Pre chapter notes
These next two chapters were originally one but since it felt kinda long by the halfway point I might split it in half.
A bit of a less action packed chapter here although some minor lemon is featured.
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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…
Aayla discovered! After her secret romance with a fellow Jedi was being investigated by the Council, she confronts Council member Mace Windu, only to uncover the massive amount of evidence he has compiled against her!
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Aayla's force grip tightened around Mace's member, causing him to shriek out in pain, his hands darting from it to his arm rests to the sides of his chair, flailing around as if not knowing where to place them on.
"Master Secura, please!" He groaned through gritted teeth. "Let's talk about this!"
"Talk about what?" She retorted hotly, glancing around the room which was filled wall to wall with different visual accounts of her activities. "Talk about how you're spying on me? Yeah sure, let's talk about that!" She squeezed harder, making the Master shudder in his seat.
"You were… breaking the rules of… the Jedi… Order!" He managed to squeak out. "Intimacy is forbidden!"
"So is lust, last I checked." Aayla countered, her hand still reaching out and force crushing his length which was still fully extended. "And here you are, pleasuring yourself over… how did you even get these?"
"Release me and… I'll tell you!"
Pausing to consider whether or not to approve his request, she reluctantly lowered her arm, him gasping in relief as the vice grip on his member faded. As he stood, a blue blades lightsaber ignited, the tip nearly poking into his neck.
"Fair warning;" Aayla noted, pointing the tip up towards his chin. "Give me an answer I don't like, which it'll probably be, and I'll cut off something you can't replace with droid parts."
A minute later, after Mace had adorned himself hastily with a long brown cloak, he motioned to the different images and recordings of her holoprojected around the room, the large screenshot of the Twilek flashing her breasts prominently taking up the middle of the room.
"I've been compiling evidence for a long time, dating back to when you and Master Shaak Ti first started… visiting each other; it was when you two didn't have a set way of hiding your activities so it wasn't hard to follow along. Since then, I've been tracking both of your whereabouts to monitor your relationship and the severity of your… sins to the Order."
"Last I checked, being happy didn't violate the Order code." Aayla retorted. "She made me happy when I was in a downward spiral of apathy and self loathing, where's the sin in that?"
"Attachments are forbidden in the Jedi Order." Mace replied back. "You know this as well as I do."
Aayla crossed her arms as she bowed her head, shame mixed with frustration running through her mind as she tried to think of a creative counter argument to no avail.
"You've failed to answer one MAJOR question, though." Aayla raised. "Why were you naked when looking at this… evidence?"
"That… is a complicated question." Mace stuttered, rushing over to the desk, pressing a button on a small device after which all the holoprojected images flickered and disappeared.
"It's really not." Aayla raised an eyebrow.
"Far away from here, on the ancient Sith homeworld of Moroband, there used to be an ancient temple used by the Sith to reach out across the stars and slowly insert subtle mental attacks into the mind of a Jedi, not attacking them physically, but emotionally compromising them and making them vulnerable to turning to the Dark side. I believe that this is happening to you, which is why I've been gathering all this… information. I'm not trying to oust you from the Order, I'm trying to compel the Council that you and other Jedi are already under threat."
Aayla mulled over this revelation for a moment.
"So… it was never about me and Shaak being together, it was about…"
"Two powerful Jedi potentially being pawns of the Sith." Mace nodded. "I was purely interested in the internal security of the Jedi Order, not about some… liberties being taken among two fellow cohorts like you and Master Ti. However, I fear my proximity to the evidence I've gathered has made me… susceptible to emotional compromise, which is what you caught me in the middle of. I haven't shown anyone this folder of your… lewd dealings, so rest assured I am the only one who knows about you two."
A massive weight was suddenly carried off Aayla's shoulders as she breathed a sigh of relief. Force pulling a chair over to her, she flopped back onto it as if her legs could no longer hold her; a flurry of thoughts raced through her head, trying to connect different dots that had been popping up in her mind. At last one final figment of suspicion remained.
"Wait… so you're saying the feelings she and I have aren't real?"
Mace pondered this question for a moment.
"While I do think the friendship two Jedi share can lead to a strong bond, I also know that such bonds can be distorted into different relationships. The Dark side can drive best friends apart or closer together than previously thought, so, in a sense, I have considered that your… partnership with Master Ti is a plot by the Sith to infiltrate the Jedi Council, to weaken her mind's defenses."
Anger once again rushed into Aayla's chest, her breasts rising within their cloth confines as her eyes bore into Mace's.
"The feelings I have for her aren't some… ploy to destroy the Jedi!" Her voice became like steel, hardened and unwavering. "I'm not some… victim of Sith manipulation, neither is Shaak! We're two consenting adults who love each other and she's made me happy in ways I've never felt before!"
"When was the last time you meditated?" Windu interrupted. "I'd assume it would be before you and Ti began your… secret rendezvous."
Aayla's fury became replaced by embarrassment as her shoulders slumped. Her eyes which were drilling into his suddenly averted their gaze.
"It's been… a little while I suppose," She confessed. "But that doesn't mean I'm some pawn of the Separatists. Shaak told me your mind was pretty easy to pierce; maybe you're the weak link you've been so hasty to find!"
She could sense that she struck a nerve as he about-faced and walked around to the back of his desk, the data pad with his compiled evidence in hand as he shoved it into an open drawer and slammed it shut. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with cold calculating resolve and determination, slightly unnerving her.
"I will confess having such… provocative content so easily accessible has made me a bit emotionally compromised, all the more reason to find the source of this disturbance and end it, once and for all."
"News flash, Windu." Aayla shot back. "The source of this 'disturbance'? It's right here." She pointed two finger guns at her tits, the massive blue cleavage drawing Mace's gaze towards them like a vacuum. He shook himself free.
"I'm going on a secret mission to Moroband to find this temple and I will destroy it, along with any usurpers who wish to use it against the Jedi. Maybe, just maybe, that will break you from the hold it has on you and Master Ti, along with any other Jedi it's corrupting."
Aayla marched up to the front of the desk and planted her palms on it, their eyes inches away from each other, matching his iron strong demeanor.
"How about I join you? I'll blow up the bunch of stupid rocks they call a temple and when we get back, I'll still be the same amount in love with Shaak, showing you that my love is real."
"Hmm," Mace pondered for a second. "Sounds like a bet."
"Yeah." Aayla responded. "I guess it does."
She stood up straight and turned towards the door, kicking aside holocrons and other assorted papers in books that were strewn across the floor. As she reached the exit, she turned back around.
"When we get back, I want all this data destroyed, or else."
"Or else what?" Mace countered. "You have nothing to bargain with."
"Oh, even having that data pad is as incriminating as what's on there. And plus, your story about a mind altering temple is an ample excuse to explain what I've been up to." Aayla strategized, Mace's expression souring as the doors slid open. "Oh, also, your lust's showing."
As she turned back around, Mace looked down to realize his mast was fully raised and jutting out of the folds in his cloak. He looked back up to explain himself, only for his eyes to lock onto her big, jiggling ass as she strutted out of the room, doors sliding back shut. His agape mouth once again turned into a frown as he sat back down in his chair in an empty room.
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A Venator class Republic Cruiser lifted off into the sky over the cityscape as Aayla watched from her apartment window. Its gray and red exterior glinted in the evening sunlight which dwindled on the horizon as it slowly sank, tiny shimmering lights flickering across the blue sea above from light bouncing off of the steady river of cars shooting by in the distance. Maybe Shaak was onboard that ship, flying away from her for their safety, making a sacrifice that she herself wasn't nearly strong enough to make. The thought brought a tear to her eye as she turned away from the wall of glass, which grew darker to block out the glare.
She paced barefoot back and forth across the tiled floor, trying desperately to calm herself as she, for the first time in years, began to feel herself really begin to lose control of her emotions, the frantic spinning wheel which was her anxiety which only continued to increase speed. Was it all a ruse? Was all this really some Sith manipulation? Is her love truly genuine? It had to be, wouldn't it? Did Shaak love-
Stop!
Aayla stopped, planted her feet down and let out a couple deep breaths before beginning to slowly inhale and exhale, her eyes shut as she began to empty her mind.
I am in control of my emotions, not the other way around
After a couple minutes of slowly recentering herself, she opened her eyes and relaxed her posture, her breathing returning to normal. Until now, she hadn't even noticed that her stomach was growling, with all the chaos of the last day or so drowning out the hunger pains. Exploring the fridge, she poured herself a glass of blue milk before swinging the door shut; as she sipped, she made her way over to the walk-in closet near the bed space and stripped herself of her two piece garb and wrapped herself in a white evening gown.
As she exited, blue milk in hand, she stopped and looked over the bed, the blankets still strewn this way and that since she didn't bother cleaning this morning. There were tear marks all over the bottom sheet from when both her and Shaak at one point or another had clawed their nails into it in an effort to combat the waves of ecstasy that was flowing through them. Pressing down onto the bed with her hand, she could hear the tired springs squeak from the pressure, nearly having broken the bed entirely from Shaak's ferocity; Force, Shaak had made her scream from the constant love barrage she was pumping out. After a while of riding, Shaak quickly maneuvered Aayla's front against the mattress and took no time in jackhammering her blue derrière. She had Aayla gripping the white sheets as if her life depended on it as the smacking sounds got faster and louder and juicer as Aayla's roaring was drowned out by Shaak's lust fueled words of-
Aayla snapped out of it, realizing her cup was beginning to tip, letting some droplets of milk spill out and hit the floor. Force, she couldn't wait until Shaak got back so she could return the ferocity given to her, but until then, it was going to be a journey that needed her complete attention.
Shaak's counting on me
Walking around the corner and past the kitchen, she sat down at the rectangular dining table situated next to the glass wall. The sun had set even more, the crest of it barely peeking over the city line in the distance as the Venator ship was nearly out of view. As Aayla watched it, she felt something press at her heart, something warm and soothing, with a hint of sadness. Maybe Shaak really was on that ship, looking down at their apartment building from above as it would be the last time she'd see it for a while. The feeling continued, now bolstered by a sense of hope; yes, they would be together again, and maybe next time, they'd break the whole apartment.
Aayla chuckled.
"We've done it before." She spoke out to an empty room, but somehow, she knew Shaak was listening.
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The regular Coruscant sun was replaced by a fleet of gray clouds and unending barrages of pouring rain. She hated the rain here; each drop was unnaturally heavy and dirty, the hundreds of gallons of fuel being pumped out by endless ship traffic seeping into the rainfall and slightly staining her clothes. Aayla had no real memory of home on Ryloth, but she did remember something about the rain, how smooth and freeing it was, not a barrage like Coroscant but more of a shower, a smooth feeling, like being draped in a blanket by the sky.
All this contemplating flowed through her head as she gazed out the viewport of the command deck aboard a light frigate Mace had acquired from some Jedi contact in the underworld. The ship itself from what she saw of the outside was almost as dirty as it was on the inside, the ship having a semi-long gray/ rust brown cylinder-like hull (with some sections of the plating missing), some technical instruments mounted to the roof of the ship, with two circular ion engines mounted to the sides towards the rear. A sail-like fin jutted up towards the back of the ship, the crest of some long forgotten (or perhaps eradicated) crime ring spray painted onto it in red. A long thin antenna arm was attached to the rounded nose of the vessel, looking like half of it had already been cracked off earlier in the ship's lifetime and never repaired. The landing gear looked as if it could buckle any moment and send the belly of the ship crumpling into the tarmac.
The rain pelted off the glass view screen in front of her, a weak little wiper arm moving back and forth across it in a vain attempt to clear the screen of water. Leaning down towards the controls in a slight curiosity to see if any of them worked, she noticed outside that Mace Windu was nearby, standing under a canopy talking to Master Yoda. She frowned, the fear of him exposing her creeping slowly into her mind; quickly brushing the thought aside, she once again looked over the series of buttons and blinking lights across the control panels that sprawled in front of the two pilots' chairs. Only one third of them seemed to be working, while another third seemed to not be hooked up to anything, with the last couple of buttons not even looking like they were turned on. Curiously, she reached out a hand to tap one.
"I wouldn't touch that." Mace said from behind her, making her jump. "Inothyte gangs usually set booby traps on their ships in case they were captured. It's been a couple decades since this ship has flown, but we can never be sure which systems are still intact."
"And we're sure the hyperdrive is still intact?" Aayla questioned as she moved aside to let Mace take the first pilot seat. "And the life support still works, right? I'd like to breathe somewhat efficiently while I'm flying around on a dangerous mission."
"If you think it's going to be too dangerous, feel free to disembark." Mace retorted as he began to tap some buttons and flick certain switches, sounds of sputtering echoing through the vessel.
"Yeah, you wish." Aayla muttered as the sputtering turned into a powerful roar as the ship began to shutter. "Uh, how long did you say it was since this ship last flew?"
"Best not dwell on such things, Master Secura." He said dismissively as he pulled back on one of the main levers situated in the middle of the console.
The flying trash can seemingly stumbled into the air as the landing gear whined, pulling themselves into the stomach of the ship which floated off towards the sky. Master Yoda watched as it soared un-majestically towards the stormy clouds from the small secluded space port.
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The ship slumped past other finer looking vessels that adorned the city skyline as it made it past the gravitational shear from the planet below. Aayla finally released the arm rests of her very uncomfortable chair from the knuckle whitening grip she had them in as the jittering and jolting finally stopped, breathing a huge sigh of relief.
"Alright, now that the first major challenge is over with, now what?" She asked.
"I have the location of Moroband from Master Yoda." Mace informed as he typed out some text into the computer screen to the side of him. "It's in the Outer Rim, hidden from public starcharts, although with the war going on, we may have to take some detours."
"Wonderful." Aayla rolled her eyes. "What is there in terms of entertainment in this garbage dump?"
"Unfortunately, the holographic chess set that came with the ship seemed to have had its emitter stolen, so probably we'll have to do with each other's company." Mace informed, not even turning to look at her. "Unless you'd like to scrounge up a rag and clean off some of the interior from the grime and buildup."
"Ugh." Aayla recoiled at the thought. "That's a no. There's probably a nest of knighboks on here somewhere, maybe a shlinga or two. Man those things suck."
"Is that supposed to be a joke?" Mace asked flatly.
Aayla pondered that query for a moment; Shlingas were medium sized tentacled creatures, most commonly found suction cupped to the hulls of ships, their main method of travel throughout the galaxy; along with travel, their suctioned mouth was how they ate, shoveling small food into their slimy pie hole. She had seen a big one latch itself onto a poor clone trooper's helmet once before she cut it off; more disturbingly, she knew some shady clubs in the Underworld used such creatures to fulfill some questionable kinks for either daring or downright dirty customers. She shuddered at the thought.
"No, definitely not."
As they cleared the busy transit lanes around the planet, open space sprawled out in front of them. Somewhere, Shaak was waiting to come home, earnestly anticipating the day when the pair could rejoin again. The thought filled Aayla with bolstered determination as Windu pulled down on the level and the stars flattened and stretched as the bucket of bolts shot into hyperspace.
