Loreley smirked, 'Sure you could, big guy. Or you could've jumped up on it and started to take it apart with you bare hands.' 'Hmm, I wouldn't say no. I don't mind the canteen here but it gets a bit boring sometimes,' Loreley nodded and then looked to DT, 'I'll ask Tarrik along and you can bring the redhead who seems to like you.'
"Yeah, well, that'll happen to you to once you've lost both arms, and legs." He chuckled, "I barely got any pay that month, since I had to replace the utensils, and glasses I broke." "Yeah, I could. But that would have messed up my cloak. I was just aiming to render the ship useless by disarming it, or preventing it from leaving the planet." He shrugged, you mean Meera? Sure, I guess I could invite her." He replied.
" Okey guys, so we have a meeting. Now it will be better if I go to take shower. See you later." He said and go to bathroom m, to get clean himself.
'Yeah, yeah, just keep low-key bragging about how great you are,' Loreley rolled her eyes before the ship jumped to hyperspace. She made a steadying step and then turned to her friends. 'Good idea,' she nodded, 'Well, I better check back with my wing. See you later or on leave on Coruscant.' She patted DT's armoured shoulder and then headed to her wing's ready room, looking around for her commander and Tarrik.
Slap! The sound echoes in the room as Gailte slapped the Jedi's cheek. In fury, she grabbed the woman's nipples and and started twisting them, painfully. "Don't even try that, you fucking hypocrite! There were millions of us, soldiers, who fought with and died with Jedi! We trusted you! We died under your command! And you, on Eve of our victory, start a coup!" Gailte calmed down and let go of woman, then started caressing her pussy lightly. "The empire did murder the Jedi, on this you are correct. But only after the most foul act of treason, you performed." Gailte nodded to stormtrooper, and a moment later the pole started working. Giving blue Jedi something to enjoy. Gailte grabbed the Twi'lek lekku, as a tear started flowing down her cheek. "I trusted them. Their treason… your treason, has destroyed me. So don't try play innocent here, you Jedi whore. Because-" no more words left her mouth, as she only squzeed the lekku, wanting to hear Jedi wail - from pleasure, from pain, it didn't matter.
Loreley sees the wing commander and Tarrik in a corner, her wingman rolling her eyes as the commander chastises her. She hears a few glimpses of the conversation, the commander droning on about the importance of following orders to the letter. It appears that the captain of the corvette has been in contact with him. The death troopers quarters are all crammed together in a small wing of the Harbinger. DT easily finds Meera's room, as her service number has been pasted besides the door, like the others. DT realises that her door is only three down from his.
"Well, that's convenient." He shrugged, talking to himself as he found her room. DT-L30 knocks, trying to see if she was inside.
The Jedi screams out again, in both pain and pleasure. "You really...believe that, ugh, don't you? You believe Palpatine's lies." She groans. "No. You know, deep down, that it's all bantha shit. You know, ah! You know that they'd never do that!" On the edge of losing herself to the rush of sensations, Tika forces out one last sentence. "Keep telling yourself whatever you want, you still betrayed the people who cared for you." Her head droops, as the feeling overwhelms her.
He hears "Yeah?" from the other side of the door. It swishes open, revealing Meera in some leggings and a tank top, with a surprised expression on her face. "Oh, DT! I totally forgot you were coming by. Come in!" She stands aside to let him pass. He sees that her quarters are a mess. Death troopers aren't permitted many personal belongings on a tour of duty, but the few she has are scattered haphazardly around the room, the bed unmade. She looks a little sheepish.
Loreley approached her commander and Tarrik, 'Commander, Lieutenant Rhinnus reporting back from the mission for the ISB.'
Gailte smiled as she let goes of Twi'lek lekku, and starts caressing her face. "The problem is... That I didn't..." Gailte said as she closed her head to Jedi's, forcing the blue woman to look at her. "My career was halted, because of my faith in Jedi... Only few years later I sat down and analyzed the evidence... Did you know? The Jedi commanders lost, on average, four times more soldiers, then average commander? The numbers don't lie... And that, was but a tip of an ice berg..." Gailte laid a kiss on Twi'lek lips. "And that... The proofs of either incompetence or outright treason, through the course of war, has... Shaped me into what I am today." She smiled putting her forehead to Jedi's, then stepped back. "Enjoy your time here."
DT-L30 was still wearing his complete armor, including his helmet. "Yeah, I came by cause Fendrat, and Lorelay were planning on visiting a restaurant in coruscant. They told me to invite you, if you wanted to come with?" He asked her with his normal voice, his scrambler still deactivated.
The commander turns and salutes her. "Lieutenant. Finally, someone who has some idea what she's doing. Please, talk some sense into your wingman, before I have to assign her to latrine duty." He walks away, to do admin on his terminal. Tarrik shrugs, and blows raspberries at the commander when he's out of earshot. "Turns out the captain blabbed to our commander. Now I have him on my ass. Aren't I glad I did that mission with you?" She smiles, to show she's joking. "Seriously though, is everyone forgetting that I killed a Rebel?"
The Jedi looks with contempt, but instinctively leans into the kiss. "Yeah, it's not like the reason we lost more men than other commanders would be because Jedi were sent on the most dangerous missions, or anything. Palpatine used the war to thin our numbers. You were a slut before the war, and probably a treasonous bitch, too. I take it back. I can't wait until you give me to Tarkin. He's a scumbag, but at least he's honest about it, not some self righteous bi-. Ooh! Oh Force!" She's cut off yet again by the sensation of the pole in her ass, her rant all her willpower could muster.
Loreley returned the salute, 'Thank you, commander.' 'I was the flight lead on that mission and I take all responsibility for any discrepancies. I could not have performed as well if Lieutenant Scarce wasn't there to draw fire and she did destroy an Arc-170 fighter by herself,' Loreley tried to defend her wingman, 'I will do as you ask, of course.' She nodded to him as he went to his terminal. She sat down next to Tarrik, 'I don't know, those new interceptors must be really important if they are so angry that one got scratched up a bit. Don't worry, we might not be alpha one and two anymore, but next time we'll show him how good we are.' She tapped her chin, 'You killed three rebels and a droid actually. Those old Arcs have pilot, co-pilot, gunner and an astromech.' The brunette leaned in conspiratorily and smiled, 'So... do you like Fendrat? You were all over him back there on the corvette.'
"Great, we'll wait for you when we get there." He nodded, "Now then, onto our other arrangements. Shall we get started, or are you too busy tidying up?"
The commander looks at her for a long moment, before nodding. "If you vouch for her, I will respect that. Dismissed". Tarrik gives Loreley a grin. "Thanks. I forgot about that. Three, huh? Not bad. In all honesty, thanks for sticking up for me, and trying to make me feel better." She blushes a little bit. "Like him? I mean, he has a nice cock, and those pheromones feel amazing. Seriously, they should bottle that stuff and sell it. He's a nice guy, but I don't really know him well enough to say anything beyond that. He seems pretty into that Jedi chick, as well. God, she's a great lay. I only wish I'd gotten her to fuck me with the Force like you did. That'd be something to write home about, huh?"
