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TIE FIGHTER: Predator #13@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


   "I've kissed a lot of girls, Captain," I said to Laurie,
"I really don't think she's a virgin."
   Laurie stood up and put her arm around my neck.  Then, resting her
head against my shoulder, she took my hand and raised it to her
breast, which I must say were nice and firm.  I was hard immediately.
   "Lieutenant ?"  she asked.
   "I don't know, Captain," I played, "I really have kissed a lot of
girls..."
   She smiled.  Her hand left my back and seductively unzipped the
front of her flight suit.  I caught a glimpse of her lacy bra against
her creamy skin.
   "Oh no, you don't!" screamed Kristin, as she unzipped her flight
suit then took it off.  Even in the dark, I could tell this girl was
incredibly fine.
   "Come here, lieutenant," she ordered.
   "Bye," I said to Laurie.
   As I went over to Kristen's camp, she put her arms around my waist
and I pushed my bulge between her thighs.  I began kissing her but
I heard the sound of a flightsuit hitting the floor.  I turned to see
what Laurie would counter with.  She had taken off her flightsuit, and
was in the process of removing her undergarments.  This left her with
nothing but her dogtags.
   "Lieutenant," said Laurie, "I believe we have some unfinished
business."
   "See ya," I said to Kristen.
   I could sense Kristen fuming as I defected.  They were both hot
girls, and I desperately wanted both of them -- but in my experience,
just coming right out and saying it was self-destructive.  I was
prepared to settle for just one -- but it was going to be a rough
choice.
   "Captain," I said to Laurie as Kristen's bra and panties hit the
ground, "this flightsuit is rather impeding."
   She smiled and zipped it open, then tore it back over my shoulders
letting it fall to the ground.  In a flash, I had my undershirt off.
   "Lieutenant !" Kristen exclaimed as she walked up behind me.
As Laurie ripped my boxers away, Kristen grabbed my arm and turned me
halfway towards her.
   "He's mine !" yelled Laurie.
   "No, he's mine !" screamed Kristen back
   At that point, each of them was tugging at one of my arms.  It
was kind of neat being fought over, but a pain at the same time.
I realized that this wasn't helping my hungry cock, so my
macking skills took over and I grabbed them both hugging them to
me.
   I kissed Laurie roughly while my other arm encircled the bitchier
one, Kristen.  My hand drifted down from her waist to her soft ass,
which I felt up for a minute before guiding her thighs to my tool.
She needed no further prompting as she tiptoed temporarily, then
lowered herself onto it.  I shuddered as I felt her flesh submit
to my cock.  Once in, I slid all the way inside her.  She moaned
feebly as she nestled her head against my neck.  I began thrusting
eagerly as Laurie entertained my tongue.
   Kristin groaned and whispered dreamily to Laurie, "God, he's so
...oh..." she moaned.
   I broke lip contact and kissed her chin, then her neck.  I made
my way slowly down to her sternum, then her right breast.  I found
her erect nipple and lightly pinched it between my teeth.
   With my hand, I caressed the soft down of her mound.  Kristin
had turned and had started kissing Laurie as I ran my hand through
Laurie's hair.  I found Laurie's slit and ran my fingers along it,
causing her entire body to shiver heatedly.  I smelled her juices
flowing, and feeling a bit lower, I could tell that she had
opened up.
   I withdrew my long rod from Kristin, then went behind Laurie.
She sensed what I was doing and bent over accomodatingly.  She
and Kristin were still attached at the lips.  I placed the tip of
my cock against her tunnel and pushed forward.  She yielded like
soft butter and I began thrusting in and out of her.  Kristin fondled
Laurie's breasts as I pumped Laurie forcefully.  Each thrust
drove her forward like a hammer, and she let out a small moan at each.
   "Oh, God," she whimpered, "Yes, God. Yes."
   She played with Kristin's clit, then tried to appease Kristin with
her tongue, but I had only become hornier as I gutted her again and
again.  She raised her head up and leaned it back as far as she could,
as if to face me.  I could tell her eyes were shut as she concentrated
totally on the feelings she was experiencing.
  I began rolling my hips with each thrust and the effect was
instantaneous.
   "Mmmmmm...." she purred with a smile, "Oh, Fox. Ah, Yes!"
   Her breathing began to pick up, and she hiccuped words between
fast pants.  I lowered my hand and worked her clit as I ground my
sword into her soft form.
   Within minutes, she was lost in pleasure.  Waves of passion swept
over her as I worked in and out of her.
   "God! Yes! GOD! YES!" she exclaimed as she reached her
top.  I heard Kristin wince as Laurie's grip on her skin
tightened like a clamp.
   "Oooooooooh!  Oooooh! Oh, Fox" she moaned.  Her breathing
began to slow down and she smacked her lips thirstily.
   "Mmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned sleepily.
   "I think she's done, Lieutenant," said Kristin.
   I nodded and withdrew from her.  I was still sporting a very
erect cock as Kristin threw her jumper over Laurie.
   I crawled over to Kristin, grinning.
   "Can I introduce you to an old friend ?" I offered.
   "Hi, I'm Kristin," she said as she grabbed my cock with her
hand and half shook/half stroked it.
   "Fox Dekker, jr," I said.
   She sat on her ass and leaned backwards, spreading her long
legs apart.  She rested her upper body on her elbows and winked.
I crawled forward and kissed her, then placed my tool at the
entrance to her hole and lowered myself in.
   "Ooooooooooooohhhhh," she moaned, eyes closed.  I rammed
myself against her body, rammed my hips against her crotch causing
her to grunt.  I repeated, then did it a third time.  Her breasts
were soft but supportive as I changed to a steady pistoning.  Her
pussy was deliciously tight against my huge cock.  I pushed in and
out of her moist hole, enjoying every moment of her warmth and
depth.
   I tasted her lips, her cheeks and eyes as I thrusted into her,
then again only harder.  Her eyes closed tightly and her brow
narrowed into a crease as she began breathing in short quick
gasps.
   "No. No. Too soon!" she whimpered.
   This only gave me incentive to increase my thrusting.  I made
special care to grind slowly against her opening, then forward
against her clit.
   "Aaaahh!" she said quietly and loudly both at once, "Nooooo !"
   I started feeling quite close myself, so I thrusted harder and
higher and faster.  She responded by thrashing wildly against me,
rubbing up and down, in and out while both panting and screaming
at the same time.
   "Fox! Fox! Fox!" she moaned helplessly, "God! YES! GOD !"
   She tensed up as she came, arching her back and thrusting
her hips into my body.  She grabbed me tightly and grit her
teeth as the orgasm took hold of her.
   "UUUNNNNHHHHH!! UNNNNNNNHH!! NNNNNNNNNNHHHH!!! UH !!"
   The muscles of her pussy were tight as a veise and driving me
crazy.  I felt the urge to shoot and tried to hold it down, but
her cunt was really milking me.  Something let go and I felt
the muscles and glands in my crotch begin to jerk desperately.
Wad after wad from my cock shot deep inside her as waves of
pleasure and release ravaged my tight and trembling body.
   "Ooooohhh. Oh, yeah," she moaned, "Oh Fox."
   Her muscles relaxed, and lowered us onto the floor again.
   "Mmmmmmm," she said eyes closed, with a smile.  I stayed in her
as her cunt milked my hammer of its juice.
   "Where'd you learn to do that ?" she asked with a smile.
   I grinned, somewhat exhausted.
   "Anywhere you want, Captain," I said back.
   She chuckled softly.
   We continued laying there for maybe a minute or two before my
commlink went off.
   "Shit," I muttered and grabbed it, flipping it on.
   "Yeah ?"
   "Fox!  Simulation in two minutes! Where are you ???" asked
Vladimar.
   "Shit !" I cursed, grabbing my clothes.
   "Hey! Call us !" said Kristin, "ICC 11.3062.4403."
   "Gotcha," I muttered as I memorized the number and threw on
my clothes.  As soon as I was half-dressed, I ran to the sim
room.

                 *  *  *


            ENTERING SIMULATION

   The ISD dropped us from our berths and once again, our
squadron formed up right behind Alpha.  Out the viewshield,
I saw the water world of Calamari suspended in a sea of stars.
   "All TIE fighters, assume point-cone formation behind Alpha 2
and prepare for attack," said Alpha Leader.
   "Where are the cruisers ?" asked someone.
   I flipped through the CMD.  They weren't there, but two frigates
were.
   "The sim changes a little each time, men," crackled Alpha leader,
"Looks like frigates today."
   "Lears," continued Alpha leader to our Captain, "your section has
scan duty."
   "Roger, Alpha-leader," clicked Lears, "Iota-3? 4?  Proceed to
Nebulons 1 and 2 and give us a readout !"
   "Roger, Epsilon-1," I said over the com, "You ready Erich ?"
   I heard him laugh and reply.
   "I was born ready."
   I pulled back on the controls and watch the formation of TIEs
veer away below me.  I flipped the energy transfer to full throttle.
I felt the TIE hum as I gained maximum velocity.
   Out my viewport, the frigates were growing steadily.  They weren't
very easy to see, since the system's star was behind us and
Calamari was lit up like a spotlight.
   "The planet's so fucking bright !" clicked Erich.
   "This is what planetary attacks are like for you deep space boys,"
comm'd Delta-1.
   "If you have difficulty with a visual, keep an eye on your sensors
and change the tint on your HUD," crackled Delta-1.
   "Frigates at 4.0 and closing -- Erich, we'll pull a head-on pass
at max throttle."
   "No probl --- hey WHAT THE HELL ?"
   The frigates had already begun opening up on us.  Red lasers
poured out of several laser turrets as I banked to the port.
   "Epsilon leader!  Hostile! I repeat, hostile," I yelled.
   "All fighters, attack frigates at will," crackled Alpha leader.
   Where are you guys, I muttered, as streaks of red shot past my
starboard side.  I banked to the port and pulled back hard.
   "Erich, report !" I comm'd.
   No answer.  Blast!  Maybe his comm equipment had gotten hit --
maybe he wasn't gone.

FRG PENREGGOR IDENTIFIED
FRG QUAYAR IDENTIFIED

   I flipped quickly to my starboard view, then to my port -- the
lasers had stopped chasing me, but I still saw an streak or two
travel into the distance when some lucky TIE pilot missed his
rendevouz with death.  I checked the 10 o'clock view.  There
they were -- two Rebel Nebulon B's with 32 TIEs swarming all
over it like flies on shit.
   The Nebulon B's were trying to hold their own, but Aces from
all sections were doing a great job on their laser batteries. I
figured it was time to get some action myself, so I banked to my
port and started coming around on an attack run.
   I juiced all the energy into my lasers and began strafing the
Penreggor at 2.0 km.
   I started laughing until I saw a pair of Z-95s dive out of my
3 o'clock high.  Before I could yell anything into the com,
Z-95 leader fired and took out on of many TIEs streaking port
or starboard, while his wingman took out another one.
   "Headhunters!  Watch your back, boys!" someone yelled.
   Fuck, I cursed.  I kept my fire on the Penregor while TIEs
on my port turned and unleashed on the Headhunters.  Then a huge
explosion gutted the Penreggor and I pulled up over the ship as
it began to roll on its axis, shuddering as fire exploded from
its forward hull.
   I switched to my aft view as the Nebulon went up in a big ball of
pyrotechnical genius, taking several fighters with it.
   "Get away from those blasts, boys !" yelled Gamma-3.  Lt. Sava,
I believe -- an excellent pilot.
   "Kappa group, Lamda group -- concentrate on the Quayar!  All other
fighters engage Headhunters !"
   I switched back to my forward view and found a Headhunter at my
2 o'clock low.  He was about 0.5 km away from me heading away.  I
engaged my speed matching device and fired as soon as I had a lock.
It was only seconds before my continuous single fire blasts ate
through his shield and he blew up.

Z-95 REBEL-1 DESTROYED

   "Rommy! Vladimar! Come in!"
   "Roger, Dekker!" said Romulus, "Just making some Headhunter soup
for dinner !"
   I flipped through the CMD for Headhunters.  They were dissapearing
almost as soon as I got a readout.
   "Looks like the Headhunters are spoken for... Nebulon Quayar ?"
I comm'd.
   "Roger," clicked Romulus.
   I pushed my preset memory key and Romulus' TIE lighted up on
the short range sensor.  He was 2.0 km away and proceeding
portwards.  I sped toward him, and joined Vladimar as his
wingman as we headed for the Quayar.
   At 2.0 km, I diverted all energy to lasers and starting
plugging away with dual fire.  I saw Romulus and Vladimar
do the same.
   The Quayar began moving forward -- perhaps trying to reach its
hyperspace jump point.  It started making some real speed as
the dozen or so streams of TIE lasers pelted its tired hull.
Then it stopped.  Some lucky pair flew over it, strafing it
with the last blasts it would ever know.  Some minor explosions
racked the Quayar, but it wasn't rolling over like the Penreggor.
It drifted slowly closer to the planet as parts of its hull
grew red with heat.  Then, it exploded.
   The rest of the pilots that were alive cheered with jubilation.
   "All right, men," crackled Alpha leader, "Let's get back to
the Predator -- not bad for a sim."
   During the height of the battle, I had forgotten that I was in
a simulator.  The reality returned, but I still had a huge grin on
my face.  As I turned the controls, the viewport swung around and
the four-ship of Star Destroyers loomed about 10 km out.
   "All fighters report in," said Epsilon leader.
   There were a lot of guys missing from the roll -- evidently dead
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