Back to Dak and Lixa

When Dak awoke from his slumber, the first thing that he noticed was that he was all alone in the giant bed that seemed to take up the majority of the suite. Sliding out from under the silk covers – Lixa had apparently tucked him in – Dak got up on his feet and stretched his body, feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep. After rifling through his bags for a fresh pair of underwear, he set out to find Lixa.

Unsurprisingly, Dak didn’t have to do much more than walk the few metres to the cockpit before finding his blonde, busty co-pilot, slumped down in the pilot’s chair, her long, toned legs slung over its side as she worked the datapad that she had in her hands.

“You look busy,” Dak announced his presence.

“Hi,” Looking up to greet Dak with a happy grin, Lixa put the datapad away and got out of the chair, revealing to him that she’d dressed in a manner showing off an awful lot of her curvaceous body. Covering her vaginal mound, albeit only just, was a triangular patch of blue silk, no doubt raided from the cargo they were carrying, with a matching waistband that ran up high over her hips to give the panties a v-shaped appearance and the same kind of top that she’d worn the previous day: white and cut low at the top to reveal plenty of cleavage, while leaving her toned belly exposed.

“How long was I out?” Dak’s question came as Lixa was very obviously checking him out, letting her gaze drift over his muscular physique and to the sizeable bulge in his briefs.

“About six hours,” Lixa replied, and Dak nodded his head. It was a good policy to always have someone awake while travelling in hyperspace. If something should happen at one of the various pre-coordinated jump points, or if the ship were to be pulled out of hyperspace, it wouldn’t be too good if everyone aboard was happily snoring away as the ship drifted into a nebula or was boarded by the Empire or your garden variety pirates.

“Thanks for taking the first watch.”

“Don’t mention it,” Lixa purred as she stepped up in front of Dak, threw her arms round his neck and mashed her tits against his chest before planting a kiss on his lips.

“What you’ve been up to?” Dak eventually asked, after a good minute or two of heavy-duty snogging with Lixa, during which his left hand had drifted down to her ass, allowing him to fondle one of her firm buttocks while her hands stroked his back.

Lixa replied to Dak’s question with a casual “Oh, you know, nothing much… Just a plan on how to hijack an Acclamator-class Star Destroyer,” before forming her face into a mischievous smile, like that of a child who’s come up with a really elaborate prank.

“You’re going to hijack a Star Destroyer?” Dak’s eyebrows went up far enough that they nearly disappeared into his hair.

“The Acclamators aren’t really Star Destroyers. The Empire just calls them that, probably because it sounds more impressive that **** Ship,” Lixa explained to Dak, who remained unconvinced.

“You’re planning on outranking me pretty soon, aren’t you?” Dak moved his other hand to Lixa’s ass, and made her moan by toying a little with miniscule, string-like back of her panties.

“Nah, we’ll both end up as generals,” Lixa decided, “I’m taking you with me to the top.”

“Funny, it’s your bottom that I’m most interested in,” Dak replied, running a finger down Lixa’s asscrack while catching the back of her panties with his other hand, “You liberated these from the cargo hold too?”

“Uh-huh,” Lixa’s purr came as she rubbed her scantily clad sex against Dak’s bulging package, her teeth digging into her lip and her eyelids fluttering when he grabbed hold of the sides of her panties with both hands and tugged them upwards, causing the front of her underwear to be swallowed between her pussy lips, “I couldn’t find a top to go with them though.”

“Then you’re supposed to go topless, I think,” Dak shot Lixa a cheeky grin and aimed his gaze towards her huge, round boobs, and he let go of her panties, instead letting his hands wander up to the hemline of her top.

“Dak,” Lixa began to speak again just as Dak was getting set to pull her top up, “Sorry, but I’m exhausted…”

“That’s alright,” Dak smiled and instead gently ran his right hand down Lixa’s side while bringing his left one in underneath her chin before he gave a soft kiss, “You get some sleep, and I’ll keep an eye on things.”

“I’d tell you to wake me up if you get lonely, but…” Lixa started off.

“You’d only get about ten minutes of sleep if I did,” Dak finished off, making Lixa giggle before the two of them kissed again.

Finally breaking off the kiss and disentangling themselves from one another’s embrace, Lixa and Dak split up, with Lixa making sure to sway her hips as she sauntered out of the cockpit, Dak’s gaze remaining glued to her near-naked and absolutely flawless bubble butt until the moment when she stopped to blow him a kiss over her shoulder before slipping out of view.

Sighing and adjusting his briefs, Dak seated himself in the Captain’s chair and retrieved another datapad from a barely noticeable side compartment, not much larger than the pad itself. Unlocking it with the password provided by Jora, Dak began to read up on the details of the mission, such as they were.
Via different channels, most likely Allied Intelligence operatives and various Bothans, the Alliance had found out that someone inside the Imperial military had sent out information proving that the Empire was behind the destruction of Alderaan. The exact nature of the information was unknown, as well as the recipient. Who had sent it, however, was known: Captain Talar Arwin of the Imperial Navy. Looking through Arwin’s personnel file, which had been retrieved, Dak didn’t have a hard time figuring out why he’d done what he did. The man was from Alderaan, and it seemed like only a bureaucratic fuck-up of the highest order could be the reason why he’d been allowed access to proof of the Empire’s foulest crime thus far. So limited was the information in the file that it remained unclear whether or not ISB had yet to get their hands on Arwin or if he'd somehow managed to remain on the run.

Working his way through Arwin’s file several times over, Dak found little in it that seemed like it could be of use. Arwin had never been stationed on Illium Prime, although he’d spent plenty of time posted away from Coruscant, and there were no other possible connections between and the system to be found in the file, nothing to explain why he’d sent the evidence there. The only thing that stood out was that Arwin had served on numerous occasions on the planet of Ando, and that was only the case because of what Dak had heard of the Empire tightening their control over that planet in recent years.

Once he was finished with Arwin’s file, Dak moved on to the less classified information on the datapad pertaining to Illium Prime, including a brief history and a rundown of its geography, its cities and resorts. There was also some information about Illium that definitely shouldn’t be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. The list over merchants who might be interested in the Ardent Venture’s cargo was not especially sensitive, but the same couldn’t be said of the short list of Rebel contacts on Illium. After spending about an memorizing the names and contact places, Dak deleted that particular list.

Next up was the file on Eriadu, since he needed to know at least a little bit about the planet if he was to pose as being from there. As a general rule, undercover agents didn’t tend to last long if they per instance claimed to be from Corellia but couldn’t explain what those stripes Corellians tended to wear on their trousers was. And being from Eriadu, Dak quickly concluded, didn’t seem like much fun at all. The planet was severely polluted due to heavy industries and a lack of interest in efforts to restore the environment, support for the Empire was high, and the Tarkins stemmed from the planet. The last bit suggested that having Dak pose as being from there was a joke that either Cracken or Jora had come up with.

Once he was up to speed on Eriadu, Dak had spent a good six hours hunched over the datapad, enjoying his breakfast a few hours earlier whilst studying Illium’s society, and it was just as he was about to put the datapad away and take a look at Lixa’s plans for hijacking a Star Destroyer that he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

“So, does this look better?” Lixa purred, and Dak swung round in his chair.