Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously.
It looked like Sulmad was smiling. He wasn't. An artifact of the scarring surrounding his mouth was a permenant wry smile. The usual twinkle in his eye was missing. A good hint that he wasn't actually happy. As was the blaster in his hand, pointed at her, not insubstantial, chest. "So, you were the one who was helping Skavak stay a step ahead. I knew that asshole couldn't be outmaneuvering us on his own. And now you've killed poor Vidu. Who, present company excepted, was my only ally on this rock. Why shouldn't I blow a hole clean through her again?" He asked Corso Riggs, the tough, if surprisingly innocent mercenary who'd helped him blow through every separatist on Ord Mantel twice over, or at least that was what it seemed like.
"Where I'm from a man don't shoot a woman, no matter what she's done." Corso answered, conveniently overlooking the smoking body of his boss and friend.
"We can't stick around here. Rogun's bounty hunters will be coming soon, they've reopened the port." Syreena put in. She reached up and released her hair from its intricate arrangement, letting the black cloud descend to her shoulders, framing her flushed, over-made-up face to her advantage.
"Fair point." Sulmad admitted, holstering his gun. "Corse, secure us transport the hell out of here, keep an eye out for bounty hunters, but they shouldn't be looking for you yet. Syreena and I'll set this place to blow. Should keep 'em off our tracks for a while if they think we're dead."
"Yes, Captain." Corso agreed, too relieved that the smuggler hadn't blown her away to examine his reasoning too closely.
"Corso?"
"Yeah?"
"We'll meet you at the spaceport. I don't want anymore people coming and going from here than absolutely necessary."
"Right." Corso agreed. He headed out as Syreena heaved a heavy sigh of relief, drawing even more attention to her...assets.
"Now that the hero's gone, let's get down to business. What's your life worth to you?" Sulmad asked, casually pulling the blaster from her hip holster and tossing it away. The skin-tight fabric of her outfit was soft, but he could feel tense muscles under them.
"What—but you said—" She began.
"That was for Corso's benefit. Wouldn't want him to get the right idea about me. I happen to know for a fact that Rogun's wrath has been...delayed by a shipment of chemicals. Now, you were negotiating for your life, seeing as how you betrayed me and I kill traitors." Sulmad explained.
She lunged at him, wrapping her arms around him. Her lips pressed against his, tongue slipping past his defenses. Sulmad's instincts tossed her to the floor and he pinned her hands above her head. "Am I to understand you're offering yourself?" He asked, breath hot against her cheek. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as she gasped for breath. Her nipples were hard, though from fear, or arousal he couldn't say.
"Yes." She whispered, kissing his ear and writhing delightfully under him.
"And I would want Skavak's cast offs, why?" He asked coldly.
She ground herself against his rigid cock, still hidden under his armor. "I can feel you want me and it's not like you've been subtle, sniffing around even when Vidu was alive."
"That was before I knew you were involved in stealing my ship and setting me up to be killed. Repeatedly. That might put a damper on a fellow's interest."
"But it hasn't, has it? Tell you what," she humped against him as best she could. "Why don't we see if I can't convince you to be the gentleman who saved me from those nasty thugs again?"
"No promises." Sulmad replied, releasing her hands and rolling gracefully to his seat, claiming Vidu's chair and ignoring his former boss's corpse in the corner of the room. "But why don't you show me what you've got."
Syreena sat up slowly, stretching liquidly revealing every line of a curvy feminine form. Nimble fingers undid a belt heavy with tools and tossed it away. Her boots and gloves followed, before she kicked herself to her feet. She moved with the grace of Twi'lek slave dancer, though they were more suitably attired for stripping. Her pants came off awkwardly, but revealed a delightful length of smooth leg and an even more delightful set of shimmersilk panties. Her shirt she removed easily, reminding Sulmad that she had kept this backwater's excuse for a crimelord interested for several years, as well as hiding her affiliation with Skavak from both said crimelord and himself.
Sexy, intelligent and completely amoral. Yes, he might have uses for her after all. He thought, before the shirt came off, revealing firm C-cup breasts. On her thin frame they were almost certainly augmented, especially to be so high without any support whatsoever as she'd forgone a bra under her skin-tight shirt. She stepped onto the table, and let her panties drop, pooling at her feet, right in front of him.
"Well?" She asked as he looked up at her, noting her pussy was clean shaven.
"You're clean? You didn't catch anything rolling around in the filth with Skavak?" He asked coldly, holding onto his control with his fingertips. Rage and lust were a bad combination for anyone who liked to keep his head, though if she had any weapons left, they were extraordinarily well hidden.
Her cheeks, already too red with blush, flushed an even deeper scarlet. "No. Besides, I assume you're up to date with your shots, seeing as how you've bedded every doxy from here to Drelliad Village."
"So I am and so I have." Sulmad agreed, with an actual smile.
