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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 21, 2015 22:39:29 GMT -5
Ervisa was a restrained partier. It was mostly necessity. Alcohol was tempting enough. As a bartender she had that on hand constantly. Spice was even more tempting, and as a good bartender she'd had some of that around. Rule number one for tending bar in any true den of iniquity and vice was to have some of that shit on hand. If it was a fine establishment, known for class, then you kept the really good shit around.
Either way, since her first week on Pantolomin, which was probably still famous among locals, the Mirialan woman hadn't touched the stuff. Donnie, however, had. Big time. Surprisingly, given how Ervisa didn't care about other women, it had gone well. A good time had been experienced by all parties involved. Ervisa had been the gladdest to leave the hot water, and the only one to enjoy the cold night air on her skin.
They'd all enjoyed her skin though.
As it happened, the Mirialan was one of those women who could sleep anywhere, and through most levels of background noise, but who woke up rapidly when exposed to any motion. Needless to say, her blue-grey eyes opened right up to a view of tan ass moving towards the bathroom. Apparently shared-body-heat was over and done with the night. Which, candidly, suited her fine. A good time was nice, but she usually went to sleep alone, and liked it that way.
Somehow, closer examination revealed that her hair was dangling around her head, partially off the bed, and looking up revealed one leg was bent oddly, the other was hugged to Bax's chest. Her arms, mercifully were no problem, and so she lifted her torso up with well-developed abs, and tossed her hair off of her face. Through some slow and steady pulling, she was able to slide her leg away to freedom, then slid off the bed, and noiselessly wandered back to wherever her underpants and bra had stayed. She put them on, and then wandered back to the bathroom, hoping there'd be a comb.
Donnie was there still. Ervisa gave her a nod in the mirror, then looked around in the drawers.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 24, 2015 0:01:55 GMT -5
Contrary to his normal sleep habits, Bax was actually the first to awaken that morning, even though he opted not to climb out bed quite yet. Fitting of some who had a wild day of drinking and high stakes business before retiring for the night to drink some more and rail a soldier and a giantess, he was was still really beat. His muscles ached all over, his head was throbbing, and he felt the oddest sense of lingering "awareness".
The last one was a tell tale sign he must've done a few lines of glitterstem during some part of the party, yet know for a fact he didn't bring any with him. Besides the few times he'd come into a shipment of the stuff, spice was not something that Bax liked to really mess with. Less for the fact most of it was highly illegal and mostly because he liked to have a certain respectability with his reputation.
That being said, glitterstem did help bring out the best sex one could ever have. With the spice gained telepathy, why enjoy one mental high of an orgasm when you could lose your mind over three in last night's case. Several times in fact. Still, the blackouts were awful.
The junker busied himself getting a few black kiss curls from his teeth while the sunrise began to bathe the room in light, but he soon fell asleep. One of his eyes shot open after feeling the lightest of the pretty pair get off the bed, then a sly smirk spread while watching just how wonderful her ass looked as it was in motion. However, it was a sharp pang in his bladder while rolling over that prompted Bax to rise from his still warm spot.
Getting up unfortunately only seemed to add gravity to the forces working against his bladder's muscles, so he skipped clothes in favor of following Ervi to the bathroom. He'd somehow expecting her to be preparing for a shower or brushing her teeth, so finding Donnie on the toilet wasn't a part of his plan. Before the sight of her brought life rushing back to the hungry kraken, Bax nudged Ervi over with a slight bump of his elbow and an "'scuse me."
Laying his tackle on the marble edge of the sink, the junker let loose a strong, dark, liquor soured stream of piss at the drain. Relief visibly washed over his face at the sudden release, and he leaned his head back with a satisfied smile plastered on his face. "Ohhh..ho.ho..*whew*...oh, that's good." He blurted, riding the euphoria despite present company.
"So...hope you guys had as nice a night as I did~." The junker followed up playfully, as the dark yellow stream began to die down, but his wide smile enduring on.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 29, 2015 19:59:18 GMT -5
Donnie had her hands behind her head, arching her back, stretching while she drained her bladder, a wonderful sensation. Hard drugs, and lots of sex, had a way of making her forget to find a bathroom, which, based on how long her business was taking, seemed like they'd gone on for the vast majority of the night. Not that she remembered, as Ervi came in she had a couple of quick flashes pop through her mind, blurs of what'd transpired.
One of those blurs reminded the woman, she'd meant to find out if Ervi's carpet matched the...curtain? Doneeda was well aware she'd probably found out at some point the previous night, but her memory, which was saying something for a Twi'lek, given their propensity for an edidetic memory. She made a mental note to take a look at the pile of drugs, presumably brought by their purple benefactor. She'd told her wife a few years ago that "rolls in the snow" would be a thing of the past.
The woman's pilot's eyes, sharper than a hawks, caught a piercing peeking through the skin-tight fabric of Ervi's bottoms. Not that it really required them, Ervi's crotch was basically a foot or two from her face, it was all very hard to miss. That much was answered, there was a piercing, so all she required was to ask the next logical question.
Something she was about to do, quietly, maybe even tactfully, until Bax barged in, gently nudged Ervi out of the way, and started pissing in the sink. Donnie snerked, finishing literally as he started. She grabbed some of the TP, cleaned herself up, and then stood up and flushed, then meandered behind him and looked at herself in the mirror while he finished up. As he did, Doneeda's arms found their way around Bax's midsection under his arms and a hand started playing with his chest hair, boobs pressed up against his back.
There were those who said Doneedas'Oaknadaa didn't have an off-switch. While she would sometimes argue that this wasn't the case, in reality, probably due to her being dropped on her head during her formative years, she really didn't.
The woman craned her neck around from behind Bax and gave him a peck on the cheek, devious grin dancing across her dark features.
"We can have a good morning too..." Donnie said in a sultury tone, letting the man go from her gentle embrace.
" I'll be in the bedroom." She said, turning and walking out of the room, giving Ervi a gentle smack on the ass on the way out, swaying her hips as she went.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 29, 2015 20:50:59 GMT -5
Ervisa found the comb, in the second drawer she looked in, and she began tackling her hair. She combed it all over onto one side, the short buzz of the other side feeling fresh and cool again. Her fingers danced lightly through it, and she made some final adjustments, only to have Bax elbow her aside. And a very halfass courteous comment. Ervisa had to admit she wasn't endeared by it. Even less so when he pissed in the sink.
The Mirialan blinked a few times. This was like something you saw in a movie. She was a little too confused to respond at first.
By the time she'd decided on something like, the fuck? And querying if he was raised in a barn, she realized her protestation had been too slow, because Donnie was off the toilet, and apparently trying to sex up Bax again. It was right around that moment when Ervisa had a good, solid amount of perspective. It came in doses, from time to time. You'd be walking down the street, something would happen, and you'd get an idea. Maybe it was something like inventing the hyperdrive, or maybe it was inventing a toaster that makes a whole loaf at once.
What was dancing through her head was that she was right here, in her underpants, next to a man who pissed in the sink, and a woman who was trying to sex him up again, and who didn't wash her hands to top it all off. It wasn't that Ervisa was a total neat freak. She worked often outside, in dirt and mud, and she'd used a bush many times when a shitter was otherwise unavailable. But... When somebody put her up in the Ritz, she used the sink, the shower, and the porcelain throne as their designers had intended.
It was like, when you got offered a little civilization, you made the most of it.
Ervisa sighed. The slap on her ass didn't change things any either.
Her bare legs carried her out to the veranda. Along the way she found a pack of tabac cigarettes, and a lighter. She'd quit. But the magic was that quitting was easy, she'd done it a hundred times. Besides it felt better to sit on that veranda, near the hot tub from last night, and watch the morning sun taking a leisurely climb across the sky. She slipped one cigarette between her lips, and lit it up, taking a firm drag to get it started. She inhaled it slowly, steadily. It stayed in her lungs for a long minute, when she held it between two fingers, and then exhaled it all in a steady plume.
Corellia maybe. Maybe she'd go back to it. With luck she'd find a better job than the usual 9 to 5 shit. All she really needed was a place to stay.
Maybe she was just getting too old and too respectable for this nomadic spacer shit.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jan 26, 2016 21:51:23 GMT -5
It wasn't a rule that had come up often, or at all really, but Bax really didn't like to be touched while draining his snake or cutting a loaf. Both were things he oddly enjoyed on a sensual and mental level, the physical relief of discarding waste from your body and the feeling of because a little more pure on the inside than you were mere moments ago. Donnie didn't know about the Junker's odd irritation from having his time to enjoy his well deserved piss with his own thoughts, so he didn't even bother to mention anything once she approached his back.
Plus, boobs against his back beat bladder release in awesome feeling EVERY time.
The stunning Twi'lek's presence nearly roused the kraken from its slumber, but Bax was honestly too beat to really give the giant gal the thrusting she deserved, at least before he had breakfast. The loud smack that resounded in the tiny room astounded him for a fraction of a second, while he briefly wondered what could've she made it with.
The second sound of footsteps instantly brought back the fond memory of what a lovely resonance a certain green ass made when it was slapped. As if fatigue wasn't enough to kill his boners, forgetting the other third of an amazing threesome kinda bummed him out, especially considering he'd nearly knocked her over not thirty seconds ago.
The sigh that came out when the stream finally trickled to a stop was not one of intense satisfaction as usual, but one of annoyance at his neglect. Bax blamed the glitterstim. The junker gave himself a look over in the large mirror, and had to wonder to he normally look this wore out, or was he getting to old to have impromptu threesomes, with spice, after an already long ass day.
Bax escaped the bathroom before taking in his own visage started to bring down his boosted self esteem after how the night before went. He obviously didn't look too old or scruffy to get his brains fucked out, or too worn to not last like he was still eighteen. Still, the fact w morning romp wasn't about to happen was plain on his face when he returned to the bedroom.
"Listen, Donnie, let's put our next round of bumping uglies on hold for now. I don't know about you, but I'm really hungry and I have a feeling our host will have quite a nice spread for us waiting." Bax stated in a matter of fact way, while surveying the floor for at least his pants. However, he found Donnie's panties first, and promptly knelt to pick them up and place them over his head, then went back to the search.
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Post by The Conman on Jan 26, 2016 23:45:13 GMT -5
Doneeda watched as Ervi and Bax both motored around, both turning up their noses at some post-sleep coitus.
The woman frowned, then sighed at Bax's statement. She didn't want to wait, she wanted dick, but it seemed like the current owner of said appendage was more keen on food and coffee. Some part of the woman did agree with Bax on some level, though not enough to make her actually want to bother going to see what cholo the hutt had for them.
Or whatever the slug's name was.
The Twi'lek looked around and figured she should probably get dressed, though she wasn't really committed to the idea, their only potential visitor was a very purple one, which Doneeda had no problem being naked for. It'd been her experience that, given the opportunity, simply being naked would get her laid 3 out of 4 times. Donnie'd take her chances with Purple, she liked the odds.
After a few minutes of searching, after Bax had explained himself and his lack of interest, the Twi'lek found herself on the other side of the room, searching for her underwear. Evidently at some point prior they'd been tossed to some corner of the room, but she wasn't quite sure which, and was having some trouble locating them. Her pants and bra were easy to find, being in a pile up against the wall near the hot tub. Her underwear, being a g-string, so fairly small, and black, were turning out to be a different story. The woman sighed, and, nearly out of patience, put her hands on her hips and looked over at Bax.
And let out a laugh.
Evidently, he'd found them, and decided to don them as a cap. Doneeda shook her head, and strode over to the man, plucking them off his head with a smirk.
"Ass." She said, in a mocking tone, as she slid them on, walking the short distance to her pile of clothes and finding them still damp.
"Well..fuck..." She muttered, picking up the pile and heading out to the balcony, smelling tabac smoke as she went, wafting in through the cracked open door.
The woman turned around and used her bum to nudge the door open and backed through it, possessing no free hands. Once she was out there, nodded to Ervi, and laid out her pants, shirt and bra, all still damp, on the table, under the intense sun. Once she'd finished doing the laundry, she turned around and took the few steps to the seat next to Ervi, and plunked herself into it.
"Man...I unno about you, but last night was awesome...haven't had that much fun all year...Hey, can I get one of those off you?" Doneeda asked her green companion.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 27, 2016 1:28:15 GMT -5
Ervisa stared at the sky. It looked hot. Nobody ever talked about Mirial, in fact though most of the galaxy knew what a Mirialan was, very few knew a damn thing about the planet. The sky looked cold though. It was one of those skies that liked to be pale, and was technically bright, but the halfhearted cirrus clouds weren't even trying. This though, this was cloudless. It looked searing hot. Couldn't have been more than 8 and already, here in her underwear, Ervisa was starting to feel sweaty. Not uncomfortably. Not yet at any rate.
She dragged on the cigarette thoughtfully.
Corellia'd been good enough climate wise. Truth was, she wouldn't mind being cold for once. Jumping naked into an icey lake and then going into a warm house for a highly alcoholic drink, now that sounded pretty damn nice. No more of this desert shit.
The Twi'lek ambled out from the bedroom, still buck-naked Ervisa noticed, apparently she wasn't in a hurry. She sat next to Ervisa, in a proper chair. The Mirialan woman felt more at ease on the edge of a planter, or a ledge. She'd always felt chairs were formal, fancy things most of the time. Or else they were big cushy monsters that you sank into like Tusken riding a Bantha. And that was perilous.
She asked for a cigarette.
Ervi reached into her bra, pulled out the pack and lighter, and handed them over silently, inhaling another long drag and feeling the precious nicotine in her lungs. Sweat was definitely forming on her emerald skin. It wasn't fair. Technically Mirial was a desert. Deserts could be cold. But no, everybody's idea of a desert was some place so hot that water itself gave up and died. And the worst thing... They were everywhere. You couldn't throw a rock without hitting some backwater desert planet. Tatooine. The one that wasn't Tatooine but you couldn't tell the difference. Molovar. That other thing. This place. Somehow the stupid life had seen fit to evolve on some of these, and the stupid-ER humans had decided to go colonize them instead of fucking off and leaving well enough alone.
Typical she sighed internally. Absolutely typical.
"Can't think straight in the damn heat," She finally muttered. "Mirialans aren't cut out for this. I need to, I dunno, climb into a walk-in freezer. Find a nice slab of carbonite and take a nap on it."
She looked over at the Twi'lek again, cigarette resting between two fingers, not a whole lot useful length left on it.
"Don't even know what I'm doing here honestly. Place is the ass end of nowhere, there's nothing to do, and it's hotter than a Felucian critter's balls out."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Jan 27, 2016 22:13:15 GMT -5
Bax couldn't explain exactly why he got quite a few internal chuckles of having Donnie's thong of his head, but enjoyed it more by the second as she began searching for the rest of her garments. He slowed his own search just to watch out for her struggle to find arguably the first thing you need to start getting dressed. When she finally came to claim what was hers the junker wore a wide, shit-eating grin, before breaking out with open laughter at her playful comment.
The laughs gradually dropped down to just a snickering under his breath, but Bax wouldn't change a thing about what happened. Yes, it was childish, yet Donnie seemed to have enjoyed his antics almost as much as he had. That's what really mattered. The junker thankfully found his own underwear with a lot less hassle than she'd gone through.
The junker began to hum a chipper tune as he geared up for another day of living the dream, switching to the fight song of the Coruscant Chargers once he located his logo shirt. Honestly, he felt a little over dressed when he slung the grenade bandolier across his chest, rather confident he wasn't gonna need to explode anything today. Still, you never can really tell.
Bax briefly returned to the bath for a moment, to both slick his hair back and gargle with a breath mint using water from the sink. The tan cloak from their journey he left fold for when they left, but the junker slapped his cap on before going out to check on the ladies. The feeling of being overdressed quickly returned once he spotted Ervi still in her underwear, and Donnie in half that.
"Bad choices? Bad luck? Bad Intel?" He fired back at his green friend's clearly rhetorical question. "Not to sound insensitive, but that's kinda a pointless question to be asking. You know why you're here in the ass end of galaxy, the big question is how you plan to get out of it? Thankfully, you have that covered already." Bax continued, taking his turn to bum a smoke and light up.
"Either way, don't go all existential on us while there is a job to be done. Things can still go...tits up." The junker added, slightly nudging Donnie with a smirk at that last stale pun.
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Post by The Conman on Jan 28, 2016 0:13:23 GMT -5
The Twi'lek smirked and rolled her eyes at Bax's joke. She'd been about to respond to Ervi's rhetorical question when Bax had basically said what she wanted to, just...better. Basic not being her first language, sometimes it's native speakers had a way of wording something that was just better than what she'd be able to put together.
This was one of those times.
Donnie took a drag off her smoke, inhaling deep and savoring it. She'd stopped smoking years prior, mostly, due to kids and the fact that Var wasn't a fan of her smelling like a 6 foot tall cigarette. Given the choice of keeping her hobby or her wife...It wasn't very hard. She did slip up from time to time, however. After an impromptu threesome, somewhat hungover, mostly dehydrated, and increasingly worried about weather or not she'd get home, Donnie thought it'd be ok. The woman leaned back in her chair, letting her head back, lekku nearly touching the ground, sliding down the seat a bit to let her extend her legs and exhaled, taking in the warm sun.
"I like it." Donnie burbled, taking another drag off her smoke, then exhaling it up into the sky, like some kind of whispy cloud.
" And no tits are going to be up, Bax, neckbeard the hutt will give us whatever he's supposed to give us, and everything'll be fiiiiine." Donnie continued, somewhat lazilly, still leaned back, eyes closed, getting as much of a tan as she could in the 5 minutes they'd been outside.
Truth be told she was somewhat apprehensive about the whole deal still. The woman had to admit she'd feel better once there were a few lightyears between herself and the hutt, but so far he'd seemed so useless that she'd probably be able to walk in wearing her current attire and he still wouldn't know what she was. Donnie chocked it upto nerves, and took another puff off her cigarette.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 28, 2016 1:13:04 GMT -5
Ervisa flicked her cigarette butt onto the surface of the Veranda, and lit up a second one. Bax had the tact of a hammer dropped onto a section of plate glass. Thin plate glass at that, none of the tempered shatterproof stuff either. It was lucky she wasn't some fragile snowflake, just a Mirialan melting in the heat. Her eyes rolled up rather noticeably. The stale pun had guaranteed they'd roll like a well-trained kath hound. It was a bad one. Like, the sort you didn't even bother groaning out. No he'd have to work harder to get the groan.
Of course the Twi'lek seemed more or less amused. Though she seemed a bit, well, excessively optimistic about Churro the Hutt or whatever his name was.
Bax was more right that there was potential for fuckery. Even if he did it with horrible puns.
"Yeah, Gordita the Hutt or whatever still has potential to make this whole thing turn into a shootout. Like maybe he finds the droids weren't original, or the serial numbers don't match, or maybe something else none of us can even guess happens. I'll feel better when we get off this planet. Also when I get to some gods-damned air conditioning. I don't get how you handle this shit."
Sighing she got up, cigarette between her lips, finding her pants, pulling them on. Socks. Boots. Gun belt. She eyed her tank top and decided not to bother. Sports bra was good enough. And it was cooler. One nice thing... She didn't burn. Her skin just sort of... Got a little bit greener.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 25, 2016 23:45:36 GMT -5
Bax instantly regret bringing up the business at hand in conversation, if only because Donnie and Ervi's attitude on the subject still irked him. He was the king of taking detours or getting sidetracked when he could on jobs like this, but getting the client's name wrong so many times was not a mistake he liked to make beyond maybe once. It just wasn't professional, and honestly definitely seemed a conscious choice at this point.
The junker let this minuscule irritation out with an inaudible sigh, further using the view of Donnie's sunlight bathed rack to keep his mind away from the trigger again. Beautiful breasts really could always brighten his day. Bax was in the process of lowering himself into the chair next to the Twi'lek when the doors to the chamber clearly opened in the distance.
This development suddenly motivated the junker to go get his friends some more clothes so their host wouldn't drool over them too bad, yet this changed after the march of metal feet started. "Oh no.." Bax stated with clenched teeth as he righted himself back to standing straight. Judging by the weight of the heavy metal soles on marble he figured it had to be some supers heading their way, with malevolent intentions going by the fast pace.
"Gear up." He fired at his friends while pulling two grenades from his bandoleer and tossing them one a piece, then sprinted off running at full tilt. While they still held the high ground he had to know what the clankers had in mind. Once he appeared at the top of the first staircase, with a squad of supers in two rows at the bottom, Bax cleared his throat to say something, but the clacking of arm blasters into place stopped his first pertinent question cold.
The blaster fire would follow a moment later, with an explosion joining the orchestra of ordnance once the junker rolled one of his grenades down the stairs from cover.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 26, 2016 0:03:30 GMT -5
Donnie was about to say something about breakfast when the sound of heavy metal footsteps could be heard from somewhere inside. She looked over at Bax, who was in the process of extracting a grenade and advising them to get ready.
"We haven't had BREAKFAST YET!" She shouted behind him, as the man took off.
Donnie looked down at herself, clad in only a g-string, and sighed. The Twi'lek flicked the smoke over the side of the balcony, and got up, and walked over to her pile-o-gear, and grabbed her blaster out of it's holster. It'd take to long to actually get dressed...she'd had to use a coat hanger and lay down on the bed to get into her pants the previous day...there were downsides to being built the way she was. Donnie silently blamed her mother, her father's side of the family being built like rakes.
The woman gave it a quick look over and checked the charge count on the bottom of the grip, it dimly lit up, glowing "64". Donnie'd never gotten into a firefight naked before, but there was a first time for everything, the Twi'lek thought, as an explosion rocked the hotel.
"Fucking really!" She yelled in huttese towards the inside of the room, more out of surprise than anger at Bax, he'd probably slowed them down long enough for her to at least get a bra on.
Not that she needed it, but it'd be easier to run with one on, the woman surmised. Not really from experience, she'd never had to shoot her way out of a hutt's palace, before breakfast, while naked.
The groundies probably train for this kind of bullshit...
Donnie thought to herself as she spun the bra around after clipping the back up and pulled it up, got the girls corralled, and the straps over her shoulders. She then quickly swung her holster around her waist and clipped it so she at least had somewhere to put her pistol, and had her belt of many things, as she called it. The woman finished by turning to look at Ervi.
"They'd better have a buffet." Donnie said simply to her.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 26, 2016 21:42:41 GMT -5
Ervisa caught the grenade as if it were a ball, but the look in her eyes was anything but the usual relaxed, placid look. Oh no, blue and grey were unusual colors when associated with a fire as opposed to the ocean, but somebody had lit this ocean on fire, filled it with angry sharks, and a few million tons of fighting ship. When she did finally move past an exasperated growl in her throat, she exploded much like the grenade about to go off.
"OH NO YOU FRELLING NOOB, IF YOU TURN ON YOUR GUESTS YOU DO IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODS-DAMNED NIGHT. WERE YOU DROPPED ON YOUR HEAD A SLUGLET YOU DENSE MOTHERF-"
The rant of profanities was cut short by the detonation of Bax's grenade and a deluge of droid bits that were flung about willy nilly, denting the lovely furnishings. Of course as their hearing came back it was to the lovely sound of those damn droids shooting at nothing, as none of them were exposed over the edge of the stairs. Somehow even though cover fire made sense tactically, Ervisa couldn't believe this was so purposeful. No the droids had to be about as dumb as the fat pile of shit in a fedora that had dragged them into this.
No more Hutts, Ervisa promised herself. No more shady shit on Socorro.
She flung her own grenade over the stairs, and put two blaster bolts into the first droid over the steps. Luckily... They had the Veranda. The Mirialan woman fell back cautiously, carefully, and peered over the edge of the balcony. She'd noticed it before but never really put much thought into what was down there. Specifically, what was climbable or what caused instant unpleasant death. It was... A ways down. There was another wider veranda below, she estimated about three survivable falls down. The surface between was the same sort of rock the entire palace seemed hewn out of. Maybe they could find handholds. Or... The balcony had lovely stone struts holding the railing. There were very large drapes.
"I've got an idea forming," Ervisa said, mostly to Donnie, who was still in the bra, but also to Bax who looked very intent. "Think you're gonna hate it, but there's a balcony down there..."
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Post by Adeline on Sept 29, 2022 9:20:23 GMT -5
Captain Rohit Sharma has starred as India levelled the three-match T20 international series against Australia.
The hosts gained a six-wicket win in a match reduced to eight overs a side following a two-and-a-half-hour delay caused by a wet outfield.
Wicketkeeper Matthew Wade (43 not out off 20 balls) and captain Aaron Finch (31 off 15) scored freely as Australia made 5-90 in Nagpur Saturday morning AEST after being sent in.
Wade followed up his match-winning unbeaten 45 in the series opener with another boundary-laden innings highlighted by three sixes off Harshal Patel in the final over.
When India replied legspinner Adam Zampa (3-16 off 2) briefly gave Australia some hope after India's openers raced to 39 inside three overs.
He bowled both KL Rahul and Virat Kohl and trapped Suryakumar Yadav lbw, the last two falling to successive deliveries.
But Sharma (46 not off 20) took consecutive boundaries off Sean Abbott in the next over and though Pat Cummins had Hardik Pandya caught, India would not be denied.
They needed nine to win off the last over and Dinesh Karthik sent the crowd into a frenzy with a slog sweep over deep backward square leg off the first delivery bowled by Daniel Sams.
He sealed the win with another legside boundary the following ball.
"There was just a little bit of execution with bat and ball I think at times that probably just swung the momentum of the game," Finch said.
"I thought obviously the way that Rohit played was pretty special and also (spinner) Axar (Patel 2-12 off 2) the way he bowled, he was outstanding."
"The outfield was very very wet down in some pockets of the ground and the groundstaff did an amazing job to get it to a condition that we could play."
Finch notched 24 of his team's first 31 runs, including an audacious scoop over the wicketkeeper's head in the first over and a straight six off Yuzvendra Chahal in the third.
His decisions to move Glenn Maxwell (0 off 1) and Tim David (2 off 3) up the order didn't pay off, as both were bowled by the impressive Patel.
Patel (2-13 off two overs) also bowled Tim David and the stumps were rattled again when Finch had his leg peg uprooted by the recalled Jasprit Bumrah.
The stumps were rattled again when Finch had his leg peg uprooted by the recalled Jasprit Bumrah.
"I think it's important that you're always looking at ways to improve and obviously we went with Maxwell at three and Tim David at four, so we were trying to be a bit more aggressive up front," Finch said.
"We haven't played too many shortened games so I think especially leading into a World Cup we've put some thought into it over some time."
The home team quickly got ahead of the rate with 20 runs and three legside sixes In the first over, with Sharma swatting two in a row off Josh Hazlewood and Rahul following suit of the final ball.
Sharma also hit a six off Cummins and Zampa.
The final match of the series will be played in Hyderabad starting late on Sunday evening (AEST).
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