Gailte smirked and shook her head. "Gin'gige, take holo and star recording - concentrate on admiral." Gailte commanded. Well, then. Time for a little roleplay. She set her strap-on for maximum output - zapping, vibrating, thrusting, circling of bumps - it was all on. The MILF grabbed Zenobia's cheeks, forcing the woman to conetrate on her. "Do you know when people experience the most?" Gailte asked. It was time for a little breath play and some acting. "When they are about to die." She said menacingly, as she lowered her hands to woman's throat, and started squeezing, carefully, cutting of the woman's access to air. A little roleplay, to make the good admiral, that Gailte might have had some ill intent. Gailte smiled evilly, and observed the woman's reactions.
She sees that most of the pilots have departed to their rooms, Tarrik among them. She sees a few people still up and about. The wing commander here sits at his desk, chatting casually with some of the officers. The two pilots in Loreley's new squadron who greeted her are seated at a table. The man nods at her casually. Some of the off duty pilots of the Netuno sit at the bar, laughing at some joke. A few of them look at her good naturedly before turning back to their rabble rousing. Apart from the people, there is a flight simulator, a droid bartender and a gym mainly designed to combat the ill effects of spending large amounts of time in deep space. Outside of the pilot's area is a food dispensary.
As Zenobia's face begins to flush from the lack of air, she recovers slightly from the pleasure, and shoots Gailte a look of defiance.
Loreley approached the table with the two pilots of her squadron and nodded at them, 'May I sit with you ... ?' She tried to recall their names from the squadron roster.
"Sure, you can watch it all you like. Though you'll have to butter up those death troopers of course, they'll deny everything unless they like what you have. Credits usually work." He shrugged as he felt her breasts wrap around his shaft. He then laughed, as Zenobia explained her relationship to the Commodore. "Mm. Fuck her?" He groaned as she licked his balls, "Rough, and hard?" He grins, "I've got cybernetic limbs, my hands can rip open metal doors, and I can leap a hundred meters. If bed breaking sex is what she wants, I can easily oblige." He boasted about his superhuman abilities, which are true. And with DT-L30's complete control of them, it'll be easy to hold back just enough to not break anything during sex.
"Be dears, my slaves, and make sure to give dear admiral as much pleasure as you can. Nyni, be dear and stimulate her clit and pussy, Rhea, give those nipples a twist! Make her coil from sensations." Gailte orders as she quickened her peace, once loosing her grip, then tightening it again on woman's throat. "Relax, just enjoy the ride, slut." Gailte whispered hotly to admiral, while doing her best, to drive the younger woman insane from pleasure.
Paz Approaches The Armorer and speaks up in Mando Language. "Good to see You made it. What is going on?"
“Don’t shoot! We have nothing to do with this shit!” Vahlia shouts raising her hands seeing him with a weapon.
They both nod. Seeing her struggling, the man says "I'm Silvan, and this is Dee". He gestures towards the woman. Dee asks "Can we buy you a drink, boss?"
Her eyes open wide. "Really? I, for one, would love to see that. But for now, I have to appease my dangerous bodyguard". She deep throats his cock expertly, taking his length down to the hilt in her throat.
The slaves get to work, toying with the blonde girl's body. She shows a great deal of willpower, but eventually the defiant look slips away, replaced by the previous expression of uncontrollable pleasure. Gailte can feel the young woman fall into orgasm after orgasm.
Fendrat didn't think twice, his hand join up to Cara. "Well, we can't rise up if we didn't take risk." He said to himself and look at reaction of the rest team.
The Forge Master shakes her armoured head. "Some of the younger warriors have gone to see this Zann person. They want to work for him. Half of the clan wants to join them, the other wants to go put a blaster bolt through Zann's head. I'm trying to keep order". She physically blocks the path of a large warrior. The warrior has ice in his voice as he addresses the woman. "Zann can't be allowed to corrupt our people. I'm going to kill him". The female warrior shoves him back. "Do that, and we all die. We must be smart about this."
She draws a three, bringing her total to 17. The Pantorans bust out, leaving only Danann and the devaronian in the game. He smiles at her. "I have a proposal, if you're interested." She sees that he's at 18, one higher than her
The twi'lek looks at her. "Like I'd believe that! How much did that dress cost? Probably more than my home. You're just some rich parasite, here to enslave my people. You're as bad as the Imps." He aims down the sights at Max, seeing him as the most dangerous of the group.
The bothans raise their hands as well. The man puts a hand on Fendrat's shoulder. "I'm not going into a combat zone if I can avoid it. Good luck, boss". The volunteers are led to a shuttle and taken to the Netuno. The officer leads them to a hangar, where they see TIE fighters, being worked on by a number of flight technicians and engineers. The officer faces Fendrat. "Okay, first off, check the couplings for the fighters. If they're broken, they could crash on takeoff." He points to the beams holding the fighters up.
Fendrat turn around to his team. "You all hear him? We have work to do. Bothans, you will started with TIE fighter on the end of the line, I with Cara will do at beginning. It will be done faster." He comand and go with Cara to first TIE fighter, getting ready his tool box.
She already had an idea, that she won’t really like hearing it, but decides to hear him out a little. “What exactly were you thinking?”
As the Mirialan starts undoing the panel on the coupling, heading up a ladder onto a catwalk, she asks "So what's your story? Non-Humans like us don't usually get promoted."
