Mandalorian Delights

Title: Mandalorian Delights-Sith Entanglements
Author: Mistress Elana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A dancer at Jabba’s palace finds some fun and then some.
Disclaimer: I own nothing regarding the Star Wars universe. If I did, I’d have the naked Mandalorian of my choice with me and would have no time to write this story.


Elana sat silent in the back of the shuttle. Lost in her thoughts and absently mindedly staring out the view port at the stars streaming past. Vader knew it would be several hours before they made it to their destination and thought it best to leave her to her musings. He was quite satisfied that the Mandalorian was now out of the picture and his plan could now progress. There was a new woman he wished to add to his harem and she had gladly accepted his invitation.

The locale where he had to retrieve her was curious. He was not entirely sure what he would encounter nor was he sure that he would be willing to walk into this area, but Rose had not disappointed him yet. She assured him in the last communication that it would be perfectly acceptable for him to make an appearance at the convention. He leaned back into his chair and allowed his eyes to drift shut.

The clean up crew arrived at Elana’s quarters to “take out the trash” but upon their arrival, they found only the scorched wall. They set about cleaning up the mess and erasing the blaster marks. Outside the ship, a small vessel powered up its engines and laid in a course to pursue Vader.

Once the coordinates were entered and the vessel made the jump to hyperspace, Loki limped to the back of his ship and lay down the small med bed at the rear of the ship. He was not dead, but not far from it either. Tossing his gauntlets down, he unlatched the chest armor and slowly wiggled out from under it. The pain was more than excruciating it was damned near blinding. He cursed under his breath before allowing the bed to begin its scan. It toned out in Mandalorian, “Shuk’la haalas taakur, rayshe’a,” (Broken chest bones, five)

The scanner droned on, listing all of his injuries, but Loki just laid there waiting for it to finish. The control panels beeped and blinked and soon a syringe appeared. Loki grabbed it and stabbed it deep into his arm, heaving a sigh of relief as the medicine went to work healing him. Within minutes, he was standing up and flexing his arms. He kept replaying the fight with the Sith Lord over in his mind and it did nothing if not fuel his rage and solidify his resolve. He would get even and take his prize.


Vader’s ship slowly descended and he landed it in a large tree lined field. The door whooshed open and holding out his hand to Elana, they walked down the landing plank. Elana looked around in wonder at the lush planet. The single sun was just starting to set and painted the sky in warm colors of purple and orange. She saw a large complex close to the field and looked up at Vader. “Is that where this convention is located?”

Slowing his steps so she could keep up, he nodded his head. “Yes. It should be quite interesting.”

Walking in to the building, they were greeted by several strangely dressed Terrans but none of this phased Vader. It was not like he hadn’t seen a humanoid with horns on its head before. Elana kept her eyes open and noticed a few armor clad beings. She tugged on Vader’s arm and pointed to a group of stormtroopers. Vader stiffened and clenched his fists, a blinding anger flashing through his mind that some of his troopers had followed him. Then a remark Rose said echoed through his mind, “There will be a lot of people dressed in familiar clothes and armor, pay them no attention.”

Clasping his hand around Elana’s shoulder, he led her in the opposite direction. As he turned, a small dark haired woman ran right into him. Her eyes sparkled when she looked up into his ebony mask. “My Lord.” The woman purred and bowed respectfully. Tilting his mask down, he took a moment to scan the woman’s attire and firm physique.

“You will help us little one.” He rumbled and pointed at her.

Kim had never seen such a wonderful costume in her life. And the voice, oh my gawd, the voice was right on the money. It made her want to do things to this man. She chuckled slightly and reached out to place a kiss on his hand. “I will my Lord. Anything.”

“Good. Take us to suite 616.” Vader took his hand from her and tucked his thumb into his belt, his other hand still firmly on Elana’s shoulder. For some reason the Sith Lord decided to let his grip loosen and he paused to look down upon her. In Elana’s mind, she heard his voice loud as thunder. *You must be hungry little one. I will meet you back here in two standard hours.*

Elana nodded and watched him walk away with Kim. She felt like a caged animal that had just figured out how to unlock the door. Gazing around wearily, she spotted a couple of stromtroopers walking over to her. Her heart instantly froze at the sight. Instead of pointing their blasters at her, they pulled off their helmets and smiled. This took her by surprise and she stood there, stunned.

“Hey there pretty lady. Who was the awesome Vader?” The tallest trooper asked.

For just a moment, Elana thought she was dreaming. These troopers were not like those back on Tatoonie. Fiddling with her skirt, she smiled sweetly and went into full flirt mode. “He is Vader.”

They chuckled at her and shook their heads. A shorter trooper stood next to her and smiled. “So, you wanna come to our party tonight?”

“Sure. I love parties.”

“Good. We are going to go change into our Mandos for pictures.” He paused and looked at her. “You do know what a Mando is right?”

Elana laughed loudly. “Yes. I have seen a few in my time.” She closed her eyes for a moment and saw a naked Mandalorian in her memories. Quickly shaking the image from her mind, she watched them walk away to change.

One of the ladies that were with the troopers came over to Elana. “You want something to eat? There’s food in the con suite.”

A small vessel landed close to Vader’s ship. Loki stretched and popped his shoulders as he surveyed the territory. He had never been to Terra but it seemed like a bustling planet. Checking the charge on his rifle, he slung it on his back and lowered the landing ramp. His fists balled up when he passed by the other ship. Muttering under his breath a series of Hutt curses, he tapped his helmet and the targeting computer zoomed to life. He wanted to be ready this time.

Kim excitedly rambled on and on as she took Vader down the hallways of the hotel. He had forgotten how much some Terran women talk but this one use quite pleasing and seemed eager to serve him, two qualities that he appreciated. Pausing at the large door, Kim bowed respectfully before grabbing his hands and throwing them around her waist.

“You can come to my room anytime, number 219.” She kissed his leather body armor above the chest panel and winked at him.

“Very well little one.” Reaching out, he took hold of her chin and tipped her face toward him. Quite pleasing. He may add more than one to his harem on this trip. Turning from her, he waved his hand and the door flew open. Kim’s eyes went wide and then she saw Rose standing in the middle of the room. With a sigh, she walked away.

“My Lord,” Rose purred and bowed to him. Striding inside, the door quickly closed behind him.

Elana ate a strange concoction called a sub and drank more than one beer. She was feeling more at ease now and thanked the lady that had brought her to this feast. Her friend looked at her watch and stood up. “The boys should be up there by now. Wanna come?”

“That would be lovely. It has been a little while since I have seen a Mandalorian.” She followed her hostess down the hallway.

Walking up to the main lobby door, Loki was surprised to see so many of his brothers in attendance. It only took one sweep of his visor to tell him that the weapons they held were not functioning. Not only that, but the armor they wore was not durasteel but some flimsy covering that would never stand up in a true fight. The tallest Mando, walked over and smacked him on the shoulder. Loki stiffened at the touch.

“You must be from the other garrison. Come on, you can be in the picture.”

Figuring that this would be an apt excuse to find out what was going on around here, he joined them. Pulling his rifle to him, he took his place on the staircase and watched as the cameras flash all around.

Elana stopped at the edge of the stairs and looked up at the dozen or so Mandalorians. She could tell they, much like the fake troopers she met earlier, were not true hunters. As she scanned the group, her heart skipped a beat when her gaze landed on the gold trimmed helmet of one of them.

Loki saw her standing in the lobby, her mouth agape and her eyes wide. He could not help but snicker. Tilting his head toward her, he saw a smile appear on her lips. For just a fleeting moment, he allowed himself the luxury of staring at her. The long slits of her skirt showed all of her legs and the little bodice that adorned the top pushed her breasts up quite pleasingly. With a sigh, he took his eyes from her and looked around, scanning for the Sith Lord that he knew to be there.

The group began to break up and Loki walked up the stairs still scanning the area. Elana slowly ascended the stairs and with trembling hands, reached out to touch his shoulder. Loki spun around and grabbed her hands. She looked into the scarred black and gold helmet and her eyes began to mist over. In a voice, barely above a whisper, she traced her fingertips around the “t”. “I thought you were dead.”

“Are you sure I am the one you think I am?”

Her fingers trailed lower and brushed around his chest armor. She felt him stiffen and move closer to her. “Oh, I know you.”

He wanted to pull her close to him and take her away, but he knew there was one other thing he had to do beforehand. “Where is he?”

Elana stepped back and huffed. “With his newest harem member I guess. He told me he would meet me back here.”

“How long before he returns?”

Her smile turned into a leer. “Long enough.” She held out her hand. “Come with me.”

“Not now. He’s early.”

Grabbing her by the arm, Loki slinked into the shadows and dragged Elana along. He pressed a gloved finger to her lips and nodded across the lobby. The large unmistakable ebony figure of the Sith Lord seemingly floated down the hallway. Checking his rifle, he took aim.