Her scanner reports that the air is breathable, pulling off the stifling black helmet as she begins to sweat in the tropical heat. Overhead, the battle rages on, the fighters pursuing each other, laser fire blasting out rapidly. Eventually, Dee manages to shoot through the X-Wing's shields, destroying the engine. In a last ditch effort, however, the rebel pilot swerves backwards, his craft colliding with Dee's, tearing the wings off of both. The rebel ejects, their cockpit flying free of the craft and gliding towards the jungle. Dee, however, doesn't crash so gracefully, her craft going down hard.
Loreley cursed, watching the battle over her head. She looked at Dee's destroyed fighter arcing towards the ground, trying to get a good sense of where it was going to land, and ran towards Dee's crash site,
Humidity and heat exhausting her quickly, though the shade of the canopy helps, Loreley runs into the jungle. It isn't hard to follow the flames and smoke of Dee's wreckage, as she comes to a river. Under the surface of he crystal blue water, she sees the pod of Dee's craft, a wing haphazardly lying on the shore.
Loreley threw her rifle on the ground and grabbed the survival knife from the kit and discarding the kit aswell. She ran to the river and jumped in, swimming towards the pod. She took a deep breath and dove down. She opened the external release panel and tried to activate the explosive bolts for emergency jettisoning the canopy.
Diving down, she's able to open up the canopy, water rushing into the pod. She sees Dee, alive, but totally unresponsive, blood clouding up the water from numerous wounds.
Loreley entered the cockpit and cut Dee out of the straps of her pilot's seat with her survival knife. She grabbed the unconcious woman and headed up for the surface.
Struggling with the weight, Loreley swims upwards. When she reaches the surface, she feels a hand enter the water and clasp around her wrist, helping her and Dee up. Coughing, Loreley looks into the face of a rebel pilot, in around his mid twenties, with tanned skin, dark hair and boyish good looks. He looks at Dee with concern, passing Loreley her survival kit, though she notices that he still eyes Loreley nervously, her blaster in his other hand, ready to dart up and fire at any moment.
Loreley was surprised as someone pulled them both from the water. She coughed and glared at the rebel, but had no time for a fight. She snagged the kit from his hand, snapping at him, 'Make some room!' She lied Dee on the shore and checked the dark-skinned girl's breathing. If she wasn't, she'd remove Dee's life support unit and start the resuscitation procedure she had learned in the academy.
The rebel backs away. Dee is breathing, but has a chunk of metal portruding from her side, as well as a head wound.
Loreley opened her kit and grabbed scissors, cutting a hole around the metal piece and removing the cloth. The put some bacta around the wound for now and checked on Dee's head wound, ignoring the rebel for now and doing everything she could.
Loreley judges that Dee has suffered a concussion, but, though the skin of her forehead is cut, her skull hasn't fractured. The pilot remains unresponsive, but seems to be safe. She's unconcious, clearly sleeping fitfully.
The Imperial pilot cleaned, appliend bacta to and bandaged the head wound on her friend. She then went back to the metal shard embedded in her side. Deeming it safe, she pulled the shard from her side, filled the wound with bacta gel and sealed it. She put Dee in a stable position, so she could breath freely, and then turned to the rebel. She stood up and shot him a fiery look, 'So what is this supposed to be? A change of heart? Why help us, rebel?'
He shrugs. "In the Alliance, we don't leave people for dead unless we have to." He stands, still holding the blaster rifle. "Come on, I saw a cave a little ways back. Your friend should be safe there". He backs away, still facing her, as he leads the way to the cave. "Set her down there. She probably won't be that comfortable, but the animals probably won't come in here. The cave isn't particularly deep, the tunnel only extending a few hundred metres, and is actually rather well lit, with a good amount of fresh air coming in.
'Some gentleman you are, making me carry her,' Loreley said mockingly, knowing full well he wouldn't risk her getting the upper-hand over him while he was carrying Dee. She packed up the kit and put it over her shoulder, before she lifted her friend in her arms and carried her to the cave. She laid her friend down at the spot. Worrying she might get cold with her wet clothes, she pulled blanket from the kit and put it over Dee, not wanting to strip her in front of the rebel. She stood up and looked to the man, 'There is another survival kit in the downed TIE fighter, I should go and get it.' Loreley casually left out the part where there was another E-11 blaster in that downed TIE fighter as well.
He shakes his head. "I'm merciful, but I'm not stupid." He throws her some emergency rope. "Hogtie your friend. I don't want her jumping me when we get back. We're not going to the fighter. We're going to your bomber. Lead me there, and no funny buisiness. There are two of you, so I can still feel heroic for saving your friend if I have to shoot you in the back."
Loreley spat, 'Shoot me in the back? Tsk, bastard.' She crouched down to Dee and bound her fellow pilot. She put her hands up and went past him, shooting him a glare, towards the bomber's crash site along the shore.
Not able to hold back, she gradually extended her tongue out, catching the sweet taste of prejuices that flowed, tracing her movements along the blue woman’s outerlips, anxiously staring upward while letting her tongue circle, then burying her face right between the alien’s legs, head partially obscured by the dress, only Dannan’s desperately horny movements being felt rather than seen. As she planted a deep kiss along Mari’s clitoris, her hands reached for the Twilek’s ass to hold her properly still, Dannan slipping her tongue past the outer lips, penetrating Mari’s cunt with her mouth. For how often that Dannan had went crazy with abusing it, the hole was still surprisingly tight, but the doctor was still being forced to eat the pussy of slave, one that had gotten her cunt destroyed multiple times. Craning and angling her head, Dannan still kept to slow, but long movements with her tongue, twisting her mouth while inside of Mari’s cunt, looking at it with fierce intent, to feel more of it’s sweet taste, locked in a heavy and passionate make out session with the Twilek’s cunt.
He follows along, blaster pointed at Loreley's back. When they reach the wreckage, the rebel approaches it, rummaging through the machinery. "Damn it". He sighs. "Your fighter's comms are busted, so are mine. Check your comm link. Is it working?" Loreley notices that it isn't. He kicks the downed bomber. "Crap. Why, oh why, did I choose to pursue you down here?" Sighing, he says, "Come on, let's head back to your friend, maybe her comms are working."
'Probably because you're too stubborn, couldn't accept that someone in a bloody bomber evaded your shots for so long,' Loreley rolled her eyes and want back the way they came. She stopped on the shore where Dee's fighter was downed, 'May I get the kit now? We might have to stay here for a while if none of our comms are working.' Loreley also dreaded the thought that it might be the rebels who will come to get them.
Mari moans, one hand in Danann's hair, the other stroking the attendant's cock. "G-Good puppy. That's how you earn your treat".
