(Thank you so much for the amazing intro! Had me scared Seri was caught for a moment!) As soon as she’s left the scene behind, Seri presses herself against the sloped wall of the casino exterior, her heart pounding, stomach churning as she tries to collect herself. The sudden lurch and then drop of adrenaline crackles through her as if she had been the one stunned. She breathes out, trying to force the tension out of her chest, pink cleavage quivering as her shaking slowly subsides. Popping the collar of her cropped jacket, she steadies herself, peering up and down the street. Where there’s one bounty hunter, there’s probably several, jockeying for the same prize. So staying around is probably out of the question. She needs to get away, somewhere she can hide her tracks, and maybe figure out how to clear the bounty. More settled now, but still nervous. She runs her hands over her thighs, wrapped tightly in matt black leggings, and hurries away from the casino, moving expertly in her heeled boots. I need a way off this place. She tells herself. Too many eyes, too many blaster-toting maniacs.
"I have a weapon." Tai said with some anger. She turned to Crix who nodded. Soon she disappeared somewhere. Soon, it was just Ahina following Crix. "We are a group, yes." Crix answered the question of the engineer... or rather, he avoided answering it. He stopped near the door and took a look outside. "The area, is quite open... I don't like it." He hummed. "We make it quick and low - keep to any stones and ruins you can. If we stay undiscovered, it would be great."
Ahina didn't press on Crix, if he doesn't want to share this, he can do it. Now she has to focus on the task, to getting inside the ship. "Better if we run in distance from ourself, it will make us harder target". Ahina suggested and on Crix mark run low to the ship. She zigzag her way, falling next to pieles of robles or ruins and then rising up and running again. When Ahina run, Crix cover her and when he run, Ahina cover him with her rifle.
(Glad you enjoyed it!) Seri turned to one of the streets and started walking more quickly. Click, click, click. Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she moved with purpose. Soon, she found the building that was up to her needs. She walked into the casino, moving past the guards - she felt cold shiver as one of the men, turned to have a good look at her. But, he did not stop her... and soon, she was inside. The crowd was loud, moving from table to table, playing, observing, and enjoying their time. It was not the biggest casino in the area, but it was one of popular ones. And one of the well-guarded ones. There were many tables, a bar and a VIP section leading up... probably one including brothel.
Seri posts up by the bar, leaning against it, legs crossed at the ankles. She affects an air of bored nonchalance as she scans the room. Guards could be a good thing - it might give anyone with bad intentions pause before attacking a petite young Zeltron on her own. Then again, it could make anything she tries a lot harder. She takes a breath, letting her picking up the atmosphere of the space around her, the buzz and excitement of the crowd lifting her spirits and confidence. The VIP section: that’s where she’ll start. Find a high roller or a bored, rich trader and… She hesitates, then shakes her head. Do what I need to do to get out of here. Pushing herself up from the bar, she starts to make her way towards the VIP section, adding a little sway to her hips as she goes, neon light dancing on her bright pink skin and silvered hair.
"No." Crix turned to Ahina. "It will make us only easier to detect." The two started moving, keeping to the shadows, as the sun was just rising. Spoiler: ? 8 After what seemed to be an eternity, the two moved over the hill and slid down the crater. There, they found a s ship- Spoiler: know 3+3 vs DC 10 - fail Some kind of military shuttle.
Seri easily found the entrance to VIP section and started making her way to it. It was not far from the sound system, and as she walked past it, she could feel the vibrations of music hitting her body. For a moment, it reminded her of a dancefloor - but the feeling quickly passed. Soon, she was standing in front of the entrance of the VIP section, but as she was about to enter, one of two guards raised his hand, stopping her. "A pass." He demanded. Both were armed, but did not threat Seri like a real threat... at least, for now.
„It is shuttle used in the clone wars by the republic. It’s must be here since Siege of Mandalore, when one of the factions called Republic for aid in the war against Darth Maul”. Ahina whispered as they watched ship. „I doubt if it gonna fly, but it is possible there are still some useful tools and resources on the deck”.
Seri allows herself a little smile, enjoying the feeling of the music resonating in her inner ear, in her chest. She flicks her hips, swishing her hands at her sides, body yearning for one of the few things that makes her truly happy: dancing. She carries the motion with her as she reaches the guards, smiling warmly. “Oh.” She starts, as her way is blocked. “A pass?” She flutters her eyelashes in a series of innocent blinks. Tipping her head to the side, she gives a little shrug, grinning. “I must have left it at the bar. I’m such an idiot.” She laughs, brushing the folded arm of the guard who’d spoken, adding a physical element to her little performance.
Nami paused at the door to take a breath and compose herself as best she could, before stepping through. She wasn’t sure how they would react to her; trust was a lot to ask in this situation. But just surviving this situation might require them all to trust each other. As she moved forward to join the group, she paid attention to the various speakers, trying to get a feel for the mood and for the different points of view being shared. All while trying not to be too self-conscious about her nudity.
"Fucking Republic." Crix growled. He walked around the ship. "How can you tell?" He asked curiously as he turned to Ahina.
Spoiler: ? 3 (dancing)+2 (persuasion)+5 vs DC 11 The man swallowed, and looked almost ready to let Seri pass, as his will was crumpling on her eyes. But at the last moment, he stopped himself, his training taking a grip- "Sorry, but you can't enter with pass!" He said, a bread of sweat moving down his temple.
As she entered the room, the talk died down. The two Twi'leks and Zeltron seemed to be the main people discussing things, the rest gathered around. She found that there was around fifteen... maybe twenty women there, most of them naked or almost naked... making her not feel so much out of place. And once she entered, all heads turned to her.
„I lost my family during clone wars but I was too little to remember that, but mandalorians clan told me about clones ships. These ships were mass produced and used in almost every environment, it could transport full squad of troops”. Ahina said as she go to check the engine in the pilot cabin. She open plate with her hydrospamer, examining the cables and wires. „For full potential it requires two pilots, but it’s possible to fly with only one. It was built to protect troops inside, less for pilots. „
(oh no! Seri’s first roll!) Seri blushes a deeper shade of pink, licking her lips nervously. She brushes her silver-blue hair behind one eye, embarrassed at her failure to sway the guard. “Oh I - I guess I’ll see if I can find it!” She lets out a breathy giggle, trying to appear ditzy rather than sly. Swearing under her breath, she turns from the guards, tight leggings leaving little to the imagination as she steps away. She adjusts her top, baring a generous amount of cleavage and midriff, and scans her eyes around, looking for an alternate way in, or possibly, someone who can get her in.
Nami cleared her throat, hoping to clear her head as well, and stepped forward. “What happens next is up to each of you,” she said. “I have my own ship at the spaceport – if anyone wants to come with me, I have room for you, and better treatment facilities for whoever needs it.” She glanced back towards the corridor. “There’s one woman here who’s seriously sick, so one way or another I need to bring her with me.” She looked around at the group. “If anyone here has any experience with records and documentation, we might be able to fake a transfer order, saying that Thassco handed you over to me for treatment and transport. That could get us past the patrols, at least. “If any of you prefer to take this ship, I might be able to help you get control of its systems. I don’t know if the Zygerrians will give you permission to leave, but if you can get off the planet, you can go wherever you want. And if any of you know of contacts or allies here on Zygerria, at least that would give you a safe place to go.” She paused a moment. “Whatever you choose, there will be risks. But I’m going to do everything I can – and I know between us we have skills that can help us all get out of this.”
Crix shook his head. "Will it fly?" He asked. Spoiler: Tech 3+10 vs DC 10 - success As Ahina looked over system, the ship was dead. Definetly won't be flying at this state. Weapons were also stripped... it was old ship, so it was no surprise that it was in this state.
The guard just nods, as Spoiler: Perception 16 vs DC 10 - success As she looks around, she soon spots several people who looked like they were going to enter the Vip area soon- First, there was a pair - man and woman, proud-looking aristocrats, walking and breathing with arrogance that only nobles could act like. Second, a wealthy-looking woman, with intelligence in her eyes and confidence. Finally there was a male... dangerous-looking man, who sent shivers down Seri's spine.
The women listened to Nami with attention but then- "Zygerria!" One human woman looked panicked. "You attacked a slaver on Zygeria, a slaver Empire!? Do you have any idea what they will do with us!? They make examples of slaves-" "Quiet!" An Echani snapped as she moved to confront the human. "It's done. We can only do our best with the chance we have." The group looked at the duo as they started verbal exchange. While the human looked borderline on having a panic attack, the place, silver-haired Echani looked calm.
Seri eyes up the potential VIPs, thinking quickly. Wealth is good, and nobility tends to underestimate scum. Scum like her, she admits to herself. Though the dangerous character frightens her, that has its own benefits. Dangerous to her, sure, but with the right incentive, perhaps someone good to have on her side. Seri bites her lip, weighing her options. She draws her eyes away from the lone man, and approaches the noble couple. Better to play it safe, with a greater chance of earning or swiping some credits off the wealthy pair. She fixes a coy smile on her face, her clothing adjusted to flaunt her slender body, and steps in beside them. “Evening.” She begins sweetly, willing her pheromones to entice their approval, “I seem to have lost my friends, and you both looked so elegant and upstanding. Could I be cheeky and join you for a moment?”
