"Hmm? Want me to order you around? Very well. Finish everything you have to do on the bridge, return to your quarters, put on sexy lingerie and report in my quarters. Understood?" While Gailte started gently, she all but barked last order.
After about two hours, a break is called. Zenobia yawns vividly, loudly saying "come on, boy, I want to go get wasted". The players, hangers on and bodyguards are escorted into a lounge area. Zenobia homes in on the bar, ordering a strong drink. After a while, a Duros man sits down next to her, and they begin talking in hushed voices. Oblivious, Lando sits on the other side, and begins showering the blonde with compliments. DT can see the hitmen approaching behind the group.
She nods. "Still, you seem like a cool guy. You came across as an asshole when you introduced yourself, but you seem like you're one of us. I dunno. Maybe we can hang out some time, if you want?" She stares at him seriously. "Don't expect me to just spread my legs for you whenever you want, though, and don't offer to promote me for sex. No offence, but I know that it can't be hard to get laid with pheromones. If you expect me to just do whatever you want, forget it. That crap doesn't work on me".
Gailte smirked. "Then you will have to come commando. Don't worry, we will find something for you to wear from my things... For your meeting with Nyni. Now Captain, do you wish not to follow that desire of yours - I will give you last chance to back away. That doesn't mean, I will withdraw your meeting with Nyni - provided, you sho competence. What do you say?"
"You probably don't belive me, but for me it is realy trouble to spreding around my pheromones. Sure, It is nice to being handsome for woman, but when every getting hot just when I standing around it is patheic." On her words about sex he smile. "Sure, until of course you will folow your own rules too. I can promised, that I don't take any action without permision in that way."
She looks conflicted, but nods her head. "I'll see you soon, ma'am". She kisses Gailte, before moving off to follow her superior's orders.
She nods. "Okay. If we have that understood, let's meet up sometime when this is over". She kicks the wing of the TIE fighter. "This one is all set".
DT-L30 follows the group toward the lounge, when the admiral headed for the bar, he went for something to eat. But he still kept an eye on the admiral as she flirted with the others. Then as the hitmen started to approach, he began to tail them. Readying his vibroknife on his right hand, while preparing to strike at full power with his left. That should kill two of them, leaving the third alive enough for interrogation.
Like Zenobia said, the killers zone in on her, paying no apparent attention to the cyborg. The Duros begins to get visibly angry at Lando for interrupting, him, making a loud scene. The entire lounge focuses on the altercation. The killers lean forwards as if to spring at Zenobia, when, almost too fast to see, they turn on a dime and raise their weapons at DT.
'Yes, Silvan and Dee are telling me a bit about the squadron's history,' Loreley nodded, 'And that they're going through COs like a Twi'lek prostitute goes through condoms.' Loreley kept her milk from spilling as the ship jumped to hyperspace.
Silvan begins sputtering his milk up at the metaphor, whilst Tarrik and Dee laugh. The pilot's friend straightens up. "I'm heading down to the hangar. I hate when new people touch my ship. They always get things wrong". Dee bumps her brother's shoulder. "What's the matter, bro? Can't stand a bit of poetic licence?" Silvan looks dissapprovingly at her, before talking to Loreley. "Sorry ma'am. Caught me off guard, is all".
Loreley looked at Tarrik, 'Sure, go have a chat with the greasemonkies.' She then looked to Silvan as Tarrik left again, 'You're a bit more serious and straight-laced than your sister, aren't you? I'll try to dial the innuendo and bluntness back a bit then. I'm not the most lady-like woman in the fleet, sorry to make you uncomfortable.'
Just as they turned, DT-L30 uses his mechanical legs to close the distance almost instantly. Delivering a full power punch onto one of them, stabbing the other, and simply tackling the third one into the ground.
Fendrat nod. "Very well. We should hurry up, when we leave hyperspeed, we won't get too much time." He said and get focus on the next fighters.
He laughs. "Don't worry. I'm not that prudish, you just surprised me." Dee grins. "We had a very sheltered upbringing. How about you boss? What's your story, if you don't mind me asking?"
Paz heads back to The Armorer. "I talked with Zann. He suggests that The Whole Clan discusses this, and I agree with him. Tension is too high to ignore this Situation...."
DT feels the first man's chest cave in under the weight of his punch, as he drops to the floor, lifeless. The second, taken by surprise, dies easily from a stab to the heart. The next man manages to pirouette away from the tackle, DT's knife carving a gash in his chest accidentally. He grabs DT's knife hand, and goes to shoot him. Zenobia slams the Duros' head against the bar, and puts a knife to his neck. Lando draws his blaster, but looks unsure who to shoot. He calls security.
After a few minutes, he hears arguing. If he decides to investigate, he sees Tarrik shouting at Cara.
The Forge Master looks at him. "I will gather the clan, but three of our young men went down to the planet while you were speaking with Zann." She calls the clan members together. The armoured group look at him, a handful of them giving dismissive or angry body language.
