Vraskin raises his rifle, pointing it at the officer. He doesn't aim it precisely... but he doesn't need to.
Vraskin nods and then backs up slightly, keeping a watch outside the door.
[He has one gun, a satchel that may or may not contain weapons, and some light armour.] "...Mercenary, yes, but not a bounty hunter. I mostly do...
"I'm trying to get off the planet, and you're the first person I've seen who isn't either cowering or actively trying to lock the entire place...
"I'm Vraskin." Vraskin replies.
"What are you trying to do?" Vraskin asks Ulysses as he steps behind him.
Still, Vraskin gets a good view out of it... though the crosshairs get in the way. With sneaking in now off the table for the soldier, Vraskin...
Vraskin thinks about boosting his eyes for a moment, but he has no idea how long the soldier might take, and he doesn't want to waste his...
The soldier never steps back out from around the corner. Instead, Vraskin sneaks out onto the walkway and looks around.
Name: Vraskin Race: Trandoshan Class: Scout Abilities: Cybernetic Eyes: Vraskin's eyes have been replaced by mechanical ones. Ordinarily, these...
Yes, please.
I might be in.
Ihiyocoatl flicks his tongue out. "How about you strip off, climb on, and sit that gorgeous ass of yours on my face?"
I'll try to get in, if I can.
"Ahh..." Ihiycoatl lies back on the bed, letting the busty barmaid give him a titjob.
"I always aim to please." He says, as his cocks continue to emerge from his slit.
"That's very nice, but I'd rather you stroke something else." Ihiyocoatl's twin cocks are emerging from his slit.
The naga gets onto the bed, coiling his tail up onto it, half sitting, half lying. "Come sit beside me." He says to Madeline.
Ihiyocoatl follows her, slithering up the steps.
"Lead the way, please."
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