This story is the sequel to The End of the Sith.

I had to make this a "crossover" between the Star Wars movies and Star Wars games in order to include some of the characters in the description. Please read and review. There is a mild amount of mature content towards the end. More possibly to come. You have be warned. Enjoy.

Luke Skywalker sat on a mat behind the desk in his office aboard the MC80 Star Cruiser Home One, meditating on the events of the past six months. That's how long it had been since the Battle of Endor. In that time, the Rebel Alliance had tried to assist at Bakura after an attack from by a race from the unknown regions called the Ssi-ruuk Imperium. However, the former Darth Vader's personal flagship, the Imperial Star Dreadnaught Executer had already arrived under the control of Admiral Piett along with a dozen Imperial-Class Star Destroyers and their full escorts. The Alliance ships retreated immediately before the enemy even had the chance to respond, going back to their base at Endor. It was at Endor, the place of their greatest triumph, that they reestablished themselves as the Alliance of Free Planets. At first, they had looked for a more civilized planet to make their new government's seat of power but after the Battle of Kuat, they had decided that keeping a mobile headquarters/capital would be more strategically sound.

Luke shuddered at the memory of Kuat. He had lead a commando team aboard one of the Imperial-Class Destroyers and captured it, turning its guns on its escorts. General Han Solo had lead the fighter squadrons from his ship the Millennium Falcon. The Alliance's mission was to destroy the three massive defense stations and a massive Eclipse-class Star Dreadnaught battle was going well until the Executer-Class Star Dreadnaught Annihilator had dropped out of hyperspace into the fight. It had become desperate then until Tyber Zann and his fleet of war ships showed up. Solo had made a very uneasy alliance with them until Tyber Zann and a mercenary team took control of the new Star Dreadnaught prototype and used it to destroy the Annihilator along with dozens of Imperial AND Rebel ships. Luke had gotten to a TIE Defender and had flown with Solo and all the starfighters they could gather and attacked the prototype, blowing its main reactor and destroying it but not before Tyber Zann had escaped aboard his flagship the Merciless.

After that, the Alliance's ruling council had requested that Luke be transferred from the Alliance Special Forces Command to the Alliance Special Operations and Intelligence Division. The war with Tyber Zann and his Consortium was not a open field or space battle for the most part. It was a war in the shadows where Special Forces infiltrators and Special Operations agents went to worlds and hunted down the corrupting forces and either captured or eliminated them.

Luke sighed and stood, stretching his cramped legs. For all the benefits that Jedi Meditation had, it still managed to cause his feet to fall asleep and legs to stiffen. He had a half hour before he would go to the Governing Council and military high command with his answer to their offer so he logged on to the terminal in his room and began to look up different worlds that were beginning to show the tell-tale signs of the Zann Consortium's presence, still thinking about the transfer request. If they wanted to, they could just transfer him without asking at all. Luke was a Colonel in the Alliance Special Forces but he could understand what they were doing. The transfer was due to his being a Jedi Knight for one and to his comradery with several members of Special Ops for another. Throwing the jacket of his fatigues on, he buckled on his belt and clipped his lightsaber to it. Just before he reached the door, the door's chime went off. Luke smiled and hit the door panel. The golden plated protocol C-3PO stood before him, leaning back slightly in surprise at his prompt response. "Oh! Master Luke, sir! I was sent here to collect you for the council."

Luke patted the metal shoulder of his faithful droid. "Thanks 3PO. You can take me to them."

They headed from Luke's office aboard the MC80 Star Cruiser Home One to the main command room of that ship. As they walked, Luke interrupted 3PO's rambling to ask, "Hey, did you hear about the Moldy Crow and its crew reporting in?"

3PO didn't really even notice Luke's interruption. "They will be arriving within the hour, Master Luke. The report is that there were no casualties and that the mission was a complete success. The Zann Consortium's enforcers on Chandrilla have been killed or arrested by the local authorities and the corrupted officials have been - eliminated, sir."

Luke nodded. It was a successful mission. Personally, he hated these missions and really didn't want to get involved with them. On the other hand, however, the Zann Consortium was every bit as deadly as the Empire if not possibly worse since it could work its way into any organization. Luke himself had been involved in several different missions involving removing corruption caused by Tyber Zann's defilers. The defilers put in place their own brainwashed officials and then enforced the corruption. They were all over the galaxy. Tyber Zann's organization was so hidden in the shadows that neither the Rebel Alliance nor the Empire knew where to even begin looking for its foundation.

"Master Luke? Are you well, sir?"

Luke snapped back to reality. "Oh. Sorry, buddy. Just lost in thought. Thank you."

He ignored the protocol droid's response and strode into the council room. Marching to the center of a rather large semi-circle, Luke snapped to attention and saluted. "Colonel Skywalker, reporting as ordered."

The council was made up of the highest ranking and most influential members of the Alliance. Mon Mothma, the recently appointed president of the fledgling government, smiled down at Luke. "At ease, Colonel. I assume you know at least in part why we brought you here?"

Luke nodded. "You want my answer on the transfer. My answer is yes with a few requests of my own."

The council members looked at each other. General Airen Cracken, Chief of Alliance Intelligence, which included the Special Ops division, asked, "What are these requests, Colonel?"

Luke took a deep breath and replied, "I want to be allowed to go into the field as an operator not just a controller or administrator or a coordinator. If that means I take a demotion to be able to do that, then so be it."

They all looked around for several long moments and some of them leaned close and whispered to one another. General Madine cleared his throat and asked, "What are the other requests?"

Luke shuffled nervously. "That I can reject or accept the missions given to me; my reason being that a Jedi should never be an assassin or part of a mission of assassination."

The council members looked at each other again. General Reiken, who had been Skywalker's commanding general while the young Jedi was commanding Rogue Squadron said, "We could just reassign you and none of these conditions would be met."

Luke nodded, a small smile on his face. "Yes you could, General. I am wondering why you haven't just done that."

Luke's sister, Leia Organa pursed her lips before saying, "Pardon me saying, Madam President, but I think the Colonel is right. We can't afford to have someone of his talents in a command or control center during important missions. At the same time, if we start using him as an assassin, we will alienate any who may wish to join us, causing them to fear that we will send our 'Jedi thug' after them if they don't."

There were murmurs of agreement in the group. After several moments of low conversing, Mon Mothma turned to Luke. "We will discuss this more, Colonel Skywalker. For the time being, you are dismissed. Oh and Skywalker, I heard that the crew of the Moldy Crows' mission went well and that they are almost back with us. When you return, can you make sure that Lieutenant Jade, Agent Katarn and Agent Ors are with you when you return?"

"I will do so, Madam President." Luke replied. He snapped to attention and did an about face, marching smartly out of the conference room. C-3PO stood at a small podium just outside, acting as a receptionist. "Hello, sir. R2-D2 has just sent me a message to let me know that your X-wing Starfighter in fully ready should you need it. He also asked what he should do with your other ship."

Luke looked at the golden droid. "My other ship? I don't have another ship. What is he talking about, 3PO?"

The golden droid checked a datapad in front of him before saying, "According to recent logistics reports, a YT-2000 Light Freighter has been signed out to you. The report also states that it has the latest in technology added to it. Hmmm… by the looks of it sir, this ship has enough armor, shielding and weapons to take on a Victory-Class Destroyer on its own."

Luke was shocked. The YT-2000 was a ship that had just recently been taken out of production by the Correllian Engineering Corporation. They were easily modifiable and, therefore, could be upgraded with the greatest of ease. "Thanks, 3PO. I'm going to take a look at it right now. Tell R2 to meet me there, will you?"

Before the protocol droid could reply, Luke was quick marching towards the main hanger bay. He was a little nervous about this new ship and didn't know whether to pray that it was or was not a lot like the Millennium Falcon. As soon as he hopped through the hanger doors, he saw the ship and gaped at it. It was, next to Han Solo's ship, the ugliest looking thing he had ever seen but even so, he could see that it was an impressive ship. Dorsal and ventral quad laser cannons were visible not to mention a set of Ion Cannons much like those found on Y-wings. Luke ran several laps around the ship's exterior, beginning to feel like he had when he had bought his T-16 Skyhopper when he was just sixteen. The sublight engines were not factory stock. Neither was the hull plating, the sensor relay package, the comms array or any of the ships major systems. Running up and boarding ramps and almost tripping over his faithful droid R2-D2, Luke gave an excited woop and ran straight to the cockpit to check on the ship's systems. Despite its aesthetically displeasing outer appearance, this ship was a real work of technological art – at least in Luke's eyes. "Hey kid, what do you think?"

Luke turned around to see Han Solo wiping his hands on a greasy rag. "Pretty great, huh? Chewie, Lando and I just got her finished for you. She's not as fast as the Falcon but she has double the fire power."

Luke laughed and hugged his best friend. "This is fantastic, Han. Whose idea was it anyway?"

Han scratched the back of his neck and said, "Well it is your birthday in a few days and Leia was pretty confident you would take the transfer and the council wanted to give you a small incentive. Since this ship's been sitting in mothballs since before Hoth, Lando and I suggested we take it, upgrade and modify the hell out of it and then have it assigned to you."

Luke looked just like the naïve, ridiculous farm boy he had just after Yavin when he was getting a medal looped around his neck by a beautiful princess. "This is amazing Han."

The smuggler-turned general winked and said, "You haven't seen the best parts yet. Come on."

Immediately after leaving the cockpit and heading towards the rear of the ship, they passed Chewbacca. The big wookie gave a low growl in greeting and Luke reached over to scratch his neck. "Thanks, Chewie. This ship looks amazing."

Chewie growled in pleasure before turning back to whatever task he was doing. "Okay Luke, take a look at this hatch. I had it specially modified so that, if you had to, you could drop down it into a fighter. You see, the outside has some pretty serious magnetic cargo clamps attached to it. They are rated to be able to carry cargo as heavy as this ship so your X-wing or some other starfighter like it shouldn't be a problem."

Luke's grin only got bigger and Han chuckled before saying, "Come on, kid. The best part is still ahead. Now I know that the Falcon's cabins aren't all that good so I made sure that this ship's cabins were the best they can be. Especially the captain's quarters."

Turning the right slightly, Han slapped a door panel. The cabin inside wasn't huge but it was well furnished. There was a single, fairly large bed, a small desk and the walls had drawers for storage. It also had its own refresher unit. "I figured it's important to have a comfortable cabin. You know, just in case you need to escape somewhere – somewhere to meet someone you don't want to be caught meeting and still be comfortable."

Luke froze. He slowly turned to Han, who was grinning like a clown. The older man gave him a wink and Luke felt his face heating up and coloring. "Hey, Luke old buddy. Come and take a look at this storage unit;" came a call from another part of the ship. Trying to mask his embarrassment at what Han might have been suggesting. Lando Callrissian, a dark skinned human, stood in a large empty space. Luke was slightly confused. "It looks pretty good, Lando. Am I missing something?"

Lando chuckled and entered a combination on a wall monitor. At the back of the storage unit, a massive section of wall slid up, revealing what looked to be an empty weapons rack. Luke grinned again. "Now that's impressive. Is that even legal by Alliance regs?"

Both Lando and Han looked at each other, shrugged and then said together, "Nope."

Lando lifted a finger and said, "Last but not least, you need to see the galley, Luke. I made sure it had everything you would need to make a spectacular meal for…" and he and Han exchanged winks, "…whoever you may happen to have on board with you."

None of this got past Luke but, seeing all the hard work that had gone into the ship, he didn't mind their teasing. "You guys are amazing. Thank you so much. How the kriff did Leia convince the council to let you do this?"

They both chuckled again and it took Luke only a second to realize. "Let me guess, this is all stuff you 'acquired' and simply added to the ship without official permission, isn't it?"

Lando shook his dark head. "Ask us no questions, Luke. Plausible deniability is going to be your best friend, trust me."

Luke just laughed. He was about to thank them again when the sound of a landing alarm starting going off. A ship was coming into the hanger to land. All four of the beings in the ship ran through the corridor and down the boarding ramp. Just as they exited the ship a CEC HWK-290 Light Freighter slowly glided into the hanger and maneuvered into an open space between Luke's new ship and Mara Jade's Suwantek TL-1800 Freighter. Luke's grin had gotten so big, Lando whispered to Han, "How is his face not splitting open right now? You'd think he hadn't seen her since Endor."

Han whispered back, "Well their schedules have been pretty opposing. I doubt they've had more than a few meals and some stolen kisses since then."

"Poor kids. You think we can try to engineer a getaway so that they can spend some real time alone together, Han?"

The former smuggler looked at his friend and grinned wickedly. "Oh I don't know, I'm sure we could figure something out. We'd have to get Leia in on it though or else we'd both lose our commissions."

Lando nodded and they watched with Chewie as Luke stepped quickly towards the landed ship. Down the boarding ramp strode three figures – two women and one man. The man was rubbing his temples as the two women argued heatedly. "There is no way I'm EVER letting you piloting my ship again, Jade;" said the first, an attractive woman of just taller than medium height with brown hair wearing brown leather pants, black boots and a thick pocketed jacket over a tan shirt. The woman she was talking to, a shorter woman with golden-red hair and wearing a black leather, tightly fitting jumpsuit scoffed back in a lower, almost husky voice, "'Let me?' Ors, I had to get us out of there or else we never would have escaped. If you and Kyle had gone any slower, I would have had to haul your sorry butts out of their and fight off the local defense fighters. That little scratch won't hurt the Crow."

Jan Ors stopped and almost shrieked, "'Little scratch'? You managed to lose the entire sensor array pulling off that stunt, Jade!"

The fiery redhead smirked, "She needed a new one anyway. That thing couldn't pick up a star dreadnaught if it were shooting at it."

Luke had stopped and was weighing the risk of interrupting the argument when Kyle Katarn, the male agent who had gone along walked up and said, "Please, PLEASE tell me you have pain killers. I NEED pain killers."

Luke motioned to a standard work area medkit on one of the pillars and said, "How bad would it be if I tried to pry them apart, Kyle?"

Kyle shook his head. "Already tried, Colonel. You'll just wind up like me – with a headache and the urge to drink a couple bottles of Correllian fire whiskey."

Luke nodded, still contemplating whether it was worth it until Mara, in the midst of a snarky remark saw him and forgot what she was going to say. A beautiful and utterly genuine smile crossed her lovely features and she forgot about Jan. "Farmboy! Hey!"

She ran up and flung her arms around him. It took all of Mara's finely honed discipline not to lay a burning kiss on Luke's lips. After their little display of affection at celebration after Endor, Command had warned them against such public displays. Jan walked by frostily and said, "Colonel."

Kyle threw an arm around her shoulder and said, "It's alright, Jan. That sensor's array was wearing out anyway. Now we have an excuse to request a new one."

Luke and Mara had separated and Luke was getting her caught up on current events. Mara's already blinding smile brightened even more. "So you ARE transferring to Ops! That's great! Maybe we'll get some missions together."

She leaned in close and whispered seductively, "I've been praying for a chance to go on a mission alone with you since Endor. You have no idea how much I've been hoping."

Luke blushed at her. "Oh I think I can imagine. I've been hoping for the same thing."

Suddenly, they were interrupted by two throats being cleared and a very rough gruff gruff gruff sound. Turning, Mara scowled at Lando Callrissian, Han Solo and Chewbacca, all of whom were grinning ear to ear. "Generals, Chewbacca, anything I can do for you?"

Lando shook his head and Han said, "Not a thing, Red. We were just finishing up the upgrades and modifications on Luke's new ship here."

He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. Mara looked at it with a frown. Slowly, she walked around the exterior of the ship and, when she had made it to the bottom of the boarding ramp where Luke was waiting with a big grin on his face, she looked impressed. "Wow. I haven't seen one of these in a while. The Empire never used them because, at least in their stock form, they aren't worth the credits to order in bulk. You three have done a hell of a job though."

Luke motioned her up the ramp, barely containing his excitement. "It gets better. Take a look inside."

Lando and Han were about to follow when Chewie gave a growl. "Good point, buddy. Come on Lando, let's get cleaned up and leave them alone. This may be the most time alone they get for a while now."

Mara was impressed with everything she saw, especially the hidden weapons rack and galley. "I think i'll install a rack like that on my ship."

Luke unintentionally showed her the cabins last. "Here are the captain's quarters. They are only a little bigger than the other cabins but it does have its own refresher."

"And a sizable bed too." She turned her dazzling green eyes on Luke. "Why the big bed, Farmboy?"

Luke didn't respond out loud. He just shrugged and moved closer to her. Mara smiled happily and tossed a couple loose locks of hair out of her face as she wrapped her arms around Luke's neck and allowed him to pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. She gave a low moan as Luke's tongue pressed between her lips and caressed her own. After nearly a minute, they separated for lack of oxygen. "Want to try the bed out?" asked Mara in a breathless, husky voice. Luke's blue eyes blazed with want and he slowly began maneuvering them both to the bed as he covered her mouth with another searing kiss. They didn't even make it that far before they were surprised by the whistles of Luke's R2 droid. Luke groaned in disappointment. "Yes, R2. Tell 3PO that we are on our way. Oh and make sure that 3PO gets Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors too."

The little droid tweetled in reply before rolling off. Luke looked back at Mara whose eyes were still alight with green fire. Sighing, Luke wrapped her in his arms again and said, "Well looks like duty calls – again."

Mara nodded but then pulled him almost violently into another kiss and refused to let him go until they both saw stars for want or air. "That will hopefully tide us over;" she murmured, sounding almost drunk. Luke nodded dumbly and they both made their way to the ships ramp.

The Governing Council, with the addition of Generals Solo and Calrissian watched silently as Colonel Luke Skywalker, Lieutenant Mara Jade, Agent Jan Ors and Agent Kyle Katarn filed in. Just as before, Skywalker snapped to attention but before he could make the proper announcement, Han Solo said, "At ease, Colonel."

The military leadership gave him a disapproving look, which Han ignored. Leia hid a smile. After a moment, Mon Mothma stood and said, "We hope that the ship we assigned you is satisfactory, Colonel."

Luke smiled his big farm boy smile and said, "Very much so, Madam President. Thank you, council members."

Mon Mothma smiled and continued. "We have received word that the government of the planet of Naboo has been corrupted by the intergalactic crime organization the Zann Consortium."

Everyone scowled. The Zann Consortium was becoming an all too familiar problem. Luke cleared his throat. "So what's the mission?"

General Crix Madine replied, "We want you to go and eliminate or arrest all of Zann's infiltrators on planet. If the current king, a King Marious Tahoon I believe, is a puppet ruler who has been brain washed, he must be eliminated."

Luke frowned, anger rising within him. He was about to object when Leia lifted a hand, forestalling his argument and saying, "We know that you object to assassination but if we don't do something to get rid of him, then the beings of Naboo will be enslaved and the rich energy deposits will be used by Tyber Zann. We CANNOT allow that, Luke."

Luke nodded, still unhappy about it. General Madine continued, "How you do this is up to you. Go requisition what you need. You will leave by zero-seven hundred standard time tomorrow morning. Colonel Skywalker, you are in charge of this mission. Any questions?"

Luke lifted a hand. "Why us, Sir? Agents Ors and Katarn and Lieutenant Jade just got back from a mission less than an hour ago and besides, wouldn't a full intelligence team or infiltration commando unit be better for this operation?"

General Airen Cracken answered, "Because Tyber Zann has infiltrators in every level of our infrastructure. To be frank, you four are the best we have and we can trust you. That's why you're going. Also, within this room are the only persons who know about this mission. Make sure it stays that way. Are there any other question?"

No one said anything. General Madine nodded, "Go and get what you need. Dismissed."

When they had exited, Luke turned to his three new team mates. "We have less than sixteen hours to get ready for this mission. Agent Ors, Lieutenant Jade can I trust you two to be civil?"

They both nodded and said, "Yes sir."

"Good. Now Kyle, go to the quartermaster and requisition all emergency and field rations as well as medical supplies that we may need. Jan, go and get as much bench stock parts and supplies as we are allowed by regs to take with us. If you can get some that aren't technically allowed by regs, get those too. Lieutenant, go to the armorer and pick out any and all weapons you want or think may be necessary. I will go and get the non-ration food so that we can have a few real meals on this trip. Any questions?"

They all shook their heads and Luke dismissed them to their tasks. For the better part of the remaining day, they gathered supplies. A train of hover-carts were lined up outside the ship and the four of them became animated about stocking Luke's new ship. Mara and Jan were not only civil, but seemed to actually become quite amiable with one another as they helped each other store the parts and weapons in the cargo bay. When all was stowed and the carts returned to their proper places, Luke faced them all at the bottom of the boarding ramp. "Well done. That took less time than I thought it would. We lift off in ten hours so go get some sleep, eat a couple good meals and see to any personal gear your bringing along. If you need me, just give me a ping on the comlink. Do you need anything from me right now?"

Mara raised a hand slightly. "Can I speak to you in private, Colonel? There are a few things I would like to go over with you."

Through the mental link that they shared through the force, he heard her heated words. For instance, I would love to go over you – ALL OVER YOU.

Luke had a lot of practice dealing with Mara's mental flirting and had even been able to learn to hide his embarrassment. However, he felt his face begin to color and he cleared his throat before replying, "Of course, Lieutenant. Is it urgent or would you like to discuss it after dinner?"

In his head, Luke heard, URGENT doesn't even begin to describe it, Farmboy. I'm getting plasma burn from the inside out, here.

Verbally, she said, "It can wait till after dinner. It's nothing world shattering." Yes, it can wait but you owe me, Farmboy for making me wait. I WILL collect later.

"Very well Lieutenant. Do any of you want to join me in the mess? I hear that the new cook actually seasons the food."

Jan and Kyle declined but Mara said, "Sure. An Alliance cook who uses salt has to be one of the new wonders of the galaxy. I'm game." You know, that bed aboard your ship still needs to be tested. You never know with those starship beds. Seeing as how it's kinda big, it would be more efficient if two people tested it, don't you think?

Luke felt a smile tug at his lips. Looking at Mara, he was almost startled at the barely contained desire on her face. Are you feeling okay, Mara? You've never been this… insistent before. I'm not complaining but I do want to be sure you're okay.

I'm fine, Farmboy. I just had to deal with hearing Ors and Katarn going at it like a couple of Dantooine Kath Hounds in the middle of spring a couple of times during that last mission. I'm sure you can imagine how that made me feel.

Luke winced at the thought. Spring was mating season for Kath Hounds on Dantooine. It must have been absolute torture for her on so many levels. Well they say anticipation is half the fun.

Mara turned a green eyed glare on him. Anticipate THIS, Farmboy.

Immediately all the emotions and feelings as well as several rather erotic if half remembered dreams washed over their mental link. Luke gasped involuntarily and staggered, causing Jade to grab his arm. Luke looked at her, his face burning. Mara stood there, smirking wickedly as she said out loud. "Careful, Colonel. We can't have you hurting yourself before the mission now can we?"

Inwardly Luke groaned. He could already feel the effects of Mara's mental delivery on his body and mind. Out of pure stubbornness, he forced himself to go to the mess hall, get food, sit down and eat it as slowly as possible. He and Mara then went and got their gear together. Then, side by side, with Mara sending more and more heated thoughts over their mental link, they made their way to Luke's new ship. As soon as they were up the ramp, Luke closed the boarding hatch and Mara grabbed the front of Luke's shirt, swung him around and rather violently slammed him against the bulkhead, kissing him hard. Luke's groan was partly from the effects of Mara's kiss and partly from the fact that she had just slammed him into a solid durasteel wall. He could already feel the bruises forming on his back and shoulders. Mara lifted a leg around his waist and leaned herself against his with an insistent moan. Luke grabbed the leg and then, displaying a decent amount of strength for someone of his stature, also grabbed and lifted the other one, supporting Mara's weight on his hips as he carried her towards the captain's cabin. He almost went past it since Mara refused to let him get far enough away to see where he was going. After several swings and misses, Luke slapped the door control and carried her in, still fastened to her lips. As carefully as he could, he laid them both on the bed. Mara stopped kissing him and gazed at him through lidded eyes. "I've waited so long for this." She murmured. Luke nodded and replied breathlessly, "So have I, ever since Endor."

Mara's eyes widened slightly and she pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear, her voice a sultry purr. "Oh Farmboy, I've been waiting since before Endor. Remember that little game we played on the trip from Dagobah to Sullust?"

Luke's eyes widened. Her sultry purr gained a slight edge of desperation in it. "Too many clothes, Luke."

Jumping back to their feet, they both began to divest themselves of their garments between nearly smothering each other with kisses. They had both made it down to their undergarments and Mara was about to throw Luke onto the bed when a whistle and several beeps came from the doorway. They both froze and Luke spun around. His astromech droid R2-D2 was standing there, tweetling to them curiously. Mara narrowed her eyes. Standing there in just a gray tanktop and panties, she sent a thought to Luke across their mental link. That droid had better not be recording, Skywalker.

Luke had to take a deep breath, embarrassed in his own state of undress. The droid whistled a question. "No, R2! Mara is not trying to kill me – nothing like that at all. We're..."

And Luke fumbled to try and explain to a non-living droid about love, sex and everything involving the two subjects but nothing came to him. Finally, he managed, "We are just getting ready for bed, buddy."

The droid whistled and beeped and Luke turned as red as if he had been burnt by the Tatooine suns. "Yes, R2. For sentient beings, sometimes it DOES involve a lot of physical contact. Why don't you go to the droid maintenance shop and recharge yourself. Oh, and make sure R3-L9's upgrades are finished. She'll be coming with us too."

The droid whistled more and Mara began to get impatient. Kneeling on the bed, she wrapped her arms around Luke from behind and pressed her body against his back. She began to kiss along the back of his neck, nibble and lick his ears and generally just remind him that she was waiting for him. Luke's speech quickly became halting and disjointed. "I just don't wa – want you to be – become – to get overwor - worked, little buddy. Go on, now. Get – get to the maint – mainten – just get out of here, R2!" Luke groaned. Mara had been kissing a line of fire up and down his back while rubbing up and down his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles while also pressing her own body against his. To make matters worse, she had allowed her undershirt to lift as she rubbed until her own bare breasts rubbed against his back. It was then that Luke had enough. He spun and wrapped his arms around her, now ignoring his droid, and kissing her soft lips before kissing his way back to her ears and down along her jaw. Luke took his time, wanting to prolong and savor their first time. Don't prolong it too much, Luke. As much as I want this, I'm exhausted. By the force, you smell good, Farmboy

Luke smiled against her collar bone before giving it just the faintest little love bite. What are you talking about? I smell like sweat, preservatives, cleaning oils and various other solutions.

Oh but to me that is the SEXIEST smell in the galaxy. Still too many clothes. Little help with this shirt?

Luke placed his hands on her hips and slid his fingers up her ribs, slowly raising the undershirt along with them. He almost had it off when his comlink chimed. He froze for several seconds and turned his head to glare at the device. It continued to chime. Using the force, he called it to him and saw that it was his sister, Leia Organa. With a snort, he tossed it on the foot of the bed and went back to what he was doing. Mara gave a moan as he began to kiss his way up her bare stomach and ribs. The comlink chimed again and they both groaned in frustration. "Just get it, Luke. See what she wants."

Mara liked Leia. They were good friends but at that moment, Mara wanted to scream at her. Luke told himself "a Jedi does not know rage" a couple times quickly before answering, trying to sound like he had just woken up. "Hello?"

His sisters voice betrayed no knowledge of what they were up to. "Hey Luke. Everything going okay? R2 said he had just ran into you on the ship and was a little nervous for you."

Luke suppressed another groan and replied, "Yup everything's all good. I just had some work to do on the ship and decided to stay in the captain's cabin when I was finished."

"Hmmm... and did Lieutenant Jade decide to stay after the work was finished too?"

Luke gave a groan and said, "Look Leia, we're – I'M kinda in the middle of something here. Is there something you need?"

Leia chuckle nearly made Luke snap at her, he was so frustrated. "No I don't need anything. Just making sure you're okay. You know how R2 can be."

"Yes I do. Sleep well, Leia. Night;" and Luke closed down the device. Turning back to Mara, he was utterly bewildered to discover that she had fallen asleep. Looking up to the ceiling of the cabin, Luke cursed long and silently as his raging libido began to dissipate. With a disappointed sigh, Luke grabbed a blanket and threw it over both of them before he wrapped Mara in his arms, kissed her on her soft cheek and whispered, "Goodnight, Mara."

Updated May 24, 2016