Neraida could sense her aunt was close but she wasn't responding to her comlimk. Clicking open the comlink for the fifth time she tries once more.
"Aunt Jaina, its me are you there?"
Silence continued filling the net.
"Aunt Jaina are you there? If you can hear me, come in!"
No dice.
"You've been going at that comlink for a while now, can't you I don't know sense her or something?" quips Joker as he strides up beside the Jedi.
"I can sense she's close but I can't get pin point her location, I'm not that good," she mumbles, disappointment evident in her voice.
"I think you're quite powerful though,"
"Really?" she smiles brightly at the compliment.
"Yeah, I mean you took down Voznyak's alcolyte and that spinning trick you did, totally amazing."
She fought a blush, she was used to boys back in the temple commending her skill with a saber or how quickly her powers develop but its always nice to hear them.
"Thanks, I guess."
"Here, gimme the comlink. I'll have a go with it." offers Joker. "In the meantime lets stop here, maybe your aunt's trying to track us us down so its probably good to stay at a fixed position."
Fiddling with the comlink, he notices the wire connected to the mic was a little loose.
'Must have been the fall.' muses the Imperial. After tightening the wire plug, he takes off the helmet and plugs it onto his ear, all the while unaware of Neraida staring at him. For her it was wierd seeing an unhelmed Stormtrooper, heck it was hard seeing them as people in the first place!
He conducts a blow test first. Satisfied at the vocal feedback he got, Private Joker attempts to get in touch with the girl's aunt.
"Jaina Solo, this is Niner-Zero, respond over."
Almost immediately he got a response from someone on the other end. "This is Jaina. Who is this?"
Looking at the girl he huffs in annoyance. "Your aunt's an idiot."
Thwack!
Neraida angrily smacks him on the forehead with her index and middle finger.
"Ow! Bouncing monkey-lizard, that hurts!" he rubs his forehead.
"That's for calling Aunt Jaina an idiot,"
"I just told her who I was and she asked me 'who is this'." mumbles the trooper. Clicking open the comlink again, he prepares to try again.
"Be nice." warns the Jedi. "Fine!" Joker throws up his arms in indignation.
"Jaina Solo this is Niner-Zero. I have your niece with me, acknowledge over." Military style voice procedure over comms kicking in on instinct.
"I read you. Where is she? Is she safe? You'd better not hurt her or I'll kill you slowly." she hisses venomously in reply.
"Niner-Zero, I roger your warning. We've temporarily formed a truce, she senses you're close by but can't pinpoint your location. Right now we're about three hundred meters away from the river bank heading North, over."
"I'm close by, be there in an hour. Don't go anywhere. Solo out."
Handing back the comlink to Neraida, Joker pops the helmet back on. "All done, charming woman she is."
"Thank you." she smiles, genuinely grateful at the assistance rendered by the Imperial.
He shrugs in reply before resting against a tree.
"Why'd they call you that?" Neraida asks as she sits down facing him.
"What, Joker?"
"Yeah."
"Cos I tell lame jokes," deadpans the trooper with a shrug. "Anyways, your aunt's close by. So we're staying put here. Meantime go get some rest, kid."
"Hey!" Neraida stands to her full height staring the trooper down, hands on her hips. "Who died and put you charge?"
"Pretty much everybody." deadpans Joker, not in a mood for play fight. "Unless you're able to read a map and navigate across the terrain then by all means,"
"Fine!" she crosses her arms.
"Fine!" he copies her movements. They sat there staring each other down, the Private being thankful for the helmet as he takes in the Jedi's physical assets fully brought out by her tight skinsuit.
"Eyes up here, creep,"
"What?"
"I could hear your thoughts from a mile away."
"Can't help you're looking so awfully sexy in that getup," dismisses the trooper causing the Jedi before him to blush for the third time that day. "I've been in the field for almost a month now, do you know what it can do to a healthy, sexually active male like-"
"Eww! Not listening! Not listening!"
The trooper throws his head back and howls with laughter at the Jedi. She's quite a handful but adorable to say the least.
"Relax, I was just playing,"
"Well its not funny!" she screeches in righteous anger. Frakking perv! Joker decides to have more 'fun'. He slides up closer to her and Neraida leans back, terrified of what he might do to her. Her hands reach for her lightsaber but it was too late, she was now face to face with that terrifying skull faced helmet of his now.
"Stay back." she hisses. He slowly unclasps the helm and out it pops revealing a light tanned face with dark brown eyes and lips twisted into a playful, creepy grin.
Shoving the lightsaber handle beneath his chin, her thumb hovers over the activation stud of her saber, "Last warning. Back off. Now." she wasn't playing around. She will kill him if he so much as try to touch her.
"You won't hurt me," whispers the helmetless Stormtrooper, lopsided grin still on his face. They were too close now, too close for either to back off. "And what," she pants angrily, "Makes you think I won't?"
"We have a truce," he sighs before crossing that last mile and capturing her lips on his own.
Her lips were a little dry from the cold mountain winds yet still chewy with her overall taste a lingering jad of mint as well as a little sweetness.
A moan elicited from her spurs him even further, exciting him even more.
Her tongue did absolutely nothing as he explores this attractive little witch allowing him free roam inside. To be honest he had no idea what he was doing, he just wanted to spook her and then go back to lazing around not...this!
He had no intention of kissing her. He blames it on his body breaking down in its ability to control his urges. 21 days in the field is too long and he's found his release. Yet judging from the Jedi arching her back towards him and her little mewls of ecstasy, Joker could daresay she was just as aroused as he was.
Neraida's breath hitches in her throat when he takes her in the lips, eyes widening in disbelief. The nerve of that frakking pervert! First he exposes his...his little friend to her and now this! To make things worse, not only was she arching her back towards him, she was making sounds that only a whore would!
She has to fight back!
Neraida catches him off guard when her tongue suddenly sprang into action, pushing his own out of her mouth. She has him on the backfoot now!
He forcefully breaks off in need of air, causing them both to gasp. "What..what the hell was that?" Neraida asks, still catching her breath, enjoying the fresh mountain air blowing in.
"I..I don't know, but I like it."
"M..me too," Joker tries to capture her lips agaim, softly this time but imagine his surprise when Neraida flips him over till she straddles him with a playful giggle and runs her hands across his cheek. Joker appreciates the glorious view yet he wants more.
He mumbles in protest, causing Neraida to break away.
"W-what did you say?"
"No fair. I..I wanna be on top!" he whines, causing her to giggle. He notices the saber in her hands and takes it with almost no resistance, she simply looks on curious as to his next move. With a soft smile the helmetless trooper clips her saber onto her belt and pats it gently. "There." he says. She crashes right back into him with teeth and tongue and hands.
Both were inexperienced yet both were determined to dominate the other. For the third time they break away, gasping for air yet satisfied. For the first time since meeting her, Private Joker had a good look at the Jedi's face.
"You've got very beautiful eyes," he murmurs and she looks away with an adorable smile. "Thanks," she gushes.
"Was that your first time?" he asks and she nods. "Was it good?" he asks nervously.
A pause. And he was sure his heart stopped for that few moments.
She gave a shy nod. He smiles and kisses her on the cheek. "How many girls have you kissed before me?" she asks.
"Um," he starts slowly. "You're my first kiss as well."
"Get outta here," she scoffs.
"I'm serious. Neraida, I-"
"Nery!?" a familliar voice up ahead causes both of them to quickly untangle themselves from each other.
There, at the top of the dirt track was her Aunt Jaina with a bacta patch around her shoulder and a horrified expression on her face.
"Oh frak!" curses the Jedi.
