The other twi'lek gasps softly, as their breasts collide. "What? W-What's your deal?" She narrows her eyes in confusion, wondering why someone would be here if they didn't want to audition. "I...I can let you tag along, I guess. But I get the contract at the end of this, understand?"
The target seemed like a troublesome individual. Thinking about her approach, her best skills were used a distance so she would need to find a decent place to get a vantage point. The second tactic would probably be best suited. If she was lucky, she might be able to wound him non fatally...but it would depend on the circumstances to determine best course of action. He could be a serious threat if left to his own devices though, so he definitely needed to be neutralized, one way or the other. She began to analyze what ships would look like an attractive target with the weakest defenses, since she reasoned most pirates would go for low risk, high reward gains, if it could be helped. If she found it, she'd make contact with the captain of the ship and explain her intentions. She assumed most wouldn't refuse the added defenses in case of a pirate attack.
Spoiler: Dexterity Roll D100: Eve: 46-15 (Lust Haze) Alien: 15 Eve makes poor speed across the forest, her footsteps stumbling as she feels herself being assaulted by pangs of bliss, her cunt growing needy and making her knees ever so slightly weak. Still, she manages to keep up with her prey - the alien's blood falls into its eyes, forcing it to pause and wipe it away. Finally, in a clearing, it decides to stop running, turning to face her. Bringing up its arms into a combat stance, Eve sees that the beast is armed with some deadly looking claws. Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Eve: 94+30 (Skill and Weapon)-15 (Lust Haze)=109 (Crit) Alien: 56+15 (Drugged female enemy)=71 Slashing Damage: 38+10 (Crit)=48 Eve HP: 100 Alien HP: 87-48=39 Though equipped with a synthetic central processor, Eve's mind was built to simulate an organic's in almost every aspect, meaning that the constant stimulation is starting to make her fantasies grow more potent. As she watches the beast, she notices something poking up beneath it's robes, something quite impressive indeed in it's size and girth. As Eve tries to fight off a mental image of herself being pinned against a nearby log, her leotard torn away before the monster presses forward to-, she dodges out of the way as it leaps forward, slashing at her with those razor sharp claws. Luckily for Eve, her mind also simulates another aspect of organic nature: fight or flight response. Well trained, her body moves effortlessly out of the way of her enemy's clumsy swings, before bringing her blade up. This time, without a staff to get in the way, the phrik coated blade digs into the beast's hide, and keeps cutting. She feels it slicing through muscle and bone, before it hits air once more. The alien's arm flies away in a spray of blood, and it screams in pain.
The Rodian gives a high pitched chuckle in his own tongue. "Why, you eager for some Rodian inside you, honey? If you want that there's no need to find Du'ap, we can just go into the back room!" He laughs again, impressed at his own attempt at a joke. "Du'ap likes pretty much every species but his own, and he likes women." 'Hilarity' over, the barman goes back to polishing his glass. Heading out, Isabia sees a decent looking, but still a little sketchy (this is Nar Shadaa, after all) restaurant, tables surrounding a stage where live acts are performed. Looking through the window, Isabia spots her target at one of the tables near the stage - two well dressed gentlemen sitting with him, talking, with his two Nikto bodyguards standing behind their client.
Hah... hah... must... focus on... nnh, the mission! Eve screamed in her mind, completely taken by surprise as the stimulation all over her body was something she was never trained for. Yet, due to the fact that she could feel it means that her creator must have been planning on doing so. Thankfully, the alien stopped to engage her. H-huh? However, the weird fantasies within her mind once again catches her by surprise. Why would I think of this? Did that gas contain some hallucinogen? Eve pondered, just before her combat programming made her body move as if on instinct. Allowing her, and her precious vibrosword to slice the creature's are. "Surrender now, and the next strike will be painless!" She spoke, preparing to end the villain's life. Yet, she had begun to show signs of arousal. As her near perfect stance from earlier was gone. Already panting, despite not fighting for very long. Eve was made even more aware of how every movement she made caused her clothes to rub against her body. Sending odd, yet pleasant jolts directly into her brain. "Khh." All this made her a bit impatient, as she rushes forward to behead the alien.
Taking a trip to Coruscant's largest spaceport, Raiann quickly finds what she's looking for - an unarmed and slow passenger shuttle called the Scarlet Lady, headed straight through one of the pirate's hunting zones. Inspecting the craft, the former Imperial sniper notes with satisfaction that the cargo hold is quite large, and even the passenger section on the top of the craft is long enough for some sniper work. Heading to the mooring, some of the crew, an eclectic mix of races and genders, point her up the ramp into the craft. Up some filthy stairs and to the right, she finds a smoky office, where a man awaits her, legs raised over a desk. "My men downstairs tell me you've got something to discuss with me?" The corner of his lip raises slightly. "Lieutenant Vealmans?" Raiann frowns instinctively, remembering that she never gave her name.
He must have some kind of resources to have puzzled out her identity with minimal knowledge prior, but it wasn't impossible. Understandable. Knowing who you were dealing with was a fundamental key to negotiation. She had to imagine, he didn't consider her hostile to be having this discussion. If he was able to do that much scrounging with so little information, it wasn't unreasonable to assume he'd already be aware she doesn't have ties to the empire or isn't a friend of the Republic. Both can be good for merchants. "That is a correct assessment." Her voice was almost overly professional in a way closer to the mannerisms of a secretary, than a professional killer. "I would like to arrange a mutually beneficial agreement. The criminal "Xando Freeman" has been targeting ships in the area. My assumption is that he is likely to target yours, due to the lack of apparent immediate threats to protect it. Thus, I would like to offer my assistance to have passage on your ship, in exchange, I will eliminate the criminal in question. As it is your ship, the extent of how graphically, will be left to you." Her facial muscles didn't even shift out of being neutrally polite, no more or less excited than just making a passing comment on the weather.
"Sssss, woman..." The alien hisses. "I am Noghri. Ssssss, I do not surrender..." Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 26+30 (Skill and Weapon)-15 (Lust Haze)=41 Alien: 99+15 (Drugged Female Enemy)-30 (One Arm)=84 Bashing Damage: 43 Eva HP: 100-43=57 Alien HP: 39 As Eve readies her strike, she notes that the alien's bleeding seems to stop by itself, the liquid flow staunching, before the leathery flesh begins to regenerate slightly - not enough to restore the arm, but enough to keep it alive long enough to finish the fight. Naturally inquisitive due to her programming, she starts to ponder the cause: Did the creature's home planet cause his species to evolve this trait? Or was it something that he acquired? Perhaps something designed via gene modification? Then, she looks downwards again, and sees the monster's monstrous erections, and begins to ponder the cause of that trait. As she imagines herself atop the beast, taking its manhood inside her and driving it in as deep as possible as she bounces atop it, Eve is utterly unprepared for it to move. The 'Noghri' darts forward with speed that defies its size, and slams a powerful fist into her gut, forcing her to double over. An open handed strike to the face sends the android bodily flying across the clearing, and she lands painfully against a tree. Eve sees stars, as her synthetic brain tries to will her body back onto its feet, and the Noghri approaches, forked tongue licking its lips. Luckily, the vibrosword landed not far away from Eve, tip embedded in the soft soil.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 44+10 (Awareness Skill)=54 (Minor Success) Raiann thinks she might detect some deeper recognition on the blue-skinned man's face, but then again, maybe not. The captain chuckles. "Damn, you've got one hell of a stick up your ass." He nods. "But you're not wrong - it would be good to have another blaster on this trip. My men aren't exactly Republic Commandos." He shrugs. "Sure, you can come aboard."
Noghri, or a Noghri? Eve pondered, scouring her database for information. Either he gave his name, or his species. If it was a name, he'd need to have done quite the villainous deed. And if it was his species name, then her creator should have installed every known race in the universe into her. Regeneration, however it seems to be slow. Perhaps a species evolved for war? She thought to herself, before her covered eyes lock on the strange 'thing' between his legs. And that... if humanoid anatomy is to be taken in to account. That should be his reproductive organ? Data shows it stiffens from stimulation, or arousal... did he also inhale that gas? Eve continued to examine, unaware that she was letting the 'hallucinations' run around her mind. "Gah!" Until it was too late, and she was already sent flying. "Gghh!" She groaned as she slammed against a tree. Though her body wouldn't be damaged that easily, the drug, coupled with the impact caused her processes to slow down. "Nnh. A... blunder." Eve spoke, trying to stand back up, and reach her sword. "Khh... must... finish the, mmh, mission." She said to herself, as she managed to stand up. Her stocking-clad legs quivering with every step toward her blade.
As Eve's hand finds the handle of her blade, she feels the alien grab her hair in its own meaty paw. "Sssss, why should we fightssss? You wants something else..."
Isabia look around the local restaurant and find her target. For now he is protected not only by his bodyguard but also by Hutts, as long as he is on their tereain. Isabia decide to take table near the group and order something cheapest to drink from the waiter, tried ear pick on group to hear about what they are talking.
"Aah!" Eve yelps as her fingers slip from the hilt of her blade, due to the Noghri grabbing, and pulling her hair. Which was synthetic, yet felt just as soft, and silky as the real thing. "Unhand me!" She groaned, "The only thing I want is to cleanse the universe of scoundrels like you!" Eve replied, unable to reach her sword, she aims to use her legs to deliver a kick, hoping that would free her from his grasp.
A male twi'lek slave acting as the waiter scowls at Isabia as he hears her buying the cheapest drink, but he seats her nonetheless, moving off to go serve other patrons after sending her order to the other staff. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: D100: 69 (Nice)+10 (Awareness Skill)=79 Leaning in and ignoring the waiter as he comes to place down some tangy smelling alcohol on her table, Isabia listens in. It seems that her bounty is regaling the men with tales of untapped spice deposits. According to him, they could triple their money if they invest in opening up a mine. Isabia has to hand it to the guy - he's pretty persuasive. If she didn't already know that he was a con man, she might believe him. Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 39 So caught up is Isabia in her eavesdropping, that she finds herself looking at her bounty for too long. One of the bodyguards turns and sees her staring, a frown appearing on his ugly face.
Isabia completely ignored the alcohol as same as twilek male who give it to her. So, this guy already find new preys for himself to take their money and run away. Her target is pretty well with words, which means if she let him, he will out talks her. Isabia stand up and go to their table. "Good evening gentlemens. Sorry to interupt you but I think it is something what you should know." She didn't going to let her target speak and show them holodisk of his bounty. "This Du'ap Tee is hunted for his money crimes, where he use his position to make people lost money for his fake investment. I highly doubt that he this time is going to open mine, it is more that he want to repeat his tricks on you too." She said with firm, stady voice, to make it more Persuasion on them. Evidences, fast verbar attack and didn't leave him chance to speak up to defend himself. Isabia takes as much advantege as she could, but it will be enough?
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 42-15 (Lust Haze)=27 Alien: 88+15 (Lustful Female Enemy)-30=68 Though Eve's kicks are strong enough to shatter bones, the bad angle due to the hand pulling her hair and the drug in her system mean that the beast barely moves as her foot impacts its thick chest. Luckily for her, it doesn't attack her back, going for a different method of subduing her. Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Eve: 34-15 (Lust Haze)=19 Alien: 16+15 (Lustful Female Enemy)=31 Eve's Willpower: 100-15 (Gas)-22 (Attack)=63 . Eve feels the monster's hand leaving her hair, and going between her legs, rubbing her womanhood through the thin leotard. "Ssssubmit to usss..." It hisses. Disgusting as the creature may be, its touch is driving her crazy, and Eve knows that she won't be able to resist for long.
Before Isabia can reach the table, the two Nikto get in her way, having guessed her intentions. "Eh, this is a private meeting, lady. Back off."
"Khh." Eve groans as her kick, though powerful, was next to useless against the Noghri's thick hide... or scales due to his reptilian aspects? But, strangely, the creature lets go of her head anyway. Allowing her to reach for her blade, or at least she thought so. As she suddenly felt his hand rub her crotch, which was already quite drenched due to the aphrodisiac gas. "Hiiii!" The sudden stimulation caused her to let out an uncharacteristic squeal, "W-what are you, haahn, where are you touchi-iing!" Eve yelped, her legs becoming even more unstable, preventing her from taking a step forward to finally reach her blade. "I will, aahn, never submit, nhhh!" And as the creature continued to tease her virgin pussy, Eve once again attempts to attack. This time going for a backfist toward the Noghri's chin.
Isabia look at two of them with cold stare behind her helmet. "Look guys, I'm not going to take long time, and I think we both could awoid lot of trouble if you just stepped back." She said to body in polite voice, but she really spoke treat. Mandalorians have reputation of warriors and maybe it will be enough to scare them off.
"I've been told." Not really phased by his comment, she was actually somewhat refreshed, he didn't follow up with the usual "I can think of something better for it." she had gotten from the soldiers under her command. "I assure you, I'm quite the professional markswoman. Ideally, I'd like to set up in the cargo bay. If they attempt to loot the ship, it would be best to go along with it to open the door, where I can pick them off from any hostages they have and they can be quickly shot in the back, ensuring the minimal civilian causalities."
