Ain't No Rest For The Wicked [Levantine Sanctum Dominion of Iferetes]

[Miktik]

Miktik manipulated the controls of the ship, like a child driving his fathers car...

The vessel took off and started away from the massive ghost ship. The Gypsy Moth flew erratically, as if the pilot was drunk away from the hanger and looped around to the coordinates Jorus had indicated. "Die," Miktik said pressing down on the buttons and sending a hail of missiles towards to the target... "Die you son of a...."

No, Miktik could not swear, he was much too adorable for that. The missile struck and the explosion was large... too large... "We're too close!" Miktik said turning the ship around and making a run for it!

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Delila Castillon"]


Rakghouls! More Rakghouls! Many of which were currently in various states of mutilation when they had not been frozen, blasted to pieces or plain and simply blown up. Significant sections of the ghost ship had been blasted to chunks amidst the use of overpowered Force magic and heavy duty explosives.



They were making progress, but still there was no end to the horde it seemed. When they were finally getting some breathing space Siobhan felt a warning through the Force and gestured to a halt. "Pull back. Things are about to...get heated. Retreat in order." An overpressurised telekinetic shockwave with the force of a bomb blast was unleashed upon Rakghouls that still charged them as the Firemane troops pulled off a fighting retreat, spraying the hall with blaster bolts and bolter fire.


Perhaps they would see the Gypsymoth take off but regardless Firemane troops would quickly file into the dropships even as they kept on firing on the stream of Rakghouls coming their way. A hailstorm of e-web and heavy repeater fire mowed beasts down storming towards them. Siobhan would be the last on the dropship - if soldiers were to slow she would simply telekinetically grab and toss them into their craft. The Firemane troops had been able to transport some of the gunships to the frigate. Not that many given the time constraints but enough.



Dropships shot out of the by now very wrecked hangar into the vastness of space. Presumably before assault concussion missiles from the most powerful tramp freighter ever made a barbeque out of it because our intrepid heroines are already contracted to appear in another adventure!

 

[Delila Castillon]

Somewhere on Iferetes - After the 'Ghost Ship'


Light music tinkled throughout the room. The room was decorated in wood and rock, as if bringing nature inside. Something was burning -- smoldering -- on a plate in the corner. The worker had told her it was 'aromatherapy' or some nonsense. So here she was , face down and wearing not a stitch of clothing. Unless one wanted to count the towel that was keeping a pale full moon from appearing. With a hair in a messy bun, Delila was nearly falling asleep. Maybe that aromatherapy thing was working.


Large hands brought her back to reality - waking up with a half-snore. It sounded like someone choking a krayt dragon. It took her a moment to realize it was the massage therapist. Right. [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had thought it was a great idea to treat them all to a 'spa day'. Delila wasn't sure what that meant at first but apparently in beauty queen speak it meant parading around in towels and letting strangers oil you up and rub around. At least she got a male massage therapist. Dells would take all the 'action' she could get at this point in her life.


Warm oil glided over her shoulder, rubbing on the spots where the blaster rifle recoil had done a number on her shoulder. She could get used to this.


"So much better than being covered in Sith beast entrails."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Delila Castillon"]


"See, I said you'd enjoy it! We should do this more often," Siobhan spoke up in that smug, terribly chipper beauty queen voice that had come to annoy Dells so much. But for now things were perfect for her. Adventure, mayhem and action, followed by a decadent day of lazing around and being waited on by servant girls. Little could she know that soon things would take a very grim turn for her and remind her of the fact that even with superpowers she was mortal.


But those events would not to come pass for a while since timelines are murky that way. Unlike Dells she had been awake, relishing the soft touches and nimble fingers of a gourgeous Twi'lek masseuse who rubbed and stroked across her shoulders, releasing all the tension she had been holding. Free of the heavy armour that had weighed so heavily on her, she could let herself go and fully enjoy the loving attention. She had not yet checked what room service offered, but perhaps she could invite the girl to her room later...


A soft moan escaped her throat and she arched into the touch as a fetching Togruta servant girl walked over and knelt before her feet, which looked a good deal less swollen now that they had been massaged and moisturised with lotion, and began applying lavender nail polish because that was such a beautiful colour. Life truly was good.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Buliwyf stood in a bright white collared shirt and tan pants as he performed the duties of his side job in the sanctum, foreign massage therapist.

"Und is zat bettah ladiez?" He said in a calming tone as he applied more of the scented oils. It was hard for a smith to find work off midwinter. This was a tough job but someone had to do it, right?

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Buliwyf Jarhulda"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]



"Not every Twi'lek wants to dive into the sheets with you." Delila just noticed the girl. Of course. "Talk about a damn ego" The last bit was muttered, more for herself. Trying to focus more on her experience than the goings on of Beauty Queen Dating Hour going on a short distance away from her. More scents assaulted her senses as the foreign massage therapist poured a bit more on her.


"Keep working on that shoulder and everything will be great. You don't seem like the massage therapist type but...nice hands Mister."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Ahm un blacksmith." Buliwyf replied, "but few need me in ze galaxy at large. So I do zis unstead."

Buliwyf worked the shoulder more and waved the togruta away. She was just trying to sneak a peak at [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] anyway.