Since the armored individual seemed to have no intention of joining, DT-L30 ignores him. He instead looks around for the biggest thug around, "Since he doesn't want to jojn, any of you want to use her mouth?" He asked, slapping Gailte's tits to make it jiggle even more. He doesn't stop his rough movements, making sure the sound of his pelvis hitting her asscheeks could be heard by everyone.
Fen and Cara are able to make the ship safe to fly, again, though it will need serious repairs soon. They see fighters in the very far distance, illuminated by the planet, but they stay away.
"Thanks, Sara. I do appreciate it. Really". She pats his shoulder. "Any time". She calls in the ship, which hovers close by, the ramp touching the ground. Sara helps Cyrus get aboard, and they prepare to lift off, when they hear Art shout over the radio. "Help! I'm pinned down!" Cyrus groans as he moves to the medical room. "Pick him up. There'll be hell to pay if he dies on my watch". The ship flies closer to the Imperial outpost. Art, near the oupost, is dressed in stormtrooper armour, the helmet off, as he takes cover behind a rock. He trades fire with a group of troopers, who have him pinned down. Danann sees multiple blaster wounds on his body.
Boba steps forwards. He strides to Gailte, undoing the crotch plate on his armour, revealing a large brown cock. Slapping her face with his length multiple times, the bounty hunter begins to thrust into her mouth and down her throat, rhytmically matching DT's thrusts with his own.
Vahlia takes the chalice in both hands and drinks the Black drink. It replenishes her body tired self. She looks at Silri and kisses her on the lips as she hands the chalice back.
Gailte groaned as DT fucked her. But when the second man started taking her throat, her situation became more difficult. As her body started approaching her climax, she wondered just how many would she have, before the men had enough.
Silri kisses back, as the drink takes effect, and Vahlia's world becomes cloudy and strange. Looking around, she's no longer in the chamber. She's in a tight corridor, the walls metallic grey, instead of the red stone of Dathomir. The door behind her is shut,leaving only one path forwards.
Seeing that she can take it, Fett fucks her face harder. Outside of her sex filled haze, she can her Kita talking with Xarrina, but can't make out the words.
Somewhat reluctantly, Daanan exchanges fire with the stormtroopers. A hit and run fashion. She couldn’t fight the whole mob at once, just divert the attention for a bit while allowing the rest of the crew to put pressure on the mob. She wasn’t totally convinced Art should be helped, but he did succeed in what he was supposed to do, so maybe that did count for something. Keeping cautious, she took aim at the closest one, not willing to risk getting herself injured, but doing what she could to make some effort.
She calls out “Meetra! Silri! Max!”panic sets in with her heart picking up pace nervous and terrified. She takes several deep breathes and walks forward nervous thinking she had finally passed only to be trapped. A new test had begun,
Art manages to stumble up the ramp, before falling down, unconcious. He's taken multiple blaster bolts, partially stopped by his stormtrooper officer armour, but still causing severe burns.
She gets no response. Walking forwards, she sees a large chamber, empty, besides a large banner displaying the Imperial crest. All of a sudden, a larger door opens, and dozens of stormtroopers march in. Vahlia instinctively gets into a combat stance, but the stormtroopers take no notice of her, apparently not even seeing her.
Her plan had worked. Exactly as it should. They began to bring him up to the medbay and lay him down on a table, so she could get to work, but she already had to say it. "...I'm not convinced he can be saved." Despite the pessimistic outlook she had for the operation, she got out her tools and began to work. "This might be possible...it's not any different from any wounds that you people have gotten before. It's just a lot of them. But even so...if he can pull through...there's no guarantee of a complete recovery. Current survivability likelihood....unknown. " While she tried to reassure herself, the sudden lack of confidence in her skills, didn't do much to mask what she really suspected even after managing to deal with the first couple rounds. This is what she had intended though...wasn't it? While it wouldn't look well on any records, the official story would be that she did everything she could to save him. But that was also the whole truth. She had put him in the situation in the first place and he knew the risks, but she focused on doing a thorough and proper job the best she could.
Fendrat move hand to get of sweat from his forhead, forgetting he is still in space suit. "Well, that is all what we can do. Let's come back." He said to Cara.
The damage is extensive, but without intentionally messing up, Danann has the equipment and expertise needed to help Art. As she works, Cyrus stands, drinking a beer. "It's good to see you. Thought that I was on my own down there." She sees that he's done a rush job, applying bacta to his damaged shoulder.
"First, let me get a proper look at that later." Managing to get a grasp on the situation, she didn't really look up, trying not to get too distracted while she worked. But getting the situation more under control, she thought about what to speak about. "That's what they intended....we weren't about to let that happen. Had to steal the ship and that's likely going to become a whole situation later on. Some of us weren't going to leave you behind and this one came along too..." She somewhat stopped for a few seconds, wondering what exactly she should say. They had that agreement before about these kind of situations, but she was still somewhat tensed for exactly how he'd react. "...I had to promise him something. It didn't really go anywhere though."
"There we go, I knew you had it in you." DT-L30 cheered as the armored individual joined in, he tugs on the leash, making sure Gailte's head was raised to allow the newcomer to use her mouth. All the while he continued his rough movements, his bulbous cockhead ramming against her cervix with every thrust. His member throbbing slightly as he was halfway towards his orgasm.
Cyrus nods. "We'll deal with the leadership situation later. About Art, I'm sorry that I put you in a situation where you had to deal with him. Are you planning on holding up your deal? If you want to..." He makes a throat cutting motion, "you can. It'll cause problems, but you saved my life, so I'm more than willing to shoulder that for you".
The bounty hunter ignores DT, waiting for Gailte to orgasm. @majus After she's cum multiple times, he shoves his entire length down her throat, and cums, filling her stomach with his seed.
Gailte shook as another orgasm ripped through her body. Gailte eyes widened as the bounty Hunter shoves his entire shaft into her throat, blocking her air. The moment she feels hot liquid start filling her stomach, her body shakes as she is hit by another orgasm. Tears of pleasure start flowing down her cheeks, as her pussy squeezed DT, convulsing. She wasn't given the choice of swallowing, as entire load went straight to her stomach. As Boba backed his shaft, her submissive nature compelled her to lick his dick, cleaning it.
