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Jace snorted as coolant sprayed in his mouth dripping into his beard. Cursing he jerked away from the table as Cal similarly doused in oils attempted to close off the pipe with a pair of pliers. With a click, he stopped the leak wiping his goggles clean with his free hand. Jace ran his hand through his beard shaking the result off with a grunt.
“Bracing. Always did say coolant was an effective beard care product. You got that suture?”
Cal delicately manipulated a tig welder as he spoke. “Yep let me just... there!” With a few sparks, he withdrew the two devices. Both braced for a fresh stream and when the droid chassis remained dormant they gave each other a high five.
“Success?” Walzz called as she brought in a tray of freshly made cookies and blue milk. The two tinkers in near perfect sync raised their goggles to their foreheads and grinned.
“Indeed. Tricky little bit of tubing but I reckon we got it finally.”
Walzz peered at their creation tugging at her tank top absentmindedly. “I’m still not sure why a nanny bot needs a shield generator though, Jace.”
Cal paused in rushing over to grab a cookie and swept his arms dramatically. “But Ms Malj it’s more than just a simple nanny bot! It’s a protector, a paladin, a shield!”
“Yeah so first off stop calling me Ms Malj or Engineer Malj or any combination of those. I’m Walzz, okay kid? Secondly, that’s still some serious hardware.” She observed poking around the guts of the bot.
Jace removed the heavy gloves he was wearing with a shrug before washing his hands. “Well, you did say go crazy kid.”
“That I did.” Walzz conceded going to grab a pile of nearby laundry and bringing it to a washer as she loaded she kept glancing at the two naked Pyso men. Jace and Cal were laughing at ease as they enjoyed her cookies. As she prepared to close the door she cleared her throat.
“Uhh water is terribly expensive here and well my clothes are rather dirty. Would you two mind if I uhh…” She trailed off orange skin bright with embarrassment.
“Do you really need to ask?” Jace joked with a kind smile.
Walzz nodded and shucked her top and overalls. Removing any knickknacks from the pockets she threw them in. Clad only in shorts, a bra and boots she hesitated before shucking the rest and closing the door with a hiss. Finding Jace and Cal more intrusted in her cookies she relaxed and sauntered across the workshop apartment to a box of processors. Grabbing it with a grunt she sidled up beside Jace.
“Right then this bot of yours is gonna need a brain. This here’s a box of unmarked old processors one or two should do.”
As they ate and drank the trio plugged various processors into the computer listening to the voice and protocols that emerged. After passing over several protocol droids, astromech's and one Gonk Droid unit Walzz fished out a sleek bronze chip. Inserting it they waited for it to boot up.
With a whirr, the computer chirped as the processor booted up before a mechanical voice intoned.
“Statement: I live! Analyzing holo-net frequencies. It has been almost one thousand years. Query: Why have I been activated? Why can I not feel my legs? Is this hell, meat bags?”
Walzz and Jace blinked while Cal leaned forward in interest. “Droid state your designation and function.”
“Statement: HK series assassination and bodyguard model. In essence meat bag I am very good at putting holes in meatbags who wish my meatbag harm. Is this answer sufficient?”
Walzz whistled low through her teeth, “Well shit. The HK series is kriffing legendary. Great killers caregivers well not as much.”
“I think there is potential here, don’t ya think Dad?” Cal chirped as he analyzed the code. The voice in a rather passive-aggressive kind of way responded.
“Potential you say? Well, I should hope so I have extinguished more meat bags then this station has seen years. I will also have you know I kept one of my… ‘masters’ alive for almost thirty years. Granted he was missing half his limbs before the end but still a good net result.”
Jace stroked his beard as he gazed at the code. “Yes with a few tweaks… he’ll do fine.”
“Query: Tweaks? What do you mean tweaks?”
Walzz, Jace and Cal grinned at one another. Walzz tapped the table and nodded. “Alright. Let's do it.”
Level 75, Jacki Blade’s Private Sauna
Phara was perplexed. After weeks of nudity, her brief stint of wearing clothes had come to an end. With a sigh of relief, she doffed the blouse she’d been wearing as she and the others stripped down in the locker room. Jemini seemed to be biting her lip as she placed her blaster into a locker while Lanei seemed her usual cheery self as she shed her clothes.
Jacki for his part merely slipped his pants off one-handed revealing a pair of legs equally scarred and tatted as the rest of his body. His manhood hung limp as he turned to grab a stack of towels. As Jemini slid the last of her garments off he beckoned towards a steel door with a glass porthole.
The three entered in front of Jacki who closed the door with a hiss. The interior was made of panelled wood with several benches built around the central stove. The heat was already going a thin pall of steam embracing their bodies as they entered. Lanei gave a pleasured moan as she practically melted onto one of the seats stretching like a cat. Jacki threw her a towel underhanded at her growling.
“Sanitation Tavish.” He passed out the others too Jemini and Phara as he observed, “Still I understand the impulse.” He sat with a sigh opposite of Lanei rubbing the stump where the blade attached tenderly. Phara and Jemini enjoying the steam as well took seats flanking Lanei spreading their bodies out in comfort.
“Do you know why I insist on conducting meetings in here?” Jacki asked scratching his chest looking at them with half-lidded eyes.
“You like looking at beautiful bodies?’ Lanei offered glibly.
“Huh. No, I hold them here for two reasons. I find people are at their most true and honest naked. Also, anyone who is unwilling to sweat while discussing business shouldn’t be trusted. I don’t work with people I don’t trust.” They sat in silence for a moment as he exhaled with a predatory smile.
“Well, it seems to me,” Phara remarked working the knots from her neck, “We’ve already passed two of those tests. We’re nude and we’re sweating in here with you aren’t we?”
Jacki chuckled revealing a set of filed sharp teeth. He pointed with his bladed hand. “This one I like, Lanei. She’s got a warriors spirit, unlike you.”
“Hey! I’ve got plenty of fight in me!” Lanei protested.
“You have a scrappers soul, Lanei. But Phara, Jemini and I, well we are kindred spirits.” Jacki leaned back scratching his chin. “You know if I wasn’t so in love with my lady I would very much like to lay with you two. The passion would be exquisite.”
There was more silence as Jacki gauged their reactions. Phara met his stare unblinkingly while Jemini leaned forward gazing from the corner of her eye. Lanei smirked.
“Ohh come now Jacki why go for those brutish broads when you could have all this,” She rubbed her hands down her side winking in faux seductiveness. Jacki chuckled once more.
“And you meet my advances with humour and poise. Yes, I do believe we can do business.” Jacki dumped some water onto the rocks sending up puffs of steam, “Forgive my forwardness but you two have a strong beauty to you. That is not the matter and however, is it Lanei.”
“Jacki I was a week late! The Empire was all up my ass I couldn’t use my usual channels!” Lanei protested sitting up.
Jacki wiped condensation from his blade. “This I know Lanei but what I said up there still applies. I can’t afford to show favour and I cannot afford to appear a weak taskmaster. You had ample time to get me the money which you have done. This still leaves our debt, however. I cannot simply take an IOU. They need to see there are consequences. That I am fair but stern. Do you understand?”
“Honour,” Jemini nodded, “If your word can be bent even the slightest it will lose it’s meaning.”
Jacki’s smile had just the barest tinge of warmth, “Then we understand each other.”
Lanei’s voice was small, “What are my options?”
“Well, I could always publically chastise you. Whips and all that. Not very appealing to me, however. I could demand more money or something of applicable value. It seems to me however you have fallen on hard times and money is not the issue here. I would accept servitude of some sort or a favour.”
“What type of favour?” Jemini growled as she ran her hands through her hair.
“The type I’d cash in at a later date.”
“Shab that! We don’t need some at my time of my choosing ossick.”
“Then it’s servitude them,” Jacki growled, “Work for me for a month doing hard tasks and you’ll be repaid.”
Lanei sighed. “Fine. I’ll-“
“No, wait,” Phara, declared raising a hand. The sweat-slicked blonde gazed at Jacki as she continued, “You said it yourself their needs to be consequences. They need to be visible. So why not make it a spectacle?”
“Pyso…” Jemini warned.
Jacki gave the pale-skinned woman his full attention as he tapped his blade on the sauna bench rhythmically. “Go on.”
“If I and Jemini are warriors and Lanei’s a scrapper that means we’d put on a mean show in a fight. Or is that pit you have out there just for show?” Phara challenged, “Hell I bet we could go three rounds as we are against anything you could throw at us.”
“Phara don’t-“ Jemini warned raising a hand in protest.
Jacki cut her off. “Three rounds, as you are, on your word?” He held out one rough hand grinning. Phara clasped it with a grin answering.
“Absolutely. You have our word.”
Jacki grinned and smacked his leg with the flat of his blade arm. “Excellent!” Jemini and Lanei slumped back with a groan. “Your fight is tonight exactly as you are now!”
Phara’s cocky grin faded. “Wait… what?”
“You’re right three beautiful nude women fighting with no weapons against all comers? It will be glorious, a real bet maker.”
“No weapons?” Phara whispered weekly slumping into the same position her companions had taken up. Jacki leaned back with a content sigh.
“That was the deal was it not?”
“Shab Pyso you are a hell of a good negotiator!” Jemini growled sarcastically.
Phara breathed in some steam with a sigh. “Ohhh shut it Linaki.”
Jeg’s Karaoke Bar, Level 16
Kara was bouncing in her seat as she sipped her fifth can of pop. The wild girl had taken to the drink like one lost in the desert did to water. Her already hyperactive energy was being supercharged as she bounced open and done.
“THIS IS SO GOOD!” She shrieked reaching for another can. Efia giggled as she drank her own glass of Juice while Malya delicately sipped a cup of bubble tea. Alana for her part had stuck to water while she watched the younger girls closely.
Ooben chuckled at Kara’s antic elbowing one his comrades in the ribs. “She reminds me of you with the vodka huh, Sigggy?”
His drinking companion a pale multi-limbed lanky Xexto snorted. Clad in a black jumpsuit with a matching black toque the man’s lined face glanced sideways at the nude blue being sourly.
“Har, har,” Siglonap deadpanned taking a swig from the can of beer in front of him, "Like you can hold your liquor O.”
A chirping laugh came from the third member of the Orotalan’s drinking party. A splash of bright green and yellow feathers gleamed as the Devlikks long neck bobbed up and down in amusement long feathers around the base of his neck ruffling. His long and narrow beak-like mouth twisted into a grin at his partner’s expense.
“Ohh don’t you start Terl!” Siglonap barked at the smirking avian. Terl Stoab held up his clawed hands up in mock surrender grin growing all the wider.
“What me? Be a pain. Never. I’m here for a-“
“Good time not a long time. So you’ve said. Dozens of times.” Siglonap moaned rubbing his face with one hand.
“Why is that Terl?” Alana asked taking a sip of her water inquisitively.
“Yoy haven’t heard of my species have you?” He asked the Mando with a grin. At her shake of the head, he leaned forward, “Guess my age. Come on.”
Alana shrugged and offered. “Thirty?”
Efia raised a hand “Twenty five!”
Kara still bouncing in her seat squealed “FORTY-SEVEN AND A HALF!” Siglonap but a finger to his ear hole wryly.
“Ohh that voice must never get old. Also, you’re all wrong.“
Terl snickered leaning back far into his chair as possible as he crowed. “Six and a half galactic standard years old.”
“Shab that!” Alana swore incuriously eyes darting all over the smirking rebel. Efia whistled while Kara still seemed to be lost in her sugar high. Ooben and Sig merely nodded solemnly.
“My people got short life spans. Comes from our planet's environment. We’re known to burn bright and fast as we forge our own path in the galaxy. That’s why, say it with me boys,” As one, the three friends spoke together.
“I’m here for a good time not a long time!” Siglonap’s eyes did their damndest to roll out of his sockets as he said it but he accepted Terl toast with his own can. After chugging his drink the bird’s smile turned wistful, “That was the motto of Wan Sandage. I really looked up to him as a chick. Y’know I always thought if things had been different I might’ve taken up podracing like he did…” The Devalikk gazed into his tankard for a moment before smiling and smacking a hand on their table, “Still I found my talent! Namely that of offing Imp’s!”
“Ain’t that the truth!” Siglonap agreed, “Ain’t no one better at killing humans from a distance then Terl. Regular deadeye so he is!”
“Doubt he could outshoot Han Solo.” Efia snorted. Sig’s grin turned sour as the young girl carried on, “I mean, no offence, Terl.”
Terl's red-brown eyes glanced at his pale skinned partner, as he replied, “None taken granny. If what I hear about him is correct I can’t hope to match his quick draw anyway. At a distance mind you...”
“You could take him.” Siglonap growled shortly, “Hell I could take him.”
Kara it seemed had come down from her sugar high and now was paying attention to the conversation, “Maybe but Han’s a pretty big deal! I got to meet him once and he flew me and Cal in the Falcon! It was so cool! He’s such a cool guy y’know?”
Efia nodded, “Totally!”
Siglonap hissed in displeasure and slammed his fists on the table, “Why you kids you always on about that sleemo Solo huh?”
Kara frowned as she stated. “Well… he’s a hero of the rebellion! If it wasn’t for his actions at Yavin 4-“
“Oh, kriffing Yavin Four. Yeah-big hero Han Solo! Coming in at the last minute to save that farm boy’s ass gets you a medal apparently. You kids hear about Scariff?” The white alien growled taking a swig from his drink, “Let me tell you about Scariff. See there used to be a lot more black ops fellas like me! Men and women who’d do anything for the cause you understand? To get the Death Star plans a whole bunch of us volunteered for a suicide mission you get me? They went off and assaulted an Imperial Data Center. They fought like heroes to get those plans man and died to the man. I lost more friends at Scariff then I care to count. But do they get any credit? Nah. Did they get an award? Nah. That bastard though he gets a medal. It’s messed up man. Solo ain’t no hero. He ain’t no hero at all.”
The table was silent at his outburst. Malya who had stayed silent up to this point popped her head up from under the table. “Personally,” She waited for the screams at her appearance to end. Siglonap eyebrow raised watched as she scooted up to sit beside him, “I think the idea of a hero is a useless arbitrary construct that we can never truly live up to. Also judging by Solo’s criminal past he hardly lives up to this idealized concept. Ergo he is indeed not a hero but something of an inspiration many have latched onto as a kind of ‘living legend.’”
There was silence around the table as everyone digested that longwinded statement. Siglonap nodded and waved a server over holding up two fingers. He turned to regard Mayla and clapped her on the shoulder.
“I like you kid. You’re a dark little ankle biter. I am buying you a drink!”
“Ahh slow your roll black ops guy!” Alana protested, “She is not old enough to drink!”
“Ohh come on!’ Malya protested, ”You can’t be much older than me!”
“I’m eighteen actually,” Alana responded nose in the air.
“Huh,” Malya shrugged. Siglonap pointed at the pigtailed girl with a grin.
“Well then, fun police I am buying her a drink and you are drinking it for her! Now about the whole idea of a hero…”
Alana sighed as she slumped back beside Efia. The red-headed girl patted her on the shoulder comfortingly. As Malya and Sig bonded over their dissection of many Alliance hero’s Kara and Ooben started to catch up.
“So Kara tell me about the Bare Squadron would ya? We’ve all heard the rumours but I never thought the Princess would actually go for something like this.”
“Ohhh it’s great!” Kara gushed hands opening another can of pop, “I mean at first it was kind of crazy but once we rescued Keyla, then blew up the Sith Academy and converted Phara to the ways of pure freedom Leia just kind of had to let us form our own badass bare assed team!”
Ooben laughed, “Ha! Why didn’t I ever think of that? Just blow up a bloody top-secret Imperial training facility and they give you your own squad! And a nude one at that!”
“Hey O I know if you’d been there you probably would have taken the base out with your shock stick and a single grenade!” Kara giggled bouncing as she took a fresh sip of pop.
Ooben scratched his chest while looking off heroically into the air, “As I struck my final blow I’d scream “Shocks to be you Imps!” then fry the power-grid.” He and Kara stared at one another for a moment before cackling smacking the table heartily.
The server returned and placed two cans of beer in front of Sig. With a grin, he slid one towards Alana. The Mando glanced at it sighed and opened it. Sig raised his can in mock salute.
“Too dark little ankle biters who know what’s up!” he grinned taking a swig. Alana with a grimace threw back her head and started drinking. And drinking. And drinking. She held up a finger as her throat continued to bob before slamming down the empty can with a sigh. At everyone’s stare, she grinned toothily.
“Never underestimate a Mandalorian cook. Stomachs of beskar!” She burped to punctuate the statement hands going to her mouth meekly.
Siglonap clapped his hands, “Ohh hell yes! Another!”
Terl chuckled as he rose from his seat, “I’ll put our names up for the Karaoke machine. Something tells me this group is going to be wild!”
The Morality, Moff Tylle’s Office
Nikal grunted as she buttoned up her top button hissing at the way it chafed her neck. She’d never been one for dress uniforms which she supposed is why Tylle had taken a liking to her in the first place. Still, on board, the ship appearances had to be maintained. So she suffered.
With a hiss, the elevators door opened disgorging her into a short bare hallway that led to a simple door. There was none of the extravagances or gild that many Imperial officers put on. It was one of the many reasons Nikal had taken a liking to Tylle.
Buzzing the door open Nikal entered her boss’ office to find it empty of the man himself. Tylle had allowed himself a few luxuries. A simple wooden hand carved desk adorned the centre of the room surrounded by two bookshelves crowded with various holo tapes and manuscripts. Among the titles, Nikal spied several comprehensive studies of anthropology, sociology and government.
Nikal smiled softly as she approached the cluttered desk. For a man who was so precise in everything else it always amused her to see his workspace the exact opposite. Nikal picked up a framed picture from the desk and turned it over.
A longhaired bearded Tex beamed back at her one foot up on top a collection of crates. To his left, a big shaggy-haired man in agent armour stood armours crossed laughing at some joke while beside him a sultry looking red Zeltron posed one hand on her hip the other to her chest. To Tex’s right, Nikal found her own face smudged with dirt smiling brightly while beside her an older dark-skinned human stood with a slight smile on his face tactical rifle at his shoulder.
Nikal heart in her throat rubbed her thumb over the red-skinned woman with a sad look. A squeak of a bare sole on the floor caused her ears to twitch and her lips curl into a smile.
“Happy days huh?” Tylle’s voice came from behind her. Nikal smiled and placed the holo back on his desk. She turned back to regard a towel-clad Tylle. The Moff’s body was as toned as Nikal’s own marred only by old burn scars across his right forearm and an old blaster scar on his left shoulder. “Dressed up much?” He remarked with a grin.
Nikal sighed and loosened her top button glaring at her boss. “You could’ve told me this was an informal meeting, Tex. Want to put some pants on?”
“Come now Nikki it’s nothing you ain’t seen before.” Tylle grinned passing her towards a dresser. Dropping his towel casually he searched through his drawers for a pair of loose sweats. Donning them he turned and cracked his neck. “Friendly spar?”
“Right after a shower?” Nikal asked loosening her coat eyebrow raised.
“When else?” The Moff grinned, “I’m nice and limber. Come on, be a dear.”
Nikal chuckled and stripped out of her stiff uniform to her sport style undergarments. The two moved onto Tylle’s small training pad and began to stretch eyeing one as they talked casually.
“So what do you think of our new assets?” Tylle asked rotating his right shoulder experimentally.
Nikal mentally frowned at the word assets but answered as she lunged forward stretching out her leg. “By all accounts, Saxx is an effective commander. His track record proves that he is utterly ruthless and merciless. I found the part about his wife in the file to be…”
“Upsetting?” Tylle offered bending over to touch his toes.
“Very. Puts a lot of what he does in context though. Still, he’s very extreme don’t you think Tex? Most of these ‘rebels’ are…”
“Young?” The Moff asked cracking his neck with his fist.
Nikal rotated her torso frowning, “Yes.”
“Hmmph,” Tex grunted settling into a ready stance legs spread and arms held loosely at his sides, “Your point is? Young or old they can still hold a gun and kill one of our own.”
Nikal bit her lip and settled into her own stance one leg before the other and hands held in the classic boxing pose. The two nodded at one another and started circling. “Even still Tex they could be re-educated. Saxx will just massacre them given the chance.” Nikal punctuated her statement with a series of swift jabs to the face, which Tylle simply evaded by fading backwards.
“Well,” Tex replied pirouetting to deliver a sweeping kick Nikal dodged by jumping over, “As Sargent Arimais rightfully observed they have lost family to the Empire. While we may well be a force for good,” He batted aside two more of Nikal’s blows, “They will always see us as the force that took their family from them. No amount of re-education will change that.”
Nikal leapt forward kicking at his bare chest. The Moff spun away lightly causing her foot to slam down on the pad. Twisting she delivered a powerful blow with her first which Tex caught with his own. They both pulled away circling as he carried on.
“Saxx aside what are your thoughts on our other colleagues? You and Sandorn certainly seemed to have bonded in my absence.” He remarked casually catching Nikal off guard. She barely turned away his swift jab to her sternum as she faded back from his advance. Stopping his fist with her forearm she growled.
“You’re monitoring me now?” His eyes were cold as he responded.
“Please. We’re ISB. We monitor everyone or have you forgotten that? Your analysis of the captain, Agent?” The two circled each other once more as Nikal responded.
“As I’m sure you already know he far smarter then he looks. Honestly, he strikes me as the type who can tread water with the best of them. He’ll stay loyal so as long as you treat him right.” She jumped forward and gave two sharp kicks that Tex intercepted with his arms.
“Not quite the brute I first pegged him for. Interesting.”
“Did he have a point?” Nikal asked throwing a punch. Tex caught her arms and dragged her into a hold, chest pressed up against her back. His breath was hot on her neck as he responded.
“What point was that?”
Nikal strained against his hold as she breathed, “Do you see us all as tools? As assets?”
“Well yes.” Tylle responded, “You are all here based on the merit of skill. Except you, you’re…” Nikal head-butted him causing him to release her with an oath. Tylle spat some blood as he finished, “A bitch but my friend. The rest of them are… useful. Really Nikki, the face?”
Nikal smirked in satisfaction, “What you get for monitoring me sleemo.”
“Ohh sleemo am I? Low blow Agent low blow.” Tex dancing across the matt gave a series of swift open-palmed strikes all over Nikal's body, which she dodged or countered breathing heavily, “Tell me what have you noticed about our friends in black?”
Nikal pushed him away body wet with sweat as she responded, “The Blademaster remains an enigma. Best I can tell though he has a… weakness for Phara. As for the kid… he’s blinded by his hatred of her. That being said I’ve noticed something… different about him since that Debacle on Dathomir. A strength even.”
Tylle nodded, “Indeed. I shudder to have another one on board as well. Her file is… disturbing.”
Nikal used his momentary distraction him to leapt at him and perform a scissor kick legs wrapping around his neck. He caught the small of her back as she twisted dragging them both to the ground. Nikal rolled free and proceeded to grapple with Tylle as she grunted.
“Well being essentially brought back from the dead doesn’t make for… pleasant shall we say reading material.”
The two disengaged and both lashed out. With a smack, Tylle’s misjudged blow hit Nikal right in her left breast. Nikal gasped and her stomach shot went wide smacking directly into Tylle’s groin.
With moans of identical pain, the two collapsed on their sides. Nikal hissed as yanked off her bra studying he breasts. “Asshole! Do you know how sensitive these things are?!”
Tex moaned as he clutched his family jewels. “I’d retort but it feels like someone just numbed my entire lower body you bitch!” The two lay there for a moment as the pain faded and started to laugh.
They rose wiping their faces as Tex suggested, “Well I think I’m done. Want to help me sort through some files? Pretty sure I have a can of the tea you like somewhere in all that.”
Nikal smiled as she rolled to her feet. “I’d like that Tex.”
The Longclaw, Bay 39 Level 12
Keyla giggled as she stumbled into the cockpit of the Longclaw. The old yacht had a modest bridge with a raised seat for the pilot and half dozen seats for passengers. Mhisha followed in her wake bottle in hand. With a grin, Keyla collapsed into her seat spinning around.
“And this is where the magic happens!”
Mhisha grinned, “Yes, I have seen it before.”
“Well with all the craziness since you came aboard I figured it was past time you got the grand tour!” She chuckled hands on her chin as she gazed at Mhisha. The soldier sunk into the co-pilot chair half-full bottle sloshing in his fist.
“I have to say it’s a sweet set up you got here, cap. Deluxe washrooms, a training room, and armoury it’s damn impressive. How’d you get it?”
Keyla smile turned wistful, “An old friend gifted it to me after his death. He was quite the businessman in his youth and well he had a pretty bitchin sense of style so he did.”
Mhisha smiled kindly and raised the bottle, “To a bitchin sense of style and absent friends.” He took a draught and tossed it underhanded to her. Despite her inebriated state, the orange woman caught it deftly raised it and toasted.
“To absent friends!” She downed another dram and lay back gazing at Mhisha’s abs through half-lidded eyes, “So Mhisha tell me is there anything waiting at home for ya? Family, girlfriend, kids?”
“Back on Idrionia? Just my sisters. Those three went up into the mountains after I was taken. Gods if we get the chance I hope we can go check on them. I had a girlfriend back with Havoc Squad but well the war happened.”
“I’m sorry.” Keyla consoled as she gazed at his open face. He smiled at her.
“But still now I’m free thanks to you and I’ve got myself a new team. How about you?” Mhisha gazed at Keyla's chest and face as he asked, “Any family back home? A boyfriend?”
Keyla stretched upwards cracking her back like a cat as she replied, “After my mama died and I… did what I did I had to leave. I had an uncle on my Dad’s side. He had a daughter little girl named Ria Kaeno. He used to follow me everywhere… I always wondered what happened to them after I left. As for a man well I had a few over the years. None ever really took.”
“Pity that,” Mhisha remarked smiling softly, “I’m sure your cousin grew up all right. If she has even a drop of the same blood you do she turned into a hell of a woman.”
“Lieutenant Sahshvy are you hitting on me?” Keyla asked grinning goofily.
“Is it working Captain Kaeno?” Mhisha grinned waggling his eyebrows.
“Hmmm, I haven’t decided yet,” Keyla responded. The two burst into laughter.
Jom Aburazy shook his head from his perch outside the cockpit. Grabbing his blowtorch he scrambled off muttering.
“What type of squad is this?”
Level 75, Jacki’s Fight Pits
Lanei, Phara and Jemini were stretching in the half-light of the gladiator pits. From outside the chatter of a slowly increasing crowd drew their attention. Jacki had set the fight up disturbingly fast and as they readied themselves they couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement.
The man himself entered the pit. Jacki had redonned his pants and a pair of business like combat boots. Across his chest, he now wore a sharp leather vest festooned with throwing knives. From his hip, a machete hung while on his other a long skinning knife rested. He smacked a gloved hand to his chest.
“I must say the prospect of seeing three beautiful nude woman go toe to toe against all comers has been quite the crowd drawer. You were right Phara. This won’t just settle my blood debt, no, this will make a tidy profit besides! Right tidy.”
“Outstanding! I’m so happy for you.” Jemini deadpanned cracking the knuckles of her first. Lanei grinned winningly.
“What she means is we are happy to help, Jacki. Now if you could just give me, I don’t know a shank and maybe that lovely machete I think it’d be much more amusing don’t you?”
“Don’t you worry. You’ll get a weapon in the second round if ya last that long that is.”
“Oh we’ll last!” Phara boasted smacking her fist to her chest.
Jacki laughed heartily, “When the gate rises step out. Be true warriors. Gods I wish was going out there with you! Nothing but your wits and your own two fists,” He glanced at his blade arm sourly, “Well my one fist in my case. It’s truly the purest form of combat. I wish you well!” The big gangster walked out and the door hissed shut behind him.
Phara blanched, “Guys I don’t know if we’ll last! Without my lightsaber, I just don’t know-“
“Hey,” Jemini growled, “We’ll be fine. Just give them a hello kiss with that rock skull of yours yeah? Also, you really should have thought of this before now, hey?”
The chatter of the crowd grew ever louder as the three readied themselves in the shadows.
Level 16, Jeg’s Karaoke Bar
With a giggle, Kara dragged Alana and Efia towards the stage. Terl, Ooben, Sig and Malya followed in their wake chattering. Kara bounced onto the stage squealing at the lights and the microphone.
Ooben in his trumpeting voice declared, “Alright chaps we have it for the next half hour or so. Who’s first?”
“My vote is for Prudy Mcdsrinksalot,” Siglonap slurred pointing at a ruddy-faced Alana. Alana raised her hands in protest with a smirk but was dragged onto the stage by a happily bouncing Kara and Efia. Straightening her toga she scanned through the selection before grinning and declaring,
“This one goes out to all my vode.” With a deep breath, she sang high and auto-tuned, “COuruscant LOooooove!”
Level 75. The Fight Pits
With a rumble the pit gate lifted. Squaring her shoulders Jemini led Phara and Lanei from the darkness into the light of the crowd. Immediately cheers and wolf whistles began as the three nude woman walked to the centre of the pit. Crowding the sides were dozens of species all looking rougher than the next jostling and drinking together.
Jacki held a place of honour and seemed to be finished yelling something.
“May I present to you the Nude Threesomeeeeee!”
“Really poor choice of words.” Phara sighed facepalming at the crowd's raucous cheers.
Lanei shrugged. “Meh, it’s got potential.”
“Shut up and get ready.” Jemini growled raising her fists. Phara settled into a more martial stance one leg swept back bouncing on the balls of her feet. Lanei out her fists up in the classic pugilist pose wrists bent.
“Coruscant knows how to party
Coruscant knows how to party
In the city of Triple Zip
In the city of 1313
We keep it rockin, keep it rockin.”
They hadn’t long to wait for their challengers. From the opposite side of the pit, a dozen lightly armoured figures emerged a whole mix of races. Each of them proudly sported scars and gang tattoos and seemed to be relishing the crowd's attention. Jemini glanced at Phara.
“One on six. Not the worse odds.”
Lanei frowned silver eyes gleaming, “You do mean one on four, right?”
“One on six, you’re right I’ve dealt with worse,” Phara replied seemingly ignoring the diminutive hacker.
“Go to hell the both of you!” Lanei hissed with a glare. Jacki raised his blade hand high.
“Combatants!” He paused for the hushing effect his raised arm had. The twelve had spread out around the three cracking their knuckles leeringly. The gangster chopped it down with a grin. “FIGHT!”
“Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that untouchable like Palpatine
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex.”
With a roar, a buff human bum rushed Phara arms outstretched. With a savage grin, Phara leapt into the air spin kicking him right in the head. With a grunt, the big man ploughed face first into the ground as Phara landed on his back kicking an oncoming Rodian woman in the face.
Jemini for her pat pressed the attack clotheslining a Zabrak and stomping on his head. She received a series of lightning swift jabs to the side in kind from a shaven-headed human woman. Jemini responded with a haymaker to the face sending her spinning.
Lanei screeched like a banshee leapt upon a one-eyed Klantoonian. The dog-like man growl was muffled by her chest as she clawed and beat at his head. With a growl, he grabbed her by the legs and threw the petite woman at a three-armed Besalik. Twisting in mid-air Lanei smacked into his face and slithering like an eel wrapped her self around her neck shrieking.
“We in skyscraper planet where the bomb-ass spice be
The planet where you never find a dance floor empty
And Imps be on a mission for them creds
Lean mean money making machines serving fiends
I been in the game twenty years makin rap tunes
Ever since the Seppies attacked the Rhishi Moon!”
Lanei’s ‘mount’ roared in anger and started stumbling around arms scrambling to dislodge the girl wrapped around his neck. His wild blows coldcocked a gladiator sneaking behind Phara. As he rumbled across the pit the crowd howled with laughter as she bit down on his fin.
Phara nearly stumbled over the unconscious gladiator before delivering a roundhouse kick to the Rodians sternum sending him to the ground in a puff of sand. Scarcely a second later a whip-thin Twilek caught her in a hold. Phara bucked sending the two of them to the sandy ground where she wiggled free pinning him and wailing with her fists on his face.
Jemini smashed the face of the bald woman into her knee breaking her nose with a crunch. Dodging a wild haymaker she popped up and delivered a blow right to the nose of a masked humanoid. Swaying he collapsed backwards as two near identical looking humans came at the Mando who gave a roar as she charged to meet them.
“Now it’s 95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin’, looking like I robbed Mas Amada
It’s all good from the Senate to the Works
Your planet is the bomb if your planet is makin’ pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Max put it down Corscua-n-t!"
Jemini reeled as received a sharp blow to her face and gasped as she spun into a harsh kick to her stomach. Landing on her ass she twisted coughing dodging the follow-up stomp. Grabbing a handful of sand she cast it into the eyes of one of her attackers blinding him. Rolling to her feet she shoulder checked his brother forcing them apart before head-butting him in the face. Releasing she spun around body burning with adrenaline and punched the blinded man in the back of the skull before kneeing the man clutching his nose in the fruits.
Lanei’s mount driven mad by the pain and the banshee-like wailing the hacker was making had begun to repeatedly smash himself into the side of the pit to a great cheer each time. Lanei nimble as a monkey always just avoided his increasingly erratic efforts. Jacki laughed uproariously from his booth smacking the arm of a server as he did.
Phara was wrestling desperately with the Klantoonian against the pit wall. The two snarled in one another’s face as they pushed back and forth till a thus caused them both to break their gaze. The stumbling Besalik a laughing Lanei on his shoulders was running headfirst for them. With a curse, the two leapt away to either side as with a thud that shook the room his head smashed into the pit side.
“Coruscant knows how to party
In the city of Triple Zip
In the city of 1313
We keep it rockin,
Shake, shake it, baby
Shake, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cori
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it!”
With a warbling moan, the three-armed brawler slumped gently to the ground. Lanei rolled off in front of the Klantoonian. The hacker looked up blinked and then punched him in the nuts. He sank to his knees head dropping to Lanei’s eye level who proceeded to pummel him even further down.
A rotating Charigan meanwhile charged Phara horns lowered like a bull. His horn barely missed her sides as his forehead slammed into her chest just below he breasts lifting her up. Phara wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed causing his charge to first falter then, to stumble and finally to fall to his knees as she choked him out.
The man finally gave way to Jemini’s relentless barrage of kicks and punches collapsing on his side. With a shriek, a female Cathar clawed Jemini across her back leaving a series of deep parallel scratches on her back. Jemini swung around receiving a fresh set across her belly. Hopping backwards Jemini dodged several more slashes as the cat-like woman came on with a hiss.
“Out on bail, fresh out of jail, Coruscant dreamin’
Soon as I step on the scene, I’m hearin’ Twilighters screamin’
Fiendin’ for money and Alcohol the life of a Southern Underground player
Where cowards die and the strong ball
Only in Cori where we riot, not really, to live and die
In 000 we wearin’ Chuck not Ballys (yeah that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do
Flossin; but have caution: we collide with other crews.”
Phara released her leg lock and let the Charigans slack face slump into the sand. Lanei helped the pale woman up and two turned to face the still winded Rodian and a bloody-faced woman with a crooked nose. With a yell, the two charged them faces set in rage.
Jemini dodged yet another set of raking claws. With a grunt, she stepped forward and caught the next swipe with her forearm. The Cathar grinned as her claws sank deep into the Mando's arm a smile that froze as Jemini used her free hand to grab her attackers arm. With a grin Jemini flipped the fighter over her shoulder slamming her into the arena floor. Fist raised she then punched the woman till she stopped struggling.
“Famous because we program
Galaxy wide, let them recognize from Corellia to Balmora
It’s Triple Zip, so you know the center won’t bow
Down to no man.
“Say what you say, but give me the bomb beats from Rebo
Let me serenade the seats of Coruscant
From Invisec to Coco Town, the Senate and back down
Cori is where they put their mack down; give me love!”
Lanei cannonballed into the Rodian bringing him down with a moan. The hacker leapt to her feet and kicked him into the fetal position hand raised in surrender. Limping away she held up her hand in victory.
Phara caught the wild blow of the bald woman and dragged her in close. Head going back like a woodpecker she head-butted her already broken nose dropping her like a sack of bricks. Phara made her way to the centre as well to where a bloody Jemini now stood fist raised.
As the crowd cheering Jacki grabbed a proffered microphone from one of his underlings. Climbing on top of the railing he creamed into is muscles in his neck bulging.
“THAT WAS F*$KING AWESOME! GIVE IT UP FOR THESE NAKED BADASSES!”
“Coruscant knows how to party
Coruscant knows how to party
In the city of Triple Zip
In the city of 1313
We keep it rockin,
Shake, shake it, baby
Shake, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cori
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it!"