Mari and Danann are led into the operating room, in a proper clinic this time, rather than a sterilised back room. The augmentations are installed without fuss, and the two of them leave, with Cyrus being charged. Danann feels uncomfortable, her body unused to the faster reaction times and stronger body, though she know that last time her body adapted quickly. "So, clothes shopping now?" Mari asks. "You said something about getting a collar, right?" She grins.
"Yeah, I have three thermal grenades with me." DT-L30 nods, recalling his unused grenades from his earlier mission with Xarrina. "And yeah, those terms sound doable. Sure, I can tell you how it goes." He happily agreed.
The lieutenant takes the grenades. "Stand back, please, just in case I accidentally detonate them. I haven't slept in the past 30 hours, which occasionally makes me slightly clumsy". She opens up a grenade and takes out a vial of pinkish mist, removing components of the genade, adding other ones in. She looks up at DT from her workbench. "What were you looking for, in terms of effect? Did you want a mixed thermal/pheromone blast, or do you want the grenades to just release the pheromones non-lethally?"
DT-L30 stands back, but offers assistance as he has the skills to assemble, and disassemble that grenade easily. He watches the scientist work, "The latter, I'd like my target to remain uninjured. Just pumped full of those pheromones. That should make it easier to capture her."
She nods, tinkering with the grenade at the workbench. "Damn it!" She shouts out as a whiff of the pink cloud escapes before she manages to link the vial to the detonator. "Damn, I'm going to frigging myself all night, now." She looks irritated. "So much time loss". Eventually, she reassembles the grenade. Pravis stands, turning to hand DT the grenade. "There you go. Do you want to test it out, first? They gave me a captive to experiment on. If you trust me, though, I can rig up the other two grenades."
DT-L30 was more or less unaffected, as he was still wearing his helmet. He chuckles as the scientist continued working through it, and when she finished. DT-L30 takes the grenade, "Thanks. How about you though, you sure you don't need any "help?" He said in a rather coy tone.
Loreley ate the meat with abandon, having become quite famished after the mission and their morning activities. 'Mmmh~,' she let out as she ate, wolfing it down. It didn't take long, the corners of her mouth stained with meat juices and marinade, 'That was excellent, thanks for the tip.'
Teal smiles. "You can be a pig sometimes. Here". He wipes her mouth with a serviette. He opens his mouth to speak again when Loreley's comm link goes off.
Loreley smiled and took the serviette from Teal, cleaning her mouth, 'Thanks, cuz.' She answered the call, 'Hi, Loreley here, who's this?'
"Commander Rhinnus", an elegant and cold voice responds. "You've been selected for a mission. Report to the Imperial hangar at sector Y3 by 13:00 hours".
'Roger that, I'll be there,' Loreley answered, she turned to Teal, 'Duty calls, sorry to cut this short. Bring Tarrik something back to the ship will you?' She hugged Teal and kissed his cheek, 'Bye, I'll see you after the mission.'
Loreley looked back at him and flipped him off, before heading to wherever she had left her pilot's garb. Suiting up and grabbing her gear, she headed to Sector Y3 arriving at 1245h.
The adjustments made this a little awkward as she moved, learning to properly orient herself, a little overwhelmed by the feeling, but managing to stay focused enough to take a look at Mari as she asked and return the smile with one of her own. “That’s the next stop then.” It wasn’t too hard for them to move onto their next stop and find a local pet shop. The sounds of animals on display could be heard, but her focus wasn’t on any of them as she strode over to the wall holding leashes and collars. Finding a sleek dark leathered one, Dannan curiously looked at it before pulling it off the wall, holding it in her hands, which didn’t stand out...until she she had went to pull her arms over Mari’s head, behind her back and then return them, sweeping past her neck, the sound of the click could be heard by the few customers and shop attendant who partly raised their head, but wasn’t allowed to not look when Dannnan casually approached them, tugging at the short leather reach around her Twilek pet’s neck. “Excuse me, do you have any custom name tags available? Her name is Mari, but she also answers to “bitch” and “cum rag” just fine. I’d also like to fit her address on there in case she ever gets lost.”
Vahlia has learned quite a bit for a week of training and evening orgies. To find her self up on a mountain with Silri handing her a bone sword. She took it all in feeling Silris lips on hers. She trusted her more then a sister would. She follows ready for more even if her body was drained and worn out.
DT-L30 chuckles, "Consider this a you scratch my back, I scratch yours. If you know what I mean." He then looks around to see if they could be seen by anyone else, or if there was a camera in the lab.
Gailte got on her knees and put Tarrkins meat-lightsaber between her breasts. She squeezed them and started slowly stimulating him. "Not really. Too much chaos, too little planning. There were benefits and spoils, but it could have gone far better." She then started licking the tip of his dick.
A flight Lieutenant approaches her. "The captain thanks you for your punctuality, ma'am. There have been rumours of rebel activity in the Onderon system. The Victory Star Destroyer Pheonix is going off to investigate, and we needed more pilots." He leads her to a lambda class shuttle.
The store attendant, a young man barely in his twenties, looks at Danann, his jaw literally dropping from embarrassment and surprise. "Uh, ma'am, w-we d-do custom name tags b-but-". He gulps. "We're a pet store, not a sex shop. O'm not sure that it's really appropriate."
