Like...You Want Fries with That?

Something Lady Blue and I are working on. Enjoy.

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It all started off as an innocent rescue mission. Tony Stark, the cheap playboy behind Iron Man, was banished to deep space by the Black Cat. The sexy feline was stealing an ancient Egyptian mystical artifact when Iron Man intervened. In a blinding flash of dazzling light...Iron Man was gone. Lady Blue and Darth Wolf set out to find Tony, but first a bite to eat. What in the Milky Way could possibly go wrong?

We join our heroines at Milliways, a kicking screaming hysterical Lady Blue is being dragged out by guards as Tara is out ice cold on the floor...

It wasn’t like Tara was a drunk, she was a woman who knew her limits. Four or Five Long Island Ice Teas would be plenty to get that warm fuzzy glassy blood shot eye feeling. Sadly after two our heroine promptly collapsed to the floor in a drunken stupor. Worse, it transpired a few minutes before the intergalactic police drug a struggling Bluey out.

The Vl’Hurg police picked up the inebriated Dark Jedi and drug her in the opposite direction of the kicking and screaming Lady Blue. The greedy corrupt police thugs recognized the petite dynamo the moment her and Blue-sama set foot inside the establishment. There was an intergalactic bench warrant out for her arrest as well as a bounty on her pretty little brunette head. All it took was one little exchange of the local currency and the barkeep spiked Tara’s drink.

The corrupt officers stripped her of EVERYTHING. They strapped a collar around her neck and left a box next to the sleeping Wolf. They tossed a sheet over her and allowed the drunk Sith to sleep it off as they examined her prized light sabre.

One of them activated it; it was a very moronic thing to do. Tara was still sleeping off her drug induced stupor to hear the blood curling agonizing scream of agony. The accursed humming purple weapon rolled into a corner as the Vl’Hurg picked up the cauterized limb as he screamed all the way to the infirmary.

The drugged Wolf slowly came out of her stupor. She shielded her sensitive eyes and glanced around the brightly lit room, even wincing she could see she was in a holding cell. “Bluey? What did you do now?” she moaned. She felt her elbow hit a box and a thump echoed in her cell.

Tara let the sheet slide off of her as she glanced down at the box. That’s when she realized that she was wearing her birthday suit, this was not kosher. The incensed Darth Wolf heard her light sabre humming in the corner. Naked or not, she was going to bust out of this galactic jail, she was an Imperial Commander after all.

The nude Wolf stood up and flicked her wrist open, calling her purple weapon of death. Her crony weapon committed mutiny, it refused to budge. Tara gritted her teeth and growled, “I said come to mommy!”

Inexplicably Tara felt the box nestling against her ankle, the shocked nude brunette glanced down and saw an envelope sitting atop a green outfit. She could see BLUE written in large blue letters. Tara knelt and picked up the envelope.

She sighed, closed her electric blue eyes and shook her head. Tara opened it and read aloud, “Put these clothes on or you will never see your blue haired friend again.” She huffed and crinkled the note. She reluctantly put the ‘outfit’ on. Her hunter green top had barely enough material to cover an American quarter. She then put on her matching skirt, it flowed freely down to her ankles. A single slit ran up her long shapely leg and right up to her well oiled hip.

“Sithspit,” she growled, “PK if you’re behind this I’m going to turn all your pumplings into pumpkin pie next Thanksgiving!”

At that time two Vidiians from the Delta Quadrant walked in. The two disfigured aliens picked up their instruments and scanned Tara. They looked at each other and nodded. “She’ll do quite nicely.”

Tara gnashed her angry teeth together, before she could fire off that she was an imperial officer of the galactic navy she threw her head back and screamed. A dazzling brilliant yellow energy field danced around her. She remembered her Dark Jedi training and attempted to feed off the pain to feed the Force, that’s when she finally felt the collar around her neck.

Her eyes slowly turned green as the yellow energy field ebbed. The roots of her silky hair turned green, slowly the greenness swam up to her ends. Tara sank to her knees, breathing heavily. She panted heavily as she leaned forward onto her hands. She closed her eyes and took several rapid shallow breaths. She opened them and saw the shock of her young life…her hands were turning green...