Tempting Twi'lek

Author’s note: Thanks to everybody who read and has kept up so far. Apologies for the lack of update, my internet crashed for a few days.

As Grievous’ ship exited hyperspace, the cyborg glared out of the cockpit down at the planet Itorus below. Mostly barren, ice-cold rock, with a few small oceans. The only part of the planet capable of supporting life was a small continent that was heated by volcanic and geological activity below the surface of the crust.

It was there that Baktoid Armour Workshop was located these days, after fleeing Eos during the Battle of Naboo. Here on Itorus the chances of the Republic finding them on this remote, Outer Rim, inhospitable world was slim. They could continue their work without fear of interference here.

Grievous coughed and turned to his two droid bodyguards, “You two stay five paces behind at all time. Close enough for emergency protection, but not close enough to crowd me. We want the Jedi to be close to me”.

The bodyguards saluted and chorused, “Yes sir”. Grievous turned his attention to the pilot droids and started giving them orders to land in the Baktoid Armour Workshop hangar bay. He reached for the hologram projector and activated it. A few seconds later, a grim Weequay appeared.

“Ah, General Grievous. Greeting and welcome to Itorus”.

“Thank you, Chairman Docinger. I will arrive in moments. I have a request to make. I am being pursued by several Jedi Knights. Upon my arrival, fill the hangar with droids. Seventy should do the trick”.

The Weequay looked alarmed, “We cannot allow the Republic to know of our position, General”.

“Never fear, they shan’t escape alive”.

With that he switched off the hologram and allowed himself a satisfied grunt. Everything was going according to plan.

***


Obi-Wan entered the cockpit of the Republic cruiser and sat down next to Plo Koon. The Kel Dor looked at him, then continued fiddling with the controls.

“What are you doing, Master?” Obi-Wan asked after a while.

“I’m slowing the hyperspace travel. If we arrive too early we’ll show up just behind Grievous’ vessel. And whatever’s on that planet may just blast us out of the sky”.

“I see”, Obi-Wan nodded slowly.

There was a long silence. Plo Koon turned his attention to the rips in his tunic and the blood smeared over him. His own blood. Privately, Plo Koon was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a respite in the mission. However, as long as the trail ahead led on into darkness he would follow.

Obi-Wan started to say something. He wasn’t sure what. He didn’t know if he was going to thank Plo Koon for looking out for him, or to apologize for being an inconvenience, or just ask for advice. But he never started what he was going to say, it stuck in his throat for some reason.

Plo Koon looked at him, “I sense your discomfort, Master Kenobi. Do not worry. Soon we will have rescued Aayla Secura and our mission will be complete”.

The younger Jedi nodded, “Thank you Master Koon. I hope you are right”.

***


Aayla stepped onto the bridge. This time, the guards didn’t even look at her. Grievous, on the other hand, did.

“Ah, yes! I’m glad to see you heeded my advice, Aayla”.

The Jedi tried hard not to blush. She had found the outfit Grievous wanted her to wear and put it on. It had been what she had expected, much to her disgust. A body-hugging dancing girl black bikini, with knee-high leather boots. The top was far too small and her breasts kept threatening to escape out of it. It severely restricted her movement and she felt ridiculous. Grievous leered at her.

“I’d by lying if I said, ‘thank you’, General”, she glared at him cockily.

He stood upright, “You should thank me for not ending your pathetic life back on Lumigrounds. But no, Jedi are too proud for that. Soon, however, you will break. You will realize the only way for you to survive is to obey me”.

She tried to recoil from his touch but it was useless. He was far too fast and strong. His steel hand seized her arm and pulled her close. She tried to pry his bony fingers off but to no avail.

His voice took on a lustful tone as he stepped closer and leaned down to face her, “My Jedi slave”.

She stared up at his eyes powerlessly, and for a long moment they glared at one another. Then he released her and rumbled, “We will be arriving shortly. Prepare yourself”.

***


A few minutes later, Grievous’ shuttle touched down in the Baktoid Armour Workshop Headquarters hangar. The two MagnaGuards stepped out, followed by Grievous himself and then last of all, Aayla.

Seventy battle droids saluted as they passed, then resumed their wait for the Jedi as the visitors left the hangar and passed down well-lit, bare corridors. In a matter of moments, they had reached a large door.

The cyborg turned and whispered in a cruel voice to Aayla, “Remember, dear, your role here. You are to stick close to me. You stay with me and you’ll come into a minimal amount of contact with the good people of Baktoid. Trust me, they will want to touch you. If they do, let them. I won’t have you upsetting my deal for today”.

Grievous lead the way in, seizing Aayla as she nodded briefly. Before them was a large table, seated at which were numerous beings. There were Rodians, humans, Trandoshans, Weequays, Grans and twi’leks. They seemed pleased to see Grievous, as if he was a familiar and welcome face. They seemed even more pleased to see Aayla. They stared at her hungrily.

Grievous stalked over to an empty seat that faced all of the Baktoid officials, obviously prepared for him. He swept his cloak over him and sat down, inclining his head in a half-hearted bow.

The Weequay known as Docinger was directly opposite him. He stood up and spoke.

“Greetings, General Grievous. I’m sure I speak for all of Baktoid Armour Workshops when I say it is a pleasure to see you”.

“Doubtless”, Grievous snorted in amusement, “The large purchases I have made on behalf of those who I represent most likely have something to do with that”.

Docinger grinned, “I won’t attempt to deny that. Tell me…” he looked past Grievous’ shoulder at Aayla, who had managed to slip behind the MagnaGuards in an attempt to stay out of view, “Who is your female companion?”

Grievous turned in his chair and fixed Aayla with a warning glance, and then gestured and one of the MagnaGuards encouraged her to move closer to him with a hidden jab of his staff. Grudgingly, she stepped forward to stand just behind Aayla’s chair.

“This is Aayla Secura”, the General rasped, “My escort. A Jedi Knight”.

There were murmurs of surprise and amusement from around the table. Apparently, they seemed to find the idea of a Jedi reduced to a scantily clad slave humorous. Aayla let her hand drop to her waist, her fingers urging for the grip of the lightsaber that usually hung there.

“And now to business”, Docinger declared, “You will be pleased to hear that the Collicoid manufactures have given us a licence to manufacture a limited amount of their droidekas. In a package deal with standard battle droids, we should be able to offer you them at low rates”.

“Good, good”, Grievous declared, “And the schematics for the tanks that you sent us? Any news on those?”

As Aayla stood there listening to the businessmen and the General negotiate, make deals and discuss plans, she was aware that one of Grievous’ hands had slipped down from the bottom of his cloak. His strong robotic fingers began running lightly up and down her bare legs, sending a wave of repulsion through her.

***


The Republic transport landed in the hangar without hindrance. From the cockpit window, the Jedi surveyed the large docking bay. There was no sign of any movement, but they could sense danger radiating around them.

Plo Koon reached into a compartment and pulled out a small device he held tightly in his large fist. He stood and headed for the ship exit, instructing the other Jedi to wait there until it was safe. Obi-Wan and the other Jedi turned to look at each other questioningly.

The ramp swung down and Koon stepped out. He looked around and waited. Soon, he was aware of battle droids stepping out of the shadows from every angle. They had their guns levelled at him and were creeping cautiously closer.

“I surrender”, the Jedi Master boomed.

A droid with yellow markings, a commander, approached, “I am sorry sir, our orders are to eliminate the Jedi. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may cause”.

In an instant, Plo Koon had leapt into the air and hurled the thermal detonator he held at the massed ranks below him. There was flash of brilliant flaming energy, but by the time the Jedi had landed the explosion had ceased and he reached for his saber. Igniting it, he swung around and faced the last few battle droids who had not been incinerated. They presented no hindrance, as they were stunned or were missing limbs and lay sparking on the floor.

From the cockpit, Obi-Wan smiled in amusement. Plo Koon’s move had lacked subtlety, had been very un-Jedi like, but had produced the results needed. Very much like Qui-Gon’s old methods.

Plo Koon gestured, “Come, Jedi”. They lit their sabers and rushed after him, heading out of the Radiant XI and the hangar.

***


“These new droids you have planned may be possible to mass produce, Grievous”, Docinger was saying. “More expensive than the standard B-1 battle droids, but possible”.

“I assure you gentlemen, that the B-2 battle droid, or “super” battle droid, will become a core unit of droid armies throughout the galaxy. The Techno Union will sponsor the experimental models”, the General insisted.

Why am I doing this? Grievous thought angrily, Negotiating with businessmen is Count Dooku’s job, not mine.

Aayla pretended to show little interest in the conversation, but in reality she was absorbing all of the information she could. Unfortunately, she could only catch snippets of what seemed like a bigger story. All she knew was that droid armies seemed to be massing, and that these new super battle droids were being considered for production. As she looked at the hologram projector on the table, she saw the schematic for the droid. It was a large, bulky robot made up of thick, metallic blue plates. Its threatening head was tucked into its chest, and lethal blasters were mounted on its right wrist.

She shivered as Grievous’ fingers made their presence known again, travelling up her leg to her waist with firm strokes. They squeezed with pressure, the General clearly enjoying the sensation of her soft skin in his grasp. She tried to resist crying out in shock and revulsion as he began to explore her inner thighs. She glanced about in desperation, looking for an excuse to back away out of his reach.

There was a crash that startled all in the room. The doors flung off their frame and clattered to the floor. The people of Baktoid climbed to their feet and began yelling out in panic, while Grievous released Aayla and stood. His guards stepped between him and the ruined door. Standing there, with lightsabers humming with brilliant energy, were the Jedi.