"You want to go down on me," Yvie said to the Republic lieutenant. She had found an isolated bathroom in the Senate library and decided to make use of it. The bathroom even had fairly comfortable chair. She sat down and pushed down her slacks.
"I... I want to go... to go down on you," the human replied. He knelt down in front of her and began to work.
Yvie leaned back and sighed. "You're very good. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes," he said.
"It shows." She ran her fingers through his hair. "You must keep her very happy."
"Yes, Master Jedi," he said and continued working.
"Yvisnusiish," she told him.
"Yes, Master... Jedi."
She rolled her eyes and let him work. After a couple of climaxes, she said, "You can stop now."
"Yes, Master Jedi," he said with a nod.
"You want to forget all about this."
"I want to forget all about this," he said.
"You want to clean up and go back to work."
He nodded. "I want to clean up and go back to work."
She waited for him to leave then freshened up and followed him out. She returned to the Medical Center. Attros Finn and Pharen approached as soon as they saw her.
Attros said, "Was Lieutenant Danoo able to help you?"
"A little," Yvie replied. "Mostly I needed a break from the bickering."
"Of course, Master... Jedi."
"Yvisnusiish," Pharen whispered to him.
"Right," the Mirialan said. "Anyway, we have good news. Pharen has a lead on the second Noetikon."
"My sister works at the Silent Sun cantina," Pharen said. "She says the Black Sun has turned the cantina's back rooms into some secret warehouse. She said they're bringing in ancient tech. She thought she saw Jedi markings on them."
"Your sister knows Jedi markings?" Yvie asked.
Pharen shrugged. "Most people on Coruscant know the markings from the Temple, and smuggling Jedi artifacts is big business."
Yvie nodded. "Thank you, Pharen, and thank your sister. I'll shut down their operation and recover the artifacts. If they have the Noetikon, I'll get it from them."
"I'll give you directions to the Silent Sun cantina," Pharen said. "Please, be careful. Those Black Sun gangsters are vicious."
Yvie smiled. "I'm more vicious. Qyzen! Time to hunt."
Qyzen looked up from Master Yuon's bed and bared his teeth in a grin.
"Before you go," Attros said. "Senator Oranda has requested the help of any Jedi going to the Black Sun area. The Gree need help repairing the hydrosupply. It's likely the Black Sun are preventing repairs."
"Water pipes?" Yvie said.
"Yes," Attros said. "They supply fresh water to the entire area. They're very important."
"Oh. Sure. Water pipes. Okay, I'll talk to the Senator."
Pipes, Yvie thought as the taxi settled onto the landing pad. Pipes. She surveyed the open area beneath the platform. Black Sun thugs hid behind their barricades and fired on Coruscant Security, desperate to keep this dirty, half ruined block of buildings. And she had to fix their pipes. Some idiot took a shot at her, but she deflected it away and walked to the Lieutenant in charge.
"Master Jedi," he said. "Lieutenant Doorn, currently in charge of this shit-show. Please tell me you're here to help."
"I need to get to the Black Sun territory, Lieutenant. What happened here?"
"Someone supplied the Black Sun with new weapons," he told her. "They attacked a few days ago and captured the lower platform. They're trying to take the upper platform now. It's all we can do to hold them back."
"Any idea who gave them the weapons?" Yvie asked.
"No," Doorn said. "But, they're military grade. If they get the upper platform, we won't have a way to land troops. They'll capture two city blocks."
She surveyed the Black Sun troops, picking out the weakest points.
"What's that over there?" She pointed to more fighting opposite the main platform. Attackers stood in a doorway two barricades wide fired from behind a portable shield generator.
"Former medical center," Doorn said. "They took it a while ago."
"Then we take it back," Yvie said. "Or we'll never survive. Once we have that as a base, we can take back your platform."
"Yes, ma'am," Doorn said.
"Get your men ready," Yvie said. "And, Qyzen, time to score some points."
Qyzen grinned.
"Master Jedi," Doorn said, "This is Sergeant Stansun. He and his men are all I can spare, but they're the best I've got."
Yvie looked at the sergeant and the five officers behind him. Stern, professional, ready to fight. She liked them. This was going to be fun.
Yvie said, "Lieutenant, I'll take care of the men in the doorway, and you give us some cover fire on the way in."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
The elevators to the upper platform had been disabled, leaving only an access ramp to reach the lower level. Coruscant security held the ramp but nothing past it. Fortunately, the doorway was close to the end of the ramp. Yvie scanned the area, spotted some debris that would serve her purpose, and she and the others headed down. When they reached the bottom of the ramp, she signaled to Doorn, and the cover fire started. She threw a large piece of debris at the doorway, crushing the portable shield generator, and followed it with smaller pieces that cut through the defenders like shrapnel. Immediately, she ignited her saber, leapt over the defenses on the ramp and ran at the doorway, blocking blaster fire on the way. She jumped over the barricades and struck down any defenders still alive. Then, she turned down the hallway, blocking more blaster fire and throwing debris at the new attackers. She had them down by a third by the time Qyzen and the security team arrived to finish them off.
"Well done," she said to the men. "Now, let's gut this place."
They charged the Black Sun like they were a hundred strong. Yvie and Qyzen cut through anyone they saw, Qyzen grinning the whole time, and the security men fired on anyone that raised a weapon. Yvie felt as one with her lightsaber, more than she ever had in class, cutting through a strong enemy with ease. They captured or killed every Black Sun there and didn't lose a single man. And she didn't need to use it once. She pulled her saber from a battle droid, gasping but not from exhaustion. If she had the time, she'd give one of those security men a real thank-you. That was a pipe she'd be happy to clean.
Another contingent of security arrived while Stansun and his men were separating the wounded from the dead. The sergeant must have told Doorn they won.
"Did you see that Twi'lek Jedi cutting through people?" one of the new men said.
You got that right, Yvie thought.
"The one with the orange lightsaber?" the other man replied.
Oh. It figures.
Agenord and Teeseven entered the first room ready for a fight.
"Yvie, Qyzen, I thought it was you," Agenord said. "Did you capture the clinic?"
"We did," Yvie said.
Qyzen added, "We scored many points today."
"Good job," Agenord told him.
"Master Jedi," Stansun said to Agenord with a salute. "With two of you, we'll have no problem taking the lower platform."
"I already did that," Agenord said.
No shit, Yvie thought.
"Is the clinic operational?" Agenord continued.
"We believe so, sir," Stansun said.
"Excellent. Command will be sending medical droids. Yvie, what brings you to Black Sun territory?"
These were my men, Agenord.
"I'm recovering Jedi artifacts to help Master Yuon," she told him. "And I need to repair some pipes."
"Pipes?" he asked.
"Really important pipes."
"I believe you," Agenord said. "They wouldn't send you here for nothing. Sergeant, I think you have things under control. Doorn will send in more troops as needed. Yvie, we need to push past that first platform and set up a defense on the far side of the access ramp."
"Of course," she said. "And, Sergeant, I'd like to thank you and your men for your hard work."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
Once they were out of earshot, Agenord said, "Have you been using it?"
"Not for something like this," she replied.
"True, but how's the training?"
"Not easy," she said. "It's something that likes to work on its own, and street thugs really aren't a challenge for it."
"I'm sure things will get more challenging," he told her.
Not if you steal the best fights, she thought.
They met Doorn back on the lower platform, setting up a defensive line.
"Master Jedi," he said to them. "What else do you need?"
Agenord told him, "We need to punch through and get into Black Sun territory, and I want some of those weapon crates. I want SIS to look at them."
"It'll be tough holding anything past the bottleneck," Doorn said.
"You don't need to," Agenord said. "Grab the crates and pull back. Give us some cover fire to get past this line of troops and into the main tower. Once we're through, we're on our own."
"Yes, sir," Doorn said.
The Black Sun, still wary from Agenord's previous assault, put up a weak effort and retreated at the sight of two Jedi. They tried to take the weapons with them, but security managed to capture three cases. The Black Sun left combat droids to cover their escape, but Agenord and Yvie cut through them easily. Technically, they had the Black Sun platform cleared but didn't have the troops to hold it.
"Are you good?" Agenord asked Yvie.
"Of course," she said.
"I need to find someone before he runs again. I'll contact you if I need any help." And he took off.
Yvie shook her head. Was he ever not in a hurry?
She and Qyzen slashed their way through a few Black Sun stragglers and into the Coruscant Heights Apartments. Combat thinned after that. The Black Sun plan was to hold the landing platforms. They didn't have the numbers to watch an entire tower. Yvie and Qyzen reached the Silent Sun without much trouble. Two guards stood in front of a door to a back room.
Yvie rolled her eyes. No, nothing weird about that.
"Damn, you're hot for a Jedi," one of them said when she approached. "I got a hilt you could grab."
"No Jedi," the other guard said.
Yvie waved her hand, and their heads slammed back into the wall, knocking them out. She and Qyzen stepped over them into the back room. They found a doctor and two assistants cutting into a struggling patient.
"Hold him down!" the doctor said. He looked up. "I said no one back here while I'm- A Jedi?"
"What's going on?" Yvie asked.
"I'm trying to save his life! I have too many patients and not enough anesthetic. Unless you can help, get out of the way."
Yvie reached the patient, put her hands on his head, and said, "Sleep." His struggling weakened, his groans turned to whimpers, and his eyes fluttered shut. "He'll be out for an hour," she said.
The doctor thanked her and continued operating, eventually pulling a Jedi data disk from the patient's stomach. He snarled at it in disgust, threw it into a bin filled with more bloody artifacts, and started sewing up his patient.
"What's a Jedi doing here?" he said, still sewing.
Yvie said, "This gang has something I need."
"Those Black Sun thugs," he said. "They call me in to clean up a botched operation, and I find this! They're smuggling contraband offworld- old Jedi junk, data discs- inside people's bodies!"
"It's not junk," she said. "It's Jedi artifacts, and we need them."
"You can have them!" the doctor said. "Help me like you did before, and you can have all of it."
For the next two hours, she helped. Near the end, he pulled the Noetikon from one of the men and threw it toward the bin. Yvie stopped it in mid air and pulled it to her.
"I need this right away," she said. "I'll send someone else for the rest."
"If you can get past the Black Sun," he said.
"That's not a problem," she told him.
After the last of the artifacts was removed, he promised to keep them safe for her.
"Of course, Doctor Maer," Yvie said. "And tell the Black Sun that the Jedi are watching."
She cleaned off the Noetikon, found a secluded area and conversed with the ancient masters. They offered little help, but the "dark secrets" of the next Noetikon might be interesting.
On her way out of the cantina, she heard someone say, "Did you see that Twi'lek Jedi out there?"
Orange lightsaber again? she thought.
"The one with the huge tits?" his companion said.
Yeah. That's right. Best in the Order.
"I wouldn't mind being arrested by her," the first one said.
Arrest scenario, huh? That had possibilities. She felt pretty good about it, until she remembered the pipes. She and Qyzen were halfway there when Agenord called.
"Yvie, I have a situation," he said. "I need your help." He gave her his location.
"It must be dangerous indeed for him to request aid," Qyzen said.
She looked at him sideways. Thanks, Qyzen.
They found Agenord on a higher platform, deflecting blaster bolts from a sniper.
"Yvie, I need to get into that apartment," he said, nodding toward a room with shattered windows. "Make some time for me."
Yvie nodded and reached out with the Force. A cargo speeder sputtered and began to lose altitude. When it passed between the sniper and the apartment, Agenord jumped, caught the window, and swung inside. Yvie and Qyzen ducked behind a parked speeder, and Yvie searched for the sniper with her macrobinoculars. Teeseven joined them and whistled something excited. Yvie ignored him. She found the sniper and his spotter on a balcony. She reached out again, and a speeder droid lost control and scraped across the balcony. The sniper and spotter jumped back in shock, looked at each other, and ran for their speeder. Agenord jumped from the window and ran to Yvie.
"They're running," Yvie said.
"I saw," Agenord replied. "Teeseven, get into that room. Scan everything. Qyzen, guard him. I don't want anyone in that room who isn't SIS. Yvie, you're with me." He jumped into the speeder. "We need to get those snipers."
"The owner of the speeder?" Yvie asked, climbing in.
Agenord looked at the apartment. "He doesn't need it." He swung the speeder around and took off.
Agenord drove like a Force user, making sharp, impossible turns and missing other speeders by less than a meter. Even so, their target had large lead. In the Coruscant sky, that was a huge advantage.
"Can you do anything?" Agenord asked.
"I'm trying."
A large speeder swerved suddenly, cutting off the target, forcing him to brake and turn.
"We need them alive," Agenord said.
"It's not that precise."
Agenord nodded and took out his communicator.
"Agent Galen, I have the card. I'm in pursuit of two suspects, and I need backup."
"Understood," a voice replied.
More bad luck reduced the distance to the target. One of them started firing at the Jedi, but Yvie deflected the bolts.
"This is bad, Agenord," Yvie said. "If I use it too much-"
The target swerved again, into the path of a droid cargo speeder. Their engine detonated, and they plummeted in flames.
"You get bad luck to compensate?" Agenord asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll remember that."
He dove toward the ground and landed near the wreckage. The targets were dead, but he searched the speeder for anything useful. He identified the sniper's rifle, drew it out, and lowered it to the ground in front of him. He took out his holocommunicator, scanned the rifle, and waited for the SIS team to arrive.
When they landed, he told them, "No one touches it but you." The man in charge nodded, and the SIS team got to work. "Yvie," Agenord said. "You drive us back. I need to talk to someone."
Yvie climbed into the driver's seat, and they started back.
"You did the right thing," Agenord told her. "If you'd held back, they'd have gotten away. This way, we have something."
Exactly, she thought. Don't hold back.
"Cyr'rnin," Agenord said into his holocommunicator.
The trooper appeared and said, "Master Agenord."
Master Agenord? Yvie thought. Dial it back, Cyr'rnin.
"I need to talk to Sergeant Jorgan," Agenord said.
A Cathar's face appeared. "Master Jedi. How can I help?"
Agenord transmitted the rifle scan.
"Do you recognize this rifle?"
"Yes, sir," the Cathar said. "That's an X-115. It's a standard military rifle, mostly used by non-aligned systems."
"Does anyone in the Republic use it?"
"Yes, sir."
"What about the Empire?"
"Probably," the Cathar said.
"It sounds like a good choice to hide where you're from," Agenord said.
"Yes, sir," Jorgan said.
"The sniper took out three targets from a range of two kilometers."
"Did he have a spotter?" Jorgan asked.
"He did."
"Sounds like military training, sir."
"Good enough for the Deadeyes?" Agenord asked.
The Cathar shook his head. "Not on it's own, sir, but it'd get you a second look."
"Thank you, Sergeant," Agenord said and switched off. "What pipes?" he said after a moment.
She looked at him.
"You said something about pipes."
"Yeah," she said. "Someone is diverting fresh water."
"I heard about that."
Of course he did. "I'm working with the Gree to fix it. It's really important."
"That makes sense," he said. "They built Coruscant's infrastructure."
He would know that.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to stop someone from setting off a superweapon," he told her.
A fucking superweapon? No, that's not at all like pipes, is it? Really, fucking important pipes.
They landed at the platform, and told Qyzen he could let the SIS team into the apartment.
"Thank you, Qyzen," Agenord said. "Yvie, good job out there. Teeseven, we need to get back."
Was he ever not in a hurry?
"Herald?" Qyzen said. "Now we assist the Gree?"
"Yes," Yvie said. "The Black Sun are stealing fresh water. We can't have that." She looked in the direction of the tunnels. "Get ready to earn some points. We're going to fix the shit out of those pipes."
Hours later, she sat in her room, fresh from a shower. She smiled to herself. Not a single Black Sun left in those tunnels. Too bad about those kids, but they could find someplace else to live. She took out her newest Noetikon and activated it.
"Master Jedi?" Master Wole said.
"Yvisnusiish," she told him.
"Of course."
Yvie rolled her eyes.
"Have you found the Noetikon of Secrets?" Master Nomi asked.
"Not yet," Yvie said.
"How may we help?" Master Noab asked.
"Teach me power," Yvie replied.
"There are many paths to power," Master Nomi told her.
Yvie smiled. "Teach me all of them."