Yes, of course! Why wouldn't the war that they - a peace-loving group not involved in Republic politics - somehow were leaders in be their 'test'? 'course, Lass was previously skeptical about the crystal, so...<br/><br/>...thinking later; she hoofed it after the tall Togruta and was happy when they were finally back on the HEATED ship! Oh it was as close to orgasmic as one could get when dealing with the cold and getting somewhere warm! A shame her connecting points at her shoulders didn't warm as fast as she did...<br/><br/>"Don't have to tell me twice..." Lass grumbles as she reaches back to swat Laera on the rump to coax her into moving. "Off to our quarters, and a shower, and whatever else to get warm."<br/><br/>Then it was a beeline to their shared room, which had double-bunk, but honestly? Only the top bunk ever saw any sleeping, usually with Laera sleeping on top of her just like in their room at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Left plenty of space to work on stuff on the bottom bunk in the small room, for as Jedi one did not have many 'earthly possessions'. But spare clothes were an exception, which was good because the moment she was in the door - didn't even have it shut yet behind her - she had tossed her sopping-wet cloak, flung her utility belt onto the lower bunk, and shook herself out of her top, revealing that as usual she was not wearing undergarments. Once she'd created a giant wet heap, she plopped her damp butt onto the lower bunk and started working on her tall boots and gloves.<br/><br/>"AAAH! Why won't my arm-slots warm faster!" she growled once she was completely naked, falling backwards onto the lower bunk and trying to rub herself into the bed, trying to friction-up her cybernetic joints. "Dammit, I hate the cold!"<br/><br/>Now that she was undressed, her firm breasts relaxed upon her chest, nipples understandably as firm as steel, and down past her toned, fit belly was the thick, immodestly sized shaft that was thankfully not suffering the cold too much (somehow). When she was hard though... easily longer than her hand, and thick as her own wrist, something that Laera was well acquainted with. Speaking of...<br/><br/>"You undressed yet?" Lass asks of her Twi'lek partner, whom she figured would take off everything but her collar eventually (she always kept the collar on, except for bath time, or when she gave her permission). "Don't want you getting sick..."