Star Wars: Tale of Darth Tremar

Chapter One – Awakening of Power

 

Coruscant

Jedi Temple

250 years after the Capture and Imprisonment of Tralin, also known as Darth Tremar

 

Iliyana stood naked in her small room in the Temple. Her wardrobe was open so she could admire her body in the full length mirror mounted inside the door. She let her eyes slid down the mirror, over her slightly more than a handful breasts, flat stomach and shaved pussy, her hands following just behind her eyes. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them lightly, toying with her nipples as she did so, sending a tremor of pleasure throughout her body. When her hands slid over her bare pussy, she rubbed her middle finger against herself, pausing for a moment before deciding not to insert it.

 

She let her hands drop to her sides, and began to get dressed, pulling on serviceable Jedi pants, tunic and robe, and neglecting both her panties and bra. She hated the restraining feel of both. She wrapped her utility belt around her waist, clipped her lightsaber onto it, and bound her thick red hair into a ponytail before leaving her room.

 

As usual, Iliyana wandered without purpose. She had been recalled from the Rim to the Temple, to be disciplined for her, as the Council called it, shocking displays of sexual enjoyment. Personally, she thought that made it sound far worse than it was. In five years on the Rim, she’d slept with perhaps four men, admittedly many times, but still...

 

Her unthinking footsteps carried her into the Archives, where she wandered for a time among the computers and displays. One pedestal held the mask of Darth Revan; another held the mask of Darth Nihilus. She moved past them. Ancient relics of the Orders history; unimportant figures in today’s society, but the Council still feared either could be reborn from a modern day Jedi.

 

She paused before a tall, full length display. Inside was a set of black robes, and suspended in fron of the robes was a double-headed lightsaber. She read the small plaque, and found that both had once belonged to Darth Tremar, a Sith Lord from almost two hundred years ago. He had been captured by Jedi Master Jeanne Stardream, but nothing of his sentence was mentioned.

 

She moved to an archival computer, and punched in his name, pulling up his history. Once a promising padawan, he fell to the Dark Side after a trip to Korriban, supposedly part of a four man cell sent to hunt down Terentetek sighted by the Republic on the surface.  His entire cell had been slain by the beasts, and only he survived by falling to the sway of Korriban’s dark pull.

 

Afterwards, he had formed a small Sith army, and struck dozens of Republic worlds, from Onderon to Kashyyk, seeking out the Terentek but never killing them. He seemed to be collecting them. Finally the Order had caught up to him in his fortress on Hurcha.

 

She frowned at the file. While it contained full holo-logs of his Trial, they contained no mention of his sentence. She went to one of the Archival Jedi, and asked her quietly what had happened to him. The young woman smiled at Iliyana. “He was put into cryogenic suspension, in the bottom of the Temple. I doubt very much that he’s still alive down there though. Even cryogenic freezers fail after so long.” The archivist bustled away, and Iliyana returned to her rooms to think.

 

Late the next day, as she was on her way back to her rooms after a long and arduous training day with several members of the Council, she stood in the lift that would whisk her away to the dormitories, but instead pressed the button for the lowest level the lift could reach. When it opened, Iliyana felt an immediate chill, and felt her nipples hardening from contact with her rapidly cooling sweat covered tunic. She stepped into the misty room, amazed that cryogenic freezers like this existed bellow the Temlpe itself. Long rows of coffin-like tables stretched as far as she could see, with only a rare gap to break the monotony.

 

She walked among them, pulling her thin robe close about her to try and stay warm. Each gap in the rows had an active ray shield over it, and a plaque n the floor. She scraped frost off of the plaques, noticing that some of these had been sealed for over six thousand years. She wondered if this is what happened to all Jedi who were captured and supposedly exiled from Republic space.

 

Would it be her fate if the Council decided they couldn’t rehabilitate her?

 

Finally, she found the coffin-like she had been looking for without really being aware of looking. She crouched before the release controls, and hesitated for only a moment. She had been a part of the Order her entire life, but still, she missed her family, and enjoyed all the pleasurable sensations the Order said she wasn’t allowed to have. The Sith, in fact everybody but the Jedi and a few monastic orders, had no qualms against pleasures of the flesh. She broke the seal and stepped back.

 

Super-compressed gas hissed out of release vents as the coffin slowly rose up from the ground. The ray shield remained in place as the coffin slowly lifted from the ground. Iliyana’s eyes slid across the frost covered chest of Tremar as it slid into sight. Her eyes drank in his muscled but lean torso, strong arms and legs, and she was jerked from her reverie when the table stopped moving with a metallic clank.

 

Tremar’s muscled chest took a single shuddering breath, and then another. His eyes fluttered open, and fixed upon hers. Iliyana drew a shuddering breath, captivated by the shifting blue haze of his eyes. She felt a tingling burst of pleasure run down her spine, and she could feel her body responding. She sucked in her bottom lip as Tremar turned his head from side to side, looking around. “Who... are you,” he asked in a dry, cracked voice.

 

Iliyana spoke slowly, hesitating slightly. “Ili... Iliyana Partan.”

 

Tremar’s eyes moved along her body, noting her stiff nipples poking against her tunic. “And you are a Jedi? Has my sentence been rescinded?”

 

“No, it hasn’t. I... freed you, in hopes of being taken away from Coruscant and the Jedi My Lord,” she blurted. It was a truth she had barely considered herself.

 

Tremar smiled faintly. “I will not be able to take either of us from here without both a lightsaber and the removal of the rayshields.”

 

Iliyana cast her eyes to the floor. “Your lightsaber, and robes, are in the Archives my Lord.” She looked up to the emitter of the ray shields, raised her left hand, and clenched it tight. The emitter crushed inwards as though gripped by an immensely powerful fist. The ray shields flickered, and failed.

 

Tremar drew a deep breath, and wrenched his arms and legs free, augmenting his physical strength with the Force. He brushed the remnants off of his arms, and stepped forward to Iliyana. He reached out one hand and cupped her chin, staring deep into her eyes. He sensed her resentment of the Jedi Order, and knew he could use it. “Shall we be going then?”

 

Iliyana nodded, feeling another electric thrill at his touch. She struggled not to moan as she grew wetter, and led the way to the lift she had used to come down here. “This lift isn’t far from Archives my Lord.”

 

As the lift doors hissed shut, Tremar nodded. “Excellent. From Archives we must go directly to the landing pad and get ourselves a vehicle.”

 

“I have access to the hangar my Lord,” Iliyana said, mentally recalling the lockcodes she’d been given on her arrival on Coruscant. She could go anywhere on the planet, but she couldn’t go off planet. The Jedi, however, stored their starships in the same hangar as their speeders. “There are a few small spacecraft there we can take.”

 

The lift reached the main floor, and Tremar, still half naked, nodded. “One will be sufficient.” The door opened, and Iliyana stepped out first, moving quickly through the thankfully empty halls towards Archives, followed by Tremar, who drew an aura of dignity and power around himself. When they entered Archives, he was ready. He strode directly to the case that held his robes and saber, and swept his arm to the side, shattering the glass and spraying it across the room, causing frightened shouts and screams. He pulled out his clothes first, pulled on his robe and handed the rest to Iliyana. She accepted the bundle without question, and as two Jedi rushed forward she stepped meekly aside.

 

Tremar spun, his lightsaber streaking out of the case in response to his manipulation of the Force. The forward end ignited in a blaze of brilliant ice blue energy, and it slammed into, and through, the chest of one of the Jedi. His eyes widened in shock, as he looked down at the new hole in his chest and the blood pouring out of it as he dropped to the floor, and collapsed backwards, creating a new pool of blood right there.

 

The second Jedi spun, and knocked his lightsaber away with an electric sizzle, but Iliyana, who had moved closer under the guise of aid, pressed her lightsaber against the Jedi’s back, and activated it, sending the blade burning through his chest and heart. She pulled her lightsaber free, and felt Tremar’s hand on her shoulder. It slipped down, tracing her spine and she shivered again. “Come. We have little time for pleasure here.”

 

Iliyana nodded, and began to run from Archives, followed by the sound of Tremar’s bare feet slapping on the marble floor as they raced down the halls to the hangar bay. From behind, she heard startled shouts and yells, but paid them no heed. She slapped the door panel, punched in her access code, and it hissed open. Tremar entered before her, his black robe billowing open behind him, revealing his bare chest and tight trousers. Two mechanics looked up at him, and then began to gasp for breath, clutching at their throats. Iliyana walked beside Tremar, her eyes flicking from ship to ship until she saw the one she’d hoped would be here. “My Lord, there,” she said, pointing at the ship. It was a small ship, designed as a courier vessel. It could be operated by one person, and carry five comfortably, and, unlike many of the small ships here, it had a decently powerful hyperdrive. She quickly explained this to him, and he nodded.

 

When they reached the ship, Tremar held out a hand to one of the now-strangled mechanics, and an access card slipped from his belt to Tremar’s hand. He slid it through the access slot, and the airlock hissed open. As Iliyana stepped on board, she heard a shouted challenge. The voice, a deep baritone, was familiar, and she tossed Tremar’s clothes onto a changing bench and bolted for the cockpit. She began to fire up the systems, running a shortened systems check, only the essentials. She glanced out the window and saw Jedi running for the ship, darting and dodging flying objects and bursts of lightning.

 

The lead Jedi was a bull of a man with a polished bald head. He held an over-long lightsaber in both hands, and he expertly sliced through objects and deflected lightning, moving in a straight line to the airlock. His name was Kaesar Caestol, and he was a life-term member of the Jedi Council as well as one of the most skilled Gaurdians the Order had seen since Jedi Master Kavar. Iliyana flicked a toggle, and tapped a control, pivoting two linked laser cannons in his direction. She pressed the firing pad, and the cannons began to unleash bolt after bolt of deadly energy. Kaesar rolled to the side behind a speeder, and Iliyana activated the thrusters, lifting the ship up. The hangar bays were closed, and Iliyana transmitted the codes to open it. The great door began to separate, opening slowly.

 

She pushed the throttle up, and the ship surged ahead. She glanced once over her shoulder, and saw Tremar gripping a bulkhead with one hand, working the remote airlock controls with the other. Their small ship slid through the doors, and Iliyana pushed the vessel higher, up into space, and switched from their thrusters to sub-light engines. She punched in a pre-programmed hyperspace course, a single jump to the gas giant of Yavin. The stars outside began to spin and the small ship rocketed away into hyperspace.

 

Tremar stepped into the cockpit, taking a deep breath. “Well done Iliyana Partan. You have an impressive array of skills.”

 

Iliyana smiled. “Not much to do on the Rim but pod-race, and most of the Jedi pilot their own ships from place to place.”

 

Tremar nodded, and shrugged off his black robe. “Yes, they do.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she bit her bottom lip again as his hand slid down under her tunic, and he was surprised to find her breast bare. He began to knead and squeeze her breast, eliciting a small moan from her. She leaned back into the chair, licking her lips as he rubbed and squeezed her breast. She rubbed her legs together and moaned again, encouraging him.

 

Tremar turned her chair, and tore open her tunic, ripping it in half and baring both her breasts. He knelt down and began to suck on her breasts, switching from breast to breast, biting and tugging her nipples as she moaned and squirmed in her chair, gasping for breath.

 

He pulled her pants down, and pressed his hand against her shaved pussy, rubbing and manipulating her clit, and then pressing one finger into her. She let out a loud gasp that turned into a moan as he began to push his finger in and out of her wet pussy. She squirmed more energetically, pushing her hips down on his finger. Without warning she lunged off of her chair, his finger sliding out of her, and pushed him to the deck. Her hands slid over his chest, and she spun, pressing her pussy against his face. Her hands scrabbled at his pants, and finally she tore it open with the Force, and took his hard manhood into her mouth, moaning with pleasure. She sucked on his head for a moment, and then began to bob her head up and down, sucking energetically, one hand sliding down to caress his balls. She took his cock as deep as she could, until her lips were pressed against the base, and its tip was in her throat. She moaned again, savouring his taste before coming up for air.

 

Tremar groaned as she began to suck him off, and he pushed his face into her sopping pussy, digging his tongue into her pussy, making her squirm and moan around his cock, the vibrations intensifying his pleasure. He groaned into her, and dug his tongue in deeper, pulling her into his face with both hands. Her body began to jerk and buck as she came on his tongue, moaning around his cock. He rolled her off of him, and slipped around to rest between her legs. She gazed up at him through lust-clouded eyes, and he pushed into her, sliding his cock deep into her drenched pussy. Her back arched as she felt him fill and stretch her walls. He grabbed her hips, and began to rock in and out of her, making her gasp and moan with each thrust. Her hands scrabbled on the deck as he continued to rock into her, picking up his pace, feeling his own orgasm coming on. He drove in to the base of his cock, burying himself in her pussy and groaned as he came, filling her with his seed as she came again, her pussy clenching and pulsing around him.

 

When Iliyana came down from her lust-induced haze, she found herself in one of the small cots in the crew cabin, still dressed in her torn tunic and soiled pants. She reached down between her legs, and pressed two fingers into herself, moaning softly as she dug for his seed, and brought her fingers out with their mixed juices. She licked them clean, and could taste his seed mixed with her own cunt juices. She stretched happily against the cot, glad to be free for the first time since she was about five years old.

 

 

Chapter Two – Business and Pleasure

 

Coruscant

Jedi Temple

2 Standard Days after the Escape of Darth Tremar and Iliyana Partan

 

The four Jedi Council members sat in their tower, facing each other. The holo-projector in the center of the room had finished playing an old, and classified, holo-recording, the trial and sentencing of Darth Tremar. Jedi Master Kaesar Caestol lounged back in his chair, arms spread wide over the back. His Jedi Robes, a plain and serviceable white, stretched tight across his heavily muscled chest. “It is obvious what Darth Tremar is. He’s as charismatic as Revan. He should have been stripped of the Force, and then frozen,” he said in his deep baritone voice.

 

Master Kadio, a Duros, spoke next. “Stripping the Force from a Jedi is not always a final solution. In the case of Kayl Redhand, he regained his Force connection.”

 

Historian Maj-Odo, one of two Cerean masters, spoke thoughtfully. “Kayl Redhand did not technically recover. He siphoned the Force from his Force Sensitive allies.”

 

Kadio shook his head. “It is still not always a permanent solution.”

 

Koyi Komad, a female Twi’lek, shook her head, her lekku twitching in agitation. “That is all ancient history. The question now is what do we do about it? Darth Tremar has escaped in an unmarked Jedi vessel, apparently with the aid of one of our own. Iliyana is impulsive, and enjoys the sensations of her flesh. With those two traits, she will be easy for Darth Tremar to manipulate.”

 

Kaesar sighed. “I doubt she is being manipulated. Her reactions were to smooth and fast to be the result of manipulation. Plus, our holo-records show her opening the freezer, and killing a fellow Jedi.”

 

Maj-Odo sighed. “I fear you are right Kaesar. Kadio, do you think that Darth Tremar will make for Hurcha?”

 

Kadio sighed. “It is unclear. He once had a fortress there right enough, but it has been abandoned for two and a half centuries now. I’m not sure what state it would be in, or if anything would be left to mark its location.”

 

“Regardless, we should have a Jedi Strike team check the planet out,” Koyi said, flicking one lekku over her pale green shoulder. “And not just once; at least once a month until we’re certain that they won’t return.”

 

Kaesar nodded thoughtfully. He was the only life-term member of the Council on Coruscant at the moment, and so his word, while not a deciding factor, carried weight. Koyi and Maj-Odo were both long-term members, and Kadio was a short-term member. They all exchanged glances, and nodded. Kaesar rose first. “I’ll lead the strike team. I’m best qualified for it, and I trained Iliyana to use her lightsaber.”

 

Nar Shadaa

Refugee Sector

3 Standard Days after the Escape of Darth Tremar and Iliyana Partan

 

Accompanied by elongated streaks of light, the vessel marked as Saviour returned to normal space. Sitting naked in the cockpit, Iliyana corrected for the spin of the ship, and guided it towards Nar Shadaa. She left her transponder offline, and headed to the Refugee Sector, sending a message to an old friend as she entered the atmosphere.

 

Tremar stepped into the doorway behind her, dressed in his black tunic, pants and robe. He eyed her nude form as she worked the controls, weaving through the building of the Smugglers Moon. Ever since they had escaped the Temple and he had torn her tunic open, she had refused to wear any clothing. She seemed to delight in her casual nudity, and he personally didn’t mind.

 

A beeping tone came across the commline, a sequence of rapid fire dots and dashes. Iliyana listed carefully, and adjusted her flight path. “I have an old friend here on Nar Shadaa. He’s a decent mechanic, and more importantly he can change transponder codes. We’ll be able to hide ourselves after this.”

 

Tremar smiled at her. “Figuratively speaking?”

 

Iliyana giggled. “Maybe.” With practiced skill, she turned Saviour, and guided it into a large, but nearly empty, hangar bay. Before she touched down, she manoeuvred the ship around so that the nose was facing the exit. The ship settled onto the landing struts, and Iliyana walked to her room, threw her belt around her waist, slipped into her Jedi robe and secured it from the collarbone to just below her pelvis, making sure she still had freedom of movement. The idea of going out naked below her robe was exciting, and she felt herself growing wet at the thought. She stepped into her boots, tied them up, and hurried after Tremar.

 

Tremar, meanwhile, was already on the lower deck, opening the airlock ramp. It hissed open, and he strode down the ramp, his eyes scanning the bay for any threat. Iliyana came down the ramp soon after, and flipped her hood up. “Over there Milord,” she pointed, “far side of the hangar. That hatch will lead to Larian’s office.”

 

Tremar nodded, and strode towards the hatch she had pointed out, but before he reached it, it opened of its own accord, and a young looking human stepped out. He was dressed in plain black trousers and a black leather vest. His chest was bare, and a heavy blaster hung at his hip. Tremar’s eyes also spotted the grips of two hold out blasters in the tops of his boots. The young man brushed a strand of reddish blond hair out of his eyes, and approached calmly, extending his hand to Tremar, who ignored it.

 

“Lord Tremar? Larian Naver, at your service. Ili tells me you need some work done on your ship, yes?”

 

Tremar nodded to the young man, who had lowered his hand. “The transponder requires changing, and the hyperdrive must either be fine-tuned or replaced. It is a class 3 hyperdrive, which is insufficient for my needs. The weapons and shields also need to be overhauled, and one of the cabins must be renovated into a meditation chamber. Will this pose a problem?”

 

Larian smiled at him. “Of course not milord, but it will take time. I’ll need to see which cabin you want renovated, as well as inspect the other systems. Until then, I don’t know how long.”

 

Tremar nodded. “Understandable. The cabin is on the top deck, portside aft. I intend to remain aboard ship, so you may find me when you know how long it will take.” With that, Tremar turned on his heel and re-entered the ship.

 

Larian whistled. “So, that’s a true Sith Lord huh? Impressive guy; doesn’t give away much about himself. Anyways, I need to get started. What are you going to do?”

 

Iliyana smiled at him. “I need to do a bit of shopping,” she said, and then impishly opened her robe wide. She saw Larian’s eyes go wide, and then an approving smile as he eyed her nude form. She pulled it closed before he got any ideas, and walked out of the bay, securing her robe again. She walked for hours through the crowded streets of Nar Shadaa, peeking into shops, and avoiding the areas she remembered as the most dangerous. She slipped into a small clothing store that she remembered as being run by the most honest people she had met on Nar Shadaa, meaning that while the owners were criminals, they did most of their work behind the scenes in a brothel.

 

She walked through the racks of clothing, selecting several different outfits, and then slipped into the changing room. She pulled off her robe and hung her belt, knowing the well hidden camera would be recording. She bent over with her back to it, giving them a nice view of her ass as she grabbed a pair of pants. She pulled them on and then a tight top. She tried on one of the half jackets she had grabbed. She examined herself in the mirror, nodded and stripped again.

 

This time, however, she stripped far more slowly, pulling the top up over her breasts, biting her bottom lip as she looked directly at the camera. She set the top aside and ran her hand down over her breasts, kneading them slightly, pulling on her nipples, opening her mouth slightly as she let out a quiet moan. She slid her hands around on her breasts, pressing her nipples around in circles before pinching them roughly and gasping at the lightning bolts of sensation that shot through her, imagining it was Tremar’s strong hands pinching her nipples. Her hands slipped down across her stomach, rubbing in circles, her eyes still locked on the camera, and she began to sway her hips as she pushed the pants down, the crotch sticking to her wet pussy. She slid a hand along herself, separating the fabric from her wetness, and then bent over again, presenting her ass and glistening pussy to the camera lens as she finished removing the pants.

 

Instead of straightening, however, she slid one hand down to her pussy, and braced herself on the bench with the other, and spread her pussy with two fingers, her thumb rubbing at her clit, making her gasp and moan. She pushed two fingers into herself with a long, drawn out moan, spreading her legs for better balance, and began to push the fingers into herself, moaning as she fingered herself in this cramped stall. Moments before she came, she pulled her fingers out, and turned to face the camera, letting them see her lick her fingers clean. She gave her hidden watchers an impish grin, and pulled a flashlight from her belt, then sat on the bench and spread her legs wide. She’d used it like this before. She slowly pushed the cold metal into her pussy, moaning louder and louder, no longer caring who heard as the cold metal violated her flesh. She began to stroke it back and forth, fucking herself with it, ramming it in harder and faster, groaning and moaning, her free hand clenching at her breasts. With a loud cry, she came, arching her back and covering the flashlight in her sticky juices.

 

When she came down from her orgasm, she slowly pulled the light out of her pussy, and then licked it clean, bobbing her head up and down along it as though it was Tremar’s cock. With a sucking pop, she pulled her lips off of the end, replaced it on her belt, and winked at the camera.

 

She casually tried on a few of the other outfits as though she had not just publically cum, rejected a few but kept most, and then redressed in the first one. She put her belt and boots back on, paid and left, slinging her robe about her shoulders.

 

Meanwhile, aboard the Saviour, Tremar sat at in the cockpit, using the holonets resources to see if he could find out what the Order might be planning. He ran a search on the ship, and found its transponder listed as a stolen vessel, and paid it no heed. That problem would be fixed soon enough. He ran a search on Hurcha, and found that there was a travel advisory. Apparently it had become a base for some kind of cartel. He sneered at the screen. If there was a cartel operating from his fortress on Hurcha, they would be in for a surprise when he returned. He turned his chair when he sensed Larian approaching. The young man, while respectful, showed no fear of dealing with a Sith Lord.

 

“Milord, I’ve completed my inspection. The hyperdrive will have to be replaced. The Jedi installed some kind of remote failsafe that, when activated, can melt the drive. They must not have had time when you left Coruscant, and I don’t know how to remove it,” the young mechanic consulted his datapad before continuing, “The weapons have only minor targeting miscalculations, and the shields I can strengthen by installing redundant generators. The transponder is easy to do, and remodelling the cabin will take the longest, but all in all, no more than a week until you’re able to leave.”

 

Tremar nodded slowly. “I will need another vessel then, a single pilot unit with a decent hyperdrive and combat abilities.”

 

Larian chewed his lip before responding. “I have a small one man fighter that I have heavily modified. While I perform the necessary work, you may use that.”

 

Tremar noted the lack of his title, but brushed it aside. “Very well then; I will leave as soon as the vessel is ready. When Iliyana returns, tell her she is not to leave Nar Shadaa until I return.”

 

Less than an hour later, Tremar, dressed in a borrowed flight suit, was underway. He plotted his course, using his astrogation skills, and then initiated the jump.

 

Churba System

Hurcha

Tremor Fortress – Western Wastes

5 Standard Days after the Escape of Darth Tremar and Iliyana Partan

 

The sleek fighter Tremar had borrowed from Larian emerged from lightspeed, and he quickly gained his bearings. Hurcha, its two moons and faint ring, was directly in front of him, and he scanned his radar for any signs of other ships. Larian’s fighter was obviously designed for small scale smuggling, with a chameleon skin system and radar deflection. Tremar guided the fighter down into the atmosphere, his scanners not detecting any other ships. He flew over the Western Wastes, the snow and howling winds familiar and comfortable. He passed over the site where his fortress had once stood, a pile of stone and durasteel. He manoeuvred around on thrusters, and touched down in the ruined courtyard. He grabbed a heavy jacket from behind the pilots couch, and pulled it on as the canopy slid forward to admit the screaming wind.

 

He dropped to the snow covered ground, and started inwards, his eyes and mind seeking any life. The great doors of his fortress where destroyed, and snow was piled deeply inside. He moved through it, following memories through corridors until he found the concealed entrance to the lower levels of the fortress. It slid open easily, fuelled by its own separate system, and he descended into the colder air, a coldness made all the more severe by the heavy breathing and shuffling from below. He paused, and activated his lightsaber.

 

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he smiled. An array of massive force shields, triple layered on redundant generators, lined the sides of two large reserves. Small chutes trapped unwary wildlife, funnelling them down here to make sure that his captives always had food. One creature walked up to the force shield, its massive twelve foot frame bristling with spikes, its eyes glowing like coals behind its embers and it moved smoothly on its clawed hands and feet. The beast remembers, Tremar thought, gazing at his Terenatek. Slowly, the other seven moved up on either side of him. He had not killed them, as the Jedi demanded. Instead, using the Force, he had subdued them, shattering their bestial minds, and reforming them into the tools he required. He smiled chilly, and spun on his heel. Hurcha would no longer be secure. The Jedi knew about this place, but not the Terenatek pens.

 

As he ascended the stairs, too narrow for one of the beasts, he considered alternatives, discarded planets too heavily populated before his thoughts brought him to a small planetoid he had discovered centuries ago.

 

Yes, it would be perfect.

 

He reached the surface, resealed the hatch and released a wave of force, hiding his foot prints as he exited to the courtyard. He climbed into the fighter, and lifted off the ground on his thrusters. He checked his sensors once more and the launched himself into space. As he crossed from the day side to the night side of Hurcha, a group of six fighters jumped in, and swerved towards the world. Tremar pulled up one of the ships profiles, and cursed. It was a Jedi fighter, which meant that he had either been followed, or they were being overly thorough. Regardless, he kept his course until they entered the atmosphere of Hurcha, and then made his jump into hyperspace, plotting a roundabout route back to Nar Shadaa.

 

Nar Shadaa

Refugee Sector

9 Standard Days after the Escape of Darth Tremar and Iliyana Partan

 

Iliyana stood at the entrance of the hangar, hands on her hips as she watched the sky, knowing Tremar was on approach. Finally, she spotted his borrowed fighter as it flew lower and lower, and approached the open doors. Iliyana stepped beneath Saviour as Tremar landed the snub nosed fighter, and waited until he powered it down and climbed out before approaching him. She gave him a firm hug, deliberately squishing her breasts into his chest and rubbing her crotch against his leg. “I missed you!”

 

Tremar returned the hug, and lifted his leg slightly, pressing into her, making her squirm more energetically. “And I you; what have you been up to while I was gone?”

 

Iliyana gave him a wicked little grin. “Nothing too bad. Just teasing people mainly Larian. The Saviour is ready to go. I helped out a fair bit with the heavy lifting.”

 

Tremar smiled at her. “That would help. Now, show me the ship.”

 

 

Chapter Three – Scouring of Cyprixxia

 

Nar Shadaa

Refugee Sector

1 Standard Day after Darth Tremar’s return from Hurcha

 

Iliyana stood in the cockpit of Saviour, running the pre-launch systems checks, skipping nothing. When they had left Coruscant, she had skipped almost the entire procedure, and risked blowing a vital system. Now, however, she stubbornly ran the entire thing.

 

Down the hall, Tremar was examining the meditation chamber in excruciating detail. The floor had been tiered up in five layers, leaving enough room on the top for a single person. In each corner, bolted to the ceiling on remote operated swivels, were large flat metal tables, each equipped with heavy leather straps, straps with built in electrical contacts. Mounted in the center of the ceiling, facing each table, were holo-recorders. Tremar mounted the short steps to the top tier, and sat down. He sealed the door with a flick of his hand, and dimmed the lights in the same way. He had already given Iliyana the co-ordinates for their destination, far outside the Outer Rim. His eyes drifted closed, and he drew long, deep breaths, drawing himself into a meditative trance.

 

As Iliyana finished the checklists, she heard a soft step behind her, and turned. Larian was there, standing in the door with a heavy duffel bag in one hand. “You left this behind the last time you were on nar Shadaa, said that it wouldn’t be wise to take them into Republic space. Since I doubt you will be any time soon, I thought you might want them back.”

 

Iliyana took the duffel from him and set it on the deck, crouched and opened it, and blushed. Inside the duffel were several different dildos and vibrators, along with a heavy wood case, and three or four different adult magazines. She closed the duffel, and stood. “Thanks Larian. When we get to wherever it is we’re going, and if Tremar allows it, I’ll find a way to get a message to you.”

 

Larian smiled. “I’d appreciate it. I still owe you a few favors, and I need to pay up. Let him know that if you need any more help, I’ll come running.”

 

Iliyana smiled warmly at him, and impulsively hugged him. “I will.”

 

Larian returned her hug, enjoying the press of her breasts against his chest, and then disengaged himself, and made his way out of the ship. As he walked down the airlock boarding ramp, the thrusters were already hissing, releasing thin streamers of coolants onto the stained durasteel floor. By the time he reached his office door, Saviour had already lifted off the ground, and started to slid out of the hangar bay. Moments later, it was gone, burning its sublight engines up into space.

 

Iliyana double checked the astrogation data Tremar had given her. It was a convoluted route, passing through several systems before reaching Tatooine, and then from there their course hurled them far outside the Rim to a system labelled as Cyprix. With a mental shrug, she reached over, and engaged the hyperdrive. She felt the new hyperdrive powerup, building up as Saviour accelerated, and then leapt into hyperspace.

 

Churba System

Hurcha  - Western Wastes

Tremor Fortress

3 Standard Days after Darth Tremar’s departure from Nar Shadaa

 

Kaesar stood in the center of the pile of stone and durasteel. Four of the other Jedi, each selected for their skill as pilots and combat experts, had ranged out through the building, while the fifth had gone to a nearby settlement of smugglers to see if any of them had seen a ship here.

 

Kaesar strode through the fortress once more, recalling details from the trial, and made his way to the central tower, where Jedi Master Jeanne had fought, ad captured, Darth Tremar. He had to admit that her strategy was ingenious. While Darth Tremar had struck at Republic settlements, killing tens of thousands in seemingly random attacks, Master Jeanne had trained an elite team of Jedi to fight Darth Tremar by emulating his fighting style, and conditioning their every reaction. He paused that the base of the tower, and saw that at some time it had collapsed to one side, creating a pile of stone.

 

He set one foot on a tumbled block and sighed softly. Unless his Jedi reported sign of Tremar or Iliyana, he would recommend discontinuing the patrols. There was simply nothing here for anybody to come back to, and it would take little time for Tremar to realize it.

 

Cyprix System

 Saviour

2 Standard Weeks after Darth Tremar’s departure from Nar Shadaa.

 

Iliyana sat in the cockpit, scanning the empty, lifeless space around Saviour. Aside from a few asteroids on the outer edges of the system, Iliyana saw nothing. She set a course for Xyth, the most promising planet in the system, engaged the autopilot, and then walked back along the corridor to Tremar’s new meditation room. She tapped the call button once, and then waited. Within moments, the door hissed open and she entered, hands clasped before her. “Milord, we have arrived in Cyprix. Our scanners aren’t detecting any signs of hyperspace travel or life in the system, and I have set course for Xyth.”

 

Tremar, sitting cross-legged on his meditation platform, looked up at her. His eyes, covered with that shifting blue haze, gleamed brightly in the light from the hall. “Very well Iliyana. I will be out in a moment.”

 

Iliyana gave a half-bow, and returned to the cockpit. She ran her sensors again, and found a blip. She homed in on it, and found traces of Cronau radiation, meaning a vessel had jumped to hyperspace. She disengaged the autopilot, and came about, starting an analysis of the ships path, and she heard Tremar approaching. “You changed course.”

 

“Yes Milord,” Iliyana replied. “I found Cronau radiation that wasn’t there when I spoke with you. The computer is analyzing the flightpath and trajectory now.”

 

Tremar nodded, and studied the readings. The radiation was close to an asteroid, one that had a familiar shape. He pointed at it through the cockpit window. “That one. I will fly the approach. Go and dress yourself for combat.”

 

Iliyana’s brows drew together, and slipped from the cockpit and to her cabin. She had moved her belongings to one of the larger staterooms and unpacked the duffel not long after they left Nar Shadaa. Her dildos and vibrators were set on her headboard, proudly displayed, the magazines were scattered on her low table and the wood case was in the center of the table. She stepped to her closet, and tugged her tight top over her breasts. The top was flung onto her bed, and she pressed her breasts together, and pinched her nipples. She wiggled happily, released her nipples and stripped off her pants and boots. Those joined her shirt on the bed, and she pulled out a pair of black leather pants, shirt and her Jedi robe. She had dyed the robe black to match Tremar’s.  She pulled on her boots and belt, clipped her lightsaber to her belt and walked to the open case. She unlocked it with her thumbprint, opened the lid, and pulled out a heavy blaster that Larian had custom built for her, along with her leg holster.

 

When she returned to the bridge, Tremar said nothing about the blaster. Most Force users sneered at carrying one, believing that the Force and a lightsaber gave them a powerful edge, but Iliyana knew that a good blaster could come in handy. This one had a second barrel, with a small diameter, but instead of the usual chamber, it was set with an ion-pulse chamber, designed to fry any electronic system it struck. She glanced out the window, and saw the surface of the asteroid approaching, along with a set of blinking buoys. “Milord, what is this place?”

 

“Cyprixxia. I found it shortly before I left the Order. Once, it contained a large amount of valuable ore, and resided in the Bilbringi system. When the minerals were depleted, some enterprising group of smugglers or pirates reinforced the mining tunnels and put in a system of powerful repulsor engines to move it in system, as well as a series of hyperspace engines. That rock has the same movement capabilities as a capital ship, and it will be the perfect base. First, however, we must get rid of the current inhabitants.”

 

Iliyana nodded as Saviour entered the massive hangar. Several other ships were there, and Tremar deftly landed between a pair of cobbled together freighters. He lead the way to the lift, and Iliyana followed, flicking up her hood. The airlock ramp was already lowered, and they walked down it.

 

Two Gamorreans shuffled towards Saviour and Tremar raised one hand, palm out. Densely compacted air hammered into the Gamorreans, throwing them back with enough force to shatter  their heads against the far wall, leaving bloody smears of brain on the wall. Shouts and screams erupted from other people in the bay, and the air became alive with blaster bolts. Iliyana spiralled away from Tremar, her lightsabers bronze blade igniting in a comforting snap-hiss. She whirled the blade about her body, responding to the urgings of the Force to intercept and deflect the blaster bolts. While she had never been overly skilled in returning bolts, she had always been remarkably skilled in deflecting them. Her free hand drew her blaster, and she unleashed precise shots, guided by the Force to find and strike down her targets.

 

Tremar, on the other hand, whirled his ice blue lightsaber about himself in the same kind of deadly whirlwind as Iliyana, but nearly every blaster bolt he intercepted returned to its point of origin, until the hangar fell deathly silent. No groans escaped the fallen, and Iliyana and Tremar stepped into the halls. The mining tunnels had been covered with heavy durasteel plates, graceless but effective. They stalked through the halls, the disorganized smugglers and thieve unprepared for such an attack.

 

Within hours, Iliyana and Tremar were the only ones left alive on the asteroid. Standing in the blood spattered control room Iliyana took deep breaths, her breast heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The fight through the halls had been exhilarating, and her body was riding that adrenaline high. Tremar was working the central droid controls, setting the maintenance droids to begin clearing out the dead and injured. Both would be piled into airlocks, which would then sealed on this side, and opened to the vacuum of space on the other. While Tremar started that, Iliyana moved to the flight controls, and pulled up the astrogation charts. She was amazed to find a mass of pre-plotted hyperspace jumps, from here to many systems in the galaxy. She called to Tremar, and showed him the mass of jumps. The blue haze in his eyes flared brighter. “This is an excellent start.”

 

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “A start to what milord?”

 

Tremar smiled. “You will see. First, we must return to Nar Shadaa. We will need your friend Larian’s expertise to modify part of the ship to hold my pets, then to Hurcha to collect them. And after that, well, we will see.”

 

Iliyana nodded as Tremar activated the pre-plotted course for Nar Shadaa. The asteroid’s massive repulsor engines came alive, and the hulk of rock slid through space to a pre marked point, and then launched itself into hyperspace.

 

Later that night, Iliyana lay writhing on her bed in her stateroom, moaning loudly, shoving one of her dildos deep into her pussy, twisting it about with every thrust, groaning and moaning. She rolled over onto the floor, bending over the bed with her ass thrust into the air, and slowly pulled the dildo out of her pussy, then rammed it back in. She was so caught up in her lust that she didn’t hear her door open, or Tremar slip up behind her. Her eyes went wide with surprise when she felt something pressing against her sphincter. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Tremar grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto his thick cock. She let out a tortured groan as he pushed dry into her ass, a groan that became a lusty moan once he was past her initial tightness.

 

As Tremar began to slowly press in and out of her ass, Iliyana began to press the dildo in deeper, matching him thrust for thrust, her eyes rolling up in her head as she was fucked by both her dildo and Tremar. Her body began to shake, and she slid over the edge into orgasm, held up by Tremar’s strong hands and his member still thrusting in and out of her ass. Her breath left her in a long moan, but Tremar didn’t stop. Instead, he slid his arms under her, and lifted her up, letting her slide down onto his cock. She moaned once more as he began to bounce her up and down, enjoying the sensation of her tight ass gripping his cock with each thrust, and bouncing the dildo free of her soaked pussy.

 

Soon, Iliyana was whimpering again, and had one hand rubbing her clit hard and fast, getting closer to an orgasm. Just before she could cum, Tremar stopped thrusting, and pulled slowly out. She mewled in confusion, and he tossed her on the bed, climbed atop her and drove himself deep into her pussy. She screamed as he began to hammer himself into her deep and hard, and she grabbed at his back, wrapping her legs around him waist to pull him deep. With mingled groans, they came together, and then collapsed into a heap of mixed juices and tangled limbs on the bed.

 

 

Chapter Four – Start of a War

 

Cyprixxia

In Orbit Around Nar Shadaa

 

Tremar stood in the nerve center of Cyprixxia, the reprogrammed droids moving around him, keeping the station in a stable orbit. Iliyana was preparing to depart for the Refugee Sector to collect Larian, and he had opted to remain aboard to keep an eye on the station. In the return journey from Cyprix, he and Iliyana had discovered much about the station. Parts of it had been modified into large scale holding bays, others into torture chambers.

 

A small signal lit up on the main panel, one of the commlines he and Iliyana had set aside for their private use, and Tremar touched it, opening the line on this end. “Yes Iliyana?”

 

“I’m ready to depart milord. Do you have any other instructions for me before I depart?”

 

“Be watchful. I doubt the appearance of this station has gone unnoticed, and it is possible the Jedi are here seeking us,” Tremar replied, his voice stronger than it had been before from continued use.

 

“Yes milord. Saviour departing now.” Iliyana clicked off her line, and Tremar watched on holo-cams as the ship lifted off the ground and smoothly backed out of the hangar, spun about and streaked down to the planet. His brow furrowed. Even with the teeming life on the moon below making it hard to sense anything specific, let alone a Force Sensitive, he sensed something was wrong.

 

Nar Shadaa

Refugee Sector

 

Iliyana piloted Saviour down into the teeming sky lanes of Nar Shadaa, weaving through other vessels without concern. She had called ahead to warn Larian of her impending arrival, telling him that they needed to talk. She slowed as she approached his hangar, slightly startled to see the bay doors closed. She opened her commline to his hangars frequency. “Saviour, to Bay 630058, requesting access for landing, do you copy?”

 

No answer came across the commline, but the hangar door began to roll open. Iliyana frowned. It wasn’t like Larian to leave her call unanswered. She brought the ship in for landing, scanning the hangar with her eyes. It looked much the same as it had the last time she had been here, a little dirtier perhaps, but essentially the same, yet something was different. She landed the ship, and programmed it to only open from an interior command, then descended to the main ramp. She checked her blaster and lightsaber under her black robe, and then lowered the ramp. She descended cautiously, her eyes flicking around, searching for answers as she crossed to Larian’s office, one hand resting on the butt of her blaster.

 

The door opened at her approach, and she found Larian asleep in his chair. She let out an irritated sigh, and gave him a shove. With a startled curse, he toppled out of his chair, and landed hard on the floor. He blinked several times. “Ili! I was waiting for you, must have dozed off.”

 

Iliyana rolled her eyes. “Yea, you did goof. I guess you got my message then.”

 

Larian nodded, eyeing her in her tight black clothes with an appreciative grin. “I did, and it looks like you’re sending another right now.”

 

Iliyana laughed in spite of herself. “Maybe I am, but I need to ask you something. How attached are you to Nar Shadaa?”

 

Larian stood and dusted himself off. “Not very much; It pays the bills, but the expense of doing business here is horrendous.”

 

“Well, Lord Tremar and myself are in need of a good mechanic to take care of a station we’ve recently come into possession of, if you’re interested,” she said, turning slightly and giving him a clear look.

 

Larian laughed. “How can I refuse such a pretty lady?” He stepped closer to her, and took her hand, then kissed it. “Larian Naver, at your service.”

 

Iliyana laughed and pulled her hand free from his, then stepped up very close to him, smelling his odours. “Mmmm, at my service hmm? And what services shall I have you perform,” she asked with an impish cast in her eye.

 

“I am available for whatever you require,” Larian said, sliding one arm around her waist, and started to open her shirt with the other. Once it was opened, he slid his hand along her smooth skin, to her braless breast and began to squeeze it, kneading it harder and harder, tugging on her nipple, twisting it, encouraged by the moans and groans of pleasure that escaped her lips.

 

Iliyana slid her hands down into his pants, and found his stiff cock, pre-cum already making the head slightly sticky, and she giggled. “Had a bit of a naughty dream did you,” she asked, and began to stroke his cock, slowly at first, and then with increased speed. She twisted her hands when she crossed his head, and saw and felt his body shivered and his knees buckle. By now, both of his hands were working on her breasts, and she wanted more.

 

As she grabbed one of his hands, intent on guiding it to her crotch, she paused, something intruding on her senses. She stepped away, pulling her hands out of his pants, gasping when Larian didn’t immediately release her nipples. Her eyes darted from door to door, looking for whatever it was that had disturbed her, looking with her mind and the Force as well as her eyes.

 

Then she saw it. One of the doors was beginning to turn a cherry red around the edges. Either a cutter, or a lightsaber, and neither were good signs. “Grab your gear, hurry. Get anything you want to keep onto Saviour now!”

 

Larian leapt into action. He had seen Iliyana respond like this before, and didn’t question it He slapped his hand on a row of switches, and heavy emergency blast door slammed down over every door leading outside. Another switch activated his droids, and yet another brought up the platform with his fighter. Iliyana stepped into the launch bay, leaving her shirt open. She activated her lightsaber, taking comfort in the bronze light of the blade, and flicked her free hand at Saviour, lowering the main ramp as Larian’s droids approached, each carrying a bag or heavy looking box. They trundled up the ramp, and Iliyana kept her eye on the doors.

 

The blast doors were beginning to glow cherry red now, all of them. The Jedi spread out, to hit us from all sides, Iliyana thought. One of the presences she felt was familiar, and she felt a tremor of fear. Kaesar was no Jedi to be trifled with, and his Mandalorian heritage gave him an added edge in battle. He was fearless where death was concerned.

 

She chewed her bottom lip, and started towards Saviour’s access ramp as she saw Larian running to his fighter. Its engines were already humming, and his droids had obviously been getting Saviour ready as well. Thruster gasses hissed down, forming thin white pillars that she walked between as she ascended the ramp. She turned off her lightsaber, and broke into a run for the lift. Instead of waiting for it, she leapt to the second level, aided by the Force, and then ran to the cockpit. She jumped over the droid and lifted off as the emergency doors gave way. Four Jedi ran into the room as Iliyana backed Saviour out of the bay, pulling in the landing gear and starting to close the main ramp, and two of the Jedi ran towards her, leapt with powerful Force assistance, and made it inside. She cursed, and set a course for Cyprixxia, telling the droid she had jumped over to land them safely. She felt the main ramp seal, and drew her lightsaber again. The corridors of the ship weren’t very wide, so she walked to the lift, drew a deep breath, and stepped into the open air.

 

She rolled when she hit the floor, and darted for the cargo bay, ignoring the humming swings of lightsabers behind her. The cargo bay doors opened at her approach, and she ran inside, spun and backed to the center of the room, stripping off her robe and shirt, deliberately leaving herself bare breasted, her breasts gleaming in the ships lighting.

 

The two Jedi entered, one man and one woman. They ignored her semi-nude form, and spread out like great hunting cats. Each held their lightsabers in the Makashi form, best used against lightsaber wielding foes, and Kaesar’s favourite style. Iliyana smiled at them, and spun her lightsaber into the Shii-Cho form. She identified the Jedi by assigning them the colors of their lightsaber blades. Blue, the male, stepped to her left while Green, the female, moved to her right. Iliyana feinted at Green, whirled out and struck at Blue. Their lightsabers met with a humming crash, and she aimed a kick at his knee. He twisted to avoid the kick, and spun away. Iliyana spun in the other direction, whirling her lightsaber to deflect Green’s. The lightsabers crashed together and came apart, and Iliyana found herself facing them on the same side. She was grinning now, enjoying herself. Blue leapt at her, swinging his lightsaber in a wide arc, and Iliyana stepped back, letting the lightsaber impact the deck, watching it as it jarred to a stop. She jumped back in, and delivered a crushing kick to his throat. He fell back from the force of the kick, and Iliyana pulled his lightsaber into her hand.

 

She spun both lightsabers about herself easily. While one was her preference, she was fully proficient in dual wielding. “Ah, a word of advice hun, the decks and bulkheads are made of a durasteel cortosis alloy. Completely impervious to lightsabers,” Iliyana said sweetly, stepping over Blue’s still body. She felt a change in the way the ship moved, aware that it was no longer under its own power. Either they had been caught by Cyprixxia’s landing assistance, or the Jedi had a Republic Cruiser with them. Either way, she had to end this soon. She leapt at Green, whirling like a bronze and blue dervish, driving her back to the fore most point of the hold. Green’s defence was masterful, giving ground grudgingly, deflecting both lightsabers, never stopping them, always redirecting them. When Iliyana spun to the side, narrowly avoiding a thrust from Green, she kicked once, expertly striking the back of Green’s knee, causing her to sink to the deck on one knee, and activated the ray shields for that corner.

 

She kicked Green’s lightsaber away, then crouched in front of her, taking deep breaths. “You fight well, but this ship was always less a courier and more a transport for unruly Jedi, and prisoners. But don’t worry,” Iliyana said, and then realization hit her, and she giggled. “I know you, don’t I? Reanne Ren Doris isn’t it? Yes, you were Kaesar’s Padawan, after myself.” Iliyana stood up and putting away the two lightsabers she held, and then pulling Green’s across the deck and up to her belt. “Your fate is not death. Not today.”

 

Tremar stood in the hangar bay of Cyprixxia, watching as Saviour was pulled in by the tractor beam. He held his deactivated lightsaber in one hand, and he was tensed, ready to leap into the ship the moment the hatch opened. Nearby, Larian had just finished setting down his fighter. The canopy cracked open, and he hauled himself out, pausing just long enough to retrieve a heavy blaster rifle from behind the pilot couch. He sprinted over to Tremar, and slid to a stop as Saviour touched down on its extended landing gear. With a hissing rush of coolant, the vessel began to power down, and the main hatch opened. With a smooth and casual pace, Iliyana descended the main ramp, naked to the waist, her nipples stiff and her cheeks flushed. “Milord Tremar, we have an unexpected guest. Reanne Ren Doris, a Consular of the Jedi Order.”

 

Tremar gazed up the ramp, a faint smile coming across his mouth. “Is that so? What an interesting turn of events this is.” He pulled a commlink from his belt, and keyed it open. “EnDee One, set a hyperspace course for the Churba System, the planet Hurcha. Make it roundabout, and jump when ready.” He turned his blue hazed eyes to Larian. “Larian, come with me please. There is a significant modification that must be made before we arrive at Hurcha.”

 

Larian nodded, and they both left, Larian slinging his rifle over his shoulder as Iliyana stepped back aboard. She activated a small droid with a ray-shield emitter, and it followed her into the cargo hold where Reanne sat cross legged, meditating. From the doorway, she examined Reanne, paying closer attention than she had when they were fighting. Her hair was a sun streaked black, cut in a tomboy style. Her face was a delicate oval, her nose continuing the smooth unbroken line of her forehead. Her skin was tanned, which coupled with her hair suggested she was from a desert world, Tattooine perhaps. Iliyana touched a control on her datapad, and the droid cast another ray shield onto Reanne, and the main one de-activated. She smiled sweetly at Reanne. “I want to show you something. Come with me.”

 

Reanne raised an eyebrow at Iliyana. “And if I chose to sit here?”

 

Iliyana smiled. “Then your future is measured in moments, and not minutes.”

 

Reanne sighed, and stood up. Iliyana led the way out of the cargo bay and across the hall way to the door of a small stateroom. She turned back to Reanne, still wearing her cheery smile. “Strip.”

 

Reanne’s eyes widened as she blushed furiously. “Excuse me?”

 

Iliyana’s smile didn’t waver. “Strip, Reanne. Take off all of your clothes, and hand them to me. I know just how many pockets a Jedi outfit has, and how many tools and tricks tend to be in those pockets. You are a prisoner of Darth Tremar, make no mistake of that. This ship is manned only by droids, so you can’t persuade them to release you with the Force. I don’t intend to let you reprogram them with any tools either.”

 

Reanne was still blushing as she fought for a moment, torn between the desire to try and attack Iliyana, despite knowing she was confined to the ray shields, and simply obeying, despite the embarrassment. Finally, she sighed and her shoulder slumped. She stripped off her robe, dropped it to the floor at her feet, and unclipped her belt. That joined the robe on the floor, followed soon by her tunic and pants. She stood, shivering in the corridor, and stepped out of her boots. “There. Can we go inside now?”

 

Iliyana ran her eyes over Reanne’s body, noting the way she held her hands and arms over her breasts and crotch for modesty. “Not yet. Lose the bra and panties too.”

 

Reanne’s blush grew deeper, and she unclipped her bra, and dropped it to the ground, then bent and primly removed her panties. Iliyana licked her lips. Reanne’s breasts were noticeably bigger than her own, and her mocha brown nipples stood stiff in the chilled air of the hall. Her pussy was hidden by a small tuft of black hair, both quickly covered by Reanne. Iliyana opened the door, and waved her inside. Reanne darted inside, leaving a pile of clothes on the deck as Iliyana activated a room wide ray shield, blocking Reanne’s connection to the Force. The door, as well, could only be opened from the outside, by two handprints. Iliyana smiled into the room at Reanne. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

 

Meanwhile, Tremar walked into the deeper levels of Cyprixxia, accompanied by Larian. “This area, according to the schematics, used to be used for the handling of highly unstable materials. It already has a set of double layer shields. What I need is a third layer installed before we reach Hurcha. When Iliyana and I obtained Cyprixxia, there were a few heavy cargo haulers in the hangar bay. We will use one of those to bring aboard my eight pets. After that, it would be unwise to come down here without myself or Iliyana, once I have taught her the mental keys to controlling my pets.”

 

Larian nodded, running his eyes across the facilities. The span of the shields wasn’t overly large, but he could see the engineering challenge in it. “I’ll have the few droids we managed to salvage start right away Lord Tremar.”

 

Later that night, Iliyana lay reading in her stateroom on Saviour. She had considered moving to one of the executive suites on Cyprixxia, but reconsidered when they had captured Reanne. Her eyes moved across the datapad, reading on the various methods used in the past by the Sith to convert Jedi. Darth Revan had used subtle stresses and tensions, where Darth Malak had preferred outright torture, as indicated by the report of Bastila Shan. She had an idea though, that might make it less painful and far more pleasant. She slipped off her bed, and activated one of the ray droids, programmed its actions and headed, naked, to the meditation chamber. The droid entered Reanne’s quarters, where she was awake, meditating until it encased her in a ray shield. It began to herd her, bumping her with the edges until she walked where Iliyana wished. Reanne moved up to the second deck, and then back to the meditation chamber.

 

When Reanne entered, she averted her eyes from Iliyana’s naked body, eliciting a wicked giggle from Iliyana. “Really Reanne, we’re both girls. Why so shy? I saw you naked, and thought I should return the favour.”

 

Reanne said nothing, but kept her gaze firmly averted. “Very well then,” Iliyana sighed, and with a precisely judged blast, she threw Reanne into one of the corner tables. The ray droid floated up to the ceiling, where it remained steady on the darker girl. Iliyana walked over, and bound Reanne spread eagle on the table, then smiled wickedly at the other girl. “Let's see how long you can hold out against me hmm?”

 

Reanne struggled, writhing about, trying to break free of her bonds, but without the Force, she was simply an athletic girl. Iliyana climbed up on top of her, ignoring the fact that she was now trapped as well, and pressed her smaller breasts into Reanne’s larger ones, rubbing their nipples together, brushing them back and forth. She sighed with pleasure, then slid down and took one of them into her mouth, sucking on it, playing her tongue across the hard little nub. Reanne let out a gasp that turned to a low moan when Iliyana sunk her teeth into it, tugging on her nipple.

 

Iliyana released it with a grin. “Ah, you like that do you? Well, you can have as much as you like.” She bent back down and began to suckle and bite once more, running one hand up to Reanne’s other breast as she slid her legs apart, and started to rock up and down Reanne’s leg, grinding her pussy into Reanne. Her other hand slipped down and started to rub and caress Reanne’s pussy, thumbing her clit and poking at her tight entrance.

 

Reanne moaned and groaned, fighting the sensations her body was giving her. Iliyana was obviously no stranger to making love to another woman, and Reanne felt her defences weakening, especially when Iliyana’s teeth sunk into her sensitive nipple. Then Reanne let out her moans, and tried to twist away, which only caused Iliyana to pull with her teeth, increasing her pleasure all the more. Reanne could feel an orgasm building, and finally gave in to the lust, grinding her body around, lifting her hips as best she could, gasping for breath as her orgasm drew nearer.

 

Iliyana felt Reanne give in, and, with exquisite timing, she pulled away to the edge of the ray shield watching as she panted and squirmed, letting out a low, pitiable whine of a denied orgasm. Her eyes found Iliyana, and pleaded for release, but Iliyana just smiled. “Not today, Reanne. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll let you cum, but today you just get to think about it.” With a cheerful smile, Iliyana stepped out of a well timed flicker of the ray shields, and slipped out the door. As it slid shut behind her, Reanne, still bound to the table, let out another whimper, wishing she would come back and finish the job.

 

 

Chapter Five – War

 

Cyprixxia

Churba System

Hurcha

 

Iliyana stood beside Tremar, deep below the surface staring at the massive teraneteks on either side of the powerful force shields. Each seemed restless, stirring and striding away, only to return moments later. Beneath his hood, Tremar smiled faintly. “They sense that the time of their release is fast approaching. These will be our shock troops, inserted first onto worlds where the Jedi presence is minimal. We have no time for the training of our own, and so must break and turn Jedi to our cause.”

 

Iliyana frowned slightly. “What is our cause Milord?”

 

“We use the Dark Side to carve out a small portion of the galaxy for ourselves, outside of the control of both the Republic and Jedi. Because of our so-called crimes, the Jedi will hound us until they believe us either dead, or vanished from known space.”

 

Iliyana’s eyes widened slightly as her mind made a predictive jump, from one fact to another and another. She smiled at her Lord. “I serve as you require Milord,” she said sweetly.

 

Tremar chuckled, seeing how Iliyana had put together a small part of his plan, not yet realizing the full price that of his plan. He raised one hand, and a section of the roof behind to force shields caved in, revealing momentarily blinding white light, and then the drifting snow, swirling around the heavy cargo hauler they had brought down from Cyprixxia. Tremar laid on hand on Iliyana’s shoulder. “Watch, with your mind as well as your eyes, and see how to control them.” He sent out his thoughts, woven in a specific pattern with the Force, and the effect it had on the four Terenatek on the exposed side of the pen was immediate. Each straightened, and then made their way to the hauler, where they would board the aft ramp, and then sit down in a neat row. He looked at Iliyana. “Select one, and try.”

 

Iliyana looked at the remaining Terenatek, and focused on it, recalling Tremar’s weave, and inserting her commands. When it struck the Terenatek, it looked about in confusion, and then, almost shyly, did a handstand, and then lifted one massive arm off the ground. Tremar laughed. “A frivolous command, but it does demonstrate that you have the ability. They will all be docile around you now.” He flicked his hand and the heavy shields shut down, and, with another thought-burst, the Terenatek joined the others on the ship, followed by Iliyana and Tremar.

 

When they docked at Cyprixxia, using a bay linked to the new holding pen, Tremar dropped the aft ramp, and the Terenatek calmly filed out into their new home, stocked with meat and water. The heavy blast door ground closed, and Iliyana and Tremar moved toward the navigation deck. “How is Reanne coming along,” Tremar asked.

 

Iliyana giggled naughtily. “Quite well. She’s exceptionally sensitive in her ass. I should get back to her soon, I left her with a vibrator in there, and she’s likely made quite the mess all over that table.”

 

Tremar chuckled. “Is she ready for the next step?”

 

“Adding a male? Soon I’d say. Once she’s come to love that, we can see if she wants to go back to the Order.”

 

“You may proceed then,” Tremar said, turning to the navigation bridge, and leaving Iliyana to run back to Saviour. She flew up the boarding ramp, then the lift, and then down the hall to the meditation room. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and compose herself, and then stepped into the room. Reanne was still bound to the table, squirming against her restraints and the vibrating dildo in her ass. Iliyana walked slowly towards her, noting the way the darker woman’s eyes locked onto hers the instant she stepped into the room. She swayed her hips seductively as she walked closer, and closer. The room was filled with the heady scent of lust. She ran her hand along Reanne’s body, caressing her face and then down to her breast. She rubbed Reanne’s stiff nipple with her palm, moving in circles, hearing her whimper and moan. With a smile, Iliyana pinched one nipple, then the other, and slipped her hand lower. Reanne moaned louder, gyrating her hips, wanting the release that Iliyana had denied her for the entire day by keeping the vibrator pushed almost far enough into her ass to fully stimulate it, and by keeping it set just low enough to avoid letting her cum. Reanne moaned again as Iliyana’s fingers touched her swollen clit. “Please... please... let me..... me cum....” she panted huskily, gazing into Iliyana’s eyes.

 

Iliyana smiled. “Why should I do favors for a Jedi,” she asked, rubbing Reanne’s clit lightly, teasing it. She took pity when Reanne’s eyes teared up, and bent down to lick and nibble on the sensitive piece of flesh, one hand pushing the vibrator deeper into Reanne, and turning up the speed. Reanne twisted and cried out, her hips arching as she came, squirting with the force of her orgasm. Iliyana felt the liquid hit her chest, soaking her top, and quickly clamped her mouth over Reanne’s waterfall orgasm, swallowing as much as she could.

 

When the flow finally stopped, Iliyana raised her head, looking into Reanne’s tired eyes. She slid up her sweaty body, and kissed her passionately, letting her last mouthful of Reanne’s cum flow back into her. Reanne swallowed greedily, anxious for any kind of contact. When they separated, Iliyana smiled at her. “Hmmm, maybe I’ll make a gift of you to Lord Tremar. He can always use a good slut.”

 

Reanne’s lust clouded eyes cleared slightly, and her expression became somewhat hopeful. Iliyana knew then that she had her. These sensations of lust and pleasure would keep Reanne close. The Order would never be able to cure her of the desires. “If I switch off these ray shields and remove the restraints, will you try and run away,” Iliyana asked, slowly pulling the vibrator out of Reanne’s ass, making her arch her back and moan again and she let out a long, quavering no.

 

Iliyana released the restraints and shut down the ray shields. “All controls on this vessel are voice encoded, except for the controls in the stateroom across the hall. Those will be your quarters for now. You will find clothes and a vibe shower. Make use of them. When Lord Tremar wishes to see you, he will send either an astromech or myself. Be ready at any time,” she said, and stepped aside.

 

Reanne slowly picked herself up off the table, and walked on wobbly legs to the door. It opened as she passed though, and the door across the hall admitted her just as easily. When the door closed, Iliyana walked to her quarters and changed into a different outfit, putting her cum stained outfite, from as much of her own as Reanne’s in an auto-launderer.

 

On the Navigation Deck, Tremar guided Cyprixxia away from Hurcha, studying the newly updated astrogation charts. He scanned through the holonet as well, searching the inter-planetary news, as well as public shipping manifests, searching for the patterns that would lead him to an excellent first target. He narrowed his list, removing astrogation lines from Hurcha as he did so. Finally, he smiled. “EnDee, set course for the Rim, a world by the name of Antazi.” He leaned back in his chair, his blue-hazed eyes staring at the ceiling. He required production facilities, as automated as he could obtain, and as remote as possible. If his suspicions were right, then Antazi would be perfect.

 

Cyprixxia began to slide through space, and hurtled into the void.

 

Coruscant

Jedi Temple

 

Jedi Master Kaesar Caestol spun in a tight circle on the training floor, his overlong emerald green lightsaber humming as it sliced the air, carving a shimmering path as he practiced, deflecting blaster bolts from training drones and re-programmed training droids that leapt at him with copied lightsaber skills, copied from himself. He slapped the blades aside, whirling dervish like through a crowd of them, well aware that a group of Padawans was watching from an upper gallery with wide eyes, marvelling at how he seemed hell-bent on self destruction.

 

It was, he reflected, an unhealthy outgrowth of his Mandalorian heritage. He threw himself into the jaws of Death, over and over, striving to find an opponent strong enough to kill him, but never had he. Even now these droids, with heavily modified cores that allowed active learning and innovation, fell to his blade, arms and legs spinning away, on occasion even a head. A swarm of training drones swirled overhead, unleashing a rain of destructive bolts, but his lightsaber intercepted every one that would be a sure strike, and he dodged the rest. Finally, at a pre-arranged time, the droids and drones backed off, leaving the Jedi Master standing in an empty circle of space, his lightsaber humming, his chest heaving. He switched off his lightsaber, and spoke to the upper galleries. “If you would emulate me, understand this. One cannot simply lose themselves in the fight. You must always retain your head, giving yourself to the Force, not the rush of battle. The rush of battle is an insidious path to the darkside. Control always,” he said solemnly.

 

From the main floor, Jedi Master Koyi Komad walked in, her hips swaying from side to side as she moved with a casual grace to stand beside him. “Iliyana was seen on Hurcha. She and Tremar went to the ruins of the fortress and collected something.”

 

Kaesar looked her in the eyes. In another life, Koyi would have been his lover, but here she was simply his friend. “You are preparing some form of bad news for me.”

 

“We have a picture of what was climbing into the cargo hauler they used. Kaesar, it was a group of Terenatek. Not just one or two, but eight. Each was twelve feet tall, and judging by the dorsal spikes, I have to estimate that the youngest was two hundred years old.”

 

Kaesar’s eyes widened. “Eight? One is a challenge for a group of skilled Jedi. Even I couldn’t kill eight at once.”

 

She nodded. “I know. Whatever those two are planning, it will be destructive. I think we need to inform the Senate.”

 

Kaesar nodded thoughtfully. “Let me catch a quick vibe shower, and put on a fresh suit. This will be an unpleasant announcement.”

 

Antazi

Cyprixxia Station

 

Iliyana peered out at the small, pitiful looking planetoid. It was covered with small, prefabricated buildings, and the sensor reading indicated that there was barely a power output. “Milord, what is this place supposed to be?”

 

Tremar smiled. “That is what we must find out. You will go down, and investigate, however seems appropriate. I will remain on board. Go quickly, and may the Force be with you.”

 

Iliyana went to the hangar, and boarded a small shuttle in the hangar. It had belonged to a smuggler who hadn’t thrown down his weapon fast enough in the Cyprixxia takeover. Many of the inhabitants had started to surrender, but far too late to do any good for themselves. She activated the shuttle’s engines, and slipped out of the hangar, her mind suddenly pre-occupied. She had no idea what to expect down on this small colony, but she knew, or at the very least could make a good guess, what Tremar hoped to find.

 

As she entered the atmosphere of Antazi, with almost no atmospheric resistance, nobody challenged her approach, which immediately put her on edge, bringing her mind into full focus. Her eyes flicked across her scanners, searching for energy spikes that would signal defensive emplacements coming online. She saw none, but her senses were strung wire-taut. Her sensors illuminated a landing pad, and atmospheric data showed that a breather would be required. She touched down on the landing pad beside an ancient looking patchwork ship.

 

As she stepped off the shuttle, wearing her breather mask and warily holding her heavy blaster in her hand, she moved slowly to the patchwork ship. It was large enough for two people, but there was nobody in the bubble cockpit. She moved along the single pathway to the nearest pre-fabricated building, at least three storeys high. The access door was slightly ajar, and her senses kicked up a notch. Something was terribly wrong here.

 

As she stepped through the door, she realized what this building was for. Hanging motionless on a large assembly line was a single man fighter chassis, almost entirely assembled. She didn’t recognize the design, but it was an ancient one, two forward sweeping wings, no visible cockpit and a large ion engine at the rear. She moved carefully through the room, calming her mind, she stretched out her senses through the Force, searching for life.

 

She found none, and keyed her commlink. “Milord, this appears to be an automated shipyard, but there is no sign of life. This world is simply... dead.”

 

Aboard Cyprixxia, Tremar nodded as Larian strode onto the bridge, bringing with him the smells of oil and grease from engineering. “After the Jedi Civil war, when the exiled Kayl Redhand re-entered Republic Space, he drew in three old, and terribly powerful, Sith Lords. Darth Scion, a beast of pain and anger, Darth Treya the Betrayer, and Darth Nihilus. Through techniques lost in the destruction of Malachor Five, Darth Nihilus somehow learned t siphon life from the Force. Not just from one or two people, but he drained entire planets, leaving them lifeless, gaps in the Force. When I first became a Jedi Knight, I explored many of these places, and found that the Force had begun to return to them, but in a strange way. Now, instead of seeming to be a normal planetoid, no life can be detected from the outside. Our sensors don’t even pick you up Iliyana. Here, we can be truly safe.”

 

Iliyana smiled faintly. “But what will we ever do to pass the time?”

 

On the navigation deck, Larian smiled broadly as Tremar chuckled. “We shall eat, drink and be merry, for one day we die, but today, we begin to build our defences, bringing this place online as our main base. We must manufacture enough fighters to stock Cyprixxia’s holds, and then we unleash our fury upon the Order, who have damned us for being simply who we are.”

 

Over the course of the next several days, the three began to work on the factories, re-securing the airlocks and bringing down supplies from Cyprixxia. By the end of a week, the factories were ready to begin producing the first fighters. Mining droids in the small base had been activated, and were now combing the crust of the planet for raw materials, and Larian had managed to modify the fighters designs to turn them into droid-ships.

 

Reanne had been brought down from Cyprixxia, and, though still naked, aided Larian in whatever duties he required. Through intense use of alternating orgasm denial and massive stimulation, her mind had been broken, and she now lived only to serve. When Iliyana walked into the control center of the Antazi factories, she wasn’t overly surprised to find Reanne’s head bobbing slowly up and down Larian’s thick cock, licking and sucking on it happily. She leaned against the door frame, watching with growing curiosity and arousal, noting Larian’s clothing scattered across the room.

 

Reanne was growing very skilled in giving head, twisting her mouth, and judging from her cheeks and Larian’s groans, tongue around his cock, making obscene slurping noises and then humming as she slid his entire length into her mouth until she was kissing the base. She held herself down there as long as she could, and then slowly pulled her mouth off with a loud, sucking pop. She gazed up at Larian, a whimper escaping her throat, but he shook his head, and, with another quick whimper, slid her mouth back onto him, bobbing up and down again, a bit faster now, oblivious to anything else in the room.

 

Too excited to keep watching, Iliyana walked softly over to Larian and in a fast motion, grabbed his nipples. She tugged and pinched, knowing that his nipples were amazingly sensitive for a man, and his body bucked as a groan escaped him. Reanne gagged slightly as his cock plunged deep into her throat, but she adjusted quickly and lunged down on it. Iliyana watched, fascinated by Reanne’s dark throat moving, swallowing pulse after pulse of Larian’s cum. She released his nipples, and slipped out of her pants, leaving her tight top on for the moment.

 

When Reanne’s mouth came free, a stringer of cum connected her mouth to Larian’s cock, and she smiled up at him. Before Larian could do or say anything, Iliyana slid onto his lap, grabbed his cock in one hand, and slid down onto it with a soft groan. She began to buck up and down on him, riding him how she liked it, hard and fast, and he soon responded. She whimpered and moaned, rocking up and down on him, increasing her force and speed every time he tried to match her. Then, as she thrust down hard onto him, burying him completely inside of her with a long groan, she flinched as she felt a sudden wetness pressing against her ass.

 

She looked over her shoulder and moaned as Reanne’s small pink tongue pressed inside her ass. Larian didn’t pause and kept rocking into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, making her moan louder and louder. When she came, she gushed her juice out along Larian’s cock and collapsed against him, breathing hard. She heard murmured whispers, and paid no heed, enjoying the full sensation of the still hard cock in her, noting that Larian hadn’t cum yet.

 

Before too long, she felt something pushing against her ass, warmer than a tongue, and looked back in time to see Reanne wearing a pair of black leather panties, with a large, dildo emerging from the front. She knew, because she owned an identical pair of panties, that the dildo was double ended, and that the far end was already buried inside her own dark snatch, and the end against Iliyana suddenly vanished up into her ass. She moaned again, feeling it filling her up entirely, and then Larian began to move, still using hard, jackhammer blows as Reanne began to thrust the dildo in and out. Iliyana came quickly, already sensitive from her first go, now doubly sensitive, and being fucked in both holes. She clung tightly to Larian when he suddenly stood, plunging her down on both of cock and dildo. She came again with a loud scream as both Larian and Reanne, equally all, began to rock up into her. She heard Reanne whimpering and moaning behind her, and then a long, drawn out gasp that told Iliyana all she needed to know, and Larian, already groaning from the excess stimulation, came a moment later, coating Iliyana’s insides with his sperm as the world went white.

 

When she came too, Iliyana was laying atop Larian, who was awake but seemed to be in no hurry to move, and she felt a tongue lapping at her pussy. Iliyana smiled, and opened her legs wider for Reanne.

 

 

Chapter Six – Challenge

 

Cyprixxia

Dantooine System

Dantooine

 

Dressed in a tight black leather singlesuit, the front open to her navel, Iliyana stood beside Tremar. Her lightsaber hung from her slim belt, and her blaster was holstered under her arm. They had come here, to Dantooine, to begin Tremar’s plan. Below them, the planet looked sleepy, peaceful, spinning in space. Relics of the old Jedi Order were buried there, along with the long forgotten star map. On the navigation deck behind them, Larian stood, dressed not in his usual mechanics outfit, but a military combat suit, well protected but with good mobility, and a heavy repeating blaster rifle was slung at his side. Beside him, Reanne was dressed much the same as Iliyana, but a black collar encircled her neck. Her eyes were clearer now, not hazed with lust and sexual aggressiveness.

 

“Remember,” Tremar said, “the Jedi have a base here. It is not large, I doubt there are more than twenty Jedi, but it must fall. We need some of them alive as well. The Terenateks will listen to your commands Iliyana. Use them well.”

 

Iliyana bowed her head slightly. “Yes Master.”

 

“Larian, our armada?”

 

Larian smiled. “Four hundred light bombers are ready for launch, with two hundred fighters programmed for escort. When Iliyana gives the signal, the first wave will start in. By the time the Jedi can react, at least the first two waves will have struck the defenses, and by then they’ll be more concerned about the Terenatek rampaging through the streets. The third and fourth wave will come in from behind the settlement, bombing the hangars and communications. I’ve timed them so that if everything works close to how we want, they’ll hammer the hangars as the second wing strikes.”

 

Tremar nodded, and then turned to look at Reanne. “Reanne, your sole task is to keep Larian alive. Do you understand?”

 

Reanne nodded, her dark face flushed with excitement, and Iliyana noticed she was rubbing her legs together, working the leather against herself. “Yes Master Tremar.”

 

Tremar nodded. “Good. You may proceed.”

 

Iliyana, Reanne and Larian trooped to the now full main hangar. Every ship that could be spared had been scrapped and used as raw material for their armada. The small droid ships were humming to life as the group boarded their re-inforced shuttle. Two Terenatek were aboard, sitting docilely in the cargo area. Larian slipped into the pilots seat, and Iliyana into the co-pilots. Reanne sealed the hatch and rushed to the cockpit, where she stood behind Larian, one hand under her leather singlesuit, kneading her breast.

 

Larian flew the shuttle out of Cyprixxia, and angled steeply down to the planet below. As they entered the atmosphere, Iliyana activated the droid armada.

 

The small bomber wings flashed past them, traveling faster than a human body could bear, and descended upon Khoonda spaceport with no warning. The first wave of explosions rippled across the tarmac, tearing holes in the ground and blasting walls apart. Bodies flew through the air as Larian sped down, seeking a safe area to land as the second wave descended. As it struck the port, more explosions drowned out the wailing alarms as hangars went up in smoke. The shuttle crunched onto the edge of a crater, and Reanne opened the back hatch. Iliyana stepped up to the Terenatek, and cast her thought as she had been taught.

 

“Hunt.”

 

The two Terenatek barrelled out of the ship, and the screams from outside suddenly lifted higher. The three followed, ready for whatever may come.

 

The battle on Dantooine was not what any soldier would call pleasant. Despite its past troubles, Dantooine was still a world of farmers, not soldiers. The sudden appearance of a Sith fleet and two Terenatek sent people screaming in fear, scattering to the winds. Those that fought back soon discovered the energy resistance of the Terenatek’s hides as their blaster bolts simply bounced off, and then it was too late.

 

As the beasts rampaged through Khoonda, the Jedi appeared on scene, spinning into sight with their lightsabers ignited, blades humming as they beelined straight for the Terenatek. The two mighty beasts roared their bestial challenges, and plowed towards the Jedi. Now the settlers were rallying, giving the beasts and Jedi room, aiming their blasts at the bombers, unaware of Iliyana, Reanne and Larian until it was too late. Iliyana scythed into a group of farmers, her lightsaber whirling through the air, slicing through the barrels of rifles and limbs of farmers with equal ease.

 

Larian hunkered down behind a slab of concrete that had toppled from a wall in the initial waves of bombing, and laid the barrel of his rifle on top. Although it was a heavy repeating rifle, he had attached a powerful scope to it, and right now, it was on its single shot setting, to both save energy and make it more accurate. He settled the stock against his shoulder, laid his cheek on the stock and peered through the scope. With practiced ease, he squeezed the trigger, felt the hammering recoil of the rifle thud into his shoulder and saw the bolt tear through the shoulder of a militiaman. He aimed again on another, and fired. And fired. And fired.

 

Reanne knelt beside him, her mind off of her sexual desires, at least as much as was possible. Since she had been broken, sex was always on her mind, but the battle had pushed it far into the back of her mind. Her lightsaber rested in her hand, inactive but ready. She smiled happily as Larian’s rifle made its steady, dedicated pulse each time it was fired. She relaxed into the Force, drawing on it as she had not had the time to do lately. She was unaware of how long she knelt like that, listening absently to the pulsing thump of the rifle, the screams of the battle and the detonations of the continuing over flights of the bombers. Without knowing why, without even questioning it, Reanne spun to her feet, igniting her lightsaber, its green blade leaping into existence. She stretched it out, and deflecting one of the incoming blades, slapping it aside and whirling up to block a second lightsaber. She swung that one up over her head, and down to slam into the first blade. She lashed out with her foot, leaping into one of the Jedi, and drove the toes of her foot into his throat, then spun away from the crumpling body. She lifted her left hand, and thrust it at the second Jedi, launching the concrete slab she had gripped with the Force into his chest. He crumpled to the ground with a moan. Reanne marvelled at what she had done. Somehow, being broken had stripped away the usual limitations to the Force.

 

She turned to face two more Jedi, and lifted her blade, calm, ready, waiting.

 

On Cyprixxia, Tremar’s fingers danced over his controls, directing the droid bombers, using a squadron as surveillance, staying focused on Larian, Reanne and Iliyana. Reanne was moving fluidly, in full touch with the Force, and Iliyana was scything through militia and farmers with ease. Larian was dropping nearly as many, each bolt of his rifle cutting through three or four bodies at a time. Tremar flicked over to one of his other surveillance units, and saw the Jedi rallying at the academy. He flipped a switch, and two squadrons of bombers swept towards it. The Terenatek were almost there, slamming aside kath hounds that attacked. The Jedi noticed them, and leaped into action. They swarmed towards the Terenatek, lightsabers active. The battle began, fierce and powerful.

 

He sent a message to Iliyana, advising her, and she disengaged from the militia, leaving them scrambled and disorganized. He watched her motion to the other two, the three ran to their assault shuttle, and then moments later, it lifted off, swung about and screamed low over the plains towards the academy.

 

As it touched down, blasting the grass away, the bombers swept overhead, hammering the academy with their high explosives. Iliyana stepped out and surveyed the fought. One Terenatek was dead, the other wounded, and all but four of the Jedi were dead. She smiled, advancing on them, judging their conditions. They were already exhausted from killing one of the Terenatek, and were circling the second, recovering their strength, but it wouldn’t be enough. Iliyana and Reanne leaped into their midst, their lightsabers flashing and whirling in deadly humming arcs. The Jedi turned to face this new threat, and the Terenatek raged on towards the academy.

 

The fight was short, and ugly. The Jedi fought with an edge of desperation, but as tired as they were they were no match for the two fairly well rested ladies. Within minutes of attacking them, the four Jedi were down, but not dead, merely unconscious. Iliyana smiled at the unconscious Jedi, and turned to look at Reanne. “Get Larian, and take the shuttle back to Cyprixxia. Put these four in the Meditation chamber of Saviour, and then report to Lord Tremar.”

 

Reanne nodded to Iliyana. “Yes M’Lady.” She walked towards the shuttle, waving at Larian to come and help as Iliyana followed the Terenatek to the academy. The ground level was a nightmare, and Iliyana averted her eyes from dead children, hopefully killed in the bombings, and not by her Terenatek. She stretched out her mind, and reined it in as she proceeded inside. One of the Terenatek’s arms lay just inside the door, and more Jedi were dead nearby. She came into the central hub, and found her Terenatek standing shakily beside a white tree. It was not long for life, she noted, and then brushed the thought aside. She could not feel for it, and moved on to the room where the Dantooine Council usually met. The door was sealed, and Ili smiled. She raised one hand, and worked mental fingers into the thin gap between them, and wrenched them open. She stepped inside, and frowned slightly.

 

The room was empty. The Dantooine Council wasn’t here. She walked along the side of the table that dominated the room, and activated the holo-recorder. She scanned through the holo-net link system, and found what she was looking for. The Council had been called to Coruscant three days before to begin planning for a response to Tremar. A faint smile flickered across her face as she started towards the archives. The Archival staff was gone, dead or fled already. Her commlink chirped, and she clicked it on. “Yes?”

 

“Iliyana. Status report?” The voice that issued from the link was Tremar’s.

 

“Master, the Dantooine Council is en route to Coruscant. They were called in to begin planning action against us.”

 

“I understand Iliyana. Khoonda has suffered extreme damage, the Academy is nearly ruined. I am sending a shuttle to retrieve you. Hurry back so we can begin interrogation of your prisoners.”

 

“Yes Master,” Iliyana said, her stomach giving a happy leap. Three of the captured Jedi were male, and each was fit and looked incredibly strong. As she strolled out of the Academy, ignoring the now-dead Terenatek, she decided that she’d let Reanne help her in the interrogation. She waited patiently on the plains for her shuttle, watched it descend through the smoke filled air, and boarded it as it hovered without landing, running on an auto-pilot system. Once she was aboard, it rocketed away into space. Once aboard Cyprixxia, Iliyana made her way to the navigation deck.

 

Tremar was leaning back against a console, smiling faintly. Reanne and Larian were standing by the far door, talking quietly, waiting for her to arrive. She went to one knee before Tremar, her head bowed. “Master, both Terenatek’s were lost in the battle, but we achieved the mission goals,” she reported simply.

 

Tremar nodded. “And our four guests, what will you do with them?”

 

“I doubt they have any truly useful information M’Lord, but I wish to interrogate them nonetheless. I haven’t had any practice in some time, and I believe that they might be useful, and rather soon, in your daring plan.”

 

Tremar considered this, the blue haze over his eyes swirling faster, and then steadying. “You have my permission to proceed.”

 

An hour or so later, Iliyana stood naked in the meditation room. Her four guests had been stripped naked as well, and were now secured to the tables. The three men each had impressive erections, and the woman was averting her eyes. Iliyana smiled playfully. “Now, we are going to talk for a bit. If you have any useful information on the movements of the Republic Fleet and the Jedi Order, then I ask you to tell me now. Co-operation will be rewarded, stubbornness will not.”

 

“We would all die before telling a Sith what she wants to know,” one of the men said defiantly. Iliyana giggled. “Who said I was a Sith?” She tapped her foot onto a small control on the floor, and the man who had spoken suddenly arched in his restraints, his lips peeling backwards as massive charges of electricity flooded his body. She removed her foot, and he slumped against his restraints.

 

The woman was still averting her eyes, and Iliyana sauntered over to her, swaying her hips seductively. She turned the woman’s face to her own, and smiled at her. “Never been alone with naked men before, or a naked woman? You’re probably still a virgin too, aren’t you,” she asked, and laughed when the Jedi blushed furiously. “You are! Well, maybe one of these boys would take that troublesome virginity off your hands before the night is through.” She slid her hand down to the Jedi’s breast and began to play with her nipple, rolling and tugging on it, lightly, gently. The Jedi squirmed, moving against Iliyana’s ministrations, which was only increasing her own pleasure. Iliyana smiled, and released her nipple, then slowly walked around the room, lightly gripping each of the Jedi’s erect cock in her hand as she passed them. Each of the Jedi pulled their hips away from her touch, their faces flushed. Iliyana walked back to the center of the room, and slowly turned in a circle. “So, tell me, where does the Order believe we will strike next?”

 

The female Jedi wriggled against her bonds. “How could we know that? We didn’t even know you planned to strike here!”

 

Iliyana frowned at her. “Really? So I should simply kill you all and be done with it? Where is the fun in that,” she asked impishly, and then walked to one of the males, who’s cock was impressively thick. She pressed herself up against him, squishing her breasts across his chest. “Maybe you just need a bit of convincing,” she whispered into his ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up. She looked into his eyes for a moment, and then, working by feel, let herself slide down onto his cock, gasping slightly at its thickness. She moaned as she began to rock up and down on it, driving it deeper into her. Her victim’s eyes were wide, and she could feel him twitching inside of her, almost ready to cum already. She pulled herself off of him, and he made a faint whimpering sound and thrust his hips up as far as he could, trying to find her moist opening again.

 

Iliyana touched his straining cock again, and smiled. "Did it really take so little to make you want more. Were you too a virgin?" The Jedi blushed, and Iliyana smiled. "Are you all virgins? My my, what luck for me," she said, dropping to her knees and taking his entire cock into her mouth, pushing it back into her throat, moaning and breathing through her nose. She distantly heard his strangled gasp, and then began to move her head up and down, thoroughly enjoying his taste and texture. His gasps grew higher, and then his entire body stiffened, and she drove her head down onto his meat, letting his cum splash into the back of her throat, moaning as she tasted and felt its warmth.

 

When he grew softer, Iliyana pulled her mouth off of him, and took a few deep breaths, using Jedi breathing techniques to regain her composure, and then stood. Sometime during her deepthroating, Reanne had come in, and was now kneeling between the female captives legs, her mouth firmly attached to the writhing and bucking ladies crotch. Her gasps and lusty moans spoke of Reanne's skill, and Iliyana walked up behind Reanne, knelt, and slid two of her fingers into herself, then pulled them out, coated with her juices, and slowly forced them into Reanne's ass.

 

Reane shivered, loving the anal stimulation, and the Jedi captive's moans and gasps increased. Iliyana saw out of the corner of her eyes the other two Jedi watching the lesbian daisy chain, and so she smiled and began to shove her fingers in and out of Reanne's ass, who responded by pushing her hips back onto Iliyana's hand as she licked and flogged the girls pussy more violently with her tongue. The Jedi girl screamed once, and then slumped in her restraints, gasping for breath as Reanne pulled her mouth off her pussy, and lay down on her face, her ass shoved in the air for Iliyana's pleasure. Iliyana slowed her fingers, and then pulled them out. She pushed them into the Jedi's mouth, and she sucked them clean without realising what she was doing.

 

Iliyana smiled at her, and then down at Reanne, knowing this night would be pleasurable, if not entirely profitable.

 

 

Chapter Seven - Conflict

 

Cyprixxia

Dantooine System

Dantooine

Five Days after the Fall of Dantooine

 

Larian watched as the small supply vessel spun in the zero gravity of space, and then rocketed away. It had dropped off several large crates that were now being moved by droids to a separate hangar, far removed from this one. He idly checked his blaster as he followed the droids. One of the crates had holes in the top, to keep the cargo alive, but he wasn't sure how lively it could be.

 

Meanwhile, Reanne stood beside Iliyana on the control deck, both of them monitoring the ships systems. The rest of the Terenatek were planetside, sniffing out the remaining Jedi. Iliyana thought that they were happy down there, with plenty of room to hunt and roam, but she knew that any person possessing a strong affinity for the Force would be attacked, unless shielded by

the thought weave.

 

One of the monitors chirped, and Iliyana looked sharply at it. Two large Republic cruisers had just emerged from hyperspace, on the outer edge of the system. In an hour, they would be here. She hit the inter-station communication switch. "Master, we have two Republic Cruisers, identified as the Hyperion and the Victor, now in system. I estimate an hour before they're here."

 

"They responded faster than I anticipated," Tremar's voice came back. "Begin preparations to jump to Brigia. Larian, scramble as many fighters as you can. Reanne, assist Larian. I will be on the command deck shortly."

 

Reanne darted away as the line went dead, and Iliyana began to power up Cyrixxia's engines. They had taken them offline to save power, and were in a high orbit around Dantooine. As the reactors began to heat up, she rolled her chair to the astronavigation controls, and began to calculate the course. In the back of her mind, however, was the knowledge that Cyprixxia's engine systems would take the better part of an hour to heat up, and then another quarter to

move far enough away from Dantooine to clear the mass shadow of the planet.

Larian and Reanne worked feverishly in the hangar controls, assessing how many fighters they had ready. The assault on Dantooine hadn't reduced their forces much, and about one hundred of the fighters were ready to go. Larian checked a second monitor, one that was tracking the reactor's power status. They were coming online, circulating power between themselves to heat up faster, but it was still an agonizingly slow wait.

 

Tremar swept into the hangar, and Larian spared him a cursory nod. "M'lord."

 

"Larian, our status," he asked calmly.

 

"Reactors are at 75% capacity, we can move, but far too slowly. It will actually be faster to wait in place until we reach 90%, and then we can start to move away. Once we reach a safe distance, we should have enough power to jump to hyperspace," Larian said, his fingers flicking over controls as Reanne jumped lightly off the top of a fighter and jogged towards them.

 

Tremar nodded. "Reanne, remain with Larian until you are summoned. Is there any way of recovering the Terenateks from the surface?"

 

"No M'lord," Larian said firmly, "only you or Iliyana can command them and both of you are too important to be caught in a shuttle on your way up from the planet."

 

Tremar nodded, a bit sadly Larian thought. "Very well then; I am on my way to the command deck. Keep a line open at all times."

 

Larian nodded as Tremar swept from the room, and Reanne gave him a hug from behind. "We'll make it out, won't we," she asked him softly.

 

"I don't know Reanne," was Larian's only answer.

 

As Tremar came onto the bridge, Iliyana was naked. While the computers were double checking her astronavigation calculations, she had started to change into her leather combat suit. She saw her Lord enter the deck, and bent over at the waist, presenting her pussy and ass to him, and then wriggled her hips as she pulled the suit up her legs and up to her waist. She turned and walked towards navigation, leaving herself naked from the top down. "I can sense

my old Master. I do not know which ship he's on, but he's out there."

 

Tremar nodded. "There are two powerful Masters out there. If possible, we must avoid meeting with them right now."

 

Iliyana nodded, and touched her fingertips to the controls, and activated the main engines. Cyprixxia shuddered, and began to move away from the planet, slowly. Another console beeped and Tremar swept over to check it. "Larian, two squadrons inbound. Launch fighters as a screen; keep them from doing too much damage. If possible, get all our bombers out, and focus on one of the two cruisers."

 

"Yes M'lord."

 

Iliyana ignored the activity around her, and increased the power to the engines. The station began to move a bit faster, even as the fighters swarmed out of the bays. More fighters launched from both cruisers, and streaked in to intercept the bombers as Cyprixxia continued its slow advance.

 

Hyperion

Dantooine System

Dantooine

 

Jedi Master Kaesar Caestol stood on the bridge of the Republic Cruiser Hyperion, watching the unfolding space battle. He could feel Iliyana out there, on the mobile space station, as well as Tremar. Jedi Master Koyi Komad came up beside him, dressed in the Jedi robes identical to his. "You didn't have to come Kaesar," she said softly.

 

"Yes, Koyi," he replied softly, "I did. I missed the holding pens on Hurcha. I missed Iliyana's obsession with her body and I missed her resentment towards us. Those are three things I must atone for."

 

Koyi shook her head. "I hope we can recapture her, and Reanne. I'd hate to have to kill either of them."

 

"No. Death is preferable to what will await them. I will refuse to cut them off from the Force, because that is a slow death and will make them even more resentful towards the Republic and the Jedi."

 

Koyi sighed. Kaesar was always this way, she reflected. Life to him was only worth living to its fullest. The Hyperion's Captain, an Alderaan native named Jec Armrill, approached the two Jedi. "Excuse me Masters, but the station is approaching optimal jump distance from Dantooine. Our fights are tied up defending from the bombers and fighters. This is not a battle we can win today."

 

Kaesar glanced at the holographic display, and nodded. "I agree Captain. Move the Hyperion towards Cyprixxia, and prepare the boarding fighter."

 

Captain Armrill nodded, and strode back to his crew, giving orders in a clear voice. Kaesar felt the Hyperion moving ahead, felt it as a spacer does, that shift in the artificial gravity, the change in the way it pulled at you. He left the bridge, heading for the hangar with Koyi a step behind him. When they arrived, they boarded a small shuttle, lightly armed and armoured, but with heavily upgraded engines. The entire shuttle was really just a manoeuvrable rocket.

 

A crewman stepped off as they boarded, the ship ready to go. Kaesar slipped into the pilot's seat, and Koyi into the second seat, for weapons. One of the hangar captains waved them clear, and Kaesar floated towards the opening in the floor, dropped the shuttle through it, and then, without even changing expression, slammed the throttle full open.

 

He was one with the Force as he rocketed through the cloud of enemy vessels. He heard Koyi saying something behind him, but he was too focused on piloting. The fighters couldn't get a bead on the shuttle, it was simply too fast, and then they were through to the opposite side. He saw Cyprixxia ahead,

rotating slowly, and diverted all power from the weapons to the engines. The acceleration pushed him into his seat, and he heard Koyi gasp.

 

The station was closer now, and he could see a docking bay. There was a sudden flash of light from a lower point, and then Cyprixxia was hurtling away into hyperspace. Kaesar cut the engines, and came out of his trance. He applied slow reverse thrust to slow down, and glanced back at Koyi. She was a bit paler than normal, and looking at him with something close to irritation. "That was dangerous Kaesar. We almost didn't make it through."

 

Kaesar chuckled softly. "Well, we did."

 

Koyi glanced at her sensors, and gapsed. "Kaesar... the Victor...."

 

Kaesar looked out the view screen, and his eyes went wide. The bombers had gotten through, and despite the best efforts of the combined fighters, the Victor was reeling in space, fire visible from the damage, and oxygen venting into space. "The lifepods," he muttered, "get to the lifepods."

 

But it was not to be. The remaining fighters streaked in, and slammed into the hull of the cruiser, each one detonating like a space-bound bomb. Kaesar and Koyi watched, two Paragons of the Force, unable to do anything to save the tens of thousands of Republic Soldiers aboard the doomed Victor.

 

Hyperion

Dantooine System

Dantooine

One Day after the Battle of Dantooine and the Loss of the Victor

 

Kaesar sat at the head of a long table in the Hyperion's conference hall. With him was Captain Armrill, Koyi and one of the four Jedi they had rescued from a lifepod ejected from Cyprixxia. Her name was Marie, and she was the least visibly shaken of the four Dantooine survivors.

 

"It was a sensory method attempt to turn us Master Caestol," she reported. "Unlike the methods reported by Bastila Shan or Darth Revan, this method was mainly sexual stimulation and denial. If they had more time, four or five days, then I'm sure they could break somebody."

 

Kaesar nodded, and looked at Captain Armrill. "Captain, did your men manage to track Cyprixxia?"

 

"Yes Master Caestol. We have a confirmed trajectory and entry speed, but there's no way to tell where they came out without knowing their maximum fuel burn."

 

Marie leaned forward lightly and spoke up. "Is there a world named Brigia along their trajectory?"

 

"Yes, there is. It's about a six day jump from here, but why would they go there," Armrill asked.

 

Koyi's eyes scrunched closed, and a vision swam before her eyes. Kaesar waited, accustomed to her little spurts of prophetic foresight. When her eyes opened, she looked at Kaesar. "Brigia is the right spot. Its where we need to be Kaesar."

 

Kaesar nodded again, then looked at the Captain. "Brigia it shall be. There we must end this."

 

Cyprixxia

Outer Rim

Brigia

Six Days after the Loss of the Victor

 

Larian stood in front of an ungainly looking transport. For the last six days he had been overhauling it, installing the package that had been delivered to him at Dantooine.

Reanne came down the entry ramp, wiping her hands on a cloth. "Ok, it should be ready to go. EnDee is checking the alignment of the stygium crystals, and after that it'll be ready for shakedown."

 

Larian nodded and checked his chrono. "I have to meet Iliyana on the command deck. Let me know when it checks out."

 

On the command deck, Iliyana watched as the Hyperion came back into normal space, and began dumping fighters. Larian arrived on deck as he first wave of ships cut towards the station, among them the fast and maneuverable vessel that had almost caught them on Dantooine. "Larian, you're in charge of the fighters. We're evenly matched now, so do your best," she said, clapping him on the shoulder, and heading down to the projected landing site.

 

When she arrived, she saw the boarding ship approaching with reckless speed. She shrugged out of her black robe, leaving her in the tight top, pants and boots she had bought on Nar Shadaa. She kicked the robe aside, and left her lightsaber on her belt, ready, waiting.

 

The boarding shuttle swung broadside, its braking thrusters fired, and it slid into the bay, the aft hatch opening almost before it had cleared the containment shield. Jedi Masters Kaesar and Koyi came slowly down the boarding ramp, each wearing the tan tunics, pants and boots of the Jedi Order, each with their lightsaber in hand, inactive.

 

Kaesar looked past Iliyana's shoulder, and she stepped aside. "I am sorry for the betrayal you feel Kaesar. But you taught me to live life to the fullest, and neither the Jedi, nor the Sith, allow me that."

 

Kaesar's eyes flicked to her once, and then back over her shoulder. She knew Tremar was there, waiting to draw Kaesar out. She saw Koyi flick one lekku at Kaesar, who moved smoothly past Iliyana, into the corridor, after Tremar.

 

Iliyana flicked her hand at the door controls, and the hatch sealed itself, locking the two of them in. She nodded once to Koyi. "Master Komad. We've never really had the pleasure of a proper conversation."

 

Koyi nodded in agreement. "A few words is about all. However, I am saddened that it has come to this."

 

Iliyana smiled. "Me too."

 

 

Chapter Eight - Endgame

 

Cyprixxia

Outer Rim

Brigia

 

Kaesar moved through the corridors of Cyprixxia, not hurrying. He could feel his prey up ahead, and so he hunted, seeking the paths that would lead him there. He emerged into what seemed to be a large holding pen. He saw three emitters, meaning the shields would be triple layered when active, and with a flash of insight he knew they were in the Terenatek holding pens.

 

"Where are your pets, Darth Tremar," Kaesar called into the gloom.

 

"Sadly we were forced to leave them on Dantooine. Your arrival left us no time to collect them from the surface, nor for me to modify my last commands. Any Force Sensitive on Dantooine is their prey now. They will ignore those who do not feel the Force."

 

"Why would you focus them on those who are Force Sensitive, and not let them rampage?"

 

"What good would a rampage do me? I have no quarrel with the farmers of Dantooine, only with the Jedi," Tremar replied, his voice strong and confident. With a snap-hiss, one end of his lightsaber came alive, illuminating him in its ice-blue glow, humming with anticipation.

 

Kaesar plucked his lightsaber from his belt and flicked it on, and with a snap-hiss identical to Tremar's, its emerald green light illuminated him.

 

Hangar 12

 

Iliyana spun backwards, sweeping her bronze lightsaber around and knocking aside Koyi's thrust. Iliyana lunged in with the momentum of her spin, slashing down, but Koyi simply wasn't there. Instead she had darted to the right, getting a bit of distance to re-assess her opponent.

 

Iliyana was faster than Kaesar had told her, and more ruthless with her lightsaber as well. Koyi's tunic had several slashes in it, and the first slash of Iliyana's had opened it on a diagonal, revealing one of her pale green breasts.

 

Iliyana's clothes showed no marks, but Koyi had been close. Now she jumped back in, swinging her lightsaber in a broad arc, and Iliyana swung her lightsaber up to block, but not quite soon enough. Koyi's strike marked Iliyana's left shoulder, and Iliyana drew a sharp breath and turned into the slash, pushing her lightsaber into Koyi's, then shoving it back and thrusting to her side as Koyi jumped back, pricking a hole in her pants, and tapping Koyi's right thigh.

 

The Twi'lek pressed the assault, ignoring the flick of pain from her leg, thrusting and slashing, blocking and parrying, but one thrust snaked past her guard and sliced the top of her right forearm. She ducked and rolled backward to avoid losing the hand, and came to her feet in the Makashi stance. As Iliyana jumped in, Koyi flicked and knocked her lightsaber aside, then slashed. Iliyana turned and thrust, and caught Koyi on the left hip and Koyi's slash marked

Iliyana's right hip.

 

Both women rolled away from each other and began to circle, slowly, warily. They drew deep breath, each in the Makashi stance, each watching the others eyes.

 

Holding Pens

 

Tremar threw himself at Kaesar, his ice blue lightsaber whirling in the air, and Kaesar rushed to match. The blades connected with blinding speed, once, twice, three times and they spun apart, and then back together, eight, nine ten strikes this time, moving with a speed, ferocity and skill that only those who can give themselves to the Force can match.

 

Kaesar's overlong lightsaber slapped Tremar's blade aside and slid across his left bicep as the back end of Tremar's saber activated and lanced across Kaesar's left bicep. Both men spun away from each other, and Kaesar dropped into Vaapad.

 

Tremar ticked one eyebrow up. "Vaapad, a most intriguing choice." He dropped into Vaapad as well, and the fight was on again. The two of them moved around the holding pens in near blurs, augmenting themselves with the Force, striking carefully, never overextending. Every move they made was countered by the other almost instantly. Tremar spun his double-headed saber around himself and opened a small wound on Kaesar's right bicep. Kaesar reversed the deflection and opened an identical wound on Tremar's left bicep.

 

Despite these new wounds, the two battled on, bounding over the uneven floor. Tremar suddenly pushed an aggressive attack, his double-headed saber whirling and pushing Kaesar back. Kaesar's heel caught on a piece of rubble, and he stumbled, then fell backwards, which may have saved his life as Tremar slashed, and opened a minor wound along his chest.

 

Hangar 12

 

Iliyana and Koyi spun away from each other, whirling their lightsabers in deadly arcs. Iliyana started to circle Koyi again, weaving her lightsaber back and forth, and Koyi followed, both of her breasts now visible since Iliyana had sliced her tunic away. It had been done almost playfully Koyi thought. She took a deep breath, pushing her amazement at Iliyana's amazing increase in skill, and opened herself deeper to the Force.

 

Koyi lunged in, sliding from Makashi to Ataru, and then she began to move. Enhanced by the Force, she bounded from floor to wall to roof to floor, bouncing in and slashing at Iliyana, who swept her lightsaber around to slap aside Koyi's blade, whirling backwards, moving more than she deflected, more in touch with the Force than ever before. She watched Koyi, noted a pattern in her movements, and waited. She blocked once, dodged out of range for the next attack, and then, with a deep breath and less than a moments thought, she threw a compacted blast of air under Koyi's feet just before she touched on the side of the boarding ship.

 

Koyi sprawled to the ground as Iliyana leapt through the air, whirling her lightsaber and dropping on the stunned Jedi. Koyi rolled aside just before the blade connected, and received a long slash across both her shoulders as she rolled to her feet with fluid grace and a stifled whimper.

 

Iliyana pushed her advantage, and the Master had a harder time defending herself with the larger wound across her shoulders. Iliyana struck, and Koyi swept her lightsaber up to block. Iliyana reached out with one hand and roughly yanked on one of Koyi's nipples, getting a startled gasp out of the Twi'lek before Iliyana let go and whirled backwards.

 

Koyi took a step back, and then swung her free hand forward. A loud screech caught Iliyana's attention, and she raised one hand to stop the metal girder Koyi had torn free and thrown like a javelin at her. For a moment they contested for control of it, then Iliyana rolled to the side, and let it flash past her to impale one of the remaining fighters.

 

Holding Pens

 

Kaesar rushed Tremar again, drawing on his enjoyment of battle with Vaapad to slash, strike and try and keep the Sith Lord off balance, whirling his over-long lightsaber about himself to create a deadly offensive and defensive shield. Tremar slid backwards, gliding more than moving, moving his lightsaber only to block the attacks that came close. Kaesar ignored the burning of the slash on his chest, jumped high over Tremar's head and lashed out in mid-air. Tremar swung his lightsaber up and caught Kaesar's, serving as a fulcrum for the Jedi to move over his head, and yet he wasn't there when Kaesar slashed out. Tremar faded into the shadows, his lightsaber hissing away to make him truly invisible. "Why bother fighting me Jedi? Shouldn't you be worried about your friend? By now, Iliyana probably has her tied down and stuffed by now."

 

Kaesar closed his eyes and took a deep breath, lowering his lightsaber to touch the ground in front of him, drawing deep breaths to regain his energy. He could feel Koyi, even through this much rock and steel, and he knew that while she was in trouble, it was from her combat skills, not because she was being raped. "She is fine. You have taught Iliyana some new tricks it seems."

 

"I have not taught her anything," Tremar's bodiless voice called out, "This is simply her natural talent, freed of her fear and self-consciousness."

 

Kaesar took another deep breath, and then deactivated his lightsaber. He slid into an old stance, one used long before the advent of a lightsaber, hilt by his left hip, his body almost folded around it, with his left hand on the emitter. He

drew on the Force, waiting, preparing. This technique he had learned from an ancient holocron, mastered through decades of hard training, and had never been able to teach another Jedi to do it.

 

"If you activate your lightsaber like that, you're likely to slice off your fingers," Tremar said, almost scolding him.

 

Kaesar lashed out, activating his lightsaber just as it cleared his thumb, and then struck the blade with a narrowly tuned blast of Force, tearing the blade from his lightsaber and throwing it into the gloom. His lightsaber hissed and sizzled until he shut it off, and the blade ripped apart the floor and the darkness. Tremar's lightsaber flared into view. To Kaesar's astonishment, he

slapped the blast aside easily, and stepped out of the darkness. "Unconventional Attacks using the Lightsaber in Conjunction with the Force," he said, moving to match Kaesar's stance. "Written by Tralin Noscor," he smirked, and moved in a blue, launching both of his blades at Kaesar by spinning his lightsaber.

 

Kaesar rolled to one side, and rushed Tremar, re-igniting his lightsaber as he thrust. Tremar, however, swung his saber hilt into the path of the attack, knocked Kaesar's blade aside, and slammed the hilt into Kaesar's head. Kaesar jumped back, and shook his head.

 

"I wrote that holocron, developed the techniques. It is nice to see the Jedi recovered it from my tower however," Tremar said with a faint smile. "Oh, and the hilt of my lightsaber is made of a cortosis weave. I took every step I could think of to make my entire lightsaber a weapon."

 

Kaesar peeled his lips back into a grin and rushed Tremar again, hammering his lightsaber down on Tremar as Tremar fought to respond to the sudden onslaught, and then his blade got past the defence once, twice, marking his left hip and left thigh. Tremar stumble back, and struck out, lancing Kaesar's left hip even as Kaesar spun and drove his boot into Tremar's gut, and the Force-enhanced kick flung Tremar into one of the shield emitters. Kaesar rushed in to finish the job.

 

Hangar 12

 

Iliyana struck at the flying cargo box with lightning, smashed it into the ceiling and out of the mental grip of Koyi. With her other hand she slashed a long phosphorous tube in half, and continued her advance. Koyi threw another cargo box at her, and she slashed this one out of the way and then slammed lightning into Koyi's body. The Twi'lek screamed as the lightning crawled across her, and she dropped her lightsaber.

 

Iliyana caught it before it hit the ground and pulled it into her hand, then cut off the lightning. "Darth Revan adored mind games, Darth Malak was a sexual sadist, if we read between the lines of Bastila Shan's report, but I simply enjoy sex. Did that luscious female show you any tricks," she asked teasingly, "she was quite the slut once she got into it, and the men, oh the men. Did you see their cocks?" she moaned slightly at the memory, "I had one in my ass and pussy at the same time as Reanne raped your girl with a strap on while having the third in her ass."

 

Koyi took several deep breaths and stared at Iliyana. The Jedi Master concentrated, focused, and then flung both her hands forward. Iliyana let out a whoosh of air as she was thrown back into the side of the boarding shuttle, and lay there shaking her head, trying to clear the stars.

 

She felt Koyi's lightsaber fly from her hand, and she blinked rapidly, working to see straight. Koyi suddenly appeared above her, holding her lightsaber in hand. She flicked her lightsaber twice, slicing Iliyana's right shoulder and left calf, making her cry out. "It would be almost impossible to run now. Iliyana Partan, by order of the Jedi Council, you are under arrest."

 

Iliyana took a deep breath, and lashed out with the Force, fueled by her anger, and slammed lightning into Koyi, pushing her up into the ceiling, and then cut it off. As she fell, Iliyana slashed once across her stomach, flicked her hand at the control panel, and darted out the half-open door.

 

Command Deck

 

Larian stood on the command deck issuing verbal orders, directing the robotic forces of Cyprixxia in their battle with the Republic forces. A massive explosion rocked the station, and Larian lurched and caught the control panel. The explosion had come from the holding pens, and he made the decision to finish the battle. "Cyprixxia, activate Self Destruct, time delay one hundred and twenty seconds, authorization Larian Naver, L502T6X."

 

All the monitors in the command deck went black, and then began to flash red as the consoles began to spew smoke and sparks. Larian moved rapidly from the bridge, knowing he could extend the sequence once, and only once.

 

He arrived in the mid-station hangar and boarded the small smuggler vessel that he and Reanne had modified. It was already online, the engines hot and waiting. As he sat in the cockpit, he saw Reanne and Iliyana helping Tremar across the deck. He linked into Cyprixxia's computer relays and punched the time up by 45 seconds.

 

Reanne closed the hatch, and Larian was out of the hangar with plenty of time to spare, burning his engines only a small amount to keep the signature down, and then he activated the stygium crystal cloaking device.

 

Cyprixxia suddenly began to come apart, chunks of rock blowing free from each other as the hidden superstructure came apart, the first wave of explosions breaking the critical places, and then, just as the small boarding shuttle rocketed out of the hangar, Cyprixxia went up in a massive explosion as the reactors all exploded at once, the shockwave tumbling fighters and the smuggler across space.

 

Coruscant

Republic Senatorial Chamber

Four Months after the Battle of Cyprixxia

 

Jedi Masters Kaesar Caestol and Koyi Komad stood on a Senatorial platform, hovering smoothly in the center of the chamber. "Esteemed members of the Senate, we come before you today on behalf of the Jedi Order. The threat of Darth Tremar and his Sith forces has officially come to a close. The destruction of the Cyprixxia space station and the loss of his presence in the Force that day has convinced us that the Sith Lord and his apprentices are now dead."

 

Koyi stood calmly beside Kaesar, her white robes gleaming in the light. "In the four months since the Battle of Cyprixxia, we have devoted out efforts to finding the source of Tremar's forces. His fighters came from a world known to us as Antazi, thought destroyed by Darth Nihilous. We are examining all other worlds attacked by that Sith Lord to be sure that they had no other factories, but so far, Antazi is all, and it has been neutralized."

 

Supreme Chancellor Duron stood, and smoothed his robe. "On behalf of the Republic, we convey to you our most grateful thanks. Once more has the Jedi Order stood in the path of the Dark Side, and prevailed."He began to applaud, and soon the entire Senate was applauding, every member standing. Kaesar and Koyi bowed to the Senate, and floated slowly back to the dock, and made their exit.

 

Less than an hour later they were in the Jedi Council, relaxing in their chairs. "My friends," Kaesar said, "Koyi and I will be going to Dantooine to help with the removal of the Terenateks, and the rebuilding of Khoonda. Once more Dantooine was attacked because of the Jedi presence. We must find a way to prevent this in the future."

 

Corvis Minor

Noscor Estate

Eight Months after the Battle of Cyprixxia

 

Tralin Noscor walked calmly down a highly polished hallway in his estate, his shirt open, his slacks loose and tied only by a thin cord around his waist. His feet were bare, and his skin healthily tanned. He entered into a large sitting

room, where his young wife was sitting before a real fire, rocking back and forth with one hand resting on her swollen belly. Her eyes were distant and dreamy as she listened, and felt, the changes going on inside her.

 

Also sitting near the fire was a young girl with darkly tanned skin, sun streaked hair and large breasts. She was lying on a carpet staring into the fire as a young man lay beside her, asleep from his breathing. Both were naked to the waist, and both looked incredibly comfortable. The pregnant woman looked at Tralin, and opened her arms. He walked over to her and hugged her close. "How are you today Iliyana," he asked in a strong voice.

 

"I'm fine Tralin. You missed the fun. Reanne and Larian showed me that you can actually climax from having your nipples sucked on," she replied impishly.

 

Tralin laughed, and eyed the sleeping pair. "Then we shall simply have to have them demonstrate again."