Hey folks, Grubkiller here.

Heres the latest chapter to my 'Dark Times' story.

Hope you enjoy.

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Imperial Administration building (under new management).

Eventually, Ahsoka had to leave her lover. A medic had returned and insisted on running some tests on Jenna and the other prisoners.

Reluctant, though, but out of necessity, Ahsoka had detached herself from her lover and made her way to the main lobby and looked around to observe the partisans around her. They were operating admirably. She trained them well, and they had chosen their leaders wisely.

She then walked over to the center of the lobby, where one of the rebel leaders, a man named Selda, was communicating with the other cells. Meanwhile, a woman named Keaden was tending to the wounded.

The woman looked up at Ahsoka while she began to examine one militiaman's injuries. "So ma'am, you said you have a plan? I hope it's already started."

"It is." Selda said as he deactivated his communication device. "Ahsoka had one of my men send recorded message out of the system. And I just got off the comm with Vartan. He's freed the prisoners, and is organizing people for the evacuation."

"Evacuation?" One woman asked as she applied bacta patches to her patient. "Where? and with whom?"

"Some old friends of mine," Ahsoka said. "I used to have a lot of friends. Most of them are dead now, but there are some who survived. And they have resources that could prove useful to us."

That's when a powerful explosion boomed off in the distance, causing the building the vibrate and shake. Dust fell from the ceiling, and lights began to flicker on and off.

"You can tell us more about these friends of yours later," Selda said. "Let's go see what's going on."

Ahsoka, Selda, and some of his fighters went out into the street to find ordered groups of people making their way toward the edge of town. Well, mostly ordered. Every explosion made people jump, and their was no shortage of screaming. But the armed farmers and workers that made up the militia managed to hold themselves together, following the directions of their elected leaders, who were in turn being directed by Vartan to either assist in the evacuation, or gather on the perimeter.

He waved Ahsoka and her men down when he saw them, stark relief clear on his face. Ahsoka was glad to see he was all right.

She ran to him. "What's the situation?" She asked.

"Ma'am, the refugees are all gathered in the spot you chose for the evacuation. But the empire is launching a counter-attack. Their guns are pounding the city, and those tanks are about to role right over us. Whoever your friends are, I hope they get here soon."

"Just make sure you get the wounded on board," she said.

'Especially Jenna.'

That's when the sounds of roaring engines filled the sky.

Looking to the sky, Ahsoka could see eight A-wings, the advance fighters her ally had sent, diving and firing on the Imperial base. A few Imperial V-wings that weren't destroyed on the ground had managed to get into the air, and as Ahsoka and her friends watched, four A-wings broke off to deal with them. The others turned toward the fields, where they laid down row after row of fire.

The fields burst into flames, along with some of the Imperial troopers and vehicles that marched through it.

Soon, the Imperial base was on fire as well.

"I have got to get one of those," one rebel said.

Ahsoka looked at the young woman and smiled, thinking of all the new recruits that Rebel cells were accepting. But then she realized that the girl was barely through her teens. "I'm sure they'll be happy to train you, when you're old enough."

One A-wing took too much damage from an Imperial fighter that it was being chased by, and spun out of the sky. Its engines were a mess of fire and smoke, but Ahsoka was sure she saw the bright orange of the pilot's uniform ejecting, and a few seconds later, she saw a chute open up, allowing the pilot to float down safely.

But two more A-wings weren't so lucky. One crashed into the field, and the other one rammed into the Imperial compound, before either pilot could eject, and the explosions rocked the ground.

The mood had suddenly dimmed among the rebels. Then more ships appeared in low orbit.

Ahsoka's heart was in her throat. Them she saw that they couldn't be Imperial. It was Bail Organa, or people he had sent from Alderaan, with enough cargo ships and small transports to evacuate every refugee and fighter assembled. They set down in the grass between the edge of the settlement and the hills where Ahsoka's allies had spent their time planning for this attack.

"Keep them moving!" Ahsoka shouted to Vartan. He nodded and passed the orders along.

Ahsoka rushed ahead of the line of refugees to the blockade runner she recognized as Captain Antilles's Tantive IV. He was standing at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for her, with several Alderaanian Guardsmen providing security for the ship, and crowd control for the refugees.

"We can't stay on the ground for very long," he said, shouting over the sound of so many engines. "We're going to have Imperials on our tail too soon."

"it's okay!" Ahsoka shouted back. "The evacuation is already begun, and your A-wings took care of the Imperial fighters." That reminded her of something. She pointed in the direction she's seen the chute. "You had a pilot go down over there," she said. "I'm sure they ejected in time. Can you pick them up?"

Antilles nodded to spare himself from shouting again and typed a command into the small datapad on his wrist. "Let's get these people on boar," he said.

"I'll wait until the end," Ahsoka told him before she looked back at the settlement. "The Militia's going to need all the help it can get."

All things considered, it was going pretty well. There was a lot of fire, and more than a few people were panicking, but Vartan had been able to make sure they weren't carrying too many belongings, and some of the other local militiamen were assisting Antilles's people in moving up and down the line of refugees, keeping everyone as calm as they could.

As Ahsoka watched the rear, ship after ship filled, took off, and disappeared into the upper atmosphere.

Suddenly, as one of the other transports started to lift off of the ground, a plasma bolt flew out of nowhere and slammed into the ship, and gutted it amidships. It just hovered there for a moment as fire began to burst from the point of impact.

"I'm hit, I'm hit! Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Somebody help. Plea-" he pilot tried to say, before a powerful secondary explosion tore right through the ship, ripping it in half, and when both halves hit the ground, they burst into flames.

Ahsoka, Antilles, and many others, soldier and refugee alike, looked up in awe and horror.

"Where the Hell did that come from!" Antilles shouted.

Ahsoka's eyes darted around, as she tracked the general direction that shot was fired from. She then looked back at the town and saw many Militiamen, who were supposed to be fighting a rear guard action, were now routing. They fled in terror as blaster bolts and explosions began to follow them.

There were only three ships left now, and less then a hundred people who still needed to board them, when the Empire made its final rally. Three large hover tanks moved through the burning remains of the settlement, surrounded by a few dozen stormtroopers, began to advance, firing their main cannons and dispersing the orderly lines of refugees.

As panic began to set back in, some refugees tried to push the line forward even harder, causing several people to trip over, before being trampled by several panicking refugees. Vartan and Antilles's men tried to maintain order and get the line back under control. In some cases, they had to use stun batons to control the more hysteric and unpredictable evacuees.

"Phoenix Leader. We're going to need air support here, ASAP!" Captain Antilles said into his comm unit.

"Sorry, captain. Nearly half of my birds are down, and the rest of us are still dealing with these Imperial fighters." The pilot responded.

"Dammit! What now?" Antilles asked as the cargo ships began to take heavy fire.

Ahsoka didn't have any charges, but she did have a pair of lightsabers, so she engaged the tanks without a second thought. She ran toward them, which always seemed to startle Imperials. It was like they thought themselves invulnerable, until they were charged at, in which case they started to have doubts.

But they started to fire at her.

Ahsoka used her lightsaber to deflect the blaster bolts away from her and back at them. When she was close enough, she slashed away at several stormtroopers, killing them instantly.

The lead tank traversed its cannon away from the refugee ships, and toward her. It fired. That's when she jumped, flying over the leading tank's fire in a graceful arc, as a crater was blasted open where she stood. When she landed, the army trooper on the repeating blaster turret tried to get a line on her, but she used the force to haul him out and toss him aside. That move let her reach out with a lightsaber and cut the tank's gun clean off, leaving the gun useless. Then she ran across the top of the turret, dragging the tip of her blades behind her, and when she jumped off, the tank exploded behind her.

As she hoped, the cannon had overloaded, and the explosion was enough to destabilize another nearby tank, as well, causing the hover mechanism to malfunction. The second tank listed sideways, and Ahsoka leapt on top of it, slicing off its gun too. It crashed into one of the ruined houses on the edge of town and stopped moving.

That left her with only one target. Vartan had managed to get his retreating men under control again, and they tried to reform a battle line to hold off the Empire for as long as possible. As this was happening the last of the refugees were loaded onto the remaining ships.

But whoever was driving the third and final tank was smarter than the others had been and targeted Vartan directly.

"No!" Ahsoka shouted as the ground were Vartan and three of his men stood erupted in a shower of dirt and fire.

She brought her hands together, and metal screamed as the last remaining turret deformed, destroying the gun and bringing the tank to a halt. She jumped clear and raced to the spot where Vartan had been.

"Keep going!" She shouted as she passed people. "Get on board!"

They made it through the dust and debris. Vartan was alive, but he was badly injured. Two of his men were killed in the blast, but the third was somehow still standing. Ahsoka put both her lightsabers back on her belt and helped the militiaman prop Vartan up, putting his arms around their shoulders. She staggered for a moment under the extra weight, then stood back up.

They joined the last line of refugees and militiamen as they made their way toward Captain Antilles's ship and then followed them up the ramp. This was all happening as the remaining Imperial forces peppered the ship with blaster fire. Antilles and his security troopers used their own blasters to cover Ahsoka and the remaining refugees, some of whom cried in terror as they saw their injured leader being carried up the ramp.

"Get a medical stretcher!" Antilles shouted as he saw an injured Vartan, and then turned to walk up the ramp and into the ship. "And get us out of here."

The buzz of people around her was overwhelming as Ahsoka helped lower Vartan onto the medical stretcher and watched him be carried away. She felt the ship take off, fighting even the low gravity of the moon, until the engines kicked in fully and the ship broke free. She walked over to a viewport and saw the fire and ruin of Raada below her and felt the wash of emotions from the farmers and workers, now refugees, who crowded around her.

But she also felt joy, gratitude, and relief at being rescued.

Ashoka couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She had done it. it hadn't been easy, almost nothing went according to plan, and many people had lost their homes today, but they were free of the Empire, for a little while anyway, and they were safe.

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Imperial Base, Raada.

Raada burned.

The city burned.

The crops that were being produced were burned.

And now the Imperial base burned.

For as far as Major Jenneth Pilar could see, all he saw was the color orange as it licked across the horizon in many directions. Black columns of smoke rose up for hundreds of feet, blotting out the morning sun.

He clasped his hands behind him and then turned his back on the fire to see Imperial troopers rushing in every direction, trying to salvage what was left of their equipment and hopefully save the base as well in hopes of continuing Imperial operations in these system.

But with the fires raging, this small moon was soon going to prove useless to the Empire.

This was, by far, Pilar's greatest failure. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to his superiors.

"Sir," one of the stormtroopers said. "Incoming message from Coruscant. Lord Vader wishes to speak with you."

"I'll take it in my office."

Pilar said as he walked through the ruins of the base and up to his office. When he got there, he closed the door, and lowered the shutters on the windows. He then sat at his desk and looked at his communications device. The light next to it was blinking, showing that he had an incoming call.

But he hesitated.

Instead of answering the call, he reached inside of his desk and pulled out his service pistol.

There are worse things than death.

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Tantive III, Core Worlds, two days later.

This time, Ahsoka didn't break into Bail's office until she knew he was already there. She tracked his consular ship from Coruscant. He stopped on a nearby moon and dropped off a few crates that were not at all suspicious. Everything looked entirely routine, but Ahsoka, who had landed some distance away and infiltrated the spaceport while the cargo was being offloaded, knew better. She took advantage of the Tantive III being grounded to stow away on board.

Coming this far into the Core was a big risk, but she wanted to show Bail that she was serious and also grateful for everything he'd done for the refugees from Raada. At last, she felt the ship take off and the little shift that meant they were in hyperspace, and she set off looking for him.

She cracked the security on his door pretty easily and slipped inside. Bail's quarters comprised more than two rooms. She was in the antechamber, which was big enough for two seats and not much else. She could hear the senator's voice coming from the second room, which must be where he worked. She got closer to the door and overheard the end of the conversation, a series of repeated words in a child's prattle that she couldn't understand.

"I know, love, but it's more secure if we just talk without any visuals to trace." There was a pause. Ashoka couldn't hear the answer. Then Bail spoke again. "Tell your mother I'll see you both soon enough."

There was another pause as Bail disconnected the call. Then he coughed.

"Do I have another Jedi break-in to report?" He called out.

Ahsoka laughed. It was nice to know she couldn't fool him the same way twice. She got the feeling he knew exactly how much she'd overheard and that some of it had been for her benefit.

"Showing your vulnerabilities to put me at ease, Senator?" Ashoka said, stepping into the main office. He waved her into a seat, and she took it.

"The whole galaxy knows I'm a family man, Ahsoka Tano." He said. "The Empire is counting on it. They think it means I'll be more amenable to certain suggestions."

"Don't you worry about your daughter, Leia?" Ahsoka asked.

Bail shrugged, but there was some tightness around his eyes. Running a rebellion couldn't be easy.

"She's already a lot like her mother," he said.

Somehow that seemed like a test. Ashoka didn't know the answer, so she let it pass. They were going to keep secrets, and they were going to trust each other anyway.

"I wanted to talk to you about what you're doing to fight the Empire," Ahsoka said.

"I thought you might," Bail said. "Captain Antilles sent me a report. 15 percent of the refugees became casualties, and three A-wings were shot down, and more than half of the Raadan militiamen were killed or wounded."

Ahsoka thought to herself that it could easily have been more. Vartan, the partisan leader, had nearly been killed and was now , and several transports worth of refugees were heavily damaged, with three of them being destroyed. But at least the people would live to rebuild what they had lost.

"I'm glad it wasn't worse," Ahsoka said. "I took out that Inquisitor before your reinforcements arrived. I got the impression he wasn't the only one of his kind."

"Was he talented?" Bail asked. "Or does he just carry the lightsaber for show?"

"He's had some training," Ahsoka said. "He mostly relied on brute strength. If he was going to be facing Jedi, or someone with my level of training, I'd say he wouldn't be much of a threat. I defeated him without my lightsabers. But the others could be much stronger than him."

Bail nodded. "We'll do what we can," he said. "What about Raada?"

"Well, the farmers can't go back," Ahsoka said. She slumped down a little bit in her chair. They'd won, but the cost had been high. "If they tried, the Empire would wipe them off the moon's surface without even landing first."

"I can resettle them on Alderaan, perhaps," Bail said. "There aren't that many of them, and there are enough refugees in the galaxy right now that Alderaan's taking in a few hundred won't raise any eyebrows."

"Some of them don't want to be resettled," Ahsoka said. She straightened her shoulders. "They want to join up."

She could see Bail considering it. She knew he could use the extra people, but here were obvious downsides. The Empire had no trouble using poorly trained people as cannon fodder, but Bail would refuse to do the same.

"They're farmers, Ahsoka," he pointed out. "They have only the training you gave them."

"They're resourceful," she said. "And anyway, your rebels have to eat, don't they?"

Bail laughed.

"I'll have someone talk to them, and we'll see what we can do," he said. "There are a few planets that would suit us for an agricultural base, and we can start training anyone who is interested in piloting or weapons use."

The ship dropped out of hyperspace. They were still some distance from the planet, but Bail liked to look out at the system when he was returning home.

"I was thinking about what I did on Raada," Ahsoka said. "At first it was hard, because no one would listen to me. I couldn't figure out to communicate with them. They all had different priorities, and because I couldn't explain myself, a lot of people died."

"That's not your fault," Bail told her.

"I know," she said. "But it feels kind of like it is."

He nodded. She suspected he was also good at blaming himself for things.

"And then Imperial reinforcements jumped right on top of our evacuation force, and a lot of people died. I guess what my point is, it could have been avoided if we had better channels of communication," she said.

Bail sighed.

"I know," he said. "Everything I'm trying to build is too new and too fragile. We're not as secure as I'd like us to be, and things slip through the cracks as a result."

"I can help you with that, I think," Ahsoka said.

"How?" Bail asked.

"During the Clone Wars, I worked with a lot of people," Ahsoka said. "I fought alongside clones, who took orders from me even though I lacked their experience. I watched politics on a dozen different worlds. I helped train people who'd never held a blaster in their lives. When I did all that, I had the Jedi to back me up, but I think I could do almost as good a job with you."

"You want to recruit people?" Bail asked.

"Not exactly," she said. "Though if I found good people, I would certainly try to bring them in. I want to take your recruits and find missions for them. I want to be the one who listens to what people need, who finds out what people can do and then helps them do it."

"You want to take over running my intelligence networks," Bail said.

Ahsoka nodded.

"Who runs them now?" She asked.

"No one, really," he told her. "That's most of the problem."

"Then that's where I'll start," she said. "I'll need my own ship, and a good crew."

"We can find something for you easily enough," he said, a smile on his face. "I know just the man for the job."

"Thank you," she said. "It's good to have a mission again."

"I think I'm going to end up a lot further in your debt than you are in mine, but you're welcome," he said.

"Let's just call it even and we'll stop keeping track," she said. "I'm going to be busy enough as it is."

"What am I going to call you, if I can't call you Ahsoka?" He asked. "You'll need a code name at the least, so you can deal with other operatives."

They looked out the viewport as Alderaan grew bigger and bigger. It really was a beautiful planet, though Ahsoka would always miss the whispering grass on Raada, and the secluded woods where she meditated. Alderaan was blue and green, and a good staging point for a galactic uprising. The center, where the thread of all their hopes connected.

"Fulcrum," she said. "You can call me Fulcrum."

Then welcome to the Rebellion, Fulcrum."

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Alderaan, Raadan refugee relocation facility, shower area, one week later.

"You sure you don't want to join us? The lake here is supposed to be very nice."

Ahsoka – still in her wetsuit – looked at the blue Twi'lek female who was hastily dressing in the orange pilot jumpsuit the Rebellion gave her for her first mission, flying over Raada.

They had been catching up, Jenna, Sienn'hra and herself, until Sienn left a short while ago to shower. Now, the young Togruta was very much looking forward to a relaxing dip in a nearby hot spring that would bubble the fatigue out of her tired body. And because they had the entire spring to themselves, there was plenty of space in it for at least ten times as many people.

"I'd love to, actually", Sienn admitted struggling to zip the flight-suit over her large breasts, "But I mustn't delay flight training. I'm late, as it is."

Ahsoka tilted her head.

"Really?", Ahsoka asked, more herself than her friend. "Look at you. From broth, er- hotel owner, to pilot for the Rebel cause."

Sienn's blush grew brighter.

Ahsoka embraced her friend and kissed her on the cheek.

"Go, young pilot, all those big strong men are waiting for you", she whispered into Sienn's earcone.

"I … I'm not ..."

"Go", Ahsoka encouraged her.

Ahsoka winked and Sienn smiled weakly.

"Yes, Fulcrum", she said, took a few step back and snapped a mock salute before she turned and hurried off. Ahsoka watched her go.

"Fulcrum, eh?", she repeated to herself after the door had closed behind her friend.

The orange teen shook her head and slowly walked to one of the many lockers.

"Fulcrum...", she mumbled again, then slowly undressed and put the wetsuit into the locker.

Now naked, Ahsoka carefully walked to the wall that separated the dressing room from the lockers.

The orange teen spied around the corner.

Jenna was sitting at some distance, naked, her back towards the entrance, her head lowered as she brushed her long, long light hair.

She did that a lot, brush her hair, and once started, she could continue for hours!

Not today, of course. She wasn't going to wait hours.

Ahsoka carefully tiptoed into the room, doing her best to erase her presence just like she had been taught at the Jedi temple an eternity ago.

She was confident that if it had been anybody else, they probably wouldn't be able to sense her until it was too late. With Jenna, she was less confident, but that was alright, she didn't really mind being caught … quite on the contrary, actually.

But to her surprise, there was no reaction from her lover at all.

Ahsoka had expected the blonde female to get up and jump her but she just kept brushing her hair as if she wasn't aware of Ahsoka's presence.

This was almost disappointing.

Very slowly, Ahsoka sneaked closer to the pale female brushing her hair.

The bathroom was large but the water hot and steam filled the air and caressed her body as she moved.

Very relaxing, very gentle. Ahsoka liked it.

But with every further step she took, the hot steam seemed less and less important and in turn, she grew ever more aware of her quick heartbeat.

Just a bit more … almost …

She glanced at Jenna who was still brushing her hair.

Ahsoka extended a hand and pointed at her teacher.

This was too easy, much too easy.

Now!

Ahsoka shot forward towards Jenna … who suddenly slipped forward and to the ground, avoiding her hands. The next instant, she was on her feet and in another blink of an eye, she was standing behind Ahsoka.

"Finally decided to join me, have you?"

Under normal circumstances, Ahsoka could have easily avoided the pale arms that were now embracing her – they were even slower than when they were training – but she was still very much surprised by Jenna's sudden reaction and stunned just long enough for escape to become an impossibility.

One of Jenna's hands found and carefully squeezed Ahsoka's breast, the other rested on her belly. Soft lips pushed against her neck and didn't retreat for a long while.

She sighed.

"Mmmmh, I thought this was too easy."

Jenna chuckled.

"Give me some credit, darling, I've spent the last few weeks in utter paranoia, tracking every fly and rodent in that godawful interrogation room I had been thrown in. I like to think you'll have to do better than that to sneak up on me."

"The experience that comes with trauma, eh?", Ahsoka asked.

"Oh, I have much to teach you if you can still talk to me that way", Jenna threatened.

Ahsoka shivered when her lover's sleek fingers started playing with her nipple.

"The blue one is not coming?"

"S-Sienn? No, she's anxious to meet with all those muscly men in the star-fighter corps."

"And you didn't join her?"

Ahsoka blushed. "Unfortunately, no."

"Hm … interesting."

Jenna slowly moved her mouth up from Ahsoka's neck and kissed her lekku, instead.

"You don't approve?", she asked.

"I … she looked very happy to be in that uniform. I haven't seen her so happy in a long time. Sienn'hra's done a marvelous job with us. But ..."

She fell silent.

"You're jealous", the fair-skinned blonde remarked, almost as if amused.

"I'm not – "

Jenna interrupted her by pinching a nipple.

"Lying to me, darling?"

Ahsoka blushed.

"Maybe a tiny bit", she mumbled, thinking of the clones. "I miss fighting alongside the boys."

"Surrounded by all those 'muscly men'?" Jenna teased.

For a moment, they were silent, then Ahsoka turned in Jenna's arms and faced her lover.

"How do you do it?", she asked.

"Do what?"

"So far, we've had a rather open relationship. D-don't you get jealous, at times?"

"At times", Jenna admitted, "But ..."

The white woman tightened her embrace, pressing them closely together.

"I hold you tight whenever I can", Jenna purred to her orange prey, her face now dangerously close to Ahsoka's, "And immerse myself in you until your heartbeat becomes mine."

She gave her young lover a soft kiss on the lekku, then leaned forward, a bit, gently breaking Ahsoka's balance. Ahsoka let her and hung herself into the arms she knew wouldn't drop her.

"And when I'm drunk with your presence", Jenna continued whispering, pressing her forehead against Ahsoka's. Their eyes met, and as Ahsoka gazed into the beautiful grey eyes, she suddenly felt like swimming in an endless sea of silver.

"When the warmth of your body permeates me as I feel your soft lips against mine ..."

Never breaking eye contact, her lover slowly rolled her light-haired head down, bringing their lips closer and closer until they were all but a heartbeat away from each other, but they didn't touch, they stopped just before the kiss would have occurred and hung there forever.

Ahsoka couldn't help it, she tilted her head back and tried to find the pale lips with her own. She was frustrated when they didn't. Jenna had retreated at the last moment and now looked down at her with an affectionate smile.

"Then, I know you're mine and always will be."

Finally, the smiling blonde pushed her lips down that last inch that had separated them and Ahsoka hungrily kissed her lover, long and passionate.

"Young Sienn'hra is growing up, and we have to accept it. Still feel jealous?", Jenna asked with a grin when their lips parted an eternity later.

"If I say yes, will you kiss me again?"

She didn't say yes. They kissed anyway.

Later, the two naked ladies walked over to the closest hot-spring, being sure to avoid any prying eyes.

The young Togruta walked a few meters, then climbed into the large hot spring and swam to the edge of it where there were shallow banks meant to be used in a lying position, facing the sky, while the natural water worked its.

"Ah", she laid down and stretched, then sat back up and gestured for Jenna who had been waiting outside the pool to get into the water.

"What are you waiting for? Join me", she complained.

Her pale lover complied, climbed in and swam towards the orange woman.

When she was close enough, Ahsoka grabbed Jenna and pulled her onto the specious bank before she climbed onto her pale lover.

"Darling?", Arkee cooed, but she didn't get to say any more as she was kissed the very next instant.

Just then, a powerful geyser shot up, showering them with hot water, but Ahsoka hardly noticed. She fully lost herself in the incredibly soft feeling of her lover's pale lips and reveled in the soft twitches that went through Jenna's body as she forced her legs open with one of her own, exposing her pleasure center.

"Ah-Ahsoka?", Jenna moaned, slightly out of breath, when their lips eventually passed, "A-are you going to do naughty things to me?", she continued and looked at Ahsoka with big, shy eyes, and suddenly, her lover seemed so frail and innocent, Ahsoka almost doubted it was really her. She brushed her fingers down the pale chest and gently played with the very, very hard nipples.

Jenna shivered.

"Darling!"

Ahsoka silenced her pleasurable moans with a kiss. And then she slid a bit to the side, bringing a hand down onto the soft breast and its hard rubbery tip.

Jenna twitched when her nipple was very, very lightly caressed. Ahsoka was very careful to give her no more than a slight tickle, no more than was necessary to induce a pleasurable feeling but enough to make her crave more.

It was working.

"You're devious, darling."

Ahsoka smirked but said nothing.

Instead, she slid further down and sucked the tip of one of the pale tits into her mouth then carefully nibbled on the hard bud. Her lover shivered beneath her touches when she replaced her teeth with her tongue and intensified her caress.

She loved the taste, actually, it tasted so much like … Jenna.

Of course it did, but the feeling was strange and difficult to describe. Not even trying to come up with the right words, Ahsoka coiled her tongue around the erect buds and made sure it was thoroughly massaged.

She even tried to tug on the nipple with her tongue. When that wasn't working too well, she retorted to simple sucking as she played with it.

Jenna twitched and tried to twist away without success.

"H-how long are you goi-nh! to touch me there?", she gasped.

"Hm?"

Ahsoka opened her eyes – she hadn't noticed she had closed them – and looked up at her twitching lover's face.

"What, are you sensitive, here?", she asked and slowly dragged a finger across the glistening nipple.

Jenna twitched again and Ahsoka smiled.

"Oh, I see", she breathed, "You want me to attend to the other side as well."

Never stopping to play with her lover's nipple, the young Togruta slid herself onto Jenna's soft body, kissing her way from one wet breast to the next.

She gave the other nipple a quick and playful lick, then glanced at Jenna.

"You know, I'm going to enjoy this", she admitted, "I can feel the pleasure building in you, I can feel your desire for more, for me to be more rough, but there is absolutely nothing you can do unless I permit it."

Barely touching the wet skin with it, Ahsoka slowly glided her tongue over the soft breast and tickled its very tip.

Slightly, ever so slightly, and her patience was rewarded with frustrated groans from her lover. Jenna tensed up and stuck out her chest in an attempt to intensify the feeling, but Ahsoka took her time, a lot of time,

"Nnnnnh …."

The powerful, yet noticeably docile girl twisted beneath her, trapped somewhere between feeling good and going mad from the lack of stimulation.

"Ah!"

Jenna moaned when her orange tormentor finally sucked the tip into her mouth and started attacking it more thoroughly.

"Gh – you … hah!"

Another shiver went through the pale body.

"D-darling ..."

Again, the white woman tensed up and gritted her teeth.

And again, the tension was released with a shiver and a groan.

It was an overwhelmingly erotic game. Slow, yes, but Ahsoka was in no rush. This was the first time her lover had felt any pleasure before he painfully long captivity, and the idea of her submitting herself to her like this was very rare and she was going to savor it.

Besides, she needed to pay Jenna back for all the times she had brought her to the brink of insanity.

"Oohhh!"

Breathing much more heavily, Jenna relaxed her body and laid her head on the rim of the hot spring.

"P-please", she finally caved, "I … ah!"

Feeling her lover growing weak, unfocussed, Ahsoka smiled when she finally released the tit from her mouth and gazed into the beautiful silver eyes of the woman she was teasing.

"Please, darling", Jenna repeated, "Be more violent!"

Ahsoka kissed her.

"No", she simply said.

And with that, she started gliding her tongue down Jenna's cheek, then down the slender pale neck, closer and closer to the tit she had first massaged.

"I will take my time and enjoy your being helpless, for once."

Jenna inhaled sharply when Ahsoka sucked the tip of her breast back into her small mouth and renewed her caress.

"You're a vicious creature, darling – ah! – a vicious creature!"

The desperate woman writhed beneath her but achieved nothing.

Ahsoka grinned and gently pinched the hard bud in her mouth with her teeth.

"I had a very good teacher", she answered.

"Hrrrrrh!"

Ahsoka made sure to keep her caresses very, very light. Just barely touching the tip of the erect bud, she gently tickled it with her tongue before she carefully circled around it massaging only the areola.

The hard nipple twitched, as she did, impatient to be touched again, and when she did, Jenna twitched as a whole.

"Mercy, darling, I'm going nuts!"

Ahsoka closed her eyes and continued her soft massage.

"D-darling? Ah!"

Another quiver went through the pale body.

"Please", Jenna moaned, "Please be more rough! E-even the small bubbles in this spring pushing into my back are more violent than you …"

Ahsoka stopped for a moment and looked up into Jenna's hazed eyes. She looked absolutely beautiful.

"No", the mischievous Togruta repeated, "Not today. Today I want to be very gentle with you."

And she continued.

Jenna veritably jerked when the gentle tongue found her nipple again.

Eventually, her begging lover's breaths grew deeper, her body more tense, and still Ahsoka was being very, very careful in her touches.

"N-nh!"

Her lover was strongly fidgeting, now.

"D-darling? Darling, please ..."

Ahsoka smiled and continued.

"Ah! Are you l-listening? I – nh – gods!"

Her whole body started quivering.

Ahsoke sped up her tongue – just a bit – and her blonde lover reacted with more squirms and frustrated groans.

"Hhhhhh … you … devil!", she breathed, "Y-you… ah!"

This was fun. Jenna's nipple was twitching beneath Ahsoka's tongue and it was hard, so hard …

Ahsoka gently teased the very tip of the solid bud, then rhythmically sucked on it.

"N-nh!"

The quiver in her lover's pale body grew stronger. Ahsoka closed her eyes again and continued tickling the erect nipple with her tongue.

"T-that's impossible!", Jenna exclaimed, "D-ah!"

Suddenly, her pale body jerked violently. Soft white breasts pushed upwards into Ahsoka's face.

Then she grew limp.

"Aaah … haahhh … t-that's ..."

Surprised, Ahsoka looked at her weakly gasping lover with the hazed silver eyes.

"Did … did you just come from that?", she asked unbelieving.

"I… I guess", Jenna admitted, then grinned weakly, "And I didn't even know that was possible."

Ahsoka blinked.

"Neither did I."

She grinned and slowly lowered her mouth towards the still erect nipple again. Arkee started twisting.

"No! Not again! I … I can't take this one more time."

"Oh come on, it was fun", Ahsoka teased as she sat up, straddling Jenna's hip, gyrating her hips against hers as she still clenched her tits, "Besides, today you're mine and we're having a lot of time."

"No, no, no, no, darling, listen to me! Darling? D—nh!"

Ahsoka leaned back down and happily suckled on the hard bud, then glanced at her lover and grinned. Usually, Jenna was so composed, so proud, so elegant, seeing her so desperate because of so soft touches made her very, very excited.

"Don't worry", Ahsoka promised, "I'll be very, very gentle."

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Raada, former Imperial farming colony (now barren).

The Grand Inquisitor stood in the smoking fields that had once been the pride of the farming moon of Raada and glared at the ground. Everything was gone, burnt from the surface as though it had never been built in the first place. By the time the Venator-class Imperial Star Destroyers had arrived to provide backup, everything had already been in flames and the last of the traitors had fled.

And the Imperial officer in charge of the base could not give a report, considering his lifeless body was found with a blaster in his hand.

'At least the scum could never come back,' The Grand Inquisitor thought as he kicked at some loose soil. 'The Empire would show no mercy if they tried.'

The traitors were gone, the buildings were gone, the resources were gone, and the idiot governor who was meant to run the place was long gone. The Grand Inquisitor wished he had the assigned task of tracking down the man to exact Imperial revenge, but his talents were needed elsewhere.

The Jedi had done more than anyone expected. Not only had she trained the traitors to fight and helped them attack the settlement - twice - she'd had the ability to call in a large number of ships to help her. The Grand Inquisitor would have dearly liked to have been assigned the task of tracking her down, but that had also gone to someone else.

He hadn't come to Raada to follow someone's trail. he had come to see someone's work. To learn what she was capable of when pushed. To see how far she could go, would go, for her goals. In spite of himself, he was impressed. He had never razed a whole moon, even if it was a tiny and pointless one. There was something to be said for that level of destruction.

Moreover, one of his own kind had died there. He'd found the body, burned almost beyond recognition, but the Grand Inquisitor knew what to look for. The Sixth Brother had been bold, too bold it seemed. He had gone fearlessly after a Jedi and paid the price. The Grand Inquisitor would not be so reckless. He would channel his hate more usefully, be more measured. He, too, longed to kill his enemies, but he was not stupid. He knew the value of a good plan.

He turned and strode back to his ship. No one else had disembarked, and as he stalked through the corridor, his agents scattered out of his way. They were all afraid of him, which he liked rather a lot. They didn't know exactly what he was, only that he was implacable and cruel. His kind was new to the galaxy, a fresh weapon for the dark side to wield. His agents must follow his every order as thought the Emperor himself had given it. That sort of power made him feel very strong.

"Set a course back to base," he said.

He took his lightsaber off its mounting on his back and the rounded handle almost lovingly. It wasn't the first one he'd ever carried, but it was the first he'd borne in service of his new master, and he liked the viciousness of the design.

"And inform Lord Vader that we have found evidence of another survivor."

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Well folks, that was the latest part of this story.

Hope that you enjoyed. I'll have the next part up as soon as possible.

Until next time, this is Grubkiller, over and out.