has one bed… right?" She winked at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and drawing herself closer for quick, chaste kiss against his unshaven face. Adam responded by hooking his arm under her knees and picking her up in a princess carry.
"Then it'd be a shame to let it go to waste." He whispered, latching onto her lips again.
Once the door to the bedroom closed, the MARV that was tossed aside during launch settled back into the pilot seat, a smiley face now emblazoned on its chest.
AN: Hey people, this is just a little oneshot I came up with some time ago. If enough people like it, I might even write another oneshot continuing for these characters.