Xarrina shouts out as her ass is penetrated. "Fuck! Fuck my ass!" The two hear banging against the wall, an irate neighbour apparently tired of the Force sensitive's antics, but Xarrina pays them little mind.
Hearing her shout, DT-L30 obliges her request. Immediately speeding up his movements, his fat cock lubricated with her pussy juice starts pounding her shapely ass. Sounds of his pelvis hitting her cheeks begin to ring out from them, as an answer to the neighbor's protest.
Dana knew that she couldn’t really argue. The odds of managing to wipe the entire gang with the least amount of trouble, looked unfavourable. She did something really rare for such an occasion. She turned her head over to those beside her and asked what they thought. “I don’t suppose, anyone has any plans for exactly this kind of situation?”
She pushes herself back against him, her ass incredibly tight around his cock. He sees things start to levitate around the room yet again.
"Pretty boring, but I'm used to it. Cushy post like this one, the troops are all off partying at clubs, not drinking here. Speaking of which, what's a kid like you doing alone? Shouldn't you be out with your friends?"
'Oh, I was out with friends,' Loreley smiled at the barkeeper, 'But we got seperated and now they are "busy", if you know what I mean.'
Sara says "That window over there looks like it can be reached pretty easily." She gestures to a large window on the second floor. Looking to the gammorean, she says "They don't know you've turned, yet. You could take the doc, and pretend use her as a distraction. As you talk to them, I come in through the window and start blasting them. As they turn to face me, y'all shoot them in the back. Sound good?" She turns to Danann. "What about the lizard boys? They're softies at heart, but they can fight. Should we call them back or go without them? Or do you have a different plan? I'm all ears.
He smiles. "Ah, I see. You not interested in that kind of stuff, or is there just no one that takes your fancy?"
'Well, I've already... done that this evening,' Loreley said and took a sip of wine, 'Though it wasn't entirely my choice. My... partner was Zeltron.'
Vahlia turns to the toydarian “Your up big boy. Give them the codes.” She winks at him and waits to get to the auction they are expected to visit from the ominous voice over the intercom.
“.....I like it.” Words that were almost unheard of for her to speak when it came to other people’s ideas. Thinking about the lizards, she hadn’t seen what they could do, but she assumed that they weren’t going to lose to any single thug on their own. “Have them split to cover the left and right sides of the building. Force them to break up their numbers from one spot and turn themselves into smaller groups easier to pick off.”
His eyes open a little wider. "Oh, he used his...smell thingy? What a jackass! Want me to get some of the boys to teach him a little lesson? I don't have anything against non-humans, I used to be with a Zeltron girl myself, but if you weren't into it... That's wrong."
He grins, and sends the codes. "Yes, I'm here for the auction. Think I might snag myself some good merchandise, or am I too late?" The officer on the other end laughs. "Possibly, but you'll have to hurry. Plenty of those tentacle girls going on the block, but the best ones sell fast. All right, you're clear. Enjoy Ryloth". His voice cuts out. Garra looks at Vahlia. "They're selling some of the captured resistance members as slaves. We can get on planet easily by posing as a buyer".
Sara nods. "All right. I'll call them. With them, we should be almost equal in numbers, and we'll have surprise." The Trandoshans take up positions a few minutes later, and Sara goes to the window. The Gammorrean cop takes hold of Danann's hands and holds them behind her. He slips a blaster into her waistband. "Wait for the others to shoot, then start blasting. You use one often?"
Loreley smiled, 'That's sweet of you, but no, I don't want him beaten up. He's an old friend of mine and he has always been more interested in machines than people and was self-concious about if people liked him for himself or because his pheromones made them like him. But since the last mission, something flipped inside him and he's using his pheromones like other Zeltron's tend to use them. I don't know, maybe he just needs to get it out of his system before he goes back to normal.'
The bartender sighs. "All right. I'm here if you change your mind. Oh, wait." Song and Meera enter the bar, and take seats on either side of Loreley. Meera orders for the both of them, and offers to pay for the pilot's next. "Hey, have you seen DT? I'm a bit worried about him. He seemed under the weather."
Loreley raised an eyebrow, as the two death troopers came in the bar, 'Hey, Meera. Hey, Song. Did you guys get bored? I thought you needed to head off somewhere?' It was a bit awkward, not knowing how much she should tell Meera about DT, 'Uhm, well, I haven't seen him but I've spoken to him. He's met someone... and they are a bit busy.' She wasn't lying, but she didn't know if Vader's robed guys should be kept a secret. But it might also sound like he was cheating on Meera, which he was, admittedly.
"I know how to use one, well enough. As long as they're kept from getting right in my face, I'll survive." She was definitely keeping the blaster this time. Recklessly stupid wasn't a good option. On the other hand, the improved neural system was finally going to pay for itself with how much easier it would make this. Everyone began to get to positions as she began to walk with him, gritting her teeth as she braced herself for any sudden aggression, knowing that they'd need to sell it.
