Paz musters them Both at first and then Speaks. "Paz Visla...I took a Job from Your Friend here which brought the Empires eyes on Me as I Obducted one of their Captain and delivered her to The Rebels...."
He leads Vahlia into a crowded bar, where she sees patrons of many different species and occupations. As she looks around, she sees a group of obvious criminals, cybernetically enhanced and clad in bright colours, staring ominously at a busty woman sitting at a table with a Mando, Twi'lek and human. Before she can think about this, however, she feels Rowan tug on her sleeve. He points to an attractive but worn out looking woman serving drinks. "That's her. That's my wife."
She can't hold it in any longer, and cries out loudly, rocking her hips to meet his thrusts, her juices flowing around his cock.
Dana was mostly silent during the conversation. The mandalorian was apparently in some sort of trouble. She assumed everybody was. However, what he said did stand out to her. "An Imperial captain?....by yourself?" She couldn't mask her skepticism and with the drugs starting to wear off, she was lot less friendly than she was a while ago.
"No A Clan who survived The Purge. He is into hiding but I believe The Empire will look for them to get to Me. Yaleena said You can Help with that...."
Cyrus says "A whole clan? Are they willing to fight? If not, you're going to have to be sent on some pretty dangerous missions." He listens as Danann asks her skeptical question and points to Visla "My friend here doesn't seem to fully believe you."
"The Clan won't Fight unless it's necessary. But I will take Jobs that need to be done" He looks at The Women "Ask My Friend here." He looks briefly at Yasmeena. "She made the Plan and I executed it. Alone."
Cyrus looks pensive, for a moment. "All right. I'll take a chance on you. I'm going to give you the opportunity to meet Tyber Zann. He'll make the decision. Yasmeena the Twi'lek looks at Danann. "I assure you, he did exactly what he said he did." A man in a yellow shirt approaches the table and leans over it, getting uncomfortably close to Danann's face. "Hey doc!" He grins at her maliciously.
Paz nods at Cyrus appreciative. He musters The Guy who approached their table but doesent say anything. No need to make Enemys right know.
Zenobia trembles at Gailte's touch. She leads her through the detention level, and stops at a metal door. "I hope you like her, mistress". She presses a button on the door controls, and it slides open, revealing a sterile grey cell, bare, except for a detainee chair with leg and arm restraints. At the back of the room stands Captain Pellaeon, flanked by two stormtroopers. Zenobia shoves the busty captain inside the cell, and Gailte feels a sharp, debilitating bolt of electricity under her armpit, as a stormtrooper hiding by the side of the door sticks her with a stun baton. Gailte is shoved into the chair, the restraints locked in place, forcing her to stay seated. Zenobia walks in, and the door slams shut behind her. "Well, well, well. It looks like the thigh high boot is on the other foot, doesn't it, slut?"
She lifted a hand to brush past her hair and rest her fingers on the temple of her head, trying to relax the pressure that was starting to build. She was more interested in hearing the full conversation, but someone had decided to get up in her face and she was forced to take a look to see what they wanted. "...who are you?"
Feeling her juices leak flow out, DT-L30's thrusts grow even more savage. Loud, wet slapping sounds of flesh rang out with each, and everytime he's balls deep into her. Then, to help her keep quiet, he once more gives her a deep kiss.
The man fakes a hurt look, before he grabs Danann's wrist. "I'm with the Red Razors, bitch. Remember? The gang you betrayed? Well now you're gonna get what's coming to you." Cyrus stands and points his blaster in the guy's face. The yellow shirted man smiles at him, and behind him three goons aim their weapons at him. Yasmeena lookd confused.
He feels her moan into his mouth, a loud squeal erupting, muffled by his cheeks. Her pussy tightens around him, until it's like vice, and she squirts her juices onto the bed, cumming.
Vahlia can see a standoff between the gang, and one of the men at the table. The patrons look nervous, some of the ones near the front leave, and Rowan's waitress wife heads behind the counter.
"Red-oh, you dumb fucks again. What the hell did I do? I saved plenty of you assholes before. If anything, you owe me." Her rage started to build as she reached for her blaster and her security droid got itself ready to shoot someone if it had to. Her argument wasn't likely to do her any favors but, as she started to come down from her stint with the spice, her anger was rising.
"Mm. That makes us even." He whispered into her ear, yet he doesn't slow down his movements. His bulbous cockhead keeping up its assault onto her cervix, trying to pry it open with every hit.
