Soon enough, DT-L30's cock began twitching down her throat. "Mm. Time for a drink." He grins, holding down her head, as he unloads directly down her throat. Shooting four thick ropes of cum down her gullet, "Swallow it all now, otherwise I might use your dress to clean up the mess."
After a few minutes, Zenobia's eyes flutter open, and she kisses Gailte's cheek. "The thought of even getting out of bed is difficult, when I wake up like this."
He gives a look of mock hurt. "You don't trust me? I'm heartbroken." He gives her puppy dog eyes. Seeing that it's not working he shrugs, and gestures for the pantoran to give them cards. The devaronian gets a six, bringing him to 24, and Danann gets ten, bringing her to 27. "Well, I suppose we both lost".
With that, DT-L30 pulls away, "Pretty good, especially for an admiral." He grins, waiting to see if she wanted more.
'You should listen to your older brother, Dee, real space combat is different to the sims in the Academy,' Loreley said and leaned back in her seat, 'COs keep dying? That is strange.' She scratched her head, 'Well, I'll make sure I won't be the next one, but... that's probably what the last squadron commader said as well, isn't it?'
Seeing that DT is still ready to go, the blonde laughs. She kisses his tip, before standing up again. "Oh, yes. Commodore Ennassax is going to like you." She walks to the bathroom, fixing her make up, before putting her dress back on. "Unfortunately, duty calls". A message arrives, informing them that the game is about to start. Zenobia offers her arm, and has DT escort her to a luxurious game room, with an oval table. Lando stands there, along with numerous other well dressed people of various species. The rogue grins at her flirtatiously. "Well, since the last, and loveliest member of our game has arrived, we can begin. Please, everyone, take your seats". As Zenobia sits down, gesturing for DT to stand behind her, she gestures for him to lean close. "Don't look", she whispers, "but those the three next to the Duros are Rebel hitmen. Let them make the first move. I want security on our side. Now laugh, like I told you a dirty joke". She takes her cards from Lando, smiling up at him like a besotted schoolgirl.
Loreley chuckled, 'I don't believe in curses but bec0ming too cocky to prove that there is no curse might just backfire on me. Maybe being not as overconfident will bring me luck.' She drank her blue milk and licked the blue liquid off her lip, 'Do we have a name for this "cursed" squadron?'
Dannan simply just got up to leave, handing the 500 over, and ignoring the guy's flowery way of speaking. "Should quit while I can then." She chose to just loiter about until someone actually needed for anything, unable to think of what to do.
Dee grins. "Officially, we're Delta Squadron, but in reality every new commander gives the unit a new name. Last month we were the "Soaring Eagles" and before that, we were the "Jaws of Doom". The guy who gave us that name was a real jackass". Silvan slaps her shoulder. "Don't start with that. This is a superior officer. Just because she's friendly, doesn't mean you can be impudent". He faces Loreley. "I apologise for my sister. We had a privileged upbringing, so she has a problem understanding boundaries. I ask that she not be reported, ma'am."
The devaronian puts a hand on her shoulder as she goes to leave. "Hey, just so you know, I overheard that Art kid on the holo, before. He was telling some bounty hunter where to find you. Apparently he was trying to buy you, but the hunter wasn't sure he was willing to sell. Watch your ass". He turns to leave, and begins flirting with some women at the bar. After a few minutes of loitering, Cyrus approaches her. "Hey, doc". He kisses her. "Listen, Zann wants your help. Apparently someone down on the planet is wounded, and he wants someone to fix them up."
'Well, I won't be handing out any fancy names,' Loreley said, 'The other squadrons can do that if they like. Or maybe the rebels can give us a scary nickname.' She chuckled. The commander looked at Silvan, 'I won't report her, but...' She looked to Dee, 'Even if he was a jackass, you should have some more respect for the dead.' She then looked back at Silvan, 'Before I forget: You'll be leading flight Gold. Since we have no time to do training flights, I'll let you pick your three wingmen. You are more familiar with them. I'll lead the rest in flight Silver.'
Dee looks a little bashful. Silvan gives a relieved expression. "Thanks, ma'am. I won't let you down. I'll make sure to let you have some of the good ones". He smiles. Tarrik comes out into the pilot's area, yawning. "Hey, Lore." She shakes the two pilot's hands and introduces herself.
Loreley chuckled, 'I'm counting on it. We are undestaffed as it is. Can't lose anymore pilots. I'll only need two decent ones as I've already got my wingman with me,' she looked to her friend, 'Speak of the devil. Hi, Tarrik.'
“Your friend sent us to you, and I am Bounty Hunter Vahlia Fang” Allianz points out “ This is my crew.”
Art was....of course, he was too spineless to try anything himself. Dannan gave the devaronian a slight nod. "I'll keep that in mind...thank you." There was little time to think on what to do next, about it. Nobody here really cared that much for Art, but they needed him alive for now....so he couldn't just be killed. As much as she got along with Cyrus, it was doubtful he would greenlight outright killing him. Trying to hide her thoughts, she heard what he said. "Is that all they said? Wounded how and where?" She was already preparing to grab her tools, but kept looking back at him, trying to press for more information. "I'd like someone to tag along to clear and sweep the area. There's very little I can do if I end up getting wounded myself if there's still hostiles there." There was still a proper procedure to doing things, and she still followed it.
"Just everyone calm down and wait here" Paz heads off to find Zann and solve The Situation before it escalates.
The Twi'lek twitches her nose a little bit. "You work for Zann? What an idiot, having you meet in a war zone. Get down!" She shouts as a large blast rocks the entire building. Through the hole that the rebels have blasted in the wall, Vahlia can see the white armour of stormtroopers.
