Djorak takes the minigun, slinging it across his back. They all take formations.
She shakes her head. "Not besides this lunatic."
She stands up. "I'm fine." Djorak binds the alien's hands and feet.
The mercenary is crazed, panic and fear having driven him mad. He doesn't even notice Paz, continuing to fire at Briar. "Y-You're not going to get...
He sees an abednedo man with a minigun, a look of sheer panic on his face, opening fire on Briar, who takes cover behind a piece of fallen rock.
"He is rather impressive, isn't he? Very well. What were you thinking of playing?"
By this point the Sith is beyond words, moaning and squealing as the Zeltron fucks her.
She moans out. "Thank you, master! Oh, Force!" Her drenched pussy sucks him in needily.
"What do you want?" She looks frustrated and desperate.
"I killed them. I hurt them. I tried to steal your lover."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
"I'm sorry, sir!" Every scrap of pride is gone, in the obscene desire to get fucked.
The dozen Consortium soldiers in the room have their weapons pointed at Xizor and the busty brunette he brought with him. "I'd be willing to make...
He receives a message. "Alright. Now." He leads her inside the building. The lobby is partially destroyed, with corpses strewn about, and armed...
She crawls along the floor on hands and knees, licking up his cock.
Cyrus nods. One of the men brings it out. "They never got to the lab, ma'am, but the scientists say it'll be another week before they can...
"It's yours. Consider it a gift. It's utterly insignificant in comparison with your debt. Keep the jewel or sell them. Up to you, it won't...
"No, you don't, unless you want me to send a hit squad to that landing bay. That outfit would be too on the nose."
She moans. "Yes!"
Xizor smiles, buying the two of them cofee. "Of course. Now, to business. I'm going to go up there soon, and make a peace deal." He gestures...
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