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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away
Turmoil on Moraband! Jedi Aayla Secura is on a mission to destroy a Sith Temple with fellow Jedi Mace Windu! After being split up, Aayla has discovered the secret to get inside the monastery, but is being followed by a battalion of battle droids! However, little does she know that she is walking into a trap!
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A few days prior, Lothal system
"Oooh, Master!" Ahsoka moaned in ecstasy, her emotions flooding out as her legs were spread apart by strong hands and a tongue dived right into her nether.
She arched her back in pleasure as the more experienced woman ate her out with ease, sending the Padawan into a frenzy; she gripped the pillows behind her head as her orange fists began to whiten. Her green eyes were locked to her waistline, watching her friend and mentor eating and licking away at her like a popsicle; she watched as two strong red arms slid around her juicy thighs and began to stroke her sides, massaging her abdomen as her nether was explored and soothed by her bedmate.
"Oooh, Shaak! That's amazing!" Ahsoka gasped as her eyes shut from the sensations running through her body, feeling the hands move up and begin to rub her jiggling breasts.
"Mmm, I know." Shaak smiled as she slid back from Ahsoka's entrance and moved her legs further apart. "Do you want me to keep going? Or are you already too tired to climax?"
"Keep going!" Ahsoka pleaded as she felt Shaak's thick thighs slide over hers. "Top me, Master!"
"As you wish, Padawan." Shaak grinned as she lowered herself onto Ahsoka's lap and began to grind their zones together. "Mmm, I like that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Shaak confirmed, moving slowly and seductively against her partner.
They were aboard a small Republic cruiser, assigned to patrol this sector for any suspicious activity; obviously, work was slow, and Ahsoka had some questions for her, so Shaak obliged and indulged the younger Togruta in her little fantasies, including ridding the Padawan of some turbulent wet dreams she was struggling to overcome. It had been a week or two since she had left Aayla on Coruscant, and she was going to relish the moment in which they were reunited; for now, however, she needed to release some tension, and the eager Padawan was ready and willing to receive it. Their sweat stained clothes carpeted the cold metal floor, Ahsoka's too small sports bra hanging over the lamp near her bed, creating a warm orange glow over the darkened room.
Shaak picked up speed, orange and red legs colliding with one another as they humped together, groans and sighs of passion filling the room; Ahsoka's hand shot out like lightning and latched itself to one of her large red tits, groping the bulbous mass and pinching at the white tip, sending more grunts careening out of Shaak's mouth. Ahsoka held on for dear life as Shaak increased speed once again, being thrusted into the mattress with force by the Jedi's muscular columns.
"Oh oh oh oh ohh Shaak!" Ahsoka called out again, taking her hand off her Master's fun bag and clamping it down on the side of the bed for support as she neared completion.
"That's it, Ahsoka!" Shaak grunted hotly, sweat pouring down her chest in between her flapping udders. "Release!"
With a cry, the space between their thumping legs became coated in Ahsoka's juices, the slapping noises becoming moistened with liquid as Shaak grinded to a halt, catching her breath while still on top of her student. Ahsoka's body writhed as she completed releasing her load before slumping back down and opening her eyes again, locking her gaze with Shaak's; a smile came upon their faces as an orange hand snuck around Shaak's waist and slapped her juicy ass.
"Nngh you're a clever one, Padawan." Shaak chuckled as she dismounted her bed mate and walked to where her clothes were compiled.
"Thank you, Master." Ahsoka watched her partner rifle through her clothes, gazing at the twin moons that made up Shaak's rear jiggle with each step. "This has been the most exciting couple of weeks of my career."
"Well, savor it while it lasts." Shaak advised as she pulled out her comm device. "When we get back to the temple, we're not going to have as many of these 'sessions' since we both have assignments to do."
"Well, we can work around that." Ahsoka smiled cheekily as she grabbed a towel from the floor beneath her and began to dab up the condensation between her legs. "You and Aayla do. Can't wait for my invitation to the threesome, by the way."
"You're going to be waiting for a while." Shaak laughed. "We have a pretty open relationship but when we're together, we're together."
"Well, I'll still be waiting." Ahsoka shrugged as she slid out of bed and sauntered into the bathroom. "Imma take a shower if you wanna wash off."
"Something tells me you want me to do something else with you in there." Shaak smirked.
"Can I at least look at that video of Master Secura while I'm in there?" The younger Togruta pleaded. "It's so hot!"
Shaak sighed, rifling around her clothes again and tossed the Padawan a holodevice. Ahsoka squealed in delight as she tapped a button and a video of Aayla Secura fizzled to life; the Twilek was completely naked, her huge blimps jiggling up and down as she rode a pink phallic toy; Shaak winced as she heard her lover call out her name in euphoria as the Ahsoka brought it into the bathroom.
She decided not to ponder the implications of letting a student have good access to her partner's tapes as she activated the comm. "Captain, this is Master Ti, any updates?"
She was met with deafening silence, static pouring out of the small device as she heard the shower awaken with a hiss behind her. A sense of concern began to creep into her mind as she slid her robes back on and walked to the door; hesitantly, her fingers hovered over the handle, the hint of fear beginning to take root in her stomach. The clones always responded with lightning speed when spoken too, the attribute literally written into their DNA, and this break from character was extremely troubling.
It's nothing Shaak assured herself probably some wires got crossed and took down the comm system.
Mustering the courage, she pulled the lever mounted into the doorframe and she heard the door unlock with a clunk; as it slid open, the bright light of the hallway was interrupted by a massive darkly robed figure waiting right on the other side, inches away from the Jedi. Without hesitation, Shaak reached out for her lightsaber as the assailant raised a gloved hand towards her face; pressing a finger against her temple, she felt herself go numb as her sword clattered to the ground at her feet. Feeling all power leave her body, she felt herself tip over and fall back as her vision began to blur, darkness coating her eyes. The last thing she saw were the boots of her captor marching towards the bathroom before she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Moraband, a couple hours ago
Leaving Aayla to find her way to the encampment, Mace hiked through the rolling boulder-covered terrain as he watched the mountainous temple get closer with each step. His breathing was heavy, due to the atmosphere being less hospitable for human life, along with the rugged and inhospitable environment; what from space seemed like a humid and dry climate was really one of cold and barren wastelands that encompassed this world, a result of centuries of Sith rule and Force wielding. The lack of atmosphere was a result of Force experimentation, the Dark Lords of eons past stretching their powers to their limits, sometimes ripping parts of the planet apart, this region especially; it seemed like whatever mad warrior first discovered this place had Force pulled parts of the tectonic plates and ripped them up out of the surface. The final battle between the High Republic and Sith Empire was fought on these planes, the rocky and demanding area being the final resting place of thousands of Jedi and Sith alike.
Now, only one roamed across its vast expanse, and as he grew closer to what now was looking like a massive knife hitting out of the ground, Mace mentally began to prepare for what he may encounter within its confines. If an old Lord really was inhabiting the temple and luring Jedi to him, then how or why has he not revealed himself; it would be truly fascinating and extremely concerning if a third Sith had been hiding this entire time during the Clone Wars which the Council had no knowledge of. The evil mastermind behind the Wars and the master of Count Dooku was unknown to them, but at least they knew he existed. This new player in the galactic game of chess made Mace uneasy; if one Sith can operate unnoticed, then what about two, or maybe even three? Force, there could be a whole order of Dark side acolytes that we're hiding in the shadows beneath the wings of Count Dooku and his reclusive master.
Mace snapped himself out of it; that couldn't be possible, not since Darth Bane had hunted down and killed all other Sith Lords and established the Rule of Two in a quest for absolute dominance over the trajectory of the Sith's rise to power. Whatever the reports said about this place must surely have been exaggerated or outright fabricated, and his paranoia about a Dark side infiltration of the Jedi Order was surely the cause of said anxiety; a Jedi master such as Aayla Secura falling astray into lust was not unheard of, although rare. Nevertheless, his heart still beat faster than usual as he neared the mountain.
As he neared it, however, he realized that mountain was not the right term, for it seemed as he began to circle around the base of the structure, it seemed more plausible that whatever Sith Lord had disrupted the tectonic plates around here had snapped off a piece of the planet's crust and pulled out from underneath the earth. The massive jagged obelisk jutted into the sky, charcoal black and as long as a Republic cruiser, the area around it disrupted as shards of the mantle had been pulled up with it, sharp knives and pillars of stone piercing through the rustic dirt and rock like needles. The side of the mountain face was extremely steep and chiseled with pointed outcroppings, making scaling up the peak extremely difficult, if not impossible.
Well, if there's a temple, there must be a door Mace reasoned as he continued to circle the formation.
After half an hour of continually scanning around the base of the mountain, he stopped to rest his wearied feet and catch his breath, the low oxygen causing him to heave from exhaustion. He sat down upon a smooth round stone that laid beneath a larger boulder, against which he leaned back as he looked up and down the huge structure before him.
Hopeless, a voice in the back of his head lamented. All hopeless. The Jedi will soon fall to ruin, victims of their own repressed desires and jealousies. They will tear each other apart with lust and bondage as the Republic burns.
Mace paused this train of thought, confused on where the original inkling came from; the voice which spoke these things didn't sound like his, sounding more raspy, cold, and more sinister than he had ever been.
"Who are you?" He asked aloud into the windless air.
Come inside and see
Mace looked up to a wall of the mountain that was previously a blank face of black stone, but now was a doorway to inside the structure; a tall set of double doors were flanked by ornate carvings of images of helmeted and cloaked Sith knights, along with lettering above the door frame. The twin slabs of obsidian pulled apart, grinding against the rock floor, to reveal a dark and ominous hallway leading inside, the dark void blocking his view within 20 feet of the entrance.
Mace stood up, contemplating his next move; it was obviously a trap, that was for sure, but how else to go about this situation seemed like a fruitless endeavor. The phantom threatening the entire Jedi Order waited to enact his master plan, whatever that may be, inside this temple and surely he would not come out to say hello. His anxiety began to grow, his hesitation driving his instincts into a flurry of impatience and recklessness; his hand jumped to his side, the cold cylinder body of his lightsaber always reassuring him in time of need. His confidence returned, and dusting off his cloak, he marched into the awaiting maw of the temple, its jaw like doors closing shut behind him.
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Aayla winced as another sharp rock scraped against the underside of her hovercraft, the battle droids piloting the vehicle paying no mind to the ear piercing noise as they floated across the rocky terrain. Standing to her right in the open roofed craft was GD-7642, who by her last second wit had taken command of the entire droid garrison as they marched towards the mountain. Three battalions of automatons marched ahead of them, along with a singular hover tank following behind their car, all headed towards Mace Windu scoured around, unaware of the danger she had inadvertently put him in.
"Scouts, anything to report?" GD-7642 chirped into his walkie-talkie, a series of negative responses relating back to it as they traveled along.
The speeder bikes that were sent out ahead hadn't managed to find Aayla's counterpart, hopefully meaning that Mace had made it inside or had at least avoided being spotted. She wondered how he could've gotten in with what little she knew of the temple, remembering Lok Durd mentioning having to recall a sensual memory in order to find the way inside; she cringed at what memory he may have used for such an endeavor, perhaps when they collided outside the bathroom back on the ship, or one of the many pieces of evidence that he had collected about her activities. Force, walking into his chambers that day felt like entering a museum of all her hottest moments, from security tapes of her and Asajj to holocrons containing dreams Ahsoka had about her to police reports about two Jedi-robed figures fleeing the scene of when their first apartment fell apart. If one man had access to all of her most secretive moments, no wonder Mace was feeling emotionally compromised.
After an hour of traveling (and having endure more ear numbing scraping) they finally arrived at the base of the mountain. The three columns of battle droids lined up horizontally in formation as her hovercraft pulled out in front of them, the tank sliding to a halt behind the squads of robots. GD hopped out of the car and marched back and forth, eyeing up his new subordinates like a school teacher overlooking his students, strutting like a peacock flaunting his feathers. After a couple strolls back and forth, inspecting weapons and receiving still negative updates from the scouts, he faintly stepped back over to Aayla as she watched from the craft.
"What should I do now?" It asked sheepishly, trying its best to hide its embarrassment.
"Uhh…" Aayla wondered aloud. "Maybe they should spread out and search the area. Scout bikes can only get so close to the ground. Maybe he's held up somewhere close!"
"Right!" The automaton exclaimed as he turned to face the troops still patiently waiting. "Troop 1, circle the mountain to the east! Troop 2, circle to the west! Troop 3, divide into squads of four and fan out across this grid. Tank crew, hold this position in case of enemy air support! The Jedi couldn't have gotten far!"
A chorus of "Roger, Roger" erupted from the assembled crowd as it began to shift, droids marching in unison off in every direction until only them and the tank remained.
"Maybe I can help!" Aayla offered brightly, flashing a smile at the droid. "I've studied these ruins and I think I can find a door inside."
"That's all well and good, Miss Fisto," GD informed. "But we have standing orders to not enter the mountain complex under any circumstances; they come straight from High Command when we were deployed here."
"Oh," Aayla frowned, desperately searching for an excuse to get out of there. "Well, can I at least stretch my legs? I've been sitting here for a while and I'm starting to cramp up."
"Sorry, Miss Fisto," the droid apologized. "But for your safety I must keep you here. The Jedi is close by and I wouldn't want a civilian to get caught in the crossfire. Even unarmed they have a high danger capacity."
Aayla kicked herself for forgetting that her own lightsaber was confiscated as she continued to brainstorm another strategy to escape.
"Can I use the bathroom?" She asked.
"Sure you can!" The droid responded happily.
Well that was easy she remarked to herself as she hopped out of the hover car and strolled to some nearby boulders. Going around the back of them, she waited for a moment until GD wasn't looking and scampered off.
Minutes seemed like hours as she hiked around the base of the obelisk, gazing over its cliffs and walls for anything that could resemble a door or a keyhole that could provide her access to the secrets inside. It seemed like eternity passed as she clambered over stone outcroppings and wobbled over loose rocks, all the while keeping a lookout for any droids; she was sure that GD had put out a notice to bring her in for questioning by now, surely being smart enough to know that she had lied about using the bathroom.
After a little while of trekking around, she came upon a large round boulder, which she sat down against as she looked at a tall, smooth face of the mountain. She regained her strength while her legs were numb after an hour of searching for the slightest clue of a door.
There's a door at the southern base of the mountain! She recalled Lok Durd blabbering about as she pondered where it could possibly be. She racked her brain with how she could've possibly missed it when another thought entered her mind.
Maybe now is when I have to recall a memory in order to open the door
Repositioning herself into a more relaxed pose, she closed her eyes and cast her thoughts back to her and Shaak's first night.
They had just gotten back to the town after defending the area from a sea of droids, their clone troopers strolling towards a nearby bar. The two Jedi shared stories and laughed with each other as the had drink after drink after drink until they found themselves in some ratty motel room stripping each other down, their inexperienced hands exploring each other's soot covered bodies. Shaak quickly took a liking of Aayla's wide hips as the Twilek attacked her tongue with her own. They pressed their dirtied bodies against one another until they had fallen down onto the bed, Shaak quickly taking position on top of her partner; the continued to make out as Shaak began to slide back and forth across the blue woman, pumping her red pelvis against hers. Aayla released her hands from her bedmate's breasts and clamped them down on the pillows behind her head, Shaak quickly moving her hands to them and interlocking fingers as they moaned each other's names.
Aayla slid her leggings down and slowly began to rub herself as her mouth started to hang open from the ecstasy of the vivid flashback.
The bed began to rock back and forth, the head rest slamming against the wall and shaking the scenery painting that had been nailed to it. As the Togruta continued to top her, Aayla felt something building up deep inside her chest; as Shaak kept grunting, Aayla began to moan louder and louder as the slamming increased in volume, the bedside table beginning to quake. The sheets began to tear around the couples' fingers as Aayla was closer and closer to completion.
"Shaak!" She cried. "I'm going to-"
"That's it!" Shaak interrupted. "We're close Aayla we're so close-"
A wave of Force exploded around them, sending the blankets and sheets up towards the ceiling while shattering the legs of the bed along with sending the desk across the room and the painting flying off its mount; the wallpaper shredded apart and fluttered around the room like it had been launched out of a cannon.
The pair laid against each other, Shaak still resting on top of her as they both marveled at what had just occurred; they panted for air as they recovered, a blue hand sliding up Shaak's arm and down her toned back as Aayla heaved, her large tits undulating against her partner's. They opened their eyes and as they stared into each other, they began to chuckle lightly. Aayla smiled at the woman atop her as a red hand slip up and caressed her blue cheek soothingly; their lips met again, this time without the lust fueled speed as they embraced each other. An eternity passed as they bonded, their arms wrapped around one another as their lips clashed. Finally, Shaak pulled back, and making solid eye contact with her Twilek lover, she reached a hand down to one of Aayla's thick thighs and pulled it up around her waist; readying herself for another round of thrusting, Aayla moved her hands back to the already destroyed pillows and hung on for dear life as Shaak began to grind back and forth as her fun bags jiggled with each thru-
"Unghh!" Aayla grunted as she came, still sitting against the boulder with her eyes closed as she convulsed, fluid leaking out of her womanhood. Her breasts heaved from within her sports bra as her stomach fluttered from the dying sensation, her fingers tore from caressing herself in such a hurried manner.
Opening her eyes, her mouth widened in shock as before her stood the entrance to the temple, carvings of robes figures flanking the doors which were sliding open for her, a blanket of darkness shrouding whatever lay inside. Standing up and pulling her pants back around her waist, she began to walk towards the entrance until she heard something; a mechanical whine cascaded over her and she looked to the sky to witness two scout bikes soaring towards her, rounding a corner in the cliff side.
"Citizen!" She heard a droid pilot call. "Do not move or you will be fire upon!"
Not wanting to be around any more droids for a whole lifetime, she whirled around and and sprinted inside, dodging a hail of laser fire; the massive doors slid closed as they too were pelted with bullets as she was left in the darkness. She was only in the dark for a moment, however, as lights mounted to the high walls illuminated the ominous hallway she found herself in. The rectangular hall went deeper into the earth as she looked down at the long staircase she'd have to descend.
Well Mace, if you're down here, I'll find you she assured as she began the long trip down.
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After what seemed like eons walking down the dimly lit passageway, Aayla's heart stopped as she stepped out into a massive chamber; the ceiling was so high above her that it could easily fit a ten story Coruscant apartment building, with the walls spread far apart to accommodate the massive room. Tall stone statues served as columns, highly detailed chiseled stone mannequins of women's illustrious bodies flanking each other as the only light source was over a Dias at the end of the huge hall. The massive women were headless sculptures from the shoulders down, large round breasts hanging over extremely ripped abs, followed by perfectly shaped abdomens and muscular legs. As Aayla looked over the personas more, she began to realize that they looked quite like Shaak's body type, although much bigger in scale.
Even more bizarre than the huge statues were smaller, more life sized ones that were scattered throughout as she made her way towards the light; the figures were seemingly also making their way towards the platform in the distance until they had been trapped in stone, all of them from different species from around the galaxy. Most puzzling about them was their facial expressions, the conglomerate of people seemingly experiencing some form of arousal or pleasure at the moment of their freezing in rock. She passed right by a statue of a naked Rodian that was right in the middle of the pathway forwards, his lips agape and his eyes widened as his hands were reaching down towards his manhood; Aayla decided not to ponder it more.
She finally reached the raised platform that looked out over the huge hall; climbing a marble staircase up to it, she observed what must've been a large ornate throne jutting out of the wall which was unmanned; on either side were doors that lead off to who knows where, her anxiety withholding her from investigating further.
Turning back around, she peered across the massive hangar sized room for if she had missed a frozen Mace Windu until a cool breeze flew around her, shivers going down her spine. A heaviness began to weigh on her as if gravity was increasing its strength at will, compressing her lungs and wearing her down. She looked around, her eyes darting across her surroundings for any threats that may have emerged; an eerie groaning seeped into the room from where she entered, as if someone had exhaled right into her ear.
"Aayla Secura." A deep voice rang out from the darkness, echoing off the walls and ceiling. "At last we meet."
