TATOOINE

Pierce groaned as he woke from a sound slumber, eyes opening to take in the sight of the dark haired woman pressing down into him, grinding and riding on his hard length. Jaesa Willsaam grinned as golden eyes peered down into his. Seeing him awake, she slammed hard down onto him, clenching her sex about him within her and giving a low deep growling groan of enjoyment.

"Fuck, Jaesa..." Pierce went to complain half-heartedly only to have it cut off as he hissed in pain as the woman dug her nails into his large pectoral muscles.

Pierce growled and grit his teeth even as his hands rose to grab and squeeze hard right back into Jaesa's firm breasts. His hands enveloped them, dug hard into warm soft tender flesh, and brought a cry from her lips. Jaesa bit her lip and grinned, driving herself onto Pierce's cock harder, faster, taking from him what she wanted.

"Jaesa." Pierce groaned, hips rising up to her matching her rhythm, hands sliding down her sides to grab at her hips, slamming her down forcefully onto his hard length again and again.

"Yes." Jaesa hissed in pleasure, golden eyes narrowing as she felt her pleasure rise and that pulse through Pierce's cock letting her know he was close. "Give it to me! I want it!"

Jaesa's eyes narrowed again, her focus shifting even as she kept moving on him. The force came to her, doing her will as it wrapped about Pierce's throat and squeezed. She felt that pulse from his cock, the hissed wheezing of his breath even as he arched and flooded his cum inside her. Jaesa tossed her head back with a howl and joined him, bathing his cock in her pleasure.

"Mmmmm. Now that was delicious." Jaesa said, keeping Pierce inside her but stilling, straddled and perched over him.

"Could have woken me up sooner." Pierce grinned as he caught his breath and glanced about.

The suns were low on the horizon he noted through the rooms window. The Tatooine sky was a dusky blue-pink that stained the sky and contrasted against the brown stone and sand. Above the SiltShift Cantina, the room was comfortable enough, and gave a nice view over the Imperial held city of Mos Isla. It was a good enough place for a getaway while Necrolis allowed it. Down time was in short supply and they had both wanted to make the most of the chance when it had come.

Jaesa had suggested it, though Pierce suspected it had been her choice from the start. Jaesa had already mentioned seeing who could kick about the most jawas, or go fight and kill the most tusken raiders. Pierce could have easily not done any of that and just stayed in bed enjoying Jaesa herself, but he knew the sith liked to indulge herself in many ways. And so they had come to the outer rim planet.

It seemed such a short time ago when Pierce had joined Necrolis's crew and run smack into his apprentice. It had not taken them long at all to wind up naked in his bunk. She was bold, brazen, and quite honestly horny as hell. Pierce had not come across someone who so utterly embraced and enjoyed their sexuality like Jaesa. It was a different type or relationship though. They were together but not exclusive. Perhaps one of these days, Pierce thought, he'd make her settle down with him. It was not likely to be anytime soon though, the trooper knew.

"So what's on the agenda?" Pierce asked as Jaesa slid off him, striding over to stare out the large window.

Naked and bathed in the fading light, Pierce had to admit she was striking to behold. Not to mention brazen, he thought and smiled to himself. Anyone out on the street if they were to look up was certain to get an eyeful. Nothing wrong at all with that, he thought. And if they didn't like seeing a young naked woman, well Pierce figured they could just go fuck a bantha and be done with it.

"I thought we might eat, then once night falls see if we can have some fun."

"By fun you mean go kill something?" Pierce laughed as he asked the obvious question.

"Of course! Should be able to find some Tusken Raiders don't you think?" Jaesa answered back before smirking at him. " Unless my fucking you just broke you and left you unable to be a man?"

"Oh, you wish!" Pierce growled back at her to which the sith just grinned.

Tormen Darklight had followed the group he had tagged earlier in the day in the Anchorhead Cantina, keeping a safe distance away as they had crossed the desert to Mos Isla. Heading into Imperial held parts of Tatooine was not quite what Tormen had wanted to do, but then he was not about to blink at a little danger after all he had faced.

At least I had time to get my gear, Tormen thought, happy to have been able to get his armoured flight jacket and gear. The dark red and black coloured gear made him a little harder to see now that night had fallen. If he was indeed going to walk smack into Imperial territory he knew he should dress for it.

The wind had picked up some and Tormen could only hope there was not a sand storm on the way. It had been bad enough as it was piloting a speeder over the dunes, staying well back out of sight of those he followed, and having small particles of sand pelting him. It had in fact not been that pleasant an experience.

Crouching down in an alley, the smuggler peered about the corner noting the men had spread out over the street that lead to the Mos Isla cantina. They were not heavily armed, but given the advantage of surprise, they should have been able to take their targets well enough. Of course, they were not counting on him at all. He shook his head at that thought. Come out to the outer rim, have a few laughs and relax, yeah I'm really on vacation!

Tormen shook off his musing and focused back on the moment. Instinct took over at that point, the smuggler falling back into habit. He checked his stores, then his blasters to ensure he was ready. He then peered back about the corner, the smooth black face of his helmet almost invisible in the dark. He noticed the men ducking down where they had hidden, three on either side of the street.

It was then Tormen clicked the night vision filter on his helmet display on. The street became clear as day, the green tinted filter brightening things to make it easier to see. Sure enough he could make out the men on either side of the street. Further on down, walking right towards the waiting ambush, Tormen could make out two figures.

One was a female, thin and short, wearing a hooded midriff bearing top and long skirt. Even at the distance, Tormen could easily spot the lightsaber hilt that hung and bounced with each step at the woman's hip. She was sith he knew, and that realization made Tormen quite uneasy. For a moment he even had a pang of sympathy for what he knew might well befall the ambushers. Tormen knew he didn't even mess with sith if he could help it, they were just too damn dangerous and without remorse.

The woman's companion was tall, broad shouldered and thick. Tormen had no issue seeing the heavy cannon strapped and carried on the man's back. The man's heavy armour marked him as a soldier, be it Imperial or bounty hunter, but it was definitely of a heavy variety. He would not be an easy mark either.

For a moment Tormen thought about just slipping away, but he knew he could not. He needed to know what was going on and what made these two special. Whatever was going on, it included Asha, and he owed her one. Tormen knew that was a debt he was going to pay back.

From his belt pocket, Tormen pulled out a flash grenade and crept out of the alley, moving down the street closer. Once he drew close enough, he slipped behind a storage crate along the side of a closed building and waited. He counted down to three under his breath before turning off the night vision setting to avoid blinding himself. All that was left was to rise and toss the grenade.

Pierce shook his head as he trudged up the hard dirt and sand packed street. It was quiet he had noted, but then with the sand people prowling out in the desert, few ventured out once the suns went down. Jaesa had been gloating their whole way back, having won their bet on who would kill more of the tusken raiders. One of these days you'll learn not to bet on death with her, Pierce thought to himself.

He was about to ask her about food when her hand shot out and grabbed his arm bringing them up short all of the sudden. He cast a questioning look at her, but she was not paying him any attention. The small hairs on the back of his neck began to rise as he knew she was attuning to the force about them. Something had caught her attention, something not good.

"We've got trouble." Jaesa hissed low and soft. " More nerfs to the slaughter."

Pierce was already unslinging his weapon from his shoulder when he heard Jaesa give a wild cry of delight, her lightsaber springing to life in a flash of yellow energy. Jaesa charged straight ahead reckless and eager as ever, and all Pierce could do was try and catch up. Swearing under his breath, he lowered his cannon even as he saw figures pop up, weapons drawn from under cover ahead of them. There was a flash of bright light and a yell from down the street beyond the attackers Pierce could see, and then the fight was upon them as blaster fire streaked through the night air.

"Heads up! Ambush!" Tormen hollered, blasters coming to bear even as the three men, one on either side of the street turned towards him.

The men were caught unaware and hesitated, the flash grenade blinding them. Tormen took no chances and let loose with both blasters, strafing over first the men on the left, then nailing another on the right. Diving and rolling up into a crouch, Tormen fired again, the man on the left taking two blasts in the chest and going down. The others managed to duck under cover firing at him, and at the two intended targets that were now converging on them. The attacker closest to Tormen on the right side dove for cover behind a low wall even as the smuggler fired a spray of shots in his direction. The man returned fire, shoving his blaster up over the wall firing indiscriminately and without aiming in his general direction.

Amateur, Tormen frowned even as he lobbed a thermite grenade against the base of the wall. The explosion tore a chunk out of the wall, throwing the hidden man back and leaving him to lie under smoking rubble. Glancing to the strangers, Tormen saw the flash and flare of a yellow two sided lightsaber come to life and heard screams. That was accompanied by the whomp and bright flash of the big man's cannon being fired, blasts lobbed on both sides of the street.

The fight lasted but a moment longer before the street fell into silence. Tormen stood and moved out of cover, lowering his blasters but not holstering them. He did not trust sith in general, and in this case not this particular sith or her companion. Putting them away to him could be the difference between life and death.

The two strangers moved closer before drawing up feet from him. The man had re-slung his weapon onto his back, but the sith still had her saber lit and in hand. Tormen could hear the low hum and crackle of the weapon, the yellow energy blade casting a pale light that did little to penetrate the woman's hood. She made quite the figure of death, he thought, beautiful and deadly.

Tormen heard a groan and then the scrabbling sound of rock moving. Glancing over, the smuggler watched as the would be killer crawled out from under the rubble of the wall where he had tossed the grenade. Groaning and pulling himself by his hands, scrabbling for purchase in the dirt, the man fought to rise, to get away. The smuggler walked over towards the man, as did the sith and her companion.

"Who hired the mandalorians? Who's behind this?" Tormen demanded, the faceless helmet peering down at the man as they stood over him.

"Go to hell!" The man spat back.

Before Tormen could ask anything more, there was a flash of yellow that speared down and through the man's back. The weapon burned into and through the man. The hole large and yet cauterizing at the same time. The ancient weapon of force users left no blood in its wake. The man gave a cry of pain that was choked off and died in his throat, as blood filled his mouth trickling out to stain the sand. Tormen stared at the sith woman incredulously.

"He wasn't a threat! What did you do that for?"

"You've got two seconds to explain, or you're dead." The woman hissed, golden eyes turning on Tormen, glowing and burning with a bloodlust he had never seen before, even in hardened sith warriors. The woman actually managed to scare him a little.

"I'd believe her. She tends to have a mean streak." The man added before shrugging as if to say, what do you want me to do?

Tormen cocked his head to one side studying both, before finally holstering his blasters. Keeping his weapons out was going to keep the pair on guard. In the end if the sith wanted to make it a fight, she'd likely be able to kill him given the numbers and firepower they had at their disposal. No point in antagonizing them, he thought, even if he disliked the frivolous killing. Add in that he had wanted answers, and it was damn hard to get them from a corpse, the whole thing left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I'm a friend. I overheard these guys talking about a bounty on you both, as well as a friend of mine." Tormen said, glancing about before continuing. "I want to know why they were after you, and after my friend."

"I wouldn't call you a friend, but you showed up at the right time." The man remarked, hand moving to touch the sith on the arm, and the woman gave him a look before shutting down her lightsaber. "Who are you?"

"Name's Tormen, just a spacer with a conscience I guess."

"I'm Pierce, this is Jaesa." Pierce nodded to Tormen before glancing about them as well. "We should get out of sight here and talk I think."

"Agreed." Tormen said back, following the two of them towards the cantina.

I hope you know what you are doing, Tormen thought to himself. One step then another was taken as the smuggler followed after Pierce and Jaesa, walking himself right into the mouth of the enemy.