With seventeen floors in her extended quarters, Jaina had more space than she knew what to do with. An expanded hangar complex was going in at the top, and the lowest deck above the guard line was going to be a barracks for the DT-4 droid platoon, but that still left an awful lot of free room. As Tahiri had said, they couldn't convert all that unused space into detention blocks to play Inquisitor-and-Rebel in, and the increasingly absurd suggestions they'd come up with, curled up together on the sofa with a terrible old Imperial holonovel on the player, had made them giggle uncontrollably.
To start with, though, they'd had several partitions taken out on the levels immediately above the droid barracks, to create a large training room - they already had a little gym for toning, weights and stretches, which had replaced the glass-walled arboretum off the lounge, but they needed a bigger workout space for things like lightsaber sparring, target-shooting, and rope-climbing. The new space rose through three floors, and spanned more than half of the footprint of the tower. More than big enough.
Unfortunately, they'd forgotten to put in a locker room.
"Would you really have had sex with them?" Jaina asked, unbuttoning her shirt, and stripping naked to the waist.
"I like doing what you tell me to," Tahiri smiled, eyeing Jaina's body. "In public, anyway."
Jaina blushed in response, pushing down her trousers so that she was almost naked for a moment, and then began pulling on the sleeveless black jumpsuit that served as an undergarment for her new armour. The armour was similar in style to Tahiri's, but came in two-tone black rather than glossy red, and lacked the optional sleeve and shoulder plates which gave the blonde girl's version the protection of miniature armoured vehicle - just a segmented corset, crotch-guard, and a chest-plate with a shiny built-in collar which fastened over her choker, and armoured knee-boots, with wedge-heels that were flexible enough to fight in, while lifting her height to match her sparring partner.
The result was a sleeveless black ensemble, tough and stylish but very easy to move around in, reminiscent of the sort of infiltration gear which that Mara Jade Skywalker had favoured.
Aunt Mara had been Jaina's Jedi Master as well as part of the family, so she felt that the homage was appropriate; considering that Mara's preference for this sort of costume had derived from the outfits which she'd worn in her original career as Palpatine's favourite assassin, the choice of costume seemed suitable in a very Imperial way, as well.
Jaina picked up her lightsaber from the floor beside her discarded shirt. The weapon seemed Imperial, too - a slim black cylinder, the lower half strapped around with nerfhide to provide a grip, the upper section smooth and plain except for the raised switch which activated the blade. The combination of function and aesthetic integrity was something that had always appealed to her.
Though when she was drunk, she used the weapon as a sex-toy.
"Did you fix that thing?" Tahiri asked.
Jaina gave her a wry look. "Someone was distracting me."
"You're fun to distract," Tahiri shrugged. "Now let's see how much of this we still remember."
Jaina thumbed her lightsaber's hilt, and centred her posture behind the weapon. The meter-long blade of laser light had ignited cleanly, but there was a slight rasp to the sound of the energy coursing through the focusing array, and a flicker to the weapon's light, the sort of off-beat tuning which would give the energy blade the equivalent of a serrated cutting edge. She wondered if that was just a side-effect of the new synthetic crystal which she'd swapped in for her old Jedi one, but Tahiri's blade, using an identical gem, had a more confident note, and a steadier light.
Tahiri lunged before Jaina was quite ready, and then the sparring match was on. She gave ground against her red-armoured friend, trying to get the rhythm and pattern of her movements, looking for the moment when she could shift onto the attack and start dictating the timing of their encounter for herself.
The two blades made a buzzing noise when Tahiri's clashed against her own.
"You sure you fixed that thing?"
"Perfect tuning for disemboweling and castrating former Moffs."
"Not the current ones?"
"Nah, I like them."
And then she caught Tahiri's thrust, stepped around, and swept her blade forward, forcing her opponent to defend and stumble back.
Jaina danced, lunging into the opening left by Tahiri's hasty, one-handed blocking move. Tahiri swayed back to let the blade pass cleanly in front of her waist, then flipped away and resumed her thrusting attack. Somehow, she'd taken the initiative back already.
"You're good," Jaina noticed.
"Partially because I know I don't need to hold back," Tahiri grinned, "because you can match anything I throw at you." There was a little breathlessness to her voice. That suited her. "Whereas you are feeling self-conscious about cutting off people's arms."
"Maybe you should wear your sleeves?" Jaina offered. She'd cut off her brother's arm. Uncle Luke had lost a hand to Vader, who had lost most of his limbs to Obi-Wan Kenobi. "We don't have a good reputation where this is concerned."
"I'm part-Vong," Tahiri grinned. "Amputation turns me on."
Jaina snorted, pirouetting, arms raised, hands above her head, blade thrust down behind her back to block the next attack.
"Showy," Tahiri countered, thrusting to make her spin away to one side. They squared off again, half-a-meter between their blades, grinning. "This is foreplay, right?"
"Right," Jaina said, though she wasn't sure she meant that. Tahiri was on the warpath again, her body low, feet wide, her blade thrust forward - snaking movements which probably owed more to Yuuzhan Vong techniques with the amphistaff than conventional Jedi or Sith combat drills. "You're going to have to teach me some of those-Sith!"
Jaina's lightsaber had abruptly shorted out, becoming a useless dildo in her hands, and Tahiri's blade sang, forcing her to lunge forward and do something like a belly-dancing move beneath the slashing weapon, spinning around and then landing on her ass, sprawled at Tahiri's feet.
"You look good." The tip of the blonde's weapon twitched, aiming at her throat. Then she grinned, and pointed the thing at Jaina's crotch instead.
"I yield," Jaina panted. That had been close. She was breathing hard, a little shocked by what had just happened. And she was turned on, of course - but perhaps for slightly different reasons.
"So much for the foreplay," Tahiri laughed, switching off her lightsaber and tossing the weapon away over her shoulder. "Perhaps we need to do more things naked, because we seem to keep having to take off all our clothes."
No edits in this one, but a writer here named Kamil the Awesome was kind enough to repay my review of a story named "The Once and Future Sword" with a public rec of my other story on this site, "Rebel". Turned out we'd been enjoying each other's writing. So I figured I'd repay the honour by recommending "The Once and Future Sword" here - a Star Wars time-travel story rated K+ which should be somewhere near the top of the main category page. If you like a well-written Jaina Solo, you should definitely enjoy that one.
