Tempting Twi'lek

Author’s note: I received a few subtle hints from a few reviews that more sex was wanted for this story. Hehehe. It was tempting to do a PWP chapter, but I decided against it in favour of a battle chapter. So instead of sex we have…droid smashing! Lots of droid smashing! Not exactly a good substitute, but for the story to work I needed it…

Anyway, thanks for very much for all the reviews and encouragment!

Obi-Wan kept two paces behind Plo Koon as they approached the Banking Clan Headquarters on Lumigrounds. They had landed easily enough, as although Republic cruisers were a rare sight on the Mid Rim world that was owned entirely by the Banking Clan, no orbital scans had sighted the Radiant XI. The Banking Clan were, in short, little prepared for any investigation.

After several hours of sleep, they had entered Lumigrounds’ atmosphere and were awoken by Plo Koon, who had not slept at all, just meditated. Having landed twenty miles from the Capital City in a desolate canyon, they arrived minutes later thanks to their Jedi speeders.

The Jedi split up, Plo Koon with Obi-Wan, Aayla with Reaz Thrush, and Whison Puroth with Salus Cross. They approached the huge fortress-like Banking Clan headquarters from different angles, Obi-Wan and Plo Koon by the main entrance, Aayla and Reaz down a left side alley to find an entrance and Whison and Salus down a right side.

Obi-Wan looked up. The steel building was gigantic, too big to be an office building, with multiple towers rising from it and weapons placed at various points. It was at a stark contrast to the stone, arched buildings of the rest of the city.

As Obi-Wan and the Jedi Master approached the massive durasteel doors, three figures ran down towards them. They were droids, spindly and tall, with dexterous arms and fingers, as well as oblong heads on a metal branch for a neck. Each carried a blaster rifle.

“Battle droids”, Obi-Wan hissed between clenched teeth, and let his hand droop to his side where his lightsaber hung from his belt.

“Yes. Two security class and an officer. We’ll need more proof before we report to the Senate that they are massing forces”.

The three droids halted ten paces from the Jedi. The officer held up on skeletal hand.

“Halt. What is your business?”

“We are here to speak to San Hill, the Chairman of the Banking Clan”, Plo Koon boomed.

One of the security droids produced a commlink and talked quietly into it. Obi-Wan and Plo Koon waited.

***

Aayla and the Itktochi Reaz Thrush crept under the shadow of the building, keeping an eye out for an entrance. The alley was cramped and it stank of oil and industrial fumes. Far below, from below the surface, the two Jedi could hear metal clanging and crashing. Reaz pointed to a small locked door, apparently used for imports and exports.

“There. That might do”, she whispered.

Aayla barely managed a nod. She was too busy thinking about Obi-Wan.

What had she been thinking last night? What drove her to attempt to pleasure Obi-Wan in such a way? There was no doubt she found him attractive. And she hoped he still found her attractive. But to perform a sexual act on a fellow Jedi was severely frowned upon in the Order. It led to attachment, which clouded the mind. Already Aayla could feel herself losing focus on the mission as Kenobi occupied her mind almost totally.

She sighed. Reaz looked at her questioningly, and the Twi’lek could only shrug her slim shoulders and look away. The other Jedi turned back to the door and ignited her lightsaber in a sudden flare of green light. She began cutting around the frame of the locked door. Aayla reached for her own saber and activated, the blue blade boiling out to its full length. She needed to focus on the mission.

***

Obi-Wan sighed and tapped his foot impatiently. Plo Koon folded his arms across his broad chest. The battle droid had talked into the commlink for a few seconds, then waited for five minutes for an answer, then consulted in private with the officer droid, who spoke into the commlink again, waited for another fifteen minutes for an answer, held another hurried conference and spoke into the commlink again.

The young Jedi rolled his eyes in despair and looked upwards. The sky was a rich blue. The same colour as Aayla’s…no. He shook his head to clear his mind. He needed to concentrate on the moment, as his old mentor had so often said.

Eventually, the officer droid turned to the Jedi and squawked, “Come with us”.

The two warriors of the Force followed the robots up a flight of stairs to the entrance, and down many long and poorly-lit corridors. They were led up a lengthy flight of spiral stairs, perhaps ten floors. Along the way, they spotted several battle droids. Enough to make Obi-Wan raise his eyebrows, but not enough to accuse them of breaching Republic law on private armies.

Eventually, they reached the door to a large room. The droids halted and the commanded told them to enter and await San Hill. Plo Koon nodded and watched the three droids walk off briskly.

Obi-Wan sensed something, a slight tremor in the Force, “It’s a trap”.

The Kel Dor nodded, “I know. This mission just got a little more interesting, wouldn’t you say?” Obi-Wan could hear the amusement in his deep, rolling voice.

Without a further word, Plo Koon stepped forward and the doors slid open. He and Obi-Wan entered the room filled, as they predicted, with battle droids.

***

Reaz pushed down the sliced door and entered the complex, Aayla beside her. Their sabers illuminated the small, dark room. There was nobody in there.

“Nothing here”, Reaz announced and the two Jedi deactivated their lightsabers.

At that moment, a door opened and a Muun stepped in, a tall, lanky humanoid creature with pale skin, of the same species as San Hill, who they sought to confront.

He looked up at them and gasped in fright, and dropped to his knees and started pleading with them for his life.

Aayla arched an eyebrow and made a small movement with her slight fingers, “Everything is alright. You are in no danger. We are free to look around”.

The Muun blinked, “Everything is alright. I am in no danger. You are free to look around”.

With her voice level, the Twi’lek continued, “It is best you remain here and stay safe. You will tell no one of our arrival. Do you know where San Hill is?”

He nodded slowly, as if a great puzzle had just been answered for him, “It is best I remain here and stay safe. I will tell no one of your arrival. I believe San Hill is in his office on the top level. An elevator at the end of this corridor will take you there”.

She nodded, “Thank you”, the two Jedi moved past him and out of the door he had entered, Aayla stopping to say, “You are too pale. You need to get outdoors more often”.

They walked on as they left the Muun reciting her words like a child taking an examination. After a dingy and bare corridor, they arrived at the elevator. Reaz typed in the request for the elevator to come to their level and they waited.

Aayla looked at the controls, “There are sixty three levels below us. They cannot all just be office blocks. They should be investigated”.

Reaz nodded, “Yes, but not now. We may be able to get all the answers we need off San Hill”.

The elevator arrived and the two stepped inside.

***

Two mighty Force blasts sent battle droids hurtling to the floor and into walls. Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi ignited their lightsabers and began cutting their way through the droids still standing. Obi-Wan twirled his sword smoothly and energetically, while Plo Koon favoured more powerful, mighty moves that swept away several robots with each strike.

At such close quarters, the droids had no chance. Most didn’t even have time to fire their blasters, and those that did soon found the laser bolts flying back at them.

When the screech of metal and wires being severed ended and sparks ceased flying, thirty droids lay dismantled on the floor.

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Quite a welcome committee”.

Plo Koon nodded, “Offhand, I’d say San Hill is not in the mood for a visit. Still, the Republic is no mood for more droid armies. Let’s move”.

As the two Jedi left the room at a dead run, heading for an elevator up ahead, they heard a skittering noise behind them. Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder and saw dozens of battle droids running after them. They began firing their blasters.

“We’ve got company”, he announced to Plo Koon as blaster bolts shot past them, sparking against the elevator door ahead of them.

The Kel Dor Jedi Master twitched his fingers, making a slight movement of the Force. He had signalled for the elevator to stop at their level. The two Jedi halted before the door and turned to deflect the laser blasts fired by the trooper droids.

After a few seconds, they heard the door behind them open, Obi-Wan grinned and said, “That was lucky”.

They backed into the elevator, still facing the robots. The door shut before them as they entered the small, cramped space, and the two Jedi switched off their lightsabers. Obi-Wan felt himself back into something. He turned.

Standing in front of him was Aayla, who had an amused smile on her smooth face. She was pressed up against him tightly.

“Nice of you two to drop by”, Reaz laughed.

“You found a back entrance?” Plo Koon asked.

“Yes, we can escape out there if the front entrance will be inaccessible”.

“Trust me, it will be”, the Jedi Council member shook his head, irritated with the circumstances of their arrival, “Have you heard from Whison Puroth and his Padawan?”

“Nothing”, Reaz answered, “I hope they’re alright. But it’s too dangerous to contact them on commlink. If they’re using stealth, we could blow their cover”.

Obi-Wan was feeling hot and sweaty in the cramped elevator as it shot up level after level. Aayla was pressed up to him extremely closely, her breasts in contact with his chest. Kenobi blushed and tried to look elsewhere as Aayla grinned up at him.

“Why is this thing so small?” he muttered.

“The Muuns are a thin species. They have no need of a great deal of space”, Plo Koon pointed out, “Any heavy cargo is probably transported in a larger elevator”.

“I wish we had taken that one”, Obi-Wan commented as he felt one of Aayla’s legs rub against his.

Aayla’s brow creased slightly as she frowned and she stopped moving up against him.

“Probably not a good idea”, Plo Koon said casually, “I imagine battle droids use that one”.

After what seemed like an age, the door opened and they stepped out into the 100th level, the topmost one. This level was more ornate, carpeted and the walls decorated with Muun art. The Jedi stepped out, much to Obi-Wan’s relief.

The corridors were empty as they crept along silently. From a room ahead of them, they could hear distant voices. They moved closer. As they reached the door, they ignited their lightsabers and cut through the thick door, moving their sabers around the frame to meet each other’s blades. From inside, they could hear yells of panic and feet dashing back and forth. The door fell inwards, and the Jedi stepped in.

Several Muuns were dashing back and forth, gibbering wildly and waving their scrawny arms in the air. One Obi-Wan recognized as San Hill.

“What happened? Why are they still alive? And why are there four of them?!” he was yelping to no one in particular.

At that moment, a painful, ear-splittingly screeching siren was activated.

“The battle droids have set off the alarm”, Plo Koon said calmly.

“What do we do?” Reaz looked about nervously.

“Normally, I would suggest locking ourselves in with the Muuns and negotiating, leaving the droids outside. However, that may not be appropriate”, he glanced at the cut up door briefly.

Obi-Wan had to admire Plo Koon’s level headedness. He seemed entirely calm.

Suddenly, there was a whirring noise, like the sound of heavy metal wheels rolling along at high speed. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened.

“Droidekas”, he moaned, “Why did it have to be droidekas?”

Aayla and Reaz looked at him, “Droidewhat?”

Plo Koon led the way out of the room, leaving the cowering Muuns behind, “Destroyer droids”.

Down the corridor ten gleaming bronze wheels moved at high speed. They stopped thirty paces from the Jedi and unfurled, small armoured heads pointing wickedly at them, attached to a curving shell. Crooked arms unfurled, and heavy twin laser cannons clicked into pace. The droids skittered forward on three hooked legs attached to a spherical abdomen.

“We can take them!” Reaz yelled and twirled her saber.

A bubble of energy encircled the droids and they fired, arms jerking back and forth as they released twin streams of energy at high speed. The Jedi Knights deflected a shots, but the shields protected the droidekas.

“We can’t deal with them!” Obi-Wan yelled, “Let’s move!”

The Jedi turned and fled back down the corridor from where they had come. The droidekas stopped firing, curled up and rolled after them. Suddenly, Obi-Wan screeched to a halt.

“Wait! We’re just heading back to the elevator! Hold here”.

He pointed his lightsaber to the floor and cut a circular hole in it, leading the floor below.

“Everyone go. Go!”

Reaz and Aayla leapt down, followed by Plo Koon. As the broad Jedi Master slipped through, Obi-Wan heard the familiar clicking of droideka guns. He turned just to see them aiming their weapons at him.

He jumped through as they fired, one shot missing his skull by millimetres. He landed in a crouch on the lower level and leapt to one side with the other Jedi so the destroyer droids couldn’t fire down at them.

“Let’s keep moving. And try to find the other two Jedi while we’re at it”, Plo Koon growled, “They can’t be far. Let’s…”

He was cut short by a violent explosion that hurled the Jedi in all directions across the dark room they were in. Before blackness consumed him, Obi-Wan was dimly aware of the surprising sensation of himself tumbling over backwards weightlessly.