Jedi Knight Doran Sarkin-Tainer's danger sense tingled too late for him when the Skipray Blastboat he piloted dropped out of hyperspace dozens of lightyears from the Transitory Mists. The next thing he knew, his forward viewscreen was filled with the laser bolts of several transport yachts hitting his front shields.
Taking evasive action immediately, Doran wheeled the Blastboat around, simultaneously shifting power from his waning forward shields to his rear shields. But once again, because of the hurried action, the Jedi's senses failed him; more yachts were hanging back that way and were already pouring lasers in his direction.
And with no energy protecting his bow, the lasers tore through the hull before him, expelling the helpless Knight out into the vacuum of space.
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"So you're Rain Sahali, I take it?" the slightly overweight green Twi'lek woman said to Vestara.
The humanoid was clad entirely out of blue-tinted shimmersilk, as if they were her pajamas; clearly, Vestara thought, this woman wasn't a dancer, but from her air, it seemed like she once was in her life. And now, while she'd only be attractive enough to have sex with a man if he were drunk, it was obvious that either Plinkett, Dev'lia, or both saw her fit enough to continue training dancers for Plinkett's Poppers.
Her name was Faul'irp, and she was meeting Vestara in the dancers' dressing room. Around the Sith and the trainer, dancers were getting ready with their exotic and easy-to-rip-off clothes and other accessories for the pleasures of their audience on the stage. Only Vestara and Faul'irp were the only women in the room to be dressing respectably for their gender.
Vestara nodded, quickly falling back into the persona of an innocent, naive girl with nowhere else to go. "I am."
"Very well," Faul'irp said in a matter-of-fact way. "Follow me." She waved her hand to a door in a far corner of the room and walked to it, passing by several of the dancers still getting ready for their acts. Vestara followed the Twi'lek easily, though she made sure to keep her steps appearing uncertain and hesitant, if only to keep up her off-stage act to her fellow dancers.
Faul'irp opened the door and walked inside, with Vestara still following her lead. Inside the room, the Twi'lek waved the human in and as the former closed the door behind her, the latter took stock of her surroundings.
They were in a bare grey room, empty except for the raised dais at the back of the room with a metal pole extending from the floor all the way to the ceiling. Surrounding the top of the pole were a set of light bulbs. Other than those features, which appeared well-maintained and in relatively pristine conditions, the rest of the near-empty room was covered with a thin layer of dust. Vestara wondered why maintenance didn't bother with everything aside from the dais, the pole, and the lights in this area, but decided not to voice her question to Faul'irp; her inquisitiveness would only attract suspicion to her guise as Rain Sahali.
"Wait on that stage," Faul'irp commanded, still in that matter-of-fact tone. "Don't do anything until Mister Dev'lia arrives, which will be any minute now."
"Yes, ma'am," Vestara replied in that false mousy tone, heading to the dais without complaint.
A quarter of a minute after she arrived and turned on the stage to face Faul'irp, Dev'lia barged into the room and walked right up next to the Twi'lek.
"So, Faully, is our beautiful little Raindrop here ready to convince us she can make it thunder on the stage?" the Bothan asked.
"She is," the Twi'lek said. She looked back up at Vestara. "Now, Rain, I want you to do exactly as I say, and go as slow as you need to. This is only a training exercise. There's no need to worry here, even as I understand that Devvy here wants you to get up on stage tomorrow." She gave him a brief glare that he barely repressed snarling to.
But just as quickly as he restrained himself from growling at Faul'irp, Dev'lia managed to regain his businesslike composure and smiled that creepy smile of his. "Oh, but, Faully, I can sense it in her," he said in that slick tone that usually accompanied that predatory grin. "She'll make it quickly. I think you'll be very impressed."
Faul'irp grimaced, but shifted attention away from her scummy employer to her latest trainee. "Take off your clothes, slowly and carefully, as if all your joints are in pain," the Twi'lek commanded. "And arch your back and sway your hips as sensually as you can."
Vestara did exactly as Faul'irp instructed, managing to execute the movements almost flawlessly. She all but suppressed the cold shiver in her spine from Dev'lia's obvious growl of pleasure, mixed with the gaze he leveled up at her that was even more predatory than before. Faul'irp, on the other hand, conveyed nothing in her body image or facial expressions, but Vestara could feel through the Twi'lek's force aura that she felt great shame and embarrassment at having to train a young woman like Rain Sahali to do this; and with a pervert right next to her enjoying the show to boot.
"Very good, Rain," Faul'irp said once Vestara was down to her bra and panties. "Now do what you can with your underwear; it's your first time, I understand, so I won't dock you points if you execute it less than flawlessly."
Vestara swallowed a lump in her throat that was all too real this time. And seeing Dev'lia's all but lick his snout in pleasure didn't help things.
But somehow, after a bit of hesitation, and without any repeat of the command by Faul'irp, the Sith rather clumsily unhooked her bra, then slid down her panties.
And yet, somehow, she managed to stand not meekly and with her head hung low, or proudly and with her head held high, but as sexually and as provocative as she could in her nude form.
At that point, Dev'lia couldn't hold back the animal roar that came from his wolf-like vocals. Faul'irp didn't even flinch to his reaction.
For the next three hours, Vestara managed to listen and obey all of Faul'irp's commands, repeating several moves quite a few times to make sure that Rain Sahali didn't make any last-minute foul-ups in her upcoming performance. Vestara didn't; she was flawless, not only thanks to her natural grace, agility, and combat training, but also in letting the Force guide her successfully through all her movements.
By the end of those hours, Faul'irp sighed and said, "You will be ready for tomorrow, Rain."
"I told ya she'd do it, Faully," Dev'lia said to the Twi'lek. "Didn't I?"
"You certainly did, Devvy," the Twi'lek replied in her impenetrable monotone.
Again, Vestara could feel Faul'irp's pain in having to do this. But she wouldn't confront her on this; maybe not even after Plinkett, and most certainly Dev'lia, were gone.
All Vestara could do now was get her clothes, put them back on, and leave with the dignity she maintained against Dev'lia's viewing.
