Jedi Princess

STAR WARS - ROTJ Infinities: Jedi Princess

By The Great Shaggy





Chapter Nine: Reverent Rejuvenation



What a piece of junk, Leia thought as she laid on her back underneath the control panel in the cramped cockpit of the Lady’s Lust. A few weeks had passed since they'd decided to keep the Hutt's cargo and split the proceeds amongst themselves. She didn't get as much, that is if you want to call nearly three million credits not much, but it was enough for her to buy her own ship and modify it. Not that she wanted to leave the Cilpher Eagle but Talia and Groznik wanted to lay low for a while and, although she did enjoy their companion and were good friends, she didn't want to stay in one place for too long. Unable to change her mind, the smuggling duo dropped her off on Terminus, a heavily trafficked shipping center at the edge of the Western Reaches of the galaxy before Wild Space, and the farthest planet removed from the struggles between the warring Imperial factions and the Hutts as one could possible get. Deciding on getting a similar craft that the Eagle was, she landed a fairly good deal within a mere few hours of arriving on Terminus and figured she would be space born within a day.



That was her hope when she arrived at the spaceport early in the morning to take possession of the YT-1300 transport from the ship dealer, who was almost giddy excitement about the transaction than she was, perhaps a bit too excited Leia came to realize later as she did what any new buyer would do; check out their investment. She thought that she'd gotten a good deal for the used ship, but upon further inspection she started to get the feeling that she’d been robbed. The main ion engine banks were only operating at fifty percent capacity and the main sub-systems had been amateurishly rerouted and spliced together. Not to mention whoever had repair many of the various systems didn’t know a hyrdrospanner from a socket wrench. Thus began the weekly pains as she painstakingly sunk more and more of her small fortune into the ship.



First thing she did was purchase a brand new Corellian Engineering Mark IV Class Three sublight engine drive bank and a highly illegal Kaut Drive System Class Two KDY-A67 hyperdrive unit. Of course she also had to change out the fusion and quantum field generators as well as inertial and alluvial dampers to accommodate for the new speeds. Then she moved on boosting the ship's protective rating by following the Eagle's example and added dual quad laser cannon turrets and a Class One deflector shield generator system that had been salvaged off of an Imperial Lancor-class frigate. She thought she was doing great until she started running into a slew of problems with compatibility with the new systems and the ship's onboard computer.



Sighing, she pushed herself from underneath the panel and wiped her hands on a grease rag. With all the repairs the ship needed and in the time that she'd wanted them done in was nearly an impossible feat for one person. She still had a two thirds of the credits left over, but she couldn’t see the worth in buying a droid. Now after viewing all the compatibility issues and her lack of knowledge in that field she was starting to have second thoughts.



Scanning a diagnosis panel, she let out a long sigh as she tossed the pad to the deck and smeared her greasy hands over her equally grimy face. Was it truly worth an additional expanse on her part to get a droid to help her. She had tried to find a technician to help her, but for the price that they wanted was close to flat-out robbery so she decided to try and troubleshoot the problems herself, which in turned just added more to the problem.



“Well it doesn’t hurt to look,” she muttered to herself.



After making sure the ship was locked up tightly, she ventured deeper into the city and found a used droid lot. The owner, a sickly-greenish colored Rodian greeted her with open invitations. Business probably has been slow, she thought as she glanced at the various droids scattered throughout the shop. “I’m looking for a repair droid. Nothing too fancy, just something to help out in repairs to a Corellian YT-1300 transport.”



“Corellian, you say? Hmm, an astromech droid would do nicely for that sort of ship and repairs,” he replied. “In fact I have two still available; an R2 and an R5 unit.”



Anya glanced at the two different units and snorted at the price. “For the price your asking for these beat up things, I’m surprise your still in business.”



“Your words wound my pride deeply. These droids are special for they once serviced the Royal Nabooioan starships.” He pointed to the blue body, white domed R2 unit. “That droid was even on the Royal Starship during the time of Queen Amidala herself.”



Leia snorted as she shook her head. She didn't need a history lesson, what she needed was a droid. "Yeah and I'm the Princess of Alderaan."



But the Roadian insisted. "It's true, human. I've got a cousin who works for Industrial Automaton who looked up the serial number in their databank to confirm it."



"More like spliced into it, you mean," muttered Leia. “Where did you come by it?" But before the dealer could answer, Leia waved her hands and said, "You know what, forget that I asked. I don’t care if it served beverages aboard a Hutt sail barge, all I care about is will it do its job and the price. Currently your asking price is too much for my own taste.”



The Rodain sighed. “Okay, I can do half off, but no more.”



“Sold.”



After exchanging the money and allowing the owner to add a restraining bolt to the droid did she finally activate the astromech droid. The trash-can shaped droid's illumination lights came on and it's head swiveled around a few times before it fix its lone photoreceptor on her and then suddenly went crazy as it emitted a series of beeps and whistles that she see couldn't just ignore. "What the hell did you sell me? It better not be defective," she stated.



"Sorry but all sales are final," replied the Rodian. "Good day to you, human."



For a moment Leia was extremely attempted to blast the weaseling dealer in the back but decided against it. No point in getting in trouble with the local authorities just because she might've been rip-off on a droid. Staring at the droid, she shook her head as she waved to the machine. It followed her dutifully but kept squawking or running into the back of her legs. Finally, after the fifth time she had enough and spun around to face the astromech.



"What is your problem?" she asked and the droid went off again, this time even rocking on its support legs. "Look I don't know what you're trying to tell me but I just bought you so I don't know you minus the last ten minutes. Now shut up, stop bumping into me, and let's go back to the ship or we're going to have problems. Okay?"



To her surprise the droid let out a sad whistle that sounded like a moan or a sigh, but Leia didn't bother to pay it too much attention. When they arrived back at the ship, she showed the droid what needed to be done before returning to her own work in the cockpit. Plunging into her work, she allowed her thoughts to drift as she worked thinking of her life before being freed from enslavement. Some memories had return within the past years but still nothing about her previous life before being a slave. There were days she wondered if she would ever be able to regain those memories. Maybe once she got her ship space worthy she would seek out a doctor that specialized in some medical field that would allow her to retrieve them from her subconscious thoughts. But would that explain the strange voice that kept calling to her? She hadn't heard form it since listening to it instead of attempting to block it out during the last ditch escape attempt from the Imperial Star Destroyers.



A few hours later, with only the illumination of a few glowrods, she finally stood up and stretched her aching back. “Well let's see if it wants to work,” she muttered.



Leaning over the control panel, she flicked the start-up switches and was rewarded when the ship’s interior lights came to life. Smiling, she continue with the sequence all the way to powering up the engines. Everything was looking good with most system operating above seventy-five percent capacity.



“Looking good,” she said to herself as she shut the systems back down, but left the interior lighting on. “Time to check on my new work companion.”



She found the astromech in the back of the ship, repairing some wiring that lead to the hyperdrive system. The droid beep a greeting to her and then continued on what it was doing.



“Hard worker, aren’t yea?”



But the droid ignored her comment and continued on with its task. She decided to check on a few things while she was back there and fixed a few subsystems that the droid couldn’t reach. After about a few more hours, she wiped the sweat from her eyes as she let out a yawn. Glancing down at her chronometer, she was surprised to see it was a little past planetary midnight.



“You done, yet?” The droid let out an affirmative beep as it extracted its circuit probe back into its cylindrical torso. “Come on then. Enough work for today.”



Moving to the main crew area, Leia made sure the boarding ramp was sealed and locked before she threw herself limply down onto the acceleration couch as the droid rolled up next to the recharging station. She looked at the droid as it plugged itself into the power port and chirped happily. As she stared at the droid, she then remembered that she still hadn’t seen its manufacture code. Getting up, she strolled over and checked its designation on the left support leg.



“Well, R2-D2, welcome to the family.”



The droid seemed to get chirpier at her calling it by its designation and happily beeped in acknowledgment.



“You know, we have to give you a nickname of some sort.” She paused to think, glancing down at the droid. Usually, owners gave their droid a name using their designation code. "How about Dee?"



Then to her surprise, the droid beeped angrily and rotated it's dome head back and forth. How long has it been since you had a memory flush, she wondered as she went back to her thoughts.



"Okay, you don't like that one and you'd probably hate Deetoo as well. So that leaves Artoo, how about that or don't you like it?"



It seemed to like it a lot as it chirped and beeped happily.



"Artoo it is," she said with a smile. "Guess your former master called you that too, huh?" Mentioning the droid former master seemed to calm it down, maybe even sadden it for the way it let out a low tone beep. "I guess you must've liked him or her. It's alright, I lost my entire past life and I can't remember anything up to four years ago." She laughed at the sudden irony of her previous thoughts about the droid's behavior. "Now I know how a droid feels when it gets a memory flush."



Dinner wasn't much of anything that didn't come from a prepackaged food carton. That was still yet another skill she was severely lacking in; cooking. All her attempts always met with dismal failures or bad enough to choke it down and regret it later. As she ate she stared at the droid in bemusement as it took up a position near her, almost acting as a sort of personal bodyguard towards her. Strange little guy, she thought as she finished up her meal. Afterwards she spent a while in the refresher, cleansing herself of the day's work. This was the moment that she relished the most; standing in the steam filled hyrdroshower unit, allowing the warm water to wash over her nude form, moisturizing her skin. Sometimes she even pleasured herself, but she never felt fulfilled. She figured it just wasn't the same as reaching that sexual threshold unless it was done by someone other than herself.



Drying herself off, she changed into her night garments before making her way back into the main hold. Artoo was over by the main engineering console, quietly chirping away as it interfaced with the terminal with one of its computer scomp link arms. It was then that she noticed that there was some visible rust on its cylindrical frame by the main support legs and up by the dome as well as some lubricant greases. Why didn't I clean him before I did myself, Leia wondered as she shook her head in disgust as she retrieve some cleaning supplies and set off cleaning up the droid. Whoever had owned the droid within the last few years sure did a crummy job in keeping up on the maintenance on the machine for the more she cleaned the more problems she found. Finally, after what seemed like forever, all the visible rust had been removed. Now all she had to do was check the tool arms.



“Open up and extend all extendable work arms,” she commanded and then frowned when the droid beeped negatively. “What do you mean no? I’m your new owner and I want you to open up so I can check the status of your tool appendages.”



Again the droid beeped negatively.



She began to wonder again if maybe a memory flush was in order but discarded that thought as she decided to take a different approach. “Do you want me to get the restraining device and force you to do so?”



The droid moaned and slowly allowed all of its tool appendages to extend from its torso.



“See, that wasn’t too-”



She stopped in mid-sentence when she gazed down at one appendage in astonishment. Apparently some previous owner had taken some liberties in replacing one of the work arms with something designed for another purpose. Or could’ve been a wife or girlfriend perhaps? Staring at the object, she felt that same tingling sensation she felt early in the shower growing again in her loins.



The droid beeped a question and when she didn’t reply started to extract its appendages back into its torso.



“No,” cry out Leia suddenly. When she realized she‘d spoken too hastily, she replied again in a firm, but clear voice. “Everyone except that one.”



Complying, the droid beeped another question.



Leia guessed the machine’s question as she stood up and started pulling her night garments from her body. “Oh, don’t play games with me. You know why?”



Again the droid surprised her by letting out a low whistle of what seem to be resignation as the slender young Alderaani undressed and then motion with her finger for the droid to follow her. She lead it back to her quarters and casual tossed her clothing onto the bunk. As she sat down in a chair, she motioned the droid over towards her as she spread her legs wide, licking her lips lustfully. As the droid neared, she closed her eyes in anticipation, allowing a smile to cross her face as she heard the hydraulic servos groaning. She gasped slightly as she felt the cool alloy touch the warm folds of her pink pussy lips and then as the appendage was gently inserted into her cunt. The naked Alderaani weakly moaned as the R2 unit plunged the vibrating dildo deeply into her stomach and began pumping it in and out of her womanhood.



Leia’s slim, shapely body twitched and jerked as she pushed her crotch harder onto the warming alloy as she felt waves of sexual pleasure slam across her brain. She caressed and squeezed her round, full breasts as the droid fucked her with its hard, rubber cock. The girl panted for breath as the dildo probed her love canal and caressed her throbbing pussy. She grabbed the armrests of the chair for support as she thrust herself harder onto the droid’s artificial cock and smiled hungrily. The brown-hair Alderaani woman orgasm with a shout and a spurt of warm cum, then she knelt down in front of astromech to lick its rubber cock clean. She moaned softly as she tasted her own love honey and sucked eagerly on the vibrating rod. She licked along the surface of the synthic-flesh, and then rubbed the extender arm with her left hand as she returned to sucking wantonly on the tip of the fake cock. The droid hummed excitedly as the naked girl stood up and turned her back to the droid, then leaned forward against the chair so her shapely, smooth ass thrust forward towards the robot.



Beeping dutifully that surprised Leia as if it knew what to do; it rolled forward and stuck the warm dildo into her hungry pussy, thrusting deeply into her cunt as she moaned loudly and squeezed her tits. Leia fucked the rubber cock lustfully as she licked her engorged nipples and sucked on the fingers of her right hand. Sweat glistened on her creamy, white flesh as she humped the rubber-coated rod and panted loudly, her moist, red lips pressed in a sexy pout as she pushed harder against Artoo's tool. The Alderaani screamed as she orgasm again, luscious cum trickling down her slim thighs and over the metal appendage. Leia sighed with fulfillment as she rubbed her wet crotch with a delicate hand and sucked her fingers clean of jism before turning her attention to the dripping metal device and proceeded to render it clean and shiny with her tongue.



"Now I'm glad I decided to get a droid," purred Leia as she rubbed her aching loins and smiled as Artoo beeped happily as it rolled forward yet again and began inserting the warm, make-shift dildo back into her love snatch.

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There was a gently, but sudden lurch that tossed the redhead woman forcefully into her restraining harness. Through the deck plating, she could feel the ion engines of the starship beginning their expected whine down from the deafening roar that they produced during the entire voyage. Leaning back slightly, she depressed the latch in the center of the harness and the assembly fell away from around her. Slowly, she raised herself up into her legs, which ached from the effort. Gathering up her small carry bag, she heard the full of boot heels on the deck plating and let out a sigh as she turned around to see the starship’s captain appearing around the corner, a toothy grin plastered over his grizzly features.



“Well, I promised to get yea here, Love, and I did,” the captain announced with a smug of arrogance.”



Deciding to play it wise, she smiled back and nodded. “Yes, you did, and I’m grateful that you did a splendid job in doing so.”



The spacer chuckled as he held out his hand. “With complaints aside, Doll, I think its best that we settle up to what we agreed upon for this little trip of ours.”



More than anything just to get you out of my hair, she thought as she reached into her jacket’s pocket and flick a bag of credits towards the spacer, who snatched it out of mid-air. “Five thousand in standard Imperial currency, as we agreed upon, captain,” she replied.



The spacer nodded his head after a quick check of the total value of the credits before stashing it into his vest pocket. “Well then, I guess that concludes our deal.” He stepped off to the side and waved his head towards the boarding ramp. “You may disembark now, Love.”



Still smiling, she started to make her way towards the ship’s boarding ramp, but as she passed the spacer, she felt his hand smacking her ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a rude look, which he returned with a loud laugh. After departing the ship and going through standard customs as it was mandatory with all new arrivals on the planet Phraetiss, she made her out of the spaceport and down the stretches of the glowing city that laid beyond the force fences of the spaceport. Apparently, this side of the planet was in the middle of its winter season for there was a biting chill in the air as whisks of her hot breath froze in front of her with each exhale she took. Hugging her arms tightly around the loose folds of her tunic, she headed as fast as she could towards the nearest inn. The innkeeper, a Gavin, chuckled at her as he gave her a key to a room, commenting that if she was going to be staying for a while to pick up some warmer clothing at the shop that was located within the inn before venturing out again.



Thanking him for the advice, the redhead woman retreated up and into her room. Tossing her carry bag down on the bed, she made sure that the door to the room was secured and gave the place a quick once over for any sort of listening devices or holographic cameras. Once satisfied, she made her way over to the bed and undid the fasteners on her trousers. After pulling her trousers and undergarments down around her ankles, she slowly lowered herself back onto the bed, spreading her legs in the process. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back and closed her eyes in concentration. Between her legs, she felt lining on her vaginal walls moistening as they began contracting. A wave of both pleasure and pain ran throughout her entire body as she felt a foreign object slowly begin expelled from the interior tunnel of her pussy. With her legs trembling and sweat glistening down her face, she glanced downward towards her quivering mass to see a glistening, cylindrical object slowly appearing between the two folds of her cunt. Reaching down, she grasped the warm piece of metal and slowly withdraw it from her love canal, collapsing onto the bed from exhaustion once she felt the head of the object clear her love folds. Bringing the object up to her waiting mouth, she thoroughly cleaned it of her own pussy nectar before flicking a switch on the side of the cylindrical body. There was a loud, snapping hiss as a bluish blade of energy shot from the tip into existence, causing a smile to cross the face of Mara Jade, former Hand of that of Emperor Palpatine.



Security was tight on and around this entire sector that getting a firearm through security would been downright impossible. Thankfully one of the many secret caches of weapons and equipment that she'd hidden all throughout the galaxy had remained undisturbed during her ‘sabbatical’. Since parting ways with Leia and the smugglers that had pulled them from that escape pod over a year and a half ago, she’d drifted all from one side of the galaxy to the other taking odd jobs to sustain her; bodyguard for a Kuat aristocrat, hired mercenary for the Karfeddian during the Senex-Juvex Sector War, contract killer for a high-up Thyferrian Family in the bacta trade, and moonlighting as a dancer/spy for the Extremist Imperial faction.

All the while she’d been paying close attention to the whereabouts of Darth Vader. He’d remained either on Coruscant, his fortress on Varn, or in the Sith Valley on the world of Korriban. It didn’t matter wherever he went for he was always out of the public eye and no way accessible only to those high-up in the Loyalist chain of command. But that all changed since the successful campaign by Grand Admiral Thrawn against the Extremist in the Outer Rims. Now Vader was coming to tour one of the newly ‘liberated’ worlds and that was where she would meet him. Here she will execute the Emperor’s last command.



Here is where she will kill Darth Vader!

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The cockpit of the Kuat Drive System Vigilant-class pursuit boat was pitch dark with only the control panels giving off any illumination within the cramp confined. The multi-colored rays of light reflected off the two occupants armored figures; they wore gray uniforms that were exoskeletons by blast dissipation vests, forearm gauntlets, kneepads, armor-mesh gloves, and alloy boots with zero-g grip soles. They were armed with blaster rifles, handguns, combat knifes, rocket dart launchers, and whatever else might have been hidden in the alloy utility pouches affixed to their board belts.



One of the warriors wore a pinch-cheeked helmet that was doomed as an astromech droid unit, bisected by a horizontal view plate strips and surmounted by a flag-like targeting range finder. The other wore no helmet, allowing his blood-shot eyes to peer longingly at their target. His skin was a deep green hue streaked with scars and tattooed clan markings. Clamped over his mouth and nose was a prosthetic atmospheric rebreather that made his facial features more insect than human. His only visible hair was a black Mohawk perched directly on top of his cranium next to a surgically implanted targeting rangefinder.



“Target vessel has left the atmosphere. Detecting only one life sign aboard,” chimed the helmet warrior. “Sensors indicate non-human presence.”



“She disembarked on the planet then,” replied the Mohawk warrior, his voice sounding almost mechanical through his respirator.



Helmet turned to another panel. “Tri-angling atmospheric escape vector.” He had to wait a few moments for the computer to run across the likeliest departure routes for Phraetiss. Then it would cross-reference the route with known topographical data and narrow down the options to the highest probability locations. “Capital urban center, northern most continent. Sustains a Class III spaceport.”



Mohawk nodded as he readjusted course and powered down all systems with the exception of basic flight systems. Since the Imperial fleet was scanning all inbound ships, they figured the best way to sneak onto the planet would be to mimic a piece of space junk. Therefore they sealed up their suits and power down all life support systems to give more credit ability to their rouse. If they weren’t detected then they would enter the upper atmosphere of the planet just at dusk, thus masking their fire trail and throwing off any visual observation.



Slipping a helmet on and sealing the fasteners, Mohawk leaned back into his acceleration chair and thought about the hunt. It had been a long and difficult one. When they took the bounty, they were promised she would be a quick and easy catch. Their clients couldn’t have been more mistaken. Even although they had computer enhanced images from the Thyferrian security cameras as well as a complete dossier of their query, she proved to have a knack for escape. Time and again when they came close a clever rouse that she falsely planted threw them off her trail. It had gone cold for a while after she gave them the slip on Kuat mere moments before they arrived at the diplomats’ estate. A break came when a fellow warrior noticed her on Karfeddian and notified them. With a fresh sighting, the two hunters tracked her over a fourth of the known galaxy, finally ending up here at Phraetiss after missing her by a day on Tatooine. Closing his eyes, he looked forward to finally meeting their elusive query and congratulating her in person soon for a hunt well played.

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Walking down the bustling sidewalk of Javin's only major metropolis big enough to house a spaceport, Leia pulled the hood of her cloak ever so tighter over her head to protect her from the down pour that was battering the city for the fourth consecutive day. Stopping at a crosswalk, she took a moment to glance up into the overcast sky, allowing droplets of rain to pellet her face. Doesn’t it ever stop raining on this cursed planet, she wondered to herself. With the help of Artoo and a lot of hard work, they were able to get the Lady's Lust repaired and operational within a week's time. She traveled up the Corellian Trade Spine heading for the Expansion Region when the life support system suddenly began to fail. Thankfully they were close enough to inhabitant planetoid to set down before running out of the emergency air canisters that she'd stocked onboard. Both she and Artoo had been stuck on this miserable world for four weeks while waiting for replacement parts to get shipped in from Eriadu. Having arrived today, they busy themselves getting the ship repaired and ready for departure only to find out that planetary authority wouldn't give them clearance until the following day. Sighing at the thought, she made her way across the intersection and towards her intended destination.



Without a fanfare she stepped out of the cold, rainy night of Tund and into the brilliant and raucous interior of the Flaming Sky, a popular cantina that catered only to the various spacers, and occasional smugglers, that set down planet side. Reaching up, she pulled her cloak’s hood away from her neck length brown hair and shook the piece of fabric free of moisture before allowing it to fall freely against her back. She gave the crowded interior a quick scan with her dull brown eyes before descending the steps towards the main floor of the establishment.



As she made her way through the crowd towards the bar, she felt a couple hands brushing across her round ass cheeks with even one patron even having the nerve to give her a quick pinch as well. Stopping, she glared back at the guilty spacer, who just winked an eye and whistle at her. Shaking her head, Leia managed to push the rest of the way towards the monstrous bar that was the center point of the establishment.



“Whatcha poison, Missy?” asked the beefy bartender, a Besalisk who had seen better days.



“Give me a shot of Corellian Whiskey and don’t call me Missy,” Leia replied.



The four-arm alien shrugged his shoulders as he turned away. “Whatever you say, doll face.”



Leia opened her mouth to retort back, thought better of it and closed it. She didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention to herself. The bartender returned a few minutes later with her drink. She flipped him a few credits and he quickly departed without saying anything more repugnant to her, which was a relief. Taking a quick sip from her glass, she nearly choke has the hard liquor fought its way down her throat. She stared at the glass, shaking her head in disgust before setting it down. She could stand the stuff they call drinks out here towards the Rim, but not when they water down the famous spacer drink she came to like. She was about to call the bartender back over to inquiry on what they’ve done to her whiskey when she heard a hard palm slam down next to her. Turning, she found herself gazing into the smiling face of the same spacer who had pinched her ass when she was making her way across the main floor towards the bar.



“Well, look at that, you bought me a drink. How lovely of you to do that,” the spacer said. He then grabbed Leia’s drink and down it in one gulp. “That hits the spot, doesn’t it, sweetcakes?”



Leia rolled her eyes. “Don’t you have some other people to go and bug?”



The spacer’s smile widened as well as his eyes. “You’re from the Outer Rims, aren’t yea? Just like me.”



“Small galaxy,” she retorted.



“Yea, well, maybe you and I can show each other some Outer Rim hospitality,” he replied as he reached out and began stroking one of Leia’s hands. “It’s been a while since I was in the arms of a beautiful looking woman such as yourself.”



Pulling her hand free, Leia starred back at the spacer with an icy glare. “You just don’t take no for an answer now, do you?”



The spacer laughed. “If I did, now where would I be in the galaxy?” He leaned in closer until he was only a few millimeters away from her cheek. “Come on, sugar, it’ll be fun for the both of us.”



“I told you I said no,” Leia said clear and firmly.



The man suddenly jerked his head back and glance down to see a barrel of a blaster shoved up against his crotch area. “Jeez, when you put it that way, bitch.”



“Then you best be on your way then,” said Leia.



“Yeah, sure, you weren't my type anyway,” the spacer said before turning and disappearing back into the crowd.



Grinning with satisfaction, she turned back towards the bar when she suddenly notice a middle age woman wearing a dark blue shirt with a charcoal gray vest over it. Her dark brown trousers seemed to have seen better days for they were stain and mended, and her knee high boots were scuff and worn. The hair on the sides of her blonde head was starting to gray, clearly showing her age yet the beauty of her younger self had yet to fade from her facial features. Catching her glance she rose from her seat and approached the bar where Leia was, sliding into the vacate seat next to her.



She took a quick sip of her drink before saying, “That wasn’t the most smartest thing to do. Not in a cantina filled with lowlifes that would sell out their own brother to a bounty hunter or enslave their sister for extra credits for that matter.”



Leia snorted as she glanced at the woman next to her. “He was annoying me if you didn't notice. What did you want me to do, haul off and slap him across his face like an ordinary, defenseless woman?”



The woman smirked. “An interesting proposal there, but one that I won’t find any sort of satisfactory in. Name's Juno,” she said offering her hand.



"Leia," she replied, taking the woman's offered hand with her own.



"Mid Rim name yet your ascent is Outer Rim," noted Juno.



"Such everyone says to me," comment Leia. "Where are you from?"



"Core ward. Haven't been back there in the longest of times."



"Fair enough. So brings you to this little miserable little rock called a planet."



"Piracy." The she let out a laugh at seeing the woman's look. "Got my ship shot out from underneath me about five months back. Been trying to get the hell off this rock since then."



Leia nodded as she put two and two together. "And others wanted more then you were willing to give in order to secure crew spot on a ship since if you had credits you would've already bought passage off this hell hole."



"You can say that. A woman got to have morals or else what else are why besides a fuck toy for the amusement of the male species in this galaxy."



"A slave," muttered Leia as she stared at her drink before pushing it away. "And I guess that you wait at the spaceport watching incoming ships to see which one you went to try and hook up with from seeing their crew debarking."



Sighing, Juno lowered her head and nodded her head. "Look, I know you just met me and all, and you really don't know me but I'm a damn good pilot, a good shot, and can fix anything on a starship." She bit her lower lip, her voice wavering. "Just give me a chance, that's all I ask. I'm desperate here. Please?"



Come on you were the same way just a little over a year ago, begging for a chance to prove yourself. Besides if she's mechanical incline she could be a very valuable asset to the ship. Leia looked into Juno's blue eyes and saw only a desperate look of hope with no deceit or malevolence. "The Lady's Lust is still a work in progress. You'll have to work just as hard as me and Artoo do to keep her running and maintain. You won't make much or anything for a while but if you don't mind that then you're more than welcome to join us."



A smile appeared on the blonde hair woman's face as she let out the breath she was holding. "I can't believe...I....thank you, thank you so much," she said as she took Leia's hand and shook it vigorously.



Grabbing her drink, Leia raised it in a mock toast. "Clear skies to us then."



"Clear skies to us and the Lady's Lust," added Juno. As down her drink it then dawn on her the name of the ship. "Lady's Lust?"



"It was her name when I got it. Still haven't figured out a new name for her yet."



"Well that's something I'm going to have to work on then," stated Juno. "Another round?"



"One more then I best say we get back to the Lady to show you around."



"Sounds good to me."



Finishing up their respective drinks, Leia tossed the Besalisk bartender another credit chip who caught it in mid-air with one of his free hands and gave her a salute before turning his attention to his other customers. Stepping outside, Leia shuddered as the chilled night wind that wiped down from the mountains east of the city struck her causing her to pull her cloak tighter against her frame. Juno, on the other hand, sported a ronto-hid trench coat that was just as beat up as the rest of her clothing. The streets were deserted which was no surprise since most of the crime that happened on Tund was confine to the evening hours. The dark alleyways and closeness of the buildings that were designed to funnel prospective buyers into market areas during the daylight became amble funnels, choke points, and hiding places for those engaged in less than legal activity at night. As they walked, Leia kept a hand on the hilt of her blaster as she scanned the darken alleys, straining to separate shadows from potential threats.



She suddenly stopped abruptly, feeling a tingling sensation on her neck that caused her to spin around, blaster in hand. There was nothing except empty streets but she still had that strange sensation. "What is it?" asked Juno in a whisper.



"Someone's following us," replied Leia, her eyes searching the shadows for the source that caused her 'sixth sense' to kick in.



Juno looked as well, her eyes roaming over the shadows as she clenched her own blaster in her hands. "I don't see anything. We best keep moving, the spaceport isn't far."



Leia didn't need to be told twice but she still had the sensation that they were being followed. Turning the corner that lead into a enclosed street, a cry of alarm sprang into her mind and she cried out a warning as she shoved Juno to the side. She was quick, but not quick enough as a blue stun beam slammed into her legs. She cried out in pain as the non-lethal wave overloaded her nerve receptors in her legs causing them to enter a temporary paralyzed state. Collapsing to the ground, she brought her blaster up and fired two bolts into the nearest alleyway that she suspected the attack had originated from but was rewarded with only silence.



Juno picked herself off the ground and rushed to Leia's side, hauling her up into her arms when another blue stun beam shot out of a darken enclave behind her, washing over both their legs, spilling them both to the ground. Then they were on them. It happened so quick that either Leia or Juno could react as they grabbed the two women and dragged them screaming into the nearest alley. Leia let out a cry of pain as the two hoodlums dragging her picked her up and tore off her clothing shoving her naked frame against the unyielding ferrocrete wall, and then proceeded to grope and lick the naked Alderaani; biting Leia's quivering tits, kicking her slim, paralyzed legs wide apart before one of them seized Leia by her crotch, working his thumb up and down her puckered pussy.



"No! Stop it!" gasped Leia, as they pinned her to the wall with their bodies, their hands working on the fasteners of their trousers until their hard ons were rubbing against Leia's pale inner thighs.



The smaller of Leia's two rapist wrapped one of his strong arms around Leia's slender waist, pillowing his head between the naked Alderaani's blushing breasts, licking the creamy cleft between her shuddering tits. Leia's brown lashes fluttered when one of her rapists shoved two fingers deep into her yielding vulva. Leia let out a cry as the other heaved her up and down upon the ferrocrete wall as his partner plunged his digits deep into the brown head's soft, wet cunt, all the while suckling upon her swelling rose red nipples, biting the tender breast buds of the panting woman. Freeing his digits he moved in front of her, one hand grabbing his swollen rod as he guided it towards Leia's dripping cunt.



She stared down at the big prick in horror when he brought the fat knob to her gaping, gleaming gash. "Please don't!" sobbed Leia, just before he penetrated her, ramming his rod hard between Leia's swollen labia causing her to scream even more wildly.



The raping thug clutched Leia's slim waist as he humped her against the ferrocrete wall. Leia just wept, tears streaming down her face as the two violated her womanhood. The one violating her pussy leaned down and licked Leia's hot, sweat slick breasts as he fucked the Alderaani woman mercilessly, pounding Leia's squishy, slurping pussy, as she laid her brown head back and clawed her rapist's back but to no avail. With a groan and a cry he exploded inside Leia's tight vagina, shooting his wad deep into the sobbing Alderaani's shuddering stomach. Then they flung her to the ground on her stomach as the other thug straddled Leia's spread legs. He slapped her blushing bottom before he pried Leia's asshole wide open for his pre-cum drenched cock. Leia's brown eyes grew wide when he reamed her, thrusting his stiff member violently into the her gaping anus. Leia clawed the moist permacrete ground as the thug humped her bare butt, pounding his meat deep into her clenching rectum, while running his hands up and down the naked, writhing Alderaani's nubile alabaster body.



"How does my cock feel in you, bitch. Can't blast it off now can yea?" snarled the rapist in her left ear as he fucked his victim furiously, shoving his cock to the balls inside Leia's raw rectum.



Leia didn't say a word as tears stung her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder to see Juno sandwich between her two rapists, crying profusely as they ravaged her holes with their manhood. Unable to bear the sight, she glanced away when her eyes befell on her blaster which was laying nearby. She didn't think they saw it for when she reached for it they didn't try to stop her. But as her finger tips brushed against the hilt, her vision was blocked as the other rapist appeared in front of her, blocking her vision. She let out a scream which was quickly silenced as he shoved his cum drenched member into her mouth. Grasping both sides of her head, he worked her back and forth sighing in pleasure as he facial fucked her. Unwilling to give up she stretched out her hand again only to run against bare permacrete. A sense of hopelessness washed over her as the rear thug's member pistoning through her squishy, sore sphincter, ejaculated into her tight, bruised bung, filling the sobbing Aleraani's rectum with frothy fuck.



She wanted it to end, wanted them to stop violating her and Juno, for them to go away but it was a fleeing wish as the thug tugged his spent dick from her rectum and shoved it into her pussy, sighing as he started to fuck her again. If only she could her blaster she could end this, she thought thinking of the weapon her outstretch hand. Something slammed into her palm at that moment and it took Leia a few seconds to realize that it was the handle of her blaster. There was no hesitation as the thug fucking her mouth groan and shot his load down her throat as Leia rammed the business end of her blaster between the standing rapist's legs pointing upwards and laid back on the trigger. She was showered in green gore as the thug's head and shoulders exploded from the multiple plasma bolts exploding skyward through him. The momentum of surprise was now on Leia's side as she spat out the now deceased being's spank as she twisted her upper half around and fired a plasma bolt between the eyes of the startled thug behind her. Hearing scurrying she twisted back her body around and sent the two standing forms twitching to the ground.



"Juno," she called out in desperation, hoping they hadn't decided to use her as a shield.



"Leia," sobbed a reply, easing her fears.



With her blaster still in hand she crawled to the sobbing blonde hair woman and embraced her. They held each other's naked forms tightly against one another, crying openly at the horrible experience that had to endure which was now over.

**********



The sun slowly sank below the horizon line, plunging the already cool air well below freezing. Patrons kept inside where it was warm and well lit, thus allowing predators free roam of the darken streets. And that was what Mara was. She had successful scouted out the area around the spaceport and main government buildings and chosen a warehouse that was currently being used as storage on the corner that overlook the main governmental district to lay her ambush.



With the cover of darkness, she defeated the simple security device and slipped into the building to ready her sniping position; she concealed the position from view with a stack of storage crates by the corner window on the west side of the sixth level and sighted in the SocoSuub ZX-1 targeting/laser rangefinder scope on the BlasTech S-13A2 sniper rifle she had acquired through an arms dealer that had been unable to move his cargo off planet due to the heighten level of security. She had chosen this weapon due to its destructive power; consistent damage index of 95/3.5 representing at effective range that will penetrate ten centimeters of standard blast dampening armor causing a wound channel radiating out three point five centimeters from the point of impact narrowing from that radius in accordance with depth and tensile strength of target material as the bolt loses temperature and velocity. It had been very effective on targets she had eliminated while serving the Emperor. The rest of the night she passed trying to get some sleep that would not come to her.



At first light, she rechecked her zero before turning on the portable HoloNet viewer she’d brought with her to track Vader’s progress. Sure enough at the pointed time, the local reporter who was providing commentary of the day’s events announced the arrival of the Emperor’s shuttle. Sure enough, the scene change to that of the spaceport as a Lambda-class Imperial shuttle escorted by a squadron of Tri-solar panel TIE Defenders drop from the blue sky above and set down on landing pad. The camera zoomed in onto Vader as he stood at the foot of the shuttle’s boarding ramp, gazing at the Phraetiss delegation that had turned out to greet him. A stormtrooper commander and six other troopers spread out to flank the Dark Lord as the Phraetiss’ governor and several others moved forward to greet him.



The reporter then went into great detail of each person in the governor’s party as they made introductions with the Emperor which Mara decided to ignore as she ready herself. A crowd was gathering on both corners of the street, some there to greet and cheer for the Emperor and others to protest and ridicule the galaxy’s sovereign ruler. Uniform Planetary Security personal as well as Imperial troops move to keep the street clear as they were informed that motorcade was leaving the spaceport. Mara ready herself as well as she listen to the security comm-band that she hacked into early last night.



It's time, Mara silently thought to herself. Sure enough, about five minutes later, the government motorcade turned the corner and headed straight for her. Taking a deep breath, she shoulder the rifle and gaze into the scope. She sighted in on Vader, third repulsor-vehicle in the motorcade and the only one with an open canopy. The Governor and mayor of the city was also in the vehicle; the Governor and his wife in the back with Vader and the Mayor with his own in the center. Flanking either side was Imperial troops on AARC speeder bikers, behind them was at least a squad of troopers on a skiff.



Mara decided to wait until she had a clear line of sight at Vader. That meant she had to allow the motorcade to pass her first and hopefully prove a shot at the Dark Lord’s back. She found that to be ironic for the Dark Lord’s demise; to be shot in the back from the Emperor’s Hand. Sure enough, after the motorcade had passed the warehouse, the perfect angle opened up for her: a clear shot to the back of Vader’s armored helmet. It was at this moment her distraction devices activated; five explosive charges hidden on either side of the walkways to simulate crudely emplaced improvised explosive devices. They weren't powerful enough to do any damage to the passing motorcade unlike those unfortunate to be standing by or near the charges as they detonated, but they were designed to draw the attention of the Dark Lord and diminish his ability to sense the looming threat through the Force. Mara had used the tactic successfully on two other Force users while the Emperor's Hand, although none was as powerful as Vader was. Lining up the crosshairs, she took a deep breath and opened herself to the Force, and drew back on the trigger.



Time seem to slow to her as the weapon kicked hard into her shoulder, a beam of coherent light that brought death and destruction upon whatever it touches laced out from the weapon’s muzzle streaking towards its target. Traveling at 8500 meters per second, the bolt would impact on its target within a fraction of a second. Any normal being in the galaxy would not have time to react before being hit by the bolt with it immediately transferring its thermo-kinetic energy to soft target tissue and standing fluids rated at greater than 95% with high speed liquid to vapor thermal expansion thus killing the target in a matter of a second if the body stayed in one piece.



But the distraction seemed to have failed in its intended purpose.



The beam had barely left the weapon’s muzzle before the Dark Lord had spun around, a beam of fiery ruby red energy erupting from the focal point of the hilt of the lightsaber in his gauntlet hands, and deflected the destructive energy beam away. Mara’s heart skipped a beat as she saw this. Impossible, she thought as she ready another shot, no one is that fast. Not even a Dark Lord! But yet again he easily deflected the follow up shot and leapt from the craft and landed off to the side. A third shot was impossible as a hail storm of blaster fire slammed into the side of the building as the stormtroopers and security personal, having recovered from the initial shock of distraction charges, brought their weapons to bare on the shooter’s location.



Cursing, Mara tossed the weapon to the side and hurried for the escape route that she had laid out carefully. Of course it had been plan with the distraction that the death of Vader would have caused if she had been successful. Now she had to hurry before all avenues would be closed to her.

**********



Standing in the street as stormtroopers from the 501st surrounded him, Vader stared up at the vacated window on the sixth story of the corner warehouse as he gloved fist tighten around the hilt of his activated lightsaber. He had sense there was danger to him here on Phraetiss when he first landed, but never would he have expected it would come from her. She had successful masked her presence in the Force until the very last moment before opening herself to it as she took the shot. After all these years of searching for her, the Force had brought them once again together here on this remote world.



The Emperor’s Hand. Mara Jade. His son’s executor.



Colonel Erv Devan, commanding officer of the 501st, approached Vader. “Your Majesty, we should get you safely off planet. The assassin might try again someplace else.”



No, she won’t. He couldn’t sense her in the Force anymore for she had successfully masked her presence again, but he knew she was now fleeing for her life. For another chance to seek revenge against him. But, he too, wanted revenge against her. He wanted to make her suffer ten times for every moment that his son did before he died.



“Find the assassin, Colonel. Even if you have to tear this planet apart piece by piece doing so, but I want Mara Jade alive!!!”

**********



The streets were erupting into chaos.



Not more than mere minutes after her failed attempt on Darth Vader were the gathered crowds fleeing the scene in terror. Mara decided to play to the crowd’s present state thus providing a natural ploy to get around security troops that were converging from all parts of the city to the warehouse’s location. Turning a corner, she duck into an alley and hustled to a waste recycle chute. Pulling a bag out from a pile of trash, she quickly changed into standard Phraetiss clothing, discarding the stealth jumpsuit and jacket that she had been wearing into the chute.



Exiting the alley, she glanced both ways down the street before pulling the hood of her winter parka over her head and slipping out into the crowd. All she had to do was make her way back to her room at the hotel, grab the few items that she left there, and haul jets to find passage offworld as quickly as possible. About halfway to the hotel her old danger senses kicked in as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. She slowed her pace, her eyes darting to and fro looking for any approaching security and Imperial troops. When she saw known, she scan the nearby faces of patrons, but again she drew a blank.



With her heart thumping in her chest, she ducked into an establishment and was greeted to a scene of dazzling neon lights with an atmosphere filled with smoke and raucous noises of paying customers. Up on raised stages, scantily clad women of various species danced in various forms and ways, removing articles of their clothing in perfect rhythm of the music as patrons cheered and showered them with credit chips. Other girls carrying serving trays made their ways through the crowded establishment, serving drinks and other services that they provided if the patron was willing to pay for it.



Making her way through the crowd, she managed to make it to the bar only after being pinched or smacked on her ass about a dozen times by the patrons. Raising her hand, she managed to get the attention of a smiling Twi’lek barkeeper, who quickly approached her.



“Sorry, we’re not hiring at this moment,” he shouted over the noise to be heard.



Mara was struck by the comment for a few seconds before she realized that she was the only fully clothed female in the establishment. “I want a drink, you wormhead.”



The Twi’lek eyes narrowed towards Mara as he put both hands on the edge of the bar and leaned closer to her. “I don’t take kindly to insults, human. Especially a female one at that.”



She was already pissed off at missing her chance at Vader and didn’t need to be threaten by a lowly barkeeper. Her hand flashed out, grabbed the barkeeper’s tunic collar, and slammed his head down on the bar’s polished surface. “Save the threats for someone you can cow.”



“Okay, okay, lady. Just don’t hurt me.”



“Give me a shot Corellian brandy,” she said, placing credit chips on the bar as she released him.



Swiping up the credits in his hands, the barkeeper readjusted his tunic as he walked away muttering. “Humans. They think they own the entire galaxy.”



Glancing over her shoulders around the establishment, her gaze fell upon a human woman with following, shoulder length brown hair grinding her nude body against a metal poll as she fingered her pussy. All this for the utter joy of the crowd that showered her with credit chips while others jerk themselves off to her performance. Disgusted by the scene, she turned back to the barkeeper as he placed her drink in front of her, giving her a smug look before departing. Taking a sip from the drink, she heard a commotion by the establishment’s main entrance. Turning, she felt her heart go cold as a squad of Imperial stormtroopers push through the bouncers.



An officer, blaster in hand, fired a shot into the ceiling to get everyone’s attention. “By order of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Vader, a special Imperial Decree of Martial Law has been declared on Phraetiss. You will all show use your identification immediately. Don’t argue if you are asked to come with us either. This is your only warning!”



Deciding it was best to leave, she eyed a door towards the back of the establishment and proceeded towards it. She sighed a breath of relief when it opened without requiring a security code. Finding herself in a corridor with dressing rooms lining either side, she made her way towards the rear when the door suddenly flung open and four stormtroopers storm in through the opening.



“Citizen, halt. Identify yourself,” the lead trooper shouted through his helmet’s comlink.



Mara halted and kept her hands away from her sides as she tried to play it down. “Hey, hey, I just work here.” She winked at the troopers. “You boys want to play soldier with me....for a price that is.”



From behind the polarized lens of the white helmet, the trooper said, “We’re not here to pay you for your work. Identify yourself.”



“I told you, I work here. My identification is my other clothing.”



The trooper motioned with his E-11 blaster towards the dressing rooms. “Take us there and get your identification now.”



“Sure, soldier boy. It’s right over here.”



Entering one of the rooms, she slammed the door shut in face of the troopers and activated the manual locks. There was a string of loud curses as the door buckled. With her mind whirling, Mara check to see if there was any other exits from the dressing room. When she found none, she let out a silent curse as she reached into her parka and withdrew the cylindrical hilt of her lightsaber. With a flick of the switch, a blue beam of energy was emitted from the head of the weapon followed by the distinctive hum. The Imperial stormtroopers must’ve heard it as well for beams of coherent light shot through the flimsy door. Turning, Mara made three successive cuts into the wall and then used the Force to pull the section free and maneuver it in front of the door to form a new barricade.



Escaping through the new opening, she found herself back out front on one of the stages as some patrons stared at her in awe while others cheered. Behind her she heard a muffled explosion, followed by a crashing sound as her crudely made barricade and door fell to the floor. She whirled around, bringing her lightsaber up to parry the blaster shots that came at her back towards her attackers, who quickly scrambled for cover.



Taking advantage of the confusion, she deactivated her lightsaber as she jumped down into the crowd and began pushing towards the entranceway which was now devoid of Imperial troops. Must’ve responded to the troops’ calls in the back, she thought as blaster fire whisked passed her head, striking a few patrons. This, in turn, caused the crowd to panic and before long she was riding a wave towards the establishment’s entranceway as more blaster fire raked the crowd.



Clearing herself from the crowd once she was outside, she took a moment to regain her bearings. Another blaster bolt shot uncomfortable close pass her head and she whirled around to see another stormtrooper stepping out from a troop transport, blaster rifle in his hands. He fired again directly at her head, but a bluish beam of light that materialized in front of her intercepted his shot. Then it felt like some invisible hand had grabbed the trooper and tossed him through the display window of another establishment across the street.



With the nearest threat eliminated, Mara slid her lightsaber underneath of the folds of her parka and took off running towards the direction of the hotel. She was just barely halfway down the street when a security car flashed by overhead, circle around, and came back towards her. Then something slammed into the rear of the craft and exploded, flipping it end over end. Mara flung herself to the ground as the craft flew overhead and crash into the street in front of her.



“Stay where you are,” a voice cried out behind her.”



Turning she saw the Imperial officer from the club and a squad of troops approaching her, their weapons trained on her. Her mind was wheeling on what she should do next when an helmet figure landed between her and the Imperials. The new arrival was covered head to toe in bluish-gray armor over a reinforced double-layered gray flight suit. Ammo pouches and bandoliers criss-crossed his waist, nearly concealing the maroon Journeyman Protector honor sash. Strapped to his either side of his legs was a holstered Merr-Sonn Munitions 60D repeater pistol and a custom made Rancor tooth virboblade. A tattered cape floured in the cold breeze behind a cooling Mitrirmomon Z6 D-I jetpack and slung Blastech EE-4 J6 repeater carbine. Heft in his gloved hands was a nasty-looking Merr-Sonn Munitions H-8 R4 heavy repeater rifle with a high capacity drum power pack.



“This woman is mine,” he announced coldly through the helmet’s vocalizer.



The officer didn’t back down. “Stand aside, Mandalorian. This woman is wanted for questioning in an attempted assassination of his Imperial Majesty.”



Helmet didn’t need to response for it came from above. The Imperial officer nearly jumped out of his skin when Mohawk landed next to him. Grabbing the officer’s tunic, he pulled him closer to him and he placed the barrel of his Merr-Sonn Munitions S8.1 repeater pistol against the man’s forehead.



“If your men fire you’ll be the first to die,” he coldly announced. “Order them to drop their weapons and turn off their internal comlinks.”



Beads of sweat began to form on the officer’s brow as he ordered his man to do so. Deciding that she didn’t what to find out what the Mandalorians wanted with her, Mara gathered herself to spring to her feet to make a break for it when another armored boot stepped in front of her. She barely had time to glance up to see another Mandalorian in red armor standing before her when she felt a pin-prick on her neck. Reaching up, she felt the tiny metallic lump of a dart in her jugular vein. Her eyes rolled up as she slumped back to the ground. Her final thoughts before drifting into unconscious were that of the red armored Mandalorian.



The Mandalorian was a female.

**********



Hearing the boarding ramp lower, Artoo retracted his computer scomp link arm from the engineering console and extended his third mobile leg and made his way to greet back Leia but let out a series of shirks as it saw Leia being half carried, half dragged into the ship by an unknown blonde hair woman, both of whose clothes were ripped and torn with them barely covering their private areas of their organic forms. He zipped over to them and swung around, chirping excitedly as the blonde woman lowered Leia down so she could manage to wrap her arms around the droid's cylinder-shaped body. With Leia hanging on, he dragged her over to the couch in the main hold and help support her as she clamored up into a seated position but the effort was enough to strip the tattered remains of her shirt free from her heaving breast.



"Artoo, help Juno," Leia pleaded as she rested her head back on the safe material.



The astromech droid chirped an acknowledge and hustled back towards the boarding ramp and allowed Juno to heave herself up to cling to the droid's body having collapsed to the deck. Once finished helping the other woman into a chair, he turned and rolled away as fast as he could towards the cockpit. Within a few seconds of the droid disappearing, the engines to the Lady's Lust hummed to life and the ship shuddered as it lifted off the ground but Leia was too weak to even utter a protest at Artoo's sudden decision to break planetary spaceport regulations and take off without clearance. She closed her eyes and listen in silence as the engines let out a throaty roar as the Lady lurched forward and she pictured it soaring freely through the darken skies towards the star filled heavens above.



After feeling the sudden sensation of acceleration that marked the transition from sub-light to lightspeed did Artoo reappear, but it ignored Leia's call as it raced towards the rear of the ship and reappeared a few minutes later with a medi-kit and ice packs hanging from its tool arms and clamps. Juno watched as Leia thank the droid and gave it a weak pat to its dome head as she took a few items before the droid rolled over and offered her some. She gratefully accepted and grimaced as she placed the cooling pack against her bruised crotch area.



"Nice droid you got there, Leia," she said meekly



Leia grimaced as well as she placed her pack in the same exact stop as Juno's. "He can be handful at times, but he's a great companion. Oh, sorry, Artoo this is Juno, Juno Artoo."



"Hello Artoo," Juno replied which got a whistle reply from the astromech droid who rolled up and placed himself next to Leia's side. "Protective, isn't he. How long have you had him?"



"Just over a month."



"A month. Now that's weird, I've worked with droids for a very long time and I haven't seen one act like that unless its known a person for a long time, years were talking."



Leia just shrugged her shoulders as she patted the droid's dome head again. "I guess we just clicked when we first saw each other. Right, Artoo?"



The stubby droid replied with a happy tweet.

**********



Slowly, the first realization that came to Mara was that she was laying on a hard, cool deck. The second was the dull throbbing aching pain in her head. A moan escaped her lips as she sat up, allowing her eyes to flutter open. She found herself to be in some type of holding cell with the usual of commodities; hard as durasteel bunk and refresher unit with no privacy. Instead of using a containment force grid for access, a grid of bars lined the entranceway from floor to ceiling.



Seeing a red blur on the other side of the bars, Mara pressed a hand up against her temple, blinking her eyes to try and clear the haze from them. Looking back up she then realized the red blur was actually the form of the red-armored Mandalorian she last saw before blacking out. She sat relaxed in a portable acceleration chair on the other side of the corridor, a Blastech E-13 carbine laid across her lap. Mara didn’t move, her gaze locked onto the apparently slumbering armored warrior. Experimental, she took two cautious steps forward and halted, but the Mandalorian didn’t stir. Approaching the bars, Mara lowered herself to her knees and reached her arm through the openings to summon the weapon to her.



She shirked out in pain as she was jolted back a meter by a stun shock that struck her open palm when her hand was barely halfway through the opening. Grimacing as she cradled her tender hand in the other, she heard a muted laughing sound. She stared at the Mandalorian as she cocked her helmet to the one side.



“And I thought Jedi were as cunning as they were wise,” she announced.



“And why do you think I’m one from that decrypted order?”



The Mandalorian reached down and withdraw a cylindrical object from her belt, holding it up for Mara to see it. “You don’t see many of these being carried by beings in today’s galaxy?”



Mara cock a smile. “And maybe I took it from the cold dead hands of a Jedi I killed.”



“Possible, however unlucky since the Empire was very thorough in eliminating them. And you don’t look like you were old enough to take part in the purges. Which leads me back to my first conclusion.”



“I am not a Jedi,” she answered with a scowl.



“Really? Let me fill you in on something, my dear.”



“Like I have a choice.”



The Mandalorian ignored the comment. “Lightsabers are extremely dangerous to non-Force users unless you have years of training in advanced melee skills. The blade is pure energy and can cut through just about any known material and element in the galaxy. And that little display of swordsmanship and blaster deflection craft you put on in the club verified that you are, were, or training to be a Jedi.”



“You were tracking me the entire time?”



The Mandolarian slowly nodded her head.



Mara decided she didn’t like where the topic was leading so she decided to change it. “Where are you taking me?”



“Back to Thyferra. You caused quite a stir with the Dlirit Family when you assassinated the head of the household. His daughter, Lieutenant Erisi Dlirit of the Loyalist Imperial Starfleet, put a five million credit bounty on your head for your capture, Jem Mmari. Or is it Uie Dea? How about Suko Deen or was it Coneria? Do you even have a real name that you can recall.”



Oh you got to be kidding me. A five million credit bounty for ending a suffering Old Man’s life a bit sooner than the Force intended, she thought. “You have me at a lost. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are.”



“Not who you really are although.”



“Mara.”



The Mandalorian warrior didn’t respond, her T-visor helmet shifting a fraction of a millimeter as she stared at the red headed captive. Finally, she reached up and popped the seals on her helmet. Mara was a bit surprise to see how fairly beautiful the Mandalorian woman actually was; shoulder length black hair that had been pulled back and braided with emerald colored eyes. Her skin was a slightly tanned peach color. She couldn’t be more than early twenties if not late teens in age.



Resting the helmet on her lap, she stared back at Mara. “I am Kyra Degana, daughter of Arwen Degana and Tobbi Dala. Mando’ade of Mandalore.”



“I was only aware that Boba Fett was the only true Mandalorian left in the galaxy.”



“The galaxy thought wrong to think the Mandalorians went extinct after the fall of Mandalore during the end of the Clone Wars. A few warriors managed to escape and make a living offering their services to various factions and organizations in the galaxy.”



“You mean the Hutts and Black Sun?” Mara let out a small snort of disgust. “And here I thought Mandalorians had a code of honor.”



That got a reaction that Mara didn’t expect. Kyra jumped to her feet, raised her blaster, and fired a shot that struck the deck plating two millimeters to the right of Mara. Instinctively, Mara jumped back as the heavy falls of approaching boots echo down the adjacent corridor.



Glancing up, she saw Kyra glaring virboblades at her. “Don’t you ever accuse a Mandalorian of having no honor. Especially from a criminal like yourself,” threaten Krya.



Mohawk appeared in the cell holding area, force pike in hand. “What's going on here?”



“The prisoner was just getting unruly, Hahk Lahn-Sei,” she replied.



Lahn-Sei glanced at the prisoner and then back to Kyra, handing her the force pike he carried. “Leave me with her.”



Kyra took one last look at Mara before complying with the senior warrior’s instructions. Lahn-Sei sealed and locked the door behind her, then approached the holding cell’s control panel. Mara watched in surprise as the Mandalorian deactivated the cell’s containment field and then retracted the bars. His eyes roamed over the woman’s taut, athletic body.



“If there is one thing I despise the most in this galaxy and that is a anarchist criminal. But that is a small hatred compared to that I reserve for Jedi. We had been discussing turning you over to the Empire, but with their current state it was decided best to complete our contract.”



“How thoughtful of you,” said Mara sarcastically.



Lahn-Sei lashed out, his armored gauntlet coming up to strike Mara across her face. But the redhead dropped to her knees, allowing the blow to pass safely over the top of her. Grabbing one of the Mandalorian’s legs, she slapped her palm hard across the joint where the femur connected to the cartilage of the kneecap. The warrior grunted as his leg gave way suddenly, spilling him to the deck. Mara pounced, driving her knee into his abdomen and followed with him a hard strike to underneath his chin.



That would’ve normally been enough to send any human into an unconscious state, but the Mandalorian flipped the redhead woman over him and skirted to his feet. The air left Mara’s lungs as she landed hard against the deck plating on her back. Wincing in pain, she struggled to recover by rising to her feet, but they were unsteady and Lahn-Sei took full advantage of it. Approaching, he block a feeble right hand punch and its follow-up before swiping the feet from underneath her. He ended the melee with a boot heel across her temple. Standing above the moaning woman, his cold dark eyes glaring down at the Jedi, he decided that he should take the spirit out of her fighting nature. Reaching down, he picked the redhead prisoner up and stood her up against the wall. Reaching into his utility belt, he withdrew a syringe and injected a serum into her neck.



Mara winced from the sudden pain, but then felt her mind fogging over. “Wh....what did......what did you give me?”



Lahn-Sei replaced the syringe into his belt before reaching up to stroke Mara’s long, red bangs. “I gave you a shot of command serum. It's used by law enforcement agencies as well as penal facilities across the galaxy to get stubborn criminals to obey the orders of the guards. It also acts to break down the criminal’s spirit since they’re completely conscious during the state but unable to control their actions.” He waited a few more seconds before saying, “When I give you a command or order, obey it without question. Do you answered?”



Mara slowly nodded, but said nothing.



“Don’t move until I say otherwise,” commanded Lahn-Sei, his hand moving to Mara’s tunic, deftly unbuttoning the woman’s top.



Not again, Mara thought to herself as she was unable to stop watching the Mandalorian from unbuttoning her tunic, revealing her form, bare stomach and the bra that cradled her ripe breast. Tugging off Mara’s shirt from her trembling shoulders and the sound of Mara’s whimpering in his ears, Lahn-Sei plucked at the woman’s bra, pulling the material away from her shivering melons. Mara clenched her eyes shut while the Mandalorian brought his prosthetic atmospheric rebreather to her light pink nipple on her left breast. A slim, green appendage that appeared to be a tongue lanced out from a small opening in the rebreather unit cupped to his face, dancing wildly over her nipple bud, making it stiffen reflexively with excitement that she didn’t feel.



As he licked each of Mara’s ripe, yet soft mounds, Lahn-Sei shoved his left gloved hand down Mara’s trousers, working his finger underneath her panties to finger and fondle the panting woman’s cunnie. Fight it, Mara. You did it with that filthy slug’s crap. You can do it again with this, Mara kept repeating unconsciously to her body. Fight it, damn it! Slowly, Mara’s shaking arms raised up and placed themselves against the Mandalorian’s armored chest and pushed at the groping Mandalorian warrior.



A bit perplexed and awed at the resilient defiance of the Jedi even with the command serum, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back as he straightened to glare down at the crying woman. “I must command you on your resistance, Jedi. Not many can overcome the serum, but I should’ve expected it from you. No matter.”



Picking the woman up, he threw her against the wall, causing her to bounce off and land with a loud thud on the metallic bunk. Tugging off his heavy, padded gloves and tucking them into his utility belt, Lahn-Sei grabbed the back strap of her bra and tearing it apart. Tossing the undergarment to the floor, he then reached underneath the Jedi and unfastened her beft, opening her tight fitting trousers, then jerking off the woman’s pants, leaving her with her panties and boots.



Lahn-Sei slapped Mara’s raised right buttock. “Take that, you nerf,” he growled.



Mara cried out in pain as the Mandalorian slapped her trembling buttocks again, then moved to the right ass check, and repeated the motion. He pounded the prone Jedi’a buttock's cheeks until they both burned a dark crimson hue.



“Don’t pass out yet, Jedi. I’m just getting started.”



Turning her so Mara’s scarlet ass hung over the edge of the bunk, he pulled her panties down to her knees. Positioning himself behind her, he ranked the perky cheeks apart and licked the sweet, pink, tender twat nestled within the Jedi’s musky crack. Mara grimaced as she fought the pleasure racing through her entire body as tears ran freely down her cheeks, her bare breasts shaking beneath her as Lahn-Sei lapped and sucked upon her swollen, hairless pussy, licking the juices beginning to trickle from her flushed love hole.



Lifting his face from the woman’s warm, moist snatch, he slapped her playfully on her bruised left ass cheek before walking around to the head of the bunk to secure both of Mara’s wrist with a pair of stun cuffs. After Mara’s wrist were tightly secured, the Mandalorian yanked back the woman’s head and slapped her hard across the face before returning to the foot of the metallic bunk, unbuckling his armored cod piece in the process. Clinging agilely onto the hard surface, he spread apart Mara’s creamy buttocks once more and languidly rubbed the swollen green tip of his cock over the Jedi’s gaping, dripping wet pussy.



“Oh, how much did I want to fuck a Jedi again after that Sia-Lan slut on Mandalore,” he whispered, pressing the head of his prick against Mara’s pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you hard, Jedi slut.”



Mara glanced over her shoulder and shouted, “Do whatever you want, you honor less scum.”



“Jedi women have no honor. Sia-Lan proved that when she squealed and begged for more again and again and again. Just like you will,” Lahn bellowed just before he shoved his meat deep into Mara’s tight cunt.



Mara squeaked shrilly, her upraised ass quivering as Lahn-Sei thrust into her slick pussy, impaling her harder and harder, driving to the hilt within the woman’s contracting fuck canal. They rocked together upon the metallic bunk, the Mandalorian warrior hugging the beautiful redhead’s slim waist, groaning with pleasure as he humped her faster and faster, their combined fluids spilling from their grinding crotches onto the slick, metal surface underneath them. Blood joined the thick vaginal fluids and semen running down Mara’s splayed, pale thighs, as she pressed her face to the hard surface of the bunk, unconsciously raising her ass bucking in time with Lahn-Sei’s steady humping.



With a sharp grunt Lahn-Sei climaxed inside Mara. Pulling out his spent, quivering member, a gash of white cream flowed out of Mara’s bruised cunt, splashing over the naked woman’s parted legs and puddling on the shiny surface of the bunk.



“Does the Jedi slut want more? I know you want more.”



Mara didn’t say a word as the Mandalorian pressed the dripping tip of his still hard cock upon the pink orifice of Mara’s bunghole. Biting down hard upon her trembling lower lip to keep from crying out, Mara failed as she cried out when Lahn-Sei penetrated her bung, spearing deep into her rectum, his strong arms wrapped around her hovering hips, holding her to him as he delved deeper into her raised ass, groaning with bliss as he sheathed himself inside her.



Rocking on hands and kness, Mara let her head sway between her bare shoulders, stomach clenched while the green-skin Mandalorian warrior bucked upon her aching rump, thrusting through her tight anus again and again, ever more relentlessly until he shot a second load of warm semen through her throbbing bunghole, the release of cum completely soaking her quaking ass after Lahn-Sei pulled his cock free from Mara’s violated sphincter and moved towards her dripping pussy again.

**********



Adjusting the controls, the streaking bluish white heaven shuttered for a brief second before becoming white lines and ending as distant white dots hanging in the void of black space. Checking the instruments, Solace Byjec verified their current position and then did a quick sensor scan for ion trails. You could never be too over alert in this job he had stated many of times to the youngest member of the group. Turning his helmet head, he stared at the young warrior woman through his T-visor. She had her mother’s beauty and her father’s fighting abilities.



He had taken her on at the request of her parents to gain experience before joining the Jatne Mando Yu’traat, or elite Mandalorian Commandoes that he had once been part of. He thought of all his fellow warriors and of the great battle between his people and the Republic towards the whining months of the Clone Wars. He held no disfavor and grudges to the victorious clone army or the Jedi that commanded them. It was a great battle which he had the honor of participating in such a legendary battle as it was becoming to be known as. He hoped that Kyra would someday have the honor of fighting in such a great conflict as that.



“Thyferra Space Control has identified us and granted us permission to land,” announced Kyra.



Nodded, he tried to rise Lahn-Sei on the internal comlink but received nothing. He frowned underneath his helemt. Unlike him and Kyra’s father, Hahk Lahn-Sei was a section leader of the Iviin’yc Ram’or Solus, or Fast Attack units during the great battle. Unlike Commandoes, Fast Attack Mandalorians were skilled at Hit-and-Run and small unit tactics and master warriors in the use of Guerrilla Warfare and forward recon. They were ruthless and fought without fear against the clone army and Jedi. There had even been rumors amongst the surviving Mandalorians that Fast Attack warriors had captured and raped numerous female Jedi during the Battle for Mandalore, but the account was unfounded since the only Fast Attack warrior to survive the battle was Lahn-Sei.



“Where is Hahk?” he asked.



“In the detention block with the prisoner,” answered Kyra.



Strange for him to be there. He normally never goes back there when transporting prisoners, thought Solace. “Get him.”



Raising from the co-pilot acceleration couch, Kyra made her way back to detention center that was located near the rear of the ship. She was surprised to find the door shut and locked. Figuring that Lahn-Sei had left and secured the prisoner center, she keyed the passcode and stepped back as the hatch opened to reveal a sight she never thought she ever see. Mara dug her palms into the pile of her clothing, her hips pumping as Lahn-Sei thrust deep into her cunt for what had to be the tenth time. The Jedi panted loudly, having finally given into her body’s pleasures, her breast jiggling and shiny from the layer of sweat that covered them. The Mandalorian slapped Mara’s sore ass cheeks with an open palm, rubbing her smooth, taut ass.



Kyra slipped to one side of the corridor, but couldn’t tear her gaze away from the wild scene inside. She watched as Lahn-Sei Mandalorian placed his left hand over Mara’s clenched stomach, pulling her up against her armored chest. Lahn-Sei’s hand roved over the naked Jedi’s body, caressing her flushed skin, squeezing her left tit painfully. Mara moaned, leaning against the Mandalorian’s armored body, her hands resting over his while he fondled her breast and rubbed her throbbing clit.



Lahn-Sei’s crotch slapped against Mara’s ass. His cock jabbing into her slick vagina. The Mandalorian ran his hot tongue down across her creamy right shoulder, causing Mara to bit her lower lip to stifle a groan of pleasure. The Jedi’s hips shivered helplessly, her pussy overflowing with her sweet honey. She let out a sudden cry as her body shuddered, her legs quivering while ecstasy spread from her cunt to her belly. Lahn-Sei grunted, spilling his seed to coat the interior lining of the Jedi’s vagina again.



Lahn-Sei pushed Mara onto her stomach. She lay limply upon the slick surface of the bunk, her sides heaving, sweat glistening over every inch of skin. “Jedi slut,” Lahn-Sei said, running his hand up Mara’s left leg, across the back of her thigh, and over her warm buttocks.



Seeing the Mandalorian standing up and refastening his trousers and securing his armor’s cod piece, Kyra slowly backed up into a darken service conduit. Glancing back at the prone woman, Lahn-Sei left her alone in the cell, reactivating the detention systems before leaving the room, Mara slowly sat up, not bothering to cover her nudity. The former Emperor’s Hand lowered her right hand to her crotch, gathering a droplet of Lahn-Sei’s cum that remained on her labia. She stared at the drop of semen, her eyes filling with hot tears as burning hatred began to flame deep within her.



“You’ll pay for that,” murmured Mara.

**********



Pausing on the other side of the detention center door, Lahn-Sei took two steps before suddenly turning to his right, his gauntlet hand flashing into the darken service corridor to grab a hold of Kyra’s armor. She let out a small shirk as he pulled her out into the open and towards him.



“What are doing back here. Didn’t I inform you to leave us alone?” he growled



Kyra shrugged off his grasp and stared directly back at him. “Solace sent me it get you.”



Lahn-Sei didn’t say a word for a moment. When he did, his voice was filled with malice, “Did you see anything?” When Kyra didn’t respond, he grabbed a hold of her again in a iron grip. “If you know what’s best you’ll keep that pretty mouth of yours shut or I’ll fill it with something that will.”



“Is that a threat?”



“A threat? Oh no, little one, I don’t make threats.” He landed a solid blow to her armored stomach that knocked the wind from her lungs, causing her to collapse wheezing to the deck. “I make promises,” he finished before stepping over her and headed for the bridge.





TO BE CONTINUED....