First Meetings

"Much better," Vala Mal Doran sighed as she plotted a hyperdrive course on the Prometheus' computers. She'd been plugging away at the computers of the newly-built human ship for hours, since she hijacked it, and the only captive she had left aboard--a quirky, bookish type named Daniel Jackson--had claimed to have no knowledge of how it worked.

She was a lithe woman of angular features and sharp, piercing eyes. Her long, straight raven hair was hastily drawn down to her mid-back and decorated with a shock of blonde at the front. The space pirate/opportunist was still wearing the black undersuit of the Kull warrior armor she'd used to disable and disarm the rest of the ship's crew, which hugged her curves with a sort of utilitarian, militaristic air.

Vala didn't believe Daniel didn't know how to unlock the ship's systems, but she had **** and no time to play his games. So she locked him in the brig and set about plotting a navigation course herself. And so she succeeded after a little fiddling with the strangely primitive and yet efficient ship systems.

Things were looking up.

"Step away from the console," that Tau'ri, Daniel Jackson, said, strutting onto the bridge with a Goa'uld zat stunner pointed at her.

"I liked you better tied up," Vala said with a small, exasperated sigh. Still--for a somewhat whiny nerd, this turnaround was surprisingly masculine; she found herself a little amused. He had a young, soft face even though it was showing some age and looking deadly serious right now, and his body was trim without being terribly firm or muscular.

"Against the wall, lose the weapon," Daniel replied dryly, waving his pistol vaguely and not taking the bait of Vala's coy remark.

With a sigh that was at least partly annoyed at not getting any banter in return, Vala grimaced in frustration as she pulled the gauntlet blaster off her arm. "This suit still absorbs zat blasts," she said simply, trying to return Daniel's tone while suppressing a smirk.

"I'm aiming at your head," he retorted, hazarding a glance at the suit's low neckline as he moved to cover Vala with the weapon while she moved against the indicated wall. He moved towards the console she'd just vacated, still keeping an eye and pistol trained on her.

"Still," Vala said in a throaty, sexy sigh as she posed with her legs slightly spread and her hands held up limply. "You should probably make me take it off."