Jango & Deliah Look For New Bounties

After IG-88 was securly dropped off at NeuroSynth Dynamics, Jango and Deliah took their pay and then headed back too the Slave I spaceship.

Jango sat in the captains chair as he pressed the autopilot button, pouring two glasses of Bourban. Deliah then straddled Jango as she slowly kissed Jangos cheek.

"We earned this." She murmured against Jangos lips as she worked the lower armor compartment. Jangos cock sprung free thick and hard, dribbling precum down the shaft. Deliah sank down onto Jangos hard cock in one smooth motion moaning as his erect cock filled her. His hard hands gripped Deliahs waist as he slowly thrusted inside her.

Every thrust had his balls slapping against her pussy, moans and groans from both of them filled the cabin. Her pussy walls clenched around his cock as she let out one final moan then followd by Jangos groan, which had his cum drip down hos shaft and onto the fabric pilots chair.

They stayed straddled for a few minutes cstchinf their breaths, Deliah then got off of Jangos "We should look into a new job get more credits and maybe upgrade our gear and possibly this ship." Deliah said.

Jango grabbed the crutch of his armor re-adjusting himself, "Yeah the Galaxy is full of missions."

***

The next day Jango had his scanners, scanning the outer rim for any radio chatter, then a electrical glitch happend in the scanning tool, it beeped and bopped, along with light white smoke escaping, the machine looking like it was going too explode.

"This fucking machine" Jango grunted in frustration.

The machine then stopped beeping and the smoke settled, once the smoke settled the machine opened up bounties from other universes.

The machine listed places and names neither Deliah or Jango have ever heard of, it sounded like pure fiction.

"Is this correct?" Deliah said looking at the screen shocked as she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"It must be, but how?" Jango replied confused, as he stares at the screen, trying too figure out if this is real or not.

***

"Gotham and Earth these places sound like traps something we can't risk heading towards those places, they sound like someone is trying too lure bounty hunters into a trap." Jango said as he was studing the scanner.

Deliah nodded as she agreeded she exhaled "Good idea we can't risk going into the unknown."

***

They spent the next few hours scanning the usual channels Hutt channels, Imperial remnant black market boards, independent bounty boards on Nar Shaddaa and Ord Mantell. Nothing jumped out at first, then a high-priority posting appeared on a secure Outer Rim board.

Target: Krell Varn

Species: Human

Crime: Trafficking restricted weapons and force sensitive artifacts to the highest bidder

Last known location: The mining world of Mustafar

Bounty: 180,000 credits, live preferred, dead acceptable

Posted by: Anonymous, but the payment escrow was verified through a reputable guild intermediary.

Jango printed out the bounty poster a aged faced man with burn scars and a cybernetic left eye appeared, standing in front of a lava river.

“Mustafar,” Deliah muttered. “Hot, volcanic, full of old Separatist leftovers. Perfect place to hide if you’re dealing in illegal tech.”

Jango agreeded as he nodded, "Yes however a small mineing town is still their we should search there first and as always we split 50/50."

“Deal.” She grinned and climbed out of her seat, straddling his lap again. “But first… a little motivation before we dive into a lava planet.”

She kissed him deeply while working his lower armor. His cock sprang free, already hardening under her touch. Deliah sank down onto him with a soft moan, riding him slow and deep in the captain’s chair while the coordinates for Mustafar locked in. Jango gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as her heavy breasts bounced in his face. She came first, clenching around him with a breathless curse. He followed soon after, filling her with a low growl, as his fluid dripped down his shaft leaving a stain on the fabric chairs.

They stayed locked together a moment longer before Deliah finally climbed off, flushed and satisfied.

“Now I’m ready for Mustafar.” Jango nodded and he punched the coordinates into the control panel, the slave I then hit hyperspace.