Yasmeena shrugs. "I was doing my job. Sorry. Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Yasmeena Solari, Imperial Security Bureau. You helped us take down a dangerous Rebel". She turns to the bald guy. "Let him go. We got what we wanted. He knows we played him, isn't that enough? He's just a merc." One of the men grabs her from behind. "Shut the hell up, already. We're going to kill this Mando jackass, and you're going to watch. Then we'll tell your supervisor how you tried to defend him". He laughs. "You'll be shaking your ass in a cantina, where Twi'leks like you belong, in no time". The bald guy smirks. "Hey, take off the helmet, Mando. I want to sell it after you've croaked, and it won't be worth as much if I blast the inside". He grinds the barrel against Paz's chin. "Do it, and we'll make it quick".
It was like taking other girl for hair, so it wasn't too hard. "You dirty, little blue slut. You like rogue, isn't you? If we didn't catch you, you will soon become slave of someone else." Fendrat didn't know if it was part of game or he realy thinking in that way, but he still pulling her lekku.
Paz shooks his head. "I cant stand Your Face anymore" Paz moves his Head quickly aside and Grabs The Headers Hand, breaking it and holding him in a Chokehold from behind as a Shield. He quickly draws one of his Blasters and shoots at his Men.
Meera smirks along his cock. She pulls of for a moment. "You can use your hand, if you want. I don't mind".
She screams out in pleasure. "I didn't know you were so dirty. Should I call you master?" She grins at him over her shoulder.
"I think everything is just about covered. Obviously the robot is coming along, but that shouldn't be a issue. It's like an extra gun and hands on deck without all the whining." The way she was talked was pretty indicative of why she didn't still have a crew of her own despite proving she wasn't exaggerating what she was capable of. Getting off the ground, she peeled off the work gloves from her arms that kept her clothes covered from the blood and discarded them. Feeling good about where things were headed, she searched the pocket of her skin tight outfit to find her lighter and made a realization of a slight problem. "Actually...there's one thing I need before we get going. A fresh pack."
The bolts ricochet against the bald man's armour. He screams as he is cooked internally from the heat, before a shot hits his head and he goes silent. The other's armour holds up to multiple shots, but eventually one of Paz's attacks penetrates the armour of one of the men and he goes down. The agent holding Yasmeena puts a gun against her head and starts to threaten to kill her, when the Twi'lek breaks free and knocks the gun out of his hand. She moves in a whirlwind of fists, elbows and knees, beating the agent to a pulp, before knocking him to the ground and smashing his head into mush with her boot. She breathes heavily for a moment, before she looks up at Paz.
Cyrus stops. "You smoke? We can grab some on the way." He heads towards a store. "You have any other addictions I should know about?"
Paz throws The Leaders Corpse he held to The Side, He marches enraged to Yasmeena and grabs her Throat tightly, pushing her loudly against The Ships Wall and holding his Blaster against her Chest.
Loreley feels the jump to hyperspace in the hangar. She sees Tarrik come back into the hangar, muttering under her breath.
Loreley was checking on the TIE she was flying for any damage she had over looked, she had taken off her helmet and life-support gear again. Her overall was undone half-way again, only the tank top to keep her modesty and her dog-tags dangling between her cleavage. She took a steadying step as they jumped to hyperspace. When she spotted Tarrik, she went away from the interceptor and over to her wingman, 'Hey, how's your head? What happened with the captain?'
"I know the health facts on it, alright?... other addictions...not really...it's pretty much my worst habit." She had to think about it. "I drink, but only with other people and even then, not usually that much. And...I've used pain killers and stimulants before. Not at the same time, and only when I actually need them. It's not really the problem that everyone thinks it is. I'm not going to be bleeding my own supplies dry and I don't have any of the symptoms of physical dependency. I don't know if it occurred to you, but I hold up pretty well for my age."
"Ha ha ha, being called 'master' by woman who could kill me in any moment? No thanks, It is too unrealistic for me, to belive in that." He chuckled as he fuck her harder, holding both her lekku. It was like riding horse.
Tarrik groans. "God, that asshole is tedious. He kept droning on about how I "disobeyed orders" and "damaged Imperial property", over and over again. I mean, did he miss the part where I blew up a Rebel fighter? And the Interceptor is fine. A quick repair and it'll be good as new. He totally overreacted." She unzips her suit, looking like Loreley does. She has a bandage over her head. "I'm good, don't worry. Just a scratch".
Cyrus laughs for the first time since she's met him. "I'd say you hold up a lot better than pretty well. I hope you can keep your moderation up". He buys her a pack of cigarettes and hands it to her.
She screams out again, cumming on his cock. If it wasn't for the fact that the brig is on a different floor, and was totally empty, someone would definitely have heard her. Her juices flood down from her pussy, and her walls grow tight around him.
