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An experiment in a new writing style for me, and a way to kick my own ass into gear and begin writing again. I haven't abandoned my WoW stories - I just need to distance myself from them while working on something else. Anyway, enough of my blathering - enjoy!
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It was the first major mission I'd ever taken part in. I was still a mere padawan, but no one else was available.
Alone, she stood waiting on the landing pad, her blood red hair blown back from the wind of the turbines. A personnel carrier was landing. Her training blade was in her right hand, ready at her side, the tip pointing downward. Her eyes narrowed as the hull opened and the slavers poured out. There were easily a dozen of them - all gamoreans. Some of them had heavy repeaters, others had blaster pistols.
At least no one else with combat experience. My heart throbbed in my ears, pins and needles erupted all over my flesh. These weren't the guards I'd faced on my way in. They weren't the cowards that had tried to flee when I took down their comrades.
In the rooms behind her lay the bodies of the gang that had captured the most recent group of refugees to sell to the slavers. The refugees themselves were still locked in a shipping container - which Alari had deemed was the safest place to be when fighting broke out. Without a word of warning, she charged toward the group. Blaster fire converged on her, whizzing past her face close enough to sway her hair. She fell to her knees and slid on the smooth concrete, reaching striking distance of one of the point soldiers. With a single swing, she struck him in the side of the knee, dislocating the joint.
Reckless, naive, inexperienced… my instructors loved to use these words more than they loved life itself.
She stood up and kicked the man to the ground, then spun and struck another in the wrist, disarming him.
They say violence and passion lead to the dark side, that the adrenaline is wrong. But who will respect us if we don't fight? And if no one respects us, what possible use could we serve?
As the energy bolts flew past, she eventually made her first mistake. The butt of a heavy repeater caught her square in the sternum, knocking her off balance long enough for a bolt to graze her face, leaving a third degree burn across her cheek that extended to the bridge of her nose. The searing pain brought with it an unmatched fury. The air warped around her, and with a flick of her wrist, she cast one of them into the turbine. Confusion broke their ranks - as some dropped their weapons and ran, others looked back to see what was happening.
The Empire respects only martial strength, which is why we have to work twice as hard. If we are to maintain a galactic presence, we must not only show people a better way, we must also be able to defend that way.
She didn't waste a second of the confusion. Using her training blade with brutal precision, she pivoted and jumped through the crowd, striking joints and pressure points. Those that ran made it to the transport, which began to lift off. She grabbed a blaster pistol off the ground and aimed at one of the turbines, which was weakened from having passed an armored gamorean. Catching movement in the corner of her eye, she hesitated. The bay was closing, but she was able to catch a glimpse of other captives inside. Alari instead focused on one of the door servos, disabling it with a few well placed shots. The door hung crooked, and the other servo ground to a halt. She ran toward the transport as it rose, jumping and propelling herself off of shipping crates.
And those refugees… those women who would be sold into slavery to be raped everyday for the rest of their lives… they need a hero. They need someone to look up to. I don't rightly care who saves them, but I'm here, right now.
The metal of the door strained under its own weight before snapping the shaft of the remaining servo. It flipped in the wind as easily as a playing card, but along with a well timed jump, gave Alari the stepping stone she needed to get into the transport.
And I'll die before I let these scum take them - even if it costs me my humanity.
She landed on her feet near the cockpit, on top of the middle of three cages. The women inside cowered, unable to fully stand in the short prisons. With a single blast of telekinetic energy, Alari forced the three gamoreans out of the back of the transport. She'd expected the fall to kill them, but one managed to land on his feet. Picking up a heavy repeater from a body on the landing pad below, he aimed an automatic burst at the weak turbine. The blades shattered and blew out the back, sending the aircraft into a death spiral. The padawan lost her footing at first, and was thrown against a wall. When she stood up again, she slammed her shoulder into the door of the cockpit, forcing the weak separator open. Two shots with the blaster she had picked up to the back of the pilot's head finished him off, and she pushed the body to the floor to take his place. That was when she noticed the blaster fire still hitting the aircraft.
I know what side I'm on. Whatever darkness may consume me from this horrible farce of a peace treaty, that much will never change.
Struggling with the controls, she managed to turn the carrier toward the landing pad, though she wasn't able to gracefully put it down. It slammed into the concrete hard - hard enough to rip its own shielding off. It scraped and twisted, sliding into the last remaining gamorean. He wasn't able to get away before the ship careened into him, dragging him underneath and crushing him between the metal and the concrete. When it finally slid to a stop, Alari wearily stepped out of the cockpit and looked at the cages. They were locked with simple padlocks. She removed each with a single blaster bolt and pulled the cage doors open, not offering a second glance to the women inside. She walked silently back into the building and opened the shipping container.
"You're safe now," she sighed, "The fighting's over."
"But what if they come back?" A man near the middle of the crowd shouted back.
"There is no 'they' anymore. The slavers are dead."
Mixed refugees… were they planning on simply killing the men? That would explain why the transport was so small, and why there were only three cages being used. Those sick bastards executed everyone who wouldn't make for a satisfying sex slave.
She walked outside and sat heavily on a crate, pulling out her holo communicator. A jedi's image appeared above the round disk.
"The mission was a success, and the area is secure. I need a team of medics out here… and some proper transport to take these people home."
"And the slavers?" Alari shook her head and the man continued, "I see. Hold your position and we'll get the medics to you in ten minutes."
The captives from inside the transport were only just coming out at this point, battered and disoriented from their ordeal. The padawan didn't know if it was from the rough landing or from prior beatings, but they weren't in good shape. They already had their shock collars, and Alari was in no position to remove them. A twi'lek pulled at a heavy crate for a moment, then moved on and found a much lighter one, dragging it over to sit next to her savior. She was very thin, and looked to be rather young too. Her skin was an aqua blue, and her lekku had black stripes, similar to a tiger's.
"Are you alright?" the twi'lek asked tentatively. She had an Imperial accent, which immediately raised a red flag.
"Don't worry about me," Alari said weakly, "I've called for a medical team to treat you all, and we're going to arrange for transport to get you home. Are you or the others in any immediate danger from your injuries?"
The twi'lek shook her head. "No, we're fine, but you're hurt."
The human put her forehead in her hand, hunching over a little. She had no desire to put any of her problems on these people, but this girl seemed determined to make it her business. "I'm fine, I promise. I'm just tired."
"Oh… I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble, though I'm eternally grateful for your rescue. My name is Seela. What's your name?"
"I'm Alari. And I'm just doing my part to make this galaxy a better place. You should stay in republic space, Seela. Don't go back to the empire. There's nothing but war and death there."
"I never had a choice before… but I think I will stay."
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The blaster burn eventually healed into an appearance defining scar that no amount of makeup could have gracefully covered up. It was a constant reminder of what I fought for - every time I saw my reflection, it gave me that much more motivation. Even after I got my lightsaber, it never stopped affecting me. I was easily one of the most battle-ready sages to emerge from the academy in a long time, and I had my work cut out for me.
An emergency message reached her when she was on her way to the hangar to go to the republic fleet station. It asked her to go to a cantina alone before she left. She was suspicious, but couldn't afford to miss a chance at good information. Sending her companion ahead, she decided to follow up on the possible lead as requested. She walked into the dimly lit cantina, and was immediately waved over to a booth by a bubbly twi'lek.
"Alari! Alari!" she called out, waving enthusiastically, "Come sit with me!"
The jedi sighed heavily, shaking her head. She didn't appreciate such excited yelling, and even less being deceived. Still, it was at least a little bit amusing to hear it in an imperial accent. Reluctantly, she walked over to the table and sat across from the girl.
"You probably don't remember me, but I'm Seela," she began, "You rescued me from slavers a while back."
"I haven't forgotten," the jedi replied matter-of-factly, "Why have you called me here?"
"You… changed my life. I wanted to be able to show you some hospitality before you left the planet. It's my fault you have that scar."
Seela reached toward Alari's face, but the jedi turned her head slightly, putting one hand up, palm out, to dissuade her. "Please don't. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not a touchy person."
Another booth erupted in laughter, their conversation growing steadily louder. Alari winced and shrunk away from the general direction of the noise, as if it was physically painful to her.
"I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me. Look, I have an attached apartment upstairs that's much quieter."
"Apartments attached to a cantina? Why would anyone do such a thing?"
Seela furrowed her brow in confusion. "It's actually quite common… and it's not like you think. The walls are well insulated, so even the most rowdy drunks cant be heard, and they're not like worker's quarters. Please, I only want a few minutes of your time."
Alari cast her gaze downward, feeling guilty for having been so cold. She looked back up at Seela, a weak smile gracing her lips for the first time that day. The twi'lek was certainly beautiful, if a bit frail. It was no wonder she had been spared.
"I suppose it will take some time for my crew to prime the engines. Lead the way."
They stood up and walked over to a winding staircase. Alari glanced around at the rather high staircase - a necessity to accommodate the high ceiling of the cantina. Across the hall upstairs, they entered Seela's modest apartment. As soon as the door shut, the noise stopped. The jedi listened closely for a moment, trying to notice even the smallest of noises coming from the establishment below, but could do no such thing.
"Would you like a drink, master jedi?"
Alari chuckled and shook her head, "Please, just call me Alari. I'm not a jedi master, and I have no authority position over you."
Having neglected to answer the question, Alari was handed a glass of wine, which she took gingerly. Seela gestured her over to a sofa chair, and sat across from her. Crossing her legs, she held her own glass of wine and smirked. "So what type of ship do you have, anyway?"
"Defender class, light corvette," she said, sitting down.
Grinning, Seela replied, "Surely you know that the engines don't need to be manually primed on a light corvette."
"Is that so?" Alari replied sarcastically, "I had no idea."
"Thank you for this, Alari. You are quite literally my hero, and I appreciate you taking the time to visit."
The jedi a sip of her wine before replying, using it as an excuse to come up with something that was neither condescending nor egotistical, only to find that it hadn't quite given her enough time. She sat there in awkward silence, but only for a moment. Her holo communicator buzzed, and she removed it from her robe.
"Excuse me." She pressed a button on the side, and Qyzen appeared. "Is something wrong?"
"There was an attack on the port, herald. No ships coming in or out."
"What? What happened?"
"Master jedi," another man appeared on the holo, dressed in military uniform, "There was a bombing - one of the gangs. Everything's under control now, but the port is going to be shut down for two weeks while they make repairs."
"But this is unacceptable! I have to get to the fleet!"
"Yeah? Well have fun flying your light ship through twenty tons of debris. Look, we're working as fast as we can - just sit tight. Or better yet, loosen up a bit." He muttered something unintelligible as he walked out of focus, and Qyzen spoke again.
"Herald, the rocks caved in before we left for the port. No amount of haste would have helped."
"It's fine," she sighed, rubbing her forehead in annoyance, "I'm just glad everyone is okay." She put the communicator away and looked back up at Seela. "You have my complete and undivided attention."
"Oh no, I'm so sorry! This isn't- I mean, I wanted to spend time with you, but-"
"Don't worry about it. I'll just have to pay those gangs a visit sometime." She took a deeper drink of her wine this time, more than a little put off by the delay.
"How very gung-ho of you. It was amazing watching you fight before, but why weren't you using a lightsaber?"
"I was just a padawan then - hadn't earned my lightsaber yet." She rolled her shoulders and leaned back in her seat, feeling a bit warm from the drink. Alcohol was frowned upon in the order, and as such, this was actually her first taste of it.
"That's simply amazing, that you could do so much even in your training stages. I was in a good position to see most of the action from where I was in the ship." She noticed the jedi's blush and locked eyes with her, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "A strong woman is truly something to behold."
Alari blushed deeper at this, gazing into the twi'lek's eyes. She swallowed nervously, her mind utterly blank for just a moment. Her next thought was the purple of the girl's cornea. Seela stood up and dropped her robe in a single, smooth motion. The jedi's eyes followed the silk cloth's descent as it flowed down Seela's skin and pooled at her bare feet, and Alari was suddenly aware that she hadn't seen the twi'lek remove her shoes. As she looked back up, her mouth slightly ajar, she saw the lacy lingerie underneath the robe matched her host's eyes near-perfectly. Seela leaned forward and cocked her head to the side, kissing the jedi fully on the lips. Alari made no move to either return the gesture or push her away. When Seela broke the kiss, she remained very close - so much so that their lips brushed against each other when Alari finally worked up the courage to speak.
"You shouldn't feel like you owe me anything… It's the jedi way to serve."
"I'm not doing this because I feel like I owe it to you, silly jedi." Seela's fingers deliberately walked up Alari's ribcage, making the human squirm and barely stifle a moan into a faint groan. "Watching you fight got my adrenaline pumping, my blood boiling… just being in the presence of such an amazing warrior turns me on more than you could possibly imagine. You're a fantasy come true, but tell me to stop, and I'll stop."
The jedi said nothing, remaining in utterly stunned silence in her seat as the twi'lek's fingers reached the underside of her breast. She shuddered, trying to maintain eye contact. Seela trailed her index finger gently along the curve of the bottom half of Alari's breast, making her guest arch her back and utter a choked moan. The human craned her neck back, both nipples hardening immediately. With that, it became very clear to her that not only wouldn't she be leaving, but she would be doing anything this girl wanted. She wanted to be smooth, she wanted to be seductive, she wanted to be in the bedroom what her host had seen in battle. But when she finally made eye contact again, all of her imagined responses went completely out the window.
"It's my first time." Alari swallowed hard, trembling a little and looking to the twi'lek for guidance. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable, and it excited her as much as it frightened her.
"I believe you. You don't have to be afraid." She took the jedi's wine glass and placed it on the nearby coffee table, along with her own. Her hand slid up the jedi's breast, gently caressing it through the fabric of the robe.
"Please," she whimpered, unable to break eye contact at this point, "I'm going to scream."
"Go ahead, beautiful. This room is very much soundproof, and that works both ways. You don't need to be shy."
Seela's thumb slid over Alari's nipple, and even through her robe and bra, it was noticeably erect. The jedi moaned sharply, squirming more in her seat. She gripped the sides of the chair and shut her eyes tightly, turning her head and gasping. The twi'lek lowered her head a little to look at the jedi through her brow, thoroughly enjoying the effect she was already having on her guest. She climbed into the human's lap, pressing her own barely covered breasts against those of the nervous jedi, taking her blushing face in both hands and kissing her deeply. It was all too much for Alari, who moaned loudly into Seela's mouth. Tentatively placing her hands on the twi'lek's slender hips, she took a few deep breaths to work up some courage. The fingers of her right hand began to walk up the twi'lek's ribs, mimicking what the other girl had done to her before. Seela let out a surprised moan, giggling as she broke the kiss.
"Mmm, you're opening up to me!"
Alari panted and looked up at her host's face, then let her gaze drift over the skimpy lingerie. It was translucent in places, offering hints of the skin beneath, but the cloth was solid in all of the places it was truly intended to cover, which was as much of a tease as the person wearing it. The twi'lek reached down and began to unbutton the front of the human's robe, raising an eyebrow as she found a zipper after the first three buttons. She took the end of the zipper in her teeth and climbed downward, disrobing the jedi as she went. By the time she was kneeling at the girl's feet, she had nearly finished removed the robe. A single tug at the fabric provided the hint the jedi needed, and she arched her back, raising herself off the seat to allow Seela to remove the robe completely.
Underneath, she was wearing plain white cotton bra and panties. The bra was padded slightly to prevent her nipples from showing through her robe, but the panties were very thin. Her pubic hair was somewhat visible through them, along with a small wet spot from her arousal, much to her embarrassment. Seela didn't give her much time to dwell on her position, taking the jedi's foot in both hands. The twi'lek kissed and licked her way up the ankle, the calf, and eventually to the inner thigh, while Alari writhed and moaned under her touch. Seela continued to go up, trailing her tongue in a circle around the human's navel as she reached behind the girl to unfasten her bra clasp. Alari awkwardly removed her bra completely, tossing it aside to reveal her bare breasts. The sensation of Seela's tongue directly touching the sensitive flesh made her jolt. When it finally reached her nipple, she screamed in shock, immediately gasping in embarrassment and looking down at the other girl.
Seela's tongue flitted playfully over the jedi's nipple, flicking it back and forth. Her hand came up to massage Alari's other breast, then tweak the nipple between her index finger and thumb. Alari writhed and moaned uncontrollably, allowing the twi'lek to have free reign over her body. Shocking sensations coursed through her body, overwhelming her mind. Blue fingers gently slid down the human's midsection, traveling in a teasing wave motion. Her abdominal muscles twitched and tightened intermittently under the twi'lek's fingers, until Seela finally made her way to the waistband of the modest panties. Her middle finger gently inched through the curls of Alari's pubic hair, reaching the moist slit. The jedi screamed and jerked her hips back in shock, but Seela didn't relent. Her finger chased the jedi's wetness, nestling between the outer lips and finding the nubbin of her clit. She rubbed in a gentle, circular motion, making her best effort to keep up with the jedi's writhing.
Moaning and calling the twi'lek's name, Alari awkwardly balled her hands up in fists at her sides, not really sure what to do with them. Seela kissed down the jedi's stomach, finally giving her nipples some rest. She then hooked her fingers under the waistband of the human's panties and pulled them off over her feet. Her hands came up to coax Alari's legs open, managing to get the girl's feet perched on either corner of the edge of her seat. The twi'lek paid no mind to Alari's pubic hair as she began to lick up the jedi's thigh, but Alari did.
"I-I'm sorry."
Seela stopped and looked up from between the other girl's legs. "Sorry for what, Alari?"
"My hair… it's in the way…"
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, but if it would make you feel more comfortable, I can help you shave."
Alari nodded once, with mixed feelings about it. She felt bad about interrupting, and part of her was kicking herself for making Seela stop. But on the other hand, she imagined that it would be unpleasant to have so much unkept pubic hair in the way. Seela got up and walked out of the room, coming back with a towel, a razor, a bowl of water, and a can of shaving cream on a small tray. She knelt in front of Alari and placed the tray on the floor, picking up the towel first.
"Let me get this under you."
The jedi lifted herself off the seat long enough for Seela to slip the towel under her before sitting back down. The twi'lek wet her fingers in the bowl and ran them through Alari's pubic hair, making her gasp softly. Next came the shaving cream - a gel the twi'lek put in the palm of her hand that foamed up as she rubbed it through. It tingled against the jedi's skin, and smelled strongly of mint. She let out a wavering sigh, having to force herself to remain still. The human looked away at first, but when she felt the razor dragging across her skin, she looked back down. Seela was calmly shaving the girl very smoothly, and though Alari was a little fearful of getting cut, it seemed to be unfounded. She panted from the tingling mint on her sensitive skin, seeing her bare slit for the first time since puberty.
"There you go," Seela purred, "Completely smooth."
"Please," Alari whined, trembling as she looked down at herself, "It's tingling!"
"Mmm, that must be driving you crazy… don't worry."
She blew cool air between her guest's legs, making her moan loudly. Picking up the bowl, she trickled water slowly over the jedi's smooth pussy, then brought the towel up and wiped it clean. After placing the items back on the tray, she leaned in without warning, dragging her tongue slowly up the path of the human's slit. Alari screamed in shock and placed both hands on the back of Seela's head, who finally took a hint and ended the tease. Her tongue found the other girl's clit and began flicking quickly, gliding over the slick wetness. The jedi bucked her hips, screaming and writhing in pleasure, as she was very quickly brought to climax. The twi'lek had to hold her hips down with both hands as she thrashed and shrieked uncontrollably.
When she finally went limp, she released her grip on the back of Seela's head, but her host did not let up. She continued licking without missing a beat. Alari's hips began to swivel as she tried to catch her breath. A defeated moan escaped her lips, sweat forming on her brow. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes. Whimpering, she trembled, trying to weakly pull herself away as she came again. Her moans and labored breathing filled the room, and she could barely get air in her lungs. Even as she twitched and gasped at in the aftershocks, Seela kept licking, until she finally managed the strength to speak.
"P-Please, no more…"
Seela stopped immediately crawling up on top of the jedi, whose position had melted from a graceful sit to near laying on the chair. The naked girl below her was trembling and twitching, her face covered in a sheen of sweat. Leaning down, she kissed Alari deeply, and this time, the girl responded. The jedi could taste her own juices on her lover's mouth, could feel the stickiness on her own face as they kissed. As the smell of herself filled her nose, it made her want to taste Seela. She reached down and began tugging on the twi'lek's panties, and the other girl helped remove them. Alari found her host quite wet already as she gently placed her hand between the twi'lek's legs. Seela moaned gently and broke the kiss, allowing her to gasp and look at Alari's hand.
"I want you to feel good too," the jedi said nervously, gently rubbing up and down the twi'lek's smooth slit with one finger.
The twi'lek nodded and crawled up, catching Alari by surprise as she kneeled over the jedi's face. Long past the point of embarrassment, she tentatively extended her tongue, trying to remember Seela's technique. She licked up and down slowly, nervously making her pattern match as closely as she could. At first, she focused entirely too much on simple recall than figuring out what Seela's body reacted to. However, she soon began to pick up on the twi'lek's subtle body cues, breathing pattern, and moans. It wasn't a natural process for her - not yet, anyway. She had to concentrate completely on her task, and soon began to build up an appropriate rhythm. Seela, in return, quickly lost control. She began mumbling in Twi'lek, between labored gasps, and eventually grabbed two handfuls of the jedi's crimson hair. She rocked her hips toward Alari's face, screaming in pleasure as a mind shattering orgasm took hold of her. Her screaming became erratic, and with a shudder, Seela leaned forward, collapsing over the back of the chair. She then slid down, laying on top of her guest. Looking into Alari's eyes, she spoke in Basic again, albeit with a significantly softer tone.
"There's absolutely no way that was as much fun for you as it was for me."
"Mmm, don't sell yourself short."
"I do hope you come back at some point before they fix the hangar."
Alari straightened up a bit, mildly alarmed. "I completely forgot about my crew!"
Seela giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "You better go check on them. Or check in."
"You're right."
She scrambled to get dressed, putting on her bra first. Seela watched the young jedi frantically put her robe on, not immediately finding her panties. She began to look for those last, and the twi'lek glanced over the edge of the chair, spotting it on the floor.
"Here." Alari turned and saw her panties dangling from Seela's extended index finger.
"Oh! Thank you." Alari took them and slipped them on under her robe, and immediately regretted it. She slipped them back off again just as quickly and stuck them in a pocket of her robe. "That's actually rather unpleasant when I'm smooth."
"Too wet?"
"Wet and cold."
"Give them to me." Alari raised an eyebrow at the woman and she added, "You don't want to walk around with dirty panties in your pocket. That's just asking for trouble. You can wear one of mine."
Though she conceded that Seela was probably right about carrying around panties like that, the jedi looked between the twi'lek's hips and her own, then shook her head. "Well… okay. You can hold onto these," she produced the panties and handed them to Seela, "But there's no way I'm going to fit into yours. You're thin as a rail."
Seela smirked at this and replied, "Have fun walking back to your ship without panties."
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