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"Girl, do you even know me at all? There's a very real possibility I join in." Olena retorted with a chuckle, that wild gleam back in her eyes. In another time, that unlucky guard at the dacha got more than he bargained for. In this time, however, the redhead pushed herself onto her feet...

"Oh, Jackie, what are you doing getting shot up?" Olena asked, a mix of trying to seem casual coming together with very-much-trying-not-to-panic coloring her voice, as she joined Trisk in trying to locate an aid kit, praying for bacta for the sake of the mission and Jackie's health.

Olena did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that Lyudmila's half-naked state and mannerisms were drawing her eyes and appreciation for the brunette's womanly form - the nice thing about being bi, she didn't feel the green envy of "wanting" Lyud's body, she wanted her body. At Lyudmila's...

Olena's half-smile only turned more smug - yet somehow flirtatious - at Lyudmila's lack of appreciation for being baited. "I mean, you could still get to have a good night with a cute gangster - dancing and fucking the night away - just make sure I get to the top floor first." She leaned back...

"Lucky number seven," Olena noted as she finished climbing the stairs - a light workout for one as athletic as her and a welcome one at that. When she actually entered Lyudmila's apartment, the Vixen smiled ruefully as she rubbed the back of her head. "Yeeeah, sorry about that, bratan. My boss...

"Don't like the sound of that. What is it?" Olena asked as she returned, following Jackie's voice.

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.

Olena nodded emphatically with her eager-to-please smile, looking far more enthusiastic about the dangerous task ahead than she really should be. "Yes, ma'am! We'll make you proud!" With that confident declaration out of the way and leave given, the Vixen would make her way out of Mama's office...

Naturally, Olena was not one to deny her nature. Almost as soon as she was out of sight of the prying eye of the public, she had thrown her clothes and gym bag aside, stripping down to nothing as she hopped into her bed. She did not hide under the covers, certainly not. In fact, she was...

Olena's face reddened as a wavering smile froze on her face when Ingrid planted one on her cheek. Somehow, the much more reserved display of affection had a greater effect on her composure than the hot and heavy tongue-dance of yore."Eheh. Y- yeah, definitely." She still had that goofy grin on...

Olena was thinking about it, of course... But her courage failed her as she released Ingrid, sensing some mild reproach in the instructor's question. "If you'd like me to! As it stands, we probably should split up. My gut tells me we shouldn't be seen leaving together, at least."

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...

Olena felt her heart leap as Ingrid grabbed a couple of handfuls, causing her to hold the dance instructor tighter against her, breasts meeting and flattening against one another through their performance attire... With how long they were at it, by the time the peeping tom had taken off, the...

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. I can be downright feral," Olena retorted, almost purring out the last word. As if to prove her point, upon feeling the eyes of the men (and a few of the women) on her, she would begin to roll her hips just a bit more than necessary, her too-tight leotard...

"Keep an eye on her," Olena commanded, leaving Daw on overwatch as she hurtled to the house to check on her people. When she got to the entrance, she would raise her blaster before she entered, ready to defend herself.

"Blyat." Olena made the quick calculation that if someone had thought they had the drop on her troops, but didn't think things had gone well, they would be the ones to make a run for it. "Leg him!" She commanded Daw, before raising her blaster rifle to take a shot at the runner herself, hoping...

Olena creeped closer as the two sides made contact... Things seemed to be going well, considering the home owner invited the duo inside. "Stay here and set up the LMG facing the approach to the house... I'm going to try to stay close and keep an eye on them," she quietly instructed her comrade...

"Because you're humans?" Olena replied with a questioning tone, arching a brow as if to suggest Jackie and Trisk were the weird ones for bringing it up. "Even some rebel sympathizers treat xenos differently. If you guys talk to the locals, even if they don't support us they will be less likely...

"It's worth the risk. Besides, I doubt collaborators would live out in the sticks like this. You two go on and talk to them. We'll cover you from brush in case something happens."

Olena took a knee as she looked at the farm. Depending on the time of day, it might be worth it to try to secure some space to rest before moving on... But that would require securing the cooperation of the farmsteaders. "Could be useful, for a few different things. Hideout, supply cache...