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_ "First time I ever saw Bran and Kane go at it, well... I stayed to watch." _

_ "Wait, what? Why?" _

_ "Because dad and dad wouldn't let me download porn onto the Rushin' Roulette. But the next thing you know, they caught me and... well, let's just say they gave me a very ** _ **thorough education."

~Kajex and Locke Surnahm

It was said of Corellia that an ancient race, one preceding known life in the Time Before All, was responsible for the construction of the Corellian system; it was also said that it was they who populated Corellia and its four other “little brothers" with humans and Selonians, with the former spirited away from Coruscant and the latter being engineered from less-sentient beings, like most non-human races. Whatever the truth of such a myth, however, there was no question that the planet was central to much of human culture and history. Much like Coruscant, the “Eldest Brother" of the Corellian system was renowned throughout time for its presence in galactic affairs dating back to long before the Old Republic- and perhaps better known than Coruscant for the heroes who called it home.

Han Solo, Corran Horn, Wedge Antilles, Crix Madine, Garm Bel Iblis; just in the last major conflict, these were names that only a small moon's worth of people in the Core Worlds would have never heard of. Even on planets far removed from the center of galactic affairs (like Ekibo), most inhabitants had heard of Corellia, Corellian humans, the Corellian culture, Corellian ships, Corellian heroes- and Corellian alcohol. Of the last, it was said by some of the more inane conspiracy theorists that Corellians planned to take over the universe by making it drunk and conning everyone out of it.

And it was in alcohol, Kajex claimed, where he learned most of his 'cultural heritage'.

“... I don't get it," Locke said as he leaned back in the cockpit seat behind Syrra.

The wolf grinned as he piloted the Gold Rush slowly through Coronet's evening traffic, the planet's capital. Airways both above and below the vessel bustled with speeders, painting the environment outside the ship with energy and character. Deep inside, perhaps known only to himself, the sensation of actually belonging somewhere resonated in Kajex's chest and caused him to feel more at peace than he usually did. “I've been here maybe 10 times in my entire life, but most of what I learned from it came from Bran- he was Corellian, too. He always used to say rocket fuel flows through the blood of anybody born here, which he thought might be why I get a bit overemotional at times. I couldn't very well have so much booze stocked on a Corellian ship and not know anything about the culture. So when I took up drinking with both my dads, he'd teach me about the history and politics of the planet, and the nuances of his-... _our _culture," he rectified. The Sentinel's golden eyes scanned the familiar buildings as he let out a nostalgic sigh. “I like it these days better than I did during the Clone Wars- it got really tight-assed when the Separatists started getting too close to the system."

“What's it like now?" Syrra asked as she refined their course a bit.

“Much better, now that it's rejoined the Republic. Used to be an Imperial-controlled world until the Thrawn campaign, but now it's starting to shine like a polished credit again. Still, there's a pretty sizable population that wants Corellia to resume its isolationism." His eyes scanned the city's skyline, glancing around at various landmarks- little had changed. “Ekibo is more my homeworld than Corellia is, but that doesn't mean I don't want the best for the latter. I guess it's kinda dumb, feeling attached to both worlds even though I don't really belong to either... or anywhere, for that matter," he finished quietly.

With his focus on the skies before him, he nearly jumped at feeling of Syrra's warm paw on his wrist- the Trianii regarded him sympathetically, a gentle smile on her features. “It's not dumb. And as far as I'm concerned, you belong where your heart is most."

Unable to help himself due to her words and smile, the corners of his muzzle lifted and he chuckled. “I guess that means 'here on this ship' with everyone currently on-board."

A snicker sounded out behind him. “Gross. Yer pretty sappy, Surnahm- don't get yer warm 'n' fuzzy feelings all over me, keep that on your packmates."

“Mind yourself, Rook," Locke warned jokingly. “In the event that Kajex saves your life, or you save his, he might 'bond' with you the same as he's done with all of us- and you may just find that you like it."

“Heads up, Syrra- there's our stop."

As with many settlements dating back to ancient history, Coronet had established itself near the coast of its southernmost continent, along with the planet's many government and industrial buildings dating back many thousands of years before. Yet the Corellian Engineering Corporation, perhaps the pride and joy of all Corellians, was set apart from the rest of the city, with its massive spaceport and shipyard centered on a tremendous island a mile from Coronet's coast. While activity here was sparse, the presence of heavily modified vessels doing test runs across the ocean or around the CEC main building's spires was nevertheless a sight to see.

Kajex glanced to Syrra, who's muzzle was hanging open in amazement. Even to someone who knew very little about ship modification, she seemed to understand how souped-up the ships in the area were; from single-seater speeders to large but agile transports, the skies around the CEC hub were alive with test pilots pushing the ships to their limits, engaged in high-performance stress tests or top-level stunts. Feeling it would be better to take control, he put on his headset and opened a channel to the building, circling the island slowly while he hailed them. A crackle of static preceded a pleasant and welcoming male voice.

“Welcome to the Corellian Engineering Corporation's main hub! This is CEC Flight Tower 2, how may we help you today?"

Kajex cleared his throat. “This is Captain Kajex Surnahm of the Gold Rush. I'm here to drop off my ship for extensive modifications. I've made arrangements with one Lead Engineer Khorvis Grosson to meet today."

“Just a moment, Captain. Let me see here... ah, there's the file, you've brought-- wow! An XS Stock Light Freighter? And she's still running?"

“As well as she's been since she got welded together millennia ago- or so I'm told," the Sentinel responded proudly.

“Well, Khorvis is definitely going to have a nice week with your ship- he loves working the vintage models, can't get enough of them! He's kept a spot open for your vessel in Bay 40; in the meantime, would you like for the CEC to get started arranging accommodations and transport for your crew?"

“Sounds great, thanks," Kajex responded, closing the channel while bringing the ship around. “I still can't believe the Gold Rush is getting serviced at the CEC's main hub. Usually when I need repairs I'm directed to local orbital shipyards in whatever system I'm in at the time- getting her upgraded here is like getting the king or queen treatment at a spa. Kane would've loved to have been here," he sighed wistfully.

“So what're we gonna do while we're waiting for your ship, boss?" Rook asked.

“Well, if nobody here has been to Coronet, there's plenty to do. Treasure Ship Row is always worth a look for stuff you want to find, it's probably the biggest outdoor mall strip- bigger than the Matriach's Blessing shop center on Trian. And it's in the Blue Sector too, if you're looking for the shadier establishments; cantinas, pawn shops, brothels, casinos- a real scoundrel's dream come true."

“Well I don't want much out of life," Locke said, leaning over and tousling his brother's hair affectionately. “I more or less have what I want already. Still, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to look for a few more pieces for my lightsaber- and the one you said you would build," he added. “The sooner we hide that little gem Kentoh gave you, the better."

“No arguments there," the Sentinel responded, before pointing to an open docking bay. “Get the ramp ready- there's our nest."

“I gotta say, Captain- when I was told that there was an upgrade order for an XS-SLF, I thought somebody was trying to pull a prank on me with something I might actually fall for," the ebony, oil-spotted Selonian remarked as his wide eyes scanned the millennia-old ship. “But here she is- the Gold Rush, a bona-fide living fossil from the days of the Jedi/Sith Cold War. I never in my dreams thought I'd be able to work on a ship like this! How'd you keep her in such good shape?"

“Both my dads kept it that way," Kajex responded proudly, staring at the vessel fondly. “One was my Jedi Master, the other an Antarian Ranger, and the Temple maintenance crews always did their best to keep her in good shape- her engines and hyperdrive are updated to usual ship standards. Not sure how old Kane managed to get his paws on it, though I wonder if it just became a hand-me-down from the Jedi and Rangers."

“That would make sense," the mechanic agreed as he pulled out a datapad, “the XS was popular among Republic-aligned smugglers back then. So! What did you need to have done on her?"

Kajex cleared his throat as the rest of the crew disembarked. “Well first of all, as you can see we're running with a full crew of 7 and we've run out of bunk space. The crew quarters has 4 bunks total and I'm sharing the captain's quarters with my fiancee," he explained as the Trianii wrapped an arm around him.

“Well, congratulations to you both!" the Selonian responded sincerely. “So are you lookin' for privacy or extra bunks for the, er... 'little ones?'"

“Both. And plenty of both. I've got another 7 passen..." he paused. “I have 7 more family members who I would like to have join us."

Khorvis whistled. “That's big family, captain."

“I'm the kind of guy who likes to keep family close- moreover I expect my brother and I will be training them as Jedi in the future, so I'd like to have the space for them when they come on board- especially more training space in the lounge area."

“Well you definitely came to the right place to get her fitted with new bunks and rooms," the Selonian assured him as his fingers danced across the datapad. “The XS series stopped being manufactured about a 1,500 years ago, but they were essentially the precursors to the YT series- the good news there is that the equipment we use to customize hull sections for the YT hasn't changed since the XS's time, so the labor costs will amount to the same. And in addition to having plenty of modular units for the XS still collecting dust, the YT units fit just as well with a little work." He lifted up the datapad to the wolf. “The scans just finished on your ship- that's how she looks now, complete with 20 or so life-signs."

“One ysalamir and a buncha ship pests," Kajex sighed. “Don't mess with my pet lizard, but can you clear those little parasitic bastards out?"

“Easy to do; that's standard with official CEC checkups, so no extra charge," the mechanic said cheerfully. “In fact... if you're okay with it, I have an offer for you."

Syrra arched an eyebrow. “Nothing off-the-record, is it?"

“Not at all, ma'am- in fact, I'm hoping a lot of people will end up seeing it." He gestured to the Gold Rush. “See, a ship like this is like finding still-shots of Emperor Palpatine in lingerie- it's priceless, and everyone is going to wanna see it. Just getting the specs and doing a comparative analysis of your vessel matched against our YT series, then running that as an ad showing that our ships are built to last? The big-boys upstairs would love it! All I'd ask is to take about 200 images of the ship, inside and out, before and after- I'd knock off half the price in return, even if it means me chipping in some credits out of hand!"

The wolf sputtered. “Wait, wh-- no, that's really not necessa--"

“Captain, I insist," the Selonian gushed anxiously. “You can't imagine how happy I am to work on a vintage ship like this- I left my den specifically because I hoped I'd have the chance, and here it is!"

Syrra grinned. “Deal."

“But Syrra--"

“Love, high-priced living isn't my idea of a worthy life," the Trianii said sincerely, pressing her nose against Kajex's. “This is your home- my home. And Locke's, and Keris', Talrik's and Miles'. And pretty soon it'll be home to your kin, another generation of Jedi for you, and maybe even me, to train. And if fate be so kind... maybe even our own children." She turned to the hopeful-looking Selonian. “Give me a quote on how much it would take to fit the ship with what we're looking for, and I can easily cover the cost. All we want is a ship big and comfortable enough for our pack."

The Selonian smiled. “I'd be glad to- we Selonians value our family, as well."

“... He says he does, but I don't buy it," Rook said.

Miles glanced back from the speeder's steering yoke. “Who? Khorvis?"

The albino Selonian nodded, looking troubled. “I wish I knew for sure if he were really being honest."

It had taken only an hour for Kajex and Syrra to detail what needed to be done with the ship: 10 more bunks (2 in the armory, including a comfortable prison cell); extra storage space for rations in the galley; horizontal and vertical extensions in the lounge to make training easier; pest removal; an engine tune-up; hybrid water/sonic shower units; and a more efficient graywater recycling system. Kajex had nearly passed out when Khorvis had given him an extremely lenient quote, and had to be led away from the docking bay stammering nervously and wondering if he'd have to sacrifice his firstborn somewhere down the line to repay the fates for being so generous.

10 minutes later, Locke had two speeders rented out- while Locke, Kajex and Syrra made for the accommodations that had been set up for them (so Kaj could have someplace to lie down from the shock), Keris, Talrik, Miles and Rook had taken the others to explore. The discussion had turned from interest in the ship's upgrades to the male otter's remark about how family was also important to him.

“Why wouldn't he be honest?" Keris asked, looking curious. “I didn't get any vibe from him indicating he was hiding anything."

Rook shrugged, leaning on the door frame. “Male Selonians tend to get the short end o' the stick when it comes to rights among the species- the chances of seeing one outside of a Selonian den is next to nil. I reckon maybe Khorvis is hiding from the rest of the population so he can focus on his love of ships; if anybody knew, I'd bet my next bounty income that he'd be kidnapped."

Talrik frowned. “For what? You don't think a guy like that has enemies, do you?"

“Not enemies, per se," Rook explained, “but that's not the same thing as saying nobody thinks his life is valuable. Among most Selonians, he'd be valued highly enough to literally keep him in golden shackles."

“... Meaning...?" Talrik pressed.

She looked up, a chill in her veins causing her to hesitate before she spoke. “He'd be a piece of meat that shoots cum. That's it." When the answer was responded to with blank stares, she elaborated. “Selonian males are rare- maybe only 1% of all born pups are male, and the moment they stop firin' blanks from their balls is the moment a fertile female will demand that he fuck a bevy of brats into her. And while a lot of uneducated sick fucks throughout the galaxy would wonder 'why is that a problem if he's gettin' so much pussy?' Well, first of all, he'd only be getting one pussy- the one belonging to the matriarch who owns him. And secondly, I doubt they'd say the same if it was a human child being forced to fuck an adult for the purpose of reproduction- it's pretty much the same thing."

Talrik winced. “That sounds pretty bad when you say it."

“It's not just me saying it," Rook insisted, reclining in her seat. “Males don't have any rights, for the most part. Sure, there are a couple of kinder matriarchs who treat their mates with respect and give them leeway to do what they please in their offtime; but no matter how gilded and padded the shackle is, it's still a shackle. Now... maybe I'm wrong about this dude, maybe he's one of those rare ones who fled with an infertile female who underwent reproductive augmentation and had a nice family with a couple of pups. But if that's the case, he's taking a huge risk remaining in Coronet."

“So you think he's lying?" Miles asked skeptically.

“I don't wanna accuse him of lying, but... I'm also findin' it difficult to believe he's being honest, not without some kinda context," she said uncertainly. “Which is kinda alarming."

“How so?"

“Selonians don't lie," she said simply. “Or at least, try not to lie as a rule. Lyin' among Selonians is considered criminal, not trivial; it's pretty much on par with murder."

“How does that work?" Talrik asked, confused.

“It's instinctive, partially, but it's also a mark of the fact that Selonians are social species- what one otter does and says in the den affects the whole den, making everyone a guilty party anytime one of them decides to lie. Take too much food and lie about it, everyone suffers- you see where I'm going with this?" Talrik nodded and she continued. “The point is, as happy as I am that he seems happy about where he is, I reckon I wouldn't envy his position. At least the den I came from probably doesn't want me back."

“What about you?" Talrik asked. “Are you comfortable with lying? Like, would you hide something if you felt it was to your benefit?"

Rook paused, more from the concerned look Talrik was giving her than the question; a few moments passed as a pang of worry and guilt welled up in her, thoughts straying briefly to the vial of spice in her rear pouch. Swallowing and turning away to hide her face, she gave a half-hearted shrug. “Well, as a Mandalorian I've been taught not to, for the most part. But then again, I'm in a line of work that works best when I keep my muzzle shut and my eyes peeled for my target. I mean... if it helps, I promise I'll be as straight as can be with my employers and allies."

The Amaran male stared at her for a few moments, regarding her critically, before brightening. “I guess that's about the best we can expect. Not like you could pull a fast one on a Jedi."

“Well, not without the ysalamir on my back, no," Rook conceded with a smile.

“We gonna grab some grub, you guys?" Keris asked them. “I'm starving, and Kaj wouldn't let us take some of his noodle bowls down," she complained.

Miles grinned. “Give him a break, kit- poor guy is probably still swooning from the good fortune he got with how much it'll cost to upgrade the Gold Rush. Locke and Syrra are probably gonna take turns on his tail for a bit to calm him down- or probably he and Locke are gonna double team his fiancee."

Keris whined slightly. “I figured that might be the case, but I'm hungrier than I am horny."

Rook arched an eyebrow. “So you don't mind partner-swapping?"

She shook her head. “Kajex and Syrra saved the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with on more than one occasion- the least I can do is let the brothers be intimate with each other. And it's not like the 4 of us aren't physically familiar with each other- or 5," she amended, reaching over and rubbing the back of Talrik's ears, making the male purr lazily as he leaned into it. “Take this cute li'l guy- not quite as big as Locke, but he's really attentive for a lover who likes boys."

The fox blushed, but smiled. “C'mon, Keris- you know I like women just as much."

“You do- but you're cuter when you're with a guy," Miles agreed with a grin.

They had found a food court on Treasure Ship Row, taking time to sit down and have a hot meal as opposed to the usual satisfying but uninteresting ration bars they'd become accustomed to. Once they'd all agreed that no batch of noodles would suit Kajex's taste besides Retsa's, they played it safe and ordered a few steak dinners for the absentee crew-members.

The accommodations that CEC had set up for them were nowhere near the best in the city, but it certainly appeared to live up to its 4-star status. What it lacked in opulence it made for in warmth and comfort- and privacy. When they reached their rooms, there was nothing to indicate anything was amiss in the room selected for Kajex and Syrra, save a magnetic sign on the hatch reading “DO NOT DISTURB."

“Yeah, they're still at it," Miles informed them casually as they passed by, his Force-sight allowing him to easy investigate beyond the physical. “They're really goin' to town on Syrra."

“Ugh, that bitch is so lucky," Keris groaned as she keyed in the code to the room selected for her and her currently-occupied lover. “I'mma have to take it out on her sweet ass once I get a moment alone with her. So, what're we gonna do while we're here? It's late out, there probably won't be much open anywhere unless it's in the Blue Sector."

Miles yawned. “Think I'm gonna get some rest, m'self," the Miraluka said drowsily. “Dinner was nice, I'm feelin' up for a nap. Later I'll see if this place picks up swoop races on their holos."

“The gym downstairs is open 25-hours a day- think I'll set my glaive in our room, grab some towels and spend some time working out," Rook responded as she followed behind them.

“Do you never take a break?" Talrik asked.

“Oh I take breaks," the otter assured him. “But I don't like staying still for too long, either."

It had been a while since Rook had gotten enough space and time to herself so that she could get in the proper amount of reps that she was used, and despite the Gold Rush having a decent amount of space she didn't have the gear she needed to keep herself physically fit. Thus, she was moderately pleased when she entered the gym and found the facility completely empty; it was not often she had the opportunity to make use of a full gym without having to share with someone- and there were no other bounty hunters around trying to grab her ass, thinking she was an easy lay.

Not that she was opposed to the idea- not at the moment. The idea of her employers getting it on was actually somewhat stimulating. Infertile though she was, the otter was still subject to physical desire, and spending almost 2 weeks on a ship that smelled of sex in some places had reignited some of the sexual curiosity she'd largely ignored since she'd left the clan to take up bounty hunting. Fortunately, putting her mind and body to work for an hour was a viable means for her to vent some of that desire away- though in-between lifting weights she could handle, making use of the facility's machines, and scaling the facility's shifting rock wall, visions of a bright red foxcock occasionally appeared in her mind.

She cursed inwardly for it as she reached the top, sighing as there was no room left to go. Talrik was an attractive guy as far as she was concerned, but she had taken the Sentinel's advice seriously on how to approach the Ranger. And as much as the thought of striking up a deeper friendship with the Ranger excited her, as she climbed down unsupervised from the rock wall she had to admit that she had no clue how to approach the fox; if she had to spend an indeterminate amount of time employed by Syrra, she'd have liked to at least get along well with at least one of the crew-members.

Shaking her head to clear the distraction away, she leapt the remaining 15 feet off the climbing apparatus, curving backwards into an agile backflip and landing cleanly on her feet. Taking steady breaths to ease her heart-rate back to normal, she stared up at the rock wall with a sigh- she could climb the thing all night, devoid of any Andris spice, and she would still find it easier to do than approach the fox and ask him to... do anything. Hang out. Spend time. Talk. She hated admitting that she was anything less than the bad-ass bounty hunter, fresh on the scene and already making a name in some circles- yet talking to the opposite sex seemed to have her stumped.

Before she could continue in self-loathing, she gasped and dropped to her knees, afflicted with sharp abdominal and chest pains that seemed to ignite every nerve from her collarbone to her hips in incredible pain. She cried out loudly, slapping a paw to her muzzle as the effects of withdrawal started to overtake her. Gasping as the sensation of suffocation seemed to take hold, she started crawling feebly back to where she'd set her armor aside- never one to leave the valuable skin behind, she'd brought it with just in case she needed it. Grateful that she hadn't left it in the room, she pawed at the belt and fumbled through the pouches, finally finding a vial of the Andris spice and popping the top open. With a deep breath, she inhaled the substance into her, breathing out through her muzzle as the effects took hold.

Her sight blurry with tears of pain, she wiped her face and leaned against the wall to the gym, regarding the bottle of narcotic dust with slight resentment. The drug had served her well in the time that she had used it- not only was it useful in the enhanced perception it granted her, the dust helped her to sleep some times, avoiding nightmares she sometimes had. It was not difficult to find or get ahold of on most planets either, though she suspected she would find it impossible to find a dealer on Yavin 4, whenever they would arrive there. Nevertheless, the withdrawal effects were sharper for her than they were for most species, and while she'd been assured by multiple medical staff that her usage was not putting her body through any potentially fatal effects, the pain was still severe.

A groan escaped her; she didn't feel up to continuing her workout session. Setting the bottle back into the pouch, she got up and slung her armor over her shoulder. A part of her wasn't quite done, and knowing full well she'd be sore if she didn't find a means to cool down, she looked around for the door leading from the gym to the hotel's pool, spotting it immediately and exiting the facility.

The lights had been dimmed significantly, but her recollection was that the facility was also open 25-hours a day. Yet not a single soul stirred in the area, not in the pool nor in the nearby hot-tub. Whoever had designed it had certainly wanted to go for an off-world, exotic look, perhaps trying to replicate the bright fungal jungles of Felucia (or what they imagined them to look like, anyway), with thick (fake) foliage and giant (fake) mushrooms lining the sides of the pool, an artificially-generated mist hanging in the air.

But for all the facade it hid behind, it was really just a swimming pool; and that was all Rook needed as she grinned, pulling off her clothing and bundling it up. Taking a moment to enjoy the cool air flow through her bare fur, she strode the length of the pool and stopped at the far end, setting her clothes and armor beneath some of the manufactured “bushes" nearby. Without even pausing to test the water temperature, she dove straight into the deep end, a rush of excitement and pleasure flowing through her as she flexed around and swam expertly through the delightfully cool water.

Her species was naturally adapted to swimming, with pups ready to take to the water and play within a week of their birth- as adults, they rivaled Mon Calamari and Karkorodons in their ability to move through seas, and easily outmatched both in speed (or so it had been claimed). Even individuals like Rook, who rarely had opportunities to engage in swimming, enjoyed the activity immensely; with nobody to stop her, she swam the entire length of the pool 3 times in succession before she resurfaced to take a breath of air.

Slowly but surely, her muscles started to unwind from the previous workout session; every second, the otter felt herself going more limp, until she was little more than a purring raft of wet fur, floating on her back as she lazily kicked her legs around to propel her across the surface. In the peace of her solitude, relaxed and happy, her thoughts started straying to Talrik again. It occurred to her that the first time the two had talked, they had both been naked and wet- a chuckle erupted from her muzzle at the same moment a deep blush burned in her cheeks. His was not the first penis she'd seen before in person- but it was certainly the most interesting. Even at an age where she should've been familiar with phalli, she was ashamed to admit that she'd never experienced one buried in her; unless one counted the fake, human-shaped toy she kept on her now-stolen ship. Yet Talrik's length was different. She'd heard of canine-like races like Amarans and Shistavanen's possessing knots, but she'd never seen one until Talrik had become aroused in her presence; and though he claimed it was because he was thinking of Kajex at the time, she wondered if (perhaps even hoped) it had been her that had aroused him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door being opened noisily. She jumped, reflexively flinging an arm to the side and grabbing the lip of the pool as she ducked low, keeping her head down and her ears perked up. Two pairs of feet were approaching the hot-tub area, opposite the fake foliage lining the side of the pool; before long, a pair of voiced could also be heard.

“And he said it was okay?" Talrik asked.

A soft giggle sounded. “Of course he did. He didn't object back on Dakua, when Syrra and I double-teamed you. And I like you, Talrik," Keris assured him. “Besides, I didn't hear you voicing your concern when I was riding your cock."

“Hell, girl- you're a dirty one," Talrik chuckled. “But that's why we love you."

Rook blushed as she lifted herself up enough to peer over the rim- the foliage wasn't particularly thick, even as it kept her shielded, so there was no mistaking the two red-furred figures holding each other close and sharing a kiss. A pang of jealousy ran through the otter as she watched Talrik pull the vixen's clothes off and throw them aside- yet she found herself intrigued by the scene nevertheless, the jealousy easing a bit as he stripped soon afterwards, bearing his sheath and balls to the vixen.

“And you took your BC?" Talrik asked.

“I did," the vixen assured him as she held his wrist, guiding him into the steaming water with a purr. “I even did it when Kajex had a shot at my womb- I don't want to take any chances."

Talrik smiled at her as he settled into the pool. “You really love Locke- I admire that you want to save yourself for him," he remarked.

“Trust me, if we ever find out we have no chance at conceiving together, we'll gladly let you donate for us," she said kindly as she settled into him, nuzzling his forehead as her paw dipped below the surface. “We trust you with our lives, love. Until that day, I'm more than happy to spend a nice, private moment with you."

Talrik let out a sharp gasp, growling as the vixen's paw seemed to work his genitals beneath the surface of the heated water. While this happened, a conflict broke out within Rook; a part of her, the part which was irrationally jealous that Talrik was having a moment of intimacy with someone else, made the otter consider stealthily swimming to the other side of the pool, to climb out and dry off. The part of her which was for some reason becoming strongly attracted to the male fox, however, was powerful enough that she instead lifted herself quietly out of the pool, and slid across the stone floor slowly. With a glance around to find suitable cover, she spotted a large, obviously carved boulder which she thought might have been designed specifically for guests to climb and launch from directly into the pool; but the surface was angled just right that she was able to scale it easily and lie on top, peeking over the edge and getting a clear view of the unwary lovers.

She nearly gave herself away with a gasp, hiding it with a paw as she watched; when she'd seen Talrik's member, it had only been about 5 or 6 inches, yet she realized now that she had left before he had reached his full length. Even beneath the dimly-lit surface of the hot-tub she could see he was easily 8 inches long and thicker than she'd imagined, putting the poor little toy she'd been intimate with to shame. Hoping that her anxious swallowing wouldn't attract attention, she watched as Keris' paw work the shaft with quick strokes, pumping the length at a pace that Talrik was obviously enjoying, if his strained groaning as any indication. With every squeeze around the shaft, Talrik shifted, his hips rising slowly as Keris kneaded his flesh.

Rook grit her teeth, a muffling a small whimper as her unoccupied paw slid down her belly. Much as she would have preferred having her dildo present to relieve herself, there was no denying the scene she was witnessing made the toy completely unnecessary; this immediately became apparent once her fingers caressed her netherlips and met a slick moisture that had absolutely nothing to do with the pool she had been swimming in. Cheeks already burning from watching the two go at it, she took in a breath and made the plunge, driving a pair of fingers into her cleft down to the last knuckle and doing her absolute best not to moan from the sudden, pleasurable spark in her loins.

Her silence immediately became more difficult to maintain the moment Keris stopped jerking the male's prick. For a few precious moments, the otter got a clear, uninhibited, Andris-spice heightened view of Talrik's throbbing member. The narcotic's boost to her senses did nothing for touch, but it did augment her vision and sense of time, almost slowing the scene down for her enough so that the few moments she stared at his length seemed more like minutes, rather than seconds. But once those few seconds passed, the length was hidden again- this time buried in the moaning vixen's unprotected cunt.

Talrik hissed slightly as his length was sheathed in her cleft. “Damn, Keris... you know, if someone catches us here--"

“They won't, babe," she cooed, shifting in his lap. “And it's nothing a Jedi couldn't ward away."

“Not exactly Jedi behavior," he chided teasingly as his hips rolled into her and made her yip.

“Mmm, not really... but I'm not a Jedi yet, either. Just lemme be a bad girl for now," she purred, lifting herself off and descending down his pole again, leaning back and letting her ample breasts rise and fall with each movement of her hips as she impaled herself on the male Amaran's bulbous prick. The position gave Rook another clear view of the couple's union as his bare cock disappeared into the vixen's folds.

It was almost too much. To the Selonian, professional pornography had almost immediately lost its appeal when she'd started watching at a young age- it was fake, cheesy and impersonal. Watching Talrik and Keris fuck, on the other hand, was far more raw and sincere, and did much more to inflame the desire in Rook's lower belly than any erotica she'd ever witnessed. Even given the jealousy she was feeling- which she was finding difficult to rationalize- the otter felt no desire to discontinue her spying and masturbating to the couple as their bodies flexed and rolled against each other.

It didn't help that Rook had to grudgingly admit that Keris was attractive in her own right. In the moments that Talrik's length was completely buried in the vixen's pussy, the otter had to settle on watching her breasts heaving as she gasped and moaned, the slight jiggle in each tit drawing Rook's eyes every time. With her left paw continuing to hold her muzzle shut, her right slid deeper into her crevice; hot waves of delicious pleasure coursed through her nerves and made her shudder, culminating in the otter arching her flexible spine at an unprecedented angle. Despite the risk of being seen, she pushed herself closer to the edge of the boulder for a better view.

Almost immediately she became aware that she was not the only one stifling her voice, as Talrik and Keris shivered against each other. They had the benefit of facing each other, able to share kisses that muffled the moans they let out. But very little could cover the noises of their splashing, as Keris started to bounce on his dick, riding him as hard as she could without reducing herself to screams and yelps. The abrupt change in pace caused Rook to pause for a moment, shifting her paw a little bit and letting out a barely-concealed gasp as her thumb grazed against her clit. Terrified that she might have revealed herself, she cleared her head and kept her eyes on them- neither of them seemed to have noticed anything. She touched the button again, writhing as the sensation tore through her.

Through the haze in her vision, she watched the two foxes continue to breed, even as she tended to her own physical desires; or at least most of them. Logically, she knew that Andris spice wouldn't cause any manner of hallucinations- in fact, the narcotic usually prevented them by boosting perception, reflexes and mental acuity- and yet it was not long before her deepest desire to be fucked took root in her imagination and forced itself into her waking eyes. She did not possess Keris' bust, nor her curvy hips, and in fact she dimly wondered if there were any physical features that she did possess that Talrik would enjoy- but that didn't prevent her from seeing herself in the fox's lap, riding the crimson-colored shaft.

Though her fingers were incapable of simulating the feel of his tool, her imagination took care of it- every thrust of her fingers into her depths might as well have been Talrik's cock plowing past her folds. Each time her dull claws caressed gently against the roof of her cleft, she shivered; having been long-acquainted with her own g-spot made it easier to reach her apex, yet now it became even better as she visualized the tapered tip of his prick grazing against it. Curiosity became lust as every moment she spent wondering about his tool coalesced into phantom sensations that seemed to fill her tight tunnel, spreading her lips apart to accommodate his girth. To be held in the fox's arms, pressed against his trained body as she rolled into his motions, was a fantasy she'd never had before about anybody; yet now the lurid images of such a union would not leave her mind. She nearly chirped as she felt a prickle in her neck, imagined from the act of being nipped by the fox- heart racing madly, she turned her head again to watch the two Amarans continue.

If it wouldn't have given away her position, she would have gasped loudly as Keris leaned back again and ground into the Ranger's lap; the base of his cock had swollen and was kissing hard against the vixen's netherlips. Difficult as it was for Rook to believe, she was actively trying to squeeze the bulb of crimson flesh into her folds, whining loudly as she wordlessly begged for his knot. The shameless moaning, mixed with the sight of raw sex made the otter dizzy with lust, and the very moment that Keris screamed and the knot disappeared into her cleft was the moment Rook squeaked and lost her endurance, twitching violently as an explosive heat seemed to burst in her loins. Hot honey gushed from her finger-fucked hole, splattering and trickling down the shelf of rock she laid on. Dimly aware that her squeak had been masked by the vixen's howl, tears streaked down her face as Talrik grunted and snarled loudly, his hips jerking up and lifting Keris slightly as he ground his hips against hers; Rook could tell he just from his strained expression that he was pumping loads of cum into the vixen's protected womb. She watched as over the course of a minute, Talrik settled down, groaning as he relaxed in the heated water and sank a bit below the surface, pulling Keris along with him.

The vixen was panting, red faced and looking satisfied as she leaned into him. As addled as her senses her by her orgasm, Rook was able to hear their conversation as she tried to get her heartrate back to normal. “B... by the Force, Talrik..."

“Don't... be like that," he chuckled, pressing their noses together. “You don't need to stroke my ego by telling me 'you were incredible,' or something like that."

“You were incredible," Keris assured him. “I'm glad I was able to convince you to come down here with me- you know everybody enjoys your company."

“Yeah, I know; I guess I just keep trying to convince myself that I'm more partial to males than females, but... you and Syrra keep me guessing, so it's hard not to want to experiment a little, just to be sure," he replied with a sigh.

Rook sighed quietly, feeling completely relaxed after her session- she half-expected to trickle down the slanted rock and off the side into a puddle of freshly-sexed otter. Indeed, as she started to slide consciously down the stonework, she felt unusually limber, her nerved endings tingling delightfully. For a moment she considered resting against the back of the rock, but thought better of it and started gathering her gear, using a towel to dry herself off as quietly as possible. She nearly didn't hear Keris' next words as she dried out her headfur.

“What about the new kid, Rook? She keep you guessin'?"

The otter froze, ears perked up as her spice-enhanced senses strained to hear his answer.

“Ryan? She's... different. Interesting culture, and she seems like she'd hold up well in a fight."

“... You know what I meant."

There was a pause, then a sigh. “I think she's alright. And... I think she has a great body, if that's what you want to hear. I already know you want to have a turn with her, I'd be lying if I said I didn't wonder, too."

Rook's ears burned as Keris' giggle rang out. “Like that's hard for you to figure out. But I think I'll keep my distance with her. I nearly screwed up with Syrra, and I think how I approached it with her is how our new member should be approached- friends first, benefits after." There was another pause, and the length of time compelled Rook to peek around the rock at the two foxes. “Did you have your eye on her?" Keris asked, her head cocked to the side.

Talrik's expression was thoughtful, and the otter was almost certain this was a question he'd been asking himself recently. “I honestly couldn't say," he answered, “I don't think I've even started considering things that far ahead. Even if I did, I wouldn't want to rush something like that, screw it up with bad decisions. I think you and Syrra were lucky with Locke and Kajex, to be honest- it took a couple of months before Kaj and I started screwing around."

Keris nodded. “True- but Syrra tells me that's because you were a lot less confident back then, compared to now." She smiled, leaning in and pecking the side of his muzzle. “If it helps, I'll keep my eyes open. Maybe she's lookin' for a fling, or a friend, but you always got the pack with you. I know Syrra and Kaj'd support you, and you got my paw in too."

Talrik smiled back. “Thanks, Keris."

Rook swallowed, backing away from the side of the rock with a growing sense of giddiness that she'd rarely felt before. With a smile she would've counted as uncharacteristic, she finished toweling herself off and threw on a fresh tunic, grabbing the rest of her gear and leaving as quietly as possible.

Late as it was, Rook didn't run into much more than a couple of room service droids ambling through the corridors, so the walk back gave her time to consider what she'd just seen, done and heard. Even if, for the last few days at least, she'd entertained the idea of partaking in the same physical relationship the rest of the crew were comfortable in, seeing Talrik indulging was among the last things she expected- even more than a foursome in the Gold Rush's crew 'fresher. Mandalorians weren't particularly sexually open (nor were they conservative); being added to a crew of Jedi and non-Jedi that engaged in it with each other so readily (and in a public area, no less) was a new experience she had not been prepared for.

What startled her most, however, was her reaction to everything. Showering nude next to a male was not a new experience; seeing them get hard at her body wasn't new, either; with access to pornography since her teens, watching two people getting intimate (or faking it) had gotten boring- or so she'd thought. Seeing Talrik and Keris fucking in the open and sharing a positive relationship had made the scene much more sincere and sparked sensations Rook hadn't experienced in the past; and her reaction had been to spy on them and masturbate while they engaged. A hard burn set in her cheeks as she thought about it at length- she'd never done anything like that before. While her first impulse had been to creep away unseen, she'd instead risked being seen and pleasured herself, almost without conscious thought. And as embarrassed as she might have felt, she didn't regret doing it- it was easily one of the most intense and pleasurable experience in her life, a close second to winning one of her childhood hunts.

If anything could make the night a more positive experience, though, it was hearing Talrik consider the possibility of a physical relationship with her. The idea both thrilled and scared her; while she was very curious about that kind of intimacy, it was unknown territory to her. But to at least hear that he thought about her brought a smile to her face.

“I think she's alright."

“... I think you're alright too," the otter said softly to herself. There was a pause and she shook herself out of her reverie. One step at a time, she decided as she reached the room she was staying in, keying it open and stepping inside. The first thing she saw was Miles seated near the room's holoprojector screen- the first thing she heard was him cursing.

“C'mon, get on the inside of the track, asshole- he always slows down on the 4th turn!" A bottle of ale was in his hand as he clenched a tense fist, apparently staring intently at the screen in front of him before falling back with a groan of disappointment. “Mother_fucker_, I had to bet on the stupidest swoop-racer in the top 5, didn't I," he griped, leaning back in the chair. Rook glanced at the projection- indeed, a swoop race was just concluding with the first few racers crossing the finish line. She jumped as Miles addressed her. “Hey Rook, c'mon in..."

Nerves slightly jangled as she remembered he didn't have to face her direction for him to see her, she complied. “Bad gamble?" she asked.

He sighed, nodding. “I've been a fan of swoop-racing since I was a kid, today was race 1 of the Final Five on the Mid-Rim territories." Stretching out a bit and readjusting his eyeband he cleared his throat. “Kaj, Syrra and Locke turned in about an hour ago- looks like the wolf bros wore Syrra out. Kajex really wanted to thank Syrra for the ship, I think."

Rook nodded. “Hope she's saving credits for me- she did hire me, after all."

“Ah, don't worry about it," Miles assured her. “She's loaded and wants none of it. I think she's comfortable enough living with Kajex. Kinda sweet knowing she wants that little out of life, actually- though I get the impression that she never really fancied herself a rich girl." He turned to face her. “You holding up alright?"

The otter nodded, setting her armor next to the bed she'd called dibs on. “Decided not to overdo it in the gym- I think I got a good workout."

Miles paused, his expression looking slightly troubled. “Yeah, I figure it wouldn't exactly be a good idea to strain yourself in the middle of spice withdrawal."

Rook froze, a glacial chill running through her veins as her eyes darted towards the Miralukan. He didn't say anything, merely leaning back, regarding her seriously. Words seemed to come slowly to the otter as her heart started hammering. “... How...?"

The ex-soldier sighed, pointing to his eyeless face. “Miraluka, remember? Just because I'm not a Jedi or Force-trained doesn't mean I can't see a considerable distance when I put my focus into it. I've watched Locke's and Keris' backs for over half a year, and I've spent the last 2 months watching Kaj's, Syrra's and Talrik's, too. Mind you, I give them privacy when they need it, but I owe it to my boss to watch his hide, being that he saved mine by hiring me." He paused. “And now that you're a member of the crew, even if in a temporary capacity, I aim to keep an eye on you, too."

Rook looked away. “I don't need it," she responded irritably.

“Don't be a damn fool," Miles responded sternly. “We're up against Sith and Imperial Remnant, which means we all need to keep our eyes open. Well... most of us, anyway. Point is, whether you want it or not, you're gonna have my sights on you. You can defend yourself, but the Gold Rush functions as a pack- that means working together, got it?"

The otter hesitated, then nodded. “Fine..."

Miles stared at her for a few moments before nodding. “And don't worry... I'm not gonna chew you out for Andris spice. Bounty hunters typically look for some kind of edge when they need to come out on top- even if it saps their credits while doing it."

“Y'aint gonna lecture me, are you?" Rook asked sardonically.

“No. But I will ask you about it. How long have you been using?"

She paused. “Why does it matter?"

“It matters because the last thing we need is for you to be doubled-over because you forgot to take a hit before working," Miles explained. “I just need to know that you have a steady supply of spice on hand."

Another pause and she sighed. “I've been using it for about 3 years, now. I don't really have a 'steady' supply, to be honest. I pick it up when I'm low- easy to get it on most planets."

“Well, Yavin 4 isn't 'most planets', and you aren't gonna find spice dealers on it. Just some friendly advice- use tomorrow to head into the Blue Sector and find yourself a dealer," Miles suggested. “I'd rather you quit outright, I've seen too many soldiers get hooked on it and get ruined by the aftereffects- but I'm not gonna try to run your life. I just want you to be smart about it if you're gonna continue."

“Will you tell anyone?" Rook asked, trying not to sound worried.

“... Do you not want me to?"

She shook her head.

“... Then no, I won't tell anyone. You have your reasons- just don't let there be an instance where somebody else pays for it. Other than that... you have my word that this'll be a secret," he assured her.

The otter sighed, feeling relieved. “Thanks," she said as she leaned back against the headboard. A thought occurred to her, followed by a pang of worry. “... You, uh... you said you were keeping an eye on everyone, right?"

Miles chuckled. “Yeah, I did."

“... So--"

“Yeah, I did," he repeated abruptly with a wide grin. “All of it."

Rook groaned, hiding her face in her paws. “Fuuuuck, mate..."

“Aw, don't be like that- I don't swing that way, kid. Truth be told, I was more keeping my 'eyes' on Talrik. Kid is really cute, fun to cuddle," he said wistfully. “Kinda reminds me of a Cathar boyfriend I once had when I was younger."

“I thought you said you gave everyone privacy," the otter said irritably.

“In general, yeah, but I was keeping my eye on you after you briefly went into withdrawal. Last thing I wanted was for you to relapse back into pain from taking an insufficient dose and drowning naked in the pool," he said seriously. “Like I said, I got your back. But anyway, I already knew what Keris and Talrik were gonna do before they got to the jacuzzi- she outright told me 'I'mma fuck this fox, Miles, we'll be back later.' And I'm not paraphrasing, those were her words."

“So then you saw--"

“When you climbed onto the rock shelf and gave yourself a good jillin'? Yeah, I noticed it," he admitted. “Mind you, I didn't exactly watch closely- like I said, I was paying more attention to Talrik. Though I noticed that you were, too."

She shuddered. “I mean... yeah, I guess," she said quietly.

“Got your eye on him?"

She didn't say anything immediately, hesitating for a few moments before shrugging. “I dunno. He's a nice guy, everyone says he's a Jedi-level asskicker- he ain't been anything but decent to me even though I kinda rubbed him the wrong way when we met. But..." she swallowed, pausing, “... I don't think I would've entertained myself if I wasn't attracted to him on some level. It's just... I wouldn't even know where to start."

Miles nodded. “Mind some friendly advice?"

She shrugged again. “Couldn't hurt."

“Meet him on a level you're both comfortable at. What do you guys do that you think you'd find some meeting point on?"

“That we both do?" The Miraluka nodded and she thought about it. “I guess the both of us are fighters... he probably spars as much as I do. Probably likes, I dunno... shooting ranges?"

“There you go," Miles responded, smiling warmly. “Find some common ground through asskicking, go from there. We got a week to kill, we might as well use the time to know you better and get ourselves ready for another mission- use that same time training to know him better."

She smiled back. “Playin' matchmaker or some shit?"

“Talrik is a good friend- he's got balls of steels, a good tactical mind, a good heart and a lot of courage; and a pretty big cock for a kid his size. I want him to be happy- but I also want him to be treated right, and those don't always align easily. You... you're alright, so far. Jury's still out on some things, but I think your heart is in the right place, and I get the sense that you aren't treating any interaction with him as just a lead-up to a brief fling- you wouldn't be so unsure if it was. All I ask is you do right by him if you decide to go for it- and don't get him hooked on Andris," he added seriously.

She shook her head vigorously. “Absolutely not. I take it because it helps with my job and because I know I can handle it. But I ain't gonna try to convince anyone to take it."

“Good," Miles nodded, satisfied. “Other than that... try to give him some privacy next time." He grinned. “I don't think he'd like it very much if he knew he was being spied on- he's the shy type."

“Keris seems like the kind of girl who wouldn't mind being watched," Rook said, swallowing. “Least I got that impression from what she and Talrik said..."

“Nah, she wouldn't mind you peekin' in on her... and I know that because she didn't say anything when she caught you," he chuckled.

“I- wait, what?!"