Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia:88+20 Beserker: 33 The crazed man doesn't stop punching the Mandalorian, even as her blade sinks into his flesh, the skin of his knuckles bloody and red. Finally, she feels her knife stab through his skull and into his brain, and he stops moving. She tugs it free, and sees that even as the beserker falls forty stories below, he's still smiling. "You okay?" Vetrik calls out from below. Looking out of the ruined wall, Isabia sees the basilisk dangling below, still attached to the destroyed skiff embedded in the office building.
"I've waited for this for too long." The fat man kneels down, hands on her thighs after moving aside her leotard. Eve moans lewdly as his tongue presses against her entrance, exploring the underside of her labia as he makes good his promise to taste her.
"Aaahn!" Eve shudders as she feels him pull aside her leotard, followed by his greasy tongue prodding along her hole. Which was still as tight as a virgins', thanks to her special body. "Well? Mmmh, was it, nnnh, worth the wait?" She asked, feeling her own body grow aroused. Rewarding the fat man with a steady stream of her sweet, intoxicating fluids.
"Absolutely..." The general groans, his tongue moving upwards, fingers pulling apart her lips to unveil her clit, tongue attacking it with skilled movements. l
"Mmmh, aaahn!" Eve shudders as he goes for her clit, letting him know just how sensitive her body was. Especially as he holds onto her stocking-clad thighs, allowing him to feel her toned, yet soft muscles underneath her smooth synthetic skin.
Isabia fall on her knees, heavy breathing after fight and then give long cry. "Dorman!!" She scream battle cry of her clan, after defeating powerfull oponent. She take her wibroblade and whip it of enemy blood. She looked down in the hole where he fall down, nodding with respect and taking one of his axe as trophy. "Yes, I'm Vetrik! I just have to explain to some local nudist that I'm not interested in his dirty cock!" She said as she fly to rope attached to basilisk. "Tell me when you are ready and I will cut you free!"
The situation was still as they planned. The two walked to the guard and showed him the authorization. "We are here to fix the sythronisation of network to with our device." She said shortly. Soon, as they started working, the shift would change, leaving the duo alone, to do their work...
The Imperial groans as he squeezes her clit between his lips, his hands reaching up to grab the soft flesh of her ass. As the pleasure builds, the android starts to feel her knees growing weak.
(+1 Gammorean Axe) Looking out the window, Isabia can't see where the body landed. Looking up towards the raider settlement, she sees that in the skiff landing zone there lies only a single craft remaining, and even from here she can tell it's under repair, meaning that unless the raiders decide to risk using starships to hunt her among the skyscrapers, she's safe from the air for now. "G-Good. I, uh... Now?" Vetrik says nervously.
The guard looks at her for a moment, before gesturing to one of his compatriots. "Mychel here will watch over you, make sure everything's alright." The aforementioned man sticks to the twi'leks, an inquisitive eye watching them as they work. Tow notes, as well, the mechanics looking casting looks at them, watching their bodies, yes, but also looking to see if the pair know what they're doing.
Isabia take some bacta to clean and take care of her wound on shoulder, as pain reminded her that fight take some of her blood too. After that, she take axe and with strong swing she cut off the rope. Once basilisk was free, she fly back to weapon and sit behind Vetrik. "Well, It look like local raiders are out of our problems. Now only Empire guys and former Jedi." She said as they fly forward.
"Hnnnh!" Eve throws her head back as he squishes her round, perfectly shaped ass. Feeling her soft, supple synthetic flesh, that felt, in a way, better than natural skin. But as she felt her stocking-clad legs grow weak, her knees knocking into each other. It had the effect of her clamping Derricorte's head between her meaty thighs as her fluids gush out of overexcited pussy.
The annoying presence of the guard was expected, and not un predicted. There was really no problem with this - fine tunning the signal could take some time after all. "Has someone messed with the freezuencies recently?" Tow asked as she slowly checked one channel after the other. She looked around, making sure that the rest of the guards left the posts... giving the two bounty hunters the window they needed.
(-1 Bacta, +10 HP) Isabia feels the cold sensation of bacta on her skin, her skin tingling as the substance does its work. Cutting the cord, the basilisk begins to plummet, before the antigrav generators kick in and it begins hovering. The basilisk hums with energy, as she reconnects to it, sparking slightly from where the hook is still attached. "I don't know about that. They don't have skiffs, but they still have the ground covered." Vetrik says uneasily as they begin traversing the ruin.
Derricote doesn't pause for a moment, his pudgy fingers digging into her soft flesh, an adventurous finger caressing her asshole, as his tongue presses past her labia, exploring her sensitive cunt, until it finds her g-spot, roughly lashing and rubbing against it.
"I have no idea, to be honest. You'd be better off asking the maintenance techs." Mychel the guard answers, not impolitely. Looking around, Tow sees the two other mechanics in the room go out to lunch, leaving her, Ny'yari and their guard alone. She remembers that there's a guard posted right outside the door and within earshot of anything loud, though, so whatever she has planned will have to take him into account.
Feeling his finger prod her sensitive asshole, while his tongue snakes its way inside ofnher pussy. "Mmmmh!" Eve shuddered, reactively placing her gloved hand on his bald head for support as she feels her stocking-clad legs go numb. "Aaaahn, c-cum, I'm going to, mmmmmh!" She moans, as her delicious fluids squirt out of her pussy, drenching Derricote's face in the sticky liquid.
The general moans happily as he licks up her juices, lapping up every drop, before standing and planting a kiss on her lips, his tongue pressing into her mouth and making her taste herself.
Eve quivered as his tongue continued lapping up her juices, even as she orgasms. Prolonging her pleasure, "Aaaann." Making her moan louder, until his kiss muffles her voice. As their tongues wrestle with each other, Derricote letting the android taste her own fluids. "Mmmmh, mmllhm." She moans into his mouth, as her gloved hand returns to stroking his cock over his pants. "Aaahn, are you... satisfied?" Eve asked, breathing heavily like a bitch in heat.
The fat man grins as they come up for air, looking down at where her hand touches his prominent hard on. "Are you? Or do you want me to show you how I use Imperial property?"
