Loreley headed inside the unisex changing room in front of the showers, sitting down on a bench next to the lockers, as she pulled off her boots, 'You're not exactly smelling like roses either, princess. More like sweat, blood and bacta.' She smiled.
Gailte nodded slowly. "Agreed about narrative. But... If I am the highest commanding officer present in the sector, I have the duty to organise what is left of our forces. Otherwise, it would be seen as abandoning the post."
Tarrik strips, discarding her clothes in a locker. There are a few other people in the showers, but none close to the two pilots.
Fendrat tease her long time, taking away orgazm and building it again, just to stoped moment before finish. After all lessons young Zeltron become expirence lover and keept everything under his control. Cara was moan and finaly beging for orgazm, making promises what they both not remeber later. Finaly, when battle is over and ship enter hiperspeed, Fendrat finaly let her come. They both come in the same moment. "Ahhh.... I... Hope it was worth..." He gasp.
Loreley stored the change of clothes in the locker for now and readied a towel for after the shower, peeling off her sweat-soaked overall and underwear, revealing her lush body for all to see, but she had no mind for modesty right then. She released her tight bun and let her black hair flow freely down her shoulders and smiled at Tarrik, 'Shall we?' She went inside the shower room and looked for a spare showerhead, while also peeking at the other people for a moment.
She screams out and kisses him. "You bastard. You cruel bastard". She grins. "Yeah, that was worth it."
Gailte sighted. "We exit hyperspace at safe coordinates. Transport all the wounded and prisoners to your ship, while transferring munitions, fighters, soldiers and bombers to my task force. As Intelligence Admiral, you return to Tarkin and report to him - while I gather whatever is left of Motti's group." Hopefully, the bastard was dead. "As I gather survivors, I shall be reinforcing imperial worlds and installations, while delaying the rebels." Gailte laughed bitterly. "Empire using rebel tactics, while Rebellion using Empire tactics - oh sweet irony." She shook her head. "I will delay as long as I can, but with my current forces, I will have to eventually fall back. Unless you and Tarkin will manage to organise some reinforcements."
There are only a few people she recognises. She sees Silvan at the end of the room, cleaning himself, not having noticed her. She also sees Beta Leader, who nods to her. He calls over "Good job today, Delta Leader". The sound alerts Silvan, who looks up and sees Loreley. The big man covers his massive dick, which begins to harden at the sight of her, before finishing up and grabbing a towel to cover his erection. Tarrik laughs and turns on the shower, basking in the hot water.
He shrugs. "There's been a big attack on the planet. The Imps will probably be cracking down on the rebels with reinforcements. I think Zann wants to get out of here before they start asking where the Twi'leks got their guns "
Zenobia says "They won't be attacking anyone, I don't think. If you must go, just bring back the survivors, don't worry about installations. We don't have many resources in the area anyway. Mon Cala is mostly independent."
"Then we have a plan." Gailte nodded. "I would leave the operation in your hands - I need to catch up on some sleep." She looked at Zenobia questioningly.
'Thank you, Commander. You did well too after we lost the wing commander, you'll make a good replacement,' Loreley answered Beta's number one. She smiled at Silvan as he headed past her with his towel over his crotch, not ashamed that she was completely naked in front of him, 'Good work today. But do be careful about being over-protective. Where did your sister go off to?'
