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RagingCyc0ne — Celeste Harlowized
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Published: 2018-12-31 16:10:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 771; Favourites: 18; Downloads: 21
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Back to our regularly scheduled TrentHarlow nosebleeds. For day 6, Silent Death gets the Harlow treatment.Related content
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In all my stories until Relics, Celeste has been the sexpot. Sometimes just the sexy sidekick to a MC, sometimes a badass. In Relics she's strictly badass...and still sexy.
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She'll make you worship her.
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hehe, and the petite sniper likes the sight of blood from her targets.
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*sniff* Of course she does.
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here's another one, she sleeps in the nude...always
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Here's one of the cut scenes from Relics, the original opening of the book I changed to start more in the action than in setup:
Shaking the cobwebs from her head, Ivana resumed her run hoping to drive the morbid thoughts from her mind. Actually, sitting in the ship with little or nothing to do was common during hyperdrive voyages. For a spacer waiting was common. At least in hyperspace she was going somewhere, moving towards a destination. Now was different. They sat unmoving over the same rock day after day after day. She reached another corner and rounded it to enter the forward cargo hold. Ahead she spotted Galen Tremaine, a former bounty turned crew member. He leaned over a railing staring at the hold below housing a small one-man fighter, a five-man attack shuttle craft, and several land vehicles. Scattered along the outer walls were stacked crates filled with ammunition and ordinance. He didn’t look at her when she stopped and grabbed the railing beside him. A medium build on a five foot ten inch frame, fair skin like hers, bald with a dark brown goatee, she found him attractive despite the circumstances of their partnership. Her most lucrative payday yet also her biggest disappointment.
“How long are we going to wait for this mark of yours to show up? I’m starting to get cabin fever the longer we wait.” He finally turned his head to look into her pale blue eyes. “We need to find a planet with fresh air instead of this recycled shit we’re breathing. I can feel the staleness building up in my lungs.”
“We wait as long as it takes, unfortunately." She felt his eyes examine her body, athletically slim standing five inches shorter. She knew what he wanted though he was never vulgar enough to actually ask. She inhaled deeply taking in his scent. He always smelled good which only strengthened her attraction to him, damnit. “We need this bounty. Fuel is low and so are our food stores. Without the reward from this one, we’re stuck here in the middle of space until we starve.”
“Food isn’t really an issue,” he replied. She looked back at him, but he’d resumed staring down at the cargo hold. “Just let Cordo go hunting on the next planet we land on.”
“Ok,” she stated. “I’ll concede that. Cordovan may be technologically backwards, but damn if he can’t survive just about anywhere. However, we have barely enough fuel to reach Port Midas and collect the bounty which he can’t help with, so we wait.”
“You’re the boss,” he replied looking at her through the corners of his deep blue eyes. “Out for your morning jog? I can think of better ways to get exercise. A few of them definitely a lot more fun.”
With the last he gave her a wink, the proposition she expected from him. Implied but never explicit. A playfully flirty game between them. Every day he found a way to sneak it in, and every day she thought of a different way to spurn his advances though lately she found it harder to resist his charms. “Running helps me clear my head,” she smirked. “It’s my thing. Sort of like what you do alone in your cabin to clear your…head.”
“Ouch,” he chuckled. “And just when I thought I was beginning to wear you down.” Now it was her turn to giggle. “In all seriousness, you might want to steer clear of the crew cabins on deck three port side. Celeste and Cordovan forgot to close their door again. Quite the show I wasn't expecting first thing in the morning.”
Her giggle turned into a loud guffaw. “Thanks for the head’s up.”
“You just have this thing about heads this morning,” he retorted as she resumed her jog past him. “One of these days…”
She turned backwards for a few steps to face him. “Until you figure out a way to get those riches of yours into this cargo hold, it’ll never happen.”
She didn’t wait to hear his complaining. Served him right. Her steps falling back in time with the ship’s propulsion system, she thought back on when she first met the man she both liked and hated. The goblin crime lord, Jixl, hired her to track down and kill Galen which she did in his stronghold on S.K.241. After a prolonged firefight between their battledroids, he pleaded for his life offering to finance her operations the rest of her life with his sizable wealth in exchange for his survival. She accepted then regretted the decision when he later revealed one small fact. He’d stored all of his riches on worlds directly under Imperial control making them near to impossible to retrieve. She’d already collected the bounty with a faked holovid of his death, so she elected to keep him around. Some days, like this morning, she entertained beginning a relationship with him. Others, like when he opened his mouth at the wrong time, she wanted to ‘vate him out an airlock.
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