Snapping her feet together, Avina moves to carry out the orders. In a few moments, the stars turn into blue streaks, and the squadron jumps to hyperspace.
As she walked to the bathroom, DT-L30 put on his clothes once more. Fixing his equipment, he nods as the message arrived. He keeps his cover, acting like a bodyguard. DT-L30 stood behind her naturally, he notes about the rebel hitmen. Nodding, as he grinned mischievously, chuckling.
“Yeah. Where’s the patient? What’s the current condition?” Hearing the sound of Cyrus getting shot made her wince, but she couldn’t think about it now. He’d live. Odds were, she was going to have a number of people to patch up afterwards. There was still other people who needed to be saved first. She approached the blue Twi’lek, while eyeing the area for any signs of hostile troopers that could spring out.
The game begins, with Zenobia actually doing quite well and Lando flirting with her relentlessly. The three hitmen size DT up, noting his weapon. Giggling like a schoolgirl in feigned excitement, Zenobia holds up her dice, asking DT to blow on them for luck. When he lowers his head she kisses his cheek, whispering in a serious tone that seems at odds with how elated she was before. "They'll try to take me during the break, I think. They'll be staring at me, but their first move will be to take you out. Kill them, don't protect me". She kisses him again, and pushes him away, laughing at one of Lando's jokes.
They lead her to an injured middle aged Twi'lek woman with a severed lekku. Her burns aren't too severe, though the leather of her left pant leg has been melted through in some places, scarring visible underneath. More concerning is the two pieces of metal shrapnel embedded in her side. Behind her, the rebels set up a heavy gun turret.
Gailte nods. "Notify me fifteen minutes before our arrival." She then went back to her Room to catch some sleep
As Gailte turns away, Avina asks "May we speak in private, ma'am?" If the Commodore accepts, she heads into a side room.
Gailte nods, and takes the captain to side room and locks it. "So, how are doing Captain? Already drilled into new role? What I can do for you?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm settling in well." She looks, embarrassed, at her feet. "I'd like to ask a, um, personal favour. If I do well in the upcoming operation, I'd like to ask for some time alone with your sla-, with your servant, Nyni". She looks panicked. "I'm sorry, ma'am, this was stupid". She heads for the door.
"I can grant it captain - if you perform well." Gailte said as she approached the woman. She put a finger on Kein's Chin pressed her bust against hers. "But I am little disappointed. I would think you would like to spend some time with me, as a reward." She pouted, as trailed her hand down, over woman's bust, then even further down. "Or is it, you are already planning on seeing me fail, and taking my position as commodore?" Gailte put a hand on her crotch and squeezed.
Avina cries out, and clamps a hand over her mouth, to keep from being overheard. "N-No, ma'am! It's just, Nyni looks like someone I used to-, ooh!"
"Oh, no I am curious." Gailte leans forward, her mouth right next Avina's ear, she whispered hotly. "Do tell..."
"She-, she looks like someone from the Academy. The two of us were, well, we were lovers". Avina trembles at the feel of Gailte so close to her. "Nyni has much bigger, you know, and she has the collar and chain, but her skin, her hair, it's so similar. When I kissed her, it was like being back..." She moans, whether at Gailte's touch or her own memories, it's hard to tell.
"Hmmm" Gailte humms "anyway, if you perform adequately, I will approve your request." The MILF grabs Avina's chin and kissed her deeply, before letting go, of now, turned on woman. "And that is a promise from me. Now then, captain, do you have any more requests, some free time to kill with me, or you need to return to your duties?"
Avina's eyes go wide as she feels Gailte's lips on hers, but quickly she leans into it. The Captain inhales deeply when Gailte releases her. "I want to, I really, really want to. But, it's unprofessional, isn't it?"
DT-L30 continues acting like a bodyguard, who's also probably fucking the person he's guarding. He nods at Zenobia's orders, though the hitmen probably won't stand a chance, especially if they don't notice his cybernetic limbs. DT-L30 watches Zenobia, but keeps the hitmen in his sight, waiting for them to make a move.
Fendrat smile shacking his head. "I'm telling only true, but I'm not sure if you like it. Like you said before, you decided to awoid too much attetion from highter ranks."
