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Life on the run from the First Order had taken its toll on everyone aboard the Colossus. Each hard-won victory seemed to lead to another crisis, with dwindling food supplies emerging as the most pressing threat. As rations ran perilously low, tensions soared. Some residents, desperate and disillusioned, even threatened to abandon the Colossus. Thankfully, Kaz and Torra acted swiftly to resolve the crisis so no one needed to leave.

Kaz, Torra and Buggles breathed a sigh of relief as they re-entered the familiar surroundings of the Colossus. They wasted no time preparing the Jakoosk to feed the station's hungry inhabitants. With their mission finally complete, they headed to the market, where Aunt Z oversaw preparations for a grand feast. As the trio entered the market, they were immediately struck by the vibrant pulse of energy in the air—a lively mix of excitement and relief.

They made their way through the heart of the bustling market, where Torra's father and Yeager were waiting. Just before they reached their destination, they came across Synara, dragging along Drell, a brown-skinned Weequay, with Snarl, a towering Hassk, close behind. Both of them had their heads lowered, their expressions sheepish and guilty. Kaz and Torra were eager to see them after the events on Celsor 3.

“What do you say?" Synara asked, releasing her grip on Drell.

Kaz and Torra exchanged a look, confusion flickering across their faces before their gazes shifted to the pirates.

“We're sorry for stealing your ships," the Weequay and Hassk said in unison.

“And," Synara added, placing her hands on her hips and subtly nudging Drell's arm with her elbow as she shifted.

“And for leaving you stranded on a freezing cold ice moon," the two continued.

Buggles, nestled securely in Torra's arms, let out a sharp bark. His large, pointy ears twitched as he eyed the pirates, his gaze a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

“And?" Synara drawled, dragging out the word as she flicked Drell's arm again, this time with far less subtlety.

Snarl raised a clawed hand to his mouth, clearing his throat with a low rumble. Drell crossed one arm over his chest, rubbing the other in thought. Both responded in unison. “And your smuggily buggily too."

Just when it seemed the pirates might retreat to join the waiting crowd for some food, a new voice cut through the conversation. “I would like a private word with them—and Kaz."

All eyes turned, following the voice to Grevel. Synara studied the Aleena, curious about his intentions, before glancing at Kaz. Seeing calmness on the human's face, she took it as a good sign and shrugged nonchalantly.

“Go on," she said to Snarl and Drell, before flashing a smile at Kaz. “I'll see you later."

The Mirialan turned to Torra. “Come. Your father is waiting for us to begin the feast. We best not keep them waiting."

Torra waved at Kaz, and Buggles barked excitedly, his stubby tail wagging energetically. With that, the trio departed, leaving Snarl and Drell behind with Kaz and Grevel. The Hassk and Weequay exchanged a brief glance, knowing better than to ignore Synara's orders.

Drell lowered his gaze to Grevel. “Go on. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can eat."

The rich aroma of Jakoosk meat sizzling over open flames gradually faded as they made their way across the market to a quieter spot. They found a secluded alcove, tucked away from the noise and Grevel turned and looked up at the pirates.

“You might not know it, but Kazzy works for me," Grevel said, his previously cheerful demeanour darkening. “Your actions against him are no different from an attack on me."

Neither pirate was intimidated by the Aleena's words or tone. They smiled at each other and chuckled. Snarl, his large, clawed hands resting on his hips, stood motionless while Drell met Grevel's gaze.

“Oh, what do you think a little womp rat like you could do to threaten us?" he said, snickering at the Aleena. Drell turned to Snarl. “Synara must be playing a prank on us. Come on, let's go."

A wicked grin spread across Grevel's face. “You two won't be laughing once you've paid back your debt."

Provoked by the Aleena's words, Drell wasn't about to back down. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it?"

The Weequay glanced at his Hassk companion, and they both chuckled darkly.

Unbeknownst to the pirates, a figure emerged from the shadows, looming behind them. The heavy thud of boots was their only warning before a pair of thick, bandaged hands landed on their shoulders. The pirates' laughter faltered, and their bodies went rigid. As the light revealed the newcomer, they saw Teroj Kee.

The Keteerian's attire mirrored Narb's: a sleeveless grey shirt covered his bulky torso, topped with a leather harness draped over each shoulder and converging at his midriff. Teroj's arms were wrapped in bandages from wrist to elbow, and his lower legs were similarly bound. Brown trousers and grey shoes completed the look.

“Oh, you didn't think I was serious?" Grevel added, tilting his head and fixing them with an unblinking stare. The Aleena raised his arm and activated his wrist comlink. “Grab some food to go and meet me at the D.O.D. We're having our own celebration, with some special guests."

Grevel's words sounded innocent enough, but Kaz sensed the unspoken weight behind them. The Aleena's cryptic tone, coupled with his unwavering confidence, sent a chill down Kaz's spine. It was unclear who Grevel had just contacted, and Kaz found himself intrigued by the mention of the D.O.D.—what did it mean?

Kaz would have preferred to leave the pirates' apologies as just words, but he knew better than to dismiss Grevel's suggestion. Once an idea took root in the Aleena's mind, it was easier to indulge him than to resist.

Ending the call, Grevel lowered his arm and turned to Snarl and Drell. “Now then, what are we going to do with you two?"

Snarl and Drell braced themselves to confront the Keteerian, determined to break free and escape. Before they could act, they froze, stiffening at the sharp prodding against their backs. Behind them stood Nod and Narb, the tips of their blasters pressing into the Hassk and Weequay's spines. With no other choice, Snarl and Drell raised their hands in surrender, grumbling under their breath. Teroj stepped back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he surveyed the scene.

“Ah, perfect timing, boys," Grevel said, his grin widening. The Aleena shifted his gaze from the Snivvian brothers to his Keteerian. “Before we go… Teroj, blindfold them."

Teroj unwound a strip of cloth from his arm and wrapped it around Snarl's head, obscuring the Hassk's eyes and pierced nose. He repeated the process with Drell, who squirmed uncomfortably.

Once the Keteerian finished, Grevel stepped forward, hands resting casually on his hips. “Good. Let's go—we've got a party to start."

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The group left the market, their footsteps echoing as they descended into the shadowy depths of the Colossus. Grevel led the way with an air of practiced authority, his strides steady and assured. Behind him followed their pirate guests, flanked by Narb and Nod. The Snivvian brothers each kept one hand firmly on a pirate's shoulder and the other on their blasters.

Teroj lingered at the rear, his sharp, beady eyes darting between the pirates, ever alert for trouble. Kaz followed hesitantly, his mind churning with unease. Grevel was undoubtedly scheming, but Kaz pushed the thought aside, focusing on the pressing questions weighing on him.

He couldn't understand why Grevel had ordered Teroj to blindfold Snarl and Drell. The pirates already knew who they were, so it wasn't about concealing their identities. That left only one possibility: wherever they were going, Grevel didn't want the pirates to know. One corridor led into another as Kaz weighed the options.

We're going deeper into the Colossus, so Yeager's hangar and the Loading Docks are out. There are too many of us to fit into Grevel's quarters, which means we're probably heading to the Office of Acquisitions.

Thinking about the shop brought back memories of his unexpected tryst with Flix and Orka. Much had changed between them since that fateful encounter. The ever-bantering Gozzo, with his melodramatic flair and sharp wit, and the industrious Chadra-Fan, always brimming with boundless energy and an uncanny knack for tinkering, had become almost constant presences in his life. They checked in nearly every day—sometimes for a quick chat, other times to offer spare parts to help maintain their starships or the station.

Given the recent challenges facing the Colossus, there had been little opportunity to reconnect on a personal level. Whatever their tryst had meant would have to wait until they found some semblance of peace. The most he had managed was a brief conversation about how they became involved with Grevel. Hearing their story only strengthened his resolve not to underestimate the Aleena's ambitions—or the lengths he would go to achieve them.

Kaz blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden change in surroundings. The bright, metallic walls and ceilings of the upper levels gave way to a starkly different environment—a room filled with a tangled web of pipes and guardrails, dimly lit and bathed in a faint orange glow. Light seeped through grates in the floor, casting long shadows.

Their footsteps echoed in the cavernous chamber, accompanied by the rhythmic hum of machinery. Kaz spotted a lone Chelidae moving at its own pace, paying them little heed. From these observations, he knew exactly where they were.

The Engineering Level. Why would Grevel bring us down here?

Kaz shifted his gaze to Grevel, who continued to lead the group. The Aleena moved confidently, clearly familiar with the area. As they rounded a corner, the group came to an abrupt halt and Kaz nearly bumped into Teroj. Composing himself, he scanned their surroundings. At first, everything appeared identical to the area they had just passed. Then he spotted it: a hidden door, partially obscured by a tangle of thick pipes, exposed wires and rusted machinery.

Grevel reached into a pocket of his bodysuit and retrieved a datacard, which he inserted into a hidden reader. The door slid open, and they stepped inside. Kaz's eyes darted around the room. It was square-shaped, with at least five times the floor space of Grevel's old quarters. Cabinets and shipping containers of various sizes lined the walls, while freestanding lights illuminated a couple of mattresses in the centre. A crudely scrawled flag hung on the far wall, emblazoned with Grevel's symbol.

Glancing up, Kaz noticed the ceiling was several metres high. Before lowering his gaze, something peculiar caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes for a closer look. A grating was visible, light streaming through it. Then it hit him:

That's the trapdoor to the Office of Acquisitions!

Something bumped against Kaz's leg. Startled, he glanced down, his eyes widening as he came face-to-face with a black-and-grey ball droid. Its photoreceptor glowed ominously, a crimson light pulsing at its core. Kaz shivered as a torrent of unpleasant memories resurfaced.

The Colossus's artificial gravity systems failed shortly after the hyperspace jump from Castilon. The sudden loss of gravity sent unsecured objects floating aimlessly, plunging the station into chaos. Kaz and his friends, determined to prevent further disruption, rushed to the engineering level to investigate the cause.

As they worked to resolve the issue, they were ambushed by a First Order BB-series droid. The stowaway sought to complete the mission the First Order had failed on Castilon. The ensuing skirmish was intense, but they eventually ejected the hostile droid into the vacuum of space.

Back in the present, Kaz studied the droid before him. The unsettling resemblance gnawed at his thoughts. Logic told him it couldn't possibly be the same droid, yet a part of him couldn't entirely dismiss the possibility.

“Where did you get this droid?" Kaz asked, turning to his Aleena companion.

“Oh, you mean BB-91?" Grevel said, running his hand across the droid's domed head. The droid emitted a deep, mechanical rumble. “I found it in Doza Tower. Orka repaired it for me."

Kaz sighed in relief, reassured that this wasn't the same droid.

Grevel turned to his Snivvian companions. “You can remove their blindfolds now."

Narb and Nod stepped forward, untying the blindfolds from Snarl and Drell's faces. The pirates blinked, their eyes adjusting to the harsh, artificial light flooding the room.

“What are you going to do with us?" Drell demanded, his voice rough with defiance.

Snarl's yellow eyes flickered nervously as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, his posture tense and alert.

Grevel stifled a chuckle, masking it with a cold, menacing expression. “As I was saying, Kazzy works for me." He stepped closer to the pirates, his voice dropping to a sinister murmur. “And I've received word from a reliable source that Kaz offered himself to show gratitude to your captain and his men for that salvage mission. It only seems fair that you two follow suit. Don't you agree?"

Snarl and Drell exchanged a glance, silently weighing their options. Unarmed and outnumbered, they recognised the futility of resistance. With a reluctant nod, they bowed their heads in submission.

Grevel grinned and rubbed his hands together with satisfaction. “Good to see we've reached an understanding," he said, his tone oozing with smugness. “Now, strip down and take a seat."

Kaz watched uneasily as the Hassk and Weequay began to undress. A knot of discomfort tightened in his stomach. Part of him wanted to retreat—to return to Torra and the others and bask in their praise for the mission's success. Yet another part—more curious and reckless—compelled him to stay and see through Grevel's plan.

His gaze lingered on the pirates. The Hassk—a wiry creature with coarse, bristling fur and a feral face—moved with surprising fluidity that contrasted with his rough, almost savage appearance. Beside him stood the Weequay, his weathered brown skin cracked and rugged like aged leather. He carried himself with the air of someone who had seen his fair share of skirmishes. Both were predators, and despite Grevel's intentions, Kaz couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being prey caught in their midst.

As Kaz observed the pirates, Teroj moved silently to the human's side. “If I were in your position, I would be thinking about payback," he murmured, his voice wanton and lewd. Leaning closer to Kaz's ear, his tone intensified. “A lot of payback."

The weight of Teroj's words hung in the air, deepening Kaz's nervousness. Whatever game they were playing, the stakes were higher than he had anticipated.

“Their words would have been enough for me," Kaz admitted, turning to the Keteerian. “But since we're here, I won't back out."

Teroj flashed a bestial grin, his wide mouth revealing rows of thick, rounded teeth. “You're lucky to have us looking out for you. Take those pirates too lightly, and one day you'll regret being soft."

Kaz swallowed hard as the Keteerian's smile twisted into a frown. “Sometimes, I think you take all this for granted," Teroj added, his tone heavy with reproach.

Stepping back, Teroj crossed his arms, leaving Kaz puzzled. Until now, he had believed they were on good terms. Yet the Keteerian's words carried emotions that suggested otherwise—jealousy, bitterness and something else Kaz couldn't quite name.

Kaz turned towards the pirates, both undressed, their clothing, wrappings and possessions scattered at their feet. His gaze instinctively shifted to Snarl first. The tall, lanky Hassk was intimidating by appearance alone. His yellow nose and ear piercings, along with his beard ring, gave him an air of menace.

Stripped of his clothing, Snarl resembled a wild creature more than a sentient being. Thick, cream-coloured fur covered the Hassk's entire body, save for his face, which was dominated by razor-sharp teeth. His hands and feet were tipped with equally lethal claws—an unmistakable warning that Kaz would be wise not to cross him.

Kaz's gaze shifted to Drell. Despite his nudity, the brown-skinned Weequay's grey eyes radiated unshakable confidence. His torso and arms were thick with muscle, though not as hulking as Teroj's. Several horns protruded from his lower jaw, and two metal piercings adorned the brow above one eye, with another in his left ear. His short black hair was neatly tied at the back of his head, completing the image of a seasoned warrior.

Of the two pirates, Kaz was more familiar with Snarl. The Hassk had joined the revelry following their successful salvage mission, during which Kaz had served Snarl and a few of his fellow pirates, including their captain. This time, the roles were reversed to Kaz's advantage.

Once the pirates finished undressing, Narb and Nod gathered their clothes and set them aside. Snarl's bandoleer, adorned with Imperial rank badges, caught their attention. They scrutinised the array of red and blue tiles, trying to determine the significance of each pattern.

Kaz turned to Grevel, who stepped forward to approach their guests, stroking his chin as he ogled their naked bodies. “So, where should we begin with you two?"

As he spoke, the door slid open and a shrill voice rang out from the doorway.

“Sorry we're late!"

Flix strode in first, with Orka trailing behind him. While Flix's hands were free, Orka effortlessly carried a metallic box nearly as large as his entire frame.

“I hope we haven't missed anything," Orka added, peering around the edge of the box before flashing a wide, toothy grin. “Oh good—you're just getting started."

Flix and Orka approached Grevel. The Chadra-Fan carefully set the container down with a soft thud. As he opened it, a cloud of steam billowed out. He waved his thick, furry arms in front of his face, shielding himself from the rising vapour. Narb and Nod stepped closer, their nostrils flaring as they recognised the unmistakable scent wafting from the box.

Flix clasped his hands together. “Dinner's served!"

Kaz stepped forward. As the steam dissipated, he caught sight of the contents within the box: several trays of sizzling Jakoosk meat, thickly coated in a rich, aromatic sauce. Without waiting for an invitation, the Snivvian brothers dove in eagerly, their eyes gleaming with hunger, while Flix and Orka followed suit. Teroj grabbed a plate and passed it to Grevel before taking one for himself.

Suddenly, Kaz's gaze locked with Teroj's. The weight of their earlier conversation still lingered between them.

Teroj smirked, his expression unreadable. To Kaz's surprise, instead of keeping the plate for himself, the Keteerian offered it to him. “Here. You hunted it; you should taste your prey."

Kaz hesitated, his hand trembling as he took the plate. “Thank you."

Kaz had no issue eating the meat of a creature he had slain, but the Keteerian's unwavering gaze made him anxious. The word that had eluded him earlier now danced just beyond his reach, teasing the edges of his mind.

Teroj took a plate for himself, then closed the container with a satisfying clunk despite several plates still inside. Kaz stared at the meat on his plate, torn between hunger and unease. His stomach grumbled, yet eating didn't feel right. A whimper nearby drew his attention, and he turned to face it.

“Don't we get something to eat?" Snarl asked, his voice tinged with desperation. His sharp teeth glinted as his mouth watered, eyes fixed hungrily on the closed box.

Unarmed and completely naked, Snarl had no qualms about begging for a handout. His fellow pirate didn't share the sentiment.

“Shut up, Snarl," Drell muttered, leaning closer to the Hassk. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, barely masking his contempt. “You can't make us look weak in front of them. The more you do, the more they'll exploit it."

Drell was as ravenous as Snarl—his gaunt face and the hunger burning in his sunken eyes made that clear. Unlike his Hassk companion, Drell had the discipline to conceal his desperation. He understood that, even in tatters, the Warbirds couldn't afford to lose their pride.

Kaz glanced at his plate, a weary sigh escaping his lips. He knew better than to waste food, especially in their current state. Looking over at the pirates, a twinge of sympathy tugged at him. Without thinking, he walked over to them and offered his plate.

“Here," he said softly. “Eat."

Snarl's yellow eyes widened in disbelief, his feral features softening. “Really?"

Kaz gave a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, go ahead. I'm not hungry."

The Hassk's clawed hand shot forward, snatching a slice of roasted meat from the plate. Without hesitation, he shoved it into his mouth, his sharp teeth tearing through it as a low, satisfied sigh escaped his maw. Kaz turned and offered the remaining slice to Drell. The Weequay hesitated, his stern expression briefly betraying a flicker of reluctant gratitude before accepting it—just as Snarl was about to grab it.

Kaz caught Teroj's piercing, distrustful gaze from the corner of his eye but refused to let it unsettle him. When doubt crept in, Kaz trusted his instincts—his heart would guide him true, no matter how others judged him.

---

Kaz leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the others digging into their meals. The simple joy on their faces was a poignant reminder of the value of small comforts. A warm meal, humble as it was, could rekindle a sense of normalcy. Moments like these—fleeting and genuine—made the harrowing encounter with the Jakoosk worthwhile.

His gaze drifted across the room to Grevel's droid, BB-91, who moved nimbly through the scattered groups. Intrigued, Kaz watched as the spherical droid stopped before a cluster of beings, casting a beam of light over each one before rolling on. The scene had an oddly hypnotic quality.

Kaz glanced at Grevel, seated nearby. The Aleena's sharp blue eyes tracked the droid's movement, his stubby fingers drumming against the side of his empty plate.

“What's your droid doing?" Kaz asked.

Grevel smirked. “You'll find out soon enough, Kazzy."

Once everyone had finished eating, Flix and Orka cleared the plates. Kaz sensed a tinge of apprehension in the air—Grevel would soon take charge and pick up where they had left off, and that was exactly what happened.

“Boys, take our guests behind the screen," Grevel ordered, his voice cold and direct.

The light-hearted atmosphere that had settled over the meal quickly dissipated, replaced by tension. Narb and Nod ushered Snarl and Drell behind a flimsy medical curtain. Grunts and shrieks followed, their voices reverberating through the room.

“What's going on?" Kaz asked, his eyes nervously flicking to Grevel.

“They're just making sure our pirate friends are ready," Grevel said, his tone energetic yet laced with a carnal edge.

Kaz's stomach lurched, a sinking feeling creeping over him as he realised what Grevel meant. Not wanting to press for more details, he shifted his focus to something the Aleena had mentioned earlier.

“At the market, you called this place 'D.O.D.'," Kaz said. “What does it stand for?"

Grevel glanced across the room at Orka. “Go on, tell him."

“Den of Depravity," Orka said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers in a playful attempt to look spooky.

“Or Dungeon of Desires," Flix added, raising a finger. “We're still workshopping the name."

Grevel smirked, casting a sideways glance. Kaz followed the Aleena's gaze, spotting Snarl and Drell as they re-emerged from behind the curtain. The pirates moved awkwardly, almost clumsily, grumbling quietly under their breath. BB-91 trundled into view behind them, one arm extending in a gesture Grevel recognised—a signal to begin.

Grevel swaggered over to Snarl and Drell. “Now that we're all set, I think it's time to begin. Don't you agree?"

The pirates exchanged a tense glance before quickly looking away. Neither could acknowledge the silent shame between them, both resigned to the unavoidable truth—obedience was their only path forward.

Grevel spun on his heels, his eyes locking onto Kaz. “Come on, Kazzy," he sneered, excitement unbridled. “You don't want to keep them waiting."

Kaz's heart pounded in his chest as the full weight of the situation settled in. His body moved instinctively, reacting faster than his mind could keep up. Before he fully understood what was happening, his hands were already in motion—trembling as he fumbled with his jacket, shrugging it off and letting it slide down his arms. His shirt followed in a swift, almost frantic motion, yanked over his head in one fluid pull.

He paused, clutching the bundle of clothing, his hand hovering just above the deckplates as he contemplated whether to drop it. Then, a familiar figure bustled into view, the sharp echo of clawed feet reverberating off the metal walls.

“Here, let me take that for you," Flix offered, his usual cheer unwavering.

Smiling, Kaz handed the bundle to the Gozzo. Slipping off his gloves, boots and socks, he set them aside before removing his belt, trousers and undergarments.

Orka hurried to his side, the soles of his foot paws tapping across the floor. “Good to see you're still wearing that," he said, his eyes flicking to the belt.

Kaz smiled, catching the twinkle in the Chadra-Fan's eyes. Orka moved to join Flix, leaving Kaz standing alone. The cold, metallic floor beneath his bare feet made his knees tremble.

Then, a sudden realisation struck him—he was stark naked and surrounded by people. Heat surged to his cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from shyness. Had the crowd consisted of Neeku, Yeager and Torra, he was certain embarrassment would have been the stronger reaction.

Seeing that Kaz was ready, Grevel turned to Narb and Nod. “Help our guests onto the 'stage'."

The Snivvian brother chuckled and guided Snarl and Drell to one of the mattresses in the centre of the room. Without missing a beat, Grevel addressed Flix and Orka. “Gather the cushions."

Kaz blinked, his eyes darting between the Gozzo and Chadra-Fan as they hurried to obey the Aleena's order. The controlled chaos around him spun his thoughts into a tangled web, leaving him struggling to make sense of the situation. A voice cut through the din, pulling him back to reality.

“Come on, Kazzy, we can't start without you," Grevel said, his tone dripping with mischief. He sauntered closer, an impish grin on his face, looking every bit the trickster Kaz knew him to be.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, Kaz felt an odd connection—an unspoken understanding, perhaps, or a brief flicker of sincerity behind Grevel's usual antics. Torn between questioning the Aleena's true intentions and pointing out the absurdity of the situation, Kaz opened his mouth to respond, but the words faltered on his tongue. Instead, he smiled and followed Grevel to the centre of the room.

Flix and Orka joined them, each carrying an armful of mismatched cushions. Without ceremony, they dumped their load onto a single mattress, creating a lumpy pile. After some hurried adjustments and a few muttered disagreements over balance, Kaz found himself perched atop what could generously be called a throne—an improvised chair made from cushions.

The pirates watched the scene with growing concern. While Drell concealed his nerves, his Hassk companion was less successful.

“What do you want us to do?" Snarl asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. Drell shot him a sharp, disapproving glance.

“Oh, I think you know," Flix chimed in suggestively, a chuckle escaping his beaked mouth at the sight of the Hassk's discomfort.

“Come on, I can tell you're getting excited," Orka added, raising a finger towards Snarl's midriff.

All eyes shifted in unison, Snarl's gaze being the last to follow. He lowered his head and glanced down at himself. The Hassk's manhood lay nestled between his fur-covered legs, its muted blue-grey hue matching his face. Beneath it two plump balls hung, framed by coarse fur. Yet, it wasn't the sight of the Hassk's exposed masculinity that drew attention—it was the alarming speed at which the appendage was stiffening.

Snarl reacted instinctively, his clawed hands darting to shield his engorging erection.

“Who knew you were into this?" Drell taunted, a twisted smirk spreading across his face as he revelled in his companion's humiliation.

“You're one to talk," Narb added, his voice a low rumble as he suppressed a laugh, his eyes flicking to the Weequay's waist.

Sure enough, Drell's length was similarly aroused. The Weequay's shaft was a darker shade than his leathery skin, covered in bumps, with a mushroom-shaped head exuding a droplet of precum. As his cock hardened and the tip pointed upwards, Drell's scrotum became more visible. He jolted to cover it, the sudden movement drawing a burst of raucous laughter from the others.

“As much as I'm enjoying the show, that's enough stalling," Grevel said, stepping forward with a devious smirk. “Time to settle your debt with Kazzy."

Snarl and Drell shared a weary groan, resigned to their inevitable fate. Reluctantly, they withdrew their hands from their groins and sank onto the mattress, crawling towards Kaz. The Hassk and Weequay exchanged a glance, silently seeking guidance and reassurance from one another.

The delay had tested Grevel's patience, and he was determined to reassert his dominance. This was his dominion, and the pirates were at his mercy. With a hint of a cackle, he seized control of the situation. “You, Weequay," he commanded. “Warm him up."

Drell grumbled, the last remnants of his resistance urging him to find a way out, but he knew it was futile. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the Snivvian brothers and Keteerian watching him with lustful eyes. None of them would allow him or Snarl to escape. As Teroj moved in to grab him, the Weequay made the first move.

“Alright, alright," Drell muttered, raising a hand to stop the Keteerian's advance. Sighing in defeat, he yielded to the Aleena's whims. “I'll do it."

Inching closer to Kaz, Drell eyed the human's shaft and grimaced. His hesitation didn't last long; he could feel several pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head. He reached out, fingers spread, hovering beside Kaz's cock before wrapping his rough fingers around it.

The sensation of touching another male's tool was new to the Weequay. The warmth of the flesh was the first thing that struck him; the second was the groan from the human. A surge of excitement coursed through him as he began to stroke the human's cock, which hardened under his touch. For the first time, he felt some measure of control over the situation.

The Weequay's leathery skin reminded Kaz of Narb and Nod. Unlike the Snivvian brothers, Drell's movements were clumsy and hesitant, betraying his inexperience. Even so, the Weequay eventually settled into a steady rhythm and Kaz did his best to suppress a groan.

Snarl flashed a toothy grin as he watched his fellow pirate pleasuring the human. His amusement was short-lived, though, as Grevel decided to take things up a notch. “Good. I think he's warmed up enough."

Drell stopped, relief crossing his rugged face. If he thought his role in this tryst was complete, he couldn't have been more mistaken. Grevel looked up at Snarl.

“Join your Weequay friend," he said, his blue eyes fixed on the Hassk. “Go on, move over there."

The diminutive Aleena gestured to the vacant spot beside Drell. Under the watchful eyes of Grevel and his companions, Snarl slouched and lumbered into position beside the Weequay. The pirates turned to Grevel and stiffened when they saw the Aleena's face twisted into a cruel smirk.

“Kneel at Kazzy's feet," Grevel sneered, his voice thick with mocking condescension. “Like good little pets."

Reluctantly, the pirates complied and their obedience spurred him on. “Now lick Kazzy's breeding stick—no teeth."

Alarmed, the Hassk and Weequay turned their heads, their eyes immediately drawn to Kaz's throbbing phallus, which bobbed in front of them, the head glistening with precum. The pirates locked eyes before noticing a Snivvian standing behind the other, subtly reminding them to comply. Of the two, Snarl was the first to act. Sticking out his tongue, he licked the human's meat, noting the tingly saltiness. Kaz stifled a moan and reached down, curling his fingers around the back of the Hassk's head.

Drell rolled his eyes, unsurprised by Snarl's haste but knowing he had to follow suit to avoid the Aleena's wrath. The Weequay's tongue emerged, the tip brushing against the other side of the human's member. Rather than recoil from the taste, he lapped at it, coating it with dribbles of saliva. Drell felt Kaz's hand cupping the back of his head. Both pirates eagerly slobbered over Kaz's manhood.

Standing before the salacious spectacle, Flix turned to Orka. “Brings back memories, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice low as he cast a glance at the scene unfolding before them.

“It sure does," Orka said, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips. “Nice to see it from this angle, wouldn't you think?"

They chuckled before turning their attention back to Kaz and the pirates.

Nearby, Grevel stood with his arms crossed, grinning smugly as he surveyed the scene. He glanced over his shoulder, his grin widening when he spotted his ball droid. Unbeknownst to the pirates, BB-91 was recording the entire event. The footage would not only provide leverage if the pirates turned on him later but also offer some entertainment down the line.

Grevel's gaze shifted to Kaz. The human had his eyes shut, hands gripping the pirates' heads as he urged them on greedily. If Kaz thought this was intense, he had another thing coming—this was only the beginning of their celebration.