"You are to go to Korriban. It has been reported that Boba Fett and more from the group that attacked are holed up there," Mon Mothma ordered. She was elderly, somewhat senile, and the lines of her office could be seen on her face.

Jun was a fresh 18 and seven feet tall. I was 17 and 5'4.5".

"Of course, Ma'am," I said.

"You have three days to prepare."

Jun was with me when the orders came through, so we took The Banshee and other equipment to Motorola's.

Whango was out, but Nanette and Neri were in.

Neri was the newest employee. He was a very handsome Twi'lek, who only had eyes for Nanette.

"What do you losers want?" Nettie asked, much to Neri's horror.

"Neri, it's okay," Jun laughed. "She only treats us this way."

"Very true," I agreed.

"How can I help you? Neri asked.

Jun was explaining to Neri what we needed and I explained to Netti.

"Well, I can handle the ship and Neri can handle you equipment. Where are you guys headed?"

"Korriban. People from the attack are reportedly in hiding there, including Boba Fett."

"Woah…wait. I'm not so sure this is a good idea."

"I know I'm not as strong as Jun. I freely admit it. But we have to go after them and bring them in."

"Az, I have a really bad feeling about this."

"I respect that. You've been right about most of those gut feelings."

"Most? When have I ever been wrong?"

"Well, there was that one time when you told me not to go to Hapes because I would encounter the 'majestic space whale.'"

"I didn't know that holofilm was made up," Nettie mumbled, embarrassed at the memory.

"Anyway, Jun can't go alone. Korriban is in his roots. If he goes back unattended I don't even want to think about how badly that could turn out."

Nanette sighed. "Okay, but promise me you'll be careful. Like extra careful."

"I'll do my best. Jun will be with me, and he's very alert and aggressive. He is strong and I have a quick tongue and wit. If he thinks he can help, he will and vice versa. I know what I signed up for and so does he. I could be hurt or killed. But with you and Jun by my side, I can do anything."

Nanette shook her head and ducked under The Banshee. "Then I'd better start on this ship."

"Nettie, I'll do EVERYTHING that I can to come back safely. I promise."

Nanette poker her head out from under the hull. "You'd better."

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In three days' time, Jun and I were ready to go (and I was ovulating unbeknownst to me).

Jun would not allow me to pilot The Banshee, so really, it was my job to keep him awake. It was a two day journey, and autopilot would get us through the night.

During the day, our conversation was light-hearted.

We told jokes, told stories, I spewed useless facts, and Jun listed off some defense tips.

There were two bunks in Jun's ship. Jun slung me on the top like a sack of wheat. I felt sorry for him, because his legs hung off the edge of his bunk.

But, he slept fine, and so did I. I always did with Jun nearby.

The next day, when Korriban was seen, we both strapped in for the landing cycle.

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Korriban doesn't take kindly to visitors.

"What do you want?" the port keeper asked.

"We are representatives of the Galactic Republic, hoping to take terrorists into custody," I replied coolly.

The keeper seemed satisfied and let us go on our way.

For this mission, we decided not to rent transports until the people were captured to give some stealth.

We landed after noon, and we trekked until it got dark. Jun created a small fire, and we ate some dried meat, dried fruit, and Jun cooked some cabbage.

As we ate, we traded some friendly banter. Maybe we shouldn't have. But we did, and I paid for letting my guard down.

Evening became night, and we needed to rest.

"G'Night, Asenath," Jun said as he laid down.

"Night, Jun."

Jun fell asleep almost instantly, and I followed maybe twenty minutes later.

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I was awakened by a hand covering my mouth.

My heart pounded.

I licked the hand, but it did not move.

I tried to bite it, but that also failed

Jun was just across from me, and I could see him in the light of the dying fire.

I took a breath and tried to scream, but my attacker hissed in my ear, "I wouldn't do that if I was you." His free hand unhooked my utility belt, leaving me defenseless.

He lifted me onto my heels and dragged me to a cave no more than 100 yards away.

The cave wasn't as it seemed from the outside. It was more than just tunnels. It was a lair, with man-made rooms, and some of the tunnels were not natural. There were auto-turrets hanging from the ceiling and the floor was concrete. In some of the rooms, the walls were Mandalorian steel. I was cold.

The man flung me into a room and shut the blast door. I turned around and what I saw made my heart race more and my blood congeal. Vlad Belladonna.

He had a blaster pointed at me and he pulled down his hood. Yellow eyes, orange skin with black marks, and horns. It was the man with Skanato. He had completed his surgery courses.

Without the blaster moving, he threw a powder blue dress at me.

"Put it on, but leave your undergarments off. They will only slows me up. Go to that corner," he commanded.

I did as I was told.

A panel came down. I was trapped in this triangle with no way out. I had no choice. I stripped completely nude and put on the garment given to me. The dress was deep V-necked, ¾ sleeves, floor length, twice layered chiffon, yet I felt extremely exposed.

My heart rate did not slow and my stomach began to churn as I folded my uniform carefully.

I left my magnets and receivers attached, and the panel lifted. I faced him, and he bade me to approach.

With each step, I could feel and hear the tacky sound my bare feet made on the floor.

He held up his hand for me to stop walking.

He closed the distance and circled me.

As he inspected me, I inspected him.

He wore a det-pack across his back, his pants were a little tighter than normally encouraged in modest society, and he wore a white, ribbed tank top.

I shuddered involuntarily.

There was a small sleeping couch and he pushed me over to it, though he wanted me to remain standing.

Still holding his gun, he ripped open my dress at the front, revealing my bare breasts. No one had ever seen them besides me, and I tried to cover myself, but Vlad slapped my arms away, hard enough to leave marks behind.

Then, he began to lick and suckle on my nipples.

I began to cry and tried to move him away, but he was enjoying my tears.

"Now, luvvy, don't cry," he "cooed." He leaned back down to kiss me and violently did so, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, his filed teeth scraping my lip. When he finally pulled away, his teeth dragged across my lower lip and blood ran in a thin, crimson trail down my chin.

I began to sob, and he slapped me.

I tried to be still as he lifted up the skirts. I grabbed his wrist, but he put the blaster against my temple and I let go. He licked my neck and fondled my privates just as some of Zorba's friends had done so many years before.

I continued to cry as Vlad loosened his belt.

I closed my eyes.

I am grateful to this day that I did not see his penis.

With one quick movement, she spun me around, forced me to bend over the sleeping couch, and made me get on my knees.

I heard his belt and pants hit the floor. Then, he ripped my magnets and receivers off of my head and ears and threw them toward my uniform across the room.

Vlad then tore the dress' skirts up to the remains of the bodice in the back.

Clad now in basically rags, I was ashamed.

He pawed my bare butt and smacked their cheeks. I couldn't hear the sound and I am so glad. If I heard it, I would've probably puked.

I had never been in a room naked in my current womanly body with a man before. Even in close quarters with Jun, I never exposed myself.

Yet, here I was, being molested by a stranger as he casually perused and caressed my body.

Vlad positioned himself behind me, and I tried to find solace in the Force, but couldn't concentrate enough to do so.

When Vlad pushed his penis inside of me, I felt myself whine, and he pulled my hair for it. It was a searing pain in my groin, but he did not care. He was spinney and large. That much I could tell. The spines hurt my vaginal walls.

My breasts flopped freely with his thrusts, and I could feel the flesh of his thighs slapping my thighs and rear as he pumped to his heart's content inside of me.

I was beginning to choke on my tears and snot.

He continued to thrust and I did nothing. He kept the blaster pointed at my head.

Vlad's pace finally slowed and he withdrew, but the damage had been done.

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Before I go on, I must say, this account can only be given in such detail because of experience with my husband(s), Jun, and Nanette's patience. At the time, I had no idea what or why or how this worked.

Rape is not a crime of lust, but one of violence. Jun repaid such violence with more violence.

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Jun burst into the room as the blast doors blew off. I saw the sparks and looked.

Jun was beyond furious.

With total control, Jun lifted the man away from me and used the Force to kill him.

Kill is an understatement. Jun used the Force to strangle, tear apart, and implode Vlad, the process taking a good three to five minutes.

A rain of blood and guts fell to the floor about three feet from where I knelt, trembling. Some of the larger organs splattered blood on the rags I had on and Jun was coated in it.

"Are you alright?" he signed. Jun seemed to not notice my exposed bare breasts and rear. I hoped that was the case at the time, anyway. Jun was genuinely concerned.

I couldn't speak and my hands were shaking.

I apparently wasn't breathing, either, because he signed, "Asenath, breathe honey. Breathe." Jun came over and knelt in front of me and hugged me.

"Thank you," I muttered into his chest.

I continued to shake but my mind began to stabilize. "Jun, you're covered in blood," I said as I tried to stand. My legs buckled.

"Stay here," he sighed.

He brought my uniform, boots, and magnets with receivers, and my underwear, and then he placed them on the sleeping couch.

"Dress as quickly as you can," he said after I had reattached my ear pieces and magnets.

I was not very quick. I was shaking too bad to get anything on the first try.

He picked up the dress after I took it off and wiped himself off with it.

As I dressed, red blood mingled with a white, sticky substance and ran down my legs. I, too, used the dress to wipe it away.

Jun noticed. He picked the dress back up and slightly blanched after he studied the mess I wiped off, but he said nothing.

After I was finally dressed, Jun handed me my utility belt.

"I don't care what Luke says. We are going home."

I nodded and tried to take a step, but my legs failed again.

Jun did not seem angry with me, but he was not himself as he carried me for hours damsel in distress style.

"Going so soon?" the port keeper sneered.

"Up yours," Jun growled.

Jun laid me down in the top bunk.

"You're going to be okay. You'll see," he said softly.

I obviously did not fully understand.

I grabbed Jun's hand.

"Thank you," I said again.

He ignored it, but said, "If you have to use the bathroom, just lay on the bottom bunk and I'll put you back on top tonight."

"Okay?"

"Rest now. I'll call Luke and let him know we are coming home.

"Okay." I closed my eyes.

"Asenath…" Jun sounded pained.

"Hmm?"

"We can't tell anyone about what happened yet. Okay?"

"I won't. What about Nettie?"

"Yes, you can tell her, but tell her she has to keep it to herself."

"Okay."

Jun patted my head and left for the cockpit.

I settled under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, cuddled into Jun's chest.

Instead of moving me back to the top bunk, he just laid next to me for some reason.

I nudged him.

"Jun, will you please put me back up top?" I whispered softly.

"Yes." His voice was rough, like he had been crying for an extended period.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"That's a joke, right? You've been brutalized and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"You've been crying."

"No, I haven't. I'll put you on the top."

The throbbing in my groin had finally stopped, and I was more relaxed, but still upset inside.

"We will be home about 11 tomorrow morning. Okay?"

"Okay."

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When we arrived home, I stopped at the palace to drop off my bags.

I left on foot, wearing clothing just a grade above pajamas and went to Motorola's.

Nanette greeting me at the front door (of their dwelling half), with a smile and a snarky comment, but stopped short and frowned when she saw my face.

"Asenath, are you okay?"

"You were right and I was wrong," I choked out.

I told her what happened and cried uncontrollably.

"You're fine now," she said softly and guided me to her sleeping couch down the hall.

I put my head in her lap and wept uncontrollably.