The GALACTIC EMPIRE has ruled the over the galaxy with an iron fist for seventeen years, crushing all who oppose it. As the rich denizens of the Core Worlds prosper under its rule, the outlying regions of the galactic spiral, inhabited largely by aliens, have been exploited and terrorised. In the Outer Rim, crime thrives, as the Empire ignores the far flung collection of systems. For its entire existence so far, no one has been able to build enough strength to challenge Imperial rule, until now. The REBEL ALLIANCE, a newly formed group of freedom fighters, have been harassing and attacking Imperial interests. Though still too weak to be much of a threat, the Alliance is stronger than any threat that has challenged EMPEROR PALPATINE before, and so he devotes increased resources to crushing it. Into this conflict, a number of remarkable individuals emerge...
Gailte Ennassax walked through the door, stopping for a moment as the doors closed behind her. The view of the space filled with stars and imperial armada that could be seen through the window was quite awe inspiring. She licked her lips, then started walking again, her highheels clicking loudly in almost empty room, her hips swaying - but not too much. She was here on the orders of one of few supporters she had left. She would do much for him, but she had to still look professional and not like a whore. Click, click, click, click, click-click! She put her heels together and stood attention. She clasped her hands behind her back and pushed her chest forward - which was surely pleasant to look at. "You cold for me, Moff Tarkin." She said calmly to the man sitting behind the desk.
Tarkin sits on a what seems to be a throne, placed against the far wall of a meeting room in his complex above Coruscant. "Ah, Captain Ennassax, what a pleasure to see you, as always". His voice is smooth, his lines practiced. "Come here, I would speak to you". He gestures to the space before his throne.
Gailte licked her lips lightly, quickly understanding what will be required of her in this meeting. She nodded and started moving to Moff's throne - this time catwalking, with a distinct sway of her hips. She stopped right in front of the throne, and again, stood attention, with her back arched, pushing her chest forward even more.
As Paz Visla walks into the shady Tatooine cantina, he sees a number of criminals and scumbags, a pretty Togruta girl dancing on a small stage, a refreshing change from the normal Twi'leks.
Gailte can see Tarkin looking at her with poorly disguised lust in his eyes. "A...posting, has come up. A mere patrol route, but one in which a particular admiral has taken an interest. They have decided to recruit a captain of ambition and skill. Shall I give them your name?"
Gailte licked her lips. Was it finally her chance? Was this moment she was waiting for? "Of course I would be interested, my Moff. I would be also greatly obliged to you for your help." She said throatily. "Might you tell me more details?" She paused then bit her lips. "How might I show you, just how grateful I am for your patronage?"
Tarkin smiles at his subordinate deviously. "Yes, my dear, I believe that perhaps you should". He gestures to his crotch.
Paz Visla walks to a Corner, leaning against it and watching The Show trough his Mandalorian Helmet, his Hands resting on his Belt.
Gailte slowly fell on her knees and took off her cap, dropping it next to her. "Of course, Moff Tarkin." She said as she carefully opened his pants and with care took out his dick. "Might you tell me more about this... opportunity, my Moff?" Gailte asked, looking Moff in the eyes, while lightly stroking his meat. As she finished asking the question, she leaned forward and took his dick into her mouth. She started bobbing her head, doing her best, to please the old man and slowly giving him an erection.
As Visla enjoys the show, he notices a group of heavily armed weequay enter the cantina, surrounding a Twi'lek dressed in a nondescript military uniform. The thugs flank him, two on either side, and the Twi'lek stands next to him and watches the dancer for a few moments. She turns to him, giving him a good view of her face. "Paz Visla, I assume? We'd like to have a chat".
"Oh, yes. You're divine, my dear, utterly divine". Tarkin coos as he feels Gailte's mouth on his cock, quickly becoming harder and harder. He puts a hand atop her head, running his fingers through her hair, as he tells her "It's a fairly standard patrol mission in the Arkanis Sector. You will go there, keeping an eye out for pirates and rebels. An admiral from Imperial Intelligence, a protege of mine, will approach you -ooh-, and give you your mission once you're there. They have something of a theory".
Paz musters The Weequays and looks for their Weapons they potentionally have. None of them can see his Eyes or Face trough The Black Visor of his Helmet. He stays in his Relaxed stance and replies to The TwiLek. "You assumed right...Well Go ahead"
The Twi'lek has an E-11 Blaster Rifle strapped to her side. The weequays openly carry wookie bowcasters. The Twilek says "I'm afraid that our buisiness needs to be discussed in private, Visla. Come with us".
Gailte let go of the governor's dick, with a loud smack. She slowly got up, arching her back like a cat, pushing her breasts near the Moff's face before standing in front of him. "You are too kind, my Moff." She said as she rolled up her dress, showing off her garter straps and the top of her high-heeled thigh-high boot and lace stockings. She grabbed her panties and slowly pulled it off, then dropped them on the floor. "But allow me to fully, show my appreciation of your patronage." She said as she unbuttoned her uniform, showing off her large, shapely, bra clad breasts. She then kneeled on the man impaling herself on his dick - her legs along the man sides, her tits facing the man, allowing him to freely use them. "What more, can you tell me about the admiral and the mission, my Moff~mhm?" She asked as she started slowly bouncing her body up and down, impaling herself on the thick meat.
Tarkin groans as Gailte fucks him, his hands pawing at her breasts. "Oh, oh, you're so good darling" he moans as she rides him. "The- oh yes, Admiral is a protege of mine, by the name of Zenobia. She's intelligent, and cunning. She didn't tell me much about the mission, only that it involved Rebel activity in the sector- oh GODS!" He sucks on her nipples, alternating between them.
The Twi'lek looks surprised at his cooperation , before regaining her composure. She leads him out of the cantina, and into a small private building, one of Tatooine's many nondescript mud huts. "We have a job for you. A job against the Empire".
Gailte moaned loudly as the dick penetrated her womb. She pushed her bra down, freeing her large breasts. She licked her lips, moaning loudly. "Now, Moff, you don't have to hold yourself back." the female captain said as she rocked her hips. "We both like it rough. So don't hold yourself back anymore... don't make me beg." She moaned loudly as she feels his lips on her nipples.
