DT-L30 headed for the death trooper's quarters. Inviting Song, and checking on Meera if she was ready to leave. He then heads for his own room to change out of his armor. Wearing dark colored casual clothes that hid his cybernetic limbs. He then headed out to meet Loreley, and Fendrat.
Loreley looked at everyone for a moment and nodded, 'Alright, ready to terrorise Coruscant?' She laughed and then went to the shuttle, turning to the flight officer with a smile, 'To the surface now, please.'
Vahlia and Max-7 with Rowan helpless and defeated on Max-7 shoulder arrive back on the ship. Vahlia turns to Rowan “I can either send you back to your girlfriend and waste light speed fuel or you can come with us on trading this sith artifact. I know someone who would pay big for this item.” She holds it in her hand feeling good about this deal.
He takes them down, burning through the atmosphere, into the evening sky of Coruscant. He lands near an Imperial barracks. "You have two days. You can sleep here at the barracks, or find your own accommodations." He points out the shuttle system, that can take them to most points of the central city. "Cantina, nightclub, restaurant, you can find hundreds of each here."
'Thank you kindly,' Loreley said to the officer, 'We'll be back the day after tomorrow.' The went to the railing on the platform, her bum clad in tight trousers turned to the others as she leaned on it, 'I've not been to Coruscant in ages, always quite impressive.' She mused while looking over the evening cityscape.
"Mhm~" Gailte moaned deeply into Tarkin's mouth as he kissed her. She would fuck him for entire day, for the promotion she received. When raised her skirt, she was all to ready for- Slap! "Ah!" Gailte made a few steps as a hard slap landed on her ass. The pain and pleasure were delicious, her mind actually went high, as she climaxed a little. She looked at Tarkin and licked her lips. She handed the Moff, the controllers of Tika's collar and vibrator. "Then I guess, I disserve a punishment for my missconduct." She stripped her uniform and bra. A moment later her skirt and panties landed on the floor. Now, standing in front of Tarkin, wearing stockings, garter, high-heeled thighhigh boots... and nothing else, the lustful MILF stood attention, with her legs slightly apart, pushing her bountiful chest forward and clasping her forearms behind her back. "I'm ready to be disciplined, sir."
The toydarian wakes up in the ship to see Rowan. He ignores and walks past him to Vahlia who is in the cockpit. “Care to explain?” Vahlia shows him the sith artifact and then goes back to the cockpit computers. Max-7 is sitting next to her he looks toward the toydarian “Your welcome to kill him, but it seems Vahlia has a thing for him.” Vahlia gives Max-7 a dead stare before going back to the computers.
“That’s-not there...that’s cheating!” It was a competition for control and one that she could actually end up losing if it was dragged out any longer. She hadn’t even been touched all that much and she could still feel the pressure building in her nether regions to cum. “You will explode before I do.” Redoubling her efforts, her grinding had gotten faster, her crotch meeting his a couple of times, deliberately bringing his cock as closer to her honeypot as she could get, letting it feel the wet outer lips press right on it, but pulling away before the deed was actually done. In truth, she was taunting herself just as much as him. She wasn’t a whore, but he sure was making the idea tempting.
Tarrik, dressed similarly, goes to Loreley and puts an arm around her shoulders. "This city is great". She grins. She turns to face the entire group. "So, where are we headed?"
Tarkin strolls over to Zenobia. "Gailte, you should look towards your superior's example." Zenobia yelps as he begins to squeeze and grope her ass in her tight uniform trousers. "Since her uniform is exemplary, I'll give her the opportunity to discipline you, Commodore." Zenobia walks over to Gailte and slaps the milf's ass, raining down two sharp blows in quick succession. Tarkin has the Twi'lek come to him as he watches the spectacle. "Time to see the quality of my gift". He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her gently to her knees. She fishes out his cock, giving it a long lick across its length. Tarkin moans as he watches.
Loreley laughed and looked Tarrik up and down, 'We going in partner look too today? Are you my long-lost twin sister?'
Cyrus groans out, clearly effected by Danann's ministrations. He puts his hands on her hips and lifts her up, pulling down her pants. His tongue darts out, rubbing against her clit, dancing across her pussy.
"Ah!" Gailte moaned lightly, as Zenobia's hand landed on her ass, it was far lighter then Tarkin's slap. Gailte licked her lips, as her ass shook, when a second slap was delivered to her button. Still, she kept her stance, allowing Zenobia and Tarkin to lead the meeting... For now. She was curious, about Tika - how would the woman behave? How would she taste? She seemed to have taken liking to Tarkin.
Tarkin's voice ring out cold. "Harder, Zenobia". The Admiral nods and delivers a series of powerful slaps against the new Commodore's round ass. Tika begins to lick around the head of Tarkin's cock.
Fendrat smile to girls. "It depends what you want to do. If you want eat something tasty I know two restaurants with good, homemade food. But for some fun." He look around if no one else is listening. "We could go to same place, where drinks aren't the most healthy but they have robots fights against each other. Sometimes ewen Gladiators are on stage."
Max-7 responds to Rowans question “He is the one who owns this ship idiot. How do you think we got this space yacht?”
Loreley could not help but laugh, 'Well, of course, Fendrat would know a robot fight club! Haha.' She smiled, 'Well, I don't know about you but I'm starving.'
