"Aaaaahn!" Eve lets out a loud cry as she felt the built up pleasure explode all at once. Squirting as Valdoon toyed with her body, "Aaah... aaah." The android tried to keep her mouth shut. But, her nylon-clad legs were already spread, revealing her drenched, virgin slit. "Aaaah... please." Eve begged, not really sure what to say, all she knew that she needed something more to quench her thrist.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 17+10 (Skill)=27 Bossk: 87 Palga: 12 Despite her best efforts, Isabia's shots all miss as she tries to take down the trandoshan, who slips into the crowd. The Hutt continues to fire, but hits nothing but bystanders. Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Isabia: 9+10 Hertia: 77 Vetrik: 15 Blaster Damage: 62 Vetrik Health: 38 Hertia dodges out of the way, firing one handed as she clutches her wounded neck. A lucky shot sends Vetrik falling from his perch atop a roof, hitting the ground hard.
Isabia used her jetpack to fly fast to Hertia and kick her in the head and that didn't work, disarm her.
Something in the back of Eve's mind registers a noise coming from the window, but she ignores it, her brain focused entirely on the man in front of her, who flashes an evil grin as he pulls back. "I thought you'd never ask..." He moves back, practically tearing away his expensive clothes, revealing a gangly body and an average sized meatstick between his legs - the sight of which floods Eve's mind with lust, and the animal impulse to breed. Justice, the bounty, her maker... In the heat of the moment, it's all forgotten - she just wants him inside her. "I've never seen a whore who needed it so bad..." Valdoon taunts, as he rubs his hard on against her leotard, threatening to pull it aside and thrust upwards into her virgin cunt. "Well, I'm not the kind of guy to disappoint a lad- UGH!" He grunts, before collapsing, head nestled between Eve's breasts. "Eve!" Valentija springs through the open window, blaster pistol at hand as she pulls away Valdoon's unconscious body. "Eve, Eve! Are you alright?" As the blonde shakes her shoulder, Eve feels herself return to her senses, though her lust still burns hot. Outside, the android begins to hear shouting.
Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Isabia: 83+10 (Martial Arts skill) Hertia: 94 Hand to hand damage: 1-10 (Beskar)=0 Isabia HP: 100 The other bounty hunter is ready for her, grabbing her leg and throwing her to the ground, but before Hertia can exploit it, Isabia rolls to her feet. Bolting up, she punches at Heart, who blocks, pirouetting and throwing an elbow that Isabia ducks beneath. On and on it goes, the two women throwing attack after attack at one another, totally equal in their hand to hand prowess.
"Aaah... n-no, please, aaahn." Eve whimpered, not to if she wanted to beg him to stop, or to plead to be ravaged. Spreading her legs, even thinking of wrapping it around his hips. The android forgot her main objective as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, making her pant like a bitch in heat. Eve was just about to pull her leotard to the side just to allow Valdoon to penetrate her. But then, "Va-Valentija." Her companion arrives, "You... came." She said, unsure if she was glad, or disappointed that they were interrupted. But thankfully, as the source of pleasure disappeared, Eve managed to regain her senses, albeit still feeling the strange itch on her crotch. "Right... let's deal with his guards." The android fixes her dress, concealing her breasts once more. But her juices were still visibly running down her inner thighs, soaking the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Do you have the poison grenade?" She asked, aiming to open the door slightly, and throw it outside, thinking that the interior of the ship would allow the poison to spread among the men much quicker than if they were outside.
"N-No." Valentija tries to ignore what was going on in here, as she frees Eve from her cuffs. "Sorry, your grenades are still on the deck."
"I see." Eve replied, though her way of speaking in a monotone had returned. Her cheeks were still flushed from arousal, while her breathing was ragged. "Unfortunate, but we'll have to deal with the guards." The android said, thanking Valentija as she was released. Eve looks for her blade, unsure if it was brought in the room. "Perhaps... using him as a hostage?" She points at the unconscious Marquiss.
Luckily, she spots the sword beside the bed, and Valentija doesn't comment on the way she's speaking. "I think so. He pays their wages, after all. If he dies, they have nothing." There's a knock on the door. "Sir! Is everything alright with the prisoner?"
Spotting her sword, "Then please, take him with us." Eve said as she grabs her sword, unsheathing it as the guard knocked. And as he asked his question, the android waits for Valentija to drag the man up. With his scrawny build, she should be able to bring him. She thought to herself, before using her trusty blade and stabbing at the door, hoping to kill the merc and reduce their enemies.
Valentija nods, slipping her hands beneath the nude man's underarms and pulling him up. The blade slices through the crack in the door, and Eve feels the satisfying clash of it hitting something, before cutting its way through, and as the door opens, she sees that she's stabbed a merc through the face. "The prisoner's escaped!" Down the corridor, by the stairs leading to the deck, a merc shouts.
Eve nods as the merc collapses, followed by the sound of another screaming to alert the others. "Let's go." She leads Valentija out the room, sheathing her blade as it was too long for such a tight corridor. The android picks up the dead mercs blaster, and stun baton instead. Slowly, they make their way up the barge. Making sure the mercs know that they had Valdoon hostage.
At the foot of the stairs, Valdoon between her and the light, Eve sees several mercenaries above, blasters pointed at her. "Let him go!" The leader demands.
"Lay down your weapons. Or else the person paying you, and protecting you from the law dies." Eve replied instead, letting the mercs remember just how important Valdoon was. And how once he dies, they'd be held accountable for their actions.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 75 (Pass) The mercenaries lower their blasters, though they don't drop them, holding them by their hip.
"I said drop them, along with your batons." Eve said, pointing her stolen blaster on Valdoon's face. She motions for Valentija to follow, hoping to make sure the mercs were all on one side to avoid being surrounded.
Isabia block strike from behind her torso and punch Heart in the neck, what she blocked. Damit, this girl is as good as herself, it was a pure luck who is going to win. Isabia realized that her opponent is already wounded in the neck and Bossk run away, which mean the longer fight could be only beneficial for Mandalorian. "Surrender now Heart. It is your only chance to survive what guild send for you. *Isabia said, more to distraction Heart than to convince her, as she attack to immobilizai her oponent. Since both of them were dressed in armor, Isabia have to try choke her opponent.
"Said the slut..." Tow said as she started moving the rod slowly. "You seem to be enjoying it." Tow grabbed the woman's lekku and pulled, impalling her more. "Why don't you start moving more enthusiastically... or~" Tow switched the device, turning the rod on, and putting her finger on teas button. "I could just rock your word by teasing you with the rod still inside you~"
Spoiler: Persuasion Rolls D100: 99 (Crit) (ffs...) Fearing the death of the paycheck, the men drop their weapons, kicking them away to the far side of the room, and raising their hands. Spoiler: Deception Roll D100: Isabia: 3 (Crit Fail) (Wtf...) Narrowing her eyes, Heart springs forward in a reckless attack. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 8+10 (Skill) (WTF) Heart: 46 Melee Damage: 28-10 (Armor) Isabia HP: 100-18=82 The woman springs forward into Isabia, metal screaming against metal as their armor clashes, before Isabia feels her feet leave the ground. She's lifted into the air, before being thrown down painfully. Taking her chance, Heart fires up her jet pack, and takes off in the direction of Garata's palace. "Enough of this." Ny'yari shoves Tow away, removing the baton from her womanhood and tossing it away. "I'm in charge, here." She closes in, pressing herself against the other twi'lek and dragging her down to the bed.
(Sweet.) "Good choice." Eve nods, as she looks around. "You two." She calls out to the twi'lek slaves. "Please cuff their hands behind their backs." She said, as she motions Valentija to search Valdoon for the keys to their chains.
