Tatooine, Techno Union
Xanos’ Pleasure Chambers, Huttese Palace
Donk. Donk. Donk.
Three loud knocks banged against the steel door of a lower level chamber to a Huttese pleasure palace on the far side of the Tatooine desert wastelands. An angry looking Devaronian with his posse of bouncers surrounded the entrance to one of the client chambers. Three days, with a tab ranked up in fees. Now came the less pleasurable side of the palace – pay up or get wrecked policy.
Screaming in Devaronian tongue the pleasure palace’s pimp yelled through the durasteel, “Get up Ryss! I know you’re in there! It’s time to pay up or I swear this time will be the time I actually throw you into a slaver’s ship!”
Inside a trio of sleepy nude men, two Twi’lek and one Zeltron awoke from their booze induced coma to linger about and fetch their clothes. Snuggled in the middle of the man sandwich was the pale figure of a silver haired Echani woman, the notoriously liberal loan dodging smuggler Ryss Ankarr. The Devonian’s pleasure chambers were one of her “pick-me-up” stops after particularly taxing runs. Judging by the number of naked men wandering around her, last run must have been rough. As one of the Zeltrons opened the curtains letting the sunlight smack Ryss in the face, a green skinned Twi’lek sat next to the lying Ryss and began to nudge her shoulder.
“Ryss. Ryss.” He whispered. “Ryss I know you’re awake, you’re just ignoring me.”
Ryss waved her hand and swatted the Twi’lek’s hand away. “Still begging for attention I see, Shan. Didn’t I give you enough last night. Ryss needs her beauty sleep.” The Zeltron slowing zipping up his trousers chimed in with the knocking on the door. “Well if Master Xanos gets his hands on yah you’ll have all of time to get your beauty sleep.”
Ryss, cocked one of her brows but kept her eyes closed. “Ah, that time of the day already?”
The metrosexual and glitter bidazzled skin of the Zeltron shimmered in the light as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Always darling. Always.”
“Frak.” Ryss rolled up from her bed, stretching and then leaning for her red leather jacket, ignoring her bra and shirt and zipping the jacket straight up. “Well my lovely pets. It’s been a blast. Or should I say I’ve had all your blasts. Like always I’ve left each of you a little something.” Ryss joked pointing to the clutter of expensive gifts she had collected from ‘off the truck’ smuggling operations. “Should sell well in the bazaars.”
Ryss stood up, put on her red pants that matched her jacket. Strapped on her pistol belt that also hung her late Master’s lightsaber, marched to the window and opened it. Looking back at the half naked trio of men, Ryss smiled “We had fun didn’t we?” The men laughed and nodded. Ryss blew them a kiss, leaped from the window and disappeared into the lower levels of the scum hive that spread out around the Huttese Palace.
Down below her old companion the IG-88 droid Ziggy shrieked and beeped as Ryss came running up to him. “Time to go Ziggy!” Ryss yelled. Ziggy turned on the repulsor engines on the land speeder and together they drove off into the scum hive. "How about a drink or two before we do the whole chase routine?"
Together they stopped and entered a local bar called the Doom Elixir.
Xanos’ Pleasure Chambers, Huttese Palace
Donk. Donk. Donk.
Three loud knocks banged against the steel door of a lower level chamber to a Huttese pleasure palace on the far side of the Tatooine desert wastelands. An angry looking Devaronian with his posse of bouncers surrounded the entrance to one of the client chambers. Three days, with a tab ranked up in fees. Now came the less pleasurable side of the palace – pay up or get wrecked policy.
Screaming in Devaronian tongue the pleasure palace’s pimp yelled through the durasteel, “Get up Ryss! I know you’re in there! It’s time to pay up or I swear this time will be the time I actually throw you into a slaver’s ship!”
Inside a trio of sleepy nude men, two Twi’lek and one Zeltron awoke from their booze induced coma to linger about and fetch their clothes. Snuggled in the middle of the man sandwich was the pale figure of a silver haired Echani woman, the notoriously liberal loan dodging smuggler Ryss Ankarr. The Devonian’s pleasure chambers were one of her “pick-me-up” stops after particularly taxing runs. Judging by the number of naked men wandering around her, last run must have been rough. As one of the Zeltrons opened the curtains letting the sunlight smack Ryss in the face, a green skinned Twi’lek sat next to the lying Ryss and began to nudge her shoulder.
“Ryss. Ryss.” He whispered. “Ryss I know you’re awake, you’re just ignoring me.”
Ryss waved her hand and swatted the Twi’lek’s hand away. “Still begging for attention I see, Shan. Didn’t I give you enough last night. Ryss needs her beauty sleep.” The Zeltron slowing zipping up his trousers chimed in with the knocking on the door. “Well if Master Xanos gets his hands on yah you’ll have all of time to get your beauty sleep.”
Ryss, cocked one of her brows but kept her eyes closed. “Ah, that time of the day already?”
The metrosexual and glitter bidazzled skin of the Zeltron shimmered in the light as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Always darling. Always.”
“Frak.” Ryss rolled up from her bed, stretching and then leaning for her red leather jacket, ignoring her bra and shirt and zipping the jacket straight up. “Well my lovely pets. It’s been a blast. Or should I say I’ve had all your blasts. Like always I’ve left each of you a little something.” Ryss joked pointing to the clutter of expensive gifts she had collected from ‘off the truck’ smuggling operations. “Should sell well in the bazaars.”
Ryss stood up, put on her red pants that matched her jacket. Strapped on her pistol belt that also hung her late Master’s lightsaber, marched to the window and opened it. Looking back at the half naked trio of men, Ryss smiled “We had fun didn’t we?” The men laughed and nodded. Ryss blew them a kiss, leaped from the window and disappeared into the lower levels of the scum hive that spread out around the Huttese Palace.
Down below her old companion the IG-88 droid Ziggy shrieked and beeped as Ryss came running up to him. “Time to go Ziggy!” Ryss yelled. Ziggy turned on the repulsor engines on the land speeder and together they drove off into the scum hive. "How about a drink or two before we do the whole chase routine?"
Together they stopped and entered a local bar called the Doom Elixir.
