"A taste of perfection." The general grins. "I know that your creator built you for pleasure - just like I know you've been using your talents on Coruscant."
"I figured as much." Eve replied, "Fine, I'll let you taste me as much as you want. But in exchange. The pirate, Xanado. Is he also under your command? I've learnt that he has death troopers working for him. So that means he has someone high up on the imperial ranks backing him." The android tries to get something more, wondering just how much Derricote wanted her.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 45+20 (Skill + Knife) Beserker: 65 Isabia draws her beskar vibroblade, the knife buzzing with kinetic energy and hungry for blood. The man in front of her doesn't seem to care much, swinging wildly but efficiently at her armor. The Mandalorian judges the timing, then dodges to the side of a massive downwards cut, before striking, her vibroblade stabbing up through her foe's wrist with a spurt of blood, the sound of flesh being cut in her ear, as the vibrations continue to cut the unprotected flesh. The savage...doesn't seem to care, wrapping an arm around Isabia and pulling her closer to the window.
"He's not one of mine, unfortunately. I'm just here because I knew you would be, and because it's Imperial territory." He starts moving towards her.
Isabia gasp as her blade didn't made too much damage to damit wild beast. He wrestiling her to push her out of the window. No matter, her armor should protect her from damage, but still she didn't lose this fight. She take her wibroblade, trying to stab her oponent in the neck. No matter how much he ignored pain, you can't fight without head.
"Khh." Eve groans as she heard his reply, "Fine, then I hope you don't mind losing a few death troopers then." She replies, standing her ground. Knowing what she agreed to, the android removes her sword from her back, leaning it against a nearby wall. She then waits for Derricote to approach, activating her lustful pheromones just to get him more excited. And perhaps leaving her with something extra.
Tow stepped closer to the young lord. "Of course~" She hummed as she entered the young man's personal space. "We have everything planned and prepared." She put her hand on the lord's arm. "But if you are uncertain, unwilling, then this is the last moment you can abort the mission." She said. She preferred to walk away now, rather then have the boy panic during the act.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 32+10 Beserker: 97 Slashing Damage: 45-20 Isabia Health: 75 Isabia strikes, bringing the blade up the stab underneath the man's chin, but her hand is stopped as her enemy grabs her wrist. He delivers a hard smack to the bottom of the handle, redirecting it towards Isabia's body, and the Mandalorian feels a hot burst of agony as the incredibly sharp knife slashes the unprotected gap between her shoulder, barely missing the shoulder blade. "Get out of the way, man, we got her!" Isabia hears a pirate call from behind her, and hears the sound of another skiff hovering outside the hole in the wall. Without missing a beat, the savage grabs one of his axes and throws it out of the building, the blade cleaving through the pilot's head and sending the skiff plummeting down below, crew screaming as they fall to their deaths. Then the savage grabs Isabia's waist, trying to hoist her up. Looking in his face, she sees a broad smile and wide eyes, the man utterly lost in the ecstasy of battle.
"I might be able to find something out for you." Derricote walks up to her, sniffing the air. "Your pheromones? Lovely." He grins, before his fat hands reach for her chest, and he leans in to claim her lips.
"Do that." She replies, watching his chubby hand reach for her large breasts. "Mmh." Eve muffles a moan as he gropes her soft, yet heavy tit. Is he unaffected? The android pondered, as he moves in to claim her plump lips. "Mmmmh." She moans into his mouth, opening it a bit so that their tongues can dance together. Eve then uses her gloved right hand to reach for his crotch, The faster I pleasure him. The faster I can capture my bounty. She thinks to herself.
"Good~" Tow smiled as she leaned forward and captured the man's lips. "For luck." She then turned and nodded to Nerye. "Let's get to work." She said as the duo made their way to the main technical room.
"Arggg!!!!" Isabia scream of pain as her own blade cut her shoulder. Damit, this guy is real beast and he managed to by single axe to take down skiff! She must take this fight more seriously or she will lose. She use her flamethrower to burn down his face.
Eve feels herself flush a little as she feels something equally as fat as his body as she rubs the man's crotch. Derricote pinches her nipples through her garment, his own flushing expression revealing that he's affected by her ability.
"T-Thanks..." The young man breathes, before Ny'yari nods and follows along. Their path takes them down the stairs they just came up, and into the bowels of the palace underground, where the decor is utilitarian in contrast to the extravagance upstairs. Using the young lord's blueprints, the twi'leks find themselves in front of the door they're looking for, which stands open. Unfortunately, there's a guard standing outside, and two Nikto intechnician's outfits just inside. Looking beyond, Tow sees a cavernous chamber filled with control panels and energy conduits.
"Mmmmnhh!" Eve lets out a sharp moan as he pinches her hardened nipples. Even over her dress, it was enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure up her spine. She grasps his impressive cock, taking note of how her ability was affecting him. "Mmmh, best enjoy yourself... I am confident in my abilities. But if this... Xanado pirate has the backing of someone powerful. Perhaps he'll catch me by surprise... take me away... keep me for himself." The android breaks the kiss, whispering into Derricote's ear to elicit not only lust, but jealousy in the off chance she fails. Trying to ensure he'll want to help her succeed.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 50+20 Beserker: 67 Grappling up close with each other, Isabia can feel the heat of the flames even through her helmet, as her flamethrower spits forth its deadly payload. The enemy gives a shrieking laugh of pure hysteria, as Isabia begins to smell burnt flesh through the filters, half of her foe's face charring and melting. The flames are cut short as the fuel runs out, and the horrifically injured beserker, one of his axes on the floor and the other embedded in the head of one of his allies, begins to shove Isabia, trying to force her back.
Isabia spazm as her enemy didn't let go after being so badly wounded for anything living creature to survive. Her rage and instincts to live get upper hands to her. "Why!" She stabbed him multiple times in the face. "You!" Wibroblade getting red from her own blood, his blood and heat of flamethrower. "Don't!" Her fist getting from punches. "Die!!?!"
Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 66+10 "Heh... I'm starting to suffer from your creator's mistake: I want you all to myself." The man rubs himself against her, hands pulling her breasts free of her garment. "Fine - I'll help."
Eve hides a grin as he agrees, helping him pull up her dress, until she's wearing nothing but her leotard, elbow gloves, and thigh high stockings. "Good choice." She whispers, letting him pull her leotard together, revealing her milky white breasts, topped with pink nipples. In return, Eve grasps his cock tightly, stroking him over his oversized pants.
