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“Nah.” Daveny said busying herself with the stubborn Lekku that reflectively curled about her shoulders in times of great stress.
“I never liked the name Junior.” she said with little eye contact as she turned her head to loosen her top. The scuffle had left her disheveled. She pulled her leather vest over her head with difficulty, the white tank beneath hiked up above her stomach.
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The Chagrian’s large ship was in swift pursuit and had Naomi’s craft in its sights.
On board the captain was scowling, her bought a blue hand to his mouth and bit his knuckles in concentration as he gave the order to halt an attack.
He didn’t want to wipe the ship from the galaxy- he wanted its contents.
It was no good destroyed…not until he had the twi’lek alive.
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Once the annoyance had been removed from her back the twi’lek stood and began to unlatch her polished boots. wriggling from her pants, she kicked the tight leg off with disregard for her lack of privacy. Beneath she wore shorter bottoms cut at “boy short” length slung low on her hips.
She removed the straps from her shoulders and held them in her mouth while re applying her high steel waders.
“Just out of curiosity,” She said, her voice slightly muffled by her mouths occupant.
“Do you hang out in Ryloth bars on the off chance everyone on the planet will go nuts and a damsel in distress with need to be carried off the plant and into the sunset?” She finished the back lacing and removed the straps, pulling them over her torso like a belt and securing them tight.
“Or was I just special?” she winked.
“I never liked the name Junior.” she said with little eye contact as she turned her head to loosen her top. The scuffle had left her disheveled. She pulled her leather vest over her head with difficulty, the white tank beneath hiked up above her stomach.
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The Chagrian’s large ship was in swift pursuit and had Naomi’s craft in its sights.
On board the captain was scowling, her bought a blue hand to his mouth and bit his knuckles in concentration as he gave the order to halt an attack.
He didn’t want to wipe the ship from the galaxy- he wanted its contents.
It was no good destroyed…not until he had the twi’lek alive.
----
Once the annoyance had been removed from her back the twi’lek stood and began to unlatch her polished boots. wriggling from her pants, she kicked the tight leg off with disregard for her lack of privacy. Beneath she wore shorter bottoms cut at “boy short” length slung low on her hips.
She removed the straps from her shoulders and held them in her mouth while re applying her high steel waders.
“Just out of curiosity,” She said, her voice slightly muffled by her mouths occupant.
“Do you hang out in Ryloth bars on the off chance everyone on the planet will go nuts and a damsel in distress with need to be carried off the plant and into the sunset?” She finished the back lacing and removed the straps, pulling them over her torso like a belt and securing them tight.
“Or was I just special?” she winked.
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