Star Wars: Warlords

[lady-lux]

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.

Nami swallowed and nodded, trying to seem polite and cooperative. Mirroring his straightforwardness and professionalism might win her some points. As for the docking fee – she could only hope it wasn’t too high. The Sarlaac’s Breath would need to pay it, too.

“My first time here, yes,” she said. “You have my full attention. Please, go ahead.”

 

[majus]

Nami swallowed and nodded, trying to seem polite and cooperative. Mirroring his straightforwardness and professionalism might win her some points. As for the docking fee – she could only hope it wasn’t too high. The Sarlaac’s Breath would need to pay it, too.

“My first time here, yes,” she said. “You have my full attention. Please, go ahead.”

The man nodded his head as he picked up a data pad.

"First, a docking fee, one hundred credits for each day of stay." He said as she looked at her. "I will need a ship name and captain's name for registry." He started with basics.

 

[Elfie]

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~

Seri takes another sip, and rolls her shoulders. Time to get to work.

She adjusts her clothing, adding a little more cleavage than she’d originally intended to display, and lets her hair fall to frame her face. With what’s at stake, what’s a little more skin and a few more honeyed words?

She makes for the bar first, and perches on a stool, back arched, chest forward. Once she has the bartenders attention, she tilts her head with a warm little grin. “Hey.” She murmurs sweetly, “Help a girl out?” She brushes her lower lip with her teeth, testing the waters with her pheromones.

“A girl who needs to get off-world?”

 

[majus]

Seri takes another sip, and rolls her shoulders. Time to get to work.

She adjusts her clothing, adding a little more cleavage than she’d originally intended to display, and lets her hair fall to frame her face. With what’s at stake, what’s a little more skin and a few more honeyed words?

She makes for the bar first, and perches on a stool, back arched, chest forward. Once she has the bartenders attention, she tilts her head with a warm little grin. “Hey.” She murmurs sweetly, “Help a girl out?” She brushes her lower lip with her teeth, testing the waters with her pheromones.

“A girl who needs to get off-world?”

The man behind the counter glanced at her, his eyes focused on her chest. His cybernetic arm stopped for a moment - this was quite a luxurious mmodel.

Spoiler: Chat

2+17 Vs DC 8 (10-2-2 beautiful, pheromones)

He licked his lips.

"Well then... Contacts and some credits." He started. "Do you want to buy a ship, or leave in someone's ship? Quietly or normally?" He paused, his eyes again roaming her body. "And, how much are you willing to pay?"

 

[ImAWanderer]

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.

Olena allowed a considerate hum to escape her, her tail swishing lightly at the physical affection bestowed on her. She released her grip on Adot as she turned to face her subordinate, before the Amazonian Amaran finished helping the officer out of her jacket. Her blue eyes swept down the length of the green woman's body, appreciation clear in the eternally mischief gaze of the voluptuous vixen. "I'm here to satisfy your every wish, ma'am. It's my duty as your... Subordinate."

With that, Olena chose to mirror and exceed Adot's increasing state of undress. She shifted her weight from side to side as her hands fell to her belt, turning away from the officer at the same languid rate at which she pulled the belt through her trouser loops, wide hips swaying with each shift in her stance. When her back was fully to Adot, Olena arched her back and lifted her tail, providing an unobstructed view of her tightly-clad rear - she always seemed to find uniform items just a hair too small for her body, placing more emphasis on her curves than the usual baggy combat fatigues.

The vulpine temptress didn't stop swaying her hips, her large and fluffy tail swinging like a pendulum to counteract - or emphasize - the movement as she undid the buttons on her trousers. Olena looked over her shoulder, a breezy smile tempering the sexually charged display, before slowly pulling her trousers and panties down the length of her alluringly thick yet statuesque legs. The voluptuous vixen bent forward, back still arched, steadily increasing the implicit demand for any observer to become distracted by her derrière as it filled out into a heart-shape, emphasized by the corresponding pattern of cream-white fur along her butt. A tempting target for an itchy palm, especially as Olena continued to subtly shake it from side to side as she worked her trousers and underwear past her ankles.

"So, shall we take a dip?" The farm girl inquired, as if she wasn't showing off her puffy labia or uncovered dark star to her superior.

 

[Elfie]

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The man behind the counter glanced at her, his eyes focused on her chest. His cybernetic arm stopped for a moment - this was quite a luxurious mmodel.

Spoiler: Chat

2+17 Vs DC 8 (10-2-2 beautiful, pheromones)

He licked his lips.

"Well then... Contacts and some credits." He started. "Do you want to buy a ship, or leave in someone's ship? Quietly or normally?" He paused, his eyes again roaming her body. "And, how much are you willing to pay?"

(Oh no! He’s hot!)

Seri parts her lips, pausing for a moment. Her pheromones certainly seem to have had the desired effect. Perhaps too effective, as a sort of feedback loop has her eye wandering over the bartender’s handsome features.

“I… don’t know the first thing about flying a ship.” She admits, truthfully, though she makes herself seem a little more clueless than she actually is. “So someone else’s would be preferred. Someone trustworthy, dependable.”

She meets his eyes, leaning forward conspiratorially, cleavage deepening, her chin propped on the heel of her palm. “As quiet as is possible.” She lowers her gaze for a moment, playing up a demure expression, “As for the price, I mean I haven’t much. But I can pull together funds to make sure it’s done right… if I come up short, I don’t know… maybe there’s a way I can balance the books?”

 

[lady-lux]

The man nodded his head as he picked up a data pad.

"First, a docking fee, one hundred credits for each day of stay." He said as she looked at her. "I will need a ship name and captain's name for registry." He started with basics.

Nami nodded, relieved. A hundred credits, that she could deal with. She reached into her bag to retrieve that amount.

“Captain Nami Azule,” she said, “of the Paraselene.” She smiled as she handed over the credits, letting her hand brush briefly against his, seeing how he would react.

 

[majus]

Olena allowed a considerate hum to escape her, her tail swishing lightly at the physical affection bestowed on her. She released her grip on Adot as she turned to face her subordinate, before the Amazonian Amaran finished helping the officer out of her jacket. Her blue eyes swept down the length of the green woman's body, appreciation clear in the eternally mischief gaze of the voluptuous vixen. "I'm here to satisfy your every wish, ma'am. It's my duty as your... Subordinate."

With that, Olena chose to mirror and exceed Adot's increasing state of undress. She shifted her weight from side to side as her hands fell to her belt, turning away from the officer at the same languid rate at which she pulled the belt through her trouser loops, wide hips swaying with each shift in her stance. When her back was fully to Adot, Olena arched her back and lifted her tail, providing an unobstructed view of her tightly-clad rear - she always seemed to find uniform items just a hair too small for her body, placing more emphasis on her curves than the usual baggy combat fatigues.

The vulpine temptress didn't stop swaying her hips, her large and fluffy tail swinging like a pendulum to counteract - or emphasize - the movement as she undid the buttons on her trousers. Olena looked over her shoulder, a breezy smile tempering the sexually charged display, before slowly pulling her trousers and panties down the length of her alluringly thick yet statuesque legs. The voluptuous vixen bent forward, back still arched, steadily increasing the implicit demand for any observer to become distracted by her derrière as it filled out into a heart-shape, emphasized by the corresponding pattern of cream-white fur along her butt. A tempting target for an itchy palm, especially as Olena continued to subtly shake it from side to side as she worked her trousers and underwear past her ankles.

"So, shall we take a dip?" The farm girl inquired, as if she wasn't showing off her puffy labia or uncovered dark star to her superior.

The woman's eyes were roaming over Olena's body taking it in. She licked her lips, as she took a step, her hands touching the woman's fur. She started moving them over hair and kins, combing them, tracing her hands over the large ears.

"Sure~" She agreed, as she stepped back, walking into the water with a sway of her hips. When the water reached her waist, she jumped in, disappearing for a moment underwater, before resurfacing with a laugh as she swam over the lake.

 

[majus]

(Oh no! He’s hot!)

Seri parts her lips, pausing for a moment. Her pheromones certainly seem to have had the desired effect. Perhaps too effective, as a sort of feedback loop has her eye wandering over the bartender’s handsome features.

“I… don’t know the first thing about flying a ship.” She admits, truthfully, though she makes herself seem a little more clueless than she actually is. “So someone else’s would be preferred. Someone trustworthy, dependable.”

She meets his eyes, leaning forward conspiratorially, cleavage deepening, her chin propped on the heel of her palm. “As quiet as is possible.” She lowers her gaze for a moment, playing up a demure expression, “As for the price, I mean I haven’t much. But I can pull together funds to make sure it’s done right… if I come up short, I don’t know… maybe there’s a way I can balance the books?”

( )

He smiled, as his eyes traveled below her neckline.

"Oh, I have a few ideas... That we can work out." He nodded his head. "But, that would be for information. As for payment for Ship's ticket... That is something else."

He filled a glass with liquid and put it in front of Seri.

"So... Alternative payment for information?" He raised an eyebrow, and smiled roguishly and she could swear that his cybernetic arm reflected light from his teeth for an instant.

 

[majus]

Nami nodded, relieved. A hundred credits, that she could deal with. She reached into her bag to retrieve that amount.

“Captain Nami Azule,” she said, “of the Paraselene.” She smiled as she handed over the credits, letting her hand brush briefly against his, seeing how he would react.

The man nodded his head as he took a credit chip.

"The rules are simple. No making trouble. No blaster fights - we don't want someone to make a hole in the structure." He said. "No actions that would endanger station. You do that, you land yourself with a bounty on your head."

Spoiler: Creed

1+20 - critical success

She got what he was saying. No blasters, that meant that Meele weapons were acceptable... Anything was acceptable, as long as the rule of station master was not threatened and station was not endangered. It was truly a wild state....

 

[Elfie]

( )

He smiled, as his eyes traveled below her neckline.

"Oh, I have a few ideas... That we can work out." He nodded his head. "But, that would be for information. As for payment for Ship's ticket... That is something else."

He filled a glass with liquid and put it in front of Seri.

"So... Alternative payment for information?" He raised an eyebrow, and smiled roguishly and she could swear that his cybernetic arm reflected light from his teeth for an instant.

Seri takes the glass, swirling the liquid around for a moment, as she holds it up. She takes a long, slow drink, parting her lips coyly.

When she’s finished, it’s all gone. “That sounds about right to me.” She murmurs, tenting her fingers over the rim of the glass as she eyes him. “After all, with an arm like that, I can’t help but think you’re a well-connected man.”

 

[majus]

Seri takes the glass, swirling the liquid around for a moment, as she holds it up. She takes a long, slow drink, parting her lips coyly.

When she’s finished, it’s all gone. “That sounds about right to me.” She murmurs, tenting her fingers over the rim of the glass as she eyes him. “After all, with an arm like that, I can’t help but think you’re a well-connected man.”

Spoiler: Joke

+1 +13 Vs DC 8 (10-2) - success

Despite this being somewhat corny joke, the man laughed loudly, his laughter genuine.

He leaned forward and refiled her glass.

"On me." He smiled, thinking for a moment. "Well... I know a few individuals who could help you out of this place - depending on some payment and your destination, of course?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

 

[Elfie]

Spoiler: Joke

+1 +13 Vs DC 8 (10-2) - success

Despite this being somewhat corny joke, the man laughed loudly, his laughter genuine.

He leaned forward and refiled her glass.

"On me." He smiled, thinking for a moment. "Well... I know a few individuals who could help you out of this place - depending on some payment and your destination, of course?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

(I hadn’t even realised the pun!)

“Why thank you.” She smiles, cheeks already flushed, and has enough presence of mind to sip this second drink, rather than knock it back. She needs to keep her thoughts at least somewhat clear, for now…

“I can manage payment. I think.” She catches herself, still not wanting to tip her hand and reveal just how many credits she’s come into. She can feel her skin prickling happy with a mix of alcohol and the pheromones bouncing between them. She must stay focused…

“Destination. I… I’m not fussy. Somewhere quiet. Warm. Imperial or Republic doesn’t much matter to me. Just… quiet.” She gulps at the drink again as she finishes, a note of vulnerability entering her words before she can squash it. She decides to lean into it, appeal to his ego, and play up her defencelessness. Her small pink hand lays flat on the table, not far from his, inviting. “Somewhere safe. Is that enough? For that information. I’d do a lot.”

She realises she isn’t lying there.

 

[lady-lux]

The man nodded his head as he took a credit chip.

"The rules are simple. No making trouble. No blaster fights - we don't want someone to make a hole in the structure." He said. "No actions that would endanger station. You do that, you land yourself with a bounty on your head."

Spoiler: Creed

1+20 - critical success

She got what he was saying. No blasters, that meant that Meele weapons were acceptable... Anything was acceptable, as long as the rule of station master was not threatened and station was not endangered. It was truly a wild state....

“I understand.” Nami nodded along, thinking about her blaster – the only weapon she had, but even the thought of using it gave her a chill anyway. Of course, so did walking around such a lawless station alone and unprotected. “Is there anything else?”

 

[ImAWanderer]

The woman's eyes were roaming over Olena's body taking it in. She licked her lips, as she took a step, her hands touching the woman's fur. She started moving them over hair and kins, combing them, tracing her hands over the large ears.

"Sure~" She agreed, as she stepped back, walking into the water with a sway of her hips. When the water reached her waist, she jumped in, disappearing for a moment underwater, before resurfacing with a laugh as she swam over the lake.

Olena had stood up straight by the time Adot had put her hands on her subordinate. The Amazonian Amaran almost melted into her hands when the green woman began to run her fingers through the redhead's hair and over her ears. Those fuzzy radar dishes shifted from one way to the other before finally flattening against her skull under the physical affection. A pleased sound similar to a building vulpine yip escaped her, her blue eyes narrowing with sensory pleasure as she tilted her head into Adot's grasp.

When the officer stepped away, Olena was nonetheless close behind, hands following Adot as she helped the emerald-skinned woman strip down before the two hopped in the water. Olena removed her blouse and shirt as she returned to the water, peeling back her blouse and lifting her shirt by the hem and over her head before tossing both to the shore. Any outside observer might note she put less thought into where she put her belongings, especially her rifle. Nonetheless, the vulpine insurgent didn't allow her superior to swim in peace.

Olena caught up with Adot with a mischievous grin and glint in her eyes, before she sidled up behind the officer again, hands clasping her hips. "Oh, ma'am... You must have worked up quite the sweat, running around in a place like this..." The voluptuous vixen pulled herself flush to her superior's back, her breasts pressing against them. The hands on Adot's hips rise, slowly rubbing her sides before steadily circling around, fingers tracing the lines of her abdomen. "So... Dirty~," Olena huskily whispered into Adot's ear as her hands began to rise up to feel at her chest.

 

[majus]

(I hadn’t even realised the pun!)

“Why thank you.” She smiles, cheeks already flushed, and has enough presence of mind to sip this second drink, rather than knock it back. She needs to keep her thoughts at least somewhat clear, for now…

“I can manage payment. I think.” She catches herself, still not wanting to tip her hand and reveal just how many credits she’s come into. She can feel her skin prickling happy with a mix of alcohol and the pheromones bouncing between them. She must stay focused…

“Destination. I… I’m not fussy. Somewhere quiet. Warm. Imperial or Republic doesn’t much matter to me. Just… quiet.” She gulps at the drink again as she finishes, a note of vulnerability entering her words before she can squash it. She decides to lean into it, appeal to his ego, and play up her defencelessness. Her small pink hand lays flat on the table, not far from his, inviting. “Somewhere safe. Is that enough? For that information. I’d do a lot.”

She realises she isn’t lying there.

( That's even better~ )
He frowned.

"Somewhere safe and quiet... Well, that might be difficult with Imps and Reps ducking it out.

Then, as he heard her next statement, his face spread in grin.

"Oh?" He hummed, as he noticed her behaviour. "Well then..." He refilled her glass with more alcohol. "I think I can help you~" He leaned forward, his lips closer, so she could feel his breath on her skin.

 

[majus]

“I understand.” Nami nodded along, thinking about her blaster – the only weapon she had, but even the thought of using it gave her a chill anyway. Of course, so did walking around such a lawless station alone and unprotected. “Is there anything else?”

The man shook his head.

"No, that is about it." He shook his head. "If that is everything, I will log you in and you will be free to move around the station." He said as he continued working on his data pad.

 

[majus]

Olena had stood up straight by the time Adot had put her hands on her subordinate. The Amazonian Amaran almost melted into her hands when the green woman began to run her fingers through the redhead's hair and over her ears. Those fuzzy radar dishes shifted from one way to the other before finally flattening against her skull under the physical affection. A pleased sound similar to a building vulpine yip escaped her, her blue eyes narrowing with sensory pleasure as she tilted her head into Adot's grasp.

When the officer stepped away, Olena was nonetheless close behind, hands following Adot as she helped the emerald-skinned woman strip down before the two hopped in the water. Olena removed her blouse and shirt as she returned to the water, peeling back her blouse and lifting her shirt by the hem and over her head before tossing both to the shore. Any outside observer might note she put less thought into where she put her belongings, especially her rifle. Nonetheless, the vulpine insurgent didn't allow her superior to swim in peace.

Olena caught up with Adot with a mischievous grin and glint in her eyes, before she sidled up behind the officer again, hands clasping her hips. "Oh, ma'am... You must have worked up quite the sweat, running around in a place like this..." The voluptuous vixen pulled herself flush to her superior's back, her breasts pressing against them. The hands on Adot's hips rise, slowly rubbing her sides before steadily circling around, fingers tracing the lines of her abdomen. "So... Dirty~," Olena huskily whispered into Adot's ear as her hands began to rise up to feel at her chest.

Adot moaned out as she felt Olena's touch. She could smell the officer's excitement, as the woman bit her lip, her hips swaying a little.

"And, what are you going to do about that?" The officer asked, a slight moan escaping her lips.

 

[Elfie]

( That's even better~ )
He frowned.

"Somewhere safe and quiet... Well, that might be difficult with Imps and Reps ducking it out.

Then, as he heard her next statement, his face spread in grin.

"Oh?" He hummed, as he noticed her behaviour. "Well then..." He refilled her glass with more alcohol. "I think I can help you~" He leaned forward, his lips closer, so she could feel his breath on her skin.

She shifts a little, crossing one leg over the other, leaning against the bar top to present him with her buxom profile. She does her best to pace herself with her next few sips, but it’s difficult, and she can feel the alcohol slipping through her system, invading and penetrating, meeting little resistance.

She drops her head a ways, eyes flickering up to meet his, as she leans into the diminishing space between them. “So? Tell me: how do you help me, and how should I help you?”

 

[majus]

She shifts a little, crossing one leg over the other, leaning against the bar top to present him with her buxom profile. She does her best to pace herself with her next few sips, but it’s difficult, and she can feel the alcohol slipping through her system, invading and penetrating, meeting little resistance.

She drops her head a ways, eyes flickering up to meet his, as she leans into the diminishing space between them. “So? Tell me: how do you help me, and how should I help you?”

The man does not shy away, even as his eyes shamelessly travel down, to look at her breasts.

"Well, I do know a couple of pilots and captains who come here from time to time, I can ask around arrange a meeting. Convincing them, would be of course your job." He refilled her glass again - only know she noticed he did not touch his glass. "As for my service... Let's say two hundred and a bonus?" He suggested.