In lieu of an answer, Meera holds her face down on DT's pelvis, his entire length snuggly fitting in her throat. She nods with her eyes at him.
The forge master stares at him for a moment, her expression imperceptible through her helmet, before she nods. "All right. We'll stay here for the moment, as we're vulnerable on the move. Once we receive word from you, we'll head to the location you specify. Be careful, Paz. This is The Way.
Fendrat move behind Loreley as she kissing with Tarrik, he gently touch her breast and belly, massaging them with attetion and kind like artist with new material for art. "I think it is time to get rid of these." He wisperd as he started taking of Loreley panties, her last piece of clothing.
The Forge Master nods. "We'll see you when you give us the signal. Be careful out there. I know that you don't care about danger, but your life is important to more people than just you."
"Thank You. I will watch my back" He then returns to The Hangarbay. "Everything settled. They agreed and wait for My Call....You better be right about this Girl"
Yasmeena is waiting for him. He hears an explosion from where her ship was. "I am. I've sent my contact a message, and he wants to meet on Coruscant. Can you take us there? I know that it's the heart of the Empire, but if we stick to the lower city you should be fine. The ISB won't be putting out a bounty, they'll be coming for you personally, so we don't need to worry about criminals recognising you." When the ship ramp lowers, the Twi'lek spy enters.
Okay. She was wrong. This was the guy who was going to end up on her operating table first. Or again. It was almost too bad. He had a nice face. When it gets ruined by him rushing in and stepping on a mine, it was going to be tough for him to to get any attention from girls. He must have gotten some. He was good looking and apparently connected to some shady group even if they thought he was an idiot. If she was younger, she might stare a little too long. Instead, she was focused on something else. "As the ship's doctor, I should point out that smoking all our cargo is bad for your health in more ways than one. It's also poorly recommended that you test my patience." She wasn't really a fighter, but someone whose just been stabbed wasn't going to put up much of a fight. Walking over, she grabbed the pip from him, looking much less than impressed. She doubted that he'd react well, but she still had an armed security droid with her that definitely could handle a patient who was almost dead just a little while ago.
After some time, Gailte finally wakes up. She gets up, leaving the sleeping slave on the bed, and puts on her uniform. She then walks to the desk and starts searching through ways of imprisoning Jedi - hopefully electro-schock collars would be enough. Then Gailte starts looking though captured and surrendered female rebel profiles. She matches them into three categories, based on psychological profiles - those she could converted into sex slaves, those who could be converted into sex slave-bodyguards and the rest. Only first and second categories were of interest to her.
He puts his hands up. "All right. I didn't think you were such a square." His gaze turns lecherous. His eyes take in her curves, and she can see a pronounced bulge form in his pants as he asks her, "Maybe you're into other vices? You're the finest woman I've seen in a long fucking time".
DT-L30 grins as she aimed to swallow, "Alright, a nice bit of protein after the mission is good too." He groaned, as he no longer holds himself back. Letting his cum shoot directly down her throat. "Oooh!" He cooed, unloading four thing shots of cum down her gullet.
Going through captured personnel records, she sees that one person could match the first category. The comms officer from the command room is a voluptuous, mousy brunette. She has a record for following orders quickly and to the letter, rarely ever asking questions. Additionally, it was reported that Dele on several occasions groped her, and she never made a formal complaint. There's nothing conclusive, but it does hint that the girl has submissive tendencies. The search for a slave/bodyguard will take longer. Most of the detainees with combat ability have histories of being too willful for enslavement, without a lengthy period of breaking them in first. Gailte finds that electricity is one of the traditional weaknesses of Jedi. The pain of electrical shocks distracts them and disrupts the concentration they need to effectively use the Force.
Meera takes his cum down her throat with a muffled cry of joy. She pulls back a bit and licks his cock clean, before pulling away and breathing in deeply. "Ahhh, who needs a shower to get clean, right?" She smiles up at him. She stands, and suddenly seems a little self-conscious. "Umm, I'm sorry about losing control that, I-, I, um. It's just that I got a lot of Fendrat's Pheromones earlier, and I get excited when I complete a mission. I acted unprofessionally. Sorry". She goes back and starts washing up.
Smiling at her findings, Gailte orders a several things prepared for the Jedi. First, a shock collar, she ordered it to be programmed with a periodically small current discharges - nothing painful, just weak, or sometimes stronger, zaps. Of course, she would commission remote controllers, with which she could turn on collar remotely. Second, clothes for the Jedi - she did need to look like a whore. High-heeled thighhigh boots, loincloth and see-through bra... That would be enough. Third, she ordered a remotely controlled vibrator egg - something to occupy Jedi's mind. Hopefully there were models that could discharge current through remote control - Jedi would surely not except a shock from that side. She then checked the profile of rebel comm officer, to know more about her. She had a good feeling about the woman.
"Hah. Is that right?" He chuckled, giving her ass a light spank, holding back his cybernetic arms power. "Don't worry about it, I know a certain pilot who acts the same." He smiles, scrubbing himself clean one last time, before finally closing the water. "So, we still meeting in your quarters in the harbinger?" He asked with a grin, as he wrapped a towel around his lower body.
I can see why they want to shoot you. The thought crossed her mind but instead she lifted her left hand and slid off off her surgical glove. Her slender fingers were clear...as well as the simple silver metal band on her ring finger. "I got a ring on it." Not that they actually were still together. Legally, they were. They hadn't lived in the same house for years. Still, she never could quite bring herself to throw it away. It also had it's uses in deterring attention. Sometimes. If they were special pieces of trash, it just seemed to encourage them more. She didn't really expect a lot of upstanding behavior from him, but she had to ponder in her mind how much she was willing to put up with him. "I need to be able to document some things for my files. Does this super cool player have a name? Any diseases? They can interfere with medication in a variety of ways..." She launched into a dry speech highlighting all the possible variables, but doubted he was really listening to any of it.
The items are ordered, though they will take a while for delivery to a warship. The woman's profile is brief. The woman is named Rhea Tan. Her service record doesn't make for particularly exciting reading. She's 22, and has served in the Alliance for almost a year to the day. She joined the Imperial Academy as soon as she turned 18, achieving high marks in her technical abilities, but abysmal ones for leadership. She was going to join the Imperial Military, but was pressured by her parents to give up her career and work in their store. The store was firebombed by a gang, and her parents kicked her out, not willing to pay the cost of her living with them. Later, she was found by the Rebel Alliance, who recruited her. She was sent to Dele's command, and was recorded as being an efficient worker who didn't interact much with her comrades. Numerous people reported to high command that Dele had on multiple occassions touched her body sexually, as well as making lewd comments to and about her, but as she refused to say anything when interviewed, these reports went nowhere.
Meera yelps a bit, before laughing. "I didn't know that you two had that kind of relationship. Am I getting in the middle of something?" She shrugs. "If not, I'd love to see you at my door sometime."
"No, no. We weren't serious. That girl just has a habit of getting horny after a mission." He shrugged, "Anyway, if you need me, I'll be in my quarters." He replied with a grin, as he takes his stuff, then heads for his quarters to rest.
