He frowns. "Her loyalty is not in question. I will leave it at that". His arms reach around her, taking hold of her firm ass and pressing himself against her. "You needn't feel jealous, my dear". He thinks for a moment. "You'll have as much time as needed. Perhaps a few weeks. In the meantime, you'll be on Coruscant, at the Admiralty. Do you have lodgings in the capital?"
Briar rolls her eyes. "Just wait until Yasmeena and I go to get some new clothes when we split the money from the factory job. I guarantee you that it'll take hours."
Fendrat touching her betheen her breasts, feeling how her heart working. "You know, when two people make long condiction promise, they would like to have other people as witnes." He kissed her in cheek and move his secend hand near her pussy.
They head down The Road and in The Distance appear The Docks with several Warehouses. "It's The Third one to The left."
Fendrat touched her pussy with finger, finding it is still wet. "You know, some of my friends, your friends, your family..." He said, taking both her hands behind her back, holding them tougether.
"Sure, it beats bringing a knife to a sword fight." He shrugged, "Also, I thought those were awarded to a Force user. Didn't know you also had to make em yourself."
"If you are sure of her loyalty, I shall speak no more." After a moment she shakes her head. "I don't have private lodgings. I will need to buy something, I guess." Of course, she planned to crash at Zenobia's apartment in the meantime.
She shakes her head. "Nope. You have to assemble them. Find the parts, find a kyber crystal to power it, and then put it together using telekinesis. Get anything wrong, and it can blow up in your hands." She looks down. "Not that that'd matter for you. You'd just go to a mechanic".
Tarkin nods. "It would have been a pleasure to have you stay at my manse, but unfortunately my wife is on the planet, currently. Zenobia has recently purchased an apartment, I believe".
She enters the warehouse, and immediately is surrounded by drawn blasters. The dug gangster who owns the place has his men lower their weapons when he sees Paz. "Hello again, hunter. Come up, come up. Let's talk business".
"Huh, interesting." He nodded as he listened to the process. "But you're wrong. I don't just go to a mechanic. I have to go to a specific one, otherwise I'll just get nagged for weeks about why I didn't go to him in the first place." He sighed, thinking about Fendrat's facination about machines.
Fendrat make sad face. "It seems we will have to finish our fun for today." He would like to keept her in that state, naked and ready for her men. "Well, I don't have family too. I was refugue in clone wars, and my parents die in accident."
"So I will ask her for assistance." Gailte nodded as she pushed her breasts into Tarkin's chest, as his hands stayed on her ass. "What will be the consequences of what happened?" She asked curiously. "To you, to me, to Zenobia?"
He thinks for a moment. "Nothing big? That's a hard thing to accommodate for. I mean, I'm not small time like when we last met".
