Jura did not look at Seri - she was too busy struggling with the other woman. "Ghu!" The Twi'lek gasped, her body arching, pushing her chest up - both of her breasts now on display, the chest band gone. She was struggling, her voice, movements filled with desperation. Finally, after a couple of moments, the Twi'lek seemed to loose her strength, as she slackened, her body going limp.
Seri lets free a desperate, panting gasp, slumping backward. But her fingers stay hooked around the garotte, the cord digging painfully into her soft, unworked hands. Almost in spite of herself, she tugs once, hard - as if to make sure the deed is done - before she collapses fully and releases the Twi’lek. She wonders with a sense of dread, if she’s just killed her or not.
Nami’s stomach sinks. Now, really? But she’s used to masking these kind of feelings. And now she feels a certain tingle of anticipation, the part of her that yearns to please. This is her taking charge of her own destiny, isn’t it? The only power she ever really has is in powerlessness… But what about Kaelaen? They’ve already agreed splitting up is a terrible idea. Nami wants her to stay close enough for both their safety, but not close enough to watch whatever’s about to happen… Trying to hide all this conflict, she nods brightly to the man. “Of course, lead the way! I’d be very grateful if we can come to an arrangement.”
Jura collapsed on top of the two, breathing heavily. After a moment, she got checked on the Twi'lek. Spoiler: Twi'lek 3 Vs DC 10 - fail https://www.rolldicewithfriends.com/rooms/majus "Kriffing Schutta!" She grunted as she shoved the Twi'lek out of Seri, the purple skinned woman rolled to the side. "Kh!" Jura hissed as she grabbed her arm. "Kriff!" She cursed as she grabbed her bleeding arm and fell on her ass.
The man smiled. "Of course! Sure! Come with me!" He started walking to the back of the stand, to the door in the wall. As Nami walked behind, she noticed that Kaelaen was moving discreetly behind. "Here we are!" The man stumbled as he opened the door and lead Nami inside. There were shelves with foods, fruits and meats - there seemed to be a freezer in the back. "So, umm..." The man hesitated, seemed almost shy...
Olena backed up into the wall and froze as Trist put a blaster mark on the wall by her dome. A mad smile creeped up the side of her mouth, her eyes wide with fright at how close she had come to getting her head turned into a canoe. After a moment to collect herself, after a moment, she released a mix between a sigh and a groan of relief as she relaxed. "Holy shit... Well, we got the runner, Daw is looking after them right now. Is the rest of the house clear?"
Seri scrambles onto all fours, caught between what to do. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of indecision, she crawls over to the Twi’lek, retrieving the rope and hastily knotting it around her wrists. She grabs up the knife too, slipping it into her boot. She can’t let herself think about what she may have just done, so for now, she’s assuming the Twi’lek is still alive. She’s pretty sure she’s in shock, as she rights herself, hobbling on her knees towards Jura, moving as though underwater. She opens her mouth to speak, to thank her rescuer. But all she can manage is a fractured wheeze, her hands and eyes darting to the other woman’s bleeding arm.
The merchant’s shyness throws Nami off her script a little. The men she’s tried this on before were more than eager to take charge, to take advantage. Is she the one taking advantage this time? But then – more than twenty mouths is a lot to feed… She makes a show of admiring the stocks of food – that part isn’t really an act, after the cheap stuff she’s been living on – with a lot of smiles and compliments. Paying close attention to how he reacts, seeing whether just enough flirting and attention from her will be enough, for today at least…or if she needs to take things up another level. Ready to change tactics if he seems impatient or frustrated.
"Yeah!" A male voice came. "No, you log!" Jackie all but screamed. "Get the aid kit, you morron!" "Right!" There was a sound of movement, where she thought Trisk started moving around. "Kriff! Clear!" Jackie called after a moment.
As the woman lay on her side, Seri easily bound her arms behind her back. The knife was short, but sharp - and probably part of kitchenware. The woman froze at the sight of blood- "Seri!" Jura's voice brought her attention back. "Get the chest band and help me bind the wound." The woman pointed with her chin at the piece of material that belonged to Twi'lek lying on the ground, her voice almost steady, calm.
The man seemed to be either patient or shy. Or both, as he was waiting for Nami, to finish her inspection. But as she was checking the food, she came to realise that the man had indeed expectations for something to happen during this inspection.
She fumbles for the wrapping, hands beginning to shake, as she realises the impact of what’s just happened is slowly overtaking her. Seri gulps, clutching the chest wrap tight, and hobbling back over to Jura. “Are-are you? I’m sorry. I’m sorry this happened. Please be okay.” She rambles in a small voice, twisting the chest band around Jura’s wound as tight as she can manage.
With things seemingly handled in the house, Olena would go back out the door. "Search the house for anything valuable. I'll go talk to our friend." Hopefully they would be fine - between her and Dew, they had lit the woman's legs up.
