Clutching the box, Seri pads her way back toward the door, her back to the wall. She nearly yelps in surprise at the Pantoran’s sudden cry of bliss, wincing at the sound and its urgency. Her desire flares inside her, urging her to stay and watch, but she forces herself to take one spy step after another, until she’s at the threshold of the door, and able to slip back out as carefully as she can.
Closing her eyes, Nami let herself take a deep breath. There was a way out. She quickened her pace as she headed towards the control room – faltering only when she realised there might be someone in there, someone who would see her naked and filthy. But there was no choice. No time to waste.
"I'll take four. Ideally, at least two of them will be human, but I'd like to prioritize volunteers." Olena would then go to do just that, recalling who was left in the unit and would be most likely to wish to come along. Hopefully, there were enough comm specialists that she could snag one, alongside at least two humans.
Spoiler 16 Vs DC 10 - success Hitting her lips, Seri quietly moved back, slipping out of the office. She made her way down, uninterrupted, until she reached the back of the warehouse. She passed the door... And she was out. Ready to leave with her new acquisitions.
It took some time - she did not know how much, but finally, she found a room that belonged to technicals. There were some baggy clothes there and showers... And it seemed that no one was here for a last couple of days.
Adot nodded her head, while Rai'ka looked after her as she departed. There were many people she could use. There were more then a couple of simple rebels, a heavy weapon specialist, demolitions specialist, sniper, an engineer, scout, a pilot for some reason ended up here as well... She could choose a pick up to two specialists and two simple soldiers.
Seri does her best to suppress a gasp as she successfully slips past the coiled lovers. She shivers, overcome with an urgent ripple as her body tries to force her to sprint to freedom. But she keeps her cool, steadily retracing her steps, keeping to the shadows with her prize tucked under one arm.
Nami’s eyes darted around the room, alert for any sign of danger – but, nothing. Shivering, she turned her attention to the showers. It made sense to decontaminate herself, didn’t it? No knowing what manner of hazards she’d been exposed to. Surely she had time… She got into the shower, trying to clean herself off quickly. Doing her best to deal with any cum still oozing out of her after – after what had happened. Knowing she could do nothing yet about the rest that was still inside her…
It took a few more moments, but finally, Seri realised she was free - she stole what she came for and additionally, she had a new weapon! A blaster rifle's weight on her shoulder was something that made her gain all the more real~ Then there was the box in her hand - parts for the shop owner, that would allow her to gain the tools she needed!
A fresh water fell on her body - it was soo refreshing for a mostly clean water to wash away the filth. She could feel it slide over her skin, tentacles, over her breasts, stomach, between and over her legs... Soon she closed water. She was still alone. She noticed a mattress and rest was tempting... But she was also on the clock...
With a renewed sense of boldness, Seri makes her way back to the Bothan’s warehouse. She keeps her eyes peeled for any unwelcome attention - or anyone following her, but can’t resist something of a spring in her step as she moves quickly through the station. Arriving back where she began, she enters the shop with a sway in her hips, and a confident grin, planting the box down on the counter with a growing smirk.
The Bothan looked up at her from over his counter, then his eyes moved to the box. "Oh... You succeeded already?" He asked sounding surprised.
“In record time.” Seri smirks, keeping one hand on the box as she leans against the counter. She can’t deny, she’s surprised herself, but her eyes gleam as she see’s an opportunity to push her luck. “So I’m thinking, since I fixed your little problem so quickly, I deserve a further discount. Only fair, right?” She narrows her eyes, that grin still playing over her lips.
For a moment, Nami hesitated. Although she felt better after the shower, the adrenaline of her narrow survival was starting to drain away, leaving pain and weariness in its wake. She bit her lip as she stared at the mattress. If she could just lie down for a while… …after all, she’d let this happen to her, hadn’t she? It was what she deserved, wasn’t it? And the consequences, the shame, were hers to bear— No! She had to keep moving. She grabbed the nearest jumpsuit and began looking for a map or other indication of how to get out of these tunnels, back to the hangar where her ship waited.
The Bothan hesitated as he opened the box. "This is what I requested." He said slowly then glanced up at Seri. "I guess..." He spoke slowly. "What do you have in mind?"
The jumpsuit she grabbed was baggy, little to big and stunk with oil. Still it fit her and covered entire body - it even came in with boots! Also, too big boots. Naomi checked the wall, and found a map on one of the walls - from it, she realised she could see the way out - the way that would bring her back to her dock!
Seri peeks over at the box, nosiness winning out as she inspects what she went off after. She settles back after rising on her toes, a confident smile on her lips, and her arms folded. “How about a further 500 credit discount, in light of my speedy and reliable service?”
Nami’s hands shook with urgency as she fastened up the jumpsuit, quickly abandoning any effort to get it comfortable – its greasy touch against her bare skin somehow made her feel even more naked, but it was better than nothing. She hurried in the direction shown on the map, although moving quickly was awkward, with her feet tripping over the heavy boots and the oversized suit tangling around her. But she had to keep moving. And not let herself think about anything else.
"Five hundred?" The Bothan opened his mouth, then paused, thinking. "And does the gang know that you stole the merchandise?" He asked, carefully.
The way up was complicated, but with map, Nami managed to reach the docks in a reasonable time. Soon, as she reached her ship, breathing heavily from the effort. As she checked the clock, she realised that the other ship, one with former slaves, should be arriving in minutes.
