[Corellian Sector] An Exploration of Cultural Diversities

[Wampo Groba]

(Continued from here)

The luxury yacht was berthed at one of the landing zones in the Corellian district of Nar Shaddaa. It had arrived during the night in the relatively quiet neighborhood, and hadn't drawn much attention therefore. But now, that daylight filtered in from above and basked the ship in occasional rays of sun, the ship's gleaming surface and apparent unusualness had started to draw more than just the odd curious glance.

But everytime one of the too curious onlookers had tried to sneak closer, dark shapes had detached from the shadows around the ship and their menacing presence, combined with a few well-aimed blastershots, had convinced everyone that this one was strictly off-limits.

The nature of those shapes was enough to tell anyone local who they would have to deal with if they took a wrong step - they were Gotal, and the symbols etched into their shoulder plates identified them as belonging to the Earl - Wampo Groba, a local black marketeer who had carved himself a little underground empire and seemed to have earned the respect of almost all the various local criminal associations in the process. Not a person to cross if one valued one's life.

During the night hours, there had been occasional high-pitched shrieks and screams and odd warbling roars and grunts coming from the ship, despite its probable soundproofing. Occasionally there had been noises of something crashing against the durasteel plating, and the ship had bounced and wobbled slightly during much of the time, but the Gotals had not seen cause for worry. They had been instructed to ignore anything but what was happening outside the ship, regardless of what they might hear.

But Gotals were empaths. The emotions they'd picked up from the two occupants of the ship had caused them to wince and shudder, and three of them had to be relieved of their duty and replaced by others because they'd not been able to deal with the onslaught. The rest had endured, with trembling knees and terrible grimacing faces, to do their assigned duty.

And for the last half an hour, it had all been silent. It seemed their boss was asleep, or resting at least, and the lady he was with seemed equally at rest. Now only something of a collective sigh escaped from the 16 Gotal guards at random intervals. All was quiet.

[Varla]

:: Varla's head spun as she recovered. Wampo's lovemaking was bestial, and the experience had left her breathless as she lay beneath him, her face buried in the pillow ::

[Wampo Groba]

Wampo had blissfully passed out right after exerting himself that last time, and was now making soft bubbling noises that emanated from his ears. He'd come to the point where he didn't know where, who or what he was. But he hadn't cared either, and fallen asleep right on top of the lovely female who had been so entertaining.

[Varla]

:: Varla finally revived, and managed to squirm free of her snoozing client. She walked into the fresher and turned the water on ::

[Wampo Groba]

The sound of running water finally managed to penetrate through the fog of his sleep. With a grunt, he woke up, and realised two things:

One was that there wasn't an inch on him that wasn't sore or in some amount of pain.

The other was that his reproductive organ still wasn't sated, it was lustily poking up into the air and demanding attention.

Wampo groaned.

Then he groaned again and sat up carefully. His aching muscles seemed to groan, too, but this didn't deter his lust. He went after the female in the shower, gurgling a weak warcry.

[Varla]

:: Varla screamed as the Ualaq seized her from behind by the hips. She squirmed, mouthing cries of passion against the shower glass as her face was pressed against it ::

[Wampo Groba]

He hadn't planned on it, but she seemed to have nothing else on her mind. Her body looked so inviting the way she was standing there, so he'd just gone back to doing what he was best at.

Half an hour later they were both lying on the floor of the fresher, the now lukewarm water falling on their exhausted bodies, as they stared up into the ceiling and were going through alternating fits of giggles.

That was the moment he realised that this was actually nice, and he wouldn't mind having her there at his side the entire time. Trouble was only - how to get her to agree to that?

He poked her playfully with his tusk.

[Varla]

:: Varla gave a hysterical squeal and rose up to a sitting position. The water flowed over her face as she slicked her hair back. Then she leaned against the wall ::

[Wampo Groba]

Pulling himself up and leaning against the wall opposing her, he snorted the water out of his nostrils, then gave her a long appraising look.

At the end of her he grinned, and said, "Sa ya godda any plans far tis aftarnoon den?"

That made him break out in another fit of snorting laughter.

[Varla]

:: Varla squealed as Wampo snorted water on her, and laughed as she wiped her face ::

"I'm sorry." she said sweetly. "I have other obligations."

:: Rising to her feet, she turned off the water ::