Zenobia moans and kisses roughly. "It was your pink friend I wanted at first, but now I'm wondering if you weren't the better option after all. Want to help me change my mind?" She trails kisses on his scarred chest, before she begins to stare at the mark. "W-Wait, you're with the Order?"
While it wouldn't be ideal to spend money needlessly, she reasoned that it was better to spend the money picking up the clone war weapons, together. Having a second one on hand, could have a lot of use as a spare one. Duel wielding was mostly an idiotic thing that wouldn't normally work..then again...that was because most people didn't have robotic enhancements to enable them to use guns better. Whatever the circumstance, having a second one, wouldn't be an issue, so she took the pair.
The gunsmith takes the money, and hands her the weapons without a fuss. He offers her use of a range in the back room to test her purchases out.
The commodore does her best to drive the younger woman to climax, then another, then another. To do that, she works not only with her tongue, but also teases, her clit, and slides a finger into her backdoor. She would continue to torment the woman, till she had no strength to stand.
As planned, the admiral's legs give in, and she has to sit on the bed, to avoid collapsing. "Oh, Gailte, you're so gooood!" She gushes onto the Commodore's face.
Dannan agreed. It would be better to properly test the weapons, so she walked to the gun range, got one of her new blasters ready as she took aim at one of the targets and pulled the trigger.
"I know." She answers humbly. Gailte let go of admiral and grabbed the dildo from one of her shelves. She put it on and walked up to lying woman. She knelt, Zenobia's chest between her legs, and started unbuttoning the admiral's vest. "I wonder what state you will be in, after I'm done..."
Fendrat smile to himself. It seems her race is immune for his shit, what make her more intresting. " It is good, as long you don't have to shoot anything by yourself. Too bad the computers and droids can't do all fight for you." He checking at R2-D2 at procesor and engine.
The shot goes wide. It takes a few more blasts before Danann realises that the augmentation she was given, steadying her hands, is throwing her off, as she was trained to counter the effects of hand movement while aiming, and the lack of that movement is throwing her off. After a few more tries, though, she is able to forget some of her training, and ends up landing mostly accurate shots. It'll take a little time, she realises, to fully unlearn the things hindering her aim, but for now she is slightly more accurate than before. Perhaps surprisingly, the blasters fire with no issue. Despite their age, they've clearly been well maintained. "Look after those. They belonged to a friend", the shopkeeper says, before heading back behind the counter.
Zenobia smirks. "Why don't you see for yourself?" She reaches up and undoes The milf's uniform as well, before kissing the fellow blonde.
"Change your mind, eh?" He grins, pulling down his pants, and boxers, revealing his think flaccid cock. But, then she stared at the mark, asking about the order, "What? How do you know about them?" He asked in a curious tone. Does everyone know about the "Secret Society?" He though to himself.
The droid is mostly busted. It'll require a significant amount of time to repair. An officer enters the room. "The Netuno is headed on a mission, possibly a combat op. We're looking for volunteers to help with possible repairs. It might be a dangerous job, but if the staff's hunch is correct, and the ship does see combat, you'll get double pay for the time you spend aboard. Raise your hands if you're interested". Cara raises her hand, but the middle aged man and the Bothan Solari twins look at Fendrat, seeing what he does before they make their own decision.
Seeing the guns work like they should, she's happy with them as she carefully places one on her hip and straps the second one to her opposite leg, pulling the pant leg back down to keep it covered. "He knew guns well." With her business completed, Dana began to walk out of the door, surprised that something was actually going almost suspiciously smoothly for once.
She looks up at him. "My dadd-, my father is one of them. A recruiter came to see if I was worthy of joining, but I wasn't strong enough in the Force. I have some connection with it, he said, but not enough to ever use the Force myself". She shakes her head and looks at him lustfully, hand grasping his cock. "So, I'm a defenceless rich girl, and you're a powerful Force user. Whatever am I to do?" She gives a look of mock fear.
Outside, things are calm. Walking around, she sees a gambling parlour with some of the members of her crew playing sabbac, a medical clinic/dispensary, and Cyrus striding next to a large birdlike alien, talking as they head back to the hangar. Art is on an upper level staring down at her lustfully as an older gentleman rages at him.
Gailte returns the kiss with passion, her tongue probing the blond's mouth, wrestling her tongue - when she finally was detaching from admiral, she nibbled he lower lip. "I do hope it will not impede your mission." With that she thrust the hard fake dick into her superior's snatch.
Dannan didn't really want to deal with Art. Cyrus was busy....so....she still didn't know that many of the crew members that well, other than just a couple, but she approached the group that was playing, observing for a bit until they reached a breaking point. She wondered how they'd react. She was on good terms with a few people, but hadn't really the chance to get to know that many of them yet. "...got room for one more?"
Zenobia laughs, the sound quickly turning into a wanton moan. "Ha, aaah! Are you kidding? I never leave on a mission without a good fuck first!" She bucks her hips against the toy inside her, her hands roam and play with Gailte's massive breasts.
"Mhm~" Gailte moaned throatily. "I love it when you play with my breasts." She tucked up Zenobia's skirt, and started thrusting rhythmically. "Not afraid that you won't be able to stand after I'm done?" She pushed the switch on the belt, making the dildo vibrate.
Danann sees three crew members at a table with several criminals of various species. Two Pantorans, possibly siblings or lovers, due to the fact that they seem inseperable, look up at Danann briefly, before shrugging. A devaronian that she's seen talking with the captain on several occassions looks smiles at her, his demeanor pleasant and friendly, but with a tinge of something less sincere In his eye. He speaks in a clear, high class sounding accent. "To play a hand with a woman so beautiful and talented as you, would be my highest pleasure. You honour me with such a magnanimous offer. Please, sit!" He shoves the man next to him roughly out of his seat, and gestures for her to sit down. The ejected man looks up in fury, hand on his blaster, but the devaronian's cheshire grin has him rethink. The guy moves his hand away and he leaves in a huff. The horned alien's face once more becomes charming and polite, as he gestures to the vacated seat.
