Credit Where Credit's Due (Closed)

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She didn’t come closer, but she did slowly turn around. Her gaze was turned away from him and she felt like a coward who couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“Redar, I assaulted you. I pinned you down on the ground and I-“ her voice caught in her throat and she had to clear it to continue. “I forced you to have sex with me. You’re probably too traumatized by the event to remember.” She looked down at the ground and sighed, “I was being affected by a drug, but that’s no excuse. My willpower should have been strong enough to either overcome it, or delay it so you could lock me away. Again, you have my sincerest apologies.”

 

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Her words hit me like a hammer. She attacked me? It wasn't the other way around? What sort of drug was she taking that would make her do that? I don't recall ever picking up drugs. That better not be what's in the cargo. Oh, crap! The cargo! Is the cargo okay?

'Wait. Take a breath. Let it out. Let Gra'tia explain. She's the only one that can answer the questions. Give her a chance. Don't speak over her. "Just hold up a second, Gra'tia," clamping my eyes shut when the droid's long, mechanical fingers examined the back of my head. It was obvious she could remember what happened. If that was the case, why did I not? "Just tell me the honest truth, what the druk happened?" speaking in a pained but firm voice. One that commanded she speak the truth.

At the same time, lips pinched tightly together, stifling any signs of smirking. Perverted mind coming back into play. Admitting to me we had sex. The only shame I felt at that moment was not remembering any of it, not that she attacked me, which is weird considering if the roles are reveresed it would be an unforgivable offense.

Upset, yes. Angry. Probably. Can't tell what's anger and what's body pain.

 

[Poprockz]

She sighed again and walked over to a chair, grabbing it and taking it back to the entrance of the room to keep a healthy distance between them. The woman sat down, rested her elbows on her knees, and looked up at him.

“I’ll start from the beginning then. When we returned from the planet, you took a nap and I polished my armor with the polish I bought. I only noticed after my symptoms started that someone had cut the cans open, tampered with them, then welded them shut. I don’t know what exactly was in the polish, but it got on the skin of my hands and made me… uncontrollably aroused.”

She scratched the back of her neck. “I knew something was wrong, so I went to find you, and the two of us went to the medical bay. You attempted to decontaminate me, but by that time I had lost my ability to think rationally. You were going to go for your blaster, so I shot you in the hand with a marble and knocked you over. I tied your wrists together and undid your pants. At that point I was already disrobed, so there was nothing to stop me from… riding you.”

Gra’tia once more looked away from him and her voice became a bit more somber, “I think you fainted after a while, and I then rode you until I passed out too. When I woke up, I cleaned you up and deposited you into your room, and I cleaned up the mess. I… didn’t want my first time to be like that, but more than that I regret violating you and your trust in me.”

 

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"You shot me with a marble? Is that where this bruise came from?" pointing to a large purple patch on the back of the right hand, my shooting hand. The voice from Gra'tia, she sounded utterly defeated. Couldn't keep her eyes on me. At the same time was feeling a bit of shame in myself. Nothing was coming back for the memory. Pain was still there.

Gra'tia was utterly defeated. Helpless. It was kind of pathetic, but I shouldn't hold that against her, should I? Perhaps this wasn't her fault. I mean, I kinda wanted to bang her when we met. 'Uncontrollably aroused' was something I didn't expect to hear from a Mandalorian woman.

She was upset because of the violation that I couldn't remember. At the same time I could just let it slide. Deep down I did feel violated. It was sitting dorment this whole time. Kinky sex is one thing. This was different. Pursing my lips and running both hands over the back of my head and neck, a frustrated groan left me.

"Grrrrr. I don't know what to say, Gra'tia," whispering when both hands fell and grasped each knee. "Truly, I don't know what to say about all of this."

If everything did happen the way that she said, such a thing could happen again. That brings to mind, what caused all of this was that suspicious polish she purchased. All of this may not have been Gra'tia's entire fault. Before I could dispense any condemnation or forgiveness, I needed to know what was in that can.

 

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She held up her hand as if to stop his speech. “You don’t have to say anything; I already understand that this is an egregious violation. Please allow me to quarantine myself in my quarters until we reach the next port.”

“Also, the cans are still in the workshop, but I would recommend wearing gloves when throwing them away. I dare not go anywhere near them.” The woman got to her feet, waiting for him to allow her to confine herself.

 

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When she stood up my eyes followed her. Looking at her, her body langauge and tone, she was clearly defeated. It saddened me in a way. She may not have intended to do what happened. Either way, she did. Can't blame her for feeling bad.

To stop her from leaving, I tried to hold out a hand to her, to get the Mandalorian to stop. "Look, Gra'tia, before you do anything..." before I could finish the hairs on the back of my neck stood up in alarm. Something was amiss. "Okay. If you wish to do so, then go ahead. When the droid's done with me, I'm going to study those cans. Maybe we can find out what's going on here. Look, either way, it's not your fault," putting an emphasis on it's not her to blame.

It was clear that she felt uncomfortable where she was. Letting her go to her quarters may help ease her mind. "Just know that...I'm not mad at you." I felt like a parent talking down to a whipped child. That line 'tell me the truth, and I won't get mad' knowing that a paddling is coming regardless.

 

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She stared at him for a long moment, a bit dumbfounded at what he was saying. Not mad? Not her fault? Gra’tia wondered if he was just saying that out of pity to make her feel better. It made her stomach twist slightly to think that the victim here was trying to reassure the perpetrator. It wasn’t right. He was being too gracious with her, and she once again felt an overwhelming sense of shame for having overpowered the kind man.

“I… wouldn’t blame you if you were,” the woman said quietly before returning to her room.

 

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"Well..." wanting to say something to comfort her. Nothing came to mind. At that moment I just could think of anything to say. The realization of what happened settled in. More I thought about, the more upset it made me fell.

I've had a lot of sex in my time. It was always concentual. Kinky sometimes. Always with concent. Never drunk or drugs.

A gnawing feeling hit my stomach. The pain grew. With one hand I rubbed it to try and take the pain away. It didn't help.

My head lowered and beys looked at the floor. It wasn't by anger. I just didn't want to see her. Though her face wasnt visible, including picture it behind there.

"Just...just go ahead to your quarters," saying with a defeated tone of my own. I couldn't bear to look at her. Thoughts bounced wildly around in my mind that I couldn't focus, and looking at that Mandalorian was only compounding problems. It was her presence that made it hard for me, not what she did.

With a wave of my hand I dismissed her and laid out on the table to let the Droid finish its examination.

 

[Poprockz]

She nodded at him and turned on her heel, practically fleeing the situation. The woman felt so terrible about it all that she thought she might just take it easy for the rest of the day and try to sleep away some of the guilt. It wasn't like there was much more she could do at the moment. Thus, once she was in her room, she stripped down to her body suit (another one she had packed), and slipped into her bed to attempt a fitful sleep.

 

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For awhile there I lay on the examination table. The droid moved from one part of the body to the other. Examined the welt the marble made and giving it a spray of valuable Bacta. Armed with the knowledge that this was caused by a drug, the droid examined the rest of my body to find this alleged chemical.

The droid replied, "I am unable to find anything. Your body has been cleaned, thereby removing any traces there may have been."

It continued the examination, found my problems was dehydration and a lack of vitamins caused by, as the droid says, 'very energetic intercourse' prescribing me with a couple of pills to take the edge of the pain off. Plus a supplmenet to recoup the missing vitamins.

Still didn't fell all the great getting off the table and wrapping myself up in my clothes and sliding into a pair of boots, wrapping that belt with blaster pistol around my waist. Stepped out of Sicky Bay and looked around. First thought, go examine the can. Then my eyes flicked towards the shut door of Gra'tia's cabin and my blood started to boil. A growing resentment was there that was difficult to control. Both fists balled.

Instead of retrieving the can I went to the cockpit and checked over the instruments and the computer. Insure that we are on course. Such a thing to take my mind off things. Clear my head and stop focusing on Gra'tia, otherwise my confused thoughts and feelings about her would only drive my intentions. Yes, the problem involved her but the real problem was whatever it was that caused this.

After ten minutes sitting in the cockpit, I rose and went to the shop. Opened the hatch and stepped inside. There was one of the cans sitting on the bench, as if waiting for me. Reached for it and immediately retracted my hand. No. That's what caused this to begin with. Fumbling around for a pair of gloves, found a pair of rubber ones for electrical work, picked up the can and returned to Sick Bay, ordering the droid, "I want you to pick this entire thing apart. What's in it and where it came from."

 

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The droid accepted the can and poured it out into a little cup, the cup going into one of the droid's compartments as it analyzed the fluid. There were a few curious beeps before the droid let out a loud, disgruntled beep. It was ready to give him the information he sought.

"This is... 95% Blitz Cleaner polish, and 5% Slime. The polish comes from a company called "Blitz Supplies" and is made from a variety of chemicals to best clean your armor and metal parts. I can list all ingredients if you want to know more. The Slime is a drug that is outlawed in most systems. It is known as one of the most potent aphrodisiac drugs on the black market, and is commonly used to elicit uncontrollable sexual desire when ingested or applied topically to the skin. It is commonly associated with the kidnapping and sexual slavery of desirable individuals. I am unable to give information on where it came from." The droid's compartment opened and it took the cup out, putting it into a toxic materials bag and sealing it along with the rest of the can.

"It is advised that you avoid contact with this product and report it to the appropriate authorities." The droid beeped disapprovingly as it dumped the bag into the hazardous waste bin.

 

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Now the droid was scolding me like a disappointed parent. How are we to know it had Slime? This was new to me. I may have heard about Slime. Not enough detail to recognize it. A little five-percent of it in polish is enough to turn the Mandalorian into a dominating slut. Kinda arousing in a way. The way she acted a few minutes ago, kicking herself, that told me she was truthful. This contamination by Slime was not her doing. Certainly wasn't mine.

For awhile I sat in the Shop, scratching my chin deep in thought. Gra'tia is the one that got the can. Only she knows where she purchased the can. Seems counter-productive to include an aphrodisiac like Slime into a product and then let that subject, ie Gra'tia, just walk away. Unless the sellers intended to get Gra'tia and had a change of heart seeing as she was Mandalorian. Worse yet, what if they accidentally switched the cans and gave her the laced stuff instead?

"Droid, how much does Slime go for on the Black Market?" I asked.

"Latest figures suggest, one ounce of Slime is worth 3,000 credits on the Black Market."

"Three thousand!?" I exclaimed in surprise. Someone is getting fired.

Leaning back into the seat and cracking my knuckles, druk. What do I do? Our alleged romp was still a blur. More I thought about it, the worse it became. To fill the gaps my mind inserted what I hoped would happen. Her proclaiming me as the biggest cock in the Galaxy and dousing her in jizz. As would most of my encounters play out. Not here. Nothing matched up and the scenario, playing in my brain, would fizzle out our change every few seconds because my mind didn't have solid information to play it properly. Instead it was just inserting my desires. Karabast! Maybe I am still under the influence of the stuff.

Poor Gra'tia, she didn't want it. Gave in to her desires. Now stuck with me. I couldn't pull out of this contract. Too much was already lost. Empire is certainly still searching for us. My trust in her was shaken nonetheless. The droid saw to it that it couldn't happen again. I don't think Gra'tia is the kind to do it twice. I mean, look at her now.

That's a good point. I should talk to her. At least remind her it's not her fault. Maybe walking into her quarters would constitute an invasion of her quarentine. Perhaps enticing her to come to a more neutral ground would help.

Rapped my knuckles on the steel face of her door. Knock Knock Knock "Gra'tia, it's Redar," then rolled my eyes and kicked myself. Who else would it be? "Listen, I know you feel bad about what happened. Just confused. It's new to me. The droid ran a scan, and it was tainted with a drug called Slime. It's not your fault. I'll leave you to think. If you want to talk this over, I'll be in the cockpit."

 

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Her ears perked up as he approached as he approached her room, the woman grabbing her blaster just in case he came to enact revenge. It wasn’t likely- very out of character for him. Still, she wasn’t going to let herself be murdered no matter how guilty she felt.

The woman relaxed though as he knocked and spoke through the door. Slime? What was-

Her eyes widened. No, no. She knew what slime was. There had been a time where she had taken on a job for a wealthy couple to rescue their daughter from a whorehouse. When Gra’tia had arrived, the woman had begged her to let her stay, though her eyes had contained no semblance of self-control. She was lost to the drug, and she had tried to get Gra’tia to fuck her on the way back. If she remembered correctly, the woman had even propositioned her father upon reuniting. The poor girl had to be taken to a rehabilitation center to purge her of it.

If that was what was affecting her, she was lucky that her body was strong enough to overcome it as quickly as she had. Perhaps it had something to do with the Mandalorian toxicity trials where they would take trace amounts of hazardous substances and increase the dosage to get a tolerance for it. It never included Slime, but there had been an aphrodisiac they took.

Gra’tia made a sigh of relief and put her armor back on before heading out to the cockpit. She stood apart from him, still keeping some distance.

“So it was Slime, was it? That’s some pretty nasty stuff.” She crossed her arms. The woman stiff felt a bit awkward with him, but at least there was an explanation.

 

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Outlander slid through hyperspace with ease. Legs kicked up on the console relaxing. Taking a load off with fingers interlocked behind my head. A drawn out sigh left me. The muscles eased. Perhaps the effects of the Slime fully wore off on me. All of the pain disappeared.

Don't know how long I was relaxing when Gra'tia's voice. Lifting my eyes and turning to Gra'tia, I looked her over. Didn't have her weapons in hand. Still appeared uneasy. "You have heard of Slime?" I asked in a curious tone. Partially relieved that Gra'tia was out of her quarters and with her. "Never heard of the stuff before. That got me to thinkin', why would it be in a can of polish?"

The console chirped. Just an indicator light. Things are still on course. It drew my attention away from her for just a moment. Coming back to her, I tried to keep myself relaxed both bodily and in tone to keep her at ease. The way she was standing, she must feel guilty still.

 

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"Yeah," she replied, sitting down against the opposite wall with a sigh. "I was once hired to rescue a rich couple's daughter. She had been kidnapped and taken to a whorehouse. When I found her, she was practically foaming at the mouth to be fucked and physically fought me when I tried to retrieve her. Of course I was able to take her back anyway, but she kept trying to get me to have sex with her, and then she tried to have sex with her parents when I delivered her. They sent her to rehab to have the stuff purged from her. It's really bad stuff. I imagine I would have still been volatile if my body wasn't trained to deal with such things more quickly."

The woman tilted her head slightly and thought, "as for why it was in the polish... it was either an attempt to smuggle it and the tainted stuff got mixed in with the real polish, or they didn't think I was going to be leaving so soon and wanted to know what I looked like under my armor. I imagine someone out there would find a Mandalorian whore to be quite exotic."

 

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Wow. That was incredible. She was willing to save her from this stuff. One taste convinced me that Slime was no good. Don't care if it turns them into sluts. It's still not right. "You know, that got me to thinking, if either is true, then we have ourselves a potential problem on our hands. If they are peddling Slime, then a lot of people are at risk," drawing my hand back to my chin to rub it in deep thought.

A random thought entered my mind, if people are being tainted by this stuff, then a lot of people are in need of rescuing. Perhaps they would pay a pretty credit for such a rescue. Bah! What was I thinking? Now is not the right time for such things. Those people tainted by Slime are now slaves. We got lucky that it didn't affect the two of us to that degree.

"They very well might," I replied. "Like I said, this is the first time I've heard of Slime. I got what's left of the can in a bag in Sick Bay. It's going to be destroyed on some point. I don't want to risk another chance of contamination with that stuff," pointing a hand at the cockpit hatchway towards the concealed Sick Bay. "Can't really do much about that Slime. Not right now. First thing we should do is complete our current mission."

 

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“I bought four cans…” she stared at him for a moment, wondering if they were all tainted or just that specific can. What he said about people in trouble moved her, but the only people in trouble she was capable of saving at the moment were her own. Perhaps once the mission was done as he said, they could report the drug to the proper authorities as an anonymous tip.

Or… despite the weather, she could go back to Thrask and kick a whole lot of ass until she felt satisfied with their comeuppance.

 

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"Four cans?" eyebrows buckling in concern. "Then we have to assume those ones are also tainted. Where are they? I'll have the medical droid take and seal them up," leaning forward in my pilot's seat, ready to get up and leave the cockpit for the Sick Bay.

Gra'tia's posture didn't convey any alarm. Even all of this see remained calm. Uneasy but calm. I drew upon this and relaxed, reclining back into my seat. "We should seal the other cans. What authorities can we report it to? Thrask doesn't fall into any system governments."

 

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“They’re in the town bag in the shop,” she answered without hesitation. “As for who to report it to…” she thought about it for a moment before snapping her fingers. “There’s a vigilante group called “Purge” that goes after groups who distribute Slime among other things, even if authorities can’t. We could report it to them.”

 

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'Purge'? Never heard of them before. "If you know them, then you should be the one to contact them. Do you know where we can do that?" asking before calling out to the Medical Droid by yelling out of the cockpit hatch, "Droid, take the cans of polish that are inside the town bag in the shop and seal them up. Be cautious. Those ones may contain Slime!" Then it hit me, "Before you seal them, test each of them for Slime."

The droid replied back with a series of disgruntled chirps but still obeyed the order.

"That one will figure it out pretty quickly." For a moment there was silence between us. Carefully looking her over, she still seemed uneasy. "Look, Gra'tia, don't keep beating yourself up. You said so yourself, this is some potent shit. You get in contact with Purge. Hopefully they can get on stuff. What's say that, once we finish your contract, we go back to Thrask and ask some questions?" buckling my eyebrows several times.

Inside my mind was settling. The anger felt towards this Mandalorian woman was fading the more she showed herself to me. Beaten up. Angry at herself. It showed that Gra'tia was more human under all of that armor. A woman, sure, but still a human.

Nothing still came to mind over our romp. Her body was hidden behind that armor. That skin-tight body suit wasn't enough for me to guess what she was like under that. Still don't know what her face looked like under that helmet. Was she prettier than the redhead? Or really butch? Leads me to wonder, if we did it under Slime's influence, did she take off her helmet? You can't have a good fuck without a good blowjob!

"We should be reaching our destination soon," slowly turning in my chair towards the NAVI-computer. The read outs showed us on time and on course. Then I turned to look outside the cockpit at the ever changing blue and white hyperspace tube. "Right. We get to our destination, make a call to Purge, then we can unload these crates."

 

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Gra'tia got up and approached, sitting in the seat next to him. She didn't look at him, but she spoke in a quiet but clear voice. "Once our contract is fulfilled, you will have no obligation to accompany me back to Thrask. I will certainly contact Purge and follow through with that line of inquiry, but beyond that you don’t need to get involved. I can sense that you are still upset about what happened, and that is understandable- while I do feel less shame now, it stands that I accosted you. The only saving grace in all this is that I managed to keep my helmet on in your presence.”

Under her helmet, she pursed her lips. “You have been nothing but respectful and kind to me, and I appreciate that. For that reason, I don’t want to subject you to my presence past what is needed, lest I trigger feelings of trauma.”

 

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My eyes narrowed at the Mandalorian. Trying to study her. Damn, that helmet kept blocking me. The more she talked about it, the more I wanted to see what was under it. I thought, 'pixie haircut and ice blue eyes.' Just a random thought.

On one hand, I understand her reluctance. On the other, I was also a victim. "I think, Gra'tia, you may be thinking a little bit too narrowly about this. Even though I don't remember....well....pretty much anything of what happened, I'm still very much a victim. That Slime crap contaminated and altered your mindset. Made things you didn't want to do, and that was on me." Slowly placing a hand to my chest.

That wasn't to put more shame onto her. It was an attempt to deflect that shame still. "Whoever is selling that crap may be intent on doing that to more people. People who may not have the same resistance as you," reminded of the woman Gra'tia saved whom was addicted to the stuff. "You may be strong, and I do like that in you, Gra'tia, I think for something like this, trekking into the unknown and dangerous, I think you're going to need a partner for this on," giving her a reassuring wink.

 

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She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head, “are you saying you want to get revenge for yourself?”

 

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"Revenge for both of us, I would say. I don't remember anything that happened, and I wasn't affected as you were, that still means that I'm a victim of Slime," pursing my lips then thought deeply. Hmmm was I overstepping my bounds here? Everyone has a urning for revenge when slighted.

 

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In a moment of vulnerability, Gra’tia’s voice sounded like she was trying not to cry. “I wish I didn’t remember. I feel very ashamed of what I said and did. I… didn’t want my first time to be like that.” She looked away and hugged herself in her chair.

True, it had been very pleasurable, and some would envy her for having been given the chance to bed such a handsome man, but there had been no true desire in his eyes. He had continued to try to stop her until the only way he could convince her to free his hands was to try to please her despite his own feelings.