THE CONTEST
Create a short story for the above image. Your story must be greater than 500 words. To submit your entry:
- Post the link to your entry blog in the comments below OR
- Post your story in the comments below
THE RULES
Entry cutoff will be 12AM Saturday April 18, 2009.
At this time, I will create a poll of every entry, and let my readers vote on their preferred story entry. Polls will close at 12AM Saturday April 25, 2009.
On Monday April 27, 2009, I will announce the winner.
THE PRIZE
Really, this is the part it’s all about. You either want the prize, or you don’t.
The winner of this contest will be featured in an EVE Online wallpaper I create. This image will be posted on my Flickr page, the official EVE Online forums, and anywhere else the winner wishes it to be posted.
I like to think it’s a cool prize.
Good luck!
ROC'S RAMBLINGS 
Yowza!!! Roc, luv, you need a tan =\
So says the pale girl…
Damn we are hawt! But ffs, he never takes those damn glasses off unless I force him.
Woot I will do my best.. I’ll write and link it in the comments section 🙂
I wanna write a story but I can’t do it in 2 days.
Hope there are some good ones out there!
‘WHOOOOSH’ the door swings open, Roc walks into his station wing with an aggressive swagger and a look that would nervy even his calmest of enemies. With everyone trying not to look him in the as he strides violently past, he scans the room for the faintest of glances, as he is up for a fight!
He carries on walking down the corridor towards his room, kicking anything in his way, muttering “god damn it, this wont happen again!”
SLAM!! His office door is shut behind him, almost bringing it off his hinges! He stands in front of the mirror with both hands clenched against the wall, looking at himself with a sense of disgust.
“How can I be so stupid!”
“What am I doing”
“Am I losing it?”
With that he takes a deep calming breath and walks into the bathroom conected to his office to get showered, and wash of the failure he has just endured.
He senses something isn’t quite right, but dismisses it. Then all of a sudden he is grabbed from behind and pinned against the wall. In shock he is numb as its the person who has sent him in this mood, it was non other than Freyla Tae!
One hour previously, during a training session he was giving Freyla, she outfooled him and warped away with nothing but laughter on the comm. Obviously this incensed Roc, as NO ONE gets away, even in training!
As he comes to his senses he picks her up and puts her legs behind his back,
“You’re not getting away from me now missy”
Freyla ripped off his shirt to reveal months of dedication in the gym, she looked impressed but before she could say anything Roc pulled her closer to him and then started to kiss . . . . .
Dammit! I didnt count how many words before I posted it! I’m soooo st000pid!!!
Or the fact that it’s Mynxee in the picture with me, but hey, yours is interesting too.
I am sure Freyla would agree 🙂
A/N: Well, here’s my particular interpretation of the picture. Enjoy. 😉
This whole mess started as many messes do, with a drink between two friends.
I’d been in the Black Hole for about an hour, my only company the barkeep and a rather heavily inebriated Sebiestor, who was rambling on about the changes to ECM modules or something to that effect. In all honesty though I hadn’t been paying much attention to his drunken ravings, or anything else for that matter, my anticipation at getting to meet Mynxee on more relaxed terms nearly palpable. There’d be no talk of optimal ranges or debating the merits of EMP versus Titanium Sabot rounds for once, just two bored capsuleers getting a drink or two and shooting the shit together.
And if I honestly believed that self-justifying load of bull, maybe I really did deserve all the crap Sister Alitura and her missions had put me through. I wanted Mynxee more than I wanted to admit to myself, but I digress.
It was right about then that I was snapped out of my reverie by the voice I’d been waiting so patiently for. It was Mynxee in a heated argument with the Hole’s bouncer over keeping possession of a pistol that she’d secreted in a concealed holster. The bar’s security systems had discovered it however, and the bouncer wouldn’t let her through until she’d checked it in. Nor was Mynxee about to hand the thing over either. I left my drink behind, trusting that the inebriated Sebiestor wouldn’t mistake it for his own, and sauntered on over in the hopes I could diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.
“It might not be a bad idea to just give him the gun Mynx…” I said, with a touch more anger than I’d intended. “Well hi to you too Roc.” She said to me with a trace of a sulk. Shit, I sighed, this wasn’t the way I envisoned the night going. “So how you been holding up?” I asked Mynxee as we both sat down at the bar. She said nothing to me as she ordered herself a drink and I reclaimed my own from next to the Sebiestor. A minute passed before I told her, “Look, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry but they don’t allow guns in the bar. That’s just the way it works around here.”
“Tell you what, I’ll find some way to make it up to you.” I finished. Mynxee seemed to regard this for several long drawn-out seconds before saying, “If you’re going to ‘make it up to me’, then I’m going to want the amount of blood in my alcohol system lowered to an acceptable level. Oh, and one other thing,” Mynxee eyed me with a predatory gleam in her eyes, “you’re footing the bill.” For a moment, I wondered if this had been the whole point of her coming here, to cop a few free beers off me, it had after all been her idea to get the drinks in the first place, not mine.
After an hour or two had passed, the barkeep called last rounds. Since the two of us had, to paraphrase Mynxee’s words, “reduced the amount of blood in [our] alcohol systems to an acceptable level”, I decided to offer her an insider’s tour of Freeform HQ. Having left the bar, together we rode the elevator away from the exceedingly gaudy “night”-life and down to the more drab and dreary office complexes where Freeform was based. “Welcome to Freeform Industries.” I said with a flourish, or the best I could manage, to be honest it’s all a bit of a blur from this point, all that alcohol I had at the Black Hole put sort of a haze over my memory from that night.
The only light in the office’s foyer was a pale orange glow cast off from a decorative display several meters behind the now empty secretary’s desk. I’d just about made it to the secretary’s desk to get some more light in the room when grabbed me in some sort of hold- I couldn’t identify what style or martial arts she was using- and locked lips with my own. After an eternity, or a few seconds, take your pick, she pulled back and before I could utter a word, she said, “Roc? Tell yah what, I’ll foot the bill for breakfast.” and then returned to the kiss we’d been sharing.
. . .
*Ahem*, now not to be a cocktease, but what happened next isn’t fit for print as I’d rather not have DED agents knocking on my office door, asking me why I’m posting adult stories on the GalNet without the proper licenses. And if you must know why I refer to this little tale as a mess, Cytral so happened to stumble upon us lying in the office’s foyer with no clothes on, in an early-morning visit to HQ.
And of course wordpress ditches my italics around “just give him the gun…” =|
Below is my contribution, there is some subtlety mixed throughout, so I hope that people enjoy.
Tension flares, ships dive and weave the speed of battle envelopes the pod, and more precisely its occupant. Thoughts move down the wires and the ships responds with amazing speed. Targets locks, weapons engage. Destruction rains. There is a slight lull, communications commence, another pause. Guns spin up and the pod evaporates under wither fire. “Stupid ass should have paid me…” Mynxee says. “I do not get it, why don’t they just pay up? It is not like it was an exorbitant amount, who doesn’t have 50Million?” Her pumping blood starts to slow. Shea and Venom chime in, “let’s go to the bar Mynxee!” Her thoughts drift to a lone Colonel Roc Wheeler, the strong arms the quite aura, the power and the tenderness that inhabit him. “Ok” says the CEO of the Hellcats, “let’s roll.”
Arriving in the bar she spots Roc. “I’ll take to you two later”, says Mynxee.
~ Lust ~
Physically wanting to be with her, he gazed at her with great burning intensity. The need, they physical need to be with her was maddening. He wanted to touch her, taste her, and consume her. The glasses he wore, hid this from her and those who could see him, yet she still turned and felt the heat. She walked into the bar, and said “Hi Roc”.
~ Passion ~
In the corner of the room the two talked quietly, as the night wore on, they were closer together. The rushing of endorphins flows through their veins. In his head he saw, two bodies locked together as if one fits with the other. His blood pumps faster, passions rise. Fires begin to burn. Contact, as he brushes her sides with his hands, she squeals and whispers, “Do NOT tease me Roc!” “I like to see you squirm” he says.
~ Desire ~
In the empty regions lives a hungry being. It resolves to satiate itself, yet it cannot be full, no matter what it consumes, it wants more. Energies course through space, to the creature and it wants ever more. Just when it thinks it has enough, the energies subside and it is left, hungry. Mynxee cannot find peace from her monster she just knows that she must feed it. “Do not stop Roc” she cries out. Energy flows again, the creature is happy.
~ Ecstasy ~
The warmth of her body joined with his, the flow of emotions, the weakening of the door she has around her heart gives a little, and she does not want it to stop. “Keep going Roc”, she whispers. Roc too feels his defenses crumble. Seconds pass as Roc enfolds Mynxee with his arms; she is his, just for a while. She sits atop him; he looks up with his glasses still on, “Let’s see those beautiful eyes.” she breathes. Conflict fades, pain no longer exists, imagination takes hold and he is launched into a great unknown. She urges him gently “keep going…please…” He whispers back…”I was daydreaming.” The tempo is set. At ever increasing intervals he ratchets the tempo up a notch. Sweat mixed with her wonderful perfume envelopes the two.
~Glow~
Coals glow softly, all sleep for now…somewhere deep the monster stretches …still hungry.
dammit spelling errors for the loss ( oh the shame oh the embarrassment) dammit dammit dammit. I read it 4 times and missed three things already GRRRR..please forgive those!
Hot damn, Manasi, LOL!
Roc, you officially have more artistic talent in your little finger than most people get in a lifetime.
@Honestly, I tried to balance between the two of you, Roc seems like a pretty strong guy and you certainly seem like a strong woman so I went ‘back and forth’, with lots of innuendo, glad you liked it Mynxee.
Damn. Can’t believe I missed this… *kills self*