The Dark Academy on Korriban

''On ALL levels!''

She began pacing around, frenetic

''I need to study the info to be sure...we need to keep this hidden for now.''

"No word. To no-one. Not yet."

Moyr agreed readily.

"I don't want to know it either, really. Not until you can be sure about what it really is. Secure it the best way you can."

Baesal nods and closes the egg

''What now...''

"You have three days in hyperspace. Perhaps it will be enough."

Moyr mused thoughtfully.

"What is Rakatan?"

''Rakatan refers to the Rakata, an ancient and powerful race of dark side users. They forged a bloody empire thousands of years ago, way before the Jedi and the Sith.''

She said in a professoral manner

''They where famous for their force powered machinery and their terraforming.''

She scratches her chin

''On an other note, do you have some remaining spare parts and stuff I could borrow?''

"Hazzan mentioned a Rakatan ritual similar to what Zash has been doing... only affecting a whole planet of sentients. I suppose that's a form of terraforming."

Moyr remarked darkly, then shook her head.

"Sorry, dear, should have asked me at the spaceport. I monetised everything I didn't need to get some decent jungle equipment. Didn't you?"

''Rats'' she said

''Well I hoped the Ionblade would not have exploded. I need to rebuild it again."

"If you're out of functional sabre, I can lend you the ancient sword I picked up in the Black Vault."

''Oh, no. I got my soho with the silver crystal still.''

She shrugs

''Its my Ionsaber prototype that blew up...but I know how to fix that now. I just need the funds to make it''

"How much do you need?"

''Um...'' she checked her credit score

''I'm missing about 250-300 credits I guess.''

"Okay, you're not."

Moyr reached out for her datapad to finalise transaction.

Baesal was surprised

''What?! Really, thanks a bunch!''

She moved to give her a giddy hug

"That's just money, darling."

Moyr happily reciprocated, giving Baes an affectionate pat on the back, followed by a playful buttock squeeze.

''Heeeek!'' was her reaction to the squeeze

Baesal then giggled and asked ''Can I do that too?''

Moyr rose to her knees on the bed, legs slightly astride, and shook her booty with a ferocious grin.

"Catch if you can!"

''Yipeee!''

Baesal entered a tactical grabbing mode, feinting left but actuallt trying to grab right

[Roll Coordination, Hard Difficulty!]

Grabbing the prize!: 2eA+3eD 2 successes, 2 threat

She managed a double squeeze of a pert tush [2 successes], but her chest was deviously groped and kneaded! [2 threat]

"Ha!"

Moyr exclaimed triumphantly.

''Oohhh'' she said with admiration as her hands evaluated her friends round behind. That was followed by a

''Eeek!''

She frowned

''I will not be defeated so easily!'' she shook her fist in defiance and tried another tactical groping

tactical groping: 2eA+3eD 1 success, 3 threat

"Oh really?"

Groping succeeded in soft, voluminous squishing, but then Moyr shifted weight so abruptly that Baes dropped flat and found herself pressed against the bed from above.

"You can have one wish before I have my way with you, dear."

''AH! AAAaaaaa...''

And so after having a fleeting moment of delightful squishing she was pressed against the bed. She felt an intense blush coming on, her instinct was leaning towards fight or flight but...it could not be so bad could it?
Moyr was her friend after all...even if the twilek did not believe in the concept.

''I...uh...'' words were becoming hard as her breath became more laborious and her eyes widen with anticipation

''I trust you with that...'' she risked a timid smile ''please don't hurt me...too much''

"No hurt, I promise, my little Baes."

Moyr whispered sweetly into her ear as her body kept pressing, suddenly more heated than a brisk moment before.

"What's a bit of sweet abandon between friends."

/FtB

Baes gave a meek nod...

/FtB