Daltar chuckles. "It's not flattery if it's true, duchess." He sighs. "I suppose they will, though I don't like the idea. I prefer having a small group of people around me that I can trust."
Darius stares at The Hologram. "Someone seems to have a Good Time. Stantor, what's the meaning of this?"
"Good, make sure you ready the canons, just in case we need to bombard them. Also, make sure you keep communicationd open." Sarah nods as she heads to the shuttle, ready to meet with the gang.
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Be careful admiral. It seems like you want to enter politics." She said with a smile, treating it somewhat like a joke. But Daltart could see, that she also treated it half-seriously, her eyes considering.
There was a movement and after a moment camera position changed - as well as the position of the duo. Now her recognised as major Tarla Ban. "Sorry boss, I just call to let you know that I am warping things up here." Dariou's lieutenant said as he ploughed the desperately moaning woman. Her body quivered from pleasure, moaning with each thrust.
As she entered the shuttle, Sarah found a pair of B1s sitting in the pilot's seat. "Your orders, ma'am?" One of them asked.
"Roger Roger." The droid said as the shuttle lifted of. It slowly descended into the planet, Sarah sat there in silence, surrounded by the machines. Finally, they landed on the spot - but no one was there, yet.
Sighing as they waited, Sarah contacts Panza, "What's the report from the scans, anyone approaching yet?" She asked, as she looked around.
After a moment, Panza answered. "Yeah, it looks like a skiff and a couple of speeder bikes are moving in your direction." And indeed, after a moment she noticed the vehicles Panza talked about. The three vehicles stopped not far from Sarah, the mounted blaster cannon mounted on the skiff aiming at her. The woman with whom she talked earlier, started approaching with her bodyguards.
As the woman arrived, Sarah exits with two droidekas to protect her. "Greetings, hope my droids don't scare you. Once again, I'm Admiral Sarah Burtz. You?"
The woman narrowed her eyes at the sight of droids. "Nin'ciro." She said shortly. Her hand travelled to her hip, near her blaster. "Say what you have to say..." She said, her tone different than when Sarah talked to her during the holocall.
"Very well, Non'ciro. I came here to propose a partnership." Sarah said, "As you should know, the empire is already starting to split apart. It's only a matter of time until some other commander arrive here. And you should know how much of a human supremacist they are. I'm sure you, and your men will be treated as lowly grunts if you join them."
Orson laughed, 'Of course the bastard did.' He looked Deena in the eye, 'Why don't we call off this feud? We let each other live and you can go freely.'
Daltar gives a non-committal chuckle. "Not really, but I'm starting to get the impression that I won't have any choice in the matter."
Darious laughs out. "A surprise to me sure, but a welcome one. Get rid of her after You had Your Fun and gather everything valuable from The Vault."
"Not in this situation." The woman smirked and shook her head. "Desperation does miracles for attitudes. And people are very desperate nowadays - even more than during the clone wars."
Just as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a short stormtrooper entered. "Excuse me, Captain, you were not answering the callings- What the-" The female stormtrooper stopped at the sight of the scene in front of her.
"Oh? Why would you say that, Lord admiral?" Duchess Paonga asked, leaning in closer to him, to make their conversation more private. "Are you not powerful enough to make your own power base?" She asked, cocking her head.
