"Yeah. They suit you." His eyes meet Tarrik's, and the two share a grin at Loreley's state of undress. "My mum would probably have a coronary if she found out her favourite niece was covering her arms in tatts, but I think they look pretty damn good."
Gailte falls on the floor, screaming from pain. Just the lighting stops, Gailte, slowly gets up, but quickly falls on her knee - her body and clothes still smoking, her body screaming to her from pain. While on her knees, she bowed her head to the Emperor. "Thank you, your highness, for reminding me of the pain Dooku inflicted upon me. I have almost forgotten after all those years, the magnitude of pain that broke me. I shall treasure that memory, as a reminder of my past, your Highness." As Gailte is being dragged away, instead of answering Tarkin, she looked at her shaking hand. "First the Jedi Padawan, then trap with a poorly trained but numerically superior enemy, then Kota and Ackbar and now a reminder of Dooku. It's like I'm back to clone wars..." Gailte said, not really hearing Tarkin's question. She blinked a few times, before turning to Tarkin. "I'm alright. What are the orders?" She asked as she stood now on her own.
She laughs with him. "You know what I mean. The "I'm your woman" thing. I just don't want us to make any assumptions, and then realise that we're not into each other. Maybe just take it slow, have some dates, have some sex, and see if we're a good fit".
Loreley laughed, her breasts jiggling on her chest, 'I'm sure Auntie wasn't an angel when she was my age either. Well, I can still have them removed if I ever have to become a serious lady. Thanks, Teal.' She sighed, enjoying the heat, 'How've you been?'
"No orders so far, Commodore. I apologise for the Emperor's... thoroughness. Evidently the fate of Admiral Motti was not sufficient to satisfy him". He has Gailte sit down in a chair. "I hear that you were forced to sacrifice your ship. You'll have to pick a new one".
Gailte blinked a few times and shook her head - the glum mood disappeared. She was made to remember something unpleasant. "A new ship? That's awfully generous to someone who essentially lost her battle." Gailte tilted her head. "Do you have a suggestion, my Moff?"
She moves to the side with Meera missing the acid by a hair and swirls around in one motion throwing her staff in the air and striking the spider with the end of the staff straight through the center of the body crushing it.
"Not bad, kid. Rising through the ranks. I had a few skirmishes with the rebs that got me promoted. Otherwise, not much. I've actually been thinking of retiring." He looks at Tarrik. She grins back "Now, tell me about this lovely friend of yours."
Briar kisses Paz again. "I can't wait". As she gets up, the ship stops, and the smuggler's moon of Nar Shadaa appears before them.
"You won't be seen as having lost, but as having survived a relentless rebel assault due to wits and courage. You still have my favour, Commodore. It means something". He thinks for a moment. "My reports indicate that the Imperial Star Destroyer you brought back with you, the Torment, lost all hands in a pirate raid. If you wanted, I could arrange for it to become your flagship. If you prefer something else, I have been made aware of a Secutor class, a Victory I class and a Dreadnought are all without captains. If you insist on anachronism, I suppose another Acclamator could be found on Bracca for you". Gailte sees the blue former Jedi appear from a side door. "My Lord," she says submissively, "it's time for your meeting." Gailte sees that Tika is clad in a luxurious and form fitting dress, with a bejewelled headdress. Tarkin nods. "Very well. So, Commodore, do you have a decision?"
With her strength, Vahlia is able to crush the spider beneath her staff. The body melts into a pool of steaming acid. Afterwards the bounty hunter is able to proceed through the cave without difficulty, though she sees movement in the darkness. She comes out into daylight, onto a stone bridge, long, but only wide enough to accommodate one person at a time. Below her is an abyss. As Vahlia moves along the bridge, she sees what awaits her on the other end. An entryway has been cut into the rock of a mountain, made to look like a gaping maw, with eyes above it. In front of the entrance stands a zabrak male, covered in tattoos, and wielding a mace. "You think yourself a night sister, girl?" He calls out to Vahlia. "Prove it". He raises the mace and walks towards her.
"Yeah." DT-L30 replied, making sure his weapons were good to go. He attaches the grenades around his belt.
'Retiring? Just when the rebels become a real problem?' Loreley shook her head, 'Something tells me they wouldn't let you go that easily.' 'Tarrik?' Loreley giggled, 'Oh, we met half a year ago, assigned to a patrol cruiser in the outer rim. We hit it off after initial apprehension and been wingmen ever since. She's funny and dependable. And good looking too. She's a bit wild and crazy at times, join her clubbing tonight and you might find out for yourself.' The brunette sat up again, but the way she was getting up made the loose towel slip off her breasts, revealing her lush globes jiggling with her movements and rosy nipples atop them. She didn't notice for a moment, before she looked down and put one arm over her breasts, hiding her nipples. She laughed, 'Well, they say you should go to the sauna nude, right? Stupid towel.'
Paz goes on The Controls again and approaches The Cityplanet, Landing on The lower Levels and renting a Landingpad before heading trough The Streets with her "So care to tell Me what Your Plans are with Me in that Hotelroom?"
Dannan shoves him off, pushing him unceremoniously to the floor, and proceeds to strip the self appointed captain down for any weapons he could be carrying. Not really having a proper means of tying him up, she keeps an eye on him, walking backward to the door as she redresses herself properly, then comes to stand outside, looking for one of her co-mutineers to wave over.
She leads him up the ramp, and into the ship, lifting up from Coruscant's atmosphere, jumping to lightspeed to head to Varro. She reclines in her seat. "So, DT-L30, how have your powers been developing?"
Tarrik gives a horrified look. "Wild and crazy? Me? How could you tell such lies?" She giggles. "Hey, I might be wild, but I'm not the one getting dominated by Commodores and exposing myself to my cousin." She reaches out to touch Loreley's nipple. Teal laughs. "Your friend has a point, Lore. Maybe you're the wild and crazy one." His eyes roam across her chest, and Tarrik's as the wing woman's towel falls as well. A sizeable bulge appears under Teal's towel. "You weren't lying about one thing. She's definitely good looking." Tarrik rolls her eyes, but smirks at him seductively. Teal says "I might be up for some clubbing, though, if that's an invitation".
Briar looks through the various stores and stalls, buying a meat skewer and eating it while they walk. Mouth full, she answers "What do you think my plans are? I'm not exactly going there to play board games with you".
