Unfortunately, the shaft ended before the armoury - a safety measure. Ahina dropped to the ground and slowly made her way further, to the armoury. She stopped as she saw the door - they were blasted, smeared with black marks... And there was a large hole in them... And she did not see anyone around, from her position.
"Hmm... As soon as you finish today's quota~" The merchant said, then gave a happy gasp. "Oh, look here~ another client." The heavy steps and oinking made it clear, that it was a Gamorrean that was approaching.
“I was naive”. Ahina thinks to herself. When come to civil war, everyone would go for as much weapons as they can carry. No surprise that for armoury been hardest fighting. “Maybe my armour will be there? Better for me not to wear Radia’s armour”. She said to herself as she slowly approached door, looking for traps and watchmen.
Quora examined the tags and rank insignia—Vadra Irbes, Captain. I wonder if going against protocol spelled her end? A pity in any case, The scorch mark and blood suggested a blaster shot to the chest. Executed? That was a common enough fate for Imperials in the early days of the New Republic's purge. Or perhaps betrayal from within? The galaxy was a messy place now. She pocketed the holo-recorder, she didn't know why—it was useless to her. Sentimentality is a weakness, Quora. Focus. The mission comes first. Always, she reminded herself, but her hand lingered on the device before securing it. Moving back to the access hatch, she finally pried it aside, ready for what may be behind it. Somewhere in this building was her salvation—or another dead end. She slipped through the opening, silent as a shadow, blade in hand.
"Quota? What, no!" Ina struggles against her bindings, causing her large breasts to jiggle as she fails to escape. Especially as she feels the presence of someone else behind her, "Stay away, do you know who I am!" She says, even as her pussy juices, and her earlier client's cum leaks out from her quivering lower lips.
Spoiler: Perception 2 Vs DC 10 failure Ahina slowly moved forward, step by step, closer to the gate. She carefully leaned forward to look inside. Click - sheew! She stumbled back as if burned. Something fell on the ground. As she glanced down, she cursed - a dart was rolling on the ground - it had been hiden where she touched with her hand... And she felt her hand pulsing. The dart definetly punched her glove and skin.
As she opened the hatch, a dim light fell from up. A rancid smell, a smell of waste, unwashed bodies and chemicals. Many chemicals. As she looked up, she realized that she was looking at the room the holo projector recorded - a bathroom. It wasn't renovated for a long time - the scrotch marks on the walls told the story... Or rather confirmed the story of holoprojector. As she looked around, she found the room empty from any activity. It was used now and then, she could tell. But right now - no one was here. There was a large mirror on the side, and closed stalls with toilets...
“Damit! Why I was so blind?!” Ahina cursed and pull out her glove to look at the small wound. It looked like bite by mosquito but she knew it will be soon only worse. Ahina doesn’t have any antidote so she do her best to slow down her blood pressure and begin sucking off wound and to spitting off the venom. “At least it hit in the hand. I don’t want to know what I would do if it hit in the back or ass.” She thinks to herself.
"Ghru, oink!" The creature behind her answered. Gib chuckled as Ina felt greasy hands on her hips. "He said - 'a meat.' The merchant translated. Moment later Ina felt a massive shaft pressing against her pussy, slowly sliding in, spreading her pussy...
Spoiler: Treatment 15 vs DC 10 Ahina reacts quickly. The glove quickly falls on the ground as Ahina sucks the poison... Or whatever was injected and spits it out. She feels as her head starts spinning, her legs becoming weaker... But it's temporary. Another spit, a mix of blood and some fluid falls where she spat it. She leans against the wall and can feel her heart work quickly, bumping bha-dum bha-dum bha-dum. She closed her eyes, as she felt a sting travel through her body... But it was temporary. She could already feel - despite the high activity of her body, she knew she managed to avoid the worse... Hopefully.
“Ha… ha, ha… “ Ahina whipped sweat from her forehead as she sits against the wall. That was close, definitely she had a lot of luck this time. Her stare come to small dart which hit her. Something so small and her so powerful in the right hand. She picked it up carefully and examined it, maybe she would recognise something. Then, Ahina secured dart, to not get hurt by it again and put it in her pocket. If Radia survived this mess, she will explain what it is. Then, Ahina put on glove and continued her way to armoury, twice carefully than before.
Spoiler: Knowledge 3 +9 vs DC 8 succeess As she looked at the dart, she had to take a moment, for it to come to her, but what she saw, was one of Radia's darts. As she checked the place where her hand touched the dart, she realised that there was another one, lodge discreetly not far of. Someone must have used Radia's stash and set up a trap.
"So, there is two option. Number one, Radia was working with Triam but now he want's her dead because they disagree for something. Number two, Radia work complety on her own and she is realy traitor, like Triam claim". Ahina heavy sigh and shake her head. This was too much for Ahina, she just wanted clan united and strong, not divided by some petty diffrences. But to fix this mess, she must reach Gabe. She pick up another dart too and secured it, it could be usefull later. "I hope Radia will heal up from her wounds in bacta tank. She better had good answers for my questions". Ahina said to herself, as she headed to armoury.
A shiver ran through Nami as Thassco touched her again, and she gasped out loud as she felt his hand grope her ass. A brief flicker of defiance urged her to push him away, speak up for herself. Was she really going to let him do whatever he wanted – where would it end? Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out. Make some excuse. Just say no. She could save herself – maybe, if Thassco would take no for an answer. But what if he wouldn’t? He’d already broken into her ship; how far would he go to have her? And what about the other women? Would she turn her back on them before even trying to help…? “We should – get going, shouldn’t we?” she said, hasty, breathless already. “There’s a lot to do!”
