The guttural sound of a high-caliber revolver discharger followed by shrapnel tearing through finely manufactured carbon-fiber armor silenced the din of what had become a battlefield in the middle of the street. The quiet was short-lived, interrupted by the sputtering and coughing of the man Buck had just brought to his knees. Despite the outward appearance of the crew Buck was dealing with, they were nothing more than what he was used to dealing with: bandits. A kind all his own, really. Buck fancied himself a pit of a pirate hunter, a bandit king, a mercenary.. if you would. He wasn't in it for good.. or bad.. or even money, really - though a fine batch of credits wired into his illegally held accounts certainly helped sway him to perform a job.
Today.. well, it was no different. He and his crew were bounty hunting to build capital and invest it into arms and ammunition for their next big job. The chase had brought them to a station heavily infested with Buck's favorite thing to hate: Empire Soldiers. "Power Suit Jockeys." He spat the words out from the bridge as he viewed them patrolling from several camera feeds. They kept eyeing his ship, as if they knew Buck and his ilk were not supposed to be there. This was going to end poorly. "If I ever get my hands on a set of that powered armor.." He grinned, imagining what havoc he could wreak inside of bandit ship.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The sharp banging of metal against metal at the man-door of the ship interrupted his twisted fantasy of destroying a bandit ship from the inside out while wearing a freshly stolen set of Empire power armor was interrupted by.. someone. He growled his frustration and stomped his way from the bridge to where the sound was coming form. "Who the fuck?!" He shouted the expletive as he yanked the sliding door aside to see who was making such a racket at his door. "Excuse me, sir. Are you the captain of this vessel?"
"No."
"Where's the captain?"
"Gone."
"I need to speak to him immediately."
"You can't.
The Empire soldier huffed out a sigh at Buck, growing impatient quickly. "I need to speak to the captain of this vessel immediately. You are not allowed to be here."
Buck grinned when he knew he had gotten under the soldier's skin. He looked over the individual, scanning for shockguard badges or anything denoting a special status. Nothing. "I think he just stepped out. Here, let me fetch him for you." Buck stepped past the soldier and looked out the door, noting that there were two other guards accompanying him. They looked at Buck, then each other in confusion.. and they simply had to be wondering what the smirk on the grizzled Pirate hunter's face could mean.
Buck was not a small man, but he wasn't lumbering or slow either. Displaying an immense amount of dexterity he slipped forward and snatched one of the guards' sidearms from its holster. He discharged it twice into the guard opposite him's lower half, leaving him yelping and screaming for help. Before the third guard, the one behind him and seemingly the one in charge react, Buck had wheeled and delivered a swift kick to send him reeling forward into the ship. The sound of an armored body hitting the floor in a heap was followed by the door slamming shut behind him.
"What are you-?!"
"Shut up, you piece of Empire trash! Beating on my ship!" Buck threw himself at the soldier and down the two went no sooner than the soldier had picked himself up from the initial hit. The two rolled around, fighting for purchase and grabbing at anything they could to seek an advantage. Finally Buck found hold, one hand grabbing tightly to the other man's collar. His hand slid behind him to produce one of two ivory-handled knives that he adored, bringing it to his victim's throat to end this and spill Empire blood finally.
Cling. Cling. Cling. Cling.
The distinct sound of pointed heels falling on stone floors drew him from his slumber, Buck groggily fading in and out consciousness a few times as he looked around. He was still on his ship.. but.. was he tied up? He groaned as he moved his head, looking down at himself to find that he was not only bound, but he was bound a little bit more than what he would consider securely. The glowing ropes of plasma hummed while they coiled around his midsection to secure him to the chair he was set in - which he could tell was recently bolted down to the floor.
Someone was there. "Hey, Empire asshole."
"Tais-toi, idiot." The feminine voice spoke up from behind him. The figure looming over his form as she studied him. Lyna Piers was not a very well-known Empire official.. but that might have been because she was a succubus who killed most of the people she captured. It seemed Buck would not due to die, however.. She stepped in front of him slowly. Velvet wings unfurled, pointed tail whipping back and forth in frustration as her slender body swayed delightfully. Her French accent was heavy as she spoke, but she was understandable. "Monsieur Buck.. you cause quite a lot of trouble~" she spoke as she stepped forward, one leg crossing in front of the other. The swept back horns peeked above dark purple hair, lust-filled eyes stared at him as she grew closer and closer. "Normally I'd kill a man like you.. without thinking.. drain them until they're no good and toss them aside a useless husk.." She explained, her hands landing on his knees as she leaned down to look into his eyes.
Ever fearless, Buck grinned at his captor. "I suppose this isn't a normal occasion, then? What? Feeling generous? How kind of you to let me go. I'll be on my way then." He spoke as if she'd already let him go, moving his head from left to write and pretending to be walking down the street as a happy go lucky citizen.
"No, fool! You arrogant-" She shrieked and lashed out at him with her pointed, manicured nails. They tore through the surface layer of flesh and cut skin, exposing cuts to cool air.
Buck grit his teeth and growled like a savage, stomping his feet down into the floor beneath him as muscles tensed while he stared at the vixen abusing him. "If I could get my hands on you.." He mused, only able to imagine how much pent up sexual frustration he could possess after all of this fighting lately.
"Yes, Buck?" She smirked wickedly, wheeling on him again as his arrogance faded slightly. She settled into his lap now, her aroma permeating the air around him and filling his nostrils. Lilac and lavender would assault his senses, as would the soft skin of anything that was exposed on her - which was a lot. The leather ensemble she was wearing did very little covering, and she rolled her hips into Buck's lap like a needy whore in heat. "What would you do, Monsieur?" She smirked and leaned in close, draping her arms over his shoulders and letting her body lay against his, breasts pressed against him and her lower body suffocating the erect cock trapped beneath his pants. "You could have me, Monsieur Buck~ I could be yours for the taking.. as much as you want.. for a price.." She shifted her head slightly, sucking softly on his earlobe before letting out a moan that would have made any normal man melt. "For the price of information.. I could be yours.. Think about it, Monsieur." And like that, she rose from him and left. The sweet sounds of her heels tapping away on the metal floor as she led herself to the bridge of his ship to let him steep in his own issues of wondering whether or not she had convinced him that her body was worth his being a Bandit King.