05-19-2018, 11:01 AM
Ash dismissed the bike once it was clear she wasn't going to be alone for this whole trip. As annoying as it would have been followed by a normal soldier, at least it would have been bearable if the soldier was a male. Females... They were the worse.
She learned a long time ago that she was never likely to get along with women. Emma has always been the tomboy type and more likely to hang out with guys than females in general. While little girls - namely her twin sister - were playing with dolls and dressing up in their mother's clothes which were beyond big for the small framed babes, and the high heels which always made Isabelle sound like a fucking horse prancing throughout the house - which she can only now truly make that comparison because she has been around an actual horse for the second time in her life - the troublesome twin was out in the yard climbing trees. Apparently, she has always had a thing for climbing large jagged structures.
When they reached middle school and the guys preferred to hang out with her, mostly because of the Street Rats gang she was in, girls became obviously bitter and cold towards her. This only seemed to intensify when Emma didn't seem to give a shit about their threats or salt.
High school was much the same. Ash was called a whore and a slut even before she lost her virginity in the back seat of some guy's car at seventeen. She honestly couldn't even remember his name. Ironically though, she could tell you the color of the vehicle was a dull grey, the seats were a boring beige. The windows were down just a crack and covered in fog by the time they were through. She remembered the position they fucked in, which shoulder he bite her on, and the sex itself. His face, however, his name? All lost in an endless wave of easily forgotten people.
Another very clear memory was the girls back at the base who were crushing on the guy finding out about it and trying to make her look bad in the cafeteria. They came at her 4 against one, tried to use harsh language as a hammer to confuse and soften her up for the final blow. They struggled to keep up the calm act when Emma had tossed back insult after insult in the same bored way she'd been talking about chores with her sister at the time. In fact, their words did more damage to Isabelle than her younger sister. Her older twin had been in tears, trying to stop the mean girls.
They eventually picked up on that, which had been the only thing that bothered Emma. So eventually the girls had gotten their desired effect when she stood up and turned to face them. By that time she was a pixie cute with pink splashes, angry blue-grey eyes, and a single lip piercing. Their tongues lashed at her a little longer, a lot of 'oh you don't like us picking on your sister' comments which she'd brushed off by not saying anything. When they were ready to claw her eyes out she finally spoke. Asking if they were going to do anything or just stand that like the fangirl club they were. She remembered calling them out for being jealous bitches because she fucked their prince and now they can't stand the idea of him being tainted by good pussy.
The pissed off look on all their faces as the whole cafeteria of that high school had reacted in various ways that immortalized their shame in hundreds of young minds was so worth it, she didn't even mind being slapped first.
Later that hour she was in the principal's office waiting for her mom to come pick her up for fighting in the cafeteria. Her mother bitched her out all the way home about how it's unladylike to do that, despite knowing nothing about what was going on. In hindsight, she wondered if she had told them they called Vivian Shutter the words they'd used for her, had her mother would have been that ignorant? It was a waste of time to think about that now.
Come to think of it, no woman alive seemed to get along with Ash. Not that she cared. It was just an observation spurred on by her knew traveling company.
Thoughts of being a stripper had never crossed Emma's mind once growing up, it took her a year or so out of high school to be in a position where dancing seemed like a better idea than the day-to-day bullshit that part-time jobs had become. Hell, becoming a shadow runner was much more appealing than anything else the world could offer, but she didn't feel strongly one way or another towards the big cooperations. Of course, they were shit, but none of them directly affected her because she was already living on the edge of reality.
So when she actually applied for the job, she had been sure between her piercings, tattoos, lack of boob - which never bothered anyone she slept with - would be a hindrance. She somehow landed a job, mostly for all of those things. She was unique, different, something that was untraditional for a strip club. She became a reason why other people came to this one. It was all fun for her, especially when the other girls got salty. Not that their clientele every suffered. They had plenty of grown men throwing themselves, some even highly attractive specimens. What they were upset about have they had someone who was actual competition around, they were jealous she was getting any attention at all.
One, in particular, had tried to start a fight in the parking lot after hitting on her friend. When he denied her and instead asked for Emma, the woman tried to pick a fight. By this time, however, Ash's past self-had learned more than enough martial arts and other ways of fighting that the girl was hopelessly outclassed. She ate dirt, and then she went and cried to the boss. He liked her, so there was no huge punishment, just had to take a few days off. Good thing though, the friend had been there to tell her about a job to do.
So she didn't have high hopes for this new girl in her life. If she didn't shoot her out of rage or jealousy at some point, Ash would be highly surprised.
"Sir." The clearly female voice came from the stormtrooper's helmet as she came beside her new assignment.
"Officer Jazza, escort Ash to the locations of business, and return back with a full report of her activities once she has left."
"Yes, sir."
"Ash. Do yourself a favor, and don't try to escape her watch. If we suspect you are up to anything illegal we will not hesitate to reinstate the blacklisting and then act accordingly."
"Whatever, can we go now?" Ashe sounded as angsty as an edgy teenager talking to a parent.
"You are free to enter Coruscant." He said, then stepped to the side and allowed her access to the first tier of seven. His eyes watching her every step of the way until she and Officer Jazza vanished into the crowd on the way to the elevator.
She learned a long time ago that she was never likely to get along with women. Emma has always been the tomboy type and more likely to hang out with guys than females in general. While little girls - namely her twin sister - were playing with dolls and dressing up in their mother's clothes which were beyond big for the small framed babes, and the high heels which always made Isabelle sound like a fucking horse prancing throughout the house - which she can only now truly make that comparison because she has been around an actual horse for the second time in her life - the troublesome twin was out in the yard climbing trees. Apparently, she has always had a thing for climbing large jagged structures.
When they reached middle school and the guys preferred to hang out with her, mostly because of the Street Rats gang she was in, girls became obviously bitter and cold towards her. This only seemed to intensify when Emma didn't seem to give a shit about their threats or salt.
High school was much the same. Ash was called a whore and a slut even before she lost her virginity in the back seat of some guy's car at seventeen. She honestly couldn't even remember his name. Ironically though, she could tell you the color of the vehicle was a dull grey, the seats were a boring beige. The windows were down just a crack and covered in fog by the time they were through. She remembered the position they fucked in, which shoulder he bite her on, and the sex itself. His face, however, his name? All lost in an endless wave of easily forgotten people.
Another very clear memory was the girls back at the base who were crushing on the guy finding out about it and trying to make her look bad in the cafeteria. They came at her 4 against one, tried to use harsh language as a hammer to confuse and soften her up for the final blow. They struggled to keep up the calm act when Emma had tossed back insult after insult in the same bored way she'd been talking about chores with her sister at the time. In fact, their words did more damage to Isabelle than her younger sister. Her older twin had been in tears, trying to stop the mean girls.
They eventually picked up on that, which had been the only thing that bothered Emma. So eventually the girls had gotten their desired effect when she stood up and turned to face them. By that time she was a pixie cute with pink splashes, angry blue-grey eyes, and a single lip piercing. Their tongues lashed at her a little longer, a lot of 'oh you don't like us picking on your sister' comments which she'd brushed off by not saying anything. When they were ready to claw her eyes out she finally spoke. Asking if they were going to do anything or just stand that like the fangirl club they were. She remembered calling them out for being jealous bitches because she fucked their prince and now they can't stand the idea of him being tainted by good pussy.
The pissed off look on all their faces as the whole cafeteria of that high school had reacted in various ways that immortalized their shame in hundreds of young minds was so worth it, she didn't even mind being slapped first.
Later that hour she was in the principal's office waiting for her mom to come pick her up for fighting in the cafeteria. Her mother bitched her out all the way home about how it's unladylike to do that, despite knowing nothing about what was going on. In hindsight, she wondered if she had told them they called Vivian Shutter the words they'd used for her, had her mother would have been that ignorant? It was a waste of time to think about that now.
Come to think of it, no woman alive seemed to get along with Ash. Not that she cared. It was just an observation spurred on by her knew traveling company.
Thoughts of being a stripper had never crossed Emma's mind once growing up, it took her a year or so out of high school to be in a position where dancing seemed like a better idea than the day-to-day bullshit that part-time jobs had become. Hell, becoming a shadow runner was much more appealing than anything else the world could offer, but she didn't feel strongly one way or another towards the big cooperations. Of course, they were shit, but none of them directly affected her because she was already living on the edge of reality.
So when she actually applied for the job, she had been sure between her piercings, tattoos, lack of boob - which never bothered anyone she slept with - would be a hindrance. She somehow landed a job, mostly for all of those things. She was unique, different, something that was untraditional for a strip club. She became a reason why other people came to this one. It was all fun for her, especially when the other girls got salty. Not that their clientele every suffered. They had plenty of grown men throwing themselves, some even highly attractive specimens. What they were upset about have they had someone who was actual competition around, they were jealous she was getting any attention at all.
One, in particular, had tried to start a fight in the parking lot after hitting on her friend. When he denied her and instead asked for Emma, the woman tried to pick a fight. By this time, however, Ash's past self-had learned more than enough martial arts and other ways of fighting that the girl was hopelessly outclassed. She ate dirt, and then she went and cried to the boss. He liked her, so there was no huge punishment, just had to take a few days off. Good thing though, the friend had been there to tell her about a job to do.
So she didn't have high hopes for this new girl in her life. If she didn't shoot her out of rage or jealousy at some point, Ash would be highly surprised.
"Sir." The clearly female voice came from the stormtrooper's helmet as she came beside her new assignment.
"Officer Jazza, escort Ash to the locations of business, and return back with a full report of her activities once she has left."
"Yes, sir."
"Ash. Do yourself a favor, and don't try to escape her watch. If we suspect you are up to anything illegal we will not hesitate to reinstate the blacklisting and then act accordingly."
"Whatever, can we go now?" Ashe sounded as angsty as an edgy teenager talking to a parent.
"You are free to enter Coruscant." He said, then stepped to the side and allowed her access to the first tier of seven. His eyes watching her every step of the way until she and Officer Jazza vanished into the crowd on the way to the elevator.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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