Loreley looked confused, ''See Tarkin? Why would we? Did he plan all this? I mean... if I can get another promotion I wouldn't object.' She laughed.
Tarrik shakes her head. "No, it was just the Commodore and DT going, I think. Maybe Fendrat too." She grins. "He'd probably give you a promotion, but not for free, so maybe it's best if you don't go".
Loreley chuckled, 'Yeah, I don't think Teal would want me to whore myself for a promotion...' She shrugged, 'But we don't need to go straight to the surface, we can drop them off on Tarkin's station on the way.'
A single digit shot back into the well worn cunt. Aggressive and forceful without any concern for how she was comfortable from the pain. The brutality and force of how Dannan began to bite at her nipples would almost definitely border on actual rape, if it wasn’t clear by all the screams and moans just how much Mari loved it. Zann might have been fine with her sleeping with other women, but Dannan couldn’t shake the feeing that he had to have an upper limit to just how much he was going to put up with. Zann would likely not be a pushover, but anything that could mentally throw him off and get him to throw logic out the window in favour of giving into acting out of jealousy and rage was going to be an advantage. Still curious if Mari was only pretending to go along with it, Dannan decided it would be best to keep her in a position that would make it difficult to act quickly combined with the drugs running through her system. Rising off of Mari, Dannan began to redress herself properly, but being deliberately slow to let the Twilek watch for a minute, before the doctor made a sharp pointing figure to a spot on the floor in front of her. “Hands and knees. Crawl. You’re coming back with me.” Dannan at the same time, began to quietly feel for her blaster knowing full well, that odds were, there was no way Zann was going to let the doctor leave the compound alive anyway.
"Afraid your cousin would get jealous?" Tarrik giggles. "Maybe he'd challenge Tarkin for your honour." She grins at the thought. "Of course, that probably wouldn't go well for him."
Mari nods vigorously, getting on all fours, fluids flooding from her cunt. When Danann and Mari leave the bedroom, they see Cyrus and Zann sitting in chairs, drinking expensive whiskey. Zann looks at the two women, and then at Danann. "Enjoy yourself? I'm not a physician, but that doesn't seem like any medical procedure I've ever encountered before". The crime lord takes a swig.
Dodging fire from the star destroyer, Garra manages to set the hyperdrive up, and the ship jumps to lightspeed. Hours later, Vahlia hears a scream from another room. Rushing in, she sees that Rowan is in the corner, cowering as Silri completes a spell. Out of green flame emerges a huge hulking monstrosity, that bows to Vahlia. Silri grins at her apprentice, looking at Rowan's fear. "Vahlia. I wanted to give you a gift, for your service. This is Xhar Tala. He will serve as your bodyguard, assassin, errand boy, or anything else you wish him to be." The creature speaks in a language Vahlia has never heard before, but can somehow understand. "I live to serve you, mistress. Name your will, and it shall be done".
Loreley chuckled, 'Jealous? That'd be the least of the implications of doing such a thing.' She grimaced, 'Not to mention that I'm not attracted to Tarkin at all. There are handsome and intriguing older men out there, among the officer corps too, but Tarkin isn't one of them in my view.'
He was shockingly willing to let this go. Not that she minded. Giving Mari a light kick in the rear, to push her forward, she stared trying to analyze Zann. Something didn’t seem quite right. Was he really willing to let this go? Maybe Mari just didn’t actually matter as much as he claimed? “It’s my treatment plan for needy lesbos. I’m going to fuck her until she’s completely brainless..well no. I definitely already did that...still going to keep her as my sex toy.” This guy...he certainly wasn’t easy to read or predict. That was an excellent trait for a crime lord, but a bothersome one when it came to deliberately trying to offend him. She wasn’t quite sure how to pin it down...using her actual doctor knowledge, she began to examine him at a distance looking for some clue. Drug abuse symptoms, lesions on the skin from cybernetic implants, indications of some kind of illness that would affect his brain’s ability to process things..she didn’t know what it was. Something clearly wasn’t normal with him.
Danann can't see anything physically wrong with his body. He's highly fit, and his actual age is difficult to determine. Despite the wrinkles, gruff voice and grey hair, he doesn't carry himself like an older man. Though he makes an effort to seem contemplative and patient, she can see that he's brimming with the energy of a younger man. She quickly develops a hypothesis that Zann has used gene modification to make himself look older, whilst preserving his physique. His eyes regard her coldly. "I see. There is a problem, however. You've taken what was mine. I don't consider myself to be an overly greedy man, but I never give my things away for free. Since you've elected to take your pleasure from my property, I will take my pleasure from you". He stands, and she can see the bulge in his pants. Cyrus, not having told Zann that he and Danann are together, feigns indifference.
The nightsister can't help but give a sharp laugh, startling the terrified Rowan. "Traditionally, their race is asexual, but I can make him sexual, if you wish. Most women are put off by their grotesque looks." She waves her hand, and the creature develops a moderately sized penis. "How would you prefer the size? Larger, smaller? And the personality, would you prefer it dominant or submissive?"
Tarrik grins. "No. For all that I'm attracted to the rank, I have to say, Tarkin is certainly not good looking".
'Well, let's stop talking about him then,' Loreley chuckled, 'Do you have any plans for when we land?'
She reached for her blaster in front of him...took a look at him and Cyrus...than stopped. As far he was aware, this just looked like her deciding against trying to shoot her way out and “reluctantly” lifted her hands off of it like she was giving up. She doubted on being able to properly beat him, but he was still in a room with everyone wanting him dead and just didn’t realize it. Holding off on anything abrupt, she felt it would be better to wait until he wasn’t really in a place to react from any sudden moves from the hunter once called in. She gave a short laugh. “You couldn’t even please that easy bitch. Can I get a magazine, at least?”
"Not as of yet, no. Maybe I'll see if the Commodore wants to do anything. We hit it off a little, earlier. What about you? Going out with Teal?"
Zann is across the room faster than Danann can even perceive. His hand clamps around her throat, shoving her roughly against the wall. "I gave you an order". Cyrus stands behind him, a furious look on his face at seeing the woman he cares about being mistreated. He mouths to Danann. "Now?"
Loreley smiled, 'I don't know yet... maybe we should go out.' She smirked, 'We could also just stay in and fuck all day. Wanna join?'
He was fast. Much faster than she actually expected. Dannan couldn't make out any words, when thrown back against the wall with a hard thud. She couldn't see it, but it made her wince just from hearing it. Instinctively, she had to try shoving against him, but it was useless. Especially with the powerful grip making her vision start to blur. She was right that attacking him directly would've been a bad idea, but he could only react to so many things at once. Slightly swallowing the best she could and making a nodding motion, Zann likely assumed that was directed at him as she began to undo her top. More focused on taking his rage out on her than anything else, it was what she had intended, but also something she regretted just a little. His back was turned and he was unfocused. There wasn't going to be a better chance. The nod told Cyrus what to do and call in the backup. He was fast and strong, but not unkillable. They'd just have to press the numerical event and hope to surprise him. Zann was left to thinking her struggling was against him, but in actuality, she was just trying to make sure she was trying to give Cyrus a clear shot. Who actually did the killing blow wouldn't matter. Just the fact the hunter was there was all that was really needed to let people assume the implications...as well thought out as these plans came into her head, when she found herself getting choked out by a modified pyschopathic crime lord, she was really starting to question all of her life decisions. I should call mom. "I-isn't my fault. This would've happened anyway. If not me...someone else..." Weakly groaning out her response, it sounded a lot like she was referring to Mari instead of what was about to come.
