"Sounds like fun." Valentija nods, glad for the change of subject. "If this is a pirate vessel, there's probably a few hidey holes somewhere to keep goods hidden during inspections. We have plenty of time." Sadly, Eve can't really think of anything in the ship that can help with her lust.
Isabia behind cover take aim on Wreav neck, taking her time to aim well. She want to kill him at the first shoot, and only neck in mandalorian armor is more weak.
"Indeed. That Ohnaka... though I doubt his reputation, he seemed crafty enough to do something like that." Eve nods, deciding to split up to search. Though rather than focus on the task at hand, she searches for things outside the ship to help soothe her. Maybe a brothel wasn't wise, but she figured there was somewhere to... sell herself.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 52+10 (Skill)+10 (Stealth)=72 Wreav: 68 Blaster Damage: 4 Wreav HP: 96 Pressing the trigger of her rifle, Isabia knows instantly that she's messed her shot up. Wreav's head flies forward as her bolt hits his helmet. "Who dares?" The Mandalorian turns and draws his two blaster pistols.
Tow chuckled as she slowed her movements. "Well, well~" She smiled as she traced along the woman's brand. "That explains a lot." She gave woman's breast a squeeze. The two of them were clearly made to be together. "I think you know how to ask for climax~" She as she purposely teased the woman, not allowing her to climax... yet.
"Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll get started on the more common areas smugglers use, and move to more uncommon places." Valentija says with confidence, betraying that she once used to do this professionally. With the blonde no longer paying attention to her, Eve ponders where she could go. Valentija mentioned cantinas as a place where girls dance and potentially do more for money. The android also considers simply wandering the streets to find someone to offer herself to - if she's willing to risk attracting the rougher sort, and the law. She also thinks that there are several crime lieutenants and captains in the area - corrupt people like that would be the sort to do corrupt things. Lastly, she remembers that Ohnaka himself offered her a club job on Nar Shaddaa.
In that moment Isabia regret that she didn't buy any granates, it would be usefull for her to use them now. But he didn't spot her yet, so maybe she still have a chance. "Vetrik, inform me when he leave the bridge." She made call to her companion and slowly retreat in corridoor, hidding behind corner. Once Vetrik inform her Wreav follow her, she will give her shoot again.
Idly searching the ship at a different area than Valentija. But as she pondered her choices, Breaking the just to relieve myself if... out of the question. As for corrupt people... maybe I could. She gulped, Perhaps I could use this chance as reconnaissance... survey those that I should cleanse in the planet. She thought to herself, feeling her lust grow even more.
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 42 "I'll try, but this scanner isn't really precise." Vetrik says, as Isabia hides herself beside a beam. As she leaps out to engage Wreav, though, she sees that he was waiting for her - blasters raised. "He should be on your position any second now." Vetrik adds unhelpfully. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 67+10 (Skill) Wreav: 2 (Crit Fail) Blaster Damage: 75+10 (Crit Fail)=85 Wreav's HP: 11 Isabia instinctively raises her beskar gauntlet in front of her throat, blocking a flurry of blaster shots aimed there. Aiming carefully, she opens fire, hitting his breastplate and forcing him back a few steps, before lowering her rifle and firing at his knee. If Wreav was wearing beskar, his kneepad would likely have survived, but his armor is made of something far cheaper, so Isabia sees her blaster bolt melt through the metal, and the flesh beneath. Wreav screams, before taking cover behind a statue. "Y-You... You're gonna pay for that! I'm gonna take that beskar gauntlet of yours and shove it up your-" He grunts in pain as he put some weight on his leg.
Tow smiled. "Good slave~" She whispered into her ear, then started moving, quickly bringing woman to climax... But she did not stop there. She continued fucking the woman as she climaxed, bringing her to another height of pleasure, then another peak, then another orgasm... making it so the woman felt is a one long orgasm. The room filled with sound of flesh slapping, smell of sex... The session continued for hours, before Tow finally stopped. With tired Ny'yari on the bed.
Distracted, Eve doesn't find much of anything, but as she thinks about her 'problem', she realises that due to the power of Coruscant's crime organisations, it wouldn't be hard to find the headquarters of some corrupt gangster or other. On Nar Shaddaa, it'd be even easier, since there's no law there, and the criminals act in public.
Sweating and tired, Ny'yari pants. "That was... Hmmm..." She groans. "Been a while since I was with another Twi'lek."
Isabia heavy breath and peek behind her cover. His insult dry of her, as she ignored them. Now, she can't lose her focus. Wreav is still dangrous to her, but maybe she could provoke him again. "Oh yes? Come and get it, if you are a men. Or maybe you are scared of woman?" She pushed him, to do something foolish and shoot him again.
"N-no... I should rethink... for now... just some place to sell my..." Eve mumbled, though she wanted to take down the criminal organizations, she'd need to at least gain something in exchange for her virginity, which strangely meant a lot.
"And put you through your paces?" Tow asked as she slapped woman's ass. Slap! A hand left a red mark on woman's ass. Tow leaned forward and captured woman's lips. She knew exactly - the former slaves had those itches that needed scratching... "We can repeat it later." She said as she started got up and put on her clothes, and took her blasters. "Come on - we have a client to speak to." She said as she waited fo the woman to prepare - then the two made their way to the place of meeting.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 49+10 (Skill)=59 Wreav: 79 Rocket Damage: 20-10 (Beskar)=10 Isabia HP: 90 Before Isabia can aim again, she sees a wrist rocket fly past her, impacting the wall behind her with a loud boom. The shockwave leads to her smacking her head against the wall, though her helmet dampens the blow. All the while, Wreav presses his guns around the statue and opens fire suppressively.
Besides the cantinas and the streets, the only other places she can think of to sate her needs are the brothels - one of which she already knows the name of: Madame Vosh'kek's Flesh Emporium, from a bounty they posted on the board.
Isabia hold her head as she get hit shock wave of wrist rocket. Damit, she spare too much money to get beskar, when other tools could help her here and now. Sleepin darts wont't help her now... but what about rope with hook?! She shoot her rope hook, to wrap Wreav around staute and shoot him again with her blaster.
Thinking about her only option, Eve decides to take it. Perhaps they'll accept a one time 'partnership.' Though, she decides to inform Valentija of her decision. And with her choice clear, she focuses on searching the ship properly.
