Kriff. Kriffing kriff. Seri screws up her face, wincing, clutching the rifle at her side like a security blanket, and then steps out in from of the woman. “Hey, you.” She adopts the same imperious, commanding tone as before, attempting a similar trick. “We just had a new haul come in - the boss wants to know where that part from the Bothan’s gone. Wants to know now.” She adds a deep glare for good measure, hands on her hips, mustering as much menace and confidence as her slender, petite pink frame will allow.
Decision made, Naomi slowly enters water, carefully moving in the direction of the door. Step by step, the water starts reaching right under her bust- Her head snapped to the side, as she realised a small wave hit her - something started moving in water... In her direction.
"This is foolish." Olena turned to look at who objected her - it was a Twi'lek Ra'ika. "You are thinking to fight empire with force. It never worked out, rebels usually loose in straight combat against the Empire's power." She paused and looked around. "We need to go into the ground and spread in cells, like we usually do."
Spoiler: Persuasion 19... Again Success! The woman turned to Seri, looking slightly nervous. "Ah... It's up in her office." The woman answer is almost instant, not even questioning Seri's presence - at least not for now.
(Why do I feel like this lucky streak is gonna crash and burn ) Seri very nearly breaks her mask at the sheer shock of her tactic working once again. She manages to maintain her steely gaze, leaning forward with a stern expression. “Good. As. You. Were.” She turns quickly on her heel, not wanting to linger, and makes for the office area as quick as she can. Once she’s closer, she approaches a little more carefully, inching towards the door.
Olena frowned - but she wasn't surprised. Someone was going to say something. "I understand that's how it usually is, but we don't have the luxury of building our strength for twenty years. One day, the Republic is going to send someone after us, and they're going to walk into the same trap as we did. I'm not saying we need to go all in right off the bat - we could still find our comrades out there in the jungle. But we need to do something, and quickly. A small group of us could try to send a message back to the Core then blend in with the locals while the rest set up a base of operations." The vixen took a fortifying breath as she allowed her words to settle. "If someone's gotta do it, let it be me. I just need a few guys, maybe a splicer or a commo."
For an instant, Nami froze, gripped by a primal fear. The unknown presence in the water somehow made her feel more naked and vulnerable than ever. She had to force herself to move again, towards the edge of the water, towards the door. Shivering as she tried to control her breathing, focused on the frantic need to get out.
(Because dice are fickle? ) The woman nodded nervously and little blushed as Seri walked away. The Zeltron thief made her way up, the stairs, reaching the upper floor - stopping in front of the door to the box like office. As she stopped, she realised that there were sounds coming from inside.
Rai'ka shook her head. "Because direct combat failed, is why we should focus on sabotage!" She protested. Adot frowned. "You are talking about assaulting the imperial facility..." She shook her head. "We need more information before deciding on that." "Besides, we don't know if the rebel-" "Republic." Rai'ka glared annoyed at Asot for interruption, w still she continued. "Republic fleet made out! That would make any attack on imperial forces backfire at us!" She all but snarled as she finished.
Spoiler: Speed 16 Vs DC 9 (10-1) - success Naomi run as fast as she could, moving in water - which she found easy for her species. She easily made it to the pile of trash next to the door, just in time to see something moving in the water... Then stopping near her pile, staying under the surface of water.
Seri approaches the door carefully, her new rifle slung and her pistol pocketed. With a short, quick breath, she steps through the doorway, with no better plan than a quick confrontation. She takes in as much as she can of the room beyond, sizing up the surroundings, and the occupant - or occupants, bracing herself for potential action.
Olena shook her head at the suggestion of attacking an Imperial facility. "We might not even have to attack a military installation. The people on this planet will still want to get things on and off planet, so they'll need a space port and a communications array to make it happen. At the very least, a smuggler ring will probably be around to fill in for legitimate trade." The vixen nodded at Adot. "Like you said, we have to collect information before we make a commitment either way. Let me be the one to gather that info from the locals."
Blinking tears and sweat from her eyes, Nami pressed herself tightly against the wall as she searched around for a way to open the door – a latch, a control panel. Where it would lead her she did not know, but as long as it wasn’t an airlock waiting to vent her into space, it surely had to be better than here. Her gaze kept drifting back to the water, to whatever she had seen moving there. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, please, just let me— please…”
What she sees, as she enters were two half naked bodies, wrapped around each other, moving, grinding, cooling, kissing. One was yellow Twi'lek, the other... Probably Pantoran considering the blue skin. Both females, both missed her entrance. On the table by the wall, lay the box with a part with a familiar logo of the shop she was in before... The one she took contract with. "The locals might be loyalists!" Rai'ka protested but stopped as Adot raised her hand. "We need information." She nodded. "The main forces will wait here, while we sent out scouts. You will take a team to see what is the situation." She decided as she looked at Olena. Finally, after a few moments, she found a leveler. She pulled and the hatch opened - she had to step up, and moments later she was in the technical corridor...
Seri blinks, startled at the sight, a ripple of arousal gathering in her gut. She bites her lip, suppressing any treacherous sounds. This is not what she’s here for, and as lovely as the show is, she needs to stay focused. She holds her breath, inching along the wall, her back flush to it, and attempts to slide the box carefully off the table and under her arm.
Nami took a few steps along the corridor before leaning against the wall to catch her breath, feeling something like relief. A faint hope glimmered within her, a chance that she might survive this – but that survival was all she could think about. To confront what had happened to her, what the future might hold, was too much. Still, she was aware of time slipping away. Shakily, clasping her hands over her naked body, she pushed off from the wall and continued exploring. Looking for any sign of a way out.
Olena nodded resolutely at the duty given to her. "I won't let you down. Which group should I take for this one?"
Spoiler: Sneak +1 (skill)+ 16 (roll) Vs DC 8 Seri moves stealthily to the table - which was quite easy, considering how distracted the two women were. She quietly slid the box of the table and took it into her arms. "AHH!" One of the women, The busty blue skinned Pantoran with long black hair screamed with pleasure, arching as the Twi'lek's head disappeared between her thighs. Her hand moved to her breast, body shaking with pleasure - fortunately she had her back turned to Seri.
Naomi slowly made her way through the corridor, searching for anything that could clue her to her location. Finally, she found a sign on the wall. Spoiler: Engineer +2 (skill engineer) +11 Vs DC 10 - success As she checked the writing, she quickly realised that the sign showed her the level she was n and the number on the corridor. She looked up and noticed how the circuit lines were laid on the ceiling. Checking them out, she realised the way that would lead her to the nearest technical room. She had direction - that was a start.
"I know you won't." Adot nodded. "Take any three to eight people from the destroyed platoons." "Make sure there is at least one human." Rai'ka added, crossing her hands under her bust. "Humans are common, non-humans are distrusted among the population.
