An attractive secretary has him wait in an antechamber for a few minutes, before a high ranking officer walks out, ignoring DT if he tries to salute. The secretary shows him in. The white haired Grand Admiral sits at his desk, and DT quickly sees the similarities between him and his daughter. He's good looking and fit for his age, with intelligent looking eyes. He stands when DT walks in, saluting in return to his subordinate. "Come in, come in. So, my boy. I'm told that you have the data we seek?"
He kisses her over his shoulder and sighs. "Yeah, but my entire cut is probably going to go to repairing the ship, and that chandelier... That was real Zirkannian crystal. No way I'm replacing that." He hits the console in irritation.
DT-L30 checks out the secretary while he waited. Thankful his helmet covered his eyes, allowing him to oogle het without being noticed. And when the high ranking officer left the office, DT-L30 decided not to salute. Heck, he was getting promoted after all, who knew what his rank was now. Once he was lead inside the grand admiral's office, DT-L30 salutes him, "Yes, I do. Shall I give my report him, or should I wait until I see Moff Tarkin?" He asked, handing the grand admiral the data.
'Maybe you can send the bill to Xarrina,' Loreley said, 'That misssion was a bit more dangerous than was promised.' 'Hey, hey, no need to break even more stuff,' Loreley chuckled, as he hit the console. She rubbed his shoulders, while she whispered in his ear, 'Relax, we made it out alive, that's what counts.'
"No, no. Those of us in the Order report to each other." He slots the data chip into his computer, scanning through the contents. After a few minutes, he looks up. "Well done, Lieutenant". He presses a button. "We had your promotion on hold, but now that we've authenticated the data, I'm authorising it now. Speaking of promotions, take off your chestplate." He rolls his eyes at what he senses DT's reaction to be, and for the first time DT can sense that the man radiates with a massive amount of Force power. "I don't mean it like that, I need access to your mark". When DT's chest is bare, he sees the lightning burst forth from the admiral's fingertips, impacting against his chest, causing a massive, searing pain, even worse than last time. When it finally, mercifully, ends, DT sees that his scar has gotten larger, beginning to look more like a pattern than a random mark, and the glow has grown brighter. The Grand Admiral nods. "As you rise through the ranks of the military, so too do you bring yourself closer to the inner circle. Once again, well done". He stands, and offers DT his hand.
'Well, maybe next time you could say "Hold onto something" or "brace for impact" before ramming something? Just an idea,' Loreley snickered, rubbing his shoulders harder, and playfully bit his earlobe.
Loreley looked over her shoulder to Tarrik, 'Why don't you help me relax him a little?' She giggled, going back to nibbling Teal's earlobe. She pulled off his jacket, causing her hands to massage his shoulders more directly.
Tarrik approaches, beginning to plant kisses on the pilot's neck. Teal moans. "Best cousin ever". The wingwoman reaches out, her hand touching his dick through his pants.
'Damn right I am,' Loreley giggled, cupping Teal's chin and kissing him, slipping her tongue in his mouth. Her other hand slipped under his collar and went down to tease his nipple.
"Turnabout is fair play." He grins, kissing her back, his hand playing with her sensitive breasts. Tarrik does the same, touching Loreley's chest while she's playing with Teal's crotch.
'Hnngh~, not fair,' Loreley protested as they both grabbed her chest. She swatted they hands way and then pulled her sweater over her head, before unclasping her bra. Letting her big breasts free, her nipples were already hard. She stripped Teal's shirt, smiling at his chiseled chest. Her hand went back to teasing his nipple, while her other hand grabbed a handful of Tarrik's butt. She laughed, 'Oh. we are going to have fun today.'
Teal looks at Tarrik mischievously. "Since she got hurt on my watch, it's only fair if we let her choose how we fuck the shit out of her. Wouldn't you say, Tarrik?" She nods. "Yes, that sounds very fair." She kisses Loreley. "So, Lore, how do you want it?"
'Oh, so you need to do what I say?,' Loreley giggled as she kissed Tarrik back. Giving Teal a little show, she french kissed her best friends passionately, grabbing her butt and pressing their bodies to each other. Breaking their embrace, she smiled, 'Maybe you two should get to know each other a bit better while I prepare the bedroom? We can't keep standing around here forever.'
Loreley grinned, 'Enjoy yourselves, I'll be back in a bit.' Loreley but her sweater back on and left the cockpit, heading for the bedroom. She went to clear the bed off the remains of the chandelier, getting as much crystal splinters as she could find and bagging them safely. It took her a quite while but it had to be done. Finished and the bedroom looking very useable again. She headed for the crew bunks. She quickly changed her underwear to her new lingerie and but her casual clothes over it, hiding her surprise. Dressed again, she headed for the cockpit, wondering how far Tarrik and Teal had gotten while she was busy.
She heads back to the cockpit, to see Tarrik, pants missing, up on the console, her hand running through his hair as he pleasures her with his tongue.
“Well. Cyrus is. I’m not technically a member of the consortium...but, it’s definitely wrong to say that I’m just a bystander either.It wasn’t really the plan or anything to try and usurp the chair...at least, not at first. I certainly didn’t intend to when I first signed up...it just kind of ended up that way. Not that it’s necessarily the worst kind of thing though.”
