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(It's alright! Life and muse are fickle ladies.) Olena huffed and cooed as Lyudmila took her apart like a mechanic opening up an engine block for maintenance, neither a hint of deceit or hesitation in the redhead's body. "Yeees~! Please, I- I need it so bad," she whispered, shivering under the...

Olena hummed as she considered it for a moment. "You'll come with me. Dew will drive and help Jackie on and off the speeder when it comes time for it."

"Ope- careful, you could hurt someone with that," Olena snarked into the girl's ear as she sent her into the oblivion of unconsciousness. She nodded to Dew's question, seeming a little put-upon by the request for clarification. "Kinda implied by 'restrained,' bro." She was clearly on the...

Olena thought back to the direction the girl had been running. Could there have been a reason to it or had she taken off in a random direction? Recognizing that she wasn't going to get an answer, the rebel stood up. "Dew! Come in here and find somewhere to hide this one. I want her restrained...

"Reasonable," Olena noted with a shrug. "I'm sorry about this. It was just bad luck all around, I think." For her part, she was truly remorseful. If something similar had happened to the Amaran's family, it would have shattered her... But they were here now, and she had to make a decision about...

Satisfied their security wasn't compromised for now, Olena would go to retrieve her men and their prisoner. "You boys go make sure Jackie is comfortable. I need to talk with this one." Once Trisk and Dew were gone, Olena sat the farmgirl down in the living room, before sitting across from her...

Olena hummed in thought as she noticed the picture, grabbing it and inspecting it, looking closely at the person in Imperial uniform... After a few moments, her eyes narrowed as she put the portrait back where she found it, before starting another search - just to be sure there wasn't another...

Olena sighed, shaking her head. "It's alright. Every inch of ground we can map out for the others is a win we can exploit later." The Amazonian Amaran helped Jackie hobble into one of the bedrooms that weren't occupied by the dead, assisting in putting her up in a bed. "Stay here, we'll figure...

"Kriff," Olena cursed, "alright, let me get you somewhere comfortable then." As the Amazonian Amaran reached down to help Jackie move, she shouted out to Trisk. "Oi, go bring the runner in! We'll be here for a while."

Olena would collect both of the blasters - they could prove to be useful if the group was able to make contact with smugglers or sympathizers. "Jackie, how well do you think you can move?"

Olena whimpered as one of her nipples grew wet with saliva and got caught between teeth, while the other was tweaked seemingly to inflict pain as much as pleasure... The whimper was not one made out of fear, interrupted as it was by a breathy gasp as Lyudmila's thieving fingers slipped between...

Olena's chest heaved under Lyudmila's exploratory fingers, her teeth no long pinching her lower lip as she allowed her panting to go on unabated, goosebumps rising in the trail of those nails on her skin. A sigh of relief escaped the redhead as her pink, erect teats slipped out from their hiding...

Olena had only one thought as Lyudmila turned the tables on her. "Uh oh." A gasp escaped her as nails trailed down the side of her throat, unstifled by the two front teeth nipping down on her lower lip. After all the excitement of the day and her natural... Proclivities, the Vixen was powerless...

"Kurwa-," Olena cursed, inhaling sharply before she could think to control her reaction. They were farmers. They were farmers and they shot them all. "Dew, uh... Dew, get her up. Get her up and back to... Back to the house. Just, um... Don't- don't bring her in yet." She commanded unsurely...

Olena allowed a cold smile to spread across her features. "I'm not into that sort of thing," she warned, before raised her left hand in a clenched fist and pounding the wounded woman in the diaphragm, seeking to steal the breath from her lungs and let their failure to reinflate for a few moments...

Olena turned to face Lyudmila as she indulged the redhead, a broad grin on her face that made the swing of her hips as she approached, hands still on her hips, seem like a joke than an actual come-on. Of course, the Vixen had been a good girl all day, so she deserved a bit of a reward. As she...

Olena waves cheerily at Dew. "Hi! Jackie was hurt, but Trisk is taking care of her." With decidedly less cheer, she crouches down next to the wounded woman, prodding her in the forehead. "Mind explaining why your guys decided to start shooting at mine?"

Olena sighed, before nodding. "Take it easy. I'm going to check on Daw." With that, the Amaran Amazonian left the house to check on the Galactic Basic-challenged xeno and the injured runner.

Olena had stripped down out of a desire for casual comfort - after all, Lyudmila had allowed her into the room with barely a stitch of clothing on her. She was wearing a provocative set of lacey red in the same shade as her hair, and when she turned away from her companion, her panties did...

"Who is 'he?' Did Trisk freak them out?" Olena crouched down to inspect the dead more closely. Humans, obviously, but were they obviously some form of Imperial sympathizers? The Amaran would begin searching the bodies for items of value.