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[Team SONIC] It's Show Time
Starting words from Here.
I guess I needed a break from all the vampire stuff. I apologize if I really suck at writing this stuff but I tried my best. Can't wait for the movie next month~ *whee*
Mercy was something that gradually got lost as fighting continued. Feelings were frozen and time seemed to become an endless, undefined existence. Without any natural indicators or even a day- and night-time simulation on the base, there was no way of knowing how much time had passed unless you kept track of it. But why do that? It didn’t matter.
Nikaido had long lost track of how long they had been stationed on this base, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, in the furthest corner of the galaxy. They were sitting here, waiting. For what? For their forces to be replenished? He knew one of the last battles had decimated their numbers quite a bit. He was lucky that his own squadron’s numbers hadn’t notably decreased. At least they hadn’t really lost anyone. They had all come back more or less alive. Although some of the people in the infirmary right now, might never fly again.
The thought hurt. To be honest, Nikaido was afraid to end up like that. Being unable to fly anymore would be his end. He’d probably rather die.
Unless of course, a certain someone asked him to come back.
His eyes wandered over to where Senga was doing combat training with one of the new pilots. A new group had come in a few days ago. Sent by commander Takizawa himself. They had been trained at the base located on Hoth - and hence had been dubbed the Snow Squad. He liked them well enough. They were close in age and they picked things up pretty fast.
“Green Leader, I’m here to report.” A voice pulled his attention away again. Another member of the Snow Squad saluted to him briefly and then relaxed his stance. “Kitayama wants to see you. All of you actually. It looks like we might be moving soon.”
“Finally.” Nikaido whooped and hopped up to his feet. “Thanks, Abe-chan. I’ll pass it on.”
Kitayama stood up when everyone who was supposed to be present, had entered the room. He pulled up a mag on the hologram port. “Our target is a weapons transport for the Empire. The goal is to destroy a total of 3 cruisers. According to our information, it’s heavily guarded and it would deal quite a blow to the Imperial Forces if we succeeded in destroying the cargo.”
“Why don’t we try to seize it? Weapons are good, right?” Miyata asked.
“They’d blow themselves up before letting one of us step on one of those cruisers.” Fujigaya huffed. “Or we’d do that. So either way the weapons will get blown up.”
“So how are we doing this?” Yokoo asked.
Pulling up a roster, Kitayama announced, “Snow Squad is staying here to hold the base. The rest of us will move out. Nikaido, your squad takes the front right. Senga, front left. Tama, you and Miyata guard the center. I’ll follow at the rear. Yokoo, Fujigaya, you take care of the tails with your squads. Or what’s left of them.” He closed his eyes and sighed softly. “We’ll leave at Star Hour 11:07:00. Formation AAO.”
So the plan was for his and Senga’s squadrons to engage the enemy first and try to clear a path. Yokoo, Fujigaya and Kitayama, with their groups and in their more agile fighters, would secure it so that Miyata and Tamamori could get a good shot at the cruisers. Did they have the numbers for that?
Nikaido did a quick count on his fingers. Both Blue and Green Squadron were at 4 fighters each, including Senga and himself. Miyata and Tamamori didn’t have their own squadrons since they flew a single larger fighter with heavier artillery. Fujigaya and Yokoo had one other fighter each on their squads and Kitayama, Kitayama would be alone. The Red Squadron had been hit the worst in their last fight, leaving the only other surviving member - Yasui - floating in a Bacta Tank still, with questionable chances for a full recovery.
He felt sympathy for the other. Sou, the 5th member of Green Squadron, was still recovering in the infirmary but the doctors had already told Nikaido that chances for a full recovery were slim. Sou’s body was fine but his vision had been badly damaged.
Well, ‘enough’ or not, they’d be moving out. Things had already been decided.
“Roger.” They all got up and then went to prepare for battle.
Senga cornered Nikaido in their quarters. “Takashi?”
There was only one reason why the other would call him by his first name. Nikaido smiled and turned around. “What is it, Kenpi?”
A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around him and a warm body was pressed against his. “Come back safely. Come back alive. Okay? I’ll be waiting for you.” Senga always asked him before they left the base, without fail. Ever since they had started this relationship.
Caressing the other’s blue skin gently, Nikaido nodded. “I will. I promise.” And whenever Senga asked, Nikaido would answer. And he would always answer the same thing as well. “So you better be waiting for me like you said. Or I will kick your ass.” He smiled. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Senga smiled and then sealed their promise with a kiss.
It didn’t stay just a kiss for very long. Nikaido found himself tumbling onto the mattress of one of their beds pretty soon, shirt pulled over his head and pants unzipped by nimble fingers. Senga didn’t beat around the bush but got down to business quickly at times like this. Which made sense, Nikaido thought, considering they didn’t have too long until they had to move out.
Despite the rush, Senga always made sure that things were as pleasurable as possible though and soon enough, Nikaido was moaning softly under the other as Senga rode him hard and fast.
He wrapped his fingers around Senga’s cock - or at least the other’s sex organ that works like one - and gently rubs it in time with the movements of the other’s hips. Nikaido knew that there was only one exact kind of rubbing that would make the other feel good and after lots of practice, he got it down now. It was almost a miracle he still managed to do something like this, that requires a bit of fine motor skills, considering the pleasure clouded state of his mind.
Once they re-emerged from the torrent of sensations that their orgasms pulled them into, Nikaido and Senga went to take a shower and bath together before climbing back into bed - the other bed - for a few hours. Rest was important after all.
Arms wrapped around the other, Nikaido fell asleep.
Everything around him was silent. Nikaido took a deep breath and walked out into the hangar. His X-Wing Fighter stood in the green zone, ready for take-off. He greeted the technicians and the droid when he climbed into the cockpit.
At first, after having flown in a double-fighter with Senga for years, it had felt weird to suddenly be alone but Nikaido had gotten used to it. He knew he was never really alone. The others were always there. They were not in the same fighter but they were around. Being able to see and hear them over the intercom was also something that had calmed him down.
“All fighters ready for take-off.”
“Blue Leader, Green Leader, leave the base. Do you copy?”
“Copy Red Leader.” Two voices replied in unison.
The squadrons wizzed out of the base and into the black space that lay beyond.
Once they had gotten into their formation, Kitayama’s voice could be heard again. “Accelerate and enter hyperspace at my signal. 3, 2, 1, Go!”
“Come on, come on, come on, everybody go!!” Miyata laughed over the radio, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. Everyone else remained silent. “Sorry.”
“Go.” Kitayama repeated but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
When they emerged from hyperspace again, Nikaido could make out the planet Kitayama had shown them on the map the other day. His radar got readings of ships moving towards them as well. The three large ones had to be the cruisers with the weapons.
“They have a small army with them, what the fuck.” Somebody commented.
“If anyone wants to know the math, if you don’t take out at least three, we’ll be in a bit of trouble.” Fujigaya’s voice could be heard over the intercom. “So we’re counting on you.”
“Gee, thanks. So motivating.” Nikaido couldn’t help but retort brattily.
Kitayama rolled his eyes and then put his foot down. “Stop chatting. All X-Wings, activate battle mode. All squadrons accelerate to attack speed.”
Chirping, Nikaido replied, “Roger that, Red Leader.”
“Screw you, Red Leader.” Fujigaya’s voice could be heard but he followed the command anyway, the thrusters of his ship flaring up in a bright pink.
“Shut up, Fujigaya.” Kitayama’s thrusters turned a bright red when he sped up as well.
Nikaido laughed softly and pushed the buttons to open the wings of his fighter before powering up his engine and thrusters. He could feel the adrenaline starting to rush through his veins.
“All squadrons at the ready.” Kitayama made a short pause. His voice was quieter when he added, “Everyone, please come back safely.” There were no replies because while all of them wanted to promise, none of them could do it for sure.
Looking over to the other side of the formation, NIkaido’s eyes spotted Senga’s fighter. Well, some of them had promised, though. Despite all.
“Here they come. Green Leader, Blue Leader, engage. Formation Double Up. Show no mercy, shoot ‘em up. Do you copy?”
“Copied, Red Leader.”
Clearing his mind, Nikaido focused on the battle. Puttings his finger over the controls for his cannons, he whispered softly to himself, “It’s show time.”
I guess I needed a break from all the vampire stuff. I apologize if I really suck at writing this stuff but I tried my best. Can't wait for the movie next month~ *whee*
Mercy was something that gradually got lost as fighting continued. Feelings were frozen and time seemed to become an endless, undefined existence. Without any natural indicators or even a day- and night-time simulation on the base, there was no way of knowing how much time had passed unless you kept track of it. But why do that? It didn’t matter.
Nikaido had long lost track of how long they had been stationed on this base, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, in the furthest corner of the galaxy. They were sitting here, waiting. For what? For their forces to be replenished? He knew one of the last battles had decimated their numbers quite a bit. He was lucky that his own squadron’s numbers hadn’t notably decreased. At least they hadn’t really lost anyone. They had all come back more or less alive. Although some of the people in the infirmary right now, might never fly again.
The thought hurt. To be honest, Nikaido was afraid to end up like that. Being unable to fly anymore would be his end. He’d probably rather die.
Unless of course, a certain someone asked him to come back.
His eyes wandered over to where Senga was doing combat training with one of the new pilots. A new group had come in a few days ago. Sent by commander Takizawa himself. They had been trained at the base located on Hoth - and hence had been dubbed the Snow Squad. He liked them well enough. They were close in age and they picked things up pretty fast.
“Green Leader, I’m here to report.” A voice pulled his attention away again. Another member of the Snow Squad saluted to him briefly and then relaxed his stance. “Kitayama wants to see you. All of you actually. It looks like we might be moving soon.”
“Finally.” Nikaido whooped and hopped up to his feet. “Thanks, Abe-chan. I’ll pass it on.”
Kitayama stood up when everyone who was supposed to be present, had entered the room. He pulled up a mag on the hologram port. “Our target is a weapons transport for the Empire. The goal is to destroy a total of 3 cruisers. According to our information, it’s heavily guarded and it would deal quite a blow to the Imperial Forces if we succeeded in destroying the cargo.”
“Why don’t we try to seize it? Weapons are good, right?” Miyata asked.
“They’d blow themselves up before letting one of us step on one of those cruisers.” Fujigaya huffed. “Or we’d do that. So either way the weapons will get blown up.”
“So how are we doing this?” Yokoo asked.
Pulling up a roster, Kitayama announced, “Snow Squad is staying here to hold the base. The rest of us will move out. Nikaido, your squad takes the front right. Senga, front left. Tama, you and Miyata guard the center. I’ll follow at the rear. Yokoo, Fujigaya, you take care of the tails with your squads. Or what’s left of them.” He closed his eyes and sighed softly. “We’ll leave at Star Hour 11:07:00. Formation AAO.”
So the plan was for his and Senga’s squadrons to engage the enemy first and try to clear a path. Yokoo, Fujigaya and Kitayama, with their groups and in their more agile fighters, would secure it so that Miyata and Tamamori could get a good shot at the cruisers. Did they have the numbers for that?
Nikaido did a quick count on his fingers. Both Blue and Green Squadron were at 4 fighters each, including Senga and himself. Miyata and Tamamori didn’t have their own squadrons since they flew a single larger fighter with heavier artillery. Fujigaya and Yokoo had one other fighter each on their squads and Kitayama, Kitayama would be alone. The Red Squadron had been hit the worst in their last fight, leaving the only other surviving member - Yasui - floating in a Bacta Tank still, with questionable chances for a full recovery.
He felt sympathy for the other. Sou, the 5th member of Green Squadron, was still recovering in the infirmary but the doctors had already told Nikaido that chances for a full recovery were slim. Sou’s body was fine but his vision had been badly damaged.
Well, ‘enough’ or not, they’d be moving out. Things had already been decided.
“Roger.” They all got up and then went to prepare for battle.
Senga cornered Nikaido in their quarters. “Takashi?”
There was only one reason why the other would call him by his first name. Nikaido smiled and turned around. “What is it, Kenpi?”
A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around him and a warm body was pressed against his. “Come back safely. Come back alive. Okay? I’ll be waiting for you.” Senga always asked him before they left the base, without fail. Ever since they had started this relationship.
Caressing the other’s blue skin gently, Nikaido nodded. “I will. I promise.” And whenever Senga asked, Nikaido would answer. And he would always answer the same thing as well. “So you better be waiting for me like you said. Or I will kick your ass.” He smiled. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Senga smiled and then sealed their promise with a kiss.
It didn’t stay just a kiss for very long. Nikaido found himself tumbling onto the mattress of one of their beds pretty soon, shirt pulled over his head and pants unzipped by nimble fingers. Senga didn’t beat around the bush but got down to business quickly at times like this. Which made sense, Nikaido thought, considering they didn’t have too long until they had to move out.
Despite the rush, Senga always made sure that things were as pleasurable as possible though and soon enough, Nikaido was moaning softly under the other as Senga rode him hard and fast.
He wrapped his fingers around Senga’s cock - or at least the other’s sex organ that works like one - and gently rubs it in time with the movements of the other’s hips. Nikaido knew that there was only one exact kind of rubbing that would make the other feel good and after lots of practice, he got it down now. It was almost a miracle he still managed to do something like this, that requires a bit of fine motor skills, considering the pleasure clouded state of his mind.
Once they re-emerged from the torrent of sensations that their orgasms pulled them into, Nikaido and Senga went to take a shower and bath together before climbing back into bed - the other bed - for a few hours. Rest was important after all.
Arms wrapped around the other, Nikaido fell asleep.
Everything around him was silent. Nikaido took a deep breath and walked out into the hangar. His X-Wing Fighter stood in the green zone, ready for take-off. He greeted the technicians and the droid when he climbed into the cockpit.
At first, after having flown in a double-fighter with Senga for years, it had felt weird to suddenly be alone but Nikaido had gotten used to it. He knew he was never really alone. The others were always there. They were not in the same fighter but they were around. Being able to see and hear them over the intercom was also something that had calmed him down.
“All fighters ready for take-off.”
“Blue Leader, Green Leader, leave the base. Do you copy?”
“Copy Red Leader.” Two voices replied in unison.
The squadrons wizzed out of the base and into the black space that lay beyond.
Once they had gotten into their formation, Kitayama’s voice could be heard again. “Accelerate and enter hyperspace at my signal. 3, 2, 1, Go!”
“Come on, come on, come on, everybody go!!” Miyata laughed over the radio, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. Everyone else remained silent. “Sorry.”
“Go.” Kitayama repeated but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
When they emerged from hyperspace again, Nikaido could make out the planet Kitayama had shown them on the map the other day. His radar got readings of ships moving towards them as well. The three large ones had to be the cruisers with the weapons.
“They have a small army with them, what the fuck.” Somebody commented.
“If anyone wants to know the math, if you don’t take out at least three, we’ll be in a bit of trouble.” Fujigaya’s voice could be heard over the intercom. “So we’re counting on you.”
“Gee, thanks. So motivating.” Nikaido couldn’t help but retort brattily.
Kitayama rolled his eyes and then put his foot down. “Stop chatting. All X-Wings, activate battle mode. All squadrons accelerate to attack speed.”
Chirping, Nikaido replied, “Roger that, Red Leader.”
“Screw you, Red Leader.” Fujigaya’s voice could be heard but he followed the command anyway, the thrusters of his ship flaring up in a bright pink.
“Shut up, Fujigaya.” Kitayama’s thrusters turned a bright red when he sped up as well.
Nikaido laughed softly and pushed the buttons to open the wings of his fighter before powering up his engine and thrusters. He could feel the adrenaline starting to rush through his veins.
“All squadrons at the ready.” Kitayama made a short pause. His voice was quieter when he added, “Everyone, please come back safely.” There were no replies because while all of them wanted to promise, none of them could do it for sure.
Looking over to the other side of the formation, NIkaido’s eyes spotted Senga’s fighter. Well, some of them had promised, though. Despite all.
“Here they come. Green Leader, Blue Leader, engage. Formation Double Up. Show no mercy, shoot ‘em up. Do you copy?”
“Copied, Red Leader.”
Clearing his mind, Nikaido focused on the battle. Puttings his finger over the controls for his cannons, he whispered softly to himself, “It’s show time.”