Growing Up: Stages of the Jedi

Growing Up – Stages of the Jedi

Chapter Two:
Tutelage: The Lesson

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Walking back to her own quarters, Jedi Padawan Siri Tachi was deep in thought. She entered her own chamber without even noticing that Obi-Wan was sitting on a chair, awaiting her return, until he called to her.

“Hey, you alright? You look like you’re in a trance,” Obi-Wan asked.

“Oh… ok. I mean I’m ok,” Siri forced a smile.

Obi-Wan was not convinced but he did not ask further.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have to be with your master?” Siri asked.

“Well, he’s on an important mission and feels that I should stay here and you know, learn patience,” Obi-Wan said with a scowl.

Siri giggled at his expression.

“Am I to ease your boredom or what?” Siri asked him.

“Hope so. Bant is off with Master Tahl and nobody seems around these days,” Obi-Wan said with a slight tinge of dejection.

Bant Eerin was a good friend of Obi-Wan, a female Mon Calamari, Padawan to Jedi Master Tahl, who shared an affectionate bond with Qui-Gon Jinn.

“Wish I had my saber. My OWN saber. Then I duel you until you beg for mercy. Haha.” Siri said and laughed at her own musing.

“Well I could get training sabers if you’d like to duel. I mean if you’re in the mood to,” Obi-Wan told her.

Siri smiled again.

“Great. It could take my attention off that –,” she stopped in mid sentence then beckoned Obi-Wan to get the saber quickly.

Puzzled, Obi-Wan walked out of Siri’s quarters and quickly got to the sparring halls and signed out 2 sabers with Swordmaster Cin Drallig who happened to be there, packing up the place after his lesson.

En route to Siri’s quarters with the sabers, Obi-Wan knocked into a Twi’lek girl and the pile of Holobooks she was carrying were strewn all over the carpeted flooring.

“I’m so very sorry,” Obi-Wan quickly apologised.

“Oh it’s ok,” the blue twi’lek replied in a soothingly magnetic voice. “We’re both in a rush and here we are doing time for that… mistake.”

Obi-Wan smiled. This Twi’lek girl sure was eloquent. She looked at least 14 to Obi-Wan. With his help, she quickly recollected the Holobooks and stood up.

“I’m delivering this on behalf of Madame Nu to Padawan –,” she checked a tag clipped to her utilities belt, “Siri Tachi. Do you know where I might be able to find her?”

Obi-Wan laughed.

“You found yourself a guide,” he said, and they started walking towards Siri’s quarters.

Obi-Wan asked the Twi’lek Padawan (as he presumed) her name.

“Aaylas’ecura,” she drawled.

It sounded alien and the natural magnetic element in her voice further enhanced the alien-ness of it when coupled with her drawling.

“I’m sorry, Ay – what?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Aayla Secura,” she repeated with a smile.

“Right Aayla, which master’s instruction are you under currently?” Obi-Wan delved further.

“Master Yoda,” Aayla replied simply.

Obi-Wan gaped at her. She must be very talented to be chosen as Master Yoda’s Padawan.

“Wow, that’s so great. He is a legend, and you would be too, I guess,” Obi-Wan mused.

Aayla chuckled at that.

“A Padawan, not yet am I, a youngling, I am.” Aayla answered using Master Yoda way of speech.

“How can that –,” Obi-Wan realised he had not asked Aayla how old she was. “How old are you Aayla?”

“Seven. Six and four-fifths actually,” she told him, drawling away.

Obi-Wan frowned at that, wondering if she was pulling his leg.

“I get that from many people,” Aayla said, laughing.

“One thing you need to know about Twi’leks, apart from being exotic beauties” She giggled at Obi-Wan’s mock-vomit expression and continued, “Just kidding, I mean to say, Twi’leks develops twice as fast as humans do – physically, psychologically and emotionally as well.”

Obi-Wan nodded

“So you ARE seven years old.”

They’ve reached Siri Tachi’s quarters.

“You took so long, Obi-Wan, and who’s this?” Siri asked as the doors slid open silently.

“Mesa Aaylas’ecura, Holobook delivery, courtesy of Madame Nu,” Aayla spoke.

“Thanks, and you’ve got a nice voice you know,” Siri added.

Aayla smiled sweetly at that.

“If there’s nothing else, I’d have to go, or I will be late for class,” Aayla said.

“Thanks again, bye!” Siri bade her goodbye and Obi-Wan waved as Aayla Secura stepped out of Siri Tachi’s quarters for Master Yoda’s class.

The doors hissed closed as Aayla walked off into the extensive corridor network of the Jedi Temple.

“Nice voice, nice person, nice colour,” Siri said to herself.

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Obi-Wan drew his green training saber and pointed it to Siri’s chest, offensive.

“How vicious,” Siri remarked jokingly.

With two swift moves, she pushed Obi-Wan’s saber off-focus and tried to disarm him. Unfortunately for her, Siri was a split second too slow and Obi-Wan managed to block off her offence and accidentally brought his saber in contact with Siri’s wrist.

Siri shrieked as the training saber stung her hard. She dropped her saber. Obi-Wan deactivated his and went over to her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t –” Siri waved Obi-Wan’s apology off dismissively.

“Are you ok?” Obi-Wan continued tentatively.

“I’m so … oh Obi-Wan!” Siri suddenly pulled him in for a hug.

Stunned, Obi-Wan stood there, letting Siri hug him. Siri composed her and drew away from Obi-Wan some minutes later.

“Sorry, I just –” She stopped halfway, desperately scouring her mind looking for something to continue the sentence.

“We should talk, Siri,” Obi-Wan told her. “You’re acting very weird today you know.”

“Obi-Wan, I know you’re concerned and I appreciate it but we’ll talk about this in a few days, alright?” Siri suggested.

“Fine, but if you need anything, just tell me, you hear?” Obi-Wan made her promise.

“I will, Obi-Wan, I will. Now for dinner…?” Siri laughed at Obi-Wan’s growling stomach.

“Shall we?” With that, the two of them left for the dining halls.

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Four days passed fleetingly and the only big thing that came to her was that Master Gallia’s ship is not to be ready for a long time. Well, Ilum seems ever so faraway.

Siri’s menstruation, period, whatever (though to her it’s ‘stupid bleeding’) was over. She spent most of her period in the solitude of her chambers.

Ringing the electrobell by the transparisteel doors to Master Gallia’s quarters, Siri waited for the distant “come in” before she stepped into Master Gallia’s quarters.

“Over, isn’t it? Feeling better?” Master Gallia’s asked.

“Yes, Master,” Siri replied.

“Let’s get on with our little lesson, shall we.”

Jedi Master Adi Gallia walked to lock the doors. Siri thought it to be superfluous move until they started lesson proper.

Master Gallia moved back to the inner sanctum of her quarters and she dimmed the shades, blocking out most of the Coruscanti sunlight save a few beams which still managed to infiltrate the room.

“Now Siri, you have to open up your mind and heart, for the thing I’m about to teach you may make you feel slightly uncomfortable, but you’ll appreciate it.” Master Gallia gave an opening recitation.

Siri Tachi nodded at her weird words.

“Tell me, my Padawan, you’ have noticed certain differences in your body late, more accurately to say there is certain growth across you chest and between your legs, yes?” Master Gallia asked.

Siri, now beginning to understand her master’s pervious words, nodded slowly.

“You must realise that this is but natural. The midichlorians, influenced by the Force, causes these growths in our body system and by so causing… …” Master Gallia droned on infinitely covering wide grounds inclusive of ‘some development’, ‘process in life’ and something about ‘great pleasure’ but Siri’s attention slipped away as it did during Master Gallia’s speech on expectations the first day they met.

Siri Tachi was suddenly jolted awake by the impact of Master Gallia’s last instruction.

“Take off your tunic, my Padawan, and – well, take off everything.” She called.

“Master?” Siri replied instinctively, hoping that somehow she misinterpreted her mentor’s instruction.

“You hear me Siri, take off ALL your clothing,” Master Gallia repeated, a tad impatient.

Though Adi Gallia sounded all but outrightly nonchalant, in her instruction to Siri, but deep inside, her cells were screaming with lust.

Siri slowly slipped off her Jedi tunic and undid her underclothes but left her cupless bra on. She proceed to take off her trousers, thereafter she stopped undressing and stood in front of her Master, still hoping that this was all she needed to do.

Master Gallia sighed before she said, “Do you not understand the instruction which I have repeated twice?”

Siri unbuckled her bra and slid of her knickers quickly. She stared at the floor, feeling stupidly underdressed and her Master, still clad in her full Jedi robes further accentuated the feeling.

Master Adi Gallia had quite forgotten how a developing body looked like, having grown out of it some six years ago. She looked at Siri’s blossoming body and felt very aroused. She smiled gently at Siri, who still stared intently on the floor.

Master Gallia steered Siri to the futon she laid on a few days back, hoping that once she lay down, it might ease her psychological discomforts. Siri lay down on the bed and Master Gallia knelt down beside her.

“Close your eyes, Siri, and tell me how you feel.” Master Gallia instructed.

Master Gallia caressed Siri’s cheek softly but Siri jerked at the touch for she wasn’t expecting it.

“Relax,” Master Gallia whispered.

Siri drew in a deep breath, then exhaled.

Master Gallia moved to caress her neck where she planted a light kiss. Siri let out a little meep.

Siri, now beginning to understand the part about ‘pleasure’, decided to play along with it.

“Master, could you show me how I would look when I’m grown up?” Siri asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Adi Gallia quickly got out of her clothes and Siri gazed upon her master’s beautiful grown-up body, feeling a little wetness down below (thank goodness it wasn’t blood again!).

Master Gallia had slightly tanned skin. Her breasts were stiff, looking very nicely sculpted. It wasn’t small, yet not too big, just nice, as Siri perceived. She had been clean shaven that her pussy looked just like Siri’s, hairless and smooth. Her legs were long and slender. Siri wondered how Master Gallia would look without her Tholoth headdress, but on second thought, she believed that the headdress would look so much better than hair.

Master Gallia was a great beauty which was often masked by the Jedi robes she wore.

Siri looked down at her own body. Across her chest were two small mounds and at the tips of those were her woodish-pink nipples, pert and stiff, sensitive to touch.

Adi Gallia knelt down again in Siri’s wake. And without so much as a warning, she leaned forward and took one of Siri’s highly underdeveloped breasts in her mouth.

“OH – my god!” Siri exclaimed both in surprise and pleasure but she never knew it would feel this good.

As Master Gallia continued to trace her tongue over the nipple, teasing and suckling at it, her thumb and forefinger found the other one and began chafing it lightly. Her ministrations were very much appreciated as evidenced by the moans that Siri emitted.

“Master,” Siri gasped weakly.

Adi Gallia moved down Siri’s body, planting kisses and little nips along the way. She kissed at her navel and slowly spread Siri’s legs apart. With one finger, she gently rubbed Siri’s opening.

“Mmmm…” Siri moaned

Continuing her ministrations, Master Gallia inserted her middle finger into Siri fully. She could feel Siri’s inner muscles clamping on her finger. Master Gallia licked at the opening, hoping to make Siri relax, at which Siri moaned loudly.

Feeling the laxing of the muscles, Master Gallia inserted a second finger into Siri, this time her thumb wiggling at her clit.

Siri almost screamed at that intense pleasure

As Master Gallia pleasured her Padawan, her other hand went to finger-fucking herself. Siri came nearer and nearer to orgasm and her moans grew steadily louder and longer. As Master Gallia felt herself reaching the point of no return, Siri came, hard.

A colourless liquid pulsing out of Siri’s opening. Siri Tachi could ejaculate!

“You’re so great, my Padawan,” Adi Gallia gasped as she quivered and spasmed and reach her own orgasm.

Adi Gallia climbed up the bed and hugged Siri tightly, kissing her gently and softly, both of them enjoying the joys of release.

“Master,” Siri spoke, breaking the kiss, “how did you do that, I mean made that…”

Adi Gallia grinned at her question.

“You’ve never done it yourself?” Master Gallia asked her

She shook her head.

“Well, now you know, don’t you?” Master Gallia answered.

The comlink on Master Gallia’s utility belt buzzed, indicating an incoming message. Scrambling for the comlink amongst the pile of discarded clothing, she fished for the buzzing device.

“Gallia,” she spoke, after activating the communicator, moving over to the corner of the room for certain privacy on her conversation, though Siri heard everything nonetheless.

“Master Gallia,” Luminara Unduli’s voice sounded, “your presence is required at the High Council this noon for an urgent meeting. Oh, and bring you Padawan along as well.”

“The High Council?” Master Gallia repeated, unsure of why Master Unduli was giving this instruction seeing that she was not a member of the High Council.

“Yes Adi,” Master Unduli affirmed it, “be punctual,” she added and ended the conversation.

Siri, fully dressed by now, looked over to the Holoclock. It was slightly over three hours to noon and she had many things to tell Obi-Wan.

Adi Gallia dressed quickly and led Siri to the main chamber of her quarters.

“We’re required to be at the High Council at noon. I’ll contact you again to meet you and we’ll see the Council together.” Master Gallia instructed, zapping out of her soft and loving disposition of awhile earlier to her usual crisp and stern demeanour.

“And Siri,” Master Gallia stopped Siri in her tracks, her gaze was soft, “you were very nice.”

“Thanks, Master,” Siri smiled before exiting the room.

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