Making an Entrance

You are met at the bottom of your boarding ramp by a sharply dressed man with his hands clasped behind his back and a line of armed goons with their weapons vaguely aimed in your direction.

You are leading Tanna in front of you, her chest tied up using Shibari rope techniques and her hands ‘bound’ behind her back. Because the ropes are elastic, all Tanna has to do is pull on them and she can slip her hands right out. She was also ‘naked’, or at least the holosheath she was wearing made it look like she was garbed in only the red elastic ropes you had tied her up with. Complimenting this was a ball gag on an elastic band that had been slotted into her mouth.

“Well well well, this is quite the surprise,” the smartly dressed man greeted. “I recognise the ward of that Judie twerp anywhere,” he added. “The name’s Carston,” he told you before turning to look at the ‘goods’ on offer.

“I mentioned it to your man from before but I’m here to sell this fine piece of Twi’lek meat,” I told Carston who, for a moment, had a look of hunger in his eyes.

“Ahh, yes though I hadn’t been informed the seller would be quite the attractive merc,” Carston replied, snapping a smirk in your direction, letting his eyes wander down your body and then returning to looking at Tanna. The thrill of being checked out so blatantly got you nice and tingly inside, which is probably why you decided to tease Tanna a little.

“Breaking the Twi’lek was fun,” I commented, giving her breasts a grope. Despite your hands meeting fabric, the holosheath did an admirable job making it look like your fingers sunk into her delicious mounds. “The gag is for training purposes, so she can suck dick longer and not because I need it to keep her quiet,” You tell the man. You push Tanna towards Carston who is only getting hungrier and hungrier as you make your sales pitch. “On your knees for your new master,” You whisper into her ear “and really sell it, I’ll cut you in 60% on the money,” You tell her and she shivered as she slowly sank to her knees. You then deftly slip the gag out of her mouth and around her neck.

“P-please m-m-master, I-I’ll be a good s-s-****,” Tanna stammered. Her severe dislike of this kind of play was actually selling the act better as she **** the words out. You look up and see Carston with a tent in his trousers as he stands before Tanna.

“How much are you asking?” Carston asked in a low, erotically gravelly voice.

“Twenty thousand republic credits in aurodium,” You tell the man. “And my missile magazine restocked,” you add. Carston turned to you with a contemplative gaze, his eyes once again running down your body, sticking at your breasts and hips before languidly returning to your eyes.

“I will have plenty of work for a woman that can get the job done, so deal,” Carston tells you, sticking his hand to be shaken. “Consider the missiles down payment on your next job,” he added and you shake on the deal. “Now, you two, put her with the others and do not even think about touching any part of this girl . . . she’s mine,” the growl Carston finished with did tingly things to your insides. “And somebody get that Aurodium!” He snapped out.

“Before I forget, she’s a complete virgin,” you lie in a sultry voice.

“Make that fourty thousand!” Carston shouted at a goon who was in the process of leaving to do his bidding. This left you fighting down a laugh as the man clearly made a snap, dick-driven decision to up your pay. “And you! Restock that ship with the best missiles that fit in the tubes!” he shouted to a milling engineer. With that all done, Carston turned on his heel and marched off.

“Follow, ****!” ordered one of the guards and Tanna rose to her feet and began following them. You watch Tanna’s swaying booty leave the hanger with a grin at a plan well executed.

“Umm, miss? What missiles did you need and how many?” Came a soft, almost japanese accented voice from your right. You turn and blink rapidly at what you see. The engineer that Carston had apparently called over wasn’t a human or anything that simple, no, it was a catboi. A messy mop of black hair swam around his two black cat ears with white tips. Two brilliantly large emerald cat eyes shone out from under his hair and below that, a dark grey jumpsuit, almost black in colour, did nothing to hide a swishing black tail.

“Ummmm,” you mutter intelligently as you wonder if he’s as athletic as he looks under his jumpsuit. “You’re a catboi?” you ask.

“I’m actually a Nekomirian,” replied the catboi. You’re fairly sure that just meant cat person in japanese or something close to it though. “My name’s Saito,” he added.

“Right, Saito,” you say, picking your brain up from where it dropped. “Uhh, you’ll have to check and see what fits,” You tell the boi, wondering what else you could fit and where it’ll fit.

“What about your engineer?” Saito asked shyly, looking around himself.

“Umm . . . uhh . . . how would you like a job?” You ask, getting precious clarity back at last.

“A job?” Saito asked confused, his tail going straight and his ears perking.

“Yup!” you reply. “I don’t have an engineer and you are an engineer, ergo job offer!” You tell the boi cheerfully. You see a hint of disapproval in his eyes and wonder if he has problems with honour or something. You wouldn’t put it passed a Japanese style alien to value loyalty.

“I would rather not deal with slaves directly ma’am,” Saito told you as politely as possible, giving you a slight bow even, to accentuate this.

“Oh right! That!” You exclaim before looking around and wondering if the goons are far enough away to not overhear. You then remember your god powers and activate a sound dampening field around you. “We are actually here to free the slaves, Tanna’s wearing a holosheath and the ropes are stretchy,” You explain. Saito’s eyes widened, his tail stuck straight up and the fur on his ears stuck out as he looked around.

“You are here to . . . free them?” Saito asked, twitching at sounds from across the hanger.

“Yup, and if you have a problem with that, you are adorable so I’ll be happy to just stun you instead of kill you,” you tell the cat boi.

“No please! Take me with you!” Saito begged, bowing almost 90 degrees.

“Great! You’re hired!” You cheer. “Oh, right,” you mutter as you remember the time crunch you’ve been on since Tanna left. “You are armed, yes?” You ask as Saito un-bows. He blinks at you in response, ears twitching.

“Yes?” He replies and you nod as you run up the boarding ramp and grab your own rifle you’d hidden just out of view. You stroll back down the boarding ramp and take aim at the nearest goon while Saito fumbles with a pouch on his utility belt. He pulls out a tiny looking derringer-esk pistol and you cock an eyebrow.

“We are getting you a bigger gun,” you tell the under packaged catboi. Saito has just enough time to give you a look before alarms blare across the base and you take the shot. It only takes a few moments for you to clear the hanger bay.

You turn to Saito to brag a little but your communicator goes off.

“We’re on our way to the ship!” Tanna tells you over the sound of blaster fire.

“Everything good on your part?” You ask, wondering if you should make a serious distraction. “Where’s the ammo storage?” You ask Saito.

“Yes, we’re good!” Tanna replies, you hear two more blaster shots and then nothing as her line clicks off. With that, you shrug and then take up a position to hold the corridor they will be coming down.

“Saito, get the ship started, I’m sure you can figure it out, it’s not that hard,” You order.

“Hai!” replied the catboi.

“Little bugger even speaks Japanese,” you mutter to yourself as goons slowly start filtering towards you, only to get shot in your turkey shoot gallery of a corridor.