A thoughtful, almost lazy humm came from Adot. "Imperial Star Destroyer, high in orbit." She corrected Olena. "It's probably the one that ambushed us." She added thoughtfully. "And probably the one that deployed ground forces we thought against."
After her preparations were done, Nami made her way down the ramp, closing the ship behind. She made her way out of the dock - almost immediately, she walked into a market. The corridors were tight, with all the merchandise prepared outside. There were blasters, weapons, armours, clothes - both legal and illegal in Republic and Imperial spaces. She spotted a stormtrooper armour - several sets of shining new full sets. A ship merchant with hills of both X-wings and Tie-fighters. Spice and various other drugs and gasses. There was a stand with exotic animals, the owner assuring someone that he could deliver a Rancour in mater of two weeks. Then there were services. Various mercenaries - entire teams of them were hiring their blasters. There was an armoured Mandalorian talking with someone. Severally scantly clad females waved their hands, invitingly, promising delights. Hackers, thiefs, pilots... And there was a stand - 'clinic' offering first aid and cybernetics... And so much more.
Seri’s knees buckle at the sensations rolling over her. Already well past the point of mere wetness, worked up by her earlier servicing of Kaangor’s cock, her lips grip him just as eagerly as he says. Stretched tight and raising a series of obscene wet sounds; she struggles to maintain her standing position, straining up on her toes to account for their difference in height. “Ahh - a little of both, I think!~” she whines, her clit fairly screaming in stimulation, burning under his touch, as she feels herself driven onward by his attentions, and the deep, clean thrusts inside her. She nearly collapses as a wave of pre-climax rocks her petite frame, teetering on the edge.
"Is that so~" He whispered to her ear. His hand moved from her labia, then touched the clit, pressing it like a button. "And, how much are you?" He asked, as he started moving his finger, rolling the clit as if it were a fighter pilot's joystick. His other hand gripped her tit, squeezing it, before moving up, to her throat, and wrapping his mechanical fingers around her neck. "How many times do you think you will cum?" He whispered into her ear, again. This time, it sounded not like a question, but a promise
She bucks back against him, thighs locking tight as a spasm of pleasure courses through her. The pressure of his metallic fingers slowly squeezes air, and then thoughts out of her, until… With a vice-like contraction around his length, Seri yelps her way through a coursing wave of release, choking on any attempts to speak, to reply, as - true to his word - Kaangor wrestles her through a series of detonating orgasms. Her knees finally give out, and she slumps, supported only by his grip, and the rigidity of his cock within her.
The pleasure was immense, and she barely had any control over her body. Kaangor shook, barely holding himself as the lusty Zeltron squeezed around his shaft - but no, soon he lost control, he thrust strongly, his body arching as he sprays his warm seed deep into her warm chamber, groaning as - despite what he intended - his grip became tighter - just for a moment. But then, he quickly reflected, letting go of her throat, his hand moving up, to her forehead, pushing her head back to his shoulder.
"So, that wasn't even the local garrison, huh?" Made sense. Stormtroopers generally didn't get wasted on garrison duty, and those shots were too accurate in their passage through the rain to be the work of mere Army conscripts. "... Do you think their landing site is nearby? Far enough for them to have spread out and left it short on bodies?"
Nami’s head spun as she walked the bustling corridors, sights and sounds coming at her from every angle. Stepping into a whole new world – not a totally unfamiliar one. She’d lived among gangsters before. But back then, she’d been under “protection”, constantly watched. Now – she was alone. Nobody would notice if she went missing… Her heartbeat quickened, even as she tried to compose herself, to concentrate. Maybe if she made a few credits first, she could look to buy some new medical equipment…but, first things first. She approached the clinic, trying to gauge what kind of operation it was – maybe they’d be prepared to pay her to help cover a shift. Otherwise, she’d have to seek out patients on her own.
Seri pants, slumping against Kaangor as aftershocks cut through her fragile little body. Her vision clouds, hazy and unfocused, lips moving in silent moans and whimpers. With the back of her skull nestled into the crook of his neck, she feels like she could stay like this forever. She barely knows this man, and she’s aware that, really, this has all been transactional. But the feeling of being held, in this place of fading bliss, feels so right. She wants very badly to submit entirely. And never leave. Slowly, she claws her way back to reality, still not quite able to stand on her own, quivering legs. “Hah~ howww was that… for a bonus?” She asks, a playful prelude to ensuring that the deal is still on.
"We are yet to encounter the garrison." There was something bitter, resigned in her tone. "Who knows? Maybe they were here just to blunt the main strike force, then leave the mop-up operations to the local governor?" She sighted. "The operation is clearly a failure. We will need to go to the ground and wait until we have a clear situation..." She stretched while lying in the water, having no intention to leave just yet.
Nami approached the clinic - and stopped, as standing in front of the door, stomping from leg to leg, stood a droid. But not just any droid - this, she recognised from posters, holovids and so much more. This was a B1 battle droid... and it was toying with a medical scanner. "Oh!" It turned as it noticed Nami. "Welcome to the patch and sitch up clinic! The best clinic on this station, by the very fact that it's the only clinic on this station!" The droid greeted her enthusiastically.
The man was sitting tiredly on the floor, at her comment, he turned to her and smiled. "One could say that~" He said, then closed his eyes. After a moment, he grunted as he got up and started fixing his clothes. "Need to get back... to the job." He turned to her. "Sorry. You can rest here." He zipped his pants.
Olena nodded along at Adot's words... She wasn't so certain that somebody would commit all that firepower for such a purpose, but she didn't know much better about these sorts of things than her superior. She put her weapon back down and undid the her blouse and pants. The latter was left on the ground, while the latter nicely framed her white-furred core and breasts. Wearing nothing but her combat jacket, the Amazonian Amaran lay quietly on the shore beside her lover, lazily running a hand through her hair as she waited for sleep or Adot's attention to claim her.
Nami put on her best smile, trying not to show how nervous she was. It was harder for her to read droids, compared to most organics. She wondered if this one had had its combat programming erased – probably not all of it. “Hello,” she said. “I’m a doctor myself, just passing through this station. Being the only clinic around, I’m sure you must have your hands full a lot of the time. Maybe we can help each other?”
After a few minutes, Adot sighted as she got up. "I guess it's time to move. " Her tone was displeased as she walked to her clothes and started putting them on. The material stuck to her wet skin, as she put piece by piece.
"You are a doctor? Oh that's... wait, hands full?" The droid queried in puzzled voice as it looked at it's servos. "No, not really." He waved the medical scanner, holding it in one hand while making a grabbing move with the other. "See! Perfectly free!" It announced in happy voice. Then it paused. It put the scanner down, slowly, carefully, then raised both hands again, empty, as to emphasize the point.
Seri stirs as he rises, her cheek now resting against the bed behind them. She watches him shyly, feeling - as her senses return - a little uncertain. Though that sensation is lessened by the slow slide within her, of his load ebbing out between her thighs. “Is there a… shower I could use?” She murmurs, blushing at the need to ask for permission.
"Yes, the door to your left." He waved his hand in the direction. "Feel free to use it." He paused and sniffed, winding at his own smell. "That is a good idea, actually." Then paused a smirk forming on his lips. "On the other hand~"
Olena giggled at Adot's return to grouchiness, sitting up along with her. She took advantage of the slight disparity in height, grabbing her by the wrist to keep her from rushing off. With a gentle tug, she coaxes the emerald woman to come down for a kiss. It was a satisfied, comparatively chaste thing in comparison to their frantic coupling not but minutes ago, lasting only a few heartbeats before the voluptuous vixen pulled away with a slight smile. "Don't forget to take what you can get, okay?" She advised. Simple enough, if only one could figure out what the hell that bit of folksy, country-bumpkin wisdom was supposed to mean. With that, Olena pushed herself back up onto her feet and help Adot out of the pond. She fussed over her a bit, trying to dry her off before she rushed right back into her uniform, before the Amazonian Amaran fully redressed herself and prepared to escort her superior back to camp.
“Yes, I see that.” Nami nodded politely, fumbling for her next line. “Is there…someone in charge here I could talk to?”
