Tow chuckled. "Of course, my dear." She said with a smile, as she got an idea. She was sure that once they get there, the director will want to play some scenario... wasn't that a chance... to get some information... and perform assassination... and allow her companion to assist. "By the way, what's your name?" She asked.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 51 Noghri: 34 Bashing Damage: 23 Eve Health: 59 HP Noghri Health: 39-23=16 HP Marshaling her abilities, Eve is able to pivot in the creature's grip, sending her fist slamming into its jaw. It grunts, razor sharp fangs flying out of its mouth as it wobbles, looking dazed and on the verge of being knocked out. Spoiler: Willpower Rolls Eve: 23 Noghri: 79 Willpower Damage: 56 Eve's Willpower: 63-56=7 Acting on instinct, though, the Noghri doesn't pause its assault of her for a second. Eve feels a thick finger pressing through the leotard she wears, while it takes her clit between its index finger and thumb, squeezing her clit with such precision that she has to resist the urge to scream. Against her thighs she feels the immensity of the beast's member, hard and desperate to get inside her, and the ones and zeroes that make up her logical mind are slowly being battered aside by an animalistic voice telling her to submit and be bred. As Eve's hand finds the handle of her vibrosword once more, she calculates that she and her enemy both likely have one last strike in them. If Eve succeeds, she'll kill or disable the beast. If she fails, well...
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 67+10=77 The Nikto look at each other, and then at Du'ap, before they back away a little. Sensing trouble, the businessmen are already on their way out, abandoning the now furious looking Rodian conman.
"And that way, you won't disturb my guests." He nods. "The last thing I need is you scolding them because they're wearing mismatched socks or something. Alright, you're free to go down and find a place to set up your blaster. I'll send someone with you to make sure that your weapon is the only thing you put your hands on down there. I don't want you 'rearranging' the cargo."
Feeling the impact on her fist, Eve was confident she'd be able to reach her sword now. And she did, but the Noghri's touching of her crotch didn't relent one bit. "Ghiiiii!" Forcing her to shudder, her eyes widening underneath her blindfold. "Aaahn!" Eve lets out a strangely erotic voice, her entire body tensing up, "L-let go of tha-aahn-that!" She tried to speak, but her moans couldn't be stopped as the creature pinched her clit, something she never thought would give her so much trouble. "Mission... have to finish the... mission." Eve attempts to ignore the strange, growing need within her body. Pulling out her sword from the ground, turning around on her quivering legs. She tries to deliver the final blow to the cursed Noghri that awakened something within her body... before it was too late.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 54+30 (Sword and Blade Skill)-15 (Lust)=69 (nice) Noghri: 34+15 (Lustful Female Enemy)=49 Slashing Damage: 20 Eve HP: 59 Noghri HP: 16-20=0 Victor: Eve Bringing her sword up, Eve can barely stand straight, let alone move her hips for a proper strike of her blade. She feels the phrik steel hit one of the beast's armored scales, and for a second her eyes go wide as she thinks that she's failed to cut through, panic overwhelming her synthetic mind. Panic and...anticipation? But then, she feels the vibrations of her blade, and knows instinctively that her assessment was wrong. The blade slices through the Noghri's scale, and into the vitals of its throat. Gurgling, it backs away, swaying, before it falls over, dead. On unsteady legs herself, Eve exhales as she realises that she's won. Her organic body fills her with adrenaline and dopamine at her victory, but the feeling is washed out by desire. She feels like she was on the verge of...something.
"Haaah!" Eve lets out a surprised gasped, as the Noghri suddenly falls over. "I've... won." She said, through deep breathes. Her body feeling the rush of sensations, only for it to be washed away by the strange itch around her lower body. "Nnnh... to think... a primitive creature's drug would work on me." She groaned, moving to lean her back against a tree. "Nnh... aaah." Eve lets out a whimper, consciously stopping her hand from going toward her crotch. She attempts to fight off the new found lust within her... even if only for a little bit.
Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: 34 Try as she might, Eve can't stop the itch she's feeling, or the animal impulses assaulting her mind. She can move and act freely, but util she finds relief she'll be constantly distracted. With a shock, she realises that her mind has calculated that the drug has dispersed from her system - and yet the itch remains.
"Khh." Eve groans, biting her lips as she forces her hand back. At least she could still stop herself, and judging from the intel she received. There was only one Noghri to be dealt with. "To think... the ultimate weapon designed to purge evil would... succumb to an arousal drug." Eve says to herself, as she realized that the drug was gone, yet the strange need remained. "Khh. I will need to run a diagnostic when I return. For now, there should be no immediate threats." She forces herself to stand up, moving to the creature's corpse. Eve beheads him for proof of the subjugation, but rather than return to the village. She attempts to look for the Noghri's nest, in case some of the captive villagers were still alive. She relies on the nighvision function of her visor to get her through the late hour.
Isabia put her hand on her pistol, but didn't pull it out yet. "Good, now I want you two to get out of here. I don't know how much did Du'ap paid you, but it isn't enough to face mandalorian." She said with voice of steel.
“If it’s sorted correctly, then I will not need to rearrange it.” If her tone or expression remained the same said with the same level of seriousness that told him that she definitely wasn’t making a joke. “Those conditions are acceptable.” She wasn’t too bothered by the idea of having someone observe. Reasonable, if you didn’t want someone looking into things she shouldn’t. “My contract specifies the neutralization of the target. I am not here for you, or what you may or may not be carrying. If it does hold value, then it would be more optimal in your position to allow me to work to guarantee it does not get stolen. However, I take no issue to following the rules on your ship, if you wish for me to be monitored.” She did her best to reassure him as much as her people skills would allow. “I am willing to offer a blood sample, for any testing, if you like.”
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: Natural 100 As her world goes green - night vision activating on the screen of her visor - Eve searches through the forest. The beast left noticeable tracks along the forest floor, leading her back to a cave situated beneath the overhang of a small cliff. Heading inside, Eve spots a few things: A pile of food, uncovered and partially rotting. A scattered pile of credit chits, 100 in all, and a staff not unlike the one her bounty used on her. "M-Master? Oh... Where's master?" Eve turns to see a buxom young human woman chained by the neck to a hook planted in the rock of one of the walls. The blonde is stark naked, breasts exposed, and between her legs is a trail of a slimy white substance, the smell of which wafts over to Eve and makes her body feel warm. "Are... Are you master's new toy?" The woman looks up at Eve. (+100 Credits) (+Noghri Staff)
Spoiler: Persuasion Rolls D100: Eve: 95+10 (Persuasion Skill)=105 (Crit) Du'ap Tee: 27+15 (Skilled Con Man)=42 Persuasion Progress: 63+10 (Crit)=73 Nikto Willpower: 100-73=27 "What are you doing, you fools?" Du'ap curses out his bodyguards. "I pay you to solve problems for me - problems like her!" He points at Isabia. "Do your damn jobs!" The Nikto loos nervously between Isabia and their boss. They're still not entirely convinced to run away, but Du'ap has failed to motivate them.
Isabia pull out her blaster gun. "I'm giving you two ten seconds to run away. After that, I will kill you both." She said with cold voice and if they didn't make their move out, she going to full her treat.
(That roll.) Trekking through the forest, Eve though confident in her abilities. Was struggling to contain the growing need stirring within her loins. She could feel her juices trailing down her inner thighs, soaking the tops of her thigh-high stockings. But thankfully, she managed to find the beast's lair. Only to see who must have been the village girl, "You are..." Eve paused, realizing that the woman wasn't acting in her right mind. Should I return her to her village? The victim seems to be suffering from mental distress, or perhaps addiction to the drug? She thought to herself, as she examines the crazed blond. But then, "Nnh. What is?" As the scent of the Noghri's cum Eve shudders, the warmth she tried so hard to suppress growing even more. "No, I am not." Eve replied, "Your master, the creature has been dealt with. You may return to your village now." She said, as she slices the chain binding the girl. Before collecting her loot, The staff... I may be able to investigate the gas that Noghri used. If the aphrodisiac can affect me so, perhaps the paralyzing one is just as potent. She thought to herself, looking at the now free captive. Eve waited for her, will the girl come to her senses, or is she doomed? If the village girl was too far gone, the android decides to take her back to the ship, thinking that appropriate medical attention would help.
"Blood isn't the bodily fluid I'm interested in." The captain shakes his head. "I don't think you'll rob me, but when you're carrying other people's cargo, you have to take precautions." He whistles sharply. "Hey, Pik! Get in here!" The blue skinned man calls out, and not long after, a young man of eighteen or nineteen enters the room. "This is Pikton, my ensign." The captain introduces. "Take the LT down to the cargo hold. Help her set up, and make sure she doesn't nick anything. Got it?" The captain orders. "Yes, sir!" The youth's response is bright and earnest. "Then what in the blasted hells are you still doing here?" The captain shouts. "And get your eyes off of her chest!" Pikton looks away hurriedly, blushing as he realises that he was staring. Still, the stare seems like it was unintentional, unlike most men who leer openly. "Err, shall we, um, go?" The youth stutters, before leading her out of the office and to a freight turbolift, which makes a whoosh as it descends to the cargo bay. "I'm, uh, Pikton, ma'am. Nice to meet you." The young man smiles up at her as the elevator descends, admiration for her looks obvious. Raiann gets the sense that Pikton doesn't meet a lot of beautiful women. Or probably many women of any kind. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100:77+10 (Awareness Skill)=87 (Success) Pikton wears a blaster at his hip, a small one, in a leather holster. But while that weapon isn't hidden at all, others are. She spots a bulge beneath his sleeve, and another in the pants above his ankle - knives. The turbolift grinds to a halt, revealing the cargo hold - a dark, cavernous space littered with stacked crates. Raiann feels her urge to clean and bring order kick into gear. The cargo is in utter disarray - perishables and non-perishables stored together, crates improperly marked, some stacked so high they touch the ceiling, while others stand on their own. It's a nightmare to look at - not just failing to meet regulation standards, but almost standing in defiance of the very concept of standards. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 25+10 (Skill)=35 (Failure) The mess has another unfortunate side-effect: She can't see a good place to set up her blaster rifle. There are places atop crate stacks she can climb to, but due to the haphazard nature of the place, none of them offer a perfectly clean field of view. There are some spots high up that would be perfect, but she can't see a way up there without breaking her neck.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: Isabia: 63+10 Du'ap: 6+15 Persuasion Damage: 52 Nikto Willpower: 0 The bodyguards turn and exit the building at a hurried pace, as Du'ap shouts that he'll double and triple their pay if they kill Isabia. Finally, the Rodian stands, looking for the nearest exit, as the twi'lek waiter approaches, looking nervous. Looking around, Isabia sees multiple gammorean bouncers looking straight at her, and her unsheathed weapons. "M-Miss, I have to remind you that there's a strict rule against brandishing weapons in this establishment." The Twi'lek utters.
"N-No... No, that's not possible..." The blonde's eyes widen as the revelation is given to her. "W-What am I going to d-do without him?" She begins to sob. Picking up the staff, Eve gets a feel for the weight, but she's not exactly sure yet how to use it - there's no obvious trigger or loading mechanism, and she's not sure what the ammunition looks like. She'll have to devote some time to figuring it out when she's free.
"Very well, then come with me." Eve replied to the panicking woman, as she did one last sweep of the cave. Actively holding back the strange sensations in her loins, she didn't want to admit how tiring her first mission was. But after one last look around, she grabs any sort of cloth to cover up the blond, before leading her back to the ship. I suppose I should report to the villagers as well, but with how late it is... I will need to spend the night here it seems. She thought to herself, thinking it was the right thing to do. For now, Eve returns to her ship, making sure the blond was following behind her.
