Be Patient

Things aren't dire yet; no need to rush and make a mistake. All you need to do is be prepared for your opportunity whenever it comes. In whatever form it comes.

Easier said than done. The minutes tick by, and the wait becomes agonizing. The guards passing your window never seem rushed, no explosions rock the ship. As far as you can tell, everything is business as normal on board the ship. You're just starting to reconsider the wait-and-see approach, and are pulling the sheets off of the bed to form some sort of makeshift whip/lasso/net, when the door slides open behind you. Figures something finally happens and you are turned away.

You whip around in time to see a strange sight. It appears to be Tekka, looking furtively through the window as though to make sure she wasn't spotted. Stranger still, she appears to be wearing your coat. You aren't a giant or anything, but it is still almost comically large on her. The bottom is almost dragging on the floor, and the sleeves are rolled up so her hands can poke through. You had planned to be ready for anything, but this scenario wasn't one you rehearsed. Satisfied she wasn't followed, she turns to you.

She really is a sexy little thing, especially when she flashes that wicked smile she's sporting now.

"Hi there. I thought that you might want some company. The ship can be so dull when you're by yourself."

You smile back as disarmingly as you can manage. "I wouldn't turn away a friendly conversation. Especially with you, Te...wi'lek. You're such a beautiful woman." That came out awkward, but you remembered at the last minite you aren't supposed to know who she is. No reason to disclose that until you know more about what's going on.

She laughs brightly, which is probably more than your reply deserved. "Oh stop, you. Flattery has been known to get me in trouble."

You have so many questions right now, but one is nagging at you more than others. You figure you'll just ask.

"Is it cold in your quarters? Not that it doesn't look fetching on you, but my coat is a bit of a bold fashion choice."

She laughs again, light and bubbly. You could get used to the sound. "I thought it looked nice. And it compliments my outfit. See?" Pulls the straps away, allowing the coat to slip from her shoulders and pool on the floor. You had expected the return of her slinky silver dress. You were wrong.

It takes a second, but you find your voice again. "It does. It really does."

Her 'outfit' is certainly a daring choice. Before you, Tekka stands almost completely naked. The only thing she has on appears to be your own gunbelt. She pauses, posing seductively, hip cocked and hand resting on the butt of your blaster. She is apparently completely confident despite her state of relative undress. And why wouldn't she be. Her blue skin is smooth and flawless, her body lithe and graceful. Her lekku trail down over her shoulders and rest over her pert breasts, barely hiding her nipples from your sight.

She walks closer to the bars of your cell, hips swaying alluringly. You find yourself hypnotized, frozen in a mix of confusion and lust. She lets you stare, drinking in her form, before breaking the silence.

"I have a proposition for you, Corvin. Do you care to hear it?"