Title: Unfinished Business.
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au
Rating: R (sexual content)
Authors' note: This is an alternative ending to Return of the Jedi that I wrote one night when I was bored and couldn't sleep. It added a few twists to the tale, and the character of Mara Jade isn't like what's depicted in the novels but she fitted in to this tale. A special thank you to my beta reader, you're the best Kazzy.
Kayladie: Thanks for the kind words and I'm glad you've liked what you've read so far. I hope you like what you continue to read. A couple of more chapters after this one so enjoy. Oh and all will be revealed.
Kittenmommy: I know I kept you hanging, but hey it at least I know you'll read this chapter. Thanks.
Unfinished BusinessChapter Four: Plans within plans.
Han whistled as he walked happily back to his apartment. He felt good and according to Leia, he even looked good. He had started working out with Luke and Mara as a way to relieve the boredom and to escape Leia. Then it got to be fun and he actually looked forward to the daily workouts. He was learning a lot from the Jedi Knight and Rebel officer.
Leia was waiting for him inside the apartment, wearing nothing but a sexy negligee.
He grinned approvingly. "Afternoon, sweetheart."
"I've been waiting for you," she said with a sexy purr.
"As have I," a voice behind him remarked, using the same tone.
He didn't flinch, knowing it was Amelia. "Did I miss something?"
Amelia ran a hand over his backside, giving it a squeeze. "Nope, feels good here. Nice and hard."
Leia now stood in front of Han. Her hands were also doing some exploring. "Nice and hard here too," she purred.
Han managed to get out of their grip. "Behave," he snapped, they were overpowering at times. "I'm going for a shower," he informed, escaping to the refresher. Stripping off, he got into the shower and turned the water on. Standing under the spray, he closed his eyes. The first time he'd participated in their little threesome had been a leaning experience, even for him. Engendering a feeling of embarrassment when Mara had found out about it through the Force.
Just when he started to believe he'd escaped them, he felt their hands on his body, and groaned inwardly. Damn, they were fast. Opening his eyes, he found them both naked, Leia in front of him and Amelia behind him.
"Ladies, please."
Amelia slipped her arms around his chest and whispered in his ear. "I suggest you shut up and listen, General. There is a strike team on its way."
Leia moved her hands down his chest, admiring every toned muscle. Past his abdomen, stopping she wrapped her hand around him. "We need to be ready," she whispered. Then smiled. "I know your ready, but I mean to escape."
"They'll be here by oh-three-hundred hours," Amelia informed him quickly. "Get a message to Luke and Mara. Now, get angry with me and order me out. Make it convincing."
He made it convincing; telling her in no certain terms to get out.
She looked downcast, but did so. Drying off, she hid a smirk, seeing them making love in the shower. Putting her clothes back on, she left the apartment.
She had to return to the Emperor. It was what he expected her to do, that and more. Not that it was unpleasant, making love to him. After all he was all-human in that department.
And he was waiting for her as soon as she walked into his private chambers.
"Scorned, my love?"
"Yes," she answered, looking sad.
He drew her into his arms. "I am sorry, my love."
Amelia knew he was humoring her, but he needed her to do more and she had a surprise for him this time.
Vader didn't disappoint. Picking her up he carried her into the bedroom. Putting her down, he undressed her slowly, touching her with his hands and lips as he went. He left her naked on the bed, to remove his own clothing, and then lay beside her. Amelia had to admit, for a man in his mid-forties, he looked ten, nearly twenty years younger. And he knew what he was doing. She was soon crying out for more, but forced herself not to give into the pleasure and lose herself completely. It would be so easy, as he was extremely good at lovemaking.
When he moved between her thighs and pushed into her, she cried out, wrapping her legs around his hips. Capturing his lips in a long, hard kiss, she raked her fingernails over his back. Her actions didn't stop his rhythm it merely urged him on. Bringing her to the point of ecstasy, then backing off, only to do it again. Her wriggling hips fueled his impending climax. Crying out with her, their release was more powerful then either expected, shuddering them to their core.
Vader rolled them onto their sides, feeling her still convulsing around him. "My dear, you're a wildcat," he said breathlessly.
She smiled catching her breath. "I do my best," she said. She kept her personal barriers up, not that she didn't want him reading her thoughts. She just didn't want him knowing about the drug she'd had on her fingernails, the one that was now in his system. She stroked his shoulder, watching his eyes grow heavy as the drug took effect; it was specially designed so even a Jedi couldn't detect it. Finally he was unconscious. She wiggled out from his hold. Getting to the refresher, she took a shower, to wash their lovemaking off her body and the drug off her nails. Finished she got out, dried off and got herself dressed, choosing something appropriate to wear. Appropriate for escaping.
Walking past Vader, she took pity on him and covered him with a blanket. Then she hurried into the next room to get the bag of weapons she'd stashed. Making her way to Luke and Mara's apartment, she was allowed entry.
Han and Leia were there already there and all four were dressed appropriately. Luke seemed happy to know his sister was all right and not a Dark Jedi.
"About time you got here Jarrad," Han teased, happy to know they were leaving.
"Funny, Solo," Amelia smirked. She opened the bag she'd brought and pulled out the weapons. She handed Luke his lightsaber, Han his holster and blaster. She gave Leia a blaster, and then drew another lightsaber from the bag. Luke recognized it. The one he'd lost at Bespin. "My father's?"
Amelia nodded. "Vader had it recovered. Do you want Mara to have it?"
He nodded. "If you don't want to use it."
She handed it to the younger woman. "I may be Force-sensitive, but I'm a better shot with a blaster."
"So what's the plan?" Han asked.
"We need to take out the control room. At the moment this room is not being monitored, but that won't last long," Amelia told him. "You, Leia, and I will do that. Luke, get yourself and Mara to the training room and show her a few lightsaber techniques. You've got eight hours to get her ready."
"What about Vader?" Han asked.
"He's sleeping like a baby. He'll be out cold for twelve hours. The drug I used was specially designed for a Jedi," she answered. "Let's go."
They left the apartment.
"Be careful," Luke warned.
"You too, kid," Han insisted.
They went separate ways. While Luke and Mara were going through intense lightsaber drills, Han, Leia, and Amelia were in the control room. Its staff was locked in an adjoining room. Amelia and Leia brought down the Palace defense and monitoring systems. Then they shut down all troop barracks, officer barracks and the shipyards.
"Now what?" Han asked finally.
"We wait," Amelia said bluntly.
Leia walked over to Han. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before. It just wasn't safe."
He drew her in his arms. "You were very convincing sweetheart," he informed her. "Especially during those torture sessions."
She winced at that, and then rested her forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay sweetheart. We survived." He said tenderly, holding her close.
Amelia looked away, feeling like she was in the way.
Han wasn't letting her off that easily. "So what's your part in this, Amelia? You're Covert Ops right?"
She nodded. "I'd been undercover for eight months before you were captured," she explained. "Once I got word you were here, I got to the Death Star and made contact with Leia. I realized she was faking her turn to the dark side, and I helped all I could. We became quite a team."
"And you're Force-sensitive too. Did Vader know that?"
She nodded. "That's what attracted him to me."
"And the girl-girl thing?" He queried.
"I found out Vader has a thing about watching two women. I explained it to Leia and we exploited it."
"It was a little embarrassing at first," Leia admitted. "But it got easier."
Han made a circle with his finger. "And our little threesome?"
"That was Vader's idea," Amelia announced. "He was watching."
Han shook his head but didn't comment.
"We should see how Luke and Mara are getting on." Leia suggested, changing the subject. Agreeing, they left the control room, returning to the training room.
Luke and Mara were taking an unscheduled break; Mara was lying on her back and Luke was sitting at her feet. He had one off her boots off and was massaging her foot as he Force healed it.
"What happened?" Leia asked.
"I twisted my ankle," Mara grumbled. "It was stupid."
"Are you going to be alright, kid?" Han asked, as he sat and gently lifted her head onto his lap to make her more comfortable.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
Leia felt a little jealous, then realized Han was being protective. Like a big brother would.
Luke smiled. "At least you won't be back flipping off walls for a while. At least not that way."
"Not a chance," she decided.
He finished his Force healing. "How's that?"
"It feels good."
"Lets get you to your feet, then tell me." He suggested.
Mara accepted his and Han's help to stand gingerly putting weight on her injured ankle. She felt no pain from it at all. "Not bad, Skywalker."
"Thank you, Jade," he smirked, and then grabbed her boot with the Force. He knelt and slipped it on, then stood. "As good as new."
"Of course. I expected no less," she teased and rewarded him with a kiss. The others groaned, rolling their eyes.
To be continued.
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