"Hmph. Show me, then I'll decide whether or not to add you to my list of people to dispose of." Eve replied in a haughty tone, grasping his cock tightly, before stepping away so that he can strip himself.
Isabia nod for that argument, looking at status of the ship. Sparks worring her if it doesn't become something more serious. " Hmm... Do you think you will be able to fix that part of the ship?" She asked Vetrik pointing at hook. "I could land somewhere with more open area and watch your back as you finish it."
As she turns her back, Eve feels the man looming behind her, a thick forearm slipping around her neck as he pulls her to him roughly, his attitude turning much more aggressive as he undoes his pants, fat cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, only the thin leotard guarding her holes. "Don't turn your back on me." He grunts into her ear, his free hand slipping around her waist to slide underneath her thin garment and frig her still recovering womanhood with his pudgy fingers. "You're Imperial property. My property."
"Yeah, I probably can't get it back to perfect condition while we're in the field like this, but I can try some repairs nonetheless." Vetrik nods. Spoiler: Vetrik Repair Roll D100: 67+10 Basilisk HP restored: 20 Basilisk HP: 79 The two of them stand on a snowy plateau a few miles out from the ruined city, far enough to be out of danger, but close enough to have line of sight on the target. Vetrik, not possessing the insulating tech of Mandalorian armor, shivers a little as he works on the basilisk with a hydrospanner. Soldering some wires and repositioning the armor plates, Vetrik has just managed to get the basilisk in better condition, when Isabia hears a loud whine above her. Turning, she sees two craft soar through the air, and prepares for a fight, but loosens up when she realises they're ignoring the Mandalorian and her partner and heading straight for the city. Zooming in her visor's view, she identifies the craft - TIE Reapers, Imperial combat transports.
"Ghah!" Eve's eyes widen as she feels his arm around her neck, choking her as he pulls her closer to his pudgy body. "Nnnh!" She shudders, feeling his thick cock slide betweem her perfect asscheeks. "So this, nnnh, is what you're really like?" She asked, still showing no signs of respect. Sadly, Eve has long found out that her body seemed to react more to sexual stimulation when her partners get rough. So Derricote would find her shuddering even more, reacting more positively to his roughness. Especially as he goes to attack her sensitive pussy, "Mmmh-aaaaahn!" He'd feel his fingers get coated with her fluids, "Is that, aaahn, right? I don't recall being, mmh, yours." Eve struggled to reply as he continues choking her, making her pussy clamp down on his fingers.
Isabia take deep breath as Vetrik finally finished repair. He do decent job, but he has to use workshop to finish it on tip top. "Well, not bad, not bad boy. So now we can Get down!" She call to him as she saw two crafts above them. From her knees behind wall, she saw that Empire didn't seem them. Or decided to ignore their small team. "Hmmm... It look like our competition show up. They outnumber us, that is sure." She said wondering on their next move. "Hmm... Let's wait ten minutes and then fly after them. Maybe they should keep ignoring us."
"Not always, but I get the sense that this is how you like it..." Derricote chuckles, a loud clap sounding as he strikes one of her asscheeks with force, before returning to piston his fingers into her drenched cunt. "Then I should make you mine, shouldn't I?" He shoves forward, the leotard treacherously moving out of the way, and then she feels his cock deep in her ass.
"A-Alright." From the city, Isabia begins to see the flashing red lights of blaster fire, and hears the booms and cracks of explosions. Getting back on the basilisk, they head back out over the city. Looking down at the ground, she uses the zoom function to examine the Imperials. These...are no stormtroopers, that's for sure. The Imperial soldiers wear jet black armor, and they move with extreme military precision as they fight through the broken streets of the city against the raiders, showing elite training. Spoiler: Luck Roll D10: 3 Their training also shows in their awareness. Taking cover from a firefight, one of the black armored soldiers spots the basilisk above, and Isabia's eyes widen as he unslings a rocket launcher from his shoulder and efficiently begins to load it.
"And what gave you, nnnh, that idea?" Eve replied, moaning as she did. Feeling fluids run down her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings. "Mmmmh!" Followed by a shudder, as he spanks her ass, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. "Y-you can, aaahn, try. Mmmh, a lot of men have... aaahn. But at the end of the day, I'm still, mmmh, free." Eve replied to his taunt as he fingers her pussy, leaving her quivering in lust as he attacks her gspot over, and over again. Already the android could feel a second orgasm building up. Only for Derricote to savagely penetrate her asshole, "Ggnhhhhh!" Eve mewls, her entire body spasming as she squirts once more. Only this time Derricote's face wasn't there to receive her juices, causing her fluids to pool onto the floor. Filling the room with her erotic scent.
"Only because they've allowed you to remain, ugh, so." Derricote violently hammers his cock inside her ass, his fingers moving in time to stimulate her without mercy, his whole hand drenched in her juices. "You really think if I ordered a squad of, mmf, stormtroopers in here to capture you, you'd try to stop them?"
Isabia cursed loud as she keep manual harder. "Hold up Vetrik and be ready on my comand to take pilot set!" She said to her companion as she roll basilisk and fire in the dark stormtrooper.
"Mmmmh, t-that's what you, aahan, think!" Eve replied, clenching her gloved hands as he fucks her ass. Every thrust rocking her body, making her large breasts sway. And with Derricote's finger stimulating her pussy, "Haaahn!" Eve was beginning to get consumed by pleasure. "Hhnn, of... course!" She replies, trying to sound haughty, despite her sultry voice. "I can easily, mmmh, dispatch a squad of, aaahn, troopers." She acts defiant, but with the way her body trembled. Derricote can tell she's close to a third climax already.
As Tow looked around, she searched for the place they could connect the gas to - it should have bee out of the way enough for the bounty hunters to act unnoticed. They just needed to get there... or one of them needed to get there~ "Hey!" She addressed the technicians. "Do you have the log of works performed on the communication part of the system?" She asked, as she leaned forward flashing her cleavage. Hopefully, one or both of them will take her for quicky into that hidden place, so she could then stun the man/woman and gas the entire palace~ without raising an alarm~
Spoiler: Vehicle Combat Roll D100: 33+20 (Basilisk)=53 (Minor Success) "What sea- oh no!" Vetrik clings tightly to her as Isbia performs a barrel roll, a rocket whizzing past her helmet. She returns fire at the man on the ground, but he deftly dodges out of the way of the craft's weapons and begins reloading.
"Not with my cock in you." Derricote grips her breasts as he pounds her, his breath hot in her ear as he nibbles on her earlobe possessively. "Shall we test out your theory?"
"Nnnh! Gghm!" Eve couldn't reply as his arm remained around her slender neck, choking her as he continued pummeling his monstrous cock into her ass. "I-if you, mmmh, don't mind losing a few, aaann, men." The android replied, reaching for her blade. But sadly, Derricote will notice how unsteady she was on her feet, her heels clicking onto the floor as she could barely move away from his grasp.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 26 (Fail) The layout of the palace's inner workings seems unusual and unlike those she's seen before. Try as she might, Tow can't identify where the ventilation feeds are. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 68+10+15 (Skill and Nyyari)= 93 (Crit) A technician, a young man, points at himself in surprise, eyes fixed on her breasts. "Me? Oh, sure, of course!" He nods. "They're not here - come follow me." He nods, not even asking why she needs them. The guard assigned to keep an eye on her, however, does just that, tagging along as a third wheel.
Derricote chuckles, not pausing his rough fucking as he grabs his communicator. "Commander? Send in...what would you say you could handle, four?" He interrupts to ask Eve, before continuing. "Send in five of your best men. Actually, belay that. Send in the five men in this garrison with the most infractions for fraternization - the worst scum you have. Never mind why." A few minutes later, five stormtroopers enter the room, helmets masking any surprise they might have at the lewd situation, with the general still roughly fucking his android creation. "Well?" Derricote says as he has Eve bent over the commander's desk, thrusting into her from behind. "These men are scum - surely you should have no problem with them."
"Mmmh, nnnnh!" Eve struggled to contain her moans, even as Derricote spoke into his communicator. "B-bastard, so you know, aaahn, that there are scum in your, mmmh, soldiers!" She growls, but her voice was tinged with lust. Especially as he fucks another orgasm into her, forcing her to reach her peak, squirting onto the floor, filling the room with her erotic scent. And then the door opened, "Nnnh." Eve struggles to unsheath her blade, "Bastards... abusing your positions. Pre... aaahn. Prepare to meet your demise!" The android tries to get into her stance, but with unsteady legs, and with Derricote's continued pounding. She couldn't even raise her blade. Needless to say how any sort of fright she could instill was removed due to the erotic situation she's found herself in.
