Chapter 82: The New Dream
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Urai and Mirai went back to talk to Torga about our recent acquisition. But Caradoc and I stayed the night. Instead of bunking with the Jawas, Short-round suggested we used the ship, and then added he 'cleaned the sheets' long ago so it will be fine.
"Come on bro." Rattletrap said, showing me around the ship. "Here's the kitchen. Took me a while to fix that one." He led me slightly down the hall towards the back of the ship. "The bunks." There were four beds built parallel into the wall with curtains for privacy. "Here's the storage." He showed me a room next to the hold, "I'll show you all the smuggler holes later. Engine rooms in the far back of the ship. I automated Papa's junker guns and upgraded them, so they don't have to be manned just turned and locked on. And if you ever need me…" he scrambled in the storage room and kicked open a panel.
An old Kolto tank was built into the floor and it slowly opened revealing a velvet mattress, some rather subtle blue light and dozens of photos of women pined up on the glass not only for show, but probably for privacy. I looked them over and my eyes narrowed coolly.
"…Is that a picture of Circe?" and sure enough there was a still photo of Circe from 'Race for the Kyber Crystals.' One of her earlier roles was where she was essentially eye candy, but the test viewers liked her more than the main heroine, so her role was expanded on. None of the other photos of girls in the kolto tank were nudes, but it was by far the most tasteful pinup.
"No!" he said quickly yanking the photo off the glass and shoving it in his pocket quickly. "Don't be silly! Anyway, this is my bed…"
"…But it's the kolto tank, don't we need that?"
"Only if we get hurt! And wouldn't you rather have a sexy nurse anyway?" he said rather hopefully fidgeting in place. But sighed as he noted my hesitant silence, "…I can work something up in another smuggler hole. But this one was a super old model even back when your dad owned the ship, it'll be better and more cost-effective to get one of the new ones that recycles the Kolto. You get me?"
"Like we can afford it now." Caradoc sniffed but remained silent on the matter. "I'll sleep on the couch in the kitchen. Those beds are too small for me." He said, "And since you sleep in that tube Rattletrap, Roland can take Aiden's old room.
"Well he is the captain…" Rattletrap agreed, nodding his head as if his opinion was the final say. "Oh… but maybe we should change out the mattress first."
"Why?" I asked, almost afraid to know why as he led me to the captain's room near the cockpit of the ship… I did know my dad after all and how affectionate he was with my moms and certain aunts…
"Well, I found this sweet water bed a while back and hid it from the others. I was going to use it myself but then I repurposed the old Kolto tank and never bothered. Its just not for everyone…" he noted as he opened the room. It looked simpler than I imagined, but Dad was always a simple kind of guy plus I bet he had more stuff in it when he lived here. "The holo-screen still works but there's nothing to watch on it…" Rattletrap sighed under his breath, "Trust me I looked… you think they would've missed one of the crap ton of Ultra-holos dad gave them…"
"What?" I asked, coming out of my reverent haze to look at him.
"Nothing…" he noted sadly, "If you don't want to sleep here you can just take one of the bunks, I changed those out too. They're comfier now, I had too, incase- I mean when I brought a lady on board." He said with a little suave and confidence that I almost respected, but certainly didn't believe.
"Alright. Thanks, Rattletrap." I said, sitting down on the bed as it moved me up and down. Felt a little weird I had to admit but at least it wasn't Dad's original mattress. That might have been much weirder.
"Sure bro… you alright?" he asked hesitantly, curious at my odd silence.
"Think I'm just tired." I said rather lazily, "Thanks." I stood back up, the movement a little awkward for me "But you know what? I think I'll sleep in the bunks tonight, the bed feels… kinda off." We walked together down the hall to the bunks as Caradoc lay down on the kitchen couch, already snoring.
"You know the problem bro? You don't have a girl to help warm it for you…" she said rather perversely elbowing my leg with a 'nudge nudge'.
"Okay, if you keep talking like that I'm going to want that picture of Circe." I said concerned, pointing notably at his pocket.
"What!? No this is my prized possession!" he shrieked desperately, all his confidence gone as he clutched at his pocket. "It took me forever to get this picture from my sisters!"
"Then quiet creeping on mine man!" I said revolted, before adding curiously as his words registered. "…My sister's picture is your prized possession?" then added just as confused "You got it from your sisters?"
"Yeah, they needed Jawa extras for the scene and Circe told them about our clan. They let us take pictures." He said, "And I'm not trying to be creepy I just want to be like Uncle Aiden. He's, you know… talented with the ladies, and he's famous. AND he's awesome! I wanted to be like him ever since he saved me from those raiders when I was a kid. I'm the runt you know? I'm tiny. Girls of my own kind don't pay attention to me…" We sat together in the bunks, they were pretty darn comfy. "…I'm going to find a girl though too you know? I keep trying. I'm not giving up."
I nodded slowly, "…I get it Rattletrap. Its fine you're just coming on strong. You got to tone it back a little. I mean I'm no expert, but you're coming off as kinda a weirdo."
"I am a weirdo…" he mumbled, "But I embrace it!" his eyes flashed under his hood. "But you and me Roland? Our dads started out together and we're going to be even better! Were the new and improved!"
I chuckled, his optimism was infectious. "Yeah. And we have a wookiee…"
"Rather he be a sexy Twi'lek but it'll work for now." He said with a shrug, jumping down from the bunk. "You just wait, our Rebel is going to be just as famous as Aiden's."
"…You know… maybe we should change the name." I said notedly suddenly sitting up and looking at him. "I mean It'll cost some money to change the registry officially, but we should call it something else. I mean the Scarlet Rebel was named after my Aunt. But this is our ship now right? What should we call it?"
He seemed to ponder. "The Rattletrap." He said dramatically and posing, running his hand across the air and I hesitated in answer.
"…Did anyone ever tell you what that word means?" I asked hesitantly, and he shrugged.
"No. Why? what does it mean?" he asked innocently.
"Nevermind, I'll tell you later." I replied, but honestly, I didn't want to be the one to tell him.
"The Circe." He said almost immediately after, looking a little blissful.
"…I'm not really comfortable with that." I said honestly, "…But I'm at a lost. It was a stupid suggestion anyway… I don't think I could come up with a good name for a ship even in my dreams"
Rattletrap, looking thoughtful, suddenly looked inspired as he snapped his fingers and pointed at me, "…The Lost Dream…" he said dramatically. "It sounds menacing and mysterious… the ladies will love it." Then he punched my shoulder softly, "I'll even say you thought of it…" I smiled and punched him gently back.
"What would I do without you Rattletrap?" I grinned placatingly. "…Goodnight."
"Night Bro. We'll head back to the port tomorrow." Then he turned off the lights and stretched with a yawn, shoving his hand in his pocket and walking up the hall as I added.
"You not putting that back up on your 'wall' are you." I noted a little firmly.
"Whaaat?" he said distractedly, "NOoo… I'm going to frame it and put it in my workshop." He added quickly, and he darted off as I rolled my eyes. Closing them tight and heading off to sleep…
In the morning the Jawas gave us a rather cheerful sendoff, along with a surprisingly fruity porridge. They waved enthusiastically as the ramp closed up behind us and we headed into the cockpit. Rattletrap and I sitting in the pilot's and co-pilot's chair respectively as Caradoc stood behind us, hands on the chairs and watching proudly as Rattletrap began to warm up the engines.
"Okay..." I said nervously, "The ship is ready to fly right?" I asked, looking at him as his fingers dashed about the console.
"Yeah… about that…" he said with a rather sheepish grin. "…I've never actually taken it up before now."
"Wait what?"
"No guts no glory!" he shouted as Caradoc and I gripped anything stable to hand tightly as the ship rose quickly into the air. "WHooo!!" he shouted and headed in the direction of Torga's port city.
I imagine Urai was less than pleased to find our 'new' ship the lost dreamland like a bird with a broken wing into the sand outside the city, he crossed his arms as the ramp slowly opened while Caradoc and I stumbled out the drop into the sand.
"Good news it still works!" Rattletrap shouted cheerfully, raising his hands triumphantly into the air as Urai approached with Mirai and half a dozen other Mandalorians, looking at the half-buried ship. It was probably lucky the sand had softened the landing, but it was still quite a mess.
"Are you alright?" Urai asked, helping me to my feet as Caradoc brushed off the sand from his fur as Rattletrap raised his hand for a high five from anyone. Mirai, apparently pitying him, didn't leave him hanging.
"WHooo!" Rattletrap shouted cheerfully, "We're probably going to have to clean that up!" he said happily as the ship sunk further into the sand.
"Not you!" Caradoc pointed angrily at the Jawa who shrugged sheepishly.
"Okay… sister's picture." I said firmly, holding out my hand, "You'll get it back when the ship is fixed."
"Aw…" he grumbled, reaching into his pocket sadly and slapping Circe's picture into it.
"…Urai I hope we can arrange something?" Caradoc asked, gesturing to the ship.
"Torga gave me a few credits for you…" then looking at the ship he added, "…I'll get some of his towing ships out here to get it more stable as we load it up with supplies." He shook his head, "Mirai escort Roland and the jawa to the Jewel please? Caradoc you come with me and help me with what you'll want while we fix… that." He gestured to the awkwardly leaning ship.
Caradoc sniffed, but he nodded clapping a hand on my shoulder, smiling faintly and walking off with Urai as Mirai gestured to a nearby landspeeder.
"After you two." She said faintly.
"Sweet! Take care of The Dream for us!" he said, waving to the rather surprised Mandalorian's as other residents of the city began to gather. We flew in relative silence towards the Jewel. Dozens of people lined up outside as they were led in to find seating as dozens of modestly dressed women, men and a couple of droids scampered around serving them at tables. It was hard to believe that the other night it was a rowdy dance club.
Rattletrap, eyeing a pair of very pretty twi'leks tried to approach them with his usual swagger as I reached out and grabbed him. Dragging him along as we entered into the back room and continued, only to be met with noise and cheering as the strip club seemed to be in full swing… Rattletrap was then distracted even further, his eyes widening towards the closest stage with a slender Zeltron in a short skirt, and only a skirt, shaking her hips for a group of Duros as she kept both hands on the pole.
"I thought Urai said it was only open at night?" I asked Mirai as she shrugged.
"It is. Private Parties are held during the day when they're booked, however. Now go on, Torga is in the far back office." As we went slowly in dodging rowdy drunks as a steady one-two one-two beat began.
A human dancer walked on stage, she had a short buzzed flat top of blonde hair. She was wearing a blue sweat headband, leg warmers and a matching latex one-piece swimsuit that pressed her large breasts upwards together. As she walked onto the stage, rhythmically moving one leg in front of the other to the one-two, one-two beat as she stood in front of the crowd her legs in a wide and ready stance. Before stretching her arms high on 'One' looking up at them. Then on 'two' swung them to land on her hips. Then another 'one' came and she bent forward and two the right, touching her toes, before snapping up again on 'two', and dropping down onto the left on one, and snapping back up to the ready position on two.
She was working out, and the crowd loved it. She did it twice more, flashing her heavy breast cleavage for the crowd before lifting her leg on 'one' and turning around on 'two'. Lifting her hands High on 'one' and bent far forwards pressing her hands to the floor on 'two' letting her swimsuit ride up into her tight rear as the dollars flew onto the stage with cheers of approval. She did that twice more, then her hands quickly slapped her butt cheeks and snapped onto the pole as she stroked it down, then bent her knees as she squatted on 'one' before snapping back up with a jiggling rear on 'two'. She repeated twice more before snapping back up. Lifting her right leg on 'one' and turning on 'two' to the ready position again, her body shimmering in sweat.
Then on 'one' her fingers slipped under the shoulder straps of her swimsuit as she smiled coyly while on 'two' she lifted the straps of her latex bikini pushing up her heavy breasts further. Then on 'one' she violently tugged her suit down, not fully stripping but releasing her breasts to bounce for the crowd's approval, and on 'two' she began to shake her shoulders, laughing as her natural hanging breasts bounced around on her chest and the 'one-two' pattern broke, and she began to work the pole excessively, letting her breasts shake.
"…Can we stay here bro?" Rattletrap asked as she let men shove club dollars into her half-on swimsuit and leg warmers as she knelt on her spread legs bouncing her breasts in her hands for him, "We need a base of operations, right?" he said as if hypnotized, his eyes watching another dancer, a purple-skinned twi'lek, strut past us, half-naked in a thong with a man's arm wrapped around her slender waist, squeezing her butt as they headed towards the VIP rooms. Rattletrap tried to follow her, staring intently at her bouncing rear but I grabbed him and dragged him towards the back where the 'guestrooms' are right as the 'workout' dancer stepped off the stage and began to give a lapdance for a very lucky big tipper, the crowd giving money away as it sprinkled down onto her and she rubbed her topless body with the bills as if showering off.
Rattletrap groaned disappointedly but obeyed as we went down the hall in the back, Torga's other office was in the far, far back of the hallway flanked by two Mandalorians who opened the door to allow us to enter.
Torga sat relaxed on a dais as two beautiful scantily cladded girls in matching bejeweled bikini uniforms rubbed his body. A tall, dark red Theelin with pigtails and Pantoran with a silvery ponytail. His good eye opened, and he smiled at us, "Ah there you are." He grinned, patting the Pantoran, who was rubbing his shoulders, on the back of her arm gently "Thank you girls go talk to Urai or Mirai for your payment. Rattletrap stared at the Theelin who winked obviously at him with a very pretty and gentle smile as his eyes followed her out, staring prominently at her modestly covered rear as it jiggled invitingly.
"…Can I work here?" he asked breathlessly, "…I'll do anything, even plumbing…" Torga chuckled as his eyes focused on the staring Rattletrap.
"My masseuses are very pretty, yes? But that's all they are I'm afraid little jawa." Rattletrap just sighed, still watching where the girls were standing just moments before. "I have to be careful with them, my last one left with some serious baggage that I'd rather not deal with again." He then clapped his hands getting to business. Rattletrap, still staring, reflexively danced a little to the chair. "Yes! Right! Where's Caradoc?" he noted looking for the big wookiee as if I was hiding him.
"He went to help arrange for supplies on the ship. Urai went with him to supervise." I informed him, and he nodded seriously.
"Yes, right. So Urai told you I delayed your contract." I nodded, and he continued, "Alright. But it's not permanent, if you don't find out who's putting it out on you they're just going to keep coming… so here's what you're going to do." He leaned forward calmly, "You're going to work for me. Little things, odd jobs, so that I can protect you more legitimately. If I just keep wiping your contracts people are going to talk… but by protecting you that shows loyalty to my employees which is a precious commodity among Hutts, it'll build moral."
"Torga…" I began hesitantly, "…I'm not my dad. I'm not a bounty hunter or anything."
"Not yet…" Torga noted, but agreeing with me with a nod, "It's why I said odd jobs. Deliveries, investigations, transportations… we'll work our way up when you are ready, not me." Then he held up a piece of paper, "Like this. My farm profits on Dantooine have been dwindling, I have a droid to investigate but I'd like you to go with her to make sure she doesn't have any 'accidents' as many accountant droids have."
"…Is farm a codeword for anything?" I asked, curious I didn't want to go there and find something disgusting like a drug or maybe a slave breeding colony like in Spy Wars 2.
"Sometimes my boy a farm is just a farm." He replied with an understanding grin, "Honestly. It's literally produce, I make a fortune selling imperial crops to the republic and republic crops to imperials… very lucrative, and even Legal."
I nodded, slowly, that seemed reasonable. "Okay then. I guess that's easy."
He nodded, "Very easy. And you don't even have to solve the problem. Just let the droid do the work and come back to let me know. Then we'll let Urai solve the problem." He grinned at his little joke. "I'll give you the same deal I give everyone else in my employ… I'll pay you to pay me." His smile broadened, "Which… reminds me. I'll need your help with another matter."
"What?" I asked as he pushed a button on his desk, and for a very terrifying moment I thought I was going to have to fight some pit monster.
But then Nike, dressed in a tight red shirt and a mid-thigh skirt entered, the loose skirt swinging with each step. Her shin-high boots clacked on the floor as she crossed her arms under her chest and wouldn't look at me. Staring pointedly into the wall.
"Well helllooo…" Rattletrap said, his eyes locking onto her legs and going all the way up as he leaned forwards. She glared at him and he suddenly sat straighter. Apparently cowed with a look.
"…Hi Nike." I said nervously, unsure as to why she was here.
"Hello Roland." She said pleasantly, she didn't sound angry or annoyed, but she certainly looked like it. Besides I wouldn't be able to tell anyway, I've never dealt with a girl or woman like her.
Torga however seemed utterly humored, "Years ago I gave your mother to your father as a gift. Now I'm giving his son a woman as well! What are the odds?"
"You're doing what?!" I said surprised.
"Freaking sweet!" cheer Rattletrap, his arms shooting into the air happily. "Bro you lucky dog!"
"You should feel flattered!" Torga smiled, sliding off his dais towards me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder and gesturing to Nike who now seemed to be blushing as he whispered. "She's completely enthralled with you."
"T-that's NOT it!" she said indignantly, looking at me for the first time, before going rigid and turning away again… was she blushing? I blushed heavily myself at the thought…
"The fact of the matter is she, due to some internal issues, hurt a client last night…" Torga replied softly, "And I can't let her get away with that and work in the club…"
"She's a stripper!?" Rattletrap replied happily, bouncing in his seat but we all ignored him.
"But she also has a debt to me and she needs to have a steady income, or she won't ever pay it off. So, she goes with you? I pay her for it! Everything works out." He said, apparently already making the decision for me.
"I…guess. But it's dangerous she shouldn't have too…" I began but she cut me off, quickly approaching me and grabbing my hand.
"It's fine. I can take care of myself… are we done here?" she said abruptly, squeezing my hand as Torga handed me the instructions for the job into the other one along with a holo-com to contact him.
"Indeed!" he smiled, "Enjoy yourself." He added, but I wasn't sure who he was talking to… maybe all of us.
She dragged me out of the room as Rattletrap followed, looking up and down her long powerful legs. "Hello there! I'm Rattletrap." He said suavely, trying to strike a pose but she continued to move forwards unabated, leaving him behind
"Hi." She said bluntly, opening a nearby room and dragging me into it, shoving me in "Give us a moment." She said, to Rattletrap shutting the door behind us in his face.
"Go for it bro!" Shouted Rattletrap and she rolled her eyes and stared at me.
"You came inside me. You have to take responsibility." She said abruptly.
"You're pregnant!?" I shouted, staring at her covered muscle stomach but she rolled her eyes.
"No! you… adorable idiot! Cathar mate for life! And my body is reacting to that nonsense."
"Oh, I know that." I replied calming down, "My sister and my Mama are Cathar. But I always thought that was a nature versus nurture thing, that's what mama told me."
"You…" she stared at me confused, "You're part Cathar?" she looked me up and down, "I don't… see it."
"What? Oh. No. I'm part Twi'lek…" I waved my hand, "It's a long story… kind of like a holo-drama, I'll tell you on the ship." I then looked her up and down again and didn't meet her eyes. "I uh… you're unhappy with this right?"
She stared at me, I couldn't read her she was so stoic. "…I'm not unhappy with it. I'd rather work on a ship than sell my body. But you… I don't know how to fix this." She said, gesturing between us, "It's like I'm addicted to you, but not. It's hard to explain."
"It's… it's fine we won't do anything you don't want to do." I said firmly, "I mean we should get to know each other… before we, you know, go further."
"We had sex." Nike said bluntly, "That's pretty far already…" but slowly she sighed, "…Fine let's start small. I'm Nike Nyx. I was a militia soldier on Coruscant for a few years, and I applied to become a doctor, my academy bills however are atrocious so now I work for Torga." She gestured to me with a faint humored smile, "Now you go."
I cleared my throat as she watched me intently, "I'm Roland Firemane, my dad was a bounty hunter, my mom was his slave girl, and my Mama was his girlfriend…" her eyebrows rose at that but she chuckled as I continued, "I have a sister. She's pretty famous, and my uncle-guardian Caradoc raised me for three years when my parents disappeared."
Her face softened a little at that, "…They disappeared?"
I nodded, "Yeah… I got some stuff from them I guess." I said pulling out the communicator that had remained silent since we left Kashyyyk. "But it's not much…"
"And I'm Rattletrap!" Rattletrap shouted from outside the door, Nike raised an eyebrow at that but turned back to me. "I'm his best bro…" he bragged.
"I think we'll get used to him…" I added under my breath.
Nike however, smiling a little smugly, rapped lightly on the door. "Rattletrap?" she asked sweetly.
"Helloo." Rattletrap replied, his voice dropping an octave as he attempted 'suave'.
"I'm your bro's girlfriend." She said abruptly, eyeing me a little curiously as Rattletrap cried out in despair.
"Aw man! Cock block!... can you at least introduce me to some of your obviously hot stripper friends?" he asked.
"If you meet us outside the building, I will." She said, "...eventually..." she added under her breath still watching me oddly, holding a finger to her lips for my silence. "We need a private moment please." She pleaded sultrily.
"Laterbromeetyoutherehavefun!" he shouted rapidly and with a sound like a swoop bike engine he was gone, the silence extremely telling.
"Now then…" she began as I nodded at how deftly she handled Rattletrap. "You said you have a Cathar mother and sister? And your sister is famous?"
"Oh… yeah hang on I confiscated this from Rattletrap." I pulled out the pinup of Circe and held it to her, she took it and her eyes widened.
"Circe Bessana is your sister?! THE Circe Bessana?" she said amazed, looking at me and frowning. "…Actually, the hair is kind of a giveaway…" she said looking between the picture and I, she laughed rather impressed. "Well that's pretty cool."
"Yeah. Like I said I know the whole 'mate for life' thing. Maybe we can talk to Circe about it, she's pretty smart, or Mama if we ever find her. I mean not that I mind…" I said and coughed immediately as my brain said that out loud.
Her ruby red eyes looked up from Circe's picture and gently gave it back to me. "…You know… I never said I hated the idea." She said softly, whispering gently as her hands wrapped around me head and pulled me close. "It's just you have to take responsibility."
"O-okay… I can do that…" I said, gulping as I gazed into her eyes. "W-what do I have to do?"
"Well…" she said coyly, turning around and resting her head on her arms on the door. "…Help me test a theory?" she asked sultrily, her back arching as she jutted out her skirt covered rear. Gently swaying it left and right like a snake charmer.
"…Whatever you want…" I replied, following her hips as she did.
"I need you to take your hard, throbbing cock and shove it deep inside my wet and horny pussy…" I think my pants would've exploded if I wasn't wearing underwear.
She giggled as instinctively I unzipped and struggled to release my manhood. "There it is…" she cooed, encouraging me. "Just relax and take it…" I lifted her skirt over her rear, realizing she wasn't wearing underwear and immediately shoved my dick deep into her as she jumped on the door.
"O-oh my force!" she trembled on the door, her claws scrapping the metal as she gasped for breath, tightening immensely around me. "Oh… oh force I was right…" she purred loudly, and I pressed up against her putting my ear onto her back and listening intently to the low loving mumble. "…Okay… fuck what I said and FUCK Me." She demanded, and I obeyed without question, her breasts rubbed up and down the door as I moved slowly in and out of her tight welcoming womanhood, squeezing me almost lovingly as I went in and out. Groping her large wonderful backside as I did.
"Touch me." She demanded pleadingly even as my hands moved up her waist and slipped under her shirt to feel her amazing fur against my skin, until I rose to her breasts and gently rubbed them, flicking her nipples against my palms as she gasped for more. "More. I need it!" she whined, purring desperately as I throbbed. "Force it feels so good…" she growled to herself.
I wanted to obey every command she gave me. And I would without question I gave her more.
She began to 'worm' her hips back against me, staring into my eyes over her shoulders as she watch my face contort with pleasure. "You… you want to cum?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
I rubbed my face in a nod on her back, "I-I do. Please let me…"
"You don't have to ask!" she shouted and pushed back hard against me until I was buried deep inside her. "You'll never have to ask!"
And we came, hard together as she trembled, her wonderful body tightly clenching my throbbing cock as I filled her warm tightness with my seed. Her tunnel pulsed gently as if swallowing my release. I held her tightly against me, not wanting a drop to escape her as I rested my head back on her back as we leaned together against the door. And I listened to her hum her satisfaction as she chuckled… "Well. That proves my point… I didn't hit you." And before I could look at her awkwardly, she purred again, and I just didn't care anymore. "…And you felt fucking GOOD…" she breathed out a sigh.
There was nothing, nothing more beautiful to me than hearing her purr. Dad always said that when you meet the right woman she'll have something wonderful about her that you'll love the most, and to remember that…
Actually, now that I thought about it he always said something else about women…
I looked at her, and completely straight-faced asked. "…Can you use a lightsaber?"
"…What?" she asked a little surprised, "Why would you ask that?" she laughed a little, giggling beautifully as her body squeezed me instinctively as she laughed.
"Well… it was something dad always said because it was a thing between him and my mom… then she'd punch him." I said, smiling at how silly it sounded when I said it out loud. "…You can't, right?
"No. Roland I can't use a lightsaber." She said shaking her head at the absurdity. What exactly did your father say about it? I'm curious now."
"If a hutt ever gives you a slave girl always ask if she can use a lightsaber." I said word for word. "Honestly, I never thought I'd have to ask…" she looked at me for a moment, and shook her head again, letting me slip out of her and adjusting her skirt back down over her wonderful butt as she carefully put me back in my pants and kissed me. Moaning into my mouth as her hips wiggle, a tiny drop of my cum escaping down her leg…
"…Let's go see your ship." she said with a very beautiful smile. Gazing into my eyes.
"…Yeah okay…" I added, and she wrapped her arms around mine and together we headed back up the hall.
"…And can I get an autographed picture from your sister? I'm a fan."
I sighed, but I knew I couldn't say no to her. "Isn't everyone? Fine, but…" I blushed as I looked down at her skirt, "O-only if you wear that skirt all the time… or at least a lot."
She stared at me thoughtfully but grinned, "…Whatever you like…" she said with a soft purr in my ear, reminding me of our first night together, and perhaps promising me of more to come… I turned as red as my hair at the very thought.
We soon returned to the ship after gathering some essentials for her from her dorm and letting her say goodbye to some friends. Mirai drove us back to my ship outside the city as loader droids hefted a couple of crates onto the ship as Urai gestured to a bronze-colored protocol droid to Caradoc.'
"So, all you got to do is let her look at the books." He said, "Well, data files but the same thing. Then bring her back and we'll see if anything doesn't add up."
Cadadoc nodded, "Easy enough."
"Sweet droid." Rattletrap said skipping out of the speeder and checking it out.
"I am Cortana." The droid replied in a voice that encouraged odd thoughts, she sounded like a com-sex operator that used to be a model that posed nude for the fun of it.
"…Sweet voice…" Rattletrap said a little dreamily, staring at its flashing mouth as she spoke.
"Thank you." The droid replied again, "Shall I bored the vessal?" it asked Rattletrap politely
"Sure!" he replied happily, "We're calling it the Lost Dream! Makes it sound more Mysterious..."
Caradoc who merely shook his head, as the droid and Rattletrap walked and chatted onto the recently leveled ship. Before Caradoc turned his attention to me and stared coolly at Nike.
"…And who is she?" he said sniffing again as he looked her up and down.
"That means he irritated…" I said, in a whispered warning to Nike, "…I don't know how he's going to…"
"I'm a new crewmember." She said suddenly, approaching and holding out her hand to Caradoc, "I can fire a blaster, I can patch you up… and I can entertain the captain." She said knowingly, giving him a confident grin. "Is that going to be a problem?" she added firmly, eyeing Caradoc up and down herself.
Caradoc stared into her ruby-colored eyes, and examined her shapely black, white-striped body before ignoring her completely and looking right at me. "…You really are just like your father." He said a little disappointed, but also sounding impressed. "Let's just get to Dantooine before you find yourself a twi'lek who likes to perform in hardcore Holo-girl vids…"
"That would be AWESOME!" Rattletrap shouted from somewhere inside the ship as we all turned to look at the ramp.
"…How did he do that?" I asked nervously as Nike smiled at me and shrugged, and together we all walked onto the ship.
Rattletrap was better at flying the second time around, and with Urai and Mirai waving us off, we hit the atmosphere towards Dantooine… but I did try to follow everything Rattletrap touched in the cockpit. Just because someone needed to fly the ship doesn't mean it has to be Rattletrap.
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