01-26-2011, 05:05 AM
Falconer’s enthusiasm prompted a shuffling of the comrades as they began to prepare for the journey to the ship. The ship, supposedly, would fly them cleanly up to the Grand Ship Myreen, where they would commence their suicide mission.
“Everybody… uh,” Juno started, attempting to sound as leader-ish as possible, “…everybody go and… make necessary preparations. We’ll all meet on the landing pad in, say, thirty minutes or so? Then we’ve got to get going. Our time is running pretty short.” Mal Nova didn’t take long to oblige, and was the first one to leave, followed by Falconer, who was eager to go make sure his robotic suit was ready for transport. Vad turned to leave.
“I think that guy’s suspicious of me,” Juliet whispered in Juno’s ear, gesticulating toward Vad. The hybrid glanced at his feminine comrade.
“What could’ve given you that idea?” he responded, rolling his eyes to accentuate the sarcasm. It wouldn’t have been necessary; his comment had practically been dripping in sarcasm — Juliet would’ve been a true fool if she’d missed it.
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” the purple-haired girl decided out loud.
“…you really think that’s a good idea?” Juno asked.
“I mean, we’ve got to trust each other, right? Be able to come together as a team, and all of that shit?” she shrugged, and before Juno could even think about trying to stop her, she had nodded her head decisively and begun the trek toward Vad, preparing to make sure her actions during the rebellion hadn’t caused any… well, for lack of a better term, hard feelings between them.
Fuck, Juno cursed.
If he were to be honest, Juno didn’t particularly agree with Juliet that attempting to smooth things over with Vad — if, of course, there was anything to smooth over at all — was the best idea, at least not right now. Of course, she was right; they would need to all be able to coalesce well, as a team, to get the job done, but perhaps that didn’t have much credence to the hybrid because he had never, in the first place, believed that the job would, in fact, get done.
Or, perhaps, it had something to do with the ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’ philosophy that Juno normally adopted. Juliet, on the contrary, seemed to be taking the ‘burn the bridge down as soon as possible’ approach.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That quote counted itself among Juno’s preferred sayings, and at the moment, it seemed particularly relevant. The hybrid’s eyes rolled to look at Juliet, who still stood locked in conversation with Vad, as she had been for several minutes, now. Surprisingly enough, from the looks of it, Zulenka’s most recent comment had extended beyond what Juno had grown used to with the black-haired man; he appeared to be steadily providing input into the discussion, something that hadn’t been an ability the half-Saiyan would’ve believed the full-blood possessed.
Juliet, it seemed, did not place as much merit into this discovery — she refrained from replying — as she spun toward Juno, walking briskly across the room. Her brow furrowed angrily, and her fists clenched tightly; Vad did not seem to have been all that affected by their conversation as he turned to leave rather abruptly but without a hostile expression like Juliet’s on his face, so Juno chocked it up to the fact that Juliet was, in fact, a woman. The hybrid bit his lip; whatever the full-blooded Saiyan had taken such an extended (for him, at least) amount of time to say seemed to have set off the purple-haired vixen’s nerves.
“Something wrong, princess?” the hybrid scoffed, daringly. Amusement did not even think to cross Juliet’s face; it looked as if the human girl did not desire to grace his sarcastic comment with even so much as a chuckle, or a girlish giggle. No; she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. At this point, the hybrid became exponentially more concerned for his own well-being — his comment had been in jest, but the violet-haired girl’s temper outweighed any sense of reason or amiability she had possessed before.
“You’d be wise to watch your tongue,” she spat back, sliding into a seat with a furious vigor. The hybrid stifled a laugh — this was the Juliet he remembered from Central City, the one with spark, and fervor. Her newly-crippled frame gave little justice to the fire that flowed through her blood-stream.
“That’s right, order me around,” the hybrid smirked, “because you’re totally in a position to do that.” He slid into the seat next to her, and sat his elbows on the table. Silence engulfed them for several seconds — during which the hybrid took up, once again, the practice of twiddling his thumbs — before the intricate mind of his female companion (his only female companion, he’d noticed regrettably) formulated what she might’ve considered an apt reply.
“Don’t, Juno,” she mustered. The hybrid, once again, held back a giggle; was that the best she could come up with? She continued, “You might be the leader of this… team, but don’t think for one second you’re going to get away with — ”
“Treating you like crap?” Juno interrupted, and Juliet let out a lengthy sigh before nodding. “Juliet,” Juno began, “You’re my convicted felon ex-girlfriend. I’m pretty sure that it’s socially acceptable for me to treat you like crap.” He smiled, to make sure the joking intent of the comment got across, and the purple-haired girl just looked up at him, laughing weakly.
The hybrid looked away from her, chuckling a bit, as well. “You know what?” he said, just loud enough so that she could hear, “You’re not so bad after all, doll.”
Juliet’s face grew red; it seemed that using the word ‘doll’ to describe had a pretty embarrassing result, even if the room was empty. The laughter subsided rather quickly, but the smile didn’t leave the girl’s face; Juno turned to her, and without thinking about it any more, leaned in and kissed her.
The touch of her lips to his wasn’t unfamiliar — no, he’d done this before — but this time, something new brightened the experience. He let himself sink into the moment, reaching up and gently letting his fingers touch her cheek, before he pulled back; and then, he didn’t know whether or not to feel guilty or exhilarated. That might not have been what she had wanted (as if that had stopped him before); but, then, again, she hadn’t fought him at all. It turned out that his fears, however small they may have been, were unfounded, because she took only a few seconds’ pause before feeling urged to stand up, and sit on the table, leaning down and kissing him. He stood from his chair, and fumbled to place his hands on her waist — it was difficult with his eyes closed — as he let the kiss dwell, growing in passion with each passing second.
Her gentle, delicate hand brushed up his arm, fiddling with the fabric of his coat. She tugged — ever so lightly — on the sleeve of the pea-coat, and Juno followed this physical stimulus almost robotically, shrugging his shoulders and letting the jacket fall off of him, to his feet. He broke the kiss, stepping back and smiling in satisfaction. He didn’t know what was going on, but this felt so right — back in her embrace. Almost as if fate had brought them together again, at their lowest points.
He pulled off his long-sleeve black shirt, dropping it into the pile with his coat. Juliet reached toward him, letting her fingers graze his abdomen gently as he bit his lip, holding back the heat building up inside him. It had been a while since he’d felt like this — since he’d done this, actually. Normally, he tried to make this a common occurrence, but he either hadn’t been lucky or hadn’t been willing to make an effort in the past several months. Suddenly, though, all the wheels were turning; all the pieces seemed to fit; and right now, he felt complete.
Thoughts of getting caught — not just by his teammates, but by anyone in the complex — began racing through his head, and he shot a glance across the conference room. “Hold on,” he muttered to Juliet as she attempted to pull him in closer. He kicked off his shoes and ran across the room, closing the door to the conference room and pulling the blinds shut.
I feel, he thought whimsically, gazing over his shoulder at Juliet, who was lifting her own shirt off and tossing it into the pile with Juno’s clothes, like a teenager again. He couldn’t deny the youthful, almost fairytale circumstances that surrounded this particular encounter. Firstly, there was the stigma of getting caught, which reminded him vaguely of finding awkward times or places for sex in his younger years, and secondly, there was the general romance of it all — it hadn’t been preplanned, but rather, driven purely by whatever hormones they had left.
As the hybrid crossed back to her, Juliet slid her pants off and let them fall to the conference room floor. She scooted back onto the table, and Juno climbed atop it, straddling her hips as she laid back onto the shining glass. He kissed her stomach, and she moaned musically, letting her eyes slip closed. Her hands carefully stroked Juno’s hair, gripping it more tightly with every second he kissed her exposed abdomen. Eventually, she clutched his black mop viciously, and yanked his head to be parallel with hers. His clothed crotch — still covered by the form-fitting underwear he wore — pressed into hers, and he felt a surge of adrenaline flow into him. She pulled his face into hers and kissed him hungrily, letting her lips mingle with his own.
“Juliet — ” he exhaled gently, through the kiss; it was one of the most meaningful he had ever been a part of, but he didn’t know why. The most logical reason, he considered, was that he knew that this mission wasn’t going to end well — so, now that he had a chance to experience, perhaps for the last time, one of the universe’s greatest pleasures, why give up the chance?
Still, a troubling thought plagued his mind — what if this wasn’t what they needed to be doing? They were arguably two of the most powerful warriors the militia had to offer, and they were almost fucking each other on a conference table? Shouldn’t they be out there fighting, or… at least… preparing to fight? That was probably what Vad was doing, and what Falconer was doing — even that Namek. Juno, though, had been taken over by his more… primal instincts.
Abruptly, Juliet’s fingers slipping beneath the brim of his boxer-briefs interrupted these thoughts, almost washing away his doubts; he began to trembled, but through his heavy breathing, he managed to spit out what he was trying to say: “Juliet,” he moaned, “Juliet, I… shouldn’t we be… getting read to lift off?”
Juliet giggled. “I guess — maybe,” she muttered, letting her fingers run through Juno’s hair again, “But — we can finish quick, right?” Juno hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps all they needed was to speed the process up a bit? He was pretty much ready to move on, save for the fact that he still had a layer of clothing on, as did she. As if she’d read his mind, she took the fingers that had been stroking him and began to slide his underwear down his legs. Eventually, that was off, and had joined the pile of clothes below.
Juno leaned down and kissed Juliet’s neck, letting the burning sensation inside of him bubble up, fiddling with the strap of her bra. He had consigned himself to savor this good feeling — for however long it could possibly last.
Is this what euphoria feels like?
The hybrid bobbed back and forth on his heels as he and Juliet walked, rather casually considering what had just occurred between them, down the hallway. They hadn’t spoken much after the act had finished — just enough to express their satisfaction and inform the other how ‘great’ they were, then get dressed again. There wasn’t any use, Juliet had said, at showing up at the launch pad naked.
Juno wasn’t quite sure of the etiquette — it hadn’t been long ago that he had loathed this girl, and suddenly, he was sleeping with her all over again? He supposed that nothing had exactly been outlined, and no committed relationship had been agreed upon, so he left himself to assume this was a one-time thing. He didn’t exactly know why he was dwelling on this, though; his death, he knew, was imminent. Somehow, though, fucking Juliet that one last time had served to bring a glimmer of hope into these dark circumstances.
One thought did pop into his mind that actually had some relevance, no matter whether or not they lived or died — since this was, effectively, a one night (day?) stand, was he required to keep it a secret? He supposed that he would, just in case.
They arrived at the launch pad without another word, and without delay; they weren’t the first ones there, though. All three of their other team mates had already arrived, and were waiting for them to get going. Juno’s stomach sank a bit — perhaps, then, he had been right when he’d thought having sex wasn’t exactly a productive use of his time.
“Sooo,” Robert said, looking up at the two new arrivals, “Where have you guys been?”
“Uh,” Juno muttered.
“We were talking,” Juliet snapped, for whatever reason having taken a dislike to Falconer. Juno shot her a glance — the guy had some robotic mega-suit, according to his file, which meant that he was in the hybrid’s good books.
“My armor is taking up most of the back cargo space, so there’s not much room for weapons, but if you guys are anything like Vad, you won’t need them,” Falconer commented.
Juno nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed, “The cargo’s not much use to us. We can hold our own without the big guns.” Having said that, the hybrid glanced around — Zulenka, the Saiyan, glared at Juliet for a brief second before turning and boarding the ship. Juno followed him next, and took a seat near the back. Robert Falconer slid into a seat a few rows up, near Vad — but not too awful close — and Mal Nova sat in the very back of the shuttle. Lastly, Juliet took the seat next to Juno, covertly laying her hand on top of his.
…I’m definitely going to have to get out of this alive.
A buzzing could be heard all around them as the hover-craft began to take off, and a slight jerk knocked the passengers off balance for a second as it took off, heading upward into the Namekian sky, above Ja City, and toward the Grand Ship Myreen. Breathing, and attempting to let his nerves calm, Juno turned to Juliet. “This,” he said anxiously, “is going to be fucking epic.”
“Motherfucking epic, Juno,” Juliet nodded, squeezing his hand and moving her face closer to his — just close enough to tease him — “motherfucking epic.”
Several minutes passed, without incident. The ship flew smoothly after that initial jerk, and through the side windows, Juno and Juliet watched the ongoing siege of Ja City — most of it had subsided thanks to Vad’s efforts, but a few smaller battles continued to be waged.
All of a sudden, the hybrid flew into a vision, activated by his Foresight — he snapped back into reality, and stood from his seat, and attempted, as quickly as he could, to warn the pilot at the head of the ship: “Go down!”
It was too late, though — they were too close to the ship, and the pilot had no time to evade the lime green blast of energy that ripped through the ship; Juno grasped Juliet by the waste and flew her out of the way of the disintegration beam, watching as Vad took Falconer by the arm and flew him out. His prototype armor, thankfully, was saved, and Vad quickly helped him get inside of it, prepping for whatever battle was about to occur. Juno didn’t see Mal Nova’s escape, but somehow, the Namekian ended up hovering not too far from him.
Six alien drones, possibly piloted by the humanoid aliens themselves, whizzed out of the Grand Ship, hovering just a few yards away from the militia warriors; Juno let go of Juliet’s waste and launched a Pop at them, but it quickly flew off to one side, letting the violet blast of ki graze the mothership’s surface, instead. “Shit,” the hybrid cursed to himself, “…this is their most advanced, stable stealth system? So much for that.”
“Everybody… uh,” Juno started, attempting to sound as leader-ish as possible, “…everybody go and… make necessary preparations. We’ll all meet on the landing pad in, say, thirty minutes or so? Then we’ve got to get going. Our time is running pretty short.” Mal Nova didn’t take long to oblige, and was the first one to leave, followed by Falconer, who was eager to go make sure his robotic suit was ready for transport. Vad turned to leave.
“I think that guy’s suspicious of me,” Juliet whispered in Juno’s ear, gesticulating toward Vad. The hybrid glanced at his feminine comrade.
“What could’ve given you that idea?” he responded, rolling his eyes to accentuate the sarcasm. It wouldn’t have been necessary; his comment had practically been dripping in sarcasm — Juliet would’ve been a true fool if she’d missed it.
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” the purple-haired girl decided out loud.
“…you really think that’s a good idea?” Juno asked.
“I mean, we’ve got to trust each other, right? Be able to come together as a team, and all of that shit?” she shrugged, and before Juno could even think about trying to stop her, she had nodded her head decisively and begun the trek toward Vad, preparing to make sure her actions during the rebellion hadn’t caused any… well, for lack of a better term, hard feelings between them.
Fuck, Juno cursed.
If he were to be honest, Juno didn’t particularly agree with Juliet that attempting to smooth things over with Vad — if, of course, there was anything to smooth over at all — was the best idea, at least not right now. Of course, she was right; they would need to all be able to coalesce well, as a team, to get the job done, but perhaps that didn’t have much credence to the hybrid because he had never, in the first place, believed that the job would, in fact, get done.
Or, perhaps, it had something to do with the ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’ philosophy that Juno normally adopted. Juliet, on the contrary, seemed to be taking the ‘burn the bridge down as soon as possible’ approach.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That quote counted itself among Juno’s preferred sayings, and at the moment, it seemed particularly relevant. The hybrid’s eyes rolled to look at Juliet, who still stood locked in conversation with Vad, as she had been for several minutes, now. Surprisingly enough, from the looks of it, Zulenka’s most recent comment had extended beyond what Juno had grown used to with the black-haired man; he appeared to be steadily providing input into the discussion, something that hadn’t been an ability the half-Saiyan would’ve believed the full-blood possessed.
Juliet, it seemed, did not place as much merit into this discovery — she refrained from replying — as she spun toward Juno, walking briskly across the room. Her brow furrowed angrily, and her fists clenched tightly; Vad did not seem to have been all that affected by their conversation as he turned to leave rather abruptly but without a hostile expression like Juliet’s on his face, so Juno chocked it up to the fact that Juliet was, in fact, a woman. The hybrid bit his lip; whatever the full-blooded Saiyan had taken such an extended (for him, at least) amount of time to say seemed to have set off the purple-haired vixen’s nerves.
“Something wrong, princess?” the hybrid scoffed, daringly. Amusement did not even think to cross Juliet’s face; it looked as if the human girl did not desire to grace his sarcastic comment with even so much as a chuckle, or a girlish giggle. No; she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. At this point, the hybrid became exponentially more concerned for his own well-being — his comment had been in jest, but the violet-haired girl’s temper outweighed any sense of reason or amiability she had possessed before.
“You’d be wise to watch your tongue,” she spat back, sliding into a seat with a furious vigor. The hybrid stifled a laugh — this was the Juliet he remembered from Central City, the one with spark, and fervor. Her newly-crippled frame gave little justice to the fire that flowed through her blood-stream.
“That’s right, order me around,” the hybrid smirked, “because you’re totally in a position to do that.” He slid into the seat next to her, and sat his elbows on the table. Silence engulfed them for several seconds — during which the hybrid took up, once again, the practice of twiddling his thumbs — before the intricate mind of his female companion (his only female companion, he’d noticed regrettably) formulated what she might’ve considered an apt reply.
“Don’t, Juno,” she mustered. The hybrid, once again, held back a giggle; was that the best she could come up with? She continued, “You might be the leader of this… team, but don’t think for one second you’re going to get away with — ”
“Treating you like crap?” Juno interrupted, and Juliet let out a lengthy sigh before nodding. “Juliet,” Juno began, “You’re my convicted felon ex-girlfriend. I’m pretty sure that it’s socially acceptable for me to treat you like crap.” He smiled, to make sure the joking intent of the comment got across, and the purple-haired girl just looked up at him, laughing weakly.
The hybrid looked away from her, chuckling a bit, as well. “You know what?” he said, just loud enough so that she could hear, “You’re not so bad after all, doll.”
Juliet’s face grew red; it seemed that using the word ‘doll’ to describe had a pretty embarrassing result, even if the room was empty. The laughter subsided rather quickly, but the smile didn’t leave the girl’s face; Juno turned to her, and without thinking about it any more, leaned in and kissed her.
The touch of her lips to his wasn’t unfamiliar — no, he’d done this before — but this time, something new brightened the experience. He let himself sink into the moment, reaching up and gently letting his fingers touch her cheek, before he pulled back; and then, he didn’t know whether or not to feel guilty or exhilarated. That might not have been what she had wanted (as if that had stopped him before); but, then, again, she hadn’t fought him at all. It turned out that his fears, however small they may have been, were unfounded, because she took only a few seconds’ pause before feeling urged to stand up, and sit on the table, leaning down and kissing him. He stood from his chair, and fumbled to place his hands on her waist — it was difficult with his eyes closed — as he let the kiss dwell, growing in passion with each passing second.
Her gentle, delicate hand brushed up his arm, fiddling with the fabric of his coat. She tugged — ever so lightly — on the sleeve of the pea-coat, and Juno followed this physical stimulus almost robotically, shrugging his shoulders and letting the jacket fall off of him, to his feet. He broke the kiss, stepping back and smiling in satisfaction. He didn’t know what was going on, but this felt so right — back in her embrace. Almost as if fate had brought them together again, at their lowest points.
He pulled off his long-sleeve black shirt, dropping it into the pile with his coat. Juliet reached toward him, letting her fingers graze his abdomen gently as he bit his lip, holding back the heat building up inside him. It had been a while since he’d felt like this — since he’d done this, actually. Normally, he tried to make this a common occurrence, but he either hadn’t been lucky or hadn’t been willing to make an effort in the past several months. Suddenly, though, all the wheels were turning; all the pieces seemed to fit; and right now, he felt complete.
Thoughts of getting caught — not just by his teammates, but by anyone in the complex — began racing through his head, and he shot a glance across the conference room. “Hold on,” he muttered to Juliet as she attempted to pull him in closer. He kicked off his shoes and ran across the room, closing the door to the conference room and pulling the blinds shut.
I feel, he thought whimsically, gazing over his shoulder at Juliet, who was lifting her own shirt off and tossing it into the pile with Juno’s clothes, like a teenager again. He couldn’t deny the youthful, almost fairytale circumstances that surrounded this particular encounter. Firstly, there was the stigma of getting caught, which reminded him vaguely of finding awkward times or places for sex in his younger years, and secondly, there was the general romance of it all — it hadn’t been preplanned, but rather, driven purely by whatever hormones they had left.
As the hybrid crossed back to her, Juliet slid her pants off and let them fall to the conference room floor. She scooted back onto the table, and Juno climbed atop it, straddling her hips as she laid back onto the shining glass. He kissed her stomach, and she moaned musically, letting her eyes slip closed. Her hands carefully stroked Juno’s hair, gripping it more tightly with every second he kissed her exposed abdomen. Eventually, she clutched his black mop viciously, and yanked his head to be parallel with hers. His clothed crotch — still covered by the form-fitting underwear he wore — pressed into hers, and he felt a surge of adrenaline flow into him. She pulled his face into hers and kissed him hungrily, letting her lips mingle with his own.
“Juliet — ” he exhaled gently, through the kiss; it was one of the most meaningful he had ever been a part of, but he didn’t know why. The most logical reason, he considered, was that he knew that this mission wasn’t going to end well — so, now that he had a chance to experience, perhaps for the last time, one of the universe’s greatest pleasures, why give up the chance?
Still, a troubling thought plagued his mind — what if this wasn’t what they needed to be doing? They were arguably two of the most powerful warriors the militia had to offer, and they were almost fucking each other on a conference table? Shouldn’t they be out there fighting, or… at least… preparing to fight? That was probably what Vad was doing, and what Falconer was doing — even that Namek. Juno, though, had been taken over by his more… primal instincts.
Abruptly, Juliet’s fingers slipping beneath the brim of his boxer-briefs interrupted these thoughts, almost washing away his doubts; he began to trembled, but through his heavy breathing, he managed to spit out what he was trying to say: “Juliet,” he moaned, “Juliet, I… shouldn’t we be… getting read to lift off?”
Juliet giggled. “I guess — maybe,” she muttered, letting her fingers run through Juno’s hair again, “But — we can finish quick, right?” Juno hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps all they needed was to speed the process up a bit? He was pretty much ready to move on, save for the fact that he still had a layer of clothing on, as did she. As if she’d read his mind, she took the fingers that had been stroking him and began to slide his underwear down his legs. Eventually, that was off, and had joined the pile of clothes below.
Juno leaned down and kissed Juliet’s neck, letting the burning sensation inside of him bubble up, fiddling with the strap of her bra. He had consigned himself to savor this good feeling — for however long it could possibly last.
~ + ~
Is this what euphoria feels like?
The hybrid bobbed back and forth on his heels as he and Juliet walked, rather casually considering what had just occurred between them, down the hallway. They hadn’t spoken much after the act had finished — just enough to express their satisfaction and inform the other how ‘great’ they were, then get dressed again. There wasn’t any use, Juliet had said, at showing up at the launch pad naked.
Juno wasn’t quite sure of the etiquette — it hadn’t been long ago that he had loathed this girl, and suddenly, he was sleeping with her all over again? He supposed that nothing had exactly been outlined, and no committed relationship had been agreed upon, so he left himself to assume this was a one-time thing. He didn’t exactly know why he was dwelling on this, though; his death, he knew, was imminent. Somehow, though, fucking Juliet that one last time had served to bring a glimmer of hope into these dark circumstances.
One thought did pop into his mind that actually had some relevance, no matter whether or not they lived or died — since this was, effectively, a one night (day?) stand, was he required to keep it a secret? He supposed that he would, just in case.
They arrived at the launch pad without another word, and without delay; they weren’t the first ones there, though. All three of their other team mates had already arrived, and were waiting for them to get going. Juno’s stomach sank a bit — perhaps, then, he had been right when he’d thought having sex wasn’t exactly a productive use of his time.
“Sooo,” Robert said, looking up at the two new arrivals, “Where have you guys been?”
“Uh,” Juno muttered.
“We were talking,” Juliet snapped, for whatever reason having taken a dislike to Falconer. Juno shot her a glance — the guy had some robotic mega-suit, according to his file, which meant that he was in the hybrid’s good books.
“My armor is taking up most of the back cargo space, so there’s not much room for weapons, but if you guys are anything like Vad, you won’t need them,” Falconer commented.
Juno nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed, “The cargo’s not much use to us. We can hold our own without the big guns.” Having said that, the hybrid glanced around — Zulenka, the Saiyan, glared at Juliet for a brief second before turning and boarding the ship. Juno followed him next, and took a seat near the back. Robert Falconer slid into a seat a few rows up, near Vad — but not too awful close — and Mal Nova sat in the very back of the shuttle. Lastly, Juliet took the seat next to Juno, covertly laying her hand on top of his.
…I’m definitely going to have to get out of this alive.
A buzzing could be heard all around them as the hover-craft began to take off, and a slight jerk knocked the passengers off balance for a second as it took off, heading upward into the Namekian sky, above Ja City, and toward the Grand Ship Myreen. Breathing, and attempting to let his nerves calm, Juno turned to Juliet. “This,” he said anxiously, “is going to be fucking epic.”
“Motherfucking epic, Juno,” Juliet nodded, squeezing his hand and moving her face closer to his — just close enough to tease him — “motherfucking epic.”
Several minutes passed, without incident. The ship flew smoothly after that initial jerk, and through the side windows, Juno and Juliet watched the ongoing siege of Ja City — most of it had subsided thanks to Vad’s efforts, but a few smaller battles continued to be waged.
All of a sudden, the hybrid flew into a vision, activated by his Foresight — he snapped back into reality, and stood from his seat, and attempted, as quickly as he could, to warn the pilot at the head of the ship: “Go down!”
It was too late, though — they were too close to the ship, and the pilot had no time to evade the lime green blast of energy that ripped through the ship; Juno grasped Juliet by the waste and flew her out of the way of the disintegration beam, watching as Vad took Falconer by the arm and flew him out. His prototype armor, thankfully, was saved, and Vad quickly helped him get inside of it, prepping for whatever battle was about to occur. Juno didn’t see Mal Nova’s escape, but somehow, the Namekian ended up hovering not too far from him.
Six alien drones, possibly piloted by the humanoid aliens themselves, whizzed out of the Grand Ship, hovering just a few yards away from the militia warriors; Juno let go of Juliet’s waste and launched a Pop at them, but it quickly flew off to one side, letting the violet blast of ki graze the mothership’s surface, instead. “Shit,” the hybrid cursed to himself, “…this is their most advanced, stable stealth system? So much for that.”