Seri let’s out a soft squeak as she’s pushed back onto the bed, her chest wobbling enticingly at the gentle impact. Her jacket falls open, giving the siblings a generous display of her slender body, tight black clothing against her bright pink skin. She looks up at Tai as the other woman descends on her, small hands pinned as she’s held down. Her heart flutters in her chest, and for a moment she considers wriggling free and bolting for the door. But the arousal of her companions is - for her - literally infectious. Her thighs quiver and her skin prickles under Tai’s tongue. She opens her mouth to her, tongue accepting Tai’s urgently.
The new role was... something she did not expect. It was... nerve-wracking. Yet, not as nerve-wracking as fighting - and she found it far easier than the recent combat. The Echani nodded her head at the suggestion of searching the ship. But Nami's question was met with silence. It seems that the gravity of the situation was weighing hard on the freed slaves- "W-what about calling for help?" One of the women asked. "Yeah, will Republic not come to save us?" Red-skinned Davorian asked. "Republic?! Those rebels? We should closest Moff for aid!" A human, yellow-skinned woman hissed. The air shifted as there seemed to be a new division coming to light - as two groups started forming, ready to jump to each other's throat.
"Well, it is quite simple project, when you know how it is done. You see, I set bombs to explode as soon as someone try to open the panel without first sticking inside something to separate wires and..." Ahina explained whole concept of the trap. (Something similar to Death Note, ) When Crix asked for potential reapair, Ahina consider it. "Well... It should be possible to find more similar ships, Republic send here great army. But this wasn't made for hyperdrive jumps, it is too weak for that. I could try to improvide something, but this would be risky and I wouldn't recommend it, until it would be our last resorve."
“Everyone, please! – Please.” Desperately, Nami held her hands up in a placating gesture, trying to put herself between the two groups. “Empire or Republic is – is a long way away from where we are right now.” She looked around at the angry parties. “Maybe we won’t all be allies or friends when this is over, but first it needs to be over. For now, we are stuck with each other.” She clutched her hands to her chest and took a deep breath, her heart still pounding. “I promise you, I give you my absolute word, I have no allegiance to any faction. It doesn’t matter where any of us came from. All that matters is that we get somewhere safe. If we fight each other, only the slavers out there will win.”
The woman moved forward, crashing her lips against Seri's, greedily sucking her lips, her tongue dancing inside Zeltron's mouth. Then, she stepped back. "Dance for us~" She demanded, giving Seri's tit a squeeze. "Strip~" She all but ordered, as she lunged on couch, pushing Seri of, and giving her ass a spank.
Crix nodded at the information. "Then there is a little reason o repair the ship... Unless we won't find something better." He shook his head. "We can use the rifles later for trade... Okay, secure this cache." He commanded.
Spoiler: Persuasion 2+18 Vs DC 10 (12-2) - success The words came out surprisingly easy from her mouth. And to her surprise, everyone paused and listened to her. They were willing to obey her. And then a realisation arrived - she established herself as a figure of authority. A leader of this group. With all the perks and responsibilities that are connected with it.
„Better step out the ship, if I something mess, the explosion won’t kill us both”. Ahina sets a trap as she describes, which connects with grenadines so if it explodes, it will blow up half of the ship. Ahina works carefully and with big attention, to avoid any accidental damage. Finally she finished and nod to Crix. „Done, let’s go back to Tai”.
Seri takes an unsteady step, nearly losing her balance at the quick slap to her meaty bottom. She relishes the command, but also sees an opportunity to gain the upper hand. Alright you stupid slut, give them a dance. Get what we came for. She slips off her boots, padding barefoot to the end of the bed. Swaying, finding the rhythm of the distant throbbing music, she slides her jacket down, baring her shoulders, then letting it fall. Eyes half closed, she lets herself enjoy this part, back arching and hips swaying, her hands running over her waist, then her chest, squeezing her tits together for the pair, before she begins to peel off her top.
That sense of responsibility rested heavy on Nami’s shoulders, but at least the situation had calmed down. She gave herself a moment to breathe, her pulse still racing. “All right,” she said, “let’s look around and see what we have to work with on this ship. Carefully – there might be security we don’t know about. Does anyone here have experience with that kind of thing?”
Spoiler: Engineer 3+11 vs DC 10 - success Ahina prepared the trap then carefully closed the hatch. Thankfully, she did not hear any more noises coming from inside, signifying a falling grenade. She was not specialised in demolitions, but she had enough basic knowledge to prepare this trap. Crix nodded his head and waited for Ahina to leave the ship, before following her, blaster rifle ready to be used. The two made it back safely and rejoined Tai. "Here! A gift!" Crix said as he threw a rifle, which the female cought easily. "This is mass-produced, ancient junk." The woman scoffed. "Yes. But the rifle is younger." Crix comment made Tai scoff at him. She started checking the weapon. "Is the ship usable?" She asked as she aimed the weapon at one of rocks and started calibrating it.
The two siblings sat down, their eyes glued to her. The man started moving his hand over his crotch, his eyes following each of Seri's movements. The woman leaned back in her seat, a wide smile on her face, the light in her eyes dancing with delight. "We got a keeper, brother ~" She purred. "Yes, we have, sister~" His voice was deeper, already betraying his excitement.
The Echani nodded her face. "I have some skills in piloting." She said. "What should we prioritise?" One of the humans asked. "Weapons?" A Devaronian female suggested. "Food? Credits?" One of Twi'lek's scoffed. "I listened to one of Mast-" She paused, stumbling. "His holo calls. He was almost out of cash. He was to make big on the trade with his... current merchandise." She said, making a couple of present wince. They knew all too well, how Thassco would make credits.
A keeper. The words send a shudder over Seri’s skin - one that she does her best to conceal as she writhes and undulates with the music. They just mean tonight. They’re not really going to keep me. I just have to get through tonight. I’ll enjoy it, if I let myself. She closes her eyes fully, drifting into the dance. She swirls her hips about, her tight crop top half off, baring the underside of her full pink boobs. Then it’s off, and her tits spring free, bouncing enticingly. Her eyes open and lock onto the sister’s, her heavy eye-shadow making her gaze deep and inviting. Then she looks to the brother, biting her lip as she watches him rub himself. She turns about, inching down her leggings, and then back around, her lower belly and the suggestion of her mound showing. Seri slips to her knees, fully entranced by the sensation of dancing for the pair, legs wide as she kneels, her back arched as she sways, breasts held up for the pair to see. Under heavy lids, her eyes flicker just for a moment, searching for any discarded items of clothing. Just to stay ahead of the game. But she knows she’s in deep now.
She’d known it, but Nami still shivered at the thought. She nodded slowly before replying. “In that case, I think it’s even more important we find a way into the records,” she said. “To know about any arrangements he made. He might even have a flight plan authorised already.” Or he might have a buyer on the way here, but Nami didn’t want to be the one to mention that possibility. “Aside from that – yes, food, and clothes too.” She looked around. “Has anyone been to other parts of the ship? Do you know where those things might be?”
Ahina gives two grenadines to Tai and some of the food so everyone of their group has explosives materials. „Sadly, no. Maybe we could find spare parts for it to fly, but we won’t leave planet on this. But we found big piles of supplies, more than we could carry on Tai”. Ahina said smiling. „We secured it”.
The man was about to get up, but a hand on his shoulder stops him. "Patience, brother." The woman smiled as she unzipped her jacket. "Let her work herself into frenzy, until she begs us to screw her. The best bites come to patients hunters." She smiled. The man thought for a moment, then nodded his head, leaning back on couch. "You are right sister, the night is young." He smiled at Seri. "And I am curious just how much redder Zeltron's skin gets when she blushes~" He said as his eyes focused on exposed breasts. He licked his lips, his hand moving to his crotch.
Several women shook their heads. "No, we were kept in cells. Not leaving them." One of Twi'lek explained. "There were few who were taken away and never returned. " One of human women said, her tone grim. For a moment there was silence, suddenly Echani spoke louder. "Okay, get to work, divide into groups and start searching the ship!" Echani ordered loudly, then nodded to Nami. The groups moved out and soon she was alone.
The woman smiled. "Good." She purred. Crix thought for a moment, before turning to Ahina. "What about the hangar? Do you know if the ship we took for mission is still there?" He asked. "Or maybe the parts, we could use for the shuttle?"
Seri does blush. Hard; her pink cheeks filling with a deeper, reddish strawberry tone. Still on her knees, her toes curl helplessly in a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. They have me wrapped around their fingers. She raises her arms, letting her breasts fall and shake as she twists her upper body, mussing up her hair as she dances in earnest. Her eyes drift again and again to the brother’s crotch, her lips parted with yearning. She really is losing herself now, their lust piling on top of hers as she soaks up the thick desire on the air. She drops to her hands and knees, back arched in a show of submission, her round pink ass sliding out of her leggings, bare except for a thong she’s now very glad she chose when she dressed this morning. She shakes the bubbly globes of her bottom for them, looking up under a curtain of hair, with very little in her head now but the craving to taste and be taken. “Am I… doing well?” She asks breathlessly from the floor, almost shyly.
