Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 69+15 (Skill)=84 "Heh, come to think of it, I do smell something ripe." The thugs laugh. "Alright, kid, we'll let you off with a warning." The trandoshan hisses, grabbing the young man and pushing forward until he's dangling off the edge of the platform, above the abyss. "But if we ever catch you in our base again, you're dead." The young man nods his head, and the trandoshan pulls him back, before the thugs leave. "T-Thanks..." The young man stutters.
With the mercs dead, Eve turns around. Taking account of the situation, she rushes toward the barge, figuring that they wouldn't fire at her as the Marquidd wanted her alive. Eve still makes sure to dodge any blaster bolts flying her way, as she aims to throw another low explosive grenade underneath the barge, hoping to shake off their aim towards Valentija.
Isabia look at leaving band, to make sure that they disappeared behind the corner. She chuckled as she walk to young men. "You are welcome boy, I hope you didn't piss yourself by real." She said looking at his strange hair, with pink color. "So, I think I deserve some explanations from you. What did you doing in their base and who are you?"
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 9 (Crit Fail) Barge Gunners: 36 Stun Damage: 27+10 (Crit) Eve's HP: 79-37= 42 Dodging past the circular stun bolts, Eve digs into her belt, withdraws her grenade, and throws. Unfortunately, she fails to take account of the angular hull of the barge, and her grenade bounces off, detonating in midair. Eve falls backward, knocked around by the shockwave, and subconsciously thanks herself for throwing a low explosive grenade. Her synthetic mind performs a diagnostic, and reveals that no serious damage has been done, though she'll be sore for days at least.
"Heh, I managed to hold it in." He dusts himself off. "My name's Vetrik - slicer extraodinaire. I went into their base to help... Well, it was a personal matter. It's done now, though. Idiots thought that I wasn't able to slice into their antiquated old systems." Vetrik chuckles.
Isabia rise her eyebrown. " So in the end you managed to break their security systems? I would say it was impressive if you didn't let them spot you Vetrik. "She said. " Do you have any more intresting skills on your account? How to defend yourself or just running away? " She asked him.
"Ugh!" Groaning as she lands on her back, Eve takes note that there were no lasting damage. Which was good, as it wouldn't hinder her movements. Which allowed her to run towards the barge again, looking for a way to get up.
Spoiler: Dex Roll D100: 25 Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Mercenaries: 80 Looking up, Eve sees a ladder built into the barge's hull. Grunting, she pulls her tired body up the rungs, but before she's halfway up, she sees the shape of a merc looming at the top. Before Eve can react, she sees a blue ring looming toward her. The last thing the android remembers before everything goes black, is the feeling of falling. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Look, sleeping beauty is waking up!" Eve hears a laugh, as her neural processors kick back into action. Beyond her visor, everything appears fuzzy, but soon, after a feeling of vertigo, the images clear up, and she sees that she's on the main deck of the pleasure barge. Before her, she sees the ugly face of her bounty, the well dressed sadist sitting on a hovering chair, two terrified looking twi'lek slaves at his feet. Around them are mercenaries, about half a dozen, as well as two manning the turbolaser. "Well, you put up quite the fight, I must say." Valdoon chuckles. "But it's over now - you've lost, and your little friend ran away." Trying to pull her wrists apart, Eve struggles, realising that they're bound by the same kind of cuffs she uses on her bounties.
"Hey, I can defend myself! If you hadn't stepped in, I would have kicked their asses." The boy declares, but both of them know that it's just bluster.
Isabia hold her laugh, what wasn't easy because such ridiculous verbs. "Alright brave men. Next time write warming on your back, to let others know that is nothing to worry about you and I could go back to sleep." She said putting her rifle on shoulder. "I have proposal for you. In exchange for 'not necessarily' saving your life, I ask you to go with me on bounty hunting. Just one job, it shouldn't take more than few days. I will see your skills in action." She said. "Who knows? If you show yourself well, we could talk about longer working together."
(Lol, high rolls suddenly gone.) Realizing that she was more tired than she expected, Eve was taken by surprise as a merc stuns her into unconsciousness... and as her processors start up. "H-huh!?" She groaned, her combat instincts telling her to engage. But soon, she realizes that she was bound. "Urgh." All she could do was groan, No, Valentija wouldn't leave me. She must be planning something. Eve thought to herself, looking around to check the mercs equipment, and trying to gauge if her grenade belt was still around her.
"I mean... I suppose I have nothing better to do." He nods, and reaches out his hand. "One job, and we'll see about what to do later. Oh, um, who's the target? It's not like a Jedi master, or a Black Sun boss or something, right?" He asks a little fearfully.
Isabia chuckled for his reaction and shake his hand. "We are going for former bounty hunter, girl who killed two others hunters in drunk fight. Don't worry, I wouldn't egzamine someone who I just meet on something serious. Follow me." She said and go back to her ship. "But seriously now, do you have at least blaster?"
Looking around, Eve sees that the mercenaries are armed the same as the guys in the village - old stormtrooper rifles and electrobatons. The android sees her belt hanging from the marquess' chair. "This is a quality blade." Valdoon stands, unsheathing Eve's sword. "I bet it could cut through anything short of a blast door." Crossing to where Eve kneels, he slides the sword under her chin, the razor edge against her throat. If the blade was vibrating, she knows, it would cut right through. "You're a bounty hunter, I'm guessing? Hired by one of my rivals in the company? Or maybe by those pathetic villagers?" He takes the sword away, as Eve feels the barge begin to move. Off the side of the barge, she thinks she sees a shock of blonde hair, but she can't be sure, and soon the bounty is making sure that she's looking at him. "You probably think that you've accomplished something, don't you? You haven't. I'm still alive, and the men you killed were a credit-a-dozen." He gloats. "And now - we come to the question of what I should do with my vanquished foe? An execution? Fed to my palace rancor? No, I can think of better uses for you." He reaches down, hand sliding across her chest, and Eve feels that same shudder she felt with the Noghri.
Vetrik nods, and pulls a weapon from his waistband. Looking at it, she sees that it's a small, cheap holdout blaster - low impact, but easy to conceal.
"Well, for beginning it will be okey." Isabia nod for that. "Alright, this is my ship. Try not to break or steal anything and we should be good." She said as it was long time since she last time invite anyone on board. "Okey, so now to this Hutt." She said flying her ship.
"Khh." Eve makes a note to herself to make sure she retrieves her prescious blade once she escapes. And as she saw the blond hair, knowing that she wouldn't be hallucinating at a time like this. She immediatelt looks back toward the Marquiss, glaring at him behind her blindfold. "Do your worst. I just hope you don't need your men around you to deal with a single, bound woman?" She taunts him, hoping get him somewhere private, while Valentija sneaked around. But, as Valdoon touches her chest, "Mmh." She couldn't help but muffle a moan, stil, unused to feeling pleasure. Her cheeks begin to flush red, while her nipples slowly grow erect.
"Wait, Hutt?" Vetrik gulps, as the ramp closes behind him. Hours later, she sees Nal Hutta beneath her, the planet sickly looking even from orbit. She lands in a small spaceport, a short walk from the border of Garata's territory.
Isabia go out her ship with Vetrik. "Don't worry too much. Garata is one of the youngest Hutts, so his own organization is realy small. Also, our target is working for him as freelancer, not as member of organization, so killing or capturing her won't bring on us Garata vendetta." She said as they walk to Garata territory. " Oh, and there it is how she look like. " Mandalorian show him holodisk with their target.
"Hmph, I think I can handle you - look, you're already wet." He chuckles, and the mercenaries laugh at her. Valdoon kneels down, and suddenly his hands are squeezing her breasts and moving aside her leotard to find the nub of her clit. A moan comes unbidden, and Eve thinks she's going to have a hard time resisting the pleasure - if she tries to resist at all. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." The ugly man gives her a disquieting grin. "It matters little to me - I'll enjoy you either way."
