The scientist bows, but when she straightened, there was something maniacal in her eyes. "I will be sure to pick up a few subjects to experiment on." There was a deep satisfaction in her voice. "I will have the Queen delivered when I am finished with her." By the time Admiral woke up and returned to bridge, his throne was changed to that of pirate's queen - with pirate queen herself, chained to it." "Admiral - we have left the space and are approaching Kessel. We sill be at the place in a half an hour." His first officer reported.
"Stantor join The Firing Squad and make sure nothing leaves The Tunnel alive. Search The Bunker afterwards if You want." He looks at Rook. "Back to The Mansion. We have things to discuss"
Daltar chuckles when he sees the throne. "Rather ostentatious, isn't it?" He looks to his second in command. "Still, I appreciate the gesture." Daltar takes a seat on the throne, looking down at Aigir'ritar. "Getting used to your new position, your highness?"
"Perhaps. Though I will say this is exactly once. Alliances only mean anything when both sides intend to keep it. Any "creative" solutions to avoid doing that...I won't think it's cute. We can work with each other for as long as you decide we can. But I've fought in the wars to see how these things work. If the metaphorical hand of friendship gets bitten once, it won't be offered again. You have one. There won't be a second and a third time. Now if that clears the air of where we stand, there are admittedly more pressing concerns. Our planet cannot be the only one getting hit by pirates and I'm sure that you look forward to a "liberation war" from the Order or a full scale imperial invasion about as much as me. Despite our views, a mutual defense pact from outside planetary threats could do us both some good. We wouldn't be obligated to join in any wars the other declared themselves or get directly involved in any political meddling within each other's own worlds, but a joint defensive pact might be our only way to keep people we don't want out of our corner of the galaxy...perhaps if we could get a few other planets to join then we would finally start being able to push back the constantly pirate plague at least and we can start properly building."
"What do you think the captain will do with her?" One of the men dragging her asked. "Sell her to the Hutts?" "Nah, we do not support slavery. She will probably be interrogated then thrown outside the lock." The man chuckled. "We do not appreciate collaborators."
"No sir, it looks to be a distress signal of the imperial source." The man said, then quickly saluted. "Yes sir! The place is not far off - we should get there soon." He affirmed and runoff to execute the orders.
Again, the blond's lips crashed into hers. "You talk too much." She breathed huskily. She moved forward, pushing Katarina's legs apart, her fingers slid into Captain. Her free hand started fondling redhaired woman's breast, then crashed her lips against Katarina's again, her tongue probing, wrestling.
Katarina gasp when Sasha fingers slid into her pussy, but before she was able to say something, blondie again kissed her. "Mmhh..." Capitan muffed as her breast was grabed by Sasha. Katarina push her hand to balance on the bed, as rebel take a lead.
"So we are waiting for them to starve, ehh?" the man shrugged. "We shall block them off, clan leader." Rook nodded. "I shall organise the escort." she turned. After a couple of moments, she waited with a couple of warriors and landspeeders, waiting for Darious to join them.
Kus merely nods, affirming the praise. "We can leave the prisoners here and resupply. What shall be our net destination, Admiral?" The first officer asked. Aigir'ritar didn't answer, only bit her lip.
Darius looks at Stantor. "Nobody leaves The Tunnel alive. And make sure Our Fallen are brought back to The Mansion for proper Burial." Darius heads over to one of The Speeders and climbs in, letting Rook Drive. "I wanted to stab that Bitchs eyes out but I guess we all make small sacrifices once in a while." He removes his Helmet and smiles at her.
"Mutual defence pact is more then welcome." Woman smiled. "It actually pleases me that you would agree to such. Of course, if the Empire or so called New Republic will come, we will create united front - the details such as command structure need to be discussed, but we can leave it for later." The Queen stayed silent for a few moments. "You seek to create a successor of Confederation? Just like Dooku did?" She thought for a moment. "As long as the structure stay away from internal problems, it's acceptable." She turned back and walked closer to Madrica. "You agree far more than I hoped to, Jedi Lord." She smiled. "Would you be amenable to a~ to allow me to show my thanks?" The wave of lust, that Twi'lek felt, was enough to tell her, what the white-haired woman had in mind.
"N-no, not the Hutts!" Sarah pleaded as they dragged her, though it was still an act. And as they guessed on what her fate would be, "P-please, spare me. I swear I'm not a collaborator." She said before discreetly grinning, "Please, let... let me prove it. Let me prove that I was just a newly bought pleasure slave."
Sasha's mouth detached from Katarina's mouth then gave her light kiss again, then again. Finally, her mouth moved down, the red hair felt her tongue in her cleavage, then moving to the side, circling her nipple. Her lips closed around her nipple, lips teasing her skin. As Katarina felt teeth closing around her nipple, Sasha's fingers continued penetrating her, pushing inside and out, her fingers scratching Katarina's insides/
"Ahh!" Katarina take breath as she feel pain on her nipples, from bite. She grap Sasha hair and pushes her face betheen breast, hugging her tight and close. "Yes, yes, yes!" Capitan spasm as fingers penetrating her deeper.
As Orson entered the bridge he could see that the bridge was bursting with activity. "Captain! We are about to leave the hyperspace!" One of the men present called. Behind the window, the real space came to be - a planet became visible. "The imperial signal is gone! One Discril-class attack cruiser found! Identification - sir, it's 'Borebor' - a rebel ship!" The sensor operator reported.
Rook started the engine and was about to start driving, but stopped, hearing Darious's comment. "If you desire so, my lord, I shall bring you her head."
He waves his Hand. "That can wait, and maybe Stantor brings me her Head soon anyway. No we head back to The Mansion and have a Chat..."
"Don't worry my dear, we don't take slaves." One of the man said. "You will be executed instead." "Og dear." The other smirked and she felt his hand on her ass. "I guess you can try to occupy us for some time..."
