"How much will that cost?" Eve asked, before looking at her companion. "I will explain once we are back at the ship." She said, giving her a reassuring smile.
"My master is hiding no one, now I bid you good-" He's stopped by a voice from further inside, and turns around to listen. "Fine. You'll find Lord Perron upstairs, in the study." The Twi'lek scoffs, turning back. "I'll be doing an inventory, so don't you dare steal anything."
Tow rolled her eyes. She heard that porn stars were not good at acting, but she did expect some basic skills... Really, when she used word Jedi, they should understand what she was doing. "Hands up." She said to the man as she walked behind him. "How do you think Ny, is that true what they say about the Jedi's wirtality?" She looked at Ny and winked at her, prompting the woman to join. "Now, Jedi, before we kill you, tell us where is your database~"
"I will have to examine the model in question to determine the cost." Zer0 explains, as the former officer nods.
"Only one way to find out." Ny'yari chuckles, seeming relieved. Vernie chuckles too, and responds "I'll never tell you."
"Very well." Eve nods, motioning for Varentija to close the door. And once it was, she strips her dress, until she was only in her leotard, elbow gloves, thigh-high stockings, and knee-high boots. "Where will we be doing the examination?"
"Hands, Jedi Scum." Tow said as she grabbed Vernie's hands and cuffed them behind his back. "Ny, check the scroundel." Tow said as her eyes pointed at the man's pants.
Isabia show him open hand. "Mandalorian didn't steal from anybody. We take our throphies from dead corpes of enemy killed in fight." She said coldly to servant and go upstairs to Lord Perron.
"Follow me." The droid swivels around, before moving into a back room that looks like an operating theatre. "Sit, please." He gestures to a chair with one of his robotic hands.
"Oh, don't be too rough, miss!" Vernie chuckles. Ny'yari moves behind the man, her hands moving down to his pants. "Mmmm... I think he's carrying a big weapon." The Twi'lek giggles, as she begins to stroke the immense bulge under the man's clothes.
The butler just rolls his eyes. Upstairs, she sees a pleasant looking sitting room, where the man she identified as Lord Perron sits, a glass of something dark in his hand. "So, I take it this is about my sister?"
Eve nods, beckoning Varentija to join as well. And once they entered, she sits on the chair. "There is a console on my back if you require it." She points out the fact that her leotard was backless, to allow input devices to be plugged in.
"Noted." Zer0 says idly, before Eve feels a jolt as something is slotted into her, and her mind begins to interact with the machinery Zer0 has on hand. "Hmmm... You're an advanced model, certainly. Almost unique, in fact." The almost unique strikes her as strange. To Eve's understanding, she's the sole unit of her model ever produced. "Functioning organs and reproductive system, sweat glands, even an almost perfect fascimile of an organic mind. Most unusual indeed." Without warning, the droid presses a small piece of wood into her mouth, and then rubs it on her clit, collecting up a small amount of saliva and juices. "Real bodily fluids, or realistic enough to pass through organic inspection." Zer0 looks at her. "An infiltration unit, I would say, and not one that's ever been put on the market. You would be of interest, I think, to many individuals in the galaxy, as well as the New Republic and Empire."
"Huh?" Though Eve was more than used to being silent as she was examined, being called "almost unique" caught her off guard. Perhaps the creator based me off another model? She thought to herself, as Zer0 began stating her specs which she already knew. "Mmh!" Until he collected her fluids, the moment he touched her strangely sensitive clit, Eve shuddered. "Nnh... I have no knowledge of why I was made. But I have been given the purpose of cleansing the universe of corruption." She replied unable to retrieve the data her creator deleted upon sending her away. But as Zer0 begins stating who would be interested on her, "That would hinder my objectives." She replied, looking at him. "And I am tasked with clearing away those that hinder me. It would be a shame if this planet loses someone as capable as you." She said in a motone, yet her words were clear enough as a threat.
"If I meant you harm, I would have already paralysed you." The droid gestures to the cable inserted into the slot in Eve's back. "I meant only to inform. Nonetheless, you wished me to examine your body. What exact characteristics did you wish to know more about?"
"Indeed." Eve nods, not stating that she was at least protected enough from paralyzation to still be able to destroy him. "I am well aware, but thank you for your concern. I will state that I will be returning here once more." She added, until Zer0 asked what she wanted. "I wish to know why my body is... reacting to certain touches. After inhaling a Noghri's aphrodisiac, despite flushing it out, I can still feel its effects."
"I see." Zer0 nods, tapping at its datapad. "I did note that you seemed unusually receptive to stimuli, even for an organic." Eve feels a cold chill as the machines begin a scan of her body, and then feels her lust return, as Zer0 haphazardly prods at her breasts, and between her legs, testing her responses. "It seems that, by accident or by design, your creator has left you with a stronger than average impulse to breed, stronger even than what most species of organics feel." He says, not eithout distaste. "I'd posit that, whatever a 'Noghri' is, the aphrodisiac you were exposed to was your first serious introduction to these urges. I can find no trace of a drug left in your body - what you feel is a natural byproduct of the way your organic components interact with the synthetics."
"Mmh.. aahn." Eve tried to muffle her moan, but as Zer0 kept on prodding her breasts. She feels her cheeks flush, as her nipples poke through her leotard. While her juices begin to gush out, turning the crotch area of her underwear transparent. "Aahn-an accident?" She failed to keep her erotic voice down, "It must be... my creator, I'm sure he didn't plan this." She replied, though with how perfect even her reproductive organs were, her defense stood on thin ice. "Mmh. Is there a way to... lessen it? These urges have proven to hinder me on my mission." She replied, her monotone voice once again turning into a sultry one.
Isabia nod her head to him. "Yes, this is about your sister sir. I assume that you are wise men and we will find coaporation way with it." She said checking room for any traps, hidden doors with security and others suprises. "Do you have any ideas where your sister could hidding?"
To, Eve realises with a shock, her frustration, Zer0 doesn't react to the change in her voice - the droid's lack of organics making it immune to her charms. Eve bites her lip, realising that, as the droid continues to stimulate her, she wants nothing more than for someone to climb atop her and... "Permanently? No. This interaction between your biochemistry and your synthetic mind is integral to your programming. Trying to rewrite it could cause severe damage to your 'mind'." Zer0 shakes its head. "Of course, you can temporarily satiate these desires in the same way that organics do - through engaging in reproductive activities. Luckily for you, you don't actually have to reproduce for this, merely engaging in the act will be enough." Zer0 explains clinically.
