Star Wars: Warlords

[majus]

"Don't like the sound of that. What is it?" Olena asked as she returned, following Jackie's voice.

As Olena entered the room, she found Trisk frantically looking through the shelves, looking for aid kit. Jackie sat by the wall, holding her side...

There were also two bodies on the floor, two males, definitely dead.

 

[majus]

Seri makes the wrapping as tight as her shaking hands will allow. She hasn’t the first idea how to properly dress a wound, for all her time spent in Kylos’ lab.

“I’m not even close to a medic.” She mumbles apologetically. “This is the best I can do, until - till N-Nami’s back.”

She gulps thickly, glancing over at the Twi’lek. “She… yeah. There was…” she blinks back the start of a cascade of tears, just about holding herself together. Does she even have it in herself to admit to everything? “She was working at this club where I… I tried to escape - I did escape, for a bit - they blamed her for it, I think.”

Tying piece of cloth around the wound, was easy enough for Seri.

Jura sighted with relief.

"Looks like the bleeding is under control. Thanks Seri." The female smiled at Zeltron.

She carefully hugged Seri, minding her wounded arm and blood.

"There, there. You are safe now." She gently stroked Seri's back.

"So... Twi'lek was forced to work there, or was she working there on her own accord?" She wondered. "Why did she attack you?"

 

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“Mmm.” Nami lets out a little moan at the man’s touch. She straightens up a little, leaning in close, encouraging him to keep going; while she slips her hand down into his unfastened trousers – her fingers gently searching, teasing, stroking. The instinct to please, to give him what he wants, giving her a tingle of anticipation.

A surprised gasp escaped his lips, as he carefully, almost fearfully, put his hands around Nami's sides and started tracing his hands over her.

It did not seem he was experienced...

 

[Elfie]

Tying piece of cloth around the wound, was easy enough for Seri.

Jura sighted with relief.

"Looks like the bleeding is under control. Thanks Seri." The female smiled at Zeltron.

She carefully hugged Seri, minding her wounded arm and blood.

"There, there. You are safe now." She gently stroked Seri's back.

"So... Twi'lek was forced to work there, or was she working there on her own accord?" She wondered. "Why did she attack you?"

Seri flinches at the embrace, then slowly accepts it, huddling against Jura.

But when she tries to speak, she feels an acid rush in her throat, and claps a hand over her mouth, shuddering.

“S-sorry I - I can’t -“ she stammers, squirming free. She stands, hands shaking as she begins to pace. “Shh-she - I don’t know - I think, I think she worked there and I - I had to, to knock her out to escape and I, and I”

She tries to wrestle with herself as panic takes over, her hands clutching at her sides as she rambles. “Th-they were going to auction me. And I - the next time I saw her, they’d punished her for my escape. It was - it was my fault.”

 

[majus]

Seri flinches at the embrace, then slowly accepts it, huddling against Jura.

But when she tries to speak, she feels an acid rush in her throat, and claps a hand over her mouth, shuddering.

“S-sorry I - I can’t -“ she stammers, squirming free. She stands, hands shaking as she begins to pace. “Shh-she - I don’t know - I think, I think she worked there and I - I had to, to knock her out to escape and I, and I”

She tries to wrestle with herself as panic takes over, her hands clutching at her sides as she rambles. “Th-they were going to auction me. And I - the next time I saw her, they’d punished her for my escape. It was - it was my fault.”

Jura frowned as she thought.

"So, if I understand it correctly.... The woman was a slaver, she fucked up letting you escape and was punished for that... And now, she what, came for revenge?" Jura asked as she looked at Seri.

 

[lady-lux]

A surprised gasp escaped his lips, as he carefully, almost fearfully, put his hands around Nami's sides and started tracing his hands over her.

It did not seem he was experienced...

Nami’s head whirled with confused feelings – her own sensations now blending with what she sensed from the merchant. Another man whose name she hadn’t even found out before— was she taking this too far, too fast? Yet she was reluctant to risk souring things by stopping now. The urge to please was strong inside her.

With her free hand she laced her fingers with his own as they stroked her, gently guiding, reassuring. Her other hand sought out the hard shape of his cock, to pleasure him – slowly at first, trying not to overwhelm him. Attentive to the cues she could sense from him, to what he enjoyed.

 

[Elfie]

Jura frowned as she thought.

"So, if I understand it correctly.... The woman was a slaver, she fucked up letting you escape and was punished for that... And now, she what, came for revenge?" Jura asked as she looked at Seri.

Seri tries to stop her pacing, rocking on her heels as she hugs her arms to herself. Eventually she manages a shaky nod, looking anywhere but the Twi’lek - or Jura.

“Yh- yeah. That’s about the long and the short of it, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry you got caught in the middle… but thank you,”

 

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Nami’s head whirled with confused feelings – her own sensations now blending with what she sensed from the merchant. Another man whose name she hadn’t even found out before— was she taking this too far, too fast? Yet she was reluctant to risk souring things by stopping now. The urge to please was strong inside her.

With her free hand she laced her fingers with his own as they stroked her, gently guiding, reassuring. Her other hand sought out the hard shape of his cock, to pleasure him – slowly at first, trying not to overwhelm him. Attentive to the cues she could sense from him, to what he enjoyed.

She could feel his hard-on, in his pants, a bulge slowly growing.
The man moaned lightly, slowly getting more confident. He traced his hands over her neck and face, fingers moving around her tentacles, stroking them slowly.
Then, carefully, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Nami's lips.

 

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Seri tries to stop her pacing, rocking on her heels as she hugs her arms to herself. Eventually she manages a shaky nod, looking anywhere but the Twi’lek - or Jura.

“Yh- yeah. That’s about the long and the short of it, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry you got caught in the middle… but thank you,”

"AH~" Jura's exclamation was filled with a relief. "So she's simply a slaver scum!" She said with a smile. "Oh, so she wanted either revenge... or to capture you."

Jura got up with a grunt. She checked her hand before turning to Seri.

"Anyway..." She stepped in front of Seri and put her arm over Zeltron's shoulder. "You are welcome." She said with a smile.

 

[Elfie]

"AH~" Jura's exclamation was filled with a relief. "So she's simply a slaver scum!" She said with a smile. "Oh, so she wanted either revenge... or to capture you."

Jura got up with a grunt. She checked her hand before turning to Seri.

"Anyway..." She stepped in front of Seri and put her arm over Zeltron's shoulder. "You are welcome." She said with a smile.

Seri can’t quite share Jura’s enthusiasm, as she struggles to get her feelings under control. But at least they’re both alive, mostly unscathed. And she’s glad that - while guilt is tearing her apart - Jura doesn’t blame her.

“I suppose - I suppose we ought to get her back inside. Whether she’s alive or…” she swallows down the word, “could you help me move her?”

 

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Seri can’t quite share Jura’s enthusiasm, as she struggles to get her feelings under control. But at least they’re both alive, mostly unscathed. And she’s glad that - while guilt is tearing her apart - Jura doesn’t blame her.

“I suppose - I suppose we ought to get her back inside. Whether she’s alive or…” she swallows down the word, “could you help me move her?”

Jura nodded her head.

"Don't worry. Wait-" She paused as she looked at Seri more carefully. She frowned. "Wait a moment." She said as she made her way to the downed Twi'lek and knelt beside her. "Yeah..." She said as she turned to Seri. "She's dead." She stated simply, her eyes on Seri.

 

[lady-lux]

She could feel his hard-on, in his pants, a bulge slowly growing.
The man moaned lightly, slowly getting more confident. He traced his hands over her neck and face, fingers moving around her tentacles, stroking them slowly.
Then, carefully, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Nami's lips.

A little jolt ran through Nami. She hesitated a moment before returning the kiss, her upper hand squeezing his a little tighter. Pressing herself in closer, without fully meaning to, wanting more of his touch.

Conflicting desires tangled in her gut. To stop or to keep going, to run away or to stay in this tender embrace… Through it all she tried to remember her priorities. Guilt gnawed at her, from multiple angles at once, but she had a ship full of friends in need of food. She wouldn’t let them down.

Gently, steadily, her hand stroked the merchant’s hardening cock, picking up the pace as he got used to it. Watching for signs of his growing arousal as she prepared for her finale.

 

[Elfie]

Jura nodded her head.

"Don't worry. Wait-" She paused as she looked at Seri more carefully. She frowned. "Wait a moment." She said as she made her way to the downed Twi'lek and knelt beside her. "Yeah..." She said as she turned to Seri. "She's dead." She stated simply, her eyes on Seri.

Seri grasps for the ship’s bay doors, missing the frame and stumbling against it as another bubbling sensation rises in her chest.

Just a little longer just a little longer and then you can fall apart, find somewhere to crawl into and just rot.

She’s never had to confront something like this head on, even the incident in Kaangor’s cantina hadn’t presented her directly with the damage she’d caused. She tries to think, tries to imagine what’s best to do - to take her mind away from the guilt. What would Strog do?

“Wuh.” She stops, clears her throat, tries to stand a little taller. “We need to move her. Back inside the ship for now. Then later we’ll have to - have to find a place to dump the - hmph - the body.”

 

[majus]

A little jolt ran through Nami. She hesitated a moment before returning the kiss, her upper hand squeezing his a little tighter. Pressing herself in closer, without fully meaning to, wanting more of his touch.

Conflicting desires tangled in her gut. To stop or to keep going, to run away or to stay in this tender embrace… Through it all she tried to remember her priorities. Guilt gnawed at her, from multiple angles at once, but she had a ship full of friends in need of food. She wouldn’t let them down.

Gently, steadily, her hand stroked the merchant’s hardening cock, picking up the pace as he got used to it. Watching for signs of his growing arousal as she prepared for her finale.

The man gasped, his hands moving over her frame. He slowly pushed his hands over her clothes, his intentions clear - to strip her.

At the same time, he dropped his pants, a half erect penis dangling in the air.

 

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Seri grasps for the ship’s bay doors, missing the frame and stumbling against it as another bubbling sensation rises in her chest.

Just a little longer just a little longer and then you can fall apart, find somewhere to crawl into and just rot.

She’s never had to confront something like this head on, even the incident in Kaangor’s cantina hadn’t presented her directly with the damage she’d caused. She tries to think, tries to imagine what’s best to do - to take her mind away from the guilt. What would Strog do?

“Wuh.” She stops, clears her throat, tries to stand a little taller. “We need to move her. Back inside the ship for now. Then later we’ll have to - have to find a place to dump the - hmph - the body.”

"Alright." Jura nodded her head as she got up. She hissed. "But, I might not be the best help at the moment." She crouched, then paused as her eyes found something.

"We could use a trash dump..." She said as she nodded in the direction of the wall, where a trash hatch was placed.

 

[Elfie]

"Alright." Jura nodded her head as she got up. She hissed. "But, I might not be the best help at the moment." She crouched, then paused as her eyes found something.

"We could use a trash dump..." She said as she nodded in the direction of the wall, where a trash hatch was placed.

The notion sends a chill through Seri - it could easily have been her dumped into a chute and left for dead. Or actually dead. It seems an awful thing to do to another living being, but then is it that much worse than what she’s already done?

“Kriff. Oh, kriff. A-alright. I suppose that’s all we can do… okay.” She gulps, crouching by the body, beside Jura. “I’ll pull, don’t - don’t strain your hand, just do what you can.”

 

[lady-lux]

The man gasped, his hands moving over her frame. He slowly pushed his hands over her clothes, his intentions clear - to strip her.

At the same time, he dropped his pants, a half erect penis dangling in the air.

A tingle of shameful excitement radiates through Nami’s body. There’s the urge to fully give in, let him have whatever he wants, but— no! She has to take some initiative, some control here.

She helps him to roll her tunic up, bit by bit – tight as it is, it’s a bit of a struggle, uncovering more smooth blue skin inch after inch until finally her tits fall free. Letting him get a good look and feel of them before she begins hunkering down, intending to wrap them around his now bare cock, hoping to bring this to a conclusion on her own terms. If he’ll let her…

 

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The notion sends a chill through Seri - it could easily have been her dumped into a chute and left for dead. Or actually dead. It seems an awful thing to do to another living being, but then is it that much worse than what she’s already done?

“Kriff. Oh, kriff. A-alright. I suppose that’s all we can do… okay.” She gulps, crouching by the body, beside Jura. “I’ll pull, don’t - don’t strain your hand, just do what you can.”

Seri knelt next to the Twi'lek - the purple skinned female wearing just loincloth, hands tied behind her back, rope wrapped around her neck had eyes opened and a vacant look.

Jura grabbed with one hand one ankle and Seri grabbed the other. The two started dragging the woman. It took a few moments, and the two had to pause once, but finally they reached the wall.

Jura let go of the Twi'lek and sighted with relief as she straightened. She grabbed the hatch and opened it.

"Well, it's a long way down." She murmured as she perked inside.

 

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A tingle of shameful excitement radiates through Nami’s body. There’s the urge to fully give in, let him have whatever he wants, but— no! She has to take some initiative, some control here.

She helps him to roll her tunic up, bit by bit – tight as it is, it’s a bit of a struggle, uncovering more smooth blue skin inch after inch until finally her tits fall free. Letting him get a good look and feel of them before she begins hunkering down, intending to wrap them around his now bare cock, hoping to bring this to a conclusion on her own terms. If he’ll let her…

"Oh, yes~" The man gasped as he felt Naomi's tits around his dick. He put his hand on her head as he looked up, before looking down at her.

He licked his lips, then nodded lightly, encouraging her to continue, as his dick became harder, thicker, longer...

He removed his shirt and jacket, now standing all but naked in front of her, with just his boots on.

 

[Elfie]

Seri knelt next to the Twi'lek - the purple skinned female wearing just loincloth, hands tied behind her back, rope wrapped around her neck had eyes opened and a vacant look.

Jura grabbed with one hand one ankle and Seri grabbed the other. The two started dragging the woman. It took a few moments, and the two had to pause once, but finally they reached the wall.

Jura let go of the Twi'lek and sighted with relief as she straightened. She grabbed the hatch and opened it.

"Well, it's a long way down." She murmured as she perked inside.

Seri can’t bring herself to look at the hatch, dreading the moment they topple the Twi’lek inside. She stoops to untangle the rope from the dead woman’s neck, and untie her hands. It seems silly, but she supposes it’s the least she can do. There’s not much she can do to redress her without sacrificing clothes that aren’t hers.

“Alright.” She grits her teeth, jaw tensing, “let’s get it done then, if we’re doing this.”