So, this is another new story. I'm sure plenty of readers wanted another chapter of Michael Vey, but honestly I'm not sure if I'll ever get around to writing that (I probably will but I just can't seem to muster up the motivation to do so right now.) This is based on another story I found on AO3 by someone named Disneyfan1234, but that one was a bit shorter and simpler than I'd like. It did have a good concept though, and it wasn't angsty reylo stuff like most sequel fics, so I decided to rewrite/make my own version of it.
"That just sounds like stealing with extra ste-"
Shut up Kyle! I'm still writing this myself! I'm just taking the idea and basic plot structure (as much as a story like this has plot anyway) from the original, nothing else. And stop with the pop culture references Kyle. Only I'm allowed to make those. Anyway this is getting long, so I'll start the story now.
Leia turned to the next page. It still felt odd to do so. Paper books were rare, and she was still unused to the physical actions required to use them. These were the first she had read extensively. She would have preferred a holo-book, but these archaic texts were the only records of the information held within. They were the Sacred Jedi Texts, recovered from Luke's home on Ahch-To by Leia's apprentice, Rey. Rey needed to understand all about the force she could to defeat the first order, and to do that she needed a teacher who knew about the force. Reading the Sacred Texts was a good way for Leia to brush up on her own force knowledge, which she hadn't used since Luke disappeared. Besides that, the texts had plenty of old techniques that had been thought to be lost to time. Leia shook her head, clearing it of wayward thoughts to focus on the texts.
'Using the force to travel.' The chapter title read. 'The force surrounds all of us, and is everywhere. With practice, an advanced technique can be used, where a force user can become one with the force, just for a moment, and therefore transport themselves through it. Since the force is everywhere, when a force user is one with it, they too are everywhere. This means that when they separate from the force, they can do so at any point, anywhere in the galaxy. They may enter the force in one system, and exit it in another, teleporting. However, this ability is not to be spoken of, used, or taught, due to the possibility of misuse or accidental injury. It is extremely risky. If a force user remains one with the force for too long, their mind is destroyed. The force is connected to every living being at once, and that is far too much for any force user to handle. Beyond that reason, the potential and dangers of misuse are vast. If the Sith learned this was possible, even our greatest temples would not be safe. And the secondary application presents major harm to the galaxy at large. Because the force is ever-present, always has been, and always will be, when exiting it, a skilled user of this technique can not only exit anywhere they want, but can also exit anyWHEN they want. This could allow a single force user to destroy anything, even something as large as the republic, simply by preventing it's creation. It is far too dangerous to risk letting anyone except for the Jedi Grandmaster knowing of its existence. '
Leia's eyes widened as she read the text. A secret force technique powerful enough to destroy anything? The first order could be defeated in one fell swoop! No more lives had to be lost! Her son Ben never would have turned to the dark side in the first place! No- It was even more powerful than that! She could stop the empire. Save countless beings untold quantities of suffering! And -she barely dared to think it, fearful of being let down- she could save Alderaan! Her parents, all her people, they could all live! She delved into the reading, learning more and more about how it could be employed.
Rey walked up to Leia the next day, ready to train. "how shall I train today, my master?" The former scavenger asked.
"Nothing we've done before. I've just learned about a new technique. One that could not only stop the first order in its tracks, not only undo all the suffering they've caused... It could undo the empire. Save Alderaan. With this Technique, you could travel back in time." Leia explained. Rey knew Alderaan had always been one of Leia's biggest regrets. It was no surprise she was jumping at a chance to save it.
"Apparently, you can become one with the force, and fuse with it. once you have you can separate yourself from it anywhere, any place, so long as the force is present there. But you mustn't stay in it too long, or it will overwhelm your mind. My plan is to have you go to the past, and reveal Anakin's fall to the dark side, and his plans. If you do so, then the empire will be stopped from ever forming, and Alderaan will never be destroyed."
"It's really possible?"
"It cant hurt to try. Probably. I mean if it does hurt, it'll hurt you, not me." Leia explained. Rey stared at her. "What? I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, this was getting dark and boring with all the genocide mentions and lore dumping, so I had to make some jokes to achieve the desired tone for this story."
"Well that was meta as shit."
"Yeah, if I'm being honest it seems like the author is using this meta stuff as a crutch to disguise his inability to naturally shift the tone over the course of events. And it would probably be a good to shift the tone later anyway, after we get to the smutty stuff, after the plot stuff.
"Well you fuckin' write this shit then! First Kyle, now you! grumble-unruly lil' shits-grumble fuckin' assholes-grumble grumble"
"Did you just really just say 'grumble grumble'?"
"Technically, no. I wrote it. Anyway, quit with the meta shit, it's not good for tension or immersion if we remind the readers its a story, and I'm trying to be more plot heavy with the one."
"Whatever. This shits all non-canon anyway, it don't matter. It's like an anime movie."
After spending the day on intense practice and study, Rey was ready to attempt the Force-Travel technique. She sat cross-legged, meditating. She attuned herself to the force as fully as possible, delving deeper into it than she ever had before. She felt her body lift up off the ground, then didn't feel anything at all. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with a rush of sensations. Thoughts, feelings, wants and needs, desires, minds, she could hear it all. From every being in the galaxy. From everything that ever would be in the galaxy. It was incredibly loud, deafening, even. Shouts of passion, tranquil dreams, conflicting ideas coming from every direction. Some voices were louder than others. There was a small child named Grogu's hunger for food. An old man's love of a stick and hatred of seagulls. Both were loud. What was a seagull? Before she could form a thought she was blasted with more, more, more information. It was too much. Too much to handle. She heard herself. Again, and again. Herselves? It was her from another time, maybe? But what time was she from? Who was she? Was she a she? She couldn't remember. All these voices and ideas. How could They know which was Theirs? They couldn't, it was all too loud, too loud for Them, too loud and too much. They felt a Sith demand Them, order Them to choke a man. It was a loud Sith, and he was very adamant about it. Perhaps if They did what he asked he would quiet down? They just wanted quiet. Another Voice demanded her attention. It was almost familiar. It spoke directly to Them. Other voices addressed Them, but they only told or asked Them to do things. This one was different. It was the voice of a woman, a woman named Leia.
'Rey. You're in the force. You have to get out of there! It's too much for you to handle. Just focus on who you are, and draw those memories toward the quiet voice of a woman named Padme Amidala. ' The voice said. Who was Rey, They wondered. Wait- They- She was! She was Rey, and she had a job to do... The job was... it was... It was very loud here... The job was to stop the empire! She realized, snagging on to her own thoughts just before they slipped away again. She focused, and heard the voice of a woman named Padme Amidala, just as- as- as- as the seagulls, maybe? NO-! The voice! The voice told her to do this. Padme's voice was fuzzy and not very loud. She was distant. The only reason They- no, she had been able to find her so quickly was because the loudest voice of all was shouting about her a lot. It was loud. So loud. They just wanted quiet... No! She separated herself from all the other thoughts. She was Rey, A scavenger from Jakku. The other voices were talking to The Force, not her. Suddenly, as quickly as they came, all the other voices disappeared.
She knew she was on Courasant... somehow. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. As she reeled from the sudden silence, she realized one voice remained that was not her own, although it was much clearer now. The voice of the woman, Padme Amidala.
"What the hell?" Padme asked, her face flushed with red for some reason. "Who are you? And how did you get here?"
"It worked? It worked! It actually worked!" Rey said, shocked.
"What worked? I'll ask you again, who are you, how did you get here? What do you want?"
"I- I can't believe it"
"Can't believe what? I'm calling the guards."
"No-! Don't do that. My name is Rey. I've come to warn you about your husband."
"Ani? I mean- what husband? I'm not married."
"Wait, aren't you the wife of Anakin Skywalker? Aren't you Padme Amidala?"
"I am Padme, but Anakin and I aren't married. He's not allowed to form attachments. He's a Jedi."
"No, I am certain you two were married."
"Who told you that?" Padme demanded, beginning to advance on Rey. The Senator poked Rey in the chest accusingly. She realized it was dark here. Padme was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown. She was probably about to go to sleep before Rey arrived. Regardless, Rey was now noticing the woman's figure, which was apparent through the nightgown.
"Nobody told me anything! Listen, I have important news about Anakin!" Rey stammered, backing away from the angry politician.
"Anakin? Am I so unimportant to him he'd send you instead of coming himself? He hasn't been here for months, you know. Off on Jedi business, no time for me! A girl's got needs, y'know!" Padme vented.
"Months? That doesn't sound like something a good husband would do. And what sort of 'needs'?" Rey asked. She normally wouldn't be distracted so easily, but her mind was still recovering from merging with The Force.
"Y'know, like your need to get off. Doing it myself just doesn't do it for me. Never really has."
"Could I help?"
"I... suppose." Padme said, blinking like the idea had never occurred to her. "But don't tell anyone. And don't tell anyone about me and Anakin either."
"I won't say a word." Rey promised. Padme dropped her nightgown, and her figure was revealed in all it's glory. It was incredible. Wonderfully perky tits, an incredible ass, and abs to die for. Her Clit was swollen with arousal and lack of stimulation. Rey's own pussy was dripping at the sight. Rey drinks in the sight of Padme's slender and pale naked body.
"Well? I thought you were gonna help me, not just ogle." Padme complained.
"Sorry." Rey quickly apologized.
"Don't apologize, do something about it. " Padme implored. "Drop to all fours, and lick me. That'd be hot."
Rey does as told, crawling towards the bed on which Padme laid. She hesitantly stuck out her tongue and licked Padme's pussy,
"Fuck, that's good. I forgot just how much better it feels when someone else does it." Padme moans, feeling the scavenger's tongue brush against her folds. Another lick from Rey made Padme squirm once more, writhing with pleasure. The senator let out a harsh breath as Rey's tongue prodded at her folds again.
"M-more." Padme moaned breathlessly. Rey timidly licks at Padme's clit, earning another moan. Padme arches her back in pleasure, moaning loudly. Rey's lips encircle Padme's clit, and Rey begins gently sucking.
"Ah! Uh...shit...yeah...fuck...like that...more..." Padme pants in response. She grabs Rey's head and pulls it toward her wet cunt, squeezing the scavenger between her pale thighs. The Senator begins grinding into Rey's face, and Rey releases Padme's clit in surprise.
"No...please...more..." Padme groans. Rey's tongue flicks over Padme's nub as Rey licks the senator's sensitive folds relentlessly. Encouraged by Padme's sensual moans, Rey's timidness is soon replaced with eagerness. As the senator gets closer to her climax, Rey thrusts her face into Padme's snatch aggressively, eagerly lapping at the other woman's sopping wet cunt.
"I-I'm gonna- I'm gonna...fuck...oh shit, that feels so...ooh..." Padme pants incoherently. She lets out a gasp and clenches her legs, holding Rey's head in place even tighter. Her ample chest heaves, the peaks of her tits rising and falling with each heavy breath. She begins squirting all over Rey's face, but the Scavenger doesn't stop her assault. She drinks up every bit of Padme's juices.
As Padme comes down from her intense orgasm, she lies back, smiling lazily. "Thanks, honey... I really needed that."
"You're welcome..."
The two lay there for several minutes basking in the afterglow, until the door opens with a whir.
"So, this is where the Naboo Senator you'll be working with should be, snips." A voice says from the other side. Two shadows approach…