Ch 15 escaping

Ursa, Simmons, Toph, Sokka and the water tribe warriors looked up as Appa headed towards their position at full speed.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Ursa muttered.

Upon touch down, everyone jumped off the bison, Wash issuing orders.

"Pack up everything. We leave right now." Wash said.

"What's going on?" Sokka asked.

"We lost." Tucker said.

"The city?" Sokka asked.

"The whole fucking war!" Wash angrily responded.

Everyone moved double time to throw all the supplies into the ships and headed away from the bay, but their moment of reprieve was cruelly cut off.

"Fire nation ships! A ton of them!" a scout reported.

Wash looked with his helmet zoom and dropped his hand from the helmet.

"Wash?" Ursa asked.

"Wash, we need to do something." Simmons said.

"We can't. We can't stop them." Wash muttered, looking at the vast fleet entering the bay, ready to crush the last remnants of resistance.

Tucker also observed the fleet and looked at the water tribe soldiers who were gathering weapons.

"We have a plan for this, so lets get to it. Head towards the nearest fire nation ship, and prepare grappling hooks." Hakoda said, brandishing a sword.

"Wash, snap out of it!" Tucker said, grabbing him and shaking him out of his stupor.

Wash snapped out of his stupor and gulped.

"Right. Head to the nearest fire nation ship. We capture it, and leave the city." Wash said.

They didn't need to move much, as the cruiser headed towards them.

"On the count of 3, 2, 1." Tucker said, holding a grappler hook in his hand and threw it hard. The hook went over the cruiser's edge and snagged onto the metal.

"Everyone, go!" Hakoda urged, holding a sword.

Wash was the first to jump onto the ship, along with the red and blue soldiers.

"Quick and clean. No survivors." Wash ordered.

A door opened, and a fire nation soldier walked out, only for an armored hand to cover his mouth, and a metal blade was shoved in his throat, killing him.

"That was a close on." Wash muttered. "Tucker, take point."

Tucker walked forward, combat knifes in his hand. His motion tracker showed an enemy to his right. Turning, he saw the fire nation soldier shoot a fire ball at him. Tucker ducked and held his arms in front of his face in an X-form, dissipating the blast. When the fire was out, Tucker threw one of the knifes and nailed the soldier in the forehead.

As the troopers cleared the fire nation ship, Hakoda looked at the remaining fire nation fleet, hoping that they wouldn't notice the seizure of one of their ships.

"God, I hope this goes according to plan." Hakoda said.

"We got those troopers on our side. I'm sure they can easily take care of the fire nation troops." Ursa said.

"Come on, red team! We almost got them beat!" Sarge said, as he snapped the neck of an unfortunate sailor who ran into him.

Wash walked down a hallway and opened the door to the captain's room, getting a fireball to the face. It didn't slow him down, and he grabbed the leader and threw him against the wall, killing him.

"You got the ship secure?" Sokka asked, approaching Wash.

"We've got the bilges left. But for now, take the ship into open sea." Wash said.

A full week had passed, and they didn't encounter any fire nation ships. Everyone was sound asleep at night, except Wash.

"It's the middle of the night. What are you up for?" Ursa asked.

"I can't help shake the feeling we're sailing into a trap. We escaped the city, but what if someone saw? They could send a message and have a force of battleships waiting for us." Wash said.

"Maybe. But we're safe from fire nation hands for the moment. Besides, you need to relax for a moment." Ursa said.

Wash exhaled and let his shoulders droop for a second.

"You're right. It's been a couple of days since I slept." Wash admitted.

"Really? You don't look tired." Ursa said.

"I've been trained to fight for days on end. Project Freelancer knew what they were doing, sometimes." Wash said.

"Well, I know how to help you sleep." Ursa said, with a sly smile on her face.

"Do I want to know?" Wash asked.

"You interested or not?" Ursa asked.

Wash followed Ursa into the ship and into her quarters. It was well-made, like the rest of the quarters taken by the ship's crew. Except Griff. For some reason, his quarters were always a mess. Even if they were perfectly clean at the beginning. Wash quit trying to figure it out long ago.

Wash removed his helmet and put it on the nearby table when he was turned around and felt Ursa kiss him. Wash returned the favor, and was pushed into a chair by Ursa. she bent over at him with a sultry smile as she put a finger on his mouth to prevent him from saying a word. "Just sit down and relax." She said as she trailed her finger all the way down and stopped at his crotch, and then she grabbed his crotch and squeeze it to make him groan through his strained face and then unexpectedly she takes both his pants and underwear pants and after that, a bit of his eraction was showing as she pinched her chin. "Hmm, not quite hard enough." Just then something pops in her head. "I know!" With that she backed away in three paces and then she began to move her body erotically like a belly dancer and then she began to strip and the more she stripped, the more his penis grew and with the last piece of her clothing, she was now naked as a newborn and now that his penis hard enough to notice, Ursa came to Washington and said to him. "I think it's high time to take your friend for a ride." With that she positioned her above his cock and lower to have it inside of her and with her shuddering moan, she began to rock him.

Wash only watched in lust as Ursa gyrated her hips on him. He thrusted upward, increasing the friction. The two sloppily kissed each other, crying each other's name's out in full pleasure.