She finds that the money is all present. The rodian is barely looking at her, his one working eye fixed on the Mandalorian. "Motherfucker," he mutters.
He finds her in an elegant dress, tight and revealing. Zenobia smiles at him. "Quite dashing, DT-L30. Time to head out". She steps inside the ship, a YT-1300 freighter, and sees a group of death troopers. "They're our reinforcements, in case things go south". Meera and Song nod at DT.
It didn't take Gailte long, to finally cum. With a sight, she pushed Rhea away, then turns back to her work. "That requires a reward. Nyni, Gin'gige do please fuck this slut, till she can't move. Be as rough as you like." She ordered
Dannan has to coax her head, at seeing it. She was already getting the better sense that she should just cash out now. Yet... "Is that guy my problem or your problem?"
Rhea is pulled down by the other slaves, who begin to caress her, and spank her ass. A message appears, stating that the Netuno has reinforcements from the Harbinger. The crew is ready to heat out to meet Admiral Motti at the rendezvous point whenever she is. The Victory SD's indicate that they will follow.
The rodian waves a hand. "He's about to be no one's problem." He whispers into the ear of a bulky mercenary, who heads to the bar. The rodian takes some of the spice, and lights up. "I have to sample it, before I can let you go". He inhales. "Yep, it's good". The merc walks up to Paz, and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Time to come with me, pal". Danann recognises the Mandalorian as the same one she met before on Coruscant.
Paz looks at The Mercenarys Hand and back at his Face. "Get Your Hand off Me. I'm not repeating myself"
Gailte grinned. Now it was only a matter of meeting Zenobia before departing. That decided, Gailte decided to admire the show in front of her, as she waited for the Vice-admiral to arrive.
DT-L30 nods at the other death troopers, "Alright. Though a group of fully armored death troopers will catch anyone's attention. They'll need to spread out, find a hiding spot of their own." He said, as he stood next to the admiral. "Aside from that, what exactly will our cover be?"
"Nothing can ever be made simple..." Dannan was feeling the pressure build in her head again. It was a mercenary who she barely had any contact or managed to speak to before. The only thing she knew was that he was somehow aligned with the consortium. There was no real express purpose to do anything for him...but the crew had helped her even when they didn't need to. She was pretty confident a Mandalorian could handle this by themselves and if anything, she was probably going to be more of a liability in a direct conflict. Besides, she had just gotten her pay with a simple functioning trade. Suddenly killing the guy came across as just bad taste. She had to direct the conversation properly and the Rodian could at least be trusted to keep his end of a deal to some degree. He wouldn't be a bad person to keep on the good business side of. "I could have a use for him. How much is he worth to forget about?"
"You regret this. Mark My Words." He gets up and looks at Doran. "Go back Home buddy and talk to Your sweet Pirate...."
"The troopers here will remain on the ship. The administrator is holding a high stakes sabacc game. I'm going to play a ditsy rich girl who wants to play at his table. You'll be playing my bodyguard. It's best if you have to pretend as little as possible. Leave the deception to the spies."
The dealer shakes his head. "More than credits. I spent five years at the spice mines of Kessel because of that armoured prick. He dies tonight."
