Seri stands, suddenly very aware of her state of undress. And of the collar still around her neck. She needs that shower dreadfully, her body sticky and warm both inside and out. And while she isn’t opposed to company, she really does want to get clean. “Tell you what.” She smiles impishly, lacing her hands behind her back, presenting her painted breasts, “Maybe you could do me a favour, find something to help me get this collar off? And then… you can watch me get all clean and soapy?”
Adot allowed herself to be lead out of water, no seemingly more relaxed. She started putting on her clothes. "That was what I needed." She said with a sigh. Soon, she was prepared to move, but she stopped and looked up, at the imperial Star destroyer, deep in thought.
The droid nodded it's head, with enthusiasm, and answered in it's nasally voice. "Of course there is!" It almost exclaimed enthusiastically. "Do you have an appointment?"
The man frowned as he walked up to Seri and checked the collar. "I don't know. I am not exactly an engineer- turn a little." He continued walking around Seri, checking the collar. "Doesn't look like it has electronics... Or Bombs-" He paused and looked at her "It's a normal collar, not a shock or bomb collar?" He asked.
“Oh – I’m sorry, no I don’t.” Nami tried to seem composed while inwardly she kicked herself. This outfit was both more and less organised than she’d hoped. “I don’t need treatment, though, just – just to talk to whoever is your boss.” Just to be given a job for a few hours. Even I don't know if it make sense anymore.
"I'm glad we could have this time together," Olena replied, allowing her rifle to hang by the sling in front of her as the two trekked back to their base camp. The voluptuous vixen noticed Adot's attention drifting from her surroundings to the orbiting star destroyer, arching her brow. "... Does it scare you?"
"Ah, a consultation, yes? Let's see." The droid checked the datapad. "The boss is currently performing an operation, but after that should be free." The droid looked at Nami. "You would have to wait around an hour, through."
Adot blinked and looked at Olena. "Not as much as it did a couple of years ago, but yes." She sighted, and started walking back to the camp. "I am just wondering, what our next step should be." She explained. "Either stay in the wild and continue guerrilla war... Or try to infiltrate the city."
“I don’t need—” Nami shook her head. “No consultation, thank you. I just need a meeting – to talk to him, if he has time. I’ll come back in an hour and— and we’ll see what happens.”
Seri turns as she’s bidden, feeling safe enough in his presence to let him carry out his inspection. That doesn’t last long, and her eyes practically bulge with shock at his words. She turns back around, looking up at him, unable to contain her fright. “A buh- a bomb?” She stammers, her brain tripping over the words, “nuh-no I - no I don’t - I don’t think so? Why would it? No, no it can’t be, right?” Her hand reaches out, fidgeting at his shirt, looking for assurance.
"Ookkiee Dookkiee! I will sign you right in!" The droid turned to his datapad. "Nautolan, female, vibrant blue, consultations. Possible cause - two massive tumors on her chest!" The droid started noting in his datapad, leaving Nami alone.
"Well... I was kidding, but now you have me worried." The man said as he took a step back, looking at her collar suspiciously. "You are an escaped slave - damn... I really don't want to get into the way of the local Hutts." He put his hand on his chin.
Seri grimaces, eyes wide as she instantly regrets her panic. She waves her hands, trying to appear far more relaxed that she is. “Oh no! No it’s nothing like that!” She grins broadly, perhaps a little too wide, stepping in after him, “It was just a - a game, that went a little too far…” She trails off, the blush creeping over her cheeks quite genuine as she remembers the circumstances that lead to her collaring. “A bit of, well, private fun that ended up a little less private.” It’s not entirely a lie, she supposes.
Olena hummed as she considered the matter herself. The jungle had the advantage of being a massive pain to find anyone inside, easy to lose oneself much less one's pursuers within the triple-canopy of treetops and hidden paths shrouded by vines and brush. However, there was a limit to how much a small group of rebels - however seasoned they might be - could do to hurt the Empire's presence on the planet. On the other hand, taking the fight to the city could inspire the population to join the rebels in overthrowing the Imperials, but there was an equal chance the citizenry would rat them out to the occupiers... "I suppose it depends on if we can have our cake and eat it too, be able to launch attacks in the city and recuperate in the jungle. If not, then at least work our way up to operating in the city so the people can help us finish the mission."
The man raised an eyebrow. Spoiler: persuasion +2 +9 Vs DC 10 - success "Ah... And let me guess, someone forgot a key or you forgot you had it on?" He asks with slight surprise, but not disbelief. "Alright, I think I have a spanner somewhere to cut those of..." He said as he turned to leave the room.
Adot snorted. "That's the thing. We came here with a mission to fight the imperials directly and take down small garrison. We don't have equipment or training for guerilla warfare." She said as she made her way back to the camp. "From what I heard, the local populace had a sizeable Confederate leanings... And anti republican ones." She shook her head. "This is a fubar mission." She said grimly as the two made their way back.
Seri breathes a sigh of relief as he departs, sinking back down onto the bed. Her head is spinning, both from the flare of panic, and the aftermath of her orgasms. And she still really needs that shower. She swings her feet idly over the edge of the bed, trying to occupy herself, and keep her mind steady, as she waits for Kaangor to return.
Olena's eyes narrowed at the mention of the CIS and its supporters. Her family may not have been on Naboo for long, but the conversations about how things were before the Empire had come up. From what she knew about the Confederacy, it was not a sure thing that they would be friendly with the Rebel Alliance. "... Well, if that's the way it is, they surely don't like the Empire either. If we're able to help them make their own decisions and rule themselves, that's mission accomplished. Isn't it?"
It took a few minutes, then another ten... Finally, after half an hour, the bartender returned, his face little flushed. At Seri's looking at him, his face got little darker. "The technical room requires some cleaning." He said as he coughed and walked up to her. "Now, don't move." He said as he raised the spanner to her neck and started working with the collar.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Adot shook her head. "We are fighting for the Republic- the very thing they raised against..." She sighted. "If we are not careful, this might, very well become a three way war." She hummed as the two continued walking. Very soon, they reached back to the camp. "Any news?" Adot asked as she turned to the man holding the portable radio now. "Now Ma'am. It looks like the Alliance's fleet was either destroyed or retreated from the system." At those words Adot cursed quietly.
