Gailte nodded and turned, dismissing her guard. The meeting with the Jedi has... unbalanced her. The blue Twi'lek was... similar to her. Captain was not blind. If the Jedi wanted, she could easily escape during the capture mission - she has seen their skills during the war. She choose not to escape, to surrender. For some reason, the blue slut wanted to be captured. She might not even realize that herself... She shook her head as she entered the hall and saw the admiral.
Loreley smiled, 'Thank you, I think it's cute.' She giggled and touched Tarrik's arm, 'That's cool, but don't over do it with too many tats too quickly, though.' She looked down at herself, 'I was thinking about getting a piercing. Maybe navel? Or be more risque and get nipple piercings?' She laughed as she played with her breasts a bit, as if she was wheighing them.
He steped out of the shower, fighting with minds as he get dry and dressed. His head was full of twilek Jedi and her action. Fendrat didn't know what to think about it, so he decided to use old way, what always help him. He go to hangar, to chech on machines and fixing broken parts. After while of working, his brain telling him something new results. It was any logic in Tika action. If she wanted, she could kill all of them and escape. Damit, she could ewen hide somewhere ship, so she wasn't be locked on planet. So she want to be captured. Why? Some people like when they get dominanted by someone, but for Fendrat Tika didn't look like that. She still have hope, that is what he belive. "If I would be theory, the most probably she want to be drag closer to Empire. To hight rank of Empire... Wait. Did... Did she want to kill..." He speaking to himself but conclusion was too unbelived to take by faith. "No... I'm wrong. I must be wrong..." He said, repair Ing Canon.
"Mm." DT-L30 groaned as his cock strains against his underwear. His left hand grabbing her tits as she revealed them, massaging it gently with his vibrating hand. All the while his fingers begin to tease the entrance of her pussy, slowly circling around. He intends to make her beg.
"I think, I might go with you. On paper, there's no reason why anything should go wrong." She was a little anxious to get out doing things. It wasn't going to be a too difficult thing to do and just stand there and let him make a deal. At least with her brain a lot less fogged from the stress, that's how she saw it. Looking at things a lore optimistically than usual, she felt that this was going to go well and she'd be able to get her pay for not even needing to do that much.
Zenobia is waiting for her. The Admiral says "Ah! Captain. Walk with me." She takes off across the detention level. "So, Captain, will you be requesting a new ship when you're promoted, or will you be staying with the Netuno?" When the two women are out of sight, Zenobia's face grows submissive. She bites her lip and tweaks her nipple, looking towards Gailte with lust. "Mistress" she whispers, "I've found you the perfect slave from among the Rebel ranks. She's in a special cell, I'll take you there." Zenobia looks up into the milf's green eyes. "Have I pleased you?"
Yasmeena smiles as her drink arrives, and she takes a sip. "Thanks. I did a lot of hand to hand training. That said, he was distracted".
Tarrik reaches out and touches Loreley's nipples. "I could see these with piercings in them. I'd love to see that. Maybe I'll get some too!"
Loreley giggled, as Tarrik touched her nipples, they were quickly growing hard and erect, 'Cheeky girl, maybe we should. Matching tattoos, matching nipple piercings.' She went close to Tarrik and rubbed their breasts together, grabbing her wingman's waist. She smirked at Tarrik, 'What a crazy day. I wasn't into women before today, but now look at me.'
Cyrus and his team hop on the speeder, one of the trandoshans holding out a hand and helping Danann in. They cruise through the streets of Coruscant's lower city, before eventually arriving at a junkyard. The smell is awful, and she almost has to block her nose. She sees a gran waiting for them, with a small army of security droids behind him. The gran shouts out, "Do you have it?" Cyrus nods, and organises the unloading of the spice. Danann sees the open crate, and that no one is looking at her. It's her last chance to grab something for later, if she wants more. Cyrus walks to the gran. "All right. 75,000". The gran laughs, and says in its deep voice "Ha, I can get you maybe 50,000". Cyrus's hand drops till it rests on his blaster holster, and the crew is getting antsy. Sending trouble, the droids simultaneously activate and raise their weapons. They aren't pointing them at anyone, yet, but the intention is clear.
Tarrik returns the smirk. "I'm the same. I'm still just your friend, but you look really, really hot to me now". She kisses Loreley, and her hand falls lower, circling around the other pilot's clit.
Loreley returned the kiss and moaned as Tarrik touched her pussy. She broke their kiss, 'Mmmh~, let's blame it on the pheromones?' The brunette's lips quickly went back to kissing her friend and her hand went under Tarrik's overall to give her bum a good squeeze.
Tarrik makes out with her wingman, her tongue darting into her mouth and playing with Loreleys own tongue. Her fingers begin to enter Loreley's pussy, and her other hand begins to fondle the tattooed girl's breast.
Her home world wasn't really a place she was that nostalgic for. What they were doing was a good reminder of why she wanted little to do with it. Full of crooks, charlatans and drug dealers who...sell surprisingly good stuff actually. Not like she was going to use it...but there was an opportunity to get away with taking just a little for herself. Trying to steal would be something of a stupid thing to do, but it was when the weapons were ready that she decided to pocket just a bit for herself. At least just enough for personal use if she ever did decide to use it again. She didn't NEED to. It wasn't a problem...right? The bigger problem was the weapons ready to go off and she knew that her options of what to do were limited. She reached for something other than a blaster. One of her special custom grenades. She didn't keep many. The materials weren't exactly standard and she didn't really have the tools to constantly replace them. It probably wouldn't be an issue to the droids, but the dealers themselves were still organic and if she had to use it, it was not the kind of thing they wanted to get touched by.
Loreley's tongue danced with Tarrik's and she shuddered as her friend started to finger her and she pawed her breast. Tarrik's fingers quickly became wet as Loreley's juices started flowing. Slowly she dragged Tarrik backwards to her bed, never leaving tongue or body contact. She broke their kiss and sat down on her bed, smirking up at Tarrik, 'Aren't you a bit overdressed?' She reached out and pulled her friend close. Loreley kissed Tarrik's belly as she pulled down her wingman's overall over her hips and down her long legs.
DT-L30 smiles, gently throwing her onto her bed. He soon follows her, while pulling down her leggings just enough to reveal her holes. DT-L30 leaned in, kissing her once again. As his bulbous cockhead pokes her pussy, and with a sudden thrust of his hips. His thick man meat spreads her inner walls. He moves gently at first, gauging just how much she can take.
The gran holds out his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "60,000. It's the best I can do." Cyrus looks uncovinced. Danann notices that the Cathar is nowhere to be seen, when two ion grenades clatter across the ground and detonate, sending sparks through the crowd of droids and sending most of them collapsing to the ground. The rest pull their blasters up, but are mowed down by the crew's concrentrated fire. Standing in a pile of destroyed or disabled droids, the gran puts a hand to his snout. "On second thought, maybe I can afford 75k after all. Enjoy it." He hands Cyrus a case, and upon opening it there are an assortment of credit chits. Cyrus hands out the each member of the crew their cut, handing Danann 3000. Some loading droids come out and take away the spice, as Cyrus and the Gran hug like old friends, before the three yed drug dealer walks away. Cyrus directs the Cathar to go back and give the people guarding the ship their cut, and gives the rest free reign to do what they want on Coruscant. Cyrus moves over to Danann. "That went well. Next time, we might not be so well prepared, you might have to get involved." He hands her a blaster, small enough to hide on her person. "Just in case" he says. "I'm heading out to a bar to have a meeting. If you want, you can tag along and we can have that drink after. Up to you though, if you want to go around the capital by yourself, or head back to the ship, thats fine".
