Katarn's Conquests

Episode III: Lustful Alliance


“Almost there, Kyle. Keep it together.” Kyle Katarn muttered to himself, ignoring the simmering pain in his left shoulder. He stood alone in a large turbolift as it ascended. The only sound was the low hum of the turbolift and Kyle’s calm breathing. He glanced at his shoulder, studying the burnt fabric of his coat and wondering absently how bad the burn could be underneath. His belt-mounted shield was completely spent.

The turbolift came to a smooth stop and Kyle readied his blaster rifle, taken from the first stormtrooper he had killed that night.

There had been so many.

With a hiss the turbolift doors slid open and blaster bolts immediately began sparking off the durasteel behind Kyle. He moved swiftly as he ran out onto the moonlit roof, returning fire at the three stormtroopers attempting to get a bead on him. A shower of sparks erupted from the nearest trooper’s chest as Kyle scored a hit, knocking the white-clad trooper off his feet as he fell dead to the cool stone roof.

A blaster bolt zipped by Kyle’s left temple, and he could fee the heat from the near miss. A familiar tugging sensation in his gut made him dive to his right just as another shot burned through the space he had been occupying a moment before. Kyle rolled up onto his knee and blasted the last two stormtroopers before they could adjust their aim.

Kyle got to his feet, breathing heavily. There was a low whine of repulsorlifts and he looked up to see the Moldy Crow swoop down out of Danuta’s starry night sky. The old freighter had never looked so beautiful.

The Moldy Crow hovered low and the ramp extended down far enough for Kyle to climb up. He made his way to the cockpit as the hatch sealed behind him, taking the rear copilot seat.

“You got it?” Jan Ors asked over her shoulder as she banked the Moldy Crow up through the atmosphere.

“Yeah.” Kyle sighed with relief, relaxing into the copilot chair’s cushioned embrace. He reached into one of his long brown coat’s many pockets and produced the memory matrix he had been tasked with obtaining. He did not want to think how many men he had killed in the last few hours to obtain the data on the small device.

“Mothma will be thrilled.” Jan smiled proudly. “We hit pay dirt this time, Kyle. And we’re heroes to boot.”

“That’s great.” Kyle nodded tiredly, blinking his eyes slowly as fatigue overwhelmed him. “I’ll need a touch of bacta. The Empire had some better than average troops down there.”

“I’ll patch you up as soon as we jump.” Jan said, her voice suddenly serious. “Damn it Kyle, I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask if you were hurt.”

“Jan, I’m fine.” Kyle chuckled, comforted by the concern in Jan’s voice. “It’s just been a long night.”

“Trust me, Kyle.” Jan said solemnly as the stars stretched toward them. “You’re holding the fate of the galaxy.”


* * *


The Moldy Crow set down in the hangar deck of the Rebel Alliance’s command frigate in deep space, light years away from the nearest system. Kyle and Jan disembarked from the Crow and were immediately met by Winter’s serene face. She was followed by two Alliance officers.

“Not even a smile?” Kyle quipped as he and Jan walked up to the white-haired rebel agent.

“I am relieved you are both unharmed.” Winter said, giving Kyle a sideways glance. “Were you able to obtain the plans?”

“Right here.” Kyle hefted the memory matrix. One of the officers stepped forward and gingerly took the data device before hurrying away, likely to decryption facilities.

“You’ve done a great service for the Rebel Alliance.” Winter said. “Mon Mothma would like to thank you both personally. If you would follow me…”

“Have you heard from Rianna Saren yet?” Kyle asked.

“She arrived an hour ago.” Winter nodded. “She was successful in obtaining the updated changes to the Death Star plans. Combined with the base-line plans you have brought us, we have the complete profile of the Death Star.”

“You two go on ahead.” Kyle said. “I should check in with Rianna.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Jan said, her eyes narrowing skeptically.

“I got her into this.” Kyle spoke firmly. “Give Mothma my best.”

With a sigh, Jan continued on with Winter, glancing over her shoulder at Kyle as he made his way down the opposite length of the ship.


* * *


Kyle entered the temporary quarters, knocking as he came in. He spotted Rianna immediately. She sat in a simple chair, gazing out at the stars through a viewport. She was a Twi’lek, her skin a fiery orange. Her right lekku had been lost and was replaced by a mechanical prosthetic. She wore a blue halter-top that exposed a toned midriff and athletic shoulders, and her matching pants were a skintight fit around her slender legs.

“Rianna?” Kyle said, approaching her slowly. “I heard you did fine.”

“Yeah.” Rianna said in a flat tone.

“Did you run into Kheev?” Kyle asked almost hesitantly.

“I did.” Rianna sighed, leaning back into her chair. “He’s dead.”

“That slaver scum had it coming.” Kyle nodded. “Where’s that little droid Zeeo?”

“He took a shot for me.” Rianna said in an oddly distant voice. Her green eyes starred off into space unblinkingly. “They took what was left of him down to maintenance, but I doubt they’ll get him working again.”

“I’m sorry.” Kyle said. He walked over to the small storage unit and found a bottle of Corellian ale. “Could you use a drink?”

“And how.” Rianna nodded, almost smiling.

“I don’t think there are any glasses.” Kyle frowned, glancing around the small room.

“I guess we’ll just have to take turns.” Rianna said, grabbing the bottle from Kyle and taking a long draft of the spicy drink. She smacked her lips with satisfaction before handing the bottle back to Kyle. “I’m glad you came to see me, Katarn.”

“Hey, I was the one who recruited you, remember?” Kyle smiled and took a healthy drink. He savored the dull burn as the ale trickled down his throat.

“It’s just that there aren’t many people who give a damn about me.” Rianna said quietly. “And I could use a friend right now.”

“Well you’ve got one.” Kyle smiled warmly, handing her the bottle. “Whatever you need, Rianna.”

“Whatever I need?” Rianna asked, her eyes glimmering with more than just the early effects of Corellian ale. “I need something to take my mind off things. The drink is a nice start, but…” She glanced at the small bed in the corner and then back at Kyle. “Can you handle the rest?”

“I’m a man of my word.” Kyle said with a roguish wink.


* * *


“Thank you, Captain Ors.” Mon Mothma inclined her head in gratitude as they stood on the ship’s bridge. The leader of the Rebel Alliance wore flowing robes, not dissimilar to those worn by Leia Organa who stood next to her. Winter stood silently behind them. “Leia was a staunch advocate of both you and Katarn. Your successful acquisition of the Death Star plans may prove to be a pivotal moment in galactic history.”

“Kyle and I are happy to do our part against the Empire.” Jan smiled, shaking Mon Mothma’s proffered hand. She glanced over at Leia. “Thanks for backing us, Princess.”

“Nonsense! You two are the most capable mercenaries in the galaxy.” Leia said emphatically. “I would be a fool not to recognize your talents.”

A security officer walked over to whisper something in Mon Mothma’s ear.

“I’m sure Kyle would appreciate a personal thank you, Your Highness.” Jan gave Leia a quick wink while Mon Mothma was distracted. She saw the princess’s cheeks flush as a furtive smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Jan appreciated a girl with as much spunk as Leia. As Kyle’s best friend, Jan knew better than anyone that he needed a woman with a backbone.

“Speaking of Kyle.” Leia began, managing to keep her voice light. “I was hoping to… debrief him properly before you departed. Do you know if--”

“There’s been a disturbance reported on deck six.” Mon Mothma cut in, her voice firm as the security officer stepped back. “A crewmember reported hearing a scream and the sounds of a scuffle coming from Rianna Saren’s quarters.”

“I’ll go.” Jan blurted a bit too loudly. Mon Mothma and Leia looked at her quizzically. Jan swallowed, and fought to keep her voice calm. “Kyle and Rianna might be having… a, uh… squabble over something.”

“A squabble.” Mothma repeated, arching an eyebrow.

“Kyle is in Rianna Saren’s quarters?” Leia asked in a small voice. Her eyes were wide with sudden realization. “Oh…I see. Of course, perhaps Rianna is… is upset with the loss of her droid. She might blame Kyle for that. Possibly.”

“Possibly.” Mothma said, her voice deadpan and her eyes all too knowing. “Go on, Captain Ors.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jan nodded and hurried from the room.

Jan rushed to the nearest turbolift and descended to deck six. Her fingers tapped impatiently on the lift’s control panel as she struggled to keep her temper under control. The doors slid open and she jogged down the corridor toward Rianna Saren’s quarters. A small crowd of off-duty crewmembers had formed around the door. Muffled screams and grunts could be heard even from behind the thick durasteel door. Jan clenched her jaw, her blood roaring in her ears.

“What are you all standing around here for?” Jan snapped at the lingering crewmembers. “Is the Empire taking the day off too? Move it!”

The group dispersed looking a bit embarrassed. Jan stood in front of the door, steeling herself in preparation. She could hear a rhythmic pounding; something was being slammed against the bulkhead repeatedly. With a deep breath, Jan punched a security override code into the door’s panel and the stepped through the instant it opened.

The lights were off, and the starlight from the viewport was the only illumination, casting the room in a cool bluish hue. An empty bottle of Corellian ale lay on its side in the middle of the floor.

“Aaah! Yeah, that’s right!” A sensuous female voice moaned, causing Jan’s head to swing around toward the sound. She couldn’t see much in the dark, but she could imagine. Not that she needed to.

With a wave of her hand, Jan activated the sensor next to the door, bringing the lights up. Despite knowing what to expect, Jan’s stomach still managed to do a back flip when she saw them together on the bed just a meter or two away.

Kyle was naked and lying on his back, his legs draped over the side of the short bed at the knee, staring up at the ceiling and apparently oblivious to Jan’s presence. All Jan could see of him was his legs, as his torso was hidden behind the bed’s other occupant. The Twi’lek mercenary, Rianna Saren, was straddling his hips, facing away from him. She was leaning over, bracing her arms against Kyle’s knees while her shapely hips bounced up and down as she rode him.

Rianna’s eyes were closed and for a moment Jan simply gazed at her. Rianna’s smooth orange skin had a remarkable sheen, likely perspiration given how strenuously she was riding Kyle. The Twi’lek’s generous breasts jiggled with each bounce of her hips, and her left lekku wiggled excitedly. The prosthetic on the right side of her head remained relatively still. Jan’s eyes wandered down Rianna’s athletic body and focused between her legs, finding it oddly remarkable how similar Twi’lek and human anatomy really was, apart from the complete lack of hair. Jan’s eyes widened as she saw Kyle’s fully erect cock. She could only see a few inches at a time as Rianna’s nether lips pumped the thick, hard length of flesh, but she instantly knew that she had sorely underestimated Kyle’s size. Jan watched with rapt attention as his testicles wobbled with each downward stroke of Rianna’s hips.

“Uuunnghh! So you decided to turn on the lights, Rianna?” Kyle grunted, his hands moving up to knead Rianna’s smooth buttocks.

“Mmmm….What?” Rianna asked and opened her eyes. She instantly saw Jan, but instead of screaming, she simply gave Jan a sweaty self-aware smile. “H-hhaaahhh! Hey there, Ors.”

“Jan!?” Kyle yelped, lurching up into a seated position. His panicked face poked out from behind Rianna’s head, his eyes wide with terror. Rianna’s organic lekku dangled over his head. “What are you doing here!? Rianna…aaahhh!... Come on, Rianna, stop.”

“Not done yet.” Rianna shook her head. Her arms flexed as she pushed her butt back against Kyle’s abs, grinding hard against him, churning his hard cock inside her. She reached down with one hand and palmed Kyle’s sac, giving him a firm squeeze.

“Oh, DAMN!” Kyle moaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt Rianna’s soft flesh squeeze down on his shaft while she groped his testicles in her warm hand.

“Mmmmm! I’m sure she doesn’t mind.” Rianna gave Jan a conciliatory wink. “Do you, Ors?”

“Don’t stop on my account.” Jan shrugged as casually as she could manage, her head feeling a bit light. She focused on her frustration, letting the anger overpower the unsettling feelings stirring inside her. “Sorry to barge in here, Rianna.”

“I was a slave for years…aaaahhh!” Rianna breathed deeply, rolling her hips gracefully. “I’m used to people watching. I work best with an audience, really.”

“I don’t blame you, Rianna.” Jan assured her. “My beef is with your wrestling partner there.”

“I’m sorry, Jan!” Kyle managed to apologize before dropping back down onto the bed and letting out a loud moan of pleasure as Rianna’s firm butt began slapping loudly against his abs. The Twi’lek started riding him wildly, her arms and legs flexing with toned muscle. “Rianna and me just got…aaaaghhh! YES! We just got carried away! Uuugghhh!”

Jan walked around to the side of the bed and crossed her arms, glaring down at Kyle, trying to forget the fact that Rianna’s gorgeous nude body was bouncing crazily atop his manhood.

“We were both supposed to meet with Mothma.” Jan admonished, trying not to stare at Kyle’s bare chest glistening with sweat. “The crew heard you two! They thought it was some kind of fight! Mothma almost sent down a security team. What if they’d rushed in here to see this? We’ve got a good thing going on with the Alliance, Kyle. Don’t screw this up!”

“He is good at screwing things! Aaaaaah!” Rianna’s quip trailed into a squeal of ecstasy. “I’m gonna come soon, Kyle!”

“Finish up and meet me outside, Kyle.” Jan shook her head in exasperation and headed for the door. “Maybe Mothma has another job for us. If we’re lucky, that is.”

Rianna caught Jan’s eye just before she reached the door and glanced down between Kyle’s legs, pointedly giving his sac a squeeze and forcing a breathy grunt from him. Rianna looked back up at Jan and arched an eyebrow in a silent question. Jan shook her head vehemently, making a disgusted face, but Rianna held her gaze.

Something snapped inside Jan and she walked forward, making sure to stay in front of Rianna’s bouncing torso so that Kyle could not see her. Rianna released Kyle’s sac and he immediately groaned in protest. Her mind racing with a million conflicting emotions, Jan reached down and grasped Kyle’s sac in her hand. She rolled his testicles back and forth with her slender fingers.

“Oh, Rianna, that’s…aaaahhh! Yeah! Oooooh!” Kyle moaned, arching his back off the bed as the pleasure came to a boil in his loins. “If you keep that up, I’ll….Oh YEAH! Oh, I’m close!”

“Come with me, Katarn!” Rianna giggled, her eyes watching Jan with great interest. The Twi’lek’s lithe body bounced like mad, her abs undulating as she churned Kyle’s cock deep inside her.

Jan continued kneading the twin spheres of Kyle’s testicles, but her eyes kept glancing up at Rianna’s vivid orange breasts as they jiggled a hand’s breadth from her face. Rianna caught her eye again and gave her a mischievous grin before the pleasure forced a feral scream from her lungs.

“Oh, Kyle! Aaah! I’m coming!” Rianna cried. She reached down and grasped Jan’s wrist in her hand. Jan instinctively squeezed down harder on Kyle’s sac.

“Yes, Rianna! I’m….oh….AAAAAARGHHH!!!” Kyle roared as he came. Jan felt his testicles leap in her hand as his seed rushed up through his long, thick cock and up into Rianna’s convulsing vessel.

Jan watched Rianna’s eyes roll back in her head, knowing that the Twi’lek was feeling Kyle’s hot seed shooting deep inside her. Jan listened to their screams of orgasm, feeling a disconcerting warmth between her own legs. Finally, as the last spasms subsided, Jan released Kyle’s sac and hurried from the room before he could sit up.

A few minutes later Kyle stepped outside to join her, fastening his belt and looking sheepish.

“I really am sorry, Jan.” Kyle said quietly. “She needed to let off a lot of steam.”

“I suppose some wild sex is preferable to her blasting the first person that looked at her wrong.” Jan shrugged as she started off down the corridor with Kyle beside her.

“You aren’t angry?” Kyle asked, blinking with surprise.

“A little irritated that I had to come down here and make an excuse for you, but no, I’m not angry.” Jan shook her head. “You don’t think I’m jealous, do you?”

“Oh no, of course not.” Kyle chuckled for a moment but then frowned. “Wait… You weren’t, were you?”

“Jealous?” Jan gave him a sideways glance. “Please.”

“Right.” Kyle nodded, but a smile still played at the corners of his lips.

“We’re friends, Kyle.” Jan said. “Just be glad I covered for you.”

“I’m glad you gave me a hand.” Kyle said.

“What!?” Jan stopped and turned, her mind reeling. How did he know? Did he see her? Did he just know it was her by the touch of her hand?

“I said I’m glad you gave me a hand.” Kyle repeated, frowning. “I don’t think Mothma would be real thrilled about me and Rianna getting frisky on her command ship. Thanks for coming down here yourself.”

“Oh…right.” Jan nodded and resumed walking. She hoped her blush wasn’t too obvious. “Any time.”