You asked and I have complied. Here is the next part in my Flashpoint series - Hammer Station. I never thought it was all that fun in Star Wars: The Old Republic but it is an opportunity for more character development. Sorry it took awhile. I wanted to get a couple other stories out of the way.

Moira Denic sat in the cantina of the Republic fleet's central space station – dubbed Carrick Station. She sipped at her drink and scowled at her bad luck. Just as she was starting to make some headway on getting her ship back, the Jedi Grand Master contacts her on Coruscant and somehow manages to convince her to return to the space station for a special mission. It had only been a couple months since the last time they were here and this time, she was taking the shuttle back and not the fancy star liner. There was an upside of course. She would probably see some of her newest friends. Moira smiled at the thought of the three men: Jedi Knight Alias Ordo, Jedi Consular Nedeser Thul and Havoc Squad Commander Dren Antilles. She had bedded the soldier Dren and hoped fervently that she could again. The sex had been amazing. However, she also had a goal to get at least one of the two Jedi as well. It was probably a delusion of grandeur but, what the hell. It wouldn't hurt anything to try, right? Suddenly, Moira was shaken out of her revelry by a voice behind her. "Hey, Captain. You need anything? I'm about to head to the guest quarters and get some shut eye."

Moira turned and looked at the man behind her. Corso Riggs was tall, well built and looked fine as blazes in a pair of gray cargo pants and a sleeveless nerf hide vest over a sleeveless blue shirt. She wondered if he would just give in and let her sleep with him. But no, she couldn't be thinking like that – not yet. She was still supposed to be mad at him for the argument they had gotten into over Darmas Pollaran. "I'm fine; thanks Riggs."

Of course it wasn't the farm boy's fault. He had just tried to suggest that spending time with Darmas may not be the wisest idea since the man was a famous gambler and a notorious playboy. "He chases anything with a skirt, sometimes whether it's legal or not;" Riggs had said. Moira had lost her temper then. "My personal life is my business Corso."

Corso had nodded stiffly and said, "Right. I'll just leave you two alone then."

It had been great. For being an older guy, Darmas had quite a bit of stamina and his experience, Moira had thoroughly enjoyed. Even so, in hind sight, she knew it had been unreasonable to snap at Corso like that. The man had even tried to apologize but she had just been too angry to listen. "Can it, Hick!" she had snapped. "Let's go. Don't talk."

Moira couldn't even put a finger on why she was so pissed at him. She realized that he was still standing there awkwardly as if he had something to say. Biting her tongue and speaking as calmly as possible, Moira sighed, "Is something on your mind, Corso?"

He nodded slowly and said, "Mind if I have a seat real quick, Captain?"

She motioned to him to sit. "Captain, I just want to apologize for the way I acted on Coruscant. I was raised to be protective of women and I know you don't need or appreciate that. I'll try to remember that in the future but please understand I didn't mean any disrespect."

Moira smiled and laid a hand on one of his large, heavily callused ones. "Don't worry about it, Corso. I know you didn't mean anything by it and that you just didn't want to see me hurt. You gotta understand that I'm not looking for permanent. I'm not looking for a lasting relationship. I'm just looking for a little fun here and there – or just about everywhere for that matter, so getting hurt isn't very likely to happen."

Corso's dark eyes frowned but his mouth smiled and he said. "Thanks, Captain. I really should turn in though. I think I might be coming down with something from the lower levels of Coruscant."

He got up and started headed towards the turbo lifts. "Hey Corso," called Moira, a small smile on her lovely face. "I said I'm looking for fun. If you ever feel like it, I'd love to have some fun with you sometime too."

Corso blushed deeply and said, "I'm…uh… flattered, Captain but I don't think that would be a good idea. We're associates and all and I think it would make things awkward if we… uh… slept together."

Moira grinned and batted her long dark lashes. "Who said anything about sleeping, farm boy? I never mentioned sleeping and sleeping was the last thing on my mind. I'm talking about some good, hard, fun, SEX!"

Corso's already blushing face turned almost purple with embarrassment and he stuttered. "That's... that's… not a good… idea. I appreciate the… uh… offer though."

With that, Corso turned and walked quickly out of the cantina area, leaving Moira chuckling to herself. She loved making the farm boy feel awkward. His embarrassment and innocent attitude were a huge part of his charm. "You sure love picking on Corso, don't you Moira?"

The smuggler whipped around with a squeak, nearly spilling her drink. A tall man with black hair and gray eyes stood there, a small smirk on his face and a lightsaber on his hip. Jumping up with a laugh, Moira hugged him and said, "Alias Ordo! How are you? Any luck on finding the planet prison or the guy who tried to give it to the Empire yet?"

Alias Ordo frowned and looked down at her. "How did you know about that?"

She tapped the side of her cute little nose and winked. "I have sources, Jedi boy. Hey, where's that hunky friend of yours, Nedeser Thul? I've been thinking about him a lot since the Esseles."

Alias cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Why have you been thinking about him?"

"Cause he's one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen, he's a Jedi and he's a virgin so I could do whatever I wanted to him and he wouldn't know the difference. I mean, seriously, what must you guys be able to do in bed with the force? Hmmm… I'm getting a little restless just thinking about it."

Alias chuckled at her cavalier attitude and said, "Good luck with that. Nedeser is probably going to save himself until he finds his soul mate or something like that."

"Why yes. Yes I am, my friend;" came a melodious voice from behind and slightly off to the side. Out of nowhere appeared the tall and muscular figure of Nedeser Thul. Moira smiled seductively and sashayed up to him, cooing sultrily. "Hello, Nedeser. My stars, you look better and better every time I see. Hmmm…" and she folded herself into his arms like a woman returning to her lover. Nedeser hugged her but immediately felt a little awkward when she didn't let go of him. His face began to burn and Moira looked up earnestly into his fathomless blue eyes. "Did you miss me, Nedeser?"

His face still burning, Nedeser nodded and gulped. "Of course I missed you, Moira. How are you doing?"

"Oh, I've been burning for a Jedi hero to come and save me from my loneliness but he never comes. Will you be my Jedi hero, Nedeser?"

"Uh… I'm not sure I follow, Moira. What do you mean?"

His naivety was playing havoc with her sense of humor and it was getting more and more difficult to resist bursting out laughing. "Ever since the Esseles, I've been thinking… no… dreaming about this tall, muscular, heroic Jedi who sweeps me off my feet and makes love to me all night long. It's you Nedeser. Will you do that? Will you sweep me off my feet and make love to me all night long?"

Nedeser's face went white and he tried to speak but it just came out as a dry croak. "Moira, uh…"

To prevent him from saying no, Moira began to pull his face down with every intention of kissing him absolutely senseless when a throat suddenly cleared, followed by a chorus of chuckles. Nedeser's head jerked up and he went from white to red and back to white again and he took his arms from around her in a gesture that said not my idea. Looking over, Moira noticed the Grand Master of the Jedi Order Satele Shan standing there, one dark eyebrow raised and the faintest smile of amusement on her face. "Captain Denic, please refrain from molesting my Jedi. They need their heads on straight – the ones on their shoulders at the very least."

Moira couldn't help it. At such a comment come from such a respected individual, she burst into laughter. Between bouts of giggles, she tried to apologize but Satele Shan smiled and waved it away. "Do any of you know where Lieutenant Antilles is?"

"Right here. Say, I guess I missed all the fun. What's so funny, Moira?"

But the smuggler was still all but rolling with laughter. Alias chuckled. "She'll tell you later, Dren. Anyhow, what's this mission about? Why the hush-hush and the immediate action – especially since I know Nedeser and I have pretty important stuff going on and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Moira and Dren did too."

Satele nodded gravely. "I'm hoping that this mission won't take too long but it is very important. Before the sacking of Coruscant, the Republic had a battle station designed to destroy enemy ships and even enemy worlds."

They were all shocked into silence. Nedeser cleared his throat and said, "Are you speaking of the Hammer Station project, Master?"

Satele nodded. "Yes I am, Jedi Thul. Orders were given that it should be destroyed. Apparently, they were never carried out and now the station is in the hands of an isolationist fringe group, the Advozse Hegemony. They are threatening to use it to conquer any and all nearby un-aligned worlds."

Dren nodded and looked at his fellow friends. "I take it our mission is to destroy, disable or retake the Hammer Station, then?"

Satele nodded her head gravely. They all looked at each other. Moira smirked happily and gently, almost seductively, began running her fingers over the grips of her twin blaster pistols. "When are we leaving, Master Jedi?"

Satele chuckled and shook her head. "As soon as you can get your gear and get to the hanger on the lower level; there is a shuttle waiting for you there. Oh and Nedeser, I recommend a light suit of armor or at least armor weave for this mission."

"Of course, Grand Master. I picked some up when I got here."

Satele nodded and turned back to Moira. "Remember what I said about molesting my poor Jedi, Captain. It wouldn't do for them to get their heads blown off because they were being driven to distraction."

With an almost imperceptible wink, the diminutive Grand Master left the cantina. Alias and Moira stood opened mouth while Nedeser had his head in his hands and Dren whispered conspiratorially, "Did Grand Master Satele Shan just make a dirty joke?"

Nedeser nodded and said from behind his hands. "Yes she did and it's all Moira's fault."

Moira remembered what had been going on before the Grand Master had shown up and turned back to Nedeser, fluttering her dark lashes. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Nedeser honey. If you want, I would be happy to make it up to you."

Her voice was, once again, that sultry coo and all three of the men began feeling it instantly. Dren walked over to Alias and murmured. "Fifty creds says he folds and lets her kriff him."

Alias shook his head. "Oh no, not Nedeser. If he ever goes against the Jedi code, it will have to be with someone he plans to spend the rest of his life with and no one else."

Dren looked at him skeptically but then grinned and offered a hand. The two men shook on it and settled back to watch. Nedeser was backed into a chair and Moira was straddling him and murmuring huskily into his ear. "Don't you want me, Des? Am I not pretty enough for you? Do you not think I'm beautiful?"

Reluctantly, Nedeser wrapped his arms around her and haltingly murmured as she began to nibble and kiss his ear and the side of his neck. "Of course - of course I think... woah... Of course I think you're beautiful, Moira. Ohh wow that feels... wow... I just don't think that... that... that doing this before the mission is... is... a good idea. ungh!"

"Oh boy, he's in trouble;" murmured Dren. Alias was beginning to agree. Moira stopped what she was doing just long enough to whisper, "Really? Your mouth says that but the rest of you is begging for me. I can feel it, Nedeser. I can feel you."

Nedeser started as she ground herself against him and he groaned again, trying to concentrate hard enough to call on the force. She levered herself up so that her breasts were right in front of his face. In a low, sultry whisper, Moira said, "I remember that you like what you saw back there on the Sith Dreadnaught, Nedeser. Do you want to see them again?"

Slowly, teasingly, she undid first one button, and then another and then another until the white of her lacy bra was clearly visible, as was a generous amount of cleavage. As she reached for another button with one hand, her other began to run down his chest and stomach towards his groin. Suddenly, a droid yelled from the bar. "I'm sorry, citizens but we do not permit such actions in the public areas aboard this station. I am going to have to ask you to cease and desist or I will be forced to have security escort you out of this area."

With a sigh of resignation, Moira backed off the chair and buttoned her shirt back up. Nedeser was thanking every deity he had ever heard of for the loose robes the Jedi favored. Moira winked and said, "We'll finish this conversation after the mission, Nedeser."

She then walked over to Dren, grabbed him by his chest plate and yanked him into a heated kiss. When she released him, she smiled brightly and rubbed a hand over his fresh military style hair cut. "Hey, baby. It's good to see you. My, my you are looking fine in that armor."

Dren chuckled and said, "It's always a pleasure, Moira. Okay, listen up all;" and he faced all three of his companions. "I know I'm not officially in charge of this group, or unofficially for that matter, but I think it would be a good idea to go and get our gear and get to that shuttle. This IS very important. We can pick up our games of grab-ass and what not when we get back - I call dibs on Moira."

Moira winked seductively and said, "But I already called dibs on Nedeser. How is that going to work?"

Dren chuckled and said, "We'll work it out later. I'm ready so I'll meet you all down at the shuttle. Let's make it a half hour?"

They all nodded and then separated. Dren headed straight for the shuttle as he said he would. As he walked, he thought about his three fellow 'Heroes of Esseles.' They were all exceptional and highly talented and he was glad to have them here on a mission like this. Suddenly, his comlink chimed. Pulling it from his belt, he answered, "Lieutenant Antilles."

"Sir, this is Jorgan. I take it the mission's on?"

Dren sighed. "Yeah, it's on Jorgan. I'll see you when I get back. Keep your eyes and ears open for info. You never know what you can learn listening in a cantina."

"Roger that, Sir. Sergeant Jorgan out."

Dren chuckled. He had finally gotten his Cathar sergeant and friend to loosen up just a little - at least enough to let Dren spend a day with Ava Jaxo, an intelligence operative and Republic sergeant. She was something else - medium height with drastic curves in all the right places. Dren smiled just thinking about her.

Alias was making his way to the turbo lift when a small hand tapped his arm. Turning, the Jedi Knight smiled and said, "Hello, Moira. How are you?"

She smiled and gave him a proper hug. During the mission on the Esseles, they had formed a bond that was almost brotherly. In spitting rage, Moira had spilled her past to him and now Alias felt especially protective of her and she felt like she could trust him with anything. They released each other and stepped into the turbo lift. "I'm doing just fine, Alias. Corso Riggs and I are making some real headway on getting my ship back. Once I get it back, everything will be infinitely better."

"Will it, Moira?" asked Alias, trying to keep his voice mild. Moira sighed. She knew what he was talking about. The damned Jedi Knight always knew what questions to ask to make her evaluate herself and Moira Denic hated self evaluations. "It will at least be a little better. I'll be able to go anywhere I please in the galaxy and do anything I want."

Alias nodded as they continued the turbo lift ride. "Tell me if I'm way off base here or to mind my own business, Moira, but in the great GRAND scheme that is the life of Moira Denic, what do you want?"

Moira didn't want to think about that. What she wanted was already gone and there was no replacing it. Instead, she feigned ignorance. "Not sure what you mean, Alias."

Alias put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into another hug, whispering as he did, "I am asking what would truly make you happy, Moira. You deserve that. You deserve to be happy and what you're doing now - running from job to job and from bed to bed, it's going to lose its charm and the freedom you think you have will reveal itself to be fleeing to escape the pain from your past. I know you don't want to hear some Jedi mojo but listen, you need to grieve for your loss and to move on."

Moira already began to feel tears in her eyes. Snuffling, she whispered, "I've already wept until my eyes were red and bloodshot but how do I let something like that go? It was everything I had, everything I loved - the man I loved, an unborn child, even my choices were taken from me that day. Now, when I choose whom I sleep with, at least it's my choice, do you know what I mean? It's MY choice who I'm intimate with. Since I can't choose the one man who I truly loved, I will choose to take any man who I think looks good enough or even is kind enough. Isn't that letting go?"

Alias felt tears spring into his own eyes and he pulled her closer protectively. "Oh Moira, honey, no that's not letting go. That's holding on so tightly and denying it. Letting go would be allowing yourself to fall in love again, to allow someone to love you back for the wonderful woman you are. That's letting go, Moira. I know it can't be an instant thing and I know that it might even take years but I know that there is somehow out there who can love you and who you can love."

Soon the turbo lift came to a stop and they let go of each other, wiping their eyes and clearing there throats. Alias chuckled self deprecatingly. "Some big tough Jedi and Mandalorian I am."

Moira giggled and wiped a few of his tears away. "I won't tell anyone that you're really just a big softy, Alias. Don't you worry."

They both chuckled. Nedeser was there talking to Dren as they waited outside the shuttle. Moira murmured to Alias, "One of these days, you're going to have to spill your story to me just so we're even."

"When this is over, Moira, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Nedeser turned to them and smiled uncertainly. "Are you two okay? You both look like you've been crying."

Moira smiled coyly and looked the big Jedi Consular up and down. He wasn't wearing his regular Jedi robes but instead wore a flexible white armor mesh suit that hugged his body tightly. He war trousers and boots over the bottom part but nothing over the top and every muscle stood out. Moira sashayed up to him and put both hands on his chest, licking her lips suggestively as she rubbed over the silky outer layer of the armor weave, enjoying the feel of hard muscle and sinew beneath her hands. Nedeser wanted to move but at the same time, didn't want to move. It was quite the dilemma and he wasn't completely sure exactly what to do. Moira cooed. "Mmmmm, I like this, Nedeser. I like this a lot."

Dren and Alias just watched with grins on their faces, seeing what Nedeser would do. To all their surprise, Nedeser looked Moira up and down blatantly. She too wore a suit of armor weave and a pair of trousers and boots over it. However, her suit was sleeveless, dark blue and black while Nedeser's was a dark gray color. With a smile that he fervently hoped was more alluring and not at all shy, Nedeser reached forward and put his hands on her hips as if to draw her close. Suddenly, the pilot of the shuttle called, "Excuse me, gentlemen and ma'am, but we are taking off in five. You should get aboard."

Moira smiled wickedly and said, "Yes, Deser. You really should get aboard."

She stood on her tip toes and gently placed a kiss on his cheek and seductively ran a hand along his cheek bone as she walked by him. The other two chuckled and slapped him on the chest as they strode past and Nedeser Thul, feeling his pants were very tight, took a deep breath and followed them. It was a familiar setting as they all sat aboard the shuttle and looked at each other - not too different from going to and from Grand Moff Kilran's dreadnaught. This time, however, they wouldn't be fighting Imperials. They would be fighting the Advozse Hegemony, a fringe group that was bent on becoming a power all to themselves. Alias looked at Moira and suppressed a sigh. At least there were no unarmed Imperials for her to shoot in cold blood. "We're jumping to lightspeed in three... two... one... jump."

The four heroes leaned forward and watched as the stars turned to star lines and the star lines morphed into the blue tunnel of hyperspace. They were on there way and the stakes were high. Time was of the essence and they knew they already had little of it as it was. All four of them looked at one another and nodded. Alias grinned and murmured under his breath, "Once more into the fray..."

First one down. I hope you enjoyed. Please read, review and request. Thanks to all who do.

Updated 07.27.16