I Feel the Need... (Rigel Cup 2390)

The night before...
Rigel System
Starbase 134
The Night before the Rigel Cup

Authors: Eoghan O'Connor (played by Eilis Ross), Nara (played by Alenis Meru)


Sauntering into the bar, Nara looked like she was there to have a good time. But the Blue Eagles didn't rely on luck to win, and one of their assets was superior intelligence. And, when it came to gathering intelligence on cocky flyboys, Nara was definitely their biggest asset. She peered across the bar, sizing up her targets. There were a few teams gathered at tables, but while she could no doubt get their attention, she worked best when her targets were alone.

Sitting at the bar, she found her prey. A tall human, drinking alone. He looked like a flyboy -- somehow, Nara was able to tell. Seeing an empty bar stool next to him, she took advantage of the opportunity, sitting down next to the man and ordering herself a samarian sunset. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed her target and subtle things like his choice of drink, his body movements, and his fixation on the entertainment screens, building up a veritable psychological profile on him before either of them spoke one word to the other.

As the bartender placed the drink in front of her, she nodded in appreciation and slipped a small vial into her drink, a little chemical which would counteract her pheromone inhibitors. If things worked as well as she hoped, it would be the last drink that she would buy that night. She took a sip of the mediocre drink. "Mmmmm, that's so good!" she exclaimed, getting the attention of the man seated beside her.

"Hi, I'm Nara," she said in a sweet and somewhat sultry voice. "What are you drinking?"

Eoghan ignored the woman for a moment as he tossed back the short of whiskey he'd been given and gently tapped it on the bar to indicate that he wanted more. The pilot knew that he had to be careful, he was expecting the call any day soon to join an elite group but until then...what was the harm in a little bit of fun.

On the subject of a little bit of fun, Eoghan finally turned his seat a little to look the woman who had approached him from head to toe. She was a cute little thing...He could very easily see where the confidence lay, he had yet to meet an Orion girl who wasn't confident in her looks and...abilities...This could turn out to be fun.

"Whiskey....Has quite a kick if you ain't used to it Sugar."

"Ah, an Earther," she replied, leaning over slightly to look down at the clear brown liquid swirling in the glass, and, of course, give her target a bit of a view. "You're far from home, and you don't look like the typical Starfleet dweeb. Are you here to watch the races?"

Eoghan’s eyes drank in his fill before his navy blue eyes looked up to stare into the depths of the girl’s black ones. “Watch the races perhaps but if the coin is flipped on the right side, I may yet end up actually getting to take part.”

"Ooooh, a flyboy!" exclaimed Nara. Target acquired. "I love these aerobatic competitions, just the power and the speed is so... exhilarating," she said, emphasizing the last word in a sexy voice. "What team are you with? Tyson's Tigers, perhaps?"

Eoghan couldn't wipe the smirk from his face at the alien's response. It was a very well known fact that women trailed the pilots around the circuits, bunny boilers was the word he's heard use. The excitement and the exhilaration that the drivers felt during their matches; the woman were a good value to drive it all through. "Delta Squad, actually. You have a favorite do you?"

"Well, I am a fan of the Blue Eagles," she replied. Technically it wasn't a lie. "Delta Squad, is that the team from Starfleet Academy this year?" she asked, knowing that the answer already. While the academy teams hadn't won since the days of Nick Locarno's Nova Squadron, they were getting better and better every year. The more intelligence she could use her unique talents to gather tonght, the better of a situation she would be in tomorrow. "What are you running this year? Raptors? Peregrines? Valkyries?"

Raising his eyebrow at the question, Eoghan tilted his head to the side as his fingers gently caressed his glass, "Now why would you be bothering your pretty little mind with information like that? All you need to know is that this year we are guaranteed a win..."

Taking a sip of his whiskey, the pilot studied the woman a brief moment more, "You could put those lips to a lot better work than asking questions you know sugar?"

Nara smiled mischeviously. "Perhaps. But nothing gets me in the mood like a man telling me about his fighter."

Laughing at this, Eoghan moved in closer as he moved his cold fingers from his glass and traced them along the length of the Nara’s arm. “There’s a lot more to a man then his fighter sweetheart. There’s also a lot more to use to get you in the mood.”

"Oh?" asked Nara, raising an eyebrow. She decided that if he wasn't going to talk freely, she would have to go to plan B. She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, whispering in his ear. "I might like to see that..."

As a smile broadened across Eoghan’s lips, a twinkle entered his eyes as he threw back the last of his whiskey. “Your place or mine? I’ll arrange the ice...”

"Yours," whispered Nara, running her left hand down Eoghan's arm and reaching for the rest of her drink with the other.

Eoghan’s Quarters

As Eoghan lead the Orion by the hand, he spun her around once the door had closed and pinned her up against the bulkhead, “Now....you were saying sugar?”

By now, Nara's pheromones were in full effect. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the power in Eoghan's muscles pinning her against the wall. "Kiss me, flyboy," she said softly and lustfully.

Eoghan growled low in his throat as he felt the female’s body against his and heard her words in his ear. Moving his head, the flyboy trapped Nara’s lips against his as he used his lips and gently nips of his teeth to extract a response.

Passionately, Nara kissed Eoghan back, as she tried to reach for her secret weapon. With Eoghan pinning her against the wall, she offered no more than a token playful resistance, hesitant to ruin the mood and spoil the entire operation. "Flyboy," she said during a break in the action, "Release my arms, I want to show you something."

Smiling against the Orion’s lips, Eoghan playfully tightened his hold on her wrists before releasing them from his grip. “Promises promises promises...If you don’t make good on your promise then I’ll have to use more than my hands next time sugar.”

"Oh, I promise you won't forget this for a long time," replied Nara, a smile beginning to appear on her face as she reached for his shirt. With animal-like passion, she pulled the front of it apart, sending the buttons of the dress shirt flying in every which direction. After pausing for a moment to admire his physique, she pushed her hands underneath his shirt and around his back, running them up and down his spine as she kissed him gently on the neck, then again and again, moving steadily towards his mouth.

Eoghan felt his legs begin to buckle as his hands moved around to cup Nara’s from behind and pull her in hard against him. Arching his neck back to give her better access, his breathing became more laboured as the passion flowed through his veins. “You’ll...” the pilot gasped as she hit a spot and tried to think of what he’d wanted to say. “You’ll need to do better....”

"Oh, flyboy," she said, before going in for one last passionate kiss. Pulling one of her hands away from her target, she reached into a small pocket for a miniature hypospray. "I'm so sorry," she said, injecting him on the neck with a fast-acting sedative.

As Eoghan felt the coldness against his neck, it took a moment for the sensation to register. “Wh...” Not even able to open his eyes or finished his words, the pilot crumbled to the ground in an unconscious state.

"Works every time," muttered Nara as she went to work. Looking around the room, she spotted a couple PADDs on the nightstand, no doubt containing some highly prized intelligence on Delta Squad and their routine. After doing a quick search of the room for any additional documentation, including picking the lock and rummaging through his vault, she looked back to the pilot passed out on the ground. It was almost too easy.