"A shame they had to interfere. This was going to be so fun." Wreen presses the button of his lightsaber, and instead of sparking out, a blade of white and blue ignites from the hilt, humming softly. "Hopefully the freighter ran." The youth thinks to himself. "In the meantime, I can use your ship to escape."
"Yes, it is indeed." Eve replied as she draws her blade the moment his lightsaber activated. "And I hate to inform you, but the only way you're getting on our ship is with cuffs on." She said, motioning for Valentija to find a vantage point. And with his blade activated, Eve decides to save her grenades for later. "Now, why don't you come with us... peacefully, and maybe you'll get to enjoy your trip back home?" She asked with a smirk, as she holds onto her blade with both hands.
Valentija quietly sidesteps, looking for somewhere to set up her rifle, as Wreen grins, twirling his saber. "I love your optimism." He leans forward, like he's about to leap, but at the last minute raises his free hand. Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Wreen: 63 Eve: 46 Willpower Damage: 17 Eve's Willpower: 46-17= 29 Eve feels herself groaning, her soreness from the sonic blast retreating in the face of a new burst of pleasure. "How can you beat me when your body wants me to win?" Wreen chuckles. Behind her, Eve's strained senses hear the sound of blasting, though nothing that's had results, yet.
"Screaw it, just turn it back to killing mode! And disperse yourself, and hurry up we have more droids to destroy. Droideka. Shoot when you see it. " She shout and lead men forward.
"Mmmh, nnnnh!" Eve's eyes widened as the pain was washed away by a sudden burst of pleasure. "Nnh, is... that right?" She groned, trying to keep herself from moaning. Despite the feeling of her juices running down her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings. "Mmh, if you won't attack, then I will!" The android rushes toward him, vibroblade held by her side, as she aims to give a sideways slash.
The door to the next room, which curves upwards towards the command room, opens, and a droideka rolls in. It stops, righting itself, and a blue orb surrounds it - a shield. A loud whine sounds, as it begins to open fire.
Isabia cursed and scream command. "Take cower and shoot that!" She charged longer her blaster for larger power and then shoot, as she tried to circle around Droideka to separate droid attention from the one target.
The young man sacrifices any hope at offense, merely using his saber to parry, as he tries to assault Eve with his powers. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Eve: 87+20 (Crit) Wreen: 77+10 (Jedi) Blade Damage: 20+10 (Crit) Wreen HP: 49-30=19 Blade clashes against lightsaber again and again, at speeds beyond what a regular person would be capable of, but Eve manages to score a powerful blow. Her slash batted away by a parry, she pivots, slamming the hilt into the Jedi's head, and cutting his chest. "Hmph..." He wipes some blood onto a finger, before regaining his stance. Spoiler: Valentija Combat Roll D100: Valentija: 6 Wreen: 8 Valentija fires the sonic blaster again, but Wreen just barely manages to dodge it. Outside, the bangs grow louder, as someone tries to intrude.
Isabia's group duck into cover, but before they can open fire, the rear door opens behind them, and B1 droids begin marching into the room, side to side in perfect ranks. A firefight begins - the guardsmen's skill against the droid's numbers, leaving Isabia to deal with the Droideka alone. On its needle like legs, the destroyer droid shifts its position, bringing its blaster arms up to aim at Isabia.
"Mmh, nnh." Eve tries to hold back her growing urges, despite her legs quivering. "As you can see, I'm more than a match for you." She taunts him, "Now, why don't you be obedient, and surrender. Before our other guest interrupts us again." She called out, as she controls her breathing. Waiting to hear his reply, with her weapon still prepared to parry his blows.
Tow greedily swallows woman's juices. Zoom was an appropriate name - she was fast to cum. At her question, she glances at Ny'yari and both giggled. "No, we just had an appropriate training in pleasure." She said as she gave Zoom labia a long lick. Honestly, the way Zoom was talking, was raising alarms in her mind. Did the woman plan something when she was in the shower? She used her lekku to discreetly convey her suspicions to her fellow Twi'lek. She ordered her to discreetly get the blaster and be ready. "How are we to become your favourite fans?" Tow asked as she started lapping the woman's snatch again, with intention to knock her out with pleasure.
Behind them, there's another boom, and the sound of ice beginning to crack. "Look..." Wreen sighs. "You keep this up, and I'll be forced to fight properly - and if we both kill each other, neither of us will be able to stand against the people coming through that wall." He looks left and right, before grunting. "I've got credits left after my last score. Why don't you forget about my bounty, let me get out of here with you on your ship, and I'll give you a share of my loot? I guarantee you, what's coming through that wall won't be an easy fight."
Spoiler: Droid's Combat Roll D100: 46 As Isabia holds down the trigger of her weapon, hearing the whine of energy charging, the droid takes the opportunity to take a free shot at the Mandalorian. Luckily, it goes for a headshot, and the blaster bolts bounce off of her beskar helmet. Spoiler: Isabia's Attack Roll D100: Eve: 91 (Crit) Droideka: 48 Blaster Damage: 43+10 (Crit)+10 (Bryar Charge LV1)=63 Droideka Shield Strength: 37 Letting the trigger go, the Bryar pistol screams, sending forth a powerful shot that slams against the droid's shield. The shield holds, but ripples and sparks, revealing that it's not doing well.
Ny'yari nods, but Tow's suspicions prove unfounded. Willingly, enthusiastically letting the Twi'leks touch her however they want, it doesn't take long before Zoom's eyes close, shaken by an eventful day, and multiple orgasms, her chest rising and falling in a steady rythm that lets Tow know that she's not faking being unconscious.
Isabia's head shake from the blaster, but beskar helmet protect her well. Isabia again hold trigger longer of her Bryar pistol, hidding herself behind column. Then, she move out and shout to droideka again.
"Tsk." Eve clicks her tongue, knowing that even if she faught, and won against Wreen. They'd still need to deal with his pursuer. "That's a promising offer." The android replied, "But I cannot condone your actions if I let you go. So again, you either come back with us peacefully, or we'll fight, then I'll deal with whoever is chasing after you." She added, as she prepares to attack to let him know she means business.
After making sure it was not a trap, Tow and Ny'yaro put on their clothes. They stunned Zoom for good measure, cuffed her, gagged her and stuffed her into luggage... with the best formal dress she owned. The duo then left for their ship, with the bounty packed into luggage.
Spoiler: Droid Combat Rolls D100: 1: 23 2: 73 3: 3 Isabia's HP: 90 As Isabia ducks into cover, the droid continues to fire, blowing chunks of masonry off of the elegant pillar. Holding down the trigger, she takes aim, and as the Bryar's beam charges, she feels her head rocked back painfully as yet another bolt slams into her helmet. Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Isabia: 70+15 (Skill)=85 Droideka: 5 (Crit Fail) Blaster Damage: 80+20 (Bryar Charged Shot LV2)+10 (Crit Fail)=110 (Crit) Droideka HP: 0 As the droid readies another shot, Isabia lets the trigger go, and sees the handiwork of her new blaster. The yellow beam flies forth, slamming into the energy shield, the blue field fizzling and then breaking as the powerful shot rips through it. The Mandalorian isn't sure where exactly her shot landed - it's hard to tell, given that the droid immediately after makes a loud scream of energy, before exploding, pieces of its chassis flying across the room, with one of its spiked legs stabbing deep into the pillar Isabia's hiding behind. Looking backwards, the Mandalorian sees that her newly formed 'army' is pinned down in a gunfight with the droids. The guards are taking cover behind pillars, much like the Mandalorian who press ganged them into service, firing in enfilade into the ranks of B1s. Behind the guards, Vetrik takes lays down suppresive fire with his commando blaster, and the Jedi uses his lightsaber to block incoming shots, and the Force to send fallen masonry slamming into the robotic horde. Isabia catches a glimpse of the countess with a medkit in hand, ready to run to the assistance of anyone who gets shot. Droids fall one by one as they step into the hellstorm, but they keep on coming, rank after rank, and behind the B1s Isabia spots super battle droids entering the palace, trying to push their way to the front to get into the fight.
"We can discuss that later, okay?" Wreen grunts in irritation. "For now, what's it going to be? Do we fight, or team up?"
