Sons of Pluto

[TheBlindMime]

Trent's cigarette split and the cherry fell to the floor, leaving Trent eying the needle just above his head in anger. He knew better then to pick a fight directly with a Hand like Aya, he'd done that before. It always landed him with at least a broken rib.

A smile quickly returned to his face when Dominique answered him, it even remained when she mentioned that only the one kind of exercise would be be acceptable. Hard to get is she, this should be fun. I've never been with a cyborg before...

Trent made a quick move of his eyes from Dominique to his splintered cigarette and back, he was sure she noticed the damage. "I was in fact just thinking about getting in shape, smoking as you can see is quite dangerous to my health. So, what acceptable exercise do you have in mind?"

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique kneeled, placed her hands upon the ground and then raised and straightened her legs, assuming a handstand. "The best kind of exercise is one that improves our ability to function in our own specific fields. Hands like Surana and myself usually do some of everything as we have the most physically demanding missions of the Sons of Pluto. Personally, I do a lot of exercise involving my hands and arms, particularly after my mechanical arm has been worked on to adjust to the new recalibrations."
She split her legs, then dropped them and came back up, clenching fists as though ready to hit an imaginary punching bag.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent groaned just slightly in appreciation of what he saw before him, like wet cloth to... well to be frank a twenty something woman looking for a good time in Cabo. Needless to say Trent was more then a little energized by the sight, the smile broadened as he flung aside the cigarette taking care not to throw it in Aya's direction. "Tactical exercises eh? Like target practice?" Trent raised his open hands palm forward, "Tap the target before it touches you?"

The mention of 'tapping' the target clearly illustrated Trent's desire to play along but not walk away with broken hands. It seemed innocent enough.

[Tyrazial]

Aidan shook his head in the cockpit, smiling inwardly. He looked back briefly, "Trent. We aren't making any emergency medical stops so if either of those two impale you, throw you out of an airlock, or decide to change your gender, you'll have to apply some field surgery by yourself. Oh. And I'm all out of bandages and gauze."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique's eye studied Trent's hands. "I shall not harm you in the slightest, Mister Roman. It is because of you Eyes that the work of Hands like Miss Surana and myself have lived as long as we have." Dominique's eye wavered toward Aya. "Though, that's not to discount our own skill," she corrected herself quickly. It was quite enough that Trent incur the girl's wrath.

She didn't hit hard, she only hit fast, especially with her mechanical limb. Trent, being an Eye, was fast enough to see her speed. For Trent's sake, she didn't apply gunfire or the blade to her attacks, and she ended it quickly, opening her hands for him. "Please take care when striking my left hand," she advised. "Or would you prefer a different physical activity?"

[Flarecobra]

There was a beeping from a nearby terminal, and it showed a message.

"Just keep it down. You know how light a sleeper I am.

spacesaver-Aya."

She gave a sigh and shifted her position again.

[TheBlindMime]

Trent was just rolling up his sleeves as Aiden warned him of his dire situation, Trent just turned to Aiden and motioned to his black eye. "When have you ever known me to anger a beautiful woman?" Trent somewhat enjoyed conversing with such a high-ranking officer as if they had a long standing friendship, he was sure Aiden enjoyed it too. Must be lonely at the top...

Trent quickly pushed those thoughts aside, he had to take this quite seriously. Sex was on the line. "Don't worry Dominique, I'll be gentle." Trent said, taking the obvious innuendo. Dominique's hands gracefully spiraled around him while Trent swung his arms clumsily to strike them aside. He was true to his words, despite his awkward movements by hand standards he refrained from doing much more then tapping her hands a hair rougher then she did to his hands. Oddly though, his fists pursued her targets much more fiercely then defended from them.

He was forcing her back, stepping into his swings but he would pull back as contact was made. There was just something curious about his movements, he charged when he should retreat and struck when he should defend. His odd style was so distracting Dominique didn't realize her back was against the wall until it was too late. Desperately she swung her hands into his chest, he made no move to defend. Dominique had won the game.

Trent however had won his game as well. His hands rested gently upon her hips. "I would enjoy another physical activity, but you made it clear that it did not interest you." Trent said somewhat serenely, taking advantage of the moment he leaned in brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered, "That is, unless it interests you now..."

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique observed how Trent had her pinned. "So this is how you do it," she said, reaching down and taking Trent's wrists. She pulled them away from her hips and then placed her hands against his, interlocking the fingers and bringing them up to shoulder level. "Shall we, then?" she asked simply, her expression cold and challenging.

[TheBlindMime]

"I don't think we shall," Trent said, the bright smile never leaving his lips, he pulled his fingers away gently. He turned his back upon her as he rolled his sleeves back down, "I think its about time I tried to get some real rest," He slipped back into his upper bunk and waved a farewell, "Perhaps another time." He then shut the privacy screen and sighed, it would be many hours before he could sleep.

Trent hoped the hours passed quickly.

[Astral Harmony]

Dominique looked around. There was nothing else to do, so she followed the idea of the others and went to sleep herself, wondering if their own investigations would bear fruit of any kind.