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Post by The Conman on Jun 9, 2015 22:46:24 GMT -5
Donnie snerked when Ervi referred to her drink as a "Fallopian Organism", her understanding of basic being far better than her ability to make words come out of her face. She kept the grin as the Mirilan made the cocktail, pouring the booze together into a wondrous creation of magical adventure. Despite her inked up, tough-girl appearance, Doneeda had a pretty bad sweet tooth, and loved her girly drinks. She'd never been a fan of taking shots if she could avoid it.
The Mirilan presented her drink, complete with umbrella and pineapple which Donnie graciously accepted, then leaned onto the table as she spoke to the man, Donnie getting an eyeful of green boobies. Fantastic green boobies, to her mind. Fantastic green boobies she realized she was staring at as the woman began to speak to the man, negotiating about the job at hand.
The Twi'lek had to agree with her on all points, the 'Rim wasn't really replete for employment if you weren't keen on shooting or being shot at. It seemed she wanted a lift into the inner reaches of the Galaxy, somewhere Donnie had NO intention of going in anything aside from chains. She made a mental note, though, that she was within Comm range of the Snowball, her ship. If worse came to worse, Doneeda figured she'd just toss Ervi the keys and let her take the heap she'd flown in on. Any ship, to her mind, was better than no ship.
Then the stembolts came up.
The man's reaction was nearly everybody's. They were outdated, they weren't reguarly used, and they hadn't been made in nearly 100 years. All of these things Donnie was well aware of. The issue was the Boska had many ships with ages measured in hundreds of years.
Donnie got up from her chair and moved over, occupying the spot Ervi was sitting in beside the man, before she'd put her bartender hat on. She schooched the chair closer to the bar.
"Look, man, don't worry about it, I like stembolts, ok? I...uh...collect them? Or something...." Donnie said, taking a bit of the pineapple and a sip from her drink.
"As far as the price goes-" Donnie said, while chewing the pineapple, taking a sip of her drink to wash it down and looking over at Ervi's breasts.
"Dis realy gud-" She looked over at the man.
"I 'ike 'er, che maek goodrinks." Doneeda said, gesturing to Ervi with her leaning-on-the-bar arm, then looked back at the man.
"Anywho, I don't care about the price, I'll pay you for them-" Donnie said, without realizing she'd brought a few hundred liters of pure alcohol and a variety of spices to trade in the first place.
"-Er...I mean, if you take booze and spices as payment-" She said sheepishly, looking away for a second, trying to figure out how to square up with the man. After a moment, she suddenly realized he was a he and she was a she. Doneeda smirked a small smirk, and looked at him in the eyes.
"-Or we can come to an alternative...arrangement, I mean, we don't have to rush negotiations, do we?" Doneeda asked with a sultry tone, and a slight smirk at the end, hoping he got the gist.
Then, as if the law of the universe was out to get her, her sunglasses, which had been hitherto perched on the top of her head decided to fall down awkwardly onto her face. The woman, surprised, scrambling to grab them and then fumbling them, sending them skittering across the bar and then onto the floor on Ervi's side.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 10, 2015 14:43:10 GMT -5
The Twi'lek and Bax were having some bilingual conversation about their doodads. It was impossible to follow, so Ervi didn't try. Instead, she waited until she heard Basic that seemed to be directed at her. It was from Bax, continuing their little negotiation, and challenging her wiretap statement. As if she didn't know all about government eavesdropping? But it was easier to avoid Imperial outside a capital of both Palpsie's ego and a tradition of opposition. Naboo was a breeding ground for trouble, and nobody'd convince her otherwise.
"I knows about wirefapping-" Ervi began, interjecting belatedly after another burst of Huttese from Doneeda. She had a finger held up for dramatic effect, but it froze up as Doneeda's compliment penetrated her slightly tipsy hearing, and demanded itself to be translated. That derailed her thought, and by the time the Mirialan provided a 'thank you' back, the Huttese was back. It was then she remembered Bax maybe possibly asking for another drink. Even if he didn't, maybe enough moonshine would persuade him to be more helpful.
The Mirialan began the process, but her attention was diverted by the vibes the Twi'lek sent off like a distress signal.
It did prompt a knowing smirk. The vocal drop down to a huskier tone, the body posture, the 'come hither and do me on the table' look...
Are you trying to seduce me Mrs. Doneeda? popped unbidden into Ervi's mind, and she stifled a drunken giggle. It erupted anyway when the sultry seduction was foiled by the shades-fiasco. The pair slid across the bar, hit the synthetic material of Ervi's pants leg, and then slapped directly onto the mat. It prompted Ervisa to look down on it. She shuffled her boots a little, and the result was a disgusting squelching sound.
"Uh, yeah, you're really not going to want those back..."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jun 10, 2015 16:32:10 GMT -5
After letting it hang in the air in anticipation of the age old ritual whenever a deal was struck, Bax moved his back and proceeded to scratch his head instead. He had to let out an annoyed huff at his perceived slight, despite knowing Ervi's mind was probably a million miles away while he was talking. He'd just let the drink things slide, but was beginning to wonder if she repeat his offer again, hopefully so she could hear him this time.
However, the Junker's thoughts about how to compress his message for her mental consumption were interrupted as he got sorta blindsided by Donnie. The reason for her sudden relocation didn't register with him until she moved even closer in. Deep in his brain, Bax's subconscious let out a colossal sigh at this development.
Why, why was it he always ran into the hot woman willing to fuck for food, boredom or fucking stembolts in this case. In one way he felt truly blessed to always seem to be in the right place at the right time with the right junk to get some sweet ass, but on the downside it seemed irrefutable proof that he was an advantage taking scumbag.
Bax was not a bad person, not always the nicest person, yet liked to think he was a decent being in the galaxy on a whole. Situations like this really tested his dedication to doing what he felt was right, or having hot and nasty sex with whichever beautiful accident waiting to happened spread her legs. It truly was a daily struggle, especially of late oddly.
Today he'd flip a coin. He couldn't feel bad if fate thought railing Donnie would be a good idea.
"I'm sure we can work something out." The junker finally stated in a neutral tone, not giving away an once of how excited hbe was for his morals to lose out later.
A sudden beep from his wrist instantly cleared his thoughts of all lewd plans, before he held it up with a grimace. "Look guys, the deadline for the meeting is getting close. Let's discuss the rest of the details on the way to my ship. I'll take my drink to go." Bax somewhat pleaded to his new allies, before bluntly stating he wanted a new sunrise, as he started sliding his gloves back on.
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Post by The Conman on Jun 11, 2015 20:10:02 GMT -5
Donnie laughed and leaned back in her chair, pushing her forever in the way lekku back over her shoulders. Her sunglasses were ruined, but the way it'd happened amused the woman. She gestured in the direction she figured the garbage can was behind the bar.
"Jus tossem" She said, picking up her alcoholic fruit punch and pulling the slice of pineapple off, then taking a sip, peering over the rim of the glass to pay attention to the man as he spoke.
Spoke in a totally disinterested tone.
Somehow, Donnie surmised, he didn't seem interested. She couldn't figure out if it was in her, or the booze, or what, but either way she was irked. The woman had run into guys who weren't into her before, but when she was trying to get somebody to give her a reasonable price on stembolts, it wasn't something she was used to. Doneeda's go-to strategy with most humanoid males was to just show off some cleevage, act interested, and if she liked them, shag 'em. To her it wasn't about getting the stembolts, it was substituting paying credits/booze for some fun together. She'd never fucked somebody she didn't like.
All that being said, she'd never been in a situation where not getting a shipment of stembolts would mean big issues for lots of people, so the woman was in uncharted territory. The woman was about to respond to the man when his watch went off and he asked them to hurry up. Donnie, stood up and finished what was left of her drink, still holding the slice of pineapple and figuring she'd eat it "on the road". The Twi'lek looked over at the man.
"So, before we go on this adventure...uhh...what's your name?" Donnie asked, in huttese, an quizzical look on her face.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 12, 2015 19:49:17 GMT -5
Bax's final word on the negotiation was the equivalent of 'meh we'll figure it out later.' It wasn't the worst response, but all in all it didn't inspire that much confidence. The man just seemed done with the experience. It was also clear he wanted to get up and moving, from the fact he asked for his drink 'to go.'
What precisely that meant was up in the air like a trapeze artist in a Sullustan Circus.
The funny thing about alcohol in most places was that drinking it outside in public was generally illegal, or just a bad idea in general. She'd always tended bar where it was illegal. As to the rest of it, she had to admit it'd take some searching to figure out what to put it in. The best she could say was that Doneeda rightfully agreed she didn't want the shades back, freeing Ervisa from the monumental task of dealing with that floor. Instead her eyes scanned for possible beverage receptacles. There was a large limited edition plastic cup celebrating some holonet release, didn't seem practical.
Further examination also revealed a mug labeled 'number one dad' and a whole bunch of foam insulated cups meant for caf.
Ervi went with those.
She slapped a lid onto it, and set it before Bax. Then the Mirialan pilot walked out, around the bar, and collected her own gloves. They were slightly cool now actually, if still damp, so the result overall was cooling. Once they were secured, Ervisa hoisted her large military-style pack, hanging over her shoulder.
"We ready? And, uh, who's the most sober? For flying reasons. Y'know."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jul 2, 2015 22:01:20 GMT -5
Bax remained silent for a moment after Donnie asked her question, just because he was pretty sure he'd revealed his name earlier. This possibly casted an even longer over his trust of the twi'lek and her skills, until he realized he'd just told Ervi that little tidbit. There was a lesson to be learned about not assuming incompetence with folks in this snap judgement of his.
"Name's Bax, Bax Hubbyle." He finally disclosed, be starting in on his drink for the road before they even left.
Besides needing it to survive earlier, Bax's spacesuit was more a pain than a benefit today. With his main hand occupied with a drink it was up to him to that either wear the thing back to his ship, and face the head within, or carry it in his off hand. Neither was exactly what he wanted to do, but the former at least let him have a free hand.
A minute later of securing the latches and opening the visor, and the junker was ready to step back out into the heat. "I'm flying. Not a hundred percent sober, but I'm up for flying a simple skiff. Unless either of you object..." Bax offhandly mentioned once they exited the establishment, taking a long swing in the middle no less, before starting towards the docking area. "This way, dock 18 is mine."
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Post by The Conman on Jul 2, 2015 22:30:29 GMT -5
Ehhhh...
The Twi'lek responded to Ervi's question, holding a hand out and waggling it a bit, indicating she could drive if she needed too.
I ca' kinna do'eet, bah is no gud idea...
She trailed off nodding to Bax after he said his name, taking a bite of the pineapple and looking quizzically at Bax's choice of attire. Why it hadn't donned on her before she chocked upto simply not paying attention, but the man was wearing a space suit. A fairly decent looking one at that, she guessed. Not being some kind of connoisseur of space suits, however, it just as well could have been a piece of crap. She couldn't really tell.
Either way, the woman was surprised by the fact a human was trouncing around a planet she considered warm in a space suit. She followed Bax and spoke as they walked, curious about the space suit.
Zo...Backz, I'godda as...whas'wida zpaze zoot?
She enquired.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jul 2, 2015 22:57:16 GMT -5
Ervisa felt the wave of heat the second they exited the door. It was like being slapped in the face by an oven mitt, fresh from the rack. Nothing in her experience was capable of preparing her for deserts. The sweat started to form on her forehead. It beaded, and slid down into her eyes. She wiped it off with the back of her arm.
The question over who was sober enough died, when Ervisa steadied herself after almost tripping on nothing.
Sweat was not flattering. But at the least, the hot breeze that caught it seemed very slightly cooler. Ervisa couldn't help slightly raising her arm, subtly, and trying to see if she was stinking. Mirialans weren't made for heat. No way around it. And despite flying around across most of the galaxy, Ervi'd never yet seen any species whose body odor smelled great.
"Palpatine's shriveled nutsack," The Mirialan muttered, "It's too frelling hot."
Doneeda mentioned something.
So backs I gotta ass?
Backs was probably Bax. But frankly Ervisa was pretty certain he'd noticed that ass anyway. It had its own gravitational pull. Currently asstronomers were deliberating putting it on the star charts. The moon to her... binary system. Hehehe.
The other half of words made it clear though. She was asking about the space suit.
That was a damn good question though...
"Yeah, Donner- uh Donatello... Donnie's right about that. What's with the suit? It's got to be hotter than Felucia in there, and twice as moist."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jul 3, 2015 6:16:43 GMT -5
Leading the party towards his ship, hopefully sweet cash later, Bax felt like he was in his own world as he wove through the locals and took another long snip on his sunrise. Every fresh mouthful was like getting a surprise gift every few seconds.
'Either I need to go home or ask Evri to marry me, because I need one of these everyday' the junker though to himself with a smirk.
When Donnie first spoke Bax was so deep in his own thoughts that he assumed he just misheard her, but her grasp of basis was too unmistakeable not to have it haunt your subconscious. Plus, it was then Evri chimed in as well.
"It's not that hot, my balls are only slightly drenched in sweat. Seriously though, I modded this suit with a few things well worth enduring the heat. I'll show them to you when we get to my ship." He explained, before regrettably taking the last swallow of his drink. The junker craved another, but knew he didn't have the ingredients on his ship.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 4, 2015 21:06:02 GMT -5
Doneeda nodded as Ervi spoke and translated her broken basic for her. Despite her efforts to speak more clearly, apparently Bax didn't understand her. The woman wasn't overly put off by it, she hadn't ever really practised basic, so the fact she could communicate at all was something of a miracle to her. The Twi'lek had dropped back by a half a step or so, covertly trying to get a look at Ervi's physique, the Mirilan having a sheen of sweat on her skin that made her all that more enticing, Donnie finally getting a look at her fully, without the darkness of the bar making it difficult.
Suffice it to say, Ervi was nice to look at, Doneeda surmised, a devious smirk forming on her lips as she took the half step to catch back up, as Bax rattled on about his ball sweat.
Ahh...Y'ano...I do'wanna be'seein' naddin bouda schweddy ballz, iz hokay I pazzen' on da'par'da dour?
Donnie asked, looking over at Ervi, hoping she'd agree that seeing how Bax kept his balls from becoming drenched was a tour item worth skipping.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jul 5, 2015 1:58:48 GMT -5
Ervisa blinked mutely for a second or so at Bax's phrasing. Then she grinned, her lips parted wide to reveal a dazzlingly white smile. Either that was one of the worst verbal missteps she'd heard, or one of the worst come-ons that she'd ever heard. Either way it was downright hilarious, made doubly so by the tattered Basic that Doneeda quipped.
Somehow, she couldn't say why, the Twi'lek was operating on the same wavelength. She'd taken the comment as ball-related as well, but the final kicker was hearing 'schweddy balls' in that ridiculously thick accent. At that point the Mirialan had no recourse but to laugh. Her head tilted up to the twilight sky, and she let out a hearty burst of laughter before bending over and slapping her leg.
"Yeah Bax," She managed to say while wiping tears or sweat away from her eyes. "You make that offer to all the girls? Just so hard to resist, they all want to see your ball modifications?"
Ervisa cracked up most of the way through the word modifications, biting her lip a little to try to reign in what shouldn't have been so hilarious.
"Your, uh, schweddy balls are a cool and refreshing treat... on a hot summer's day?"
Try as she might, the emerald-skinned woman couldn't keep a straight face for that, and began laughing again.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jul 5, 2015 21:48:00 GMT -5
Bax had no idea how his gorgeous new friends took his honestly innocent words until the snickering started. Donnie had rambled off something in basic a minute ago, but he didn't think it was anything important if she didn't try to get his attention. It still took him a second to get what Ervi was cracking up about as he whirled around with a puzzled look.
The word smartass immediately crossed his mind as clarity started to finally settle in. The junker sucked his teeth but otherwise remained silent as he let the two bask in his poor choice of words. Honestly, he'd be laughing too if he wasn't still trying to bang the two to some degree. Not taking him seriously now had to be the final nail in that coffin.
"Ahahahahhahha." Bax laughed in a sarcastic manner with an indignant expression, after he thought the joke had gone on too long. "They might be, you'll never know until you give them a lick. The offer is open to both of you, preferably at the same time though. There is one for each of you~" He fired back at Ervi's wise crack with a forced grin.
"We can start the tasting when we get to the ship, so let's hustle!" The junker stated next before jogging off towards his hanger. By the time he arrived the exercise had added a new level of moisture to his sack, and he chuckled about extra flavour before Ervi and Donnie arrived. "Welcome to The Drifter." Bax exclaimed with false gusto as he motioned at his scruffy vessel.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 5, 2015 22:43:22 GMT -5
Donnie tried to contain her laughter while Ervi went at Bax and his ball sweat, but failed miserably, and wound up putting a hand on Ervi's shoulder to support herself. The Man's probably innocent, off handed remark had become far more hilarious than initially intended by the speaker, especially Ervi's remark about them being a cool and refreshing treat. After a moment or two of good, gut aching laughter at the expense of Bax, Donnie took her now sweat-covered hand off Ervi's shoulder.
She looked at it for a moment, and grimaced a bit, looking from her hand, to Ervi, then back to her hand, eventually settling on wiping it on her pants and moving on with her life. Socorro was warm, not enough to make her sweat, but warm, to her anyway. Her physiology was adapted to hot environments, unlike Mirilans, if Ervi was any indication. No sooner had she made her observation than Bax started jogging towards the ship.
Donnie wasn't equipped for jogging, at all.
A reality of being as "well endowed" as she was, was that one required prior notification of physical activity. Not due to her inability to engage in it, no, but due to the need to wear proper undergarments. Unlike the similarly busted, yet fake, Twi'leks people would see on the Holonet or as strippers, Donnie's natural endowment, while fantastically shaped and possessing very little droop, without containment would become everywhere in a hurry. The spectacle of a 6'1 Twi'lek with G cups flying asunder, while an image that brought a smirk to Donnie's face for it's comical value, wasn't what she had in mind for the denizens of Socorro.
No. While she was perfectly able to Jog for kilometres, typically doing at least 5 a day during her morning routine, she did it in what basically amounted to an Iron-Clad sports bra of doom. A piece of clothing who's presence she wasn't currently graced with. The woman's current brassiere was one of her standard, supportive yet comfortable, black ones she carted around with her whenever off the Snowball. Fit for most things, but not jogging.
The upshot was that while Bax and Ervi jogged off towards the ship, Donnie decided to lag behind and sort of power walk, trying to keep up, but not breaking into a full blown jog or run. The result was a very good view of Ervi's fantastically shaped ass and legs. The Twi'lek hadn't ever really even looked into Mirilans. She was aware of them, to be sure, but not of how sexy they could be. Her curious half shaved half long haircut was even growing on Doneeda, the woman wondering if the carpet matched the drapes.
The Twi'lek smirked at that thought...hair...growing...
After a bit she finally caught upto the pair, and looked over Bax's ship, after a moment or two realizing it was a battered G9. That thought was immediatley followed by the realization that the ship she'd brought was perhaps in worse shape, it's atmospheric scrubber consisting of Tater driving around the ship periodically with a partially open oxygen bottle.
She looked over at the pair.
Zo...ze'namen es 'cauze eet driff'in mosa dime? Sorda li'a 'steroid? Widouda powa?
Donnie asked, trying to keep a straight face and seem deadpan, but failing miserably once the last thought popped into her head, her internal filter failing miserably.
Cha ha'da zpaze zoot for can geddoud'n be pushn!
She said gesturing like she was pushing a broken speeder, cracking herself up in the process.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jul 5, 2015 23:46:18 GMT -5
For a split second Ervisa was unsure if Bax was serious, and then it clicked that he was exercising a gleaming bit of humor she hadn't noticed earlier. That prompted an even wider grin. However, that was also when Bax moved to a jog. Ervisa's smile faded into a look of rather fatalistic determination. Her adversary, jogging. Now normally it wasn't. Normally she jogged often. On ship especially, if there was some kind of circular bit she'd do laps. It helped her keep that athletic figure.
The problem was the heat.
Whether it was this way for every Mirialan, she couldn't say, but Ervisa knew she didn't handle heat well. Probably due to how she'd grown up wandering around in freezing temperatures. Or that she'd put on shorts as a kid when most species were putting on light jackets. Stupid Mirial.
Either way, it couldn't be helped. She took a deep breath, and jogged after Bax.
Her boots thudded against the dust with each step, and she could feel the sweat pouring. The green-skinned woman just focused on her breathing as her legs did the work. Her hair tossed about rhythmically with her movement, legs driving like pistons, automatically. Her arms pumped by her sides, and she managed to keep pace with Bax just fine...
But as soon as they were up the ramp, she flung off her pack, and panting heavily, she pulled off her tank top. It wasn't particularly scandalous as she had a sports bra underneath that couldn't be called 'sexy' by any stretch of the imagination. Unless it was the imagination of teenagers, where nothing was safe. Breathing heavily, Ervisa lay herself out lengthwise on the metal deck, her skin flush against the coolness of the air-conditioned flooring.
She stared up at the ceiling for a few long seconds.
"Bax," She finally added, "I love your floor. I'm just going to lie here for a few minutes. And enjoy the fact that it's cool. Just... Go and do whatever. I'll catch on to the plan."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jul 6, 2015 5:40:49 GMT -5
After his have hearted introduction Bax had to raise an eyebrow at Donnie speaking again. Honestly, after being clubbed over the head with that heavy, wonky accent of hers he was starting to get used to what she was saying. However, he still didn't like anyone talking about his baby, so the junker pretended he couldn't.
"Donnie again, NOBODY can understand your basic. Please go with huttese when you want to be understood, especially during what we're going to do later"
As soon as he activated the ramp Bax already started to unzip and unclasp everything needed to remove his suit, but Ervi already beat him to resting mode. Oddly, the sports bra she had wouldn't have appeared sexy on almost anyone else he knew, well except for how Lyra, Kara and especially Donnie would literally be erupting out of it, but it worked very well for her. "Sure, enjoy." Bax replied, while staring at the top of her emerald cleavage.
After he got an eye full, the junker dismissed himself to the fresher and stripped down to just his coat of sweat. The shower that followed was short, but sweet, and he felt just so much better after he turned the water off and stepped out. This little interruption had bumped them fully into late territory, yet it felt a necessary evil. When Bax exited he was sporting a T-shirt advertising the Coruscant Chargers gravball team and a standard pair of broken in pants. A cap advertising Denga's casino was covering over his still moist slicked back hair.
"Alright, we're gonna be separated at least most of the time this deal is going down. So take an earpiece. The range is a few miles each for these models, so we should still be fine." Bax explained after walking over to a small box on top of a much larger one, and producing three ear pieces. He put his in first, tossed one to Donnie but held off on Ervi's for a second. With grace beyond his normal capacity, the junker arched the device over towards the resting miralian, where it landed in the top of her cleavage.
"Swish! I should've played Gravball. *Ahem* alright, weapon cabinet against the wall over there. Take what you know you can use well." He spouted with genuine joy at his choice aim, before settling back down to finish his briefing.
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