Luckily, there are no more surprises, as the ship drops out of hyperspace. As Eve looks at the gas giant and small verdant moon, she hears the comms crackle to life. "Unidentified ship, this is the Yavin Academy. Please identify yourself, over." A pleasant voice comes through the speakers.
"This is the Veetoo, piloted by the bounty hunters Eve, and Valentija. We have come to drop off a certain Padawan." Eve replied, as she lets her partner pilot the ship, keeping Wreen close by in case he wakes up before the exchange happens.
"I see. Veetoo, you are cleared to land outside the Great Temple grounds. A knight will be there to meet you and confirm the authenticity of your mark." Coordinates appear on screen.
Eve lets Valentija do her thing, and land on the designated location. While she drags Wreen's unconscious body with her, ready to meet with the knight once they landed.
Heading out into the jungle area of Yavin IV, they're met under the shadow of the great pyramid by a woman with lightsabers at her hip. "Wreen, Wreen, Wreen... Always so rash and boastful... And stupid." She sighs, as she sees the young man, who's beginning to regain consciousness. Without going through any biometric scans, she hands over a bag filled with credit chits. "You've done well, capturing him. Our knights have been looking, but with the war ongoing, our strength has been diverted. I wasn't sure a non-Jedi would be up to the task." (+40,000 Credits)
"Thank you." Eve nods as they made their exchange, taking note of this war they were waging. "Yes, he was troublesome, and we've encountered some troops of the empire as well. But nothing we can't handle." She said in a confident tone, "Right, well, good luck disciplining him. I shall take my leave." The android added as she turns around, returning to the Veetoo unless the knight had something to say. If not, Eve and Valentija take the chance to look for a dockyard nearby to make repairs for their ship. If there were none, they set course for Coruscant.
Tow yelped as she fell on her back. She gasped as she felt Ny'yari fingers inside her. "I guess I will have to accept that answer..." for now. After the duo captured the MILF, they would revisit the subject. "Now, since you started, be a good slave and continue thrusting~" She said as she enjoyed the feeling of fingers penetrating her.
(Let's take it already to after sex) Isabia finished her shower and get cleaned her armor, what was necesery after battle. She feel refresh and ready to action. Now, she have to check their reward and getting ready to move out.
"Until next we meet." The Jedi nods. Back on Coruscant, the besalisk shipwright who bought Eve's old ship in exchange for a naughty discount, examines the Veetoo. "Hmm... She's pretty badly beaten. It'll take a day at least to repair - and a fair sum." ------ "As you wish." Ny'yari smiles, her fingers fucking Tow's pussy with gusto, reaching deep inside to find and assault her g-spot. ----- Back at the ship, the Mandalorian finds a bag, containing an ingot of beskar that she can bring to a forgemaster to be crafted into a piece of armor, along with 15,000 credits. In the hold, too, she sees that the Basilisk droid is back in its place. (+15,000 Credits, +1 Beskar, +1 Basilisk War Droid) The Jedi and his protocol droid are waiting for her. The Jawa says something very fast, and the droid translates. "My master says that he must stay here to ensure that the transition goes peacefully, so when you leave this world, we will be parting way. He honors your skill as a warrior, and says he looks forward to fighting by your side again. As agreed, the droid is yours - my master hopes you'll use it well."
After reporting of the mission's success, and paying Garindan his share. Eve sighed as she heard about their ship's current state. "Alright, see to it that she'll be as good as new... and if you find it in yourself to... give me a discount, I'll be sure to pay you back some other way." She smirks, giving the shipwright a sultry smile, while activating her pheromones. Strange as it may be, Eve felt a lot more comfortable using her charms.
Isabia nod her head to Jawa in respect. " So it is farewell. I admit that fighting alongside with Jedi was unique experience and I would like to repeat that in the future. I wish you good luck with keeping peace on this planet. "She said and go to forgemaster to make of her beskar new gauntlet and add to it flame launcher. Also, she have to buy new rockets to her launcher after she used most of them on the mission. " Well, I hope Vetrik has much fun with the duchess. " She said to hersellf.
"Ahm~" Tow moaned with pleasure, as her body shuddered, her breasts bounced, with each trust of fellow Twi'lek. She bucked her hips, as the pleasure spread over her body. She moaned, coiled, arched... It did not take log time, before climax washed over her. "Yhm!" She arched, pushing her chest up, as her juices squirted, covering the floor.
(-4000 Credits, +1 Beskar Gauntlet, +4 Wrist Rockets, +Flamer) Back on Coruscant, Isabia hears the clanging of Mandalorian iron on Mandalorian iron, as the elderly forgemaster works her craft, beating a rough piece of beskar into a perfectly round cylinder shaped to fit Isabia's forearm, the electronics within linking to her helmet so that her newly installed flamer can be used with ease. "Here..." The woman finally presents the finished item, still hot from the forge. "One piece closer to a full suit of Beskar. Now, you need only find enough for breastplate and greaves." The heat singes Isabia's forearm as she swaps her old, broken armor for the shiny new piece. Holding it up to her helmet's auditory receptor, she can hear the slight sloshing sound of flamer fuel, the tank full. On her other hand, she feels the weight of four new wrist rockets. "Oh, before you go..." The old woman adds. "I heard a rumour. Apparently Clan Wreav are up in arms - someone killed the clan heir. I don't know who did it, but whoever it was should be wary - they'll be receiving visits from bounty hunters and Wreav clan warriors alike, if they're not careful." Isabia remembers the Wreav heir, the man she killed for her last piece of Beskar.
Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 13+10 (Pheromones)=23 (Fail) "Sorry, kid." The Besalisk's two cocks stir slightly beneath his pants, but the alien seems resolute. "I'd love to, but times are pretty tough right now." He shakes his head. "I'd say 5000 credits will do it, though."
Ny'yari takes her time, the Twi'lek's skilled tongue running up and down Tow's sensitive folds, lapping up every drop remaining on her. "Enjoy, mistress?" She chuckles, leaning up to plant a lewd kiss on Tow's lips, the bounty hunter tasting herself as their tongues begin to wrestle for dominance. Finally, Ny'yari pulls away, groping Tow's breast one final time before searching for her clothes.
"That is... unfortunate, but very well." Eve nods, paying the man to get the job done. After that, she turns to Valentija. "So, with our ship currently out of comission, I say we've earned a bit of some time off?" The android grins, leading her partner back to the build to report their success of bringing in a padawan.
Isabia smile to herself, as her new part of armor come to place. She feeling it won't take her long time before she will managed to get all parts of her armor. "Clan Wreav heir? Intresting I must said. Thank you for the rumor." Isabia was glad that helmet cover her face as she leave shop. So this guy was heir to the clan? Well, that doesn't sounds good, for her as she carry her trophy of wibroblade of Wreav. The wises action what she should do, it to get ride of this weapon, but Isabia couldn't let her pride to abound the weapon. She decide to go buy for herself and for Vetrik Low Impact Frag Grenades and Cryo Grenades as well. Rockets launcher are fine, but it would be better if they have something more to use in fight. Also, mandolorian go to hangar and but few upgrades for her ship. Proton Torpedo Tubes should be suit for her taste and Ion Cannons should be usefull for her too. "Alright, I think it is enought shopping for me, let's see what Vetrik doing right now and what bounty we could take right now. Maybe it is time to take a look at Hutts offer?" She said to herself.
(-5000 Credits) The Besalisk, to his credit, seems to try and have his men hurry, ordering them to get tools and examine the Veetoo. "Absolutely." Valentija grins, tapping her glass against her partner's, as the two of them sit at the bar of the guild hall. Around them, Eve hears some talk about their success - after all, every great bounty hunter has a lightsaber in their trophy collection, metaphorically or otherwise. Still, when she looks at the other bounty hunters taking peeks at her, she hears hushed references to herself as the hunter who sold her virginity at auction. (+1 Celebrity)
"Well, that was nice... one of these days, I will make you accept me as superior~" She chuckled as she kissed the woman. As the two put on their clothes, they prepared for landing, and meeting with their employer, to get the details for the job.
"Hmm, these rumors are... too accurate." Eve mumbled, unable to believe that word of her selling her virginity would spread. Specially with how how profile the people in the auction were. But, as she recalled the auction, remembering her night with Valdoon. Eve recalls her promise to meet him. "Right, well, with our ship out for a few days. What do you plan on doing?" She asked Valentija, wondering what the blond will be up to
