Star Wars: Warlords

[Elfie]

Nami’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times – no words found to express what she wants to say. Finally, though, it’s too much to wait, to try and ask. Unable to stop herself, she throws her arms around Seri, hugging for all she’s worth – feeling the soft warmth of their bodies together. Wanting only to lose herself for a while and leave all her worries behind.

“Oh-“ Seri squeaks softly, taken aback and swaying on the spot. Her knees tremble, and it’s all she can do to stop herself sinking and taking Nami with her.

But the embrace feels just so right, and she returns it tenderly, nestling in against her. Her hand rises, brushing over Nami’s tentacle tresses - uncertain, and then with more focus, as she murmurs soft reassurances. She can feel herself melting more and more, the warmth and the softness between them seeming to absorb her - and her tiredness with it.

 

[lady-lux]

“Oh-“ Seri squeaks softly, taken aback and swaying on the spot. Her knees tremble, and it’s all she can do to stop herself sinking and taking Nami with her.

But the embrace feels just so right, and she returns it tenderly, nestling in against her. Her hand rises, brushing over Nami’s tentacle tresses - uncertain, and then with more focus, as she murmurs soft reassurances. She can feel herself melting more and more, the warmth and the softness between them seeming to absorb her - and her tiredness with it.

Nami’s breaths come more easily as she sinks into the embrace. There is a little tremor of panic as she wonders if she’s gone too far, yet everything she can sense tells her that Seri needed this too. Seri’s hand brushing her head sends tingles down through her, soothing the ache inside. If only they could stay like this forever…

Distantly, though, she knows she’s still in danger of falling asleep like this. They probably both are. She wills her legs to support her, to prepare to steer them in the direction of a bed. “Um – we should still lie down,” she mumbles, “or sit, or s’mthng…”

 

[Elfie]

Nami’s breaths come more easily as she sinks into the embrace. There is a little tremor of panic as she wonders if she’s gone too far, yet everything she can sense tells her that Seri needed this too. Seri’s hand brushing her head sends tingles down through her, soothing the ache inside. If only they could stay like this forever…

Distantly, though, she knows she’s still in danger of falling asleep like this. They probably both are. She wills her legs to support her, to prepare to steer them in the direction of a bed. “Um – we should still lie down,” she mumbles, “or sit, or s’mthng…”

“Yh.” Seri vocalises - just about. “Yeah. Uh, this way?”

She follows Nami’s cue, separating just enough to move them in a sort of walking embrace. She manages to find her way to Nami’s cabin and, without much grace, slumps atop the bed. She’s aiming to sit, but in the process, she can’t stop herself flopping back heavily, dragging Nami down beside her.

Seri lets out a sound somewhere between an exhausted sob and a choked giggle, followed by a groan as the bedding below saps the last of her strength. She fumbles for Nami’s hand, managing to turn onto her side, watching the blue-skinned woman with bleary eyes. “This… this works, right?”

 

[majus]

"Reasonable," Olena noted with a shrug. "I'm sorry about this. It was just bad luck all around, I think." For her part, she was truly remorseful. If something similar had happened to the Amaran's family, it would have shattered her... But they were here now, and she had to make a decision about what to do with this girl.

"Tell me about the area and I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you. Where's the nearest settlement? Where's the nearest Imperial outpost? Is there a spaceport nearby?"

The woman narrowed her eyes, as Olena spoke. For a moment, she did not speak, just looked at the rebel, with fire in her eyes.

Olena waited for a moment, but soon she realised, that the young woman had no intention of answering her questions.

 

[ImAWanderer]

The woman narrowed her eyes, as Olena spoke. For a moment, she did not speak, just looked at the rebel, with fire in her eyes.

Olena waited for a moment, but soon she realised, that the young woman had no intention of answering her questions.

Olena thought back to the direction the girl had been running. Could there have been a reason to it or had she taken off in a random direction? Recognizing that she wasn't going to get an answer, the rebel stood up. "Dew! Come in here and find somewhere to hide this one. I want her restrained long enough for us to get a head start before she can snitch," the vixen called out as she wandered over to her prisoner... Before wrapping an arm around her neck behind and squeezed. Constricting the flow of blood to the brain, she only held the choke long enough to render her victim unconscious, before letting go and leaving the local to Dew to imprison.

With this episode finally behind the group, Olena would go help Trask move Jackie out of the building. "Let's get going. We're going to find something worth a damn before we head back."

 

[lady-lux]

“Yh.” Seri vocalises - just about. “Yeah. Uh, this way?”

She follows Nami’s cue, separating just enough to move them in a sort of walking embrace. She manages to find her way to Nami’s cabin and, without much grace, slumps atop the bed. She’s aiming to sit, but in the process, she can’t stop herself flopping back heavily, dragging Nami down beside her.

Seri lets out a sound somewhere between an exhausted sob and a choked giggle, followed by a groan as the bedding below saps the last of her strength. She fumbles for Nami’s hand, managing to turn onto her side, watching the blue-skinned woman with bleary eyes. “This… this works, right?”

A long, relieved sight leaves Nami as she settles on the bed – her bed, her room, her ship. Safe. The last of the day’s fevered energy draining away as she lets herself finally relax. She manages to half-focus on the pink face in front of hers, indistinct but so beautiful before her tired eyes. She gently squeezes Seri’s hand, feeling that lovely warmth, the sheer comfort of companionship. For all the recent horrors, having her here is a lifeline, proof that some good has come of it all – enough that the rest, for the moment, can fade away.

“This works,” she murmurs in agreement. “Thank you…”

 

[Elfie]

A long, relieved sight leaves Nami as she settles on the bed – her bed, her room, her ship. Safe. The last of the day’s fevered energy draining away as she lets herself finally relax. She manages to half-focus on the pink face in front of hers, indistinct but so beautiful before her tired eyes. She gently squeezes Seri’s hand, feeling that lovely warmth, the sheer comfort of companionship. For all the recent horrors, having her here is a lifeline, proof that some good has come of it all – enough that the rest, for the moment, can fade away.

“This works,” she murmurs in agreement. “Thank you…”

Seri begins to draw in her legs, but stops short of dragging her boots over Nami’s bedding. She’s aching to kick them off, but even now she can’t help but fight paranoid thoughts that she’s overstaying her welcome.

“I could’ve done that a little… little more gracefully…” she trails off with a soft squeak of a yawn. Fingers interlaced, she finds herself stroking her thumb against Nami’s hand. She tucks her free arm under her head, scooting a little closer, in danger of losing herself in those tired, soulful dark eyes.

“You don’t mind if…” she stops, swallows. “Can I stay with you, Nami? Please.”

 

[majus]

Olena thought back to the direction the girl had been running. Could there have been a reason to it or had she taken off in a random direction? Recognizing that she wasn't going to get an answer, the rebel stood up. "Dew! Come in here and find somewhere to hide this one. I want her restrained long enough for us to get a head start before she can snitch," the vixen called out as she wandered over to her prisoner... Before wrapping an arm around her neck behind and squeezed. Constricting the flow of blood to the brain, she only held the choke long enough to render her victim unconscious, before letting go and leaving the local to Dew to imprison.

With this episode finally behind the group, Olena would go help Trask move Jackie out of the building. "Let's get going. We're going to find something worth a damn before we head back."

Spoiler: Fight

20 +1 Vs DC 8 - critical success

As Olena approached the young woman, the prisoner tried to jump her and attack her - she held in hand some kind of nail, she must have found somewhere - but Olena easily slid behind her, knocking the weapon out of her hands and put a lock on her neck. The woman struggled for a moment, but soon, she fell limp, in rebel's embrace.

Then Dew came and made a few noises. Trash had to translate it - "Do you want to bound her?"

Then human male turned to Olena.

"I found two speeders in the back." He announced.

 

[ImAWanderer]

Spoiler: Fight

20 +1 Vs DC 8 - critical success

As Olena approached the young woman, the prisoner tried to jump her and attack her - she held in hand some kind of nail, she must have found somewhere - but Olena easily slid behind her, knocking the weapon out of her hands and put a lock on her neck. The woman struggled for a moment, but soon, she fell limp, in rebel's embrace.

Then Dew came and made a few noises. Trash had to translate it - "Do you want to bound her?"

Then human male turned to Olena.

"I found two speeders in the back." He announced.

"Ope- careful, you could hurt someone with that," Olena snarked into the girl's ear as she sent her into the oblivion of unconsciousness. She nodded to Dew's question, seeming a little put-upon by the request for clarification. "Kinda implied by 'restrained,' bro." She was clearly on the warpath. The Amazonian Amaran's demeanor clearly lit up at the mention of speeders, a bright smile spreading across her features. "Oh, yes! Let's take 'em! But, uh, go slow. It would be really stupid to run into trees with them."

 

[lady-lux]

Seri begins to draw in her legs, but stops short of dragging her boots over Nami’s bedding. She’s aching to kick them off, but even now she can’t help but fight paranoid thoughts that she’s overstaying her welcome.

“I could’ve done that a little… little more gracefully…” she trails off with a soft squeak of a yawn. Fingers interlaced, she finds herself stroking her thumb against Nami’s hand. She tucks her free arm under her head, scooting a little closer, in danger of losing herself in those tired, soulful dark eyes.

“You don’t mind if…” she stops, swallows. “Can I stay with you, Nami? Please.”

“Oh—” With an unsteady hand, Nami reaches out to touch Seri’s cheek. Just the knowledge that she’s there, warm and alive and real, is a comfort she doesn’t think she could bear to lose right now.

“Of course, Seri.” Her voice is a whisper, but there’s no hesitation. A breath leaves her in the form of a contented sigh. “Absolutely.”

 

[Elfie]

“Oh—” With an unsteady hand, Nami reaches out to touch Seri’s cheek. Just the knowledge that she’s there, warm and alive and real, is a comfort she doesn’t think she could bear to lose right now.

“Of course, Seri.” Her voice is a whisper, but there’s no hesitation. A breath leaves her in the form of a contented sigh. “Absolutely.”

Seri just about melts as Nami’s hand touches her cheek. A tiny moan escapes her before she can control herself. Though it leaves her blushing and squirming, it’s more a sound of intense comfort and - at last - relaxation.

She brazens it out, and scoots herself closer, till they’re very nearly nose to nose. At last, she lets herself work off her boots, and tucks her legs in on the bed. “Thank you.” Is all she can manage, a little meekly. Her hand returns to Nami’s tentacles, stroking gently, seeking to share that same sense of comfort that she’s clinging to so tightly.

 

[lady-lux]

“Mmm.” Nami groans in cosy, drowsy pleasure, her eyes closing as she gradually gives up the fight against sleep. There’s no space for thoughts of the day she’s had; for now, she is comfortable, she is safe, and she is not alone. For now, that is all that matters.

 

[Elfie]

“Mmm.” Nami groans in cosy, drowsy pleasure, her eyes closing as she gradually gives up the fight against sleep. There’s no space for thoughts of the day she’s had; for now, she is comfortable, she is safe, and she is not alone. For now, that is all that matters.

Seri finds, at long last, she’s too tired to feel guilt, or shame or horror. She’s just adrift on a sea of fatigue, but now supported by the softness of the bed below, and the comforting warmth of Nami beside her.

Her hand drifts down, knuckles brushing Nami’s jaw, then falls open between them. She realises she’s closed her eyes. She’s so very comfy. She thinks she might be safe. She sleeps.

 

[majus]

"Ope- careful, you could hurt someone with that," Olena snarked into the girl's ear as she sent her into the oblivion of unconsciousness. She nodded to Dew's question, seeming a little put-upon by the request for clarification. "Kinda implied by 'restrained,' bro." She was clearly on the warpath. The Amazonian Amaran's demeanor clearly lit up at the mention of speeders, a bright smile spreading across her features. "Oh, yes! Let's take 'em! But, uh, go slow. It would be really stupid to run into trees with them."

Dew grumbled as he took the woman away.

Soon, the group meet by the speeders.

"So, who rides with who?" Trask asked, as he looked at the machines. "I and Dew on one machine might be little too heavy for it." He explained.

 

[ImAWanderer]

Dew grumbled as he took the woman away.

Soon, the group meet by the speeders.

"So, who rides with who?" Trask asked, as he looked at the machines. "I and Dew on one machine might be little too heavy for it." He explained.

Olena hummed as she considered it for a moment. "You'll come with me. Dew will drive and help Jackie on and off the speeder when it comes time for it."