"I would appreciate it." The Gank spoke, and there was again, something in his tone, something- Gank! She turned to the side to see a droid hitting a panel with one of the tools. She frowned at somewhat non-standard behaviour. Was it multifunctioning? Gank! Gank! Gank! - Thud! She opened her eyes. There was a thud- no, a blaster fire. She quickly looked around, and realised that the sounds were coming from the outside.
(glad you like it ) There was a silence for a moment. Then, the speakers clicked again. 'Dock sixteen. A dock master will meet.' The radio clicked, and soon her nav-com pinged with a set of coordinates. She looked outside, just to see- her eyes widened. This was a Lambda-class imperial shuttle! Those ships were only operated by imperials from what she heard. But since the war between the Empire and the New Republic, the rebels might also use those machines... It was leaving the station.
Seri snaps upwards, painfully fast, scrambling into a kneeling position. Her hand dives into the pillow behind her, scrambling to retrieve the credit chip. In little else but her sleepwear, she slips from the bed, and slips quickly and quietly to the doorway, pressing herself to one side, and listening carefully. She tries to still her breathing, tries to hear further sounds of combat or disruption above the thundering of her heart in her chest, while she scrambles for a plan.
It takes her a moment, but soon she realises that the commotion is not inside the building - rather, the blaster fire comes from the outside.
Seri’s panic slowly settles, though she remains on high alert. Sudden blaster fire is fairly common in the streets of Nar Shaddaa, and besides, anyone coming after her is unlikely to need to start shooting. There won’t be anyone standing in their way. That thought causes a pang in her chest, and she does her best to shake off the memories stirred by her dream. She really is alone out here, and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing… right? Still, with at least a few hours rest, she decides it’s time to move on. She dresses quickly, and waits for the firefight to die down.
The hour is still early, and she has a couple of more hours for the usage of the room. The blaster fire continues for a few more minutes- ! Suddenly, Seri hears a sound of speeders and the intensification of blaster fire. Then, silence.
“I— Understood. Thank you.” Nami closed the transmission, staring at the departing shuttle. Empire or Republic might not matter much to her usually, but what about the women on the Sarlaac’s Breath? By the sounds of it, some of them had allegiances one way or another. If she’d led them into danger… But what could she do? She couldn’t warn them now, and they might not have enough fuel to divert somewhere else anyway. She had to figure out the situation in the time before they arrived. She guided her ship towards the coordinates she’d been given, to see what kind of welcome awaited her.
The Lambda shuttle left, and by the look of it, it travelled in a completely different direction than she came from - thus it would not intercept the Sarlaac’s Breath. Her ship flew closer, moving past a few defence batteries and fighters - the station seemed to be well guarded... and rich. Finally, it moved past the shield, flying into the dock. Spoiler: Pilot 3+2 vs DC 10 The ship shook a little as she came little to hard - nothing hard happened, but the landing gear strained a little too much for her liking. She started switching the switches, turning off the machine. As she did, she noticed the gate to the station sliding up...
She flinches at the fresh burst of sound, shoulders spasming in a shudder of alarm. In the following silence, a fresh wave of exhaustion overtakes her. Seri staggers back to the bed, slumping into a sitting position. She has got to get off this moon. And she will, soon, just after she has a little… more… rest…
Olena smiled as the atmosphere provided by the glade and her own flirting seemed to have caused Lieutenant Adot to forget whatever annoyance she may have walked into the clearing with. "At least for a little bit... The pool is fresh and clean. Don't you think it would be best to... Enjoy it? Wouldn't want you getting sick and dirty. We... I need you." The vixen spoke in a quiet, breathless tone, her hot breath running over the green-skinned woman's ear as Olena crooned into it. The Amazonian Amaran reached around the front of the rebel officer, hands descending on her chest... And gently pulling back her jacket, helping Adot undress, if she so desired. "I can take the aches from you, just for a little bit."
Nami stared a little too long at those defensive batteries – stupid, she thought, to let herself get distracted. Damaging her own ship was the last thing she needed. But what was this place, after all? What kind of trouble was she in now? For the others’ sake, she had to find the answers. She glanced to see if she could spot who was coming through the gate, preparing to hurry down to the ramp and meet them.
Slowly, as she lay, her eyes started closing. It took a few moments, but soon she fell asleep... ... Serif jolted awake and as she looked around, she realised that the night has ended. She slept a dreamless night until morning.
Adot turned around, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Is that what you were aiming for, soldier?" She asked, and leaned forward, planing a soft kiss on her furry cheek.
Nami could not see who entered - she had to stand to find the being - a human male, flanked by two guards, was walking around her ship and looking it over. Soon, he stopped and waited patiently, while having a small talk with his companions. He was probably a dockmaster.
Seri groans to herself, the haze of her on and off sleep clinging to her. Still dressed, she leans over the bed side and fumbles for her stolen boots, clicking her tongue in dismay at the towering heels. She makes herself as presentable as she can, and slips her precious credit chip inside her bra, keeping it close. Then, steeling herself, she heads for the door, and beyond, to the bar. Time to move ahead.
Nami tried to keep calm as she opened up the ramp and walked down to meet the dock master. She greeted him with a polite smile while trying to get a read on him – at first glance, at least, he didn’t look too formal, like someone who would obsess over rules and regulations. But appearances could be deceptive. “Hello,” she said, “thank you for meeting me. Ah— Nami Azule. This is my ship.” She found herself tripping over her words a little. Flustered – nervous about how this might go. Or was it his looks that had thrown her off? She had to focus…
Still little tired, but definitely rested after the night, Seri made her way out of the room, down the stairs. "Ma'am." She stopped as the servant droid turned to her. "Would you like breakfast?" It asked. "Or just caff?" It inquired.
For a moment, his eyes flickered over her body. There was lust behind his eyes, but also, something else - more professional. Spoiler: Perception +1 (Street creed) +11 Vs DC 10 - success She recognized the look. He was scanning her for danger, trying to pice out who she was by taking in her looks, how dangerous she was. "I am a dock master. I will be taking the fee for docking and making sure that you know the rules." He explained in a matter of fact voice. "First time on the station?" He asked.
“Caff. Yes please.” She nods quickly, a little surprised at herself by just how vigorously she replies. It very nearly makes her smile. She pays for the drink, quickly and surreptitiously, then makes her way over to a quiet table to wait, allowing herself a few moments of peace before she gets to work in earnest. She’s earned it, hasn’t she? In her mind, she starts a list of what she needs next: a terminal, or datapad - a change of clothes, some way of removing the collar around her neck… with another quirk upward of her lips, she steers her thoughts away from imagining the kind of clothes she could afford now. She must be practical. She must.
Spoiler: creed +1+3 vs DC 10 - fail Logically, she knew that there would be those in the underworld who offered services she needed. But... she did not know anyone on this planet who could help her with this. She shook her head. Priorities. She took a sip of caff, and a warm feeling traveled through her body - she felt better. She knew, that she would succeed, that would be easy. But she needed to think differently... but she was a smart one, she would find a way~
