@Regin34 Hutt Space, Tsyk System, uncharted asteroid. “T-2!” The pilot screamed as the engines roared. The lights flickered, changing into dim red. Everyone sat in silence, waiting. No one said anything. ! The ship shook and lights flickered. Ahina realised a blaster hit the shields. “They detected us! We are coming in hot!” The pilot screamed through the speakers. “Get ready.” The calm voice of the leader came to her ears. She along with others got up and prepared her weapons. The ship started shaking more – the pirate's AA fire was surprisingly accurate. The next few moments were filled with waiting – the Mandalorians could not do anything as they were approaching the pirate base – everything was in the hands of the pilot... who was not her. ! The ship shook as the blaster fire penetrated the shield and burned the armour. The Cathar Mandalorian grabbed the handrail as she swayed on her legs. She tensed as she realised this would be a close one. “Breaking in!” Cara screamed as the shuttle shook when its blasters started firing. A moment later the shuttle shook, and a terrible screech could be heard inside. A moment later the ramp opened, showing of inside of the hangar of the asteroid and pirates firing at the ship. The Mandalorians advanced outside, firing and finding cover behind the crates. The battle against the pirates began.
Ahina breathing slowly, claming down her heart beating, to be focus and ready for combat. For the last time she checked her blasters, move her prosthesis leg to make sure everything was in order. She take a look at her clan members, all ready to fight, all of them with helmets on their faces. Ahina doesn't see their eyes, but she know each one of them, her brothers and sisters, eache one of them trust her and she trust them with her own life. She just nod to them, ready for action. When ramp finaly open, Ahina advanced outside among warriors, firing from her two blasters and finding cover behind crates.
This is such a tense and action-packed scene. Love the Mandalorian vibe and the chaos of the pirate battle. Feels like I’m right there in the hangar with them. Great job!
@asddas193 Brema sector, Bortras The Imperial Lambda shuttle took off from the hangar of Venator II-class Star Destroyer, flying over the city. Moments later, two TIE fighters, screaming, joined the shuttle, flanking it. The ship flew over the city, passing the tall buildings with Imperial flags, waving in the wind. Soon, the shuttle reached a large building—the wings of Lambda started flooding—before it landed, the two TIEs flew away. The ramp opened, and Ina Votilik walked out, her stormtrooper bodyguards following her. As she walked out, she noticed two rows of stormtroopers, standing attention, and in front of them an officer. “Governor!” Yara Stavik stood attention. “We were not expecting you for another couple of days.” She stated with some worry. No wonder, the travel to the Sector capital to meet with Moff should have taken more time, but unfortunately, the Moff was.... unavailable at the time. As in not in a system. It was chaos. Ina decided to return to her system, instead of waiting, not sure how much, before the governor returned or someone took charge.
Ina walks down from her ship, wearing a sensual dress crafted within her own planet. The fabric clung to her large breasts, and curvy body, while leaving her back exposed. "Good day." She smiles trying to recall if she's met Yara before, or if the woman was a new recruit. "Yes, we saved quite a bit of time since we had no need to avoid raiders." She says in a rather confident tone, implying the routes near her planet was as safe as can be. But as the Moff was unavailable. "That is... unfortunate. Very well. Please inform the Moff of my visit, and to send me a message when he's able to meet." Ina says with a smile, turning around to return to her ship, and head back to her planet. I'm sure things are going well. But Leaving Bid in charge is... She shudders, shaking her head as thinks of the perverted Rodian who she has found herself indebted to thanks to his massive efforts during her election campaign. Of course, Ina was able to pay him back slowly. However, with his increasing demands, even threats of pulling out his support within her planet's growing economy. She couldn't risk losing his help, leaving her no choice but to accept the merchant's perverted advances. "Haahn." Once she was in her private room, Ina reads through the reports she received to try and get her mind off of Bid. Spoiler: Dress
@Thorn_ Inner Rim, Sistooine system, Telti moon The explosion rocked the building. Casey moved low, to avoid blaster bolts flying over her head. She stuck to the balcony's walls and looked over it - there was a bunch of imperials - a mix of imperial army tropers and stormtroopers. "For the Rebellion! For the Republi-!" The foolish las who started screaming and firing as she got from the cover wass quickly cut down next to Casey. Scout trooper snipers. A towering Wookie next to her roared. He raised a heavy repeating blaster and fired a long serries, cutting the sniper and several stormtroopers. He quickly hid behind the wall as several angry red blasters flew past him. "For the Empire!" Casey cursed - starting rebellion on this moon and taking it from imps was supposed to be easier. The imps showed themselves being stubborn. And now they were going on offensive? She glanced up and froze as in the sky, she saw a behemoth cutting the smoke and emerge from dust. An Imperial Star Destroyer! That means that the Imps had reinforcements of maybe even a Legion of stormtroopers! She cursed as the AT-ST walked out of the smoke and started firing at their positions.
Dammit She had been in tighter situations before, but she couldn’t name many. But her habit of not staying dead was something she wanted to keep going. But now they were in a difficult spot. Her preferred tactics of space combat were limited and they didn’t have the numbers to deal with large resistance. But the options were limited. They’d overwhelm positions with their size and if she funnelled them into one place that would cut off their own retreat. Still, she absolutely could not afford to let them spread out. “Artirelly! Cover fire!” She relayed orders and coordinates on her coms as she signalled for her soldiers to fall back. They’d have to keep the stormtroopers from advancing so they could regroup. A full fire fight would be very difficult. “Wing Z on the lane!” She’d have her fighters come in to thin them out through quick hit and runs in ground troops. The point wasn’t to beat the troopers but mobilize an opening to withdraw. “All units! Pull back for evac!”
@youdontknowme87 Crack! Her body lurched forward as Electro Whip lashed her back. “AH, ah, Ahh, Ahhh~” She kept moaning as the dick penetrated her, ploughing her pussy. Crack! “Aghhh!” A scream escaped her. “Yhh!” She gasped as her lekku was grabbed and squeezed, while her pussy raavagged. Crack! Her breasts bounced as she arched. “A-Agghhh!” She groaned as her ass was impaled. Crack! “!” She inhaled sharply. “Ghuuhhuu!” She choked as she was on her knees, sucking. Crack! “Ah~” She arched gasping as she started cumming~ “Yhhhmmmm~” She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she reached her orgasm~ … Darth Gladius's eyes shot open and she sat on the bed, her naked body covered with sweat, the dream already forgotten. Spoiler: Darth Gladius Koros sector, Empress Teta The sheets slid down from her naked body as she walked up to the window and looked at Ecumenopolis. The speeders cut the sky as- ! She turned to the table, the Holoprojector was signalling an incoming call. One from Darth Espada.
@lady-lux Chorlian sector, Zygerria "And... There." Nami finished putting on a bacta patch, finishing the tending. The woman looked up at the 'doctor', grateful. "Thank you!" The Torguta female bowed her head, and got up. Her skimpy clothes left little to imagination and a collar around her neck was the obvious indication of her status. She left a few chips on the desk - probably was gathering it for weeks - but a few credits. She then ran out, as if afraid - which she probably was. Nami put her things into her bag and quickly left, moving around alleyways. She stopped as as she saw a couple of guard escorting three individuals - a female nd two males. Their clothes looked well, they looked healthily and their eyes... Unbroken. New acquisitions. They were probably taking the three to slave market. Nami observed for a moment, then continued on her way. Soon, she reached her ship - only to pause. The ramp was opened. She left it closed.
Standing at the bottom of the ramp, Nami stared up into what should be safety of her ship – now with a sense of growing dread. She pressed her hands to her breast to stop them from shaking, and to check for the hard outline of her holdout blaster, tucked into its hidden holster under her coat. A small thing, underpowered – mostly useful for waving in a street thug’s face to warn him off. She didn’t know what, or who, she might find on board. Perhaps it was nothing – a malfunction, or perhaps thieves who had already come and gone. Or it could be someone – more than one someone – who meant her harm. The uncertainty was all the more frightening, making her imagination run wild. But if she walked away, the Paraselene might not even be there when she got back, and she had nobody to turn to for help – nobody who she wouldn’t be putting in ever greater danger than herself. And maybe – just maybe, whoever was on board was someone who needed her help… Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly up the ramp, the sound of her heels clicking against the metal sounding even louder than the thumping of her own heart.
@Avatar Kyoshi Outer Rim Territories, Hutt Space, Nar Shaddaa The myriads of voices filled the casino as various clients tried their luck in different games that the Casino offered. The waitresses were walking around, offering drinks, skimpily clad dancers were dancing on platforms hovering over the ground. In the centre of the room, on a throne, sat the owner of the Casino, Darra Hutt, with several beautiful females surrounding him. His loud laughter could be heard around the chamber. The place was alive, pulsing with energy. Joachim Guenther sat by the table, the dealer sorting the cards for the Paazak. He lost a couple of hands and won a few. “Lucky night, Mr Guenther?” He turned to look at the hooded woman who at some point sat by the table. Only at this moment, he realised she was there. He got a feeling about her... dangerous. The Torguta woman placed a couple of chips. Only after a moment he realise – she called his real name.
@unisol_gr44 Coruscant Corusca Sector Core Worlds The Curich-class shuttle flew towards the planet. For a moment, there was suspense as the imperial shuttle approached the New Republic's space. Quora could see the garrison Navy from her point. “Request for the codes. Transmiting.” The droid informed in a dull voice. The Hand waited – she paid quite much for those codes and - “Accepted.” The pilot reported. The shuttle made its way to the surface. She looked at the familiar landscape. Once the beating heart of the Empire, the symbol of Peace and Order... now in the hands of the New Republic and the restored senate. The senate, with all of it's flaws. The republic was not even well re-established, and the creature already started eating itself. The shuttle landed in one of the civilian ports. Quora exited, leaving the droids behind as she made her way through familiar alleys. Soon, she found what she was looking for. A former COMPNOR office... abandoned and left to root... now, a bar with alcohol and prostitutes. And somewhere in the building, a secret compartment with a case of drugs... drugs Quora so desperately needed.
@Omega98 Outer Rim Territories, Prefsbelt sector, Yaga Minor The flags waved in the wind as the gathered crowds cheered the imperial soldiers marching in the parade. The New Republic might have taken gains, but the Empire stood strong at Yaga Minor. The fortress world had a strong Imperial sentiment. The Rebellion staged an uprising, but it was quickly crushed – the rebels were sent to labour camps, while leaders publically executed to the cheers of the crowd. Long Live the Empire~ Kateryn Ryder observed the march of stormtroopers – she could feel the vibrations of each step of the massive AT-AT. It was awe-inspiring. She turned from the balcony and walked up to her husband. He was sitting in the chair, deep in thought as the Pantorant servant served him a drink. He waved her off and the woman bowed, before leaving. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair. “Are you sure it's a good idea?” He asked. He was still sceptical about her suggestion, still unconvinced. But their company was already in a sorry state. They needed new markets... and their son could help them in this area... the problem was, he had contacts with the 'New Republic' and that was a hard pill for Daveed to swallow. Stubborn man.
Kateryn gave her husband a reassuring smile and straightened his collar for him. "About calling Alyn? Absolutely." she said with conviction. Even with her empathic senses dulled Kateryn could still feel her husband's anger, and disappointment with their eldest. She'd been beside herself with grief when Daveed had essentially disowned their son, so much so that she was within half-a-heartbeat of leaving her husband to join her son and the rebellion; only their daughter had kept her by Daveed's side. Now the prospect of a reconciliation was worth any price. "With the expansion of the 'rebels'-" she always made a point to refer to them as such in Daveed's presence. He felt calling them the 'New Republic' legitimized them and it made him irate when he heard the term "-we've lost a lot of our markets. We need to think outside the Empire if we're going to survive. " she soothed. "Besides," she added with a coy grin "empires are built on Commerce, Communication and Control. We bring more commerce to the Empire and they may just kick the rebels out of the core worlds yet. And then guess who gets the thanks for that?"
@Tjf Mid Rim, Daalang sector, Daalang It was loud. The music was so loud that Alyn Ryder could swear that the entire building shook... the music, the cheers, the singing of the band, the dance... but it was all an illusion. In reality, while loud, it was quiet enough to allow a conversation. Alan's last mission was a... mixed bag. He failed the target of extraction from the imperial facility but managed to get the New Republic's infiltrators. The Republic's command was not amused. But they managed to slip by and return to Republic's space to one of its words. And now... he had some deserved R&R. “Well, hello soldier~” He looked up from his drink and smiled at the sight of easy on eyes, Zeltron. Those folks had a reputation for being emphatic and fun loving... and quite open when it came to close encounters~
Joachim was rather Taken Back as The Women who suddenly appeared next to him. He Looks at The Card Dealer with a little Smile before turning His Attention to The Girl. Like in this Game He had to Play The right Cards Here. He nods slightly with a Smile and shrugs. "Oh Well we shall See how this Night will Play Out. You know My Name but im afraid we never Met before...am I that famous of a Doctor?"
Alyn smirks, enjoying the atmosphere of the bar, wondering if he's going to gamble or try to pick someone up. Seeing the Zeltron, though, he changes his mind, looking at her. "Hello there, yourself." He flashes her a charming grin.
Spoiler: Combat Ahina Blaster 4+9 (D20) vs DC 10 - success Pirate? Blaster 1 vs DC 10 - critical failure Ahina and the Mandalorians advanced forward, the blasters kept singing in her hands as she ran forward to the cover. Her fire hit a pirate in the chest as he was firing. Then, as the man fell, another pirate moved from his cover to fire at her, only to be hit square in the face by one of her blasters - she wasn't even aiming at him. She hid behind the crate as the pirates reorganized - they did have a home advantage. Then a string of blaster fire hit her crate, moving it a little. She could feel the heat. It took her a moment to realise - they had repeating blasters!
Yara was a young officer she had met before. She was the one who had met her before and greeted her on the planet, but Ina never paid her much attention. Not until now. "O-ofcourse, governor." The young imperial quickly bowed her head and left. As she entered the private room, her stormtroopers stopped by the door, flanking it and acting as guards, allowing her to work. The reports of the planet she ruled, Ord Simres, were old. But there were a few things that she could catch up with, to take her mind of the Bid. As she took stock of the situation, there were requests for a mining permit from a small company. Her planet had a few points of interest, but due to republic negligence, it was still mostly untapped. There was much place to develop the planet to her liking... if she played her cards right~ There was a knock on the door, interrupting her musings.
Spoiler: Tactics Rebel Tactics Ground 12 vs DC 10 - success Imperial 2+12 vs DC 10 - success On Casey's command, the mobile mortars opened fire, giving them so much-needed cover for her fighters to retreat. As she gave orders the Comms officer screamed to her. "Wing Z on the line!" As Casey took the comlink, she heard the leader of the wing speak. "Commander! The sky is full of new TIEs! We will not be able to hold here for long!" Before she could answer, she heard a scream coming from her side. "They are flanking us!" Casey froze. If they manage to flank them, they would cut of their way back to the ships!
