"Then there is no reason for you to be angry." Gailte answers, as she puts hand on Twi'lek shoulder and escorts her to hangar. All the time she holds her free hand on controller that can make the collar zap the Jedi.
After putting on his complete armor, DT-L30 heads to his room to polish his armor, making sure it was spotless, before heading for the hanger.
After a hot and heavy session of sapphic love, Loreley and Tarrik disentangled themselves and headed to the showers and cleaned off, keeping their hands to themselves. The two pilots went back to their cabin and Loreley started to prepare her dress uniform. After being satisfied with it, she put it on and turned to Tarrik. The dress uniform fit like a glove and was well ironed and her leather jack boots shining brilliantly, Loreley's curves not quite hidden by it. She wore her brunette hair in a bun below her cap. She smiled at her friend, 'I'm off to bring the Jedi to Grand Moff Tarkin, wish me luck.'
“These things should be built up to, don’t you think?” Placing her arms forward she bent to give him a proper eyeful of her endowments, then pushing her hips backward to bring her tight pants covered rear against his groin. One of her hands worked itself to downward to wrap itself around the base of the cock, it wasn’t hard to find with something of that size. Giving it a few fast strokes to drive it up to full mast, she quickly released her hand to replace it being wrapped between her ass as she worked her hips in circles, ensuring that her hips would constantly grind and tease his cock with her backside, her breasts would be pushing in tightly between the two of them and she wrapped one of her legs around his to keep him from moving too much. “I still have a ring on it. I’m not planning to get my holes used by anyone. You’re a stubborn man and...a good looking one, I’ll admit...” she drove her face in close coming in inches closer and closer until her breath could be felt on each other, close enough to taste him again and...then she stopped. A finger went between Cyrus’s lips. “You’d love to see how it feels, wouldn’t you? How warm and snug my cunt would feel while you pound away...but no....I won’t let you fuck me. I’m going to tease you, until you burst.” Her hips pushed down and took on a faster pace, along with the grinding she performed against him. She was working to get control of the situation and the easiest way to do it would be to drain him dry.
The science corps officer swears when she hears the announcement. "Damn it! So close!" She slams her hand down on the release button, and the tank door opens, the cloud floating away and becoming invisible. "You'd better head off. Thanks for your help, Engineer". She hands Fendrat his clothes back.
The Jedi is quiet for a moment. "Maybe the past should be left in the past." Tarrik kisses her friend on the cheek. "You don't need luck". She slaps her on the ass again as she walks away. DT sees Song in the hallway, smirking at his comrade. "Busy, huh?" His expression grows a little more serious, and he holds his hand out. "Good luck, man". Once Fendrat, Loreley and DT have all reached the hangar, Zenobia stands on the ramp of the Lambda class shuttle. "You all know how to interact with a superior officer. Do the same with the Grand Moff, just make sure that it's all proper and precise. Captain Gailte and I will go to introduce ourselves first, and then you three will enter his meeting room with the prisoner. She enters the shuttle, and directs the rest to follow her. When everyone's in, it takes off, leaves the hanger, and flies towards the large fortress space station that Tarkin has claimed as his own.
Cyrus moans. "I want you so bad." He smirks. "If you don't want to let me fuck you, I'll respect that, but there are other ways to make you cum". He tweaks her nipple as he plays with her clit, kissing her deeply.
"Keep an eye on her." She says to the rest of personel. As Gailte follows Zenobia, she can't help but wonder, has the Twi'lek finally acknowledged her fate... Or was she preparing for one last suicide attack...
Loreley jolted as Tarrik slapped her arse again, she rolled her eyes and giggled, 'See you later.' The pilot went to the hangar and stood at attention before the admiral and the captain. Once Zenobia was finished, she nodded, 'Understood, admiral.' And boarded the shuttle behind her. Loreley let Fendrat sit next to the Jedi and went to the cockpit in the front, standing behind the pilots and looking at what they were doing. She crossed her arms as she watched Tarkin's station coming closer into view.
"Thanks." DT-L30 shakes Song's hand, nodding, before heading to his room. He then polishes his armor until it was spotless. It actually looked brand new, since it was a new set given to him just as he returned to active duty. He then headed for the hanger, saluting his superiors, "Understood." He replied, before standing next to his companions. He then waits for them to land, not really paying much attention to the jedi.
The shuttle lands in a crowded hangar, a crowd of stormtroopers gathered in parade formation. Zenobia leads the group through the base, down seemingly endless hallways, into a huge, well adorned antechamber. She directs them to wait there with the Jedi, as the officers head to announce themselves. As they approach, the massive, ceiling high doors open, and through them strides an imposing figure clad entirely in black. He passes the blondes without so much as acknowledging them, heading out to the hangar, when his head turns, as if he caught a particularly fragrant scent. Turning to face Tika, they quickly and imposingly thunder over to her. They stop, towering above the Former Jedi, who looks genuinely terrified, as she listens to the heavy breathing, seemingly the only sound in the room, and stares into the the helmeted eyes of Darth Vader. His voice, when it finally comes, booms out deeply, reverberating across the chamber. He turns to face the trio. "Why has a Jedi been brought here?"
Being the highest rank among them, Loreley stepped forward and saluted, trying to stand proudly in the presence of the Emperor's right hand man, 'Lord Vader, it is an honour. The Jedi was captured during a special forces raid and she is to be presented to Grand Moff Tarkin by orders of Admiral Zenobia of the ISB, your lordship.'
Gailte nervously looks at the imposing figure. At her time during clone wars, she meet general Grievous - but even he didn't inspire such fear. She really hoped that once they called the Jedi to be brought to Tarkin, there will be someone left... Cause she had little doubt, that Vader would recognise Jedi. She shook her head and followed Zenobia as they entered Tarkin's office. She allowed admiral to take the lead
Zenobia rushes to the side of her subordinates. "Lord Vader, I-, agk!" Fendrat feels a phantom sensation in his throat as the Admiral is lifted into the air, clutching at her throat. "I don't recall asking you. Leave." He drops her, and Zenobia coughs, before nodding, straightening and heading back to Gailte as casually as she can. He looks over the three. "You managed to take a Jedi? Most imptessive. Very well. As you were." He goes to leave, but then stops, staring at DT. "Your name, trooper?"
DT-L30 faces Vader, saluting him with utmost respect, "Thank you, sir!" He replied to the sith lord's praise, before suddenly being asked for his name. "My name is DT-L30, sir." He replied, proud of his name, or rather his designation.
Fendrat was happy, he use a toilet before coming here, because in other way he would piss himself. The stories about Vader force was true. Now, he could only hope the Dark Lord didn't pay too much attetion to enginer.
Zenobia rushes back to the door, which has remained open, rubbing her throat. She leads Gailte to the throne where he received her a few days ago, and both see Tarkin. Zenobia snaps to attention, saluting. Tarkin smiles at both women, standing. "Please, no need for formalities, ladies, especially not from heroes of the Empire such as yourselves." He moves in close. "I must say, I have missed you". His arm wraps around Zenobia and he pulls her to him, kissing her hard on the lips, grabbing at Gailte's breasts, before kissing the older woman.
Loreley looked a bit shocked as Lord Vader lifted the admiral with the force. But she smiled proudly as he praised them, 'Thank you, your lordship.' She did as instructed and raised an eyebrow as Lord Vader talked to DT.
Vader stares into DT's eyes so hard it seems as though he's looking into his very soul. "This will not do. You require a name. A real name". He turns away, clearly done with the conversation. Done with DT, Vader looms over Fendrat, looking from him to Tika, and back again. "You feel for this girl, and she for you. Such feelings will destroy you, boy. Rid yourself of them". Vader looks lastly at Loreley. "Continue, and you shall rise high". He addresses them all. "Very well. Deliver your gift". He leaves, as if they weren't there at all.
Gailte looks at Zenobia with concern, but follows her quietly. As they face Tarkin she snaps attention. Seeing that he kisses Zenobia, Gailte pretends to be surprised by this. She moaned throatily as the man grabbed her breast. "I see that you h- your priorities straight, my lord." She says as Tarkin squzeed her tit. As he kissed her, she returned his kiss, with fire.
