"This has turned into quite the interrogation, hasn't it?" Daltar chuckles. "Why not? As long as the queen sticks to her end of the bargain, I'll stick to mine."
"The answer is simple. We play by their rules, pay them small tribute and we are too small for them to care." She then snarled. "You, on the other hand, are completely unknown."
The troopers nodded. They cuffed Deena's hands behind her back and dragged her - still naked sans the boots - out of Captain's quarters. "No problem sir. The bridge tried to raise you for some time, Captian. We have arrived at Eriadu system." The trooper answered.
"Fair enough." The woman nodded. "Well then, I wish you good luck in your endeavours." The woman nodded. It seemed as if Daltar missed an opportunity she presented him - or was it a test? "I promised you help, in the form of information. So, do you have any questions?" The duchess asked.
"Hehe. Sure, that worked for Jabba the Hutt. But what about those next in line? A young crime boss, is an ambitious crime boss. Specially with the galaxy's ruling body in disarray, he'll surely be coming to conquer." Sarah said, grinning. "But very well, you want to know who I am? I'm Sarah Burtz, a mercenary that has successfully stolen an Victory class Star destroyer. I also have an army of droids at my command."
"Actually, I was thinking that this is probably the wrong forum for this kind of conversation." The admiral smiles. "Perhaps we could retire somewhere else and talk privately? Your estate, or my ship, maybe?"
The Twi'lek cocked her head and looked with wide eyes on Sarah. "Ah!" She said raised her finger and paused - then she shrugged. "Never heard of you."
"Oh? There are empty rooms that we could use in the palace..." The duchess said. "But alternatively, we can use my villa in the city." She said, looking slightly intrigued.
"Of course you didn't. Since I've never operated in this backwater system before. My main base of operations was in the under bellies of Coruscant." Sarah replied with a confident grin.
"Up to you, I don't want to impose." Daltar smiles. There's nothing outwardly lascivious in his suggestion, though of course the concept of the two of them together has the potential to be anything but innocent.
"The Rebellion gains support every Day since The Emperors Death. They showed The Galaxy that they are vulnerable and can be defeated. Their Era of Ruling The Galaxy is over, which is why they need Us. As for New Recruits, I trust that You can evaluate between useful Ones and those who are a waste of Our Ressources"
"And yet, you landed here." The woman said, a small smirk on her lips. "Thrown away from the capital, to a ball of dust... and you say you want to take over the planet? Hah! Good one."
"Hmm..." The woman took a sip and put down the glass. "Let's use one of the palace rooms to talk." She said and started walking, motioning Daltar to follow her.
"Hm~" Darius's lieutenant hummed. He made sure that Tarla's hands were tied, then grabbed her by the waist and slowly started pushing his dick into her ass. The blue-haired woman arched groaning as she was being impaled. Soon her face was filled with pleasure, as Stantor started thrusting into her. "I would advise against making such a far going assumptions boss. Reality has a nasty way of reminding us about that." The woman's heels clicked as the Mandalorian grabbed the major by her throat and forced her to stand. Her breasts jumped with each thrust, "What about that trash?" He asked as he squeezed Tarla's throat, choking her. "Want me to just dispose of her, or do you want to make it special?"
"I wasn't thrown here, as I said. I see an oppurtunity to take down the Hutts, and I'm willing to take it. But I understand if you want to remain one of their goons, guess I wasted my time in chatting with you." Sarah shrugged, turning around to return to her shuttle.
"Bring her here to Me. I will Deal with her Personaly. And Rook here can blow off some steam on her aswell" he looks at His Lieutenand.
"First, little girl, we are not their goons." The woman said as Sarah turned. "Second, you proved nothing."
"That's what you think, but at the end of the day. The Hutts are at the head, while you do your best not to piss them off." Sarah shrugged, calling her droids back and entering the shuttle, unless thw twi'lek had something else to say.
Rook shrugged. "Lord Maul would have her impaled on the top of her own headquarters, as a warning." She said, disinterested. She did not expand her moment. "Oh, a pity. I was looking forward to warping things up here." Stantor said as he slapped woman's breast, then started groping it. He grabbed Tarla's hair and started pounding her. "Hear that slut? You ain't dying a quick death - yet." The major could only answer moaning. "I will return to HQ as soon as I warp things up here." Stantor nodded.
