Personal Fantasies and a Jedi Princess

This time Atton closed his eyes and sunk down in his seat as Vashti began to talk. "You guys know that I ran into Atton in a force cage on Peragus, right?" The group nodded in agreement. "Well, what you don't know was that since I had been in the kolto tank I didn't have on anything other than my underwear. When I woke up, I managed to find a weapon, and some medpacs, but no clothes! So I'm running around the station in my underwear, and then I found Atton. You should have seen the look on his face when the door opened up. Ah, I'd give just about anything to have a holo of his expression then."

"Hey, I'd been locked in that damned force cage for 2 days straight without any food or water. I wasn't myself. I thought I was hallucinating! Of course, what really threw me off was that if I had been hallucinating, I am pretty sure I'd have come up with some better underwear for my scantily clad rescuer."

Vash thumped him quickly on the shoulder, "This is my story, flyboy. Shush. Anyhow, I started questioning him about what had happened and why he was in the force cage but he stopped me with 'not like being interrogated by a Jedi in her underwear isn't a personal fantasy of mine, but do you think you could let me out of here?' Once I let him out it didn't get any better, he kept staring at my chest while trying to make conversation."

"If I'd had any idea I could have gotten a better look at that chest by challenging you to a game of pazaak with Nar Shaddaa rules, I'd have jumped on it," Atton interjected.

"Jumped on what?" Mical asked grinning, "Vash's chest?"

Mira smacked Mical on the arm, hard. "Ack, I'm getting a bad visual here."

Vash shook her head with a sigh. "Anyhow, when I went down into the mining tunnels I found a miners uniform. I told him I'd found some clothes the next time he commed me and the disappointment in his voice made me consider not wearing it, just to mess with his head. But, since I didn't want to be too distracting 'for the droids', I put it on."

"You do know you're allowed to strip down to your underwear and mess with my... head... any time you want to, right?" Atton said withhisusuallecherous grin.

"Atton!" Vashti smacked his shoulder again as she blushed once more. "Can someone please change the subject? I think I'm going to die now." She grabbed her glass and swigged a few more gulps before Mical could wrench the glass out of her hand again.

Mical grinned a moment and all eyes fell upon him as he spoke rather quietly, "I heard a good story about Canderous once."

"What!" the Mandalorian's eyes snapped up to meet Mical's, "Where would you have heard a story about me, boy?"

"Um, well," Mical replied, "Admiral Onasi and I have worked closely together on a number of projects and he told me some stories about the people he traveled with on the Star Forge mission. And since I now know that you were the Mandalorian he traveled with, I can only assume that he was talking about you."

"What did he tell you, boy?" Canderous almost sneered the question, but as a Mandalorian he loved a good story almost as much as battle, even if he bore the brunt of the joke.

"Well, the story he told me involved a certain 'Jedi Princess' that seemed to have your number."

Canderous groaned. "Bastila," he said. "That woman would drive any man to drink!"

"Well," Mical continued, "Admiral Onasi said that you two were at each other's throats most of the time." Canderous nodded. "But the story he told me occurred on Dantooine. Apparently you all had stopped back there to restock on some supplies and follow up on some tasks for some of the locals, right?" Canderous nodded again, a grin playing across his lips as he remembered that day. "So you were out on the plains, and Bastila made some comment about filthy Mandalorians."

"If you're going to tell the story, it needs to be told right, boy!" Canderous looked around the table at everyone and grinned, "Bastila was a fiery woman. Arrogant, snide, impatient. She always had a rude jab about those she considered to be less than herself.

"We had been trying to find some rumored cave with saber crystals when we ran across a group of Mandalorians that had been terrorizing the settlers on the planet. Of course, those thugs didn't deserve the title Mandalorian, but they wore it anyway. As many who were unworthy did in that time. I was ashamed of those men, and as I tried to control my rage after the battle, Bastila goes spouting off about "filthy Mandalorians". I held my temper for as long as I could, but after a few minutes of this I couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, walked to a nearby stream and dropped her in it.

"The shock of the cold water added to the surprise of being tossed about like a rag doll. Her eyes were huge and the blue became especially bright as she glared up at me. 'Mandalorians aren't the only ones who get filthy, princess.' I bellowed at her, 'The stench coming from you is truly overwhelming. I think you need to wash some of the arrogance off your uptight Jedi ass.' The rage in her boiled up and spilled over then. So much for 'there is no emotion', eh?" Canderous chuckled, remembering. "She force pushed me backwards into the stream and screamed at me," here Canderous stood placing his hands on his hips and did a perfect Jedi princess impression "'You filthy Mandalorian mynock! If you ever lay another hand on me, I swear you I will make you pay!' With that declaration, she force waved a wall of water at me, drenching the upper half of me that had remained relatively dry in spite of my fall.

"'Is that so, princess?' I snarled back at her. And just how would a spoiled, sanctimonious child like you manage that?' I stood up and pulled my drenched shirt off and calmly walked over to her and wrung it out over her head. She kicked my legs out from under me and I fell again, but I shifted my weight so that I fell mostly on her."

He grinned again, "She shrieked as my weight pressed her back into the water. She began pounding her fists against my chest, howling angrily for me to 'remove myself from her person'. I looked down into those fiery blue eyes of hers and did the one thing I knew would set her off. I kissed her - As deeply and as aggressively as I could. She resisted at first, but once I felt her lips soften I broke the kiss. 'Thanks for the bath, princess' I said as I hoisted myself off her and out of the stream." He chuckled. "I walked past Revan and Carth and told them I'd be in the ship drying off if they needed me. They just nodded back at me as their surprise turned to laughter."

"So what happened between you and Bastila after that?" Atton asked, "Did she ever figure out she had a thing for you?"

"Interjection: I believe I can answer that question. Why meatbags insist on pressing their mucus covered flesh against each other, I do not know. But I will never understand how two otherwise functional meatbags will forget about the security cameras once the mating rituals begin." HK shuddered at the memory, "My photo receptors have not been the same since."

"You didn't have to watch," Canderous said gruffly with a chuckle. "We were the only two "meatbags" on the ship at the time. We didn't consider having to worry about a voyeuristic assassin droid watching us."

"Clarification: I did not watch, I merely happened into the communications room while making my security rounds. I quickly removed myself from that room when my photo receptors began to burn with the images being displayed."

"Canderous, you old kath!" Vashti said, "I'd have never pictured you going for the princess type."

"Ah, that's the thing about Bastila, she is a fierce warrior as well as an infuriating spoiled brat. And I have to say, I think the council tries to keep Jedi from physical relationships to keep the galaxy from knowing what a woman adept at the force can do in bed. If it were widely known, the Jedi women would never get a moment of peace to get their jobs done."

Vashti snorted -the juma definitely doing its work. "I would confirm your story Canderous, but I actually have never been to bed with a man while I was open to the force. I certainly didn't do any of that before my exile, and obviously I haven't had much of a chance to try it out since becomming reconnected."

Mira piped up, "I'm sure Atton would be willing to let you try it out!"

Atton blushed slightly but grinned, "Anything to further important research into unexplored force powers. You know me, I'm all about sacrifice."

Vashti choked on her juma and after the coughing fit, quickly changed the subject, "hey who's winning?" she asked motioning to the pazaak cards lying on the table.

Mira chuckled, "You got me, I lost count somewhere on the 10th set. I think at this point the last one standing wins or should it be the first one to pass out?"

"Who cares? Just deal another hand, Atton. I want another drink." Vash grinned and elbowed Atton playfully. "So Canderous, what happened to Bastila? I thought all the Jedi died during the civil war?"

Canderous smiled to himself, "No, not all of them died, most of them just scattered. Bastila and I settled in a Mandalorian colony past the rim. She's there now, taking care of our son. He's got a few more years before he'll be old enough to join us on Dxun."

Vashti's jaw dropped once again, "You never told us you were married!"

"No one asked," he replied, a sparkle in his eye. "Family relations are not usually spoken of outside our own circles. We value our women and children. We choose to keep them out of the line of fire as much as possible."

"But Bastila is a powerful Jedi! She would be an asset to your training camp!" Vashti objected.

"And she will be, once Shan is old enough to join us at the camp. That should be in a few more years. We begin training at the age of 7. Until then, we will just have to make due with the short visits we get."

The circle of friends was quiet for a fewminutes contemplating this side of Mandalore. After a few moments Mira grinned and asked, "Vash, you never told us. Just what did those Jedi who drug you out of the pazaak game do with you once they had you?"