Space Wizard
or
Yer a Space Wizard, Harry!
11
"Well, it's been fun, but I need to meet up with Pliskin and get back to work," Thena said as she walked down the ramp of the Dying Light. Turning back to us, she grinned. "But if you're in the neighborhood, call me!" And with that, the woman made her way to a taxi and left.
Thena wasn't the only one leaving, however. Ikari followed, carrying her own gear. "Same. I've got a ship to buy and somewhere to be. Thanks for the job."
The farewell was terse, but… honestly, about what I'd come to expect of her. She didn't mean any offense by it, she was just focused on her next goal. Outside of when she was horny, Ikari hadn't really been interested in talking about herself, aside from the one time I got her to open up.
"Alright, apprentice. Take care of everything you need to while I have the ship restocked and refueled. I recommend more of those drone parts. They were amazingly useful and will likely continue to prove to be so in future exploration."
"Sure thing," I agreed, before heading in to grab a few things to trade, and two of the bars of things I couldn't identify to get the auction house to do so for me.
As I made to leave, my droid whistled and I nodded. "Sure, you can come too. Let's go."
Upto and I made our way to a cab and from there to the Grand Hutta Auction House of Nar Shaddaa. Heading to the first available teller, I slid the communicator they'd given me into the drawer, along with the badge from Exal, the roll of krayt dragon hide, and the two ingots.
After only a moment, the badge and communicator came back, along with another badge. This one, I noticed, was a different color from the one provided the first time. "Please enjoy our hospitality while we have someone prepare your funds for you and we assess these items," the veiled woman behind the counter bowed. Nodding, I took the stuff back and pocketed it. Knowing the routine by now, I made my way towards the end of the room. This time, I handed my marker off to a blue Twi'lek. She took a moment to examine it before smiling and leading me and Upto back.
The room I was led to was much nicer than the one last time. Upto made his way over to the corner of the room the door was set in and took up a guard position watching the door. I knew that if trouble came for me, he could probably handle it before I could get my lightsaber ready.
After only a very short wait, three women of different races joined me, carrying platters of food, drinks, and sex toys. One of them I noticed was familiar.
"Ah! Master!" the dark haired, bright eyed Mirialan girl smiled. "You've returned!"
"Hello again," I said, pulling off my helmet/mask and taking a seat.
The other two were completely new. One was a pale purple, with long violet hair and bright violet eyes. Very easy on the eyes. Tall and slim, with small breasts. This one took her cues from the way the Mirialan slave reacted, relaxing quickly as a genuine smile came to her face. The other was a red woman—light pink skin, long blue hair, pink eyes, and a figure to kill for. She was… sex on legs and my pants felt uncomfortably tight as she captured and held my attention with an easy smile. She looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't place from where.
The Mirialan girl took a seat in my lap, wrapping me in a hug. "Why don't you take some of this off and let us help you relax, master?"
"Yes, let's," the pink woman echoed, her voice traveling from my ears to my cock, as she moved over and pressed herself against my right side.
This close, I felt something brush against me in the Force. It was subtle, but the moment I felt it, it caught my attention and I followed it back… The pink woman laid her hands on my arm, pulling my hand to her breasts. "It's okay, just relax."
I shrugged off the mental fingers and turned my full attention on her. I was still extremely horny, but I no longer felt like I knew her from somewhere. "What are you doing?"
The red woman's mouth fell open and she backed away, bowing her head. "My apologies, master Sith. It is a trait of my species. Zeltrons possess the ability to feel the emotions of others, sometimes hear their thoughts, and impart their own thoughts and feelings to others. We also produce a natural pheromone that makes others aroused. I service the auction house's high-end clientele, making sure their time here is enjoyable and memorable."
"Living social lubricant," I surmised, and she smiled and nodded.
"Exactly!" she agreed. "If you'd like me to stop, or leave, I will."
I considered it for a moment before shaking my head. "It's fine, just ease up on it a bit."
"I will," she agreed.
"I apologize for that, master," the Mirialan girl murmured. "I would have warned you if I'd known, but I was only just promoted to this position." She beamed a smile and added, "Because of you, actually. Your sale did so well that everyone involved got a little something out of it. Promotions, raises, and the like. Almost half my debt has been cleared."
"Well, congratulations," I told her, stroking her back. "Tell you what, how about you get your two friends here to give us a show?"
"Just like last time?" she asked, and I nodded. "Yes, sir!"
With that, the Mirialan bounced up off my lap and opened the box of sex toys. While she was doing that, I carefully removed my armor and laid it over the back of the couch, leaving me in my normal clothes. Sitting back down, I watched as the pink and purple women climbed onto the large, round table and began to make out. The Mirialan rejoined me in my lap.
This time, I didn't hesitate. Exal had made her position clear and… honestly, I was starting to open up to her 'slaves don't count' exception, just a bit. Pulling the Mirialan girl tighter against me, I slipped a hand under her loose robe and squeezed one of her small titties.
"Oh?" she murmured, leaning in and giving me better access. "You're going to play with us this time, master?"
In answer, I pulled her in with my other hand and kissed her plush, pink lips. Her small tongue darted into my mouth to explore as she sighed against me. I kept an eye on the show going on on the table while I slid my hand down, brushing aside the bottom slip of cloth preserving the girl's modesty. I found her pussy wet and completely smooth.
"Mm~" she mewled as I began stroking her. One of her hands came up and ran through my hair, scratching at my scalp, while the other opened my pants and slipped down, gripping my cock. Her lips pulled into a grin against mine. "Oh my~."
Picking her up, I stood and turned her around, leaning her over the table. The Mirialan girl shook her ass invitingly back and forth, reaching back and spreading her meaty pussy lips for me. "Give it to me, master~"
Pulling my cock from my pants, I stepped into place behind her and eased myself into her, the young woman's quim clenching around my cock as I slowly sheathed myself inside her. She panted and moaned, shaking as I spread her open. Her cunt was tight and hot, and almost as wet as Exal's. Bottoming out inside her, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backwards and making her arch her back, but not starting to thrust yet.
"Miss social lubricant," I called getting the pink woman's attention immediately. She looked up, pink eyes meeting my green. "Read my mind."
I reached out with the Force, broadcasting a thought towards her. The Zeltron woman grinned and nodded. Hopping off the table, she pulled the taller purple woman to her feet and guided her to the other side of the table I had my Mirialan bent over. Pushing the purple girl down, she directed her to begin kissing the Mirialan girl. Then, she moved over to the box of sex toys. Opening it up, she pulled out a strap-on and three of the metal spheres. Tossing one to me, she made her way over behind the purple girl.
"Relax~," the pink girl murmured, before pressing the sphere against the purple girl's ass. "That's it~, nice… and… easy~." The purple girl moaned as the sphere apparently popped in. Smiling, the pink girl reached behind herself and, with a quiet moan, pressed the sphere into her own ass.
Reaching down, I teased the Mirialan girl's puckered green ass with the cool metal sphere. Oddly, the thing became slick immediately, and I realized it was apparently self-lubricating. "B-be gentle, master?"
I didn't answer, instead slowly but steadily pressing it against her ass. She took a breath and I pushed it past the ring of muscle. Immediately, the green girl clenched around me, letting out a quiet mewl. "Ahn~."
Rubbing the curve of her green ass, I gave her a few minutes to adjust before pulling back and beginning to thrust into her. Her pussy quivered and pulsed around me as I slowly sawed in and out of her. In front of me, the pink Zeltron had mounted the purple girl and was matching my pace with my own girl, thrust for thrust. The two girls getting fucked over the table kissed, their lips meeting and tongues dancing as they moaned into each other's mouths.
Taking up the remote control for the pleasure devices, I selected all three and turned them on, setting them at a low intensity. Immediately, the green girl clenched around me, a torrent of slick fluid escaping around my cock as she squealed and her body shook. The purple girl was similarly effected, reaching out and clinging desperately to the Mirialan girl in front of her, who latched on and held the other's hands as they came.
The Zeltron girl, on the other hand, merely bit her lip as her pink eyes narrowed, staring into mine as she smacked the purple girl's ass. "Mm, that's it~. Her pussy feels amazing, doesn't it?" she murmured, before leaning over the girl she was fucking and holding out her hands. I did likewise, taking her hands in mine as we slowly picked up our pace. Our lips met and the pink woman's tongue slid out, teasing my mouth.
Eventually, the constant squeezing of the Mirialan girl's cunt got to be too much and I let go of the Zeltron girl's hands, pulling back so I could thrust harder. She continued to match my thrusts, fucking the purple girl just as hard. "You're gonna come, aren't you?" she asked, a happy smile on her face as she watched me. "She wants you to, you know. She wants to feel you deep inside her, filling her womb."
"Do-don't tell him that~!" the Mirialan girl broke her kiss long enough to wail.
Looking down at the green girl, the Zeltron woman smiled. "But you like his thick, human cock don't you? You want to feel it throbbing inside you as he fills your every nook and cranny with his seed. You want to swell up with his child and give birth to lots of cute half-human babies."
"Ahhh~!"
Grabbing her hips hard enough to turn her green flesh nearly white, I fucked her hard enough to rattle the platters off the table and had to catch them with the Force and set them on the ground. She wailed, her head thrashing back and forth as she came, squirting around my cock, and with a growl I did exactly what she wanted and filled her pussy up.
Then, I grabbed the remote and bumped the pleasure spheres up a notch. The poor Mirialan girl squeaked and collapsed face first on the table. I picked her up and laid her out on one of the couches, before turning my attention to the purple girl, who the Zeltron had pulled out of. Picking the shivering, tall woman up, I put her on the couch beside the run down Mirialan. Grabbing her by the ankles, I hoisted them up into the air and slid inside her.
Honestly, aside from being purple, there was little difference between her and a human, as far as I could tell. Her pussy felt a bit more… textured, I guess, and she seemed even more responsive than the Mirialan girl to getting dicked hard and fast, but that was about it. Still, very nice little purple pussy, dark purple lips, and bright purple inside though.
It was as I was burying myself in the purple girl and starting fill her up that the Zeltron girl pressed herself into my back. Her lips found my neck and she kissed up to my ear, her hands running over my stomach and chest, her fingers finding the scars there and running along them. "It's my turn."
Releasing the purple girl's legs, I turned to Ms Social Lubricant, my cock coated in two girls' juices and a bit of my own come. She didn't even bother to clean me off. Instead, she pushed me towards the couch. The purple girl scooted over and I dropped down between her and the Mirialan. The pink girl straddled my waist and took me down to the hilt on the first try. She was just as tight as the others, but she immediately distinguished herself with a display of muscular control that was impossible in a human as she began to pump and roll her inner muscles up and down my shaft. She slowly rolled her hips in my lap, making big circles that made her titties bounce, drawing attention to her fat, red nipples. My hands came up and settled on her breasts and she sighed, cupping my hands under hers and directing me to squeeze her harder.
At my left, the Mirialan girl cuddled up to my side and practically wrapped herself around me, demanding attention. I turned my head and kissed her as her hands came up and began rubbing over my chest and stomach. The Zeltron girl's hands came up and ran through my hair, scratching my scalp and occasionally pulling my hair this way and that as she rode me slowly. She felt amazing—probably the second best pussy I'd ever felt, behind Exal's.
Leaning down, the pink girl kissed my ear again. "I've never seen a Sith like you. All those happy thoughts… mm. Let me feel more of it. I want to feel you come inside me~."
It made sense, really—that a psychic, empathic and/or telepathic species would get off on others feeling good around them. It was kind of like what Exal and I did with the Force, really.
My thoughts were scattered as I felt her mental hands touch my mind and she poured in everything she was feeling—lust, fun, excitement, pleasure, passion. Every little thing she felt, she fed to me. It was… overwhelming. She watched with amused pink eyes as I groaned into the Mirialan girl's mouth and came, my cock throbbing inside her and her greedy cunt hungrily squeezing every drop out of me. That was when she finally came, crying out as she rode me harder, her titties bouncing on her chest as her pussy went wild.
Finally, she collapsed forward onto my chest, one hand around me in a hug, the other around the Mirialan girl. The tall purple girl got up and stretched, taking up the remote and shutting off the pleasure spheres for the moment. Something flashed on the table and she said, "A representative will be here soon, honored customer. Would you like to get cleaned up before your meeting? There is a bath…"
"Let us bathe you, master," the Mirialan girl pleaded, nipping at my ear.
"It'll be fun~" the Zeltron threatened.
My cock twitched inside the pink woman and she giggled. "Sure, why not?"
I left the auction house with a spring in my step and a grin under my mask. Beside me, Upto whistled. "Like you'd complain about having some pretty protocol droids scrub you down and play with your floppy disk. Don't be jealous."
As I stepped into a taxi behind Upto, I felt suddenly like I was being watched. Looking around, I spotted a human man in a brown hooded cloak over his clothes, having just exited the auction house in a rush with a woman hurrying behind him, and a Twi'lek man behind her wearing red robes. My cybernetic eye zoomed in and recorded a picture. Never a more stereotypical trio of Jedi had I ever seen. The human man had a square jaw, messy brown hair, brown eyes, and looked like an asshole. The woman stopped beside him, her eyes locking on me just as his had—blonde haired, blue eyed, with a scar on her right cheek. Her robe mostly concealed her figure, but what I could make out was very sexy. The Twi'lek man was of the green variety and looked like even more of an asshole, if that were possible.
The three of them radiated light in the Force. But… not good. At least, not the men. The woman, yes. But it was the kind of self-righteous good that can never be wrong and has no room for moral flexibility. The other two were of the 'use the light to burn out the dark' variety.
And then the cab was moving. As soon as we dipped out of sight, I fed the Force into my tiger pearl and disappeared from the Force, losing their attention entirely. What was that about?
I decided to ask Exal later, in case she knew something.
I made another stop by the droid shop and ordered a bunch of parts to be delivered straight to the Dying Light, before hitting the market for more components and replacement parts, along with some used hover bikes to play with. This time, I also remembered to pick up some fun toys for Exal and I to play with. Lastly, I bought two spare replacement arms with the same synthskin as mine—because if one failed, I didn't want to have to do without while I repaired it. Then, I made my way back to the ship. By the time I got there, they had just finished loading up the orders I'd made and I took a few minutes to secure my new stuff before checking the fuel reserves.
Keying up on my subdermal radio, I asked, "Exal, are we good to go?"
There was a delay of almost a minute before she answered, sounding distracted as she did. "Ah, yes apprentice. We're ready. Get us underway and make the jump. I'm at a crucial stage in my meditation and I can't leave. Please don't disturb me until tonight, unless it's of utmost importance."
"Alright. Let me know if you need anything."
"I will. Thank you, my… apprentice."
With that, she disconnected. I frowned at the oddity, but shook my head. I went through the preflight check and walk around, making sure everything was secure and good to go. Then, I settled into the large cockpit area with Upto rolling in beside me and beeping.
"Hey bud, think you can do me a favor? I'm going to send you a picture. See what you can dig up on these people. I suspect they're Jedi."
Upto beeped in the affirmative and I sent him the image I'd captured. He turned and rolled away, heading deeper into the ship, to the lounge area. Opening up a channel to the space port, I began requesting clearance to leave as I went through the startup sequence. Exal had taught me how to fly the ship—takeoff, flight, landing, and everything in between—but this was the first time I would be flying her solo.
As soon as I had clearance, I carefully eased the Dying Light up and out of her berth, then set her on a course supplied to me by the spaceport, to break atmosphere. As soon as we were out of atmo and clear, I made one last check of everything before plugging in the coordinates for our series of jumps to come and engaged the hyper drive. I watched as streaks of light filled the view screen of the four-seat cockpit around me.
Checking the computer one last time to make sure the auto-pilot was engaged and everything was working correctly, I left the cockpit. Reaching out with the Force, I felt Exal in her quarters, deep in meditation. She felt… anxious. Worried. Afraid. But determined. Whatever she was working on, she felt was important and needed her full attention. Though, she did spare just a moment to acknowledge my presence in the Force before resuming her focus.
For a few moments, I wondered where to start.
I'd had a few ideas for improvements to Doggo's design. Namely, adding an energy shield and another anti-grav unit, and some cooling for his main gun. But I was also planning to scale up. Those used hover bikes—sorry, speeders—I was going to disassemble and build a bigger version of Doggo around. A version big enough to support the very large gun and carry other, smaller drones—a Doggo unit and several new units I was going to make that would essentially be sniping drones. Flying drones equipped with/built around a bunch of sniper blasters I'd bought.
On the other hand, I had those holocrons and all their knowledge I needed to delve into. There was a chance that there was something in one of them that could help me help Exal to kill Darth Labes.
Also, the auction house had managed to identify and valuate the materials I'd brought them. The almost purple metal was phrik, which came from Tatooine, was supposedly 'nearly indestructible' and very, very valuable. The almost matte black bar was cortosis—basically a room-temperature super-conductor, but the metal was somewhat brittle; very rare, very useful, and thus also very, very valuable. The problem was, I had no idea how to work either of those, nor the equipment to do so. I suppose I could add a stop along our way to find the equipment to do so, and to work with beskar, but that would really be something to do later and wouldn't solve the immediate quandary.
Fuck it, may as well learn space magic, I decided, before heading to my quarters. I changed out of my armor and put away my weapons, then hit the kitchen for a quick snack and a drink before coming back.
Picking up the green holocron, I settled down into the corner of my room I used for private meditation, resting on my deer skin rug. The holocron glowed brighter and levitated in my lap as I reached out to it with the Force—touching it and feeding it a trickle of power. It resounded back with… what felt eerily like a loading prompt, before I received a mental image and data.
Using a holocron, or at least this holocron since this was the first one I'd ever tried to use, was sort of like trying to use a computer with your brain. It responded to my thoughts and fed information back to me. At first, all I got was what amounted to a user interface. No documents, no information, no how-to manual. But a little probing with the light and dark sides of the Force individually and the balanced combined, 'pure Force' aspect of it convinced it to open up to me. And what I found there made my jaw drop.
The Syn Holocron contained a recorded copy of the journal of Sorzus Syn—a human woman and former Jedi, who had experimented with the dark side before being ousted, along with many others, from the Jedi order and exiled. It was basically the history of the conquering of the Sith race, and later the formation of the Sith Empire, as told by one who lived it.
That would have been an amazing find all on its own, really. Knowledge is power, and having direct word from one of the founding members of the Sith would have been an amazing boon in the Empire.
But no. No, it contained so much more.
Sorzus Sin had studied Force Alchemy on Tython and delved a little too deeply into the dark side in doing do, for which she was labeled a Dark Jedi. Shortly thereafter, the Second Great Schism occurred—where all those Jedi who practiced the dark side and alchemy were driven from the temples of the Jedi, according to her account. Following that was the Hundred-Year Darkness—when those Dark Jedi fought a war against the Jedi Order in a bid to overthrow them. During that time, Sorzus Syn was renowned as a 'summoner,' and created a whole bunch of fleshy monstrosities like that Leviathan we encountered guarding her tomb.
Following the Hundred-Year Darkness, Syn and the surviving Dark Jedi were put on a ship and exiled. They wound up on Korriban, where they enslaved the pureblood Sith. The Sith were already well-versed in Force alchemy and sorcery themselves. The former Jedi took that knowledge, combined it with their own, and created the first Sith Empire.
But Syn herself spent her time studying. Learning. Experimenting. She combined what she already knew of alchemy with what the Sith knew and made something better than either—both terrifying and amazing.
The woman was even responsible for hybridizing the Sith purebloods with humans and creating the first hybrids—those who, today, called themselves 'Sith purebloods' who in actuality were hybrids and looked far more human than their ancestors. Exal and those like her were basically the culmination of Syn's work on that front. All the best traits of the Sith race mixed with humanity.
This holocron contained everything Sorzus Syn knew about alchemy.
Elemental manipulation—not of the 'earth, wind, fire, and water' sort but as in the periodic table of elements; that is, the ability to change one thing into another by adding and subtracting protons, neutrons, and electrons. Metallurgy. Chemistry. Biology and biological manipulation. And that was just the stuff she learned as a Jedi. As a Sith, she had refined all of that and added new methods of doing everything, learning how to further strengthen metals and armor, create artificial kyber crystals for lightsabers, genetic engineering which she used to create the Sith hybrids, poisons and toxins, raising the dead both as zombies like those we had fought and true undead, even shapeshifting to the point of being able to disguise oneself as someone of another race.
She went on to make three great amulets—two for her 'allies' to turn them against each other, and a third for herself. One of those was responsible for creating yet another biological monstrosity, called the rakghoul, by mutating those without the Force into monsters. Both of the other two were made to be soul traps for her so-called allies, but she left her notes on everything involved in the sorcery of moving a soul from a body into a new vessel using the Force…
I practically drooled at the possibilities.
Sorzus Syn had been so… narrow-minded in her focus on biological monstrosities. Yeah, sure, being able to make Godzilla was great and all, but with everything else she knew there were so many other ways she could have gone with what she knew.
Off the top of my head, my first thought was towards making bio-mechanical androids—true androids, not the mechanical scrap buckets that were 'droids.' An army of Force using androids—because you had to be biological, or at least partly so, in order to use the Force.
YoRHa? What's that? Never heard of 'em.
Biological nanites were basically a terror plague in science fiction, but with the Force actively directing them and ensuring they didn't fuck up or turn on their host, then they could potentially be very useful.
Artificial organs to replace the squishy stuff with better squishy stuff. Or entirely new organs that were integrated with tech, or could add features. For instance, I really wanted to get ahold of some samples from a Zeltron now to add in pheromones and natural telempathy.
Or, better yet, combine all of those ideas into a cohesive whole. Or rather, two cohesive wholes.
The first? Clone bodies. Genetically engineered, cybernetically enhanced, alchemically strengthened and improved, nanomachines son havin' clone bodies that could be grown and physically stimulated into fighting shape that we could then transfer our consciousness into. Thousands. Kept in suspended animation indefinitely and hidden away in every corner of the galaxy. Ready, at a moment's notice, to step into the moment one body was too damaged or too old to go on. Actually, with bio-nanites and the right genetic modifications, alchemy, and sorcery it might just be possible to have individual bodies with lifespans in the thousands of years.
The second? That army of androids, with all of those enhancements.
My mind was made up. I could take a day or two to work on droids and drones later. After I learned the knowledge required to make them better by default, using alchemy. But first, I was going to try to cram as much about alchemy into my head as I could. I wanted that good shit and I wanted it now.
I lost myself in the depths of the Syn Holocron and the knowledge it contained, learning the basics of alchemy and how to manipulate the elements. The lessons here were meant to be learned in a specific order—one thing built on another, on another. And while it looked like I could start anywhere I wanted, I went ahead and stuck to the recommended reading for now.
From the basics, I learned how to tear apart and restructure any material using the force and combine it with others into a cohesive whole. How to take a lump of something like beskar and reshape it without the need for a forge, because the Force was my forge. How to analyze something, its molecular structure and properties, and make more of it by using samples of other base materials—essentially just copying materials as long as I had something to work with. How to impart this ability into machinery through sorcery, in order to create a machine that could take a sample and turn any material run through it into more of the sample, automatically, so long as it had power to run and materials to convert.
Ideas began to form of combining alchemy, sorcery, and technology to make micro-fabricators, smaller and more efficient than the one in Upto or that I planned to install in Doggo's new big brother. Something that could, perhaps, be installed into a human-frame android or an enhanced human.
I was pulled from my study by the smell of hot food and a warm hand resting on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I found Exal smiling down on me. She felt… satisfied. Happy, even. Like she had won some great victory.
"What's up?"
The woman sat down and brought two trays with her, along with cups of drinks. "What have you got there, apprentice?"
"Apparently, Sorzus Syn made a holocron. This is it. The life and times of Sorzus Syn, collected in journal form. Along with everything she knew about alchemy that she learned over her many years. It looks like something she intended to pass down to either family or a disciple, or maybe the Sith as a whole. If it says, I'm not there yet. Either way, it's definitely written in a way that suggests she wanted someone to pick it up and learn from it."
Exal nodded, picking up her fork and digging into her Space Mexican. The meat looked, smelled, and tasted like chicken. The seasonings were spicy and smelled and tasted like Mexican, for the most part. It was all wrapped in something that looked like a fluffy tortilla and covered in cheese, vegetables, and other toppings that one would see on most Mexican food—or at least Texican. Space Mexican was one of those weird, happy coincidences. I didn't know or want to know where the meat or cheese came from, as long as it tasted good.
"That's good, apprentice," she said, before covering her mouth to chew. "Learn all that you can. I will look over the information later, as it's something that definitely piques my interest, but for now I need to master the amulet and its secrets."
Looking up from my plate, I considered the beautiful woman across from me. After a moment of thought, I said, "I skimmed a bit in her journal, just because it seemed relevant. Syn made three amulets. Of those three, two of them were made into soul traps for her enemies. However, she knew all the sorcery required to turn something into a soul container—a vessel for the soul, as opposed to a trap. It's all there in her journal and the lessons in the holocron."
Reaching out, I took her free hand with mine. "You're strong and you're stubborn. We can beat your master, together."
She swallowed, hesitating for a moment as worry flitted through her emotions. "What are you suggesting, ap—Harry?"
"I'm not suggesting anything, I'm saying it outright. If there's a Force ghost in that thing, if Syn stuck her soul in it, she's going to want out and she's probably going to try to take over the first warm body she finds who's dumb enough to put the fucker on and weak enough to be unable to resist. You're not weak. If she's in there, and you don't believe you can beat her, then put it down. We'll space it if we have to. But we're not letting the old bitch ride around wearing your sexy body and face. I don't want you to be some ancient Sith's meat suit. There are so many ways that dealing with a Force ghost could go wrong, and most of them revolve around Syn betraying us, just as she did her two 'friends' from her days as a Jedi."
Exal frowned, but nodded. "I'll be careful." She hesitated, before adding, "I appreciate your concern."
I squeezed her hand. "You know I'm only saying the things you yourself already know and need to hear again."
The woman leaned forward and her lips met mine. "I know."
"Alright. In the meantime, don't wear it. Keep it in a locked box in a separate room when you're not using it. Don't meditate with it without telling me first."
"Is all that really necessary?"
I sent her a raised eyebrow. "Only if you don't want to become a meat suit. I can't make love to a meat suit."
Exal's golden eyes narrowed. "Then I suppose I should be careful."
"Probably."
She stared me down. Challenging. Demanding. Radiating desire in the Force. "Repeat what you said."
"Probably?" I sent her a grin.
"Before that."
"Don't know what you're talking about."
Exal picked up the trays with the Force and set them aside, before climbing into my lap. "No, I think you do. And I want to hear it again." Grabbing hold of my shirt, she pulled herself in and pressed her lips to mine. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."
"Fuck you until you can't think straight." She glared. "Put hearts in your eyes." I kissed her lips and she nipped at me. "Coitus." Kiss. "Put a baby in you." Exal growled quietly. "Make love—"
She smashed her lips into mine and pushed me down to the floor. "That's what I thought you said!"
I think I flipped her switch.
