(No worries.) As Valentija tried to find a flanking position, Eve decides to call out to Wreen, doubting that she'd find another way to follow him through the massive wall of ice. "I'd like to have a word with you, Wreen." The android makes herself known, stepping out of her cover as she called out to the ex-padawan.
"Sorry, none - or at least they're not accessible from this terminal." Vetrik shakes his head, before replacing the covering of the terminal and pocketing his data spike. "Alright - here we go." He presses a large green button. Groaning, the old metal doors begin to slide open. Automatically, Isabia's visor dims as the room is flooded with sunlight, and through her armor she can feel the warmth of a pleasant afternoon. Looking around, she sees a vast field - exactly like the one outside. The Jawa walks forward into the sunlight excitedly, a gentle breeze blowing his robes, while Vetrik shades his face with a hand - his eyes not yet adjusted to the glare. Isabia's taken aback for a few moments, not comprehending how this outdoor space can be in the bowels of the palace - a palace she can see on the horizon. Then, it hits her. There's a slight shimmer to the people walking around, and a distinct lack of reaction to her presence, which tells her what this is: An immense hologram, with sensory imputs so realistic that it seems like she's really there. Walking forward, exploring, Isabia spots a stone bench under the shade of an olive tree, and sees there two figures. One is a muscular and scarred man - probably a soldier, though it's hard to tell, since he's naked. And the other, face nestled between his legs, is the countess of Serenno. Neither of them see Isabia - both are too wrapped up in what they're doing, though if they spot Isabia, the Mandalorian guesses that they'll realise she's not part of the simulation.
Spoiler: Stealth Rolls D100: Eve: 1 (Lol) Valentija: 52 "Is that so?" Wreen says amiably, not turning around. "Sorry for spoiling your surprise - I sensed you already." From the side of the room, there's a sound as some rocks fall, and Wreen looks in that direction. From his expression, Eve guages that the young man doesn't know that Valentija is crawling around over there, taking cover behind fallen statues and masonry - but he suspects it.
Isabia look at Jawa and nod to him. There is wasn't something what she would expect in place like that. "It look like your information wasn't perfect, Countess didn't look like it holding there against her will. But it is you who pay us, so I don't mind." She said and get shoot stunning waves in the naked Men.
(Lols, luckily she wasn't really trying to hide... must be his jedi senses tingling that there's a horny android nearby.) "I see..." Eve mumbled as she stepped out of cover, "Well, on to the point. I trust you know that I'm a bounty hunter?" She asked, hoping to snatch his attention away from looking for Valentija. "And from that, I think you can figure that I was hired to bring you in... alive." The android added, grabbing a set of cuffs from her belt, opening up her winter gear as she shows it to him. Which in turn allows the young padawan to see her large breasts, and how her nipples were straining against the fabric of her dress.
The Jawa shrugs, seemingly not perturbed by the display, as Vetrik goes bright red, and a bulge appears in his pants. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 56+15 (Skill) The blue ring flies forth from her Bryar pistol, and the muscular man seizes up, before collapsing. The countess dodges his collapsing body, quickly getting to her feet and turning to face Isabia. Her eyes dart to a pistol on the bench, probably the man's. "Who are you?" She calls out.
The young man's eyes go wide as he sees her, hormones aflutter. "Wow... I'm honestly wishing you belonged to a different profession." He smiles. "That's nice, but I have no intention of going anywhere with a bounty hunter. Though I might go somewhere with you." Wreen begins to rub his fingers together, and suddenly Eve feels her erect nipples moving under the leotard, dress and coat, phantom fingers rubbing and squeezing them - not as skillfully as Morella, but still rather potent. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: Wreen: 89 Eve: 54 Willpower Damage: 35 Eve's Willpower: 100-35=65 Eve feels herself bite her lip, assaulted by pleasure.
Isabia look at Countess, seeking for marks of brainwashing or hippnose. "For first, I recommend to you leaving that blaster where it is. Secend, this guy represents New Republic and he hired us to rescue you based on rumors that you been kidnapped. Which now I began to doubt, but it is not my business." She said, didn't mention that Jawa is Jedi.
"I figured as much." Eve sighed, placing the handcuffs back to her belt, as she planned on engaging him in combat. Until, she felt it. Those same invisible hands Morella used on her, albeit a lot less skillful. "Mmh... aahn." The android moans, shuddering as her sensitive nipples were toyed with. "This... mmh, stop, before I get angry!" Eve whimpered, once again acting defiant to ensure he didn't start looking for Valentija. But despite that, she could feel her juices start to stain the fabric of her leotard.
"I see." The woman raises an eyebrow, as she gazes upon the motley crew, before leaving the gun alone and dressing, at least partially. "I'm not here of my own volition, I'm afraid to say. This place was built by Count Dooku as a shelter, in case the Clone Wars resulted in a bombing of this planet, but it doubles rather well as a prison. I've been locked in here for weeks." She looks toward the unconscious man. "I was doing a rather good job of swaying my guards to my side, before you showed up."
Isabia rise eyebrown. "Oh? So you will be relieved that we managed to get here without killing anyone of your guards, well expect for droids." She said and look at Countess, moving closer to her. "By the way, my name is Isabia. I assume that you know your palace. Do you wish to escape or maybe add something and we will take care of your Baron?"
"Angry? You don't seem angry." Wreen smirks, moving his fingers and prompting another unseen hand, squeezing the soft cheeks of her ass, and yet another, sliding between her legs. "I'm not going back. I'm done listening to Master Luke's talk about using my powers only to help people. From now on, I'm using them to take whatever I want - and I've just found something I want." Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Wreen: 79 Eve: 63 Willpower Damage: 16 Eve's Willpower: 65-16=49 Eve feels her knees go weak, as the front of her leotard grows wetter. The cold is helping fend off her lust, somewhat, but that reprieve won't help her for long. Behind Wreen, she spots a streak of blonde hair, and sees Valentija looking at her, eye raised questioningly as she seeks to know what Eve wants to do.
"That's good to know." The countess smiles as she hears that her men weren't killed, and it seems like truly genuine relief. "I won't run away. I've failed my people by trusting the Baron and letting him capture me - I won't fail them again by fleeing." She raises a hand to her chin in thought. "It will be dangerous, though - he'll be well guarded, and he's an accomplished warrior himself."
"Haah, haah!" Eve lets out more erotic gasps, as Wreen continued to use the Force to tease her. "I-is that... so?" She shuddered, feeling her knees quiver as her asscheeks, and slit was rubbed by the invisible hands. "You just... can't see it yet." She replied, as she spots Valentija had taken position. "Mmmh. So this is how you, ooh, take what you want?" Eve asked, moaning as she did. "How... childish." She taunts him, "If this is all you can do, ooh, maybe it was right for Luke to throw you away." She taunts him into using more of his power, hoping Valentija will take that chance to use her sonic pistol to distrupt him.
{No problem } Tow also stripped, and lay on the bed. "Simple, we walk away." She said silently with her hand travelling over her fellow's breast. "Nothing strange about that - they know we are here... as for baggage" She nodded in the direction of Zoom's luggage with clothes. After tempting it, would be big enough for the blond to fit in.
Isabia nod for that in respect. "Alright, so I guess this one is already on your side. Do you know how to handle blaster?" She asked and think for the plan. "Some of your men could be convinced that you are alive and join you, but Baron's rise their pay, so many would follow them. Droids are problem... Do you know where is control panel of all droids? And where we could find Baron?"
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 38+10 (Minor Failure) "Hmph, this is just the beginning." Wreen continues to toy with her body with her power, unaffected by the taunting. "This? This is just a taste. I'll wait until we're somewhere a little warmer before I take you." Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Wreen: 3 (Crit Fail) Eve: 12 Willpower Damage: -9 Eve's Willpower: 49+9=58 For a moment, though, the youth's concentration slips, and Eve feels a moment to catch her breath, away from the constant stimulation. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Valentija: 23+10 (Skill) Wreen: 39+0 (Z-311 Sonic Pistol) Damage: 6 Valentija HP: 94 The standoff is interrupted by a loud, bassy noise, as Valentija raises her weapon and fires, the air shimmering as a sonic wave screams forth, rippling the snow beneath it. Wreen turns and narrowly dodges, landing in the snow, as he reaches for a long metallic cylinder at his side. He clicks a button on it, but it sparks, and he drops it. "Poodoo!" He grunts, before drawing a pistol and returning fire at Valentija
Ny'yari inhales softly at Tow's touch, caressing her partner's round ass - but not too much. Soon after, the door slides open, and Zoom exits, wiping herself dry with a towel as she gazes at the bounty hunters. "Damn..." She groans. "I don't normally go with other girls, but you two... I've heard a lot about Twi'lek women and their...skills. Care to prove it?" The blonde struts toward the bed.
"Haaah." Eve lets out a relieved sigh as the teasing stops, the cold temperature helping with cooling down her growing lust. And as Valentija takes action, the android was surprised to find Wreen's weapon, probably his lightsaber, fizzle out. I see, so that's why he's looking for another weapon. Eve thought to herself, as she makes her move. She uses her enhanced physical abilities to rush toward him, not bothering to use her sword as she didn't want to injure too severely. The android lunges toward him, aiming to engage in a melee to knock him out
"I can shoot, but I've no combat experience." She admits without shame. "Indeed. I think most of my men are loyal, but if enough of them are with the Baron, the loyal ones might hesitate. There's a command room on the main level - where the droids can be deactivated, though there'll be soldiers there. As for the baron, there's two places I can think of, depending on his current mood: My throne room, which he's usurped. Or the dungeon, where he satiates his...appetites. He's brought me down there more than once, so I know the way."
