DT-L30 returns her kiss, making his tongue wrestle with hers. The finger on her crotch soon become two, as he gently circles her clit. "Mm. And no, my cock doesn't vibrate. But once I start moving, it'll feel like it is." He grinned.
"You'll need me to access the facility, and get you into the ship. Yeah, maybe I'm bot a killer, but I know slicing better than anyone." He crosses his arms, getting defensive.
She pulls away, arriving at a nondescript apartment building. She heads to her door, kissing and groping at DT along the way, before opening it and stepping inside.
DT-L30 follows her out the speeder, into an apartment complex. Becoming more daring, since she was no longer driving. He slips a hand inside her pants, attacking her clit, and pussy lips directly with his vibrating fingers. Kissing her deeply in the process, as they entered her place.
Xarrina groans out, and eventually falls with him onto the bed. She pulls down his pants, hand wrapping around his cock. "You're interesting. Most of the men I fuck are terrified." She moans as he touches her pussy.
"The little rebel awaits in that cell? Really? Did you also put in the same bondage?" Gailte asked, wondering if the woman will be even sane if she comes to her. She did prepare that bondage specifically for the Jedi. "Do you have any idea, when do we start with next mission?" She took another sip of wine. "So, what did you enjoy more - being dominated by me, or dominating me?"
"Heh. After all the missions I've finished, I'm quite hard to scare." He grins, leaning in to kiss her neck. He then removes her shirt, and pulls down her pants. "Mm. Let's see who'll get exhausted first." He smiles, slipping a vibrating finger inside her pussy, with his thumb pressed onto her clit. The vibrations slowly grow stronger.
On a good note, she was right that he’d show up and at least she would come of 90% rescued on her own. That didn’t leave everything in a completely easy and safe spot. She was running out of ways to keep herself alive. She had at least some of her gear back however. Including her chemical grenades. It was somewhat desperate and she still hadn’t replaced the one she used before, but this was the exact kind of situation they worked best in without any bystanders nearby to get caught in it. Her newly enhanced reflexes came in handy in allowing her to draw faster and arc the throw against the nearest few, Dannan ducking back into the ship after it was thrown, keeping her knife ready for any survivor that would try to go after her.
"Good Because I have several Tripmines we can Use to plant them on our way inside The Factory. If this things get heated We two Cover our Friend here while he brings The Cargo To The Ship. Anyone who follows gets blown up"
"Don't worry, the Rebel hasn't been tampered with, not yet. She's just been restrained to a chair." Zenobia drinks from her glass. "Tarkin should be giving you a number of postings to choose from, soon. Probably right after your squadron arrives." She thinks for a moment. "I like to switch it up. I don't like just being the dominator or dominated. I prefer different things at different times."
Danann's accuracy is almost perfect. Two more of the gran thugs fall to the ground, clutching at their throats. The hunter returns, and begins firing stun rounds at her, but is forced to take cover when Cyrus's ship flies towards the docking bay, ramp open and facing them, as Sara and the Trandoshans open fire with heavy blaster rifles, riddling the remaining grans with blaster rounds. Cyrus stands on the ramp and holds out his arm. "Get on!" There's a short jump between the ramp and the docking bay.
Vahlia sees the messages. The first she opens displays the holo image of a corpulent Hutt. In his language his voice booms "Bounty Hunter. It has come to my attention that you are now in possession of my property, an artifact. Return it to me on Tattoine immediately, along with the thief. Refusal will lead to heavy consequences". The second call shows a man with long white hair and a scarred face. "Vahlia Fang. I've been informed that you have a Sith holocron. I'd be willing to pay handsomely for it. Far more handsomely than a certain Hutt would. If you're interested, go to Ryloth. You'll be contacted there".
“Ryloth or Tattoine?” Vahlia thinks for a moment looking at Max-7 with a grin. “I know exactly where this is going, and I for one am locked and loaded.” Max-7 pumps up his left arm revealing the armory for a fight when things go sour.” She turns to the toydarian and Rowan as she walks back into the ship “Screw the horny idiots on this planet we are going to Ryloth!”
The Toydarian smirks. "Attagirl. You'll never get far in this business if you're afraid of conflict." Rowan looks fearful, but he's happy that he won't be sent back to the Hutt. "I'll follow you. Help you if I can".
