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Chapter 17
"And where do you think you're going, master jedi?"
Mashallon had to will herself to not utter a curse, verbal or imagined. She turned to meet the owner of the voice: Commander Rylon. If she were honest with herself, his subtle attempts to thwart her investigation were stretching her patience.
"To the satellite control tower, commander. Just as I had informed you and as we agreed." The investigator replied as matter-of-fact-ly as possible.
"Without waiting for my men to accompany you?" Rylon deadpanned. "In this hellhole of a warzone?"
"You will find I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." The jedi retorted. "You seem awfully insistent on making sure I don't go. Or if I do, I'm not alone. Why is that?"
Rylon chuckled inwardly at Mashallon's attempts to rile him up. True to his assumptions, the woman had been grasping at straws the moment she stepped foot on Balmorra. Investigating the satellite control tower was a true first step towards uncovering evidence of his treachery.
Not that it mattered anyway by now.
"It wouldn't look good for the Republic and our Jedi allies if we let a prominent member of your order get herself killed without the proper precautions." The old soldier replied, calmly pulling out a holopad and handing it out towards her. "It doesn't matter anyway. Our recon teams have reported that the satellite control tower has been destroyed."
"What?!" A fragment of real emotion: shock, more specifically, graced Mashallon's features. Almost snatching away the holopad and seeing the installation site covered with craters and destroyed droids.
"The imperials assaulted it not long ago and destroyed the installation." Rylon nodded gravely. "Even if you go now, there'd be nothing left for you to investigate."
"The main tower is still intact." Mashallon noted. "There must be some remains of the database left behind. I cannot in good conscience just leave it like this."
Heh…. She took the bait. Hook, line and sinker.
Rylon folded his arms, visibly worried. "And risk getting captured or killed by the imps? The installation is no longer outside imperial jurisdiction. Ever since the artillery was destroyed the bucketheads have been expanding their territorial control in all directions. You'd basically be working behind enemy lines. If you want to go and get yourself killed, go ahead. But I'm not risking the lives of my men on the off chance you find a shred of evidence on this so-called spy."
Mashallon noted Rylon's visage. He seemed to really want her to stay away from the satellite control tower. Rylon was definitely hiding something. "Fine then. In that case I'll go alone. A smaller group will be less difficult to detect. The Force will be with me all the way."
With that said, the Jedi swung her shapely legs and sat on her bike before speeding off into the distance. A bike that was fitted with a tracking device.
If Rylon's assumptions were correct, his secret transmissions to Darth Baras had been successful and the database was already destroyed. Hopefully, she would be either be caught and subsequently killed by his fellow imperials. But that would still be slim chances at best.
Jedi were exceedingly annoying at surviving at the worst of times after all.
Within the confines of Quinn's living quarters, Aaric sat naked on the edge of a bed with Vette bent over his legs and her heart-shaped ass up in the air; now slightly purple in the area where the butt cheeks met.
*SLAP!*
"Ungh! I-I'm sorry, master!"
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry for touching your things!"
*SLAP!*
"AGH!"
"And you're not going to do that again are you?"
"NO!"
*SLAP!*
"OOoh!"
"Do you promise to run every idea you have by me first?"
"YES!"
*SLAP!*
"Augh!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Err… w-well, Yes? I guess?"
"Sounds like a definite 'no' to me."
*SLAP!*
"Oh crap!"
"Hn… you sound like you're in pain. But actually you're liking it aren't you?"
"I-it's painful…. B-but the way you do it… it feels good too for some reasoOohhh my gosh!"
Two digits inserted themselves into her now sopping wet pussy and twisted around inside her. Vette bit her bottom lip as she tried to keep a squeal from exiting her mouth.
A strong hand grabbed her jaw and puller her head up firmly. Aaric's said digits, now fully slobbered in her juices, presented themselves in her field of vision.
"Look at how wet you are." Aaric purred in her ear. "You like being punished. That's why you keep being mischievous. That's why you keep running your smart mouth off when no one's looking. You WANT it don't you?"
Vette could only stare at the liquid dripping off the tips of her master's fingers. For some reason she wanted to just lick them off like some domesticated hound.
Sure, she did register the question her master was asking. But assumed it was rhetorical. Internally she was still battling about whether or not she really did want it or was it just her body reacting this way. Aaric seemed to be adept at hitting her in the perfect spot with just the right strength to derive immense pleasure from her pain.
Aaric simply smirked. He didn't study anatomy during his sex-fuelled youth for nothing. Identifying bodily pleasure centres and personal kinks of his targets were his speciality after all.
"Never mind. You'll figure it out soon enough. Now for your reward…"
"R-reward?" The blue Twi'lek questioned.
"Stay still and accept it, Vette. You must be a little high strung from our missions as well. Just relax aaaannnndd…."
"But what are you going to-OH FUCK!" She screamed, eyes crossing as three digits inserted in her at this time.
He could feel her hymen stretching a little. Three fingers was her maximum right now without breaking it. He wanted to make sure it was broken only by his cock alone. That time would come when it was right.
For now, he had to be careful not to pump her too vigorously. One wrong movement and he could ruin one of his favourite guilty pleasures: Deflowering virgins.
As the Sith pumped his fingers in and out, Aaric pulled her head backwards until Vette was arching her back. It was a powerful feeling seeing her lolling tongue and slacked arms. His dominance over her was progressing well.
He was rock hard now, his throbbing cock leaning against her back and the slit of the glans spurting out precum in large globs on her skin. Each drop reflecting the lights overhead and giving it a Sapphire-like sheen.
Minutes passed. Aaric's open palm slapping the ass cheeks close to the tailbone each time he thrusted in. Her butt rippling at each contact. Her firm, supple breasts jiggling back and forth.
A ball of… something was building up within her; Vette couldn't put a finger on it. Not with her pleasure addled mind. But she knew it was getting bigger. Big enough to snap her out of her delirium.
"M-m-mashter… Sh-shomething is-s c-com-m-ming- HHRKK!"
The hand moved from her jaw to her throat and clamped down tight. It was just enough to let her breathe, but she still had to exert accessory muscles to do so. Her arms flailed a few seconds before her hands finally clung to her master's arm. Futilely trying to pry it off.
"That's it." Aaric hissed whilst increasing his pace. "Let go, now. Embrace the pleasure only I can give you!"
Vette could only wheeze and gag in response. The lack of oxygen to her brain was eliminating all thought. Leaving only her body's senses to overload it with pleasure. Her vaginal muscles quivered and clamped down on his invading digits.
The ball of pleasure was ballooning now. She was going to explode at this rate! Any time now… Almost there!
"NO!" Aaric roared, pulling out his digits and shocking Vette back to the world of the living. "You only cum when I say so! Understand?"
Vette's pleading eyes greeted Aaric's fiery ones. Even through her dazzled consciousness she still had the sense to nod.
"Good." Aaric whispered. "NOW CUM!"
The Sith simply slapped his palm on top of Vette's engorged labia clit and rubbed it hard. The action causing Vette to seize and throw her over the edge.
A slmost-silent high pitched scream emanated from her mouth as the Twi'lek arched her back even more so than Aaric could do to her. Toes curled and mouth frothed with bubbles of saliva. Her pussy squirted, hosing his palm with her juices as he continued to rub her privates to make her orgasm last as long as possible.
Soon, Vette's orgasm died down; Her seizure now reduced to mere twitches. Aaric slowly let go of his grip on her neck. The overflow of oxygen to her system rebooted her brain and her eyes returned form it's trip from the depths of her head.
The slave shifted to see her master looking over her with an neutral expression. Her vision drifted down to the massive schlong hanging over the small of her back.
"Y-you're hard." Vette whispered. "Do you… do you need me to… touch you? Make it feel better?"
Aaric chuckled. She seemed to be learning her place now. And he didn't even need to break her to do it.
"You're cute to offer. But you need to rest now." The Sith extended a hand and caressed Vette's cheek.
In one movement, he turned her over and carried her bridal-style onto an empty bunk bed before covering her with a blanket.
"I have something else to help me get the edge off for me." Aaric turned towards the door. "Sweet dreams."
"Yeah…yeah." Vette replied as tiredness dragged her eyelids shut. "Good… idea… Thank you… master."
*SLAP*
Pain shot through the pink Twi'lek's cheek as Yadira, the Jedi padawan prisoner, was jolted awake. Unable to rub her eyes, she blinked and squinted at the blurry figure in front of her until her vision became clear: revealing her captor's form towering above her.
In all his naked glory, no less.
"Finally." Aaric sighed. "I thought I would have to play with you while you were out of it. But now you're awake this'll be much more fun."
Yadira tried to turn away to no avail. The heady duty strap tying her head down to the torture table and allowing minimal movement. Her eyes instinctively darting to… whatever that massive thing was just below his waist at his crotch.
Her eyes widened in fear and morbid fascination. Her entire life at the Jedi temple there was no lesson about sex and anatomy other than how to disable or, the force forbid, kill her opponent. So to see the first and only male organ in her life stunned her so.
That… thing… is massive! By the force why is he naked? Is he...? No, No! it can't be!
Yadira's stunned silence turned to muffled gasps of air as she futilely tried to verbalise her thoughts. Though she was naïve, she wasn't stupid. There was a reason why the Sith would torture her by feeding her through a tube of which the tip looked a lot like his.
The only difference was that instead of smooth durasteel, Aaric's 'tube' was made of flesh. An angry purple red, pulsating, veiny mass that throbbed and jumped every other second; of which large globs transparent liquid secreted out of the slitted top with each throb.
"Time to test how well your feeding sessions have conditioned you." Aaric commented offhandedly, taking a bottle from behind the table and squirting a liquid gel which looked suspiciously like the one the mechanical phallus secreted before plunging itself into her throat and slathering it all over his lengthy shaft.
The Sith was in lust mode now. Two back to back missions had made him tense and he needed some release. Right now, Yadira was his test subject and he was going to wring it for all she was worth. He stepped over towards her head and knelt down to whisper in her hear.
"A word of advice: Just relax and go with the flow." The apprentice advised. "Or else you'll be really sore each time I do this."
A remote appeared in his hand and an audible 'click' was heard. The torture table whirred to life and Yadira started to panic and struggle against her restraints as the pink Twi'lek felt her head being pulled down and dropped. Now her vision was upside down and her captor's massive member was now pointing straight at her open mouth.
In this position her mouth, throat and oesophagus were not in the best alignment for maximum penetration.
"See this?" Aaric pointed to a black device that hung at the junction where the base of his rod and ballsack met. "It's a clicker. Now each time time your nose touches the button it'll be one second that I'll free you from your restraints. The more clicks, the more time you have free of your bonds. Now you can either cooperate and accept the rewards… or fight every inch of the way and have nothing, of which I'll enjoy immensely more. Your choice. I'll give you time until I'm done with you to think it over."
"Ugh….huh?" Was the only sound Yadira could make before her mouth was invaded by her captor's glans. "Hurrghoo!
"Aaahhh, yes. That's the feeling what I was waiting for." Aaric groaned in satisfaction. As expected of a virgin oral orifice, his head already filled almost the entirety of her mouth and forcing the twi'lek's tongue between her lower jaw and the underside of his glans.
Her efforts to wiggle her tongue into a position where she could try to push out the offending organ only served to pleasure him further.
"Looks like your feeding session's starting to pay off. Keep doing what you're doing, youngling. Tis' only the beginning after all."
Inch by inch, Aaric pushed the rest of his shaft deeper into her mouth. Yadira could only, jerk wildly against her restraints; reverberating muffled cries and screams as the glans pushed passed her tonsils and epiglottis. Her efforts only providing much needed vibrations through the tightness that pleasured Aaric even further.
The fact that her throat visibly distended was also thrilling.
A loud, forced 'GULP' could be heard the moment the member had inserted herself into her throat. Aaric moaned even louder as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
This was way better than he anticipated! The spasming of her body's natural reaction trying to push out the offending limb only made it much tighter. Yadira's captor inadvertently jerked his hips forward and Aaric simply followed through; grabbing Yadira by the skull and thrusting his entire length down into her oral cavity.
The 'click' that sounded off as her nose pressed against the button brought Yadira's sense back from her momentary shock. She could literally feel every bump, every vein, each and every inch throbbing in her throat. She couldn't breathe!
Wait! She could survive this. She just needed to think back to her feeding sessions. What would happen after the initial plunge? The phallus would begin to thrust in and out? Okay. So she just needed to take advantage of the gaps between thrusts to take in micro gasps of air. Any time now…
True to her thinking, Aaric gradually pulled back his member out to the halfway point. Allowing Yadira to take a much needed gasp of air before he plunged it back into her warm, inviting hole.
Aaric smirked at her lithe form. He could tell she was adapting and using techniques from her feeding sessions and apply them here. She had a small, slim body. Smaller than Vette's. Her breasts and ass were left much to be desired. So the only thing he could do was train her throat. Maybe even use her other holes if he were bored. But for now, her oesophagus would be his personal cock warmer.
He gradually increased his pace, but made sure the entire length was enveloped within her tight orifice each cycle. Minutes passed as the barracks only echoed yadira's gurgles, Aaric's grunts and the accompanying 'clicks' of the device attached to his shaft.
Meanwhile, Yadira's mind was going blank. How long could he keep going? Wasn't he affected by the Ysalamir's force negating effects? Who could have this much stamina?!
The Sith had finally released his hold on her head. Training the Twi'lek to take his cock was one thing. But training her body to enjoy being brutally throat-fucked added a whole new dimension altogether.
"Yes. Take it, Jedi slut." Aaric hissed. "You female Twi'lek's are made for this."
One hand cupped her modest B-cup breasts while the other reached out and made contact with her clit and labia; eliciting another squeal and another involuntary spasm. His hands already smeared with the lubricant, rubbed across her most private areas now bared for her captor to violate to his will.
He pinched her nipples, massaged her breasts, taking turns to touch each side. Fingers rubbed the entire length of the padawan's crotch and exposing her clitoris.
The lubricant also contained an aphrodisiac which boosted the target's sexual urges. So it was only a minute or two when the Twi'lek started to feel hot and bothered. This wasn't something she felt before. Was she enjoying it? Did she like it? It was making her feel too good!
A casual brush of Aaric's palm against her clit jolted a course of electricity through her spine. Her hips thrusted upwards reactively. How could she be enjoying this?!
"Just take it all in, Yadira. Accept the pleasure that comes with this dick of mine. Don't fight whatever it coming!"
Aaric's pace, both hand and member quickened now. The hand that was on her breast now switched back to her skull for better grip. He could feel the familiar tension inside his scrotum. Anytime now… he just needed to make sure the first step of his prisoner's downfall would be complete. He needed Yadira to cum as the same time he did.
The Twi'lek was experiencing too many new things at the same time. She could barely see with all the spit and precum mixture that was bubbling out of her mouth and slobbering all over her face. As much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't stop her hips from shivering and jumping skywards from Aaric's rough but effective ministrations.
She could feel something building up within her loins. Was this what this damned Sith was talking about? No! She had to fight it! She would not give in!
"Ungh! That's it. Give in to the pleasure, Padawan!" Aaric was jack hammering her throat at near-ridiculous speeds now. Yadira's pussy had start secreting its own juices to combine with Aaric's lubricant.
Her hips remained skywards now. She was shaking and spasming, eyes rolled into her back of her head as she desperately clung on to a thread of sanity.
No! Something is coming! I have to stop it! I won't fall! I won't-
"TAKE IT, BITCH!"
With a force-induced roar of triumph, Aaric jammed his cock into her throat and slapped his palm onto his pink Twi'lek's clit and jacking two fingers into her pussy with fingers curled. The sudden intrusion and push against her G-spot sent Yadira beyond the edge of no return.
Golf-sized balls slapped hard onto Twi'lek face. Twi'lek pussy spasmed and squirted a fountain of cum onto Aaric's hand. If Yadira was still conscious, she would have seen his large scrotum suddenly contract then expand. She would have felt each pulse of cum traveling through her throat via the bulges down his shaft.
The cycle repeated itself as mugful's of the Sith's batter was shot and deposited straight into her stomach.
Her belly distended as the earlier evening's feed combined with the dessert being forced in until it could hold no more. A mixture of cum and gruel pressured its way through between the walls of her throat and the invading dick.
White substance poured out of her mouth and nose, slobbering her entire face. An act of dominance over his second Twi'lek slave.
Even as Yadira came down from her forced orgasm and slumped back onto the torture table, Aaric remained at his place; still micro-thrusting and grinding his hips against the entrance of her mouth to get as much pleasure as he could.
He stayed there for at least a minute with his member still spurting his seed until it finally tapered off. He pulled out with a wet 'SCHLUCK!' and an audible, unconscious gasp as her body restarted itself with much needed air.
Damn… must have cum at least a gallon and I'm still leaking here.
True to his thoughts. His member was still throbbing and releasing smaller amount of his semen. Grinning foxily, he decided it shouldn't go to waste. So he stepped forward and jacked himself off a few times; smearing the final amounts of cum onto her now comatose face and body.
His work here was done. Yadira was now a step in a slowly steepening slide towards the dark side.
Hmm… Yadria Ban. 'Ban'… name sounds familiar. I'll probably have to check the archives when I have the time.
With that in mind, Aaric pressed the button for his torture machine to clean Yadira up while he returned to the bunk for some shut eye.
The next morning, both Vette and her Sith master were already up when Consolidation Corps troopers brought in the experimental generators that he acquired from the generator outpost. A thorough inspection showed that whatever system and fuel it was using to provide such an efficient and powerful output was way out of his league to understand fully.
Aaric had to get someone more academically inclined to analyse and even hope to reverse engineer it.
As if his prayer had been answered, his holocommunicator beeped. It was a signal that wasn't familiar to him. But it was undoubtedly in an imperial frequency. Activating it materialized a thin, balding man in an officer's garb. His uniform seemed slightly different from the traditional one.
"Ah! Lord Aaric, I presume? You don't know the relief it is to see you!" The man exasperated. "You are the answer to a problem that had gone from insulting me to threatening the Empire!"
Aaric deadpanned. "And you seem to have a very inflated idea of your importance to the Empire for a mere science officer."
"Oh! My apologies my lord. Where are my manners?" The older male flustered before straightening himself. "I am Gann Sakoal. I'm a senior science officer here at the Troida factory. Perhaps you've heard of my involvement in the Protactininan Bomber design?"
A science officer? Hmm… seems to be my lucky day.
"I can't say I have." Aaric shrugged nonchalantly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh well, no matter. It would only help you understand the sensitive nature of what I do, the secrets I'm privy to…" Sakoal rubbed his chin. "My foolishness may have allowed a top secret design for our blaster power system to fall into Republic hands."
The Sith folded his arms and huffed. "And you're admitting all of this to me… why?"
"Well, word has spread of your contributions to the Consolidation Corps." Sakoal explained. "And I thought that since I'm facing this problem, maybe you could help in exchange for a reward!"
"There goes our plan to keep our heads low, huh?" Vette quipped.
"The moment we involved ourselves with the Corps we were anything but." Aaric rolled his eyes. "But back to you, officer Sakoal. Please explain what is it you need."
"My father once warned me. He said: 'A pretty girl can do more damage with a smile than a Sith with a lightsaber!'." Sakoal yapped. "But let me be direct. I am not the traitor. My wife is the one who betrayed first me, then our Empire."
Aaric sighed. Intervening in an imperial's marriage affairs was a new low for him. But if he wanted Sakoal's expertise, he would have to entertain the old man for now. "That's quite a story, Officer Sakoal. Are you sure it's not simply more than a little lapse in judgement when choosing your wife?"
"Well… some say love is blind after all." The science officer whinged. "I don't know if Kelara did this out of malice or boredom. I shouldn't have brought her here. I finally thought I had made her happy… But no. She found her own… entertainment. His name is Harez Bant. He's a thug; clears the trash at the cantina in Sobrik."
"Imperial intelligence believes he's a spy." He huffed. "And I am certain beyond doubt that he's the one who had the design plans that disappeared from my bedroom drawer!"
Both the apprentice and slave stared at the man incredulously, effectively gobsmacked. But only Aaric could retort in this situation.
"Why did you have secret plans hidden in your bedroom drawer in the first place?!" The Sith growled. "Basic information security, Officer Sakoal! You should know better! Your wife may have been unfaithful and let in a suspected spy into your bedroom, but YOU are the single point of failure in all this! If you kept the plans safe inside your databanks this wouldn't have happened in the first place!"
Sakoal was sweating bullets now, visible even through the holo. "W-w-well I guess you have a p-point. But-But there wasn't any time to keep it properly! I had been trying out this new pill that would make me more uh…. vigorous in bed and I wanted to try it out with my wife before the effects wore off! Fat lot of good that did…"
"Enough! I will help you recover the plans. But in return I will have you do me a favour. First, tell me where Harez Bant is. Second, come to Sobrik immediately and look for me at Lieutenant Quinn's barracks. I'll meet you here and tell you more once I'm done."
A visage of relief crossed the old man's face as he bowed. "Of course! Anything, my lord! Harez Bant should be at the cantina now. I will gladly do whatever you ask of me to the best of my abilities should you dispose of this refuse! Then I will deal with my wife."
Aaric cut the transmission and pocketed the holocommunicator while striding towards the barracks entrance. "C'mon Vette. We're going to the cantina."
"Woohoo! Finally!" Vette cheered. "I was wondering when we would get a good drink."
Aaric chuckled. Nothing unwinded one better than a night of undisturbed rest after a good orgasm. "Only a pint. No hard liquor. Got it?"
"Yes sir!" The Twi'lek snapped into a mock salute. "Nothing beats watching a good show with a mug in hand."
"I doubt five seconds would even be considered a show. But whatever floats your boat."
"Greetings, sir. What can I offer to wet your throat and bring a smile to your lips?" A obese, dark skinned man greeted the pair as they approached the bar of the Sunken Sarlacc cantina and helped themselves to the chairs.
"Two mugs of your best." Aaric replied. "Then tell me where I can find Harez Bant."
"Two mugs of Andoan Ale, comin' right up." The bartended acknowledged, grabbing two mugs and filling them up from the tap. "Men were looking for him yesterday, too. Imperial Intelligence. Whatever he did, I don't want to know. Here, enjoy."
Two mugs slid across the bartop and came to a stop on the pair's open palms. Vette took a sip and sighed as the familiar buzz of alcohol wet her throat for the first time in a long while since her incarceration on Korriban.
"Oh yeah, this is good stuff." Vette exclaimed.
"Passable. I doubt this is his best." Aaric eyed the bubbling blue beverage. "There's always a secret stash somewhere."
"Harez! Leave the girls alone and get over here. Someone wants you." The bartender hollered over to a table behind him.
The dynamic duo leant back to observe three women gathered around a tall, lanky young man by the table. Vette thought he had the scrappy, rugged look that probably would interest the occasional bored woman looking for a quick lay. But in her books? Nothing special.
Harez noted the pair's gazes on him and muttered a quick promise of return before calmly, almost nonchalantly, walking over to where they were. "And what does such a respected Sith want with Harez Bant?"
"Referring to yourself in third person? Now I've seen everything." Aaric muttered as he rolled his eyes. "Funny, anyone else who noticed I was Sith would shit themselves or try to run away."
"Well, I have to look good for the ladies." Harez chuckled. "And I doubt I'll be able to get even ten feet away from a force user like you."
"Smart man." A devilish smile graced the apprentice's lips. "Word has it you're something of ladies' man? A good friend of mine referred me to you."
"Oh? And does my lord require my wisdom in getting in good with the ladies?" The supposed cantina trash boy flicked his eyes towards Vette, seemingly scanning her luscious figure; much to Vette's visible disgust. "Seems like you already have one hottie with you. I guess being tall, strong and influential is one thing. Being a smooth talker is another."
Aaric shrugged. "Is it now? Then I'd like your help bagging this lady named Kelara Sakoal. Know her?"
"Know her?! Ha! I've fucked her already!" Harez exclaimed amusedly. "Good looker that one. Huge melons. Small waist. Big, firm ass. Not much between the ears, though."
"Oh really?" Aaric leant forwards. "Tell me more of this."
Harez simply waved Aaric off. "Nah. Honestly, she was an easy lay. You already look good enough for her to latch on to you like a Ysalamir to an Olbio tree. Let me know if you've got a better catch."
He started to leave, which irked Aaric to no end. No one turned their back to a Sith. But he had to get his hands on Harez without alerting anyone.
"Then you won't mind if I pay for your drink?" He called out. Causing Harez to stop and turn his head back with a quirked brow. "I'd like to learn all I can from you. Let's talk privately. Wouldn't want every male in Sobrik to be banging girls left right centre, won't we? Otherwise there wouldn't be any left for us."
Harez put on a thinking pose. He knew imperial intelligence agents were looking for him. That was why he hid. Other than his status, he seemed to be like any other patron of the cantina. He probably wasn't related to them at all. Furthermore, he could then score more pussy by claiming he was best buds with a Sith!
"Sure, as long as you're paying."
Got you! Aaric grinned. "Bartender! A bottle of your best. And I mean your REAL best. Not this swill you're giving out to everyone else. And a private room please, for me and Mister Bant."
A credit chip was tossed over and caught by the barkeep. His eyes bulging at the amount displayed on it. He quickly went into 'VIP' mode and gestured towards an empty cubicle. "Anything for you, Sir! Please have this room, and my one and only bottle of Merenzane Gold. Enjoy!"
The trio entered the room. Once the doors slammed shut, Aaric did a quick scan of the room for any recording devices. Finding none, he pounced.
"Okay. Let's start with- HRK!" An unseen force gripped Harez' windpipe and began crushing it while his feet left the ground.
"You're awfully gullible, Harez Bant." Aaric growled, pulling his would-be victim closer. "I know you've stolen datadiscs containing top secret information while you were banging the Sakoal girl. Where are they?
Harez continued to hack and gurgle while pointing at his back pocket furiously for his life.
"Vette?"
"On it!"
The Twi'lek dipped her hand inside and pulled out the one and only datadisc. Once She was back by her master's side, Aaric let the man drop unceremoniously on the floor to cough his lungs out.
"Good. Now… any last words for Harez Bant: Republic Spy and womanizer extraordinaire?"
"Wait! *koff* *koff* Wait! Yes, I stole them from the Sakoal girl!" Harez pleaded desperately. "*koff* But I didn't know what was on it, I swear!"
"Doesn't change the fact that you stole them." Aaric deadpanned. "You should've just stuck to scoring free passes to loose vaginas. Oh, how the pitiful Harez Bant's life was ended! Being choked to death by the Force instead of between the thighs of some fat female hutt!"
"Err… hutt's don't have thighs?" Vette corrected.
"Yes, I know." Aaric groaned. "You can't blame me if I can't improvise on the spot very well."
"Heh! Still funny though!" Vette replied before taking a quick swig from the bottle. "Woo! Holy crap this Merenzaney stuff hits the spot! Aaaaand I'm just gonna turn away before I puke all over the floor from seeing you kill him."
"Good choice. Now… back to you, Mister bant. Where were we?"
"Wait-wait-wait-no-" *KRICK*
The pair returned to Quinn's barracks to see the familiar face of Gann Sakoal sitting on the table patiently waiting for him. The moment he saw them, he quickly stood and bowed to the approaching Sith.
"Ah! Lord Aaric. It is a pleasure to see you in person." The Science Officer greeted. "You look satisfied. I hope it's because the wretched spy who stole my blaster designs lies dead on his own floor."
"Of course." Aaric acknowleged. "Harez Bant won't be womanizing any more science officer spouses any longer."
"Thank the stars!" Gann exclaimed. "But what of Kelara? Did you question him as to her role in this… affair?"
Aaric and Vetter were both nonplussed. The Sith folded his arms and gave the elder man a deadpan stare. "Wow… You'd think that stopping the spy outranked saving your marriage. I wonder how you prioritise things Mister Sakoal."
The husband could only shrug. "True. Though with no proof to the contrary, I must assume Kelara is also guilty of espionage. Perhaps if you haven't tired of my sordid tale, perhaps you could undertake one more task?"
The Sith huffed. The things he did for the sake of the Empire! "In that case I'd better have myself cash in on that favour. You owe me big time, imperial."
"Of course! You will have the best of my abilities at your disposal." Gann beamed and bowed once more. "This is a little more… sensitive than dealing with Harez Bant. You see, if the authorities learned of Kelara's folly, it would ruin the good name of this office, shut us down for months of investigation. All the while, the resistance would be gaining strength."
A quirked brow graced Aaric's features. "I assume you want something done with Kelara?"
The older man sighed. As if already resigned to fate. "The penalty for aiding a spy is death. Kelara deserves no less. I have been… considering how best to end this disaster. It should be quiet, quick. Something that can be blamed on the rebels, no questions asked."
The apprentice pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming just from thinking about the sheer audacity and ridiculousness of Gann's request.
"Let me get this straight… you want to kill your wife, who by no fault of her own other than her own boredom and probably your lack of romantic affection and excitement, looked to find other men for comfort and slept with a suspected spy of which she couldn't possibly know about, and now you want to brand her traitor and be killed so as to preserve the 'good name' of your office?"
"Yes! Exactly!" The Science Officer replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.
Aaric closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't exactly refuse since he needed the Science Officer's help. "Good grief, man. You give all of us a bad name. All right then, I'll see what I can do after I meet her."
"Thank you! Let me call Kelara. I will tell her you are to escort her to my colleague Garboza at the Markaran outpost. The route has many isolated spots, suitable for resistance ambush."
Gann retrieved a holocommunicator from his pocket and activated it. Almost immediately a holo of a very tall and voluptuous woman greeted Aaric's sights.
"Good to see you, my love!" Gann greeted. "Enjoying the sights in Sobrik?"
"Nothing much to see other than craters and smoke, my dear." Kelara yawned. "I'm still here at our quarters."
The apprentice was pleasantly surprised to see such a sight before him. It was exactly as the now-dead Harez Bant had reported. Kelara Sakoal had a huge rack. Easily D-cups from the look of them. And when she turned around to greet her husband, he had a good look of her large but toned bum.
If this was what she looked like in a holo, he couldn't wait to meet her in person.
"Well, it seems my workplace is being moved from the Troida factory to another venue. I've requested for you to be escorted by a bodyguard and this is him." The husband exclaimed, motioning towards Aaric. "My lord, Garboza asked me to thank you for your assistance at such short notice."
A smile graced Aaric's lips. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Likewise, my lord." Kelara replied as she bowed. Though respectiful, the Sith could tell that Kelara was one extremely bored wife.
"You may meet him at the transit point now. Wait for him there." Gann instructed.
"I love you too." Kelara sighed before cutting off the channel.
"That's it." The soon to be widower nodded. "Go then. When you find yourselves alone, you can put an end to her treason… and my marriage. Just be… kind about it. I loved her once."
"Like I said. I'll see how best to deal with her." Aaric motioned Gann towards the four generators now sitting at one corner of the barracks. "Now as for my favour, I need you to take a look at this."
"I have some engineering knowledge, but this is outside the scope of my abilities." The apprentice explained. "These are generators which I confiscated from a resistance outpost. It looks experimental. They were used to power the resistance artillery that had recently been pounding away at Sobrik. They seem to provide high power efficiency and output with very little or harmless waste products."
The elder man stepped closer and examined the exterior. "I see… yes. From the outset they do look highly advanced. I assume you want me to analyse it and possibly reverse engineer it?"
"Yes. Any findings that are useable to benefit the Empire you can take all the credit. In return, I want your office to produce experimental equipment for me. Sounds fair?"
"Of course. I'll relay my preliminary findings to you when you're done dealing with my wife."
Master and slave left Sobrik on foot towards the Troida factory. It was now safe enough since the defensive perimeter had expanded significantly and the threat of an attack within was near negligible.
Not that Sakoal's wife would know. If Harez insinuating her lack of intelligence was true.
They reached a small tentage where a junior officer was waiting for him.
"Ah, milord." The officer bowed. "You must be here for Officer Sakoal's wife. He said to expect you. One moment, please."
Said officer rounded a corner and then returned after a couple of minutes with Kelara following close behind.
Aaric had to stop himself from visibly reacting in any way possible. As he suspected, Officer Sakoal's wife was a bombshell of a babe compared to the holo!
He could visually confirm that he was staring at D-cups bordering on Double-Ds. Her tight bodysuit formed around and accentuated her assets; lifting them up and pointing the obvious protruding nipples towards him.
Kelara's body was what Aaric would describe as 'thick'. She wasn't slim like Vette or a perfect hour-glass like Quinn. She had wide shoulders, comparatively slim waist and child-bearing hips; Still voluptuous and sexy as hell in his books.
Shifting his vision to her facial features, she had dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun in addition to Dark eyeliner and lip-gloss. If looks could kill, she would have melted any lesser man.
"Greetings my lord. A pleasure to meet you in person." The Sakoal missus curtsied. "Pardon me, but I must say… have an even more enigmatic presence than through the holo, earlier."
"As do you Mrs. Sakoal." Aaric grinned flirtatiously in response. "So I'm pretty sure that makes us even."
Aaric gestured the officer to leave, who did so promptly.
"I guess it does." Kelara purred, stepping towards the Sith until their bosoms were mere inches apart. "Gann doesn't usually go out of his way to see me protected. Like, is this going to be so dangerous? I can't remember the last time he voluntarily let me spend time with a man who wasn't stodgy or senile."
Ugh… what slut. Vette deadpanned. But couldn't intervene lest she incurred Aaric's wrath. The Twi'lek wondered if all these women were going to somehow backfire on him one day.
Although the apprentice could appreciate a highly attractive woman coming on to him, he was level headed enough to know that Kelara was simply doing this out of sexual frustration and boredom. He was pretty sure any woman who was married to an old, senile, reproductively barren man would feel the same.
A pity she had to die though. It would be such a waste.
"Well I'm sure this time your safety outranks having to leave you in the hands of a powerful, influential Sith." Aaric replied, while obviously drinking up the sight of Kelara's bod,. "I must say, Gann is a very lucky man to have someone as young as you."
"You flatter me, my lord." Mrs. Sakoal sighed, purposefully stretching and twisting her body in an attempt to give Aaric a show. "While I do appreciate him bringing me all this way with him, it's just so boring here! All these curfews and checkpoints… Seriously, who lives in a place like this?"
Aaric chuckled inwardly. The woman was trying to charm her way into his pants, and who was he to say 'no' to the show being put up right in front of him? She was definitely asking for it going by the way she wiggled her derriere close to his crotch. If he decided to let go of his monumental self-control he would have more than willingly fucked her on to spot right there and then.
"I'm pretty sure no one wants to live in a place like this. It's not like they can control when and who invades their planet." The Sith-turned-bodyguard shrugged. "But enough about Balmorra, let us walk and talk shall we? You seem to be in very good shape. You work out a lot?"
"I used to be a model for the ministry of propaganda back when I had longer hair." Kelara explained as the trio started to stroll towards their destination. Taking out a datapad, she tapped it a few times and passed it to the Sith. "See that? That was one of my first holo-shoots as official pin-up girl to provide… motivation for the men."
"Hn… I can definitely see why." The apprentice whistled. It was Kelara posing sultrily with the standard trooper armour on; minus a few segments along the bum, midriff and chest area which left nothing to the imagination. And she was wearing trooper armour-inspired high heels?
Mrs Sakoal sighed. "Yup. I had a good run for a few years. It was during a social event for Imperial elites that I first bumped into Gann. I was a special guest there and… I guess Gann took a liking to me."
So… she's a trophy wife. Aaric thought. A little young, though. She must be… what? At least in her early twenties?
"I agreed to marry him just a few weeks in after knowing him. I'm an orphan so there wasn't any parental, consent or legal issues. Plus, I didn't want to be thrown back down to an infantry barracks once the ministry was done with my usefulness… to me the marriage offered a convenient escape from the front lines."
"Would be a waste to send such a fine specimen such as you." Aaric commented.
"Gann managed to pull some strings. I got a straight promotion from Private to Ensign. Wherever he goes, I go as part of his office. Officially I'm assigned as his secretary… not like he needs one."
"But anyway, to answer your question: I had a lot of free time after I married Gann so why shouldn't I maintain the very figure that my husband fell for in the first place? My daily workouts ensure I maintain my great body for Gann to see at the end of each and every day! If only he comes back to his actual bed once in a while…"
"And the results are definitely worth it, that's for sure." Aaric made no effort to hide the fact that he was lagging behind a little just so he could see those swaying hips. "I'm guessing he doesn't give you the attention or shall I say… the excitement you need in life?"
"Please.I'm just getting into the prime years of my life while Gann's pushing over sixty." Kelara scoffed. "Even when he does come back to our quarters he's always too tired to get it up! Plus he's so absorbed in his work, yet so insecure that he always keeps me on a short leash! If he just left me at Dromund Kaas at least I can continue going to parties and other social events. You couldn't even think up the kind of gossip that goes around Imperial top circles."
"Is it now?" Aaric raised a brow. Ideas starting to form in his head. "Very interesting. We should talk again."
"I would if I could." Kelara groaned. "But you know… after this I'd probably not see another fine specimen like you. You don't look too bad yourself, to be honest. Plus for a Sith you're quite the conversationalist compared to what I've heard about your compatriots. No offence."
They were reaching what seemed to be an abandoned monitoring station situated inside a tentage. If all went well, he would have another pawn to play with. Aaric stopped right in front of the flaps and the pair of females did the same.
Vette gave Aaric a quizzical look, which he silenced with a tiny glare.
"None taken, Mrs Sakoal." Aaric chuckled. "It's true that a majority of my fellow Sith plying the front lines are a little more… direct in their mannerisms. I at least try to uphold some sense of gentlemanliness."
"I can definitely see that." Kelara purred, stepping closer and tracing circles on her bodyguard's chest. "Since you're here with me, you wouldn't mind continuing to be my escort for a little while longer?"
"Hn." Aaric smirked. "I'm sure we can work something out. Let's stop here for now. Vette! Stand guard outside."
Vette crossed her arms and huffed. "Sure. Whatever."
The apprentice led Kelara by the hand and pulled her through the flaps of the abandoned tentage. Once through, Aaric strode over to the console to make sure there were no recording devices around.
"Oh my, Lord Aaric." Kelara whispered huskily into Aaric's ear while hugging him from behind. "You like doing it in the great outdoors?"
"That and more." The Sith gently pried the arms belonging to the Sakoal missus away. "But first, now that we have some privacy we need to talk. Take a seat."
"My lord… What are you doing?" Kelara looked around with a confused smile. "Is this some kind of roleplay?"
"My dear, I have no qualms giving you what you want right here and now." Aaric leaned forwards, growling huskily. It was almost enough to make Kelara shiver. "But circumstances have put you in a perilous position."
"Perilous?" Kelara repeated, now alarmed. "Whatever do you mean, my lord?"
Now that she was in a more serious mood, the sexual tension was broken and Aaric sighed.
"I'll just give you a summary: You slept with Harez Bant and your husband knows about it. Harez stole some datadiscs that Gann kept in the bedside drawer that had secret military documents on it either during or after your horizontal dance. Harez has suspected ties to the resistance. Thus, your husband believes you were complicit of treason by allowing Harez into your bedroom in the first place."
"Good news:" Aaric continued before Kelara could interrupt. "I managed to retrieve the datadiscs and Harez has been dealt with promptly. Bad news: Gann still wants you killed discreetly and covered up as a resistance ambush so that any investigation won't lead back to him."
Aaric swore he could hear the gears turn in Kelara's mind for a few seconds before she responded. "What?! Gann wants you to kill me? I-I… are you going to?"
"Well, I did give Mr. Sakoal an earful for leaving behind physical secret documents in his bedside drawer in the first place, if that makes you feel better." The Sith reasoned. "That should explain my view on the matter. I'd rather not kill you for something you didn't intend to do and of which you weren't the point of failure for."
"Oh my… All because of Harez?" Kelara was feeling faint now with the bombardment of information flooding her head. "Fine! Yes, I slept with the slime… and do you think he bothered to call after?! The guy told me he was a pilot! First time I've gotten a real young man in a very long while and he just went 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' on me!"
"Just… just tell Gann that Harez is a jerk, and I've broken it off. If my own husband had the guts, he would ask me himself! Look, can't you just talk to him or something? He… he wouldn't really have me killed for this, would he?"
"His mind seems set in having you killed just to cover up his wrinkly old arse." Aaric calmly explained. "As much as I'd like to implicate him for obscene lack of data security I need his skills and knowledge for a personal project of mine."
Kelara's thoughts sunk to the worst possible outcome. "Then… I'm really going to die am I?"
A hint of a grin tugged on the Sith's lips. "No. Not exactly."
Kelara was once again befuddled. "What do you mean?"
"The fact that we're here means whatever happens stays between the two of us."
"Three, you mean?" Vette piped up, poking her head through the flaps.
"Stay outside, Vette, will you? Good grief." Aaric groaned. "Anyway, here's what's going to happen: I report to Gann that you're dead. In the meantime, I'll allow you access to my ship docked at Sobrik spaceport and see if we can't craft a new identity for you. You shall serve me as part of my… retinue."
"S-serve you? You mean… leaving Gann behind? My entire life?" The wheels began to turn as Kelara slowly accepted her fate. "But I can't offer anything. I can't fight or pilot a ship or…"
Then Kelara had an epiphany. And everything made sense to her. "Oh. You just want me for my body isn't it?"
Aaric chuckled. "I have to admit that's half the reason. Mainly I need someone to take care of my residence back in Dromund Kaas. As part of my retinue I'll make sure you'll be placed in a position that lets you attend social events even higher than Sakoal can even dream of attending. You'll be my eyes and ears in Imperial gossip, and in turn… politics. You look like a smart girl. Surely you know where this is going."
"I see. I guess that's better than death or enslavement… Gann's just an insecure bastard anyway." Kelara stood up and curtsied once again. "Thank you for your generosity, my lord. I will serve you in any capacity you desire."
A triumphant smile graced the Sith's expression. He stood up, towering over the woman, and gently cupped her cheek; raising it so their eyes met. A jolt of electricity shot up down her spine and stirred something within her loins.
"Yes, Kelara. As I desire." He whispered. "From the moment I report you as 'KIA' your identity will be archived and wiped from the active imperial roster. You are my property in all but name. As long as you follow my commands and fulfil your duties loyally, I will make sure you will want for nothing."
"Your wish is my command, my lord." Kelara replied gazing into her new owner's golden irises.
"Make your way to my ship now." Aaric instructed. "My personal droid, 2V-R8 will be there to welcome you. Take as much time as you need to adjust yourself to your new role and environs. Do not leave my ship for any reason. We don't want Gann recognising you and starting the entire shebang all over again. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, my lord."
"Now go."
Kelara didn't need to be told twice. She quickly exited the tentage with Aaric following close behind. As he watched the bouncing bum trail further and further away, a short 'Ahem!' piped from his side.
"Oh! Vette, I didn't see you there." Aaric turned in mock surprise. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Hardy, har, har. Very funny, Aaric." Vette rolled her eyes. "Not surprised that you took her in. She might be a doll, but even so, she really didn't deserve that asshole of a hubby. How ni-"
"If you're going to mention about how kind or compassionate I am," Aaric interrupted. "you'll be getting another spanking you hear me? Even a trophy wife has her uses. Having constant updates on the Empire's political situation and digging up dirt on high ranking Sith and Imperials will ensure we have cards to play when the time is right."
Meh. Not paid to think so much. Vette shrugged. "Of course. Whatever you say!"
After waiting a short while more, the pair returned to Quinn's barracks to see Officer Sakoal busy tinkering with two of the generators.
"Ah, you've returned!" Gann exclaimed as he wiped the grease off his hands with a rag. "I assume Kelara has been… dealt with?"
"That's right." Aaric answered curtly. "You'll never bother with her ever again. Let's move on… Your preliminary analysis, please?"
"Right, yes." Gann continued without skipping a beat over his apparently dead wife. "This is what I have gathered so far: I've opened up two of your four generators and the mechanisms of which the power source is converted into energy is indeed state-of-the-art, but nothing that my office cannot reverse engineer and replicate given enough time."
"The interesting part is that both generators have two very different mechanisms for two very different types of fuel. As I mentioned earlier, the mechanisms can be reverse engineered. It's acquiring the power sources that is the problem."
"You see, both of them are very different forms of which would be extremely difficult to find in the galaxy or produce on our own. One of it is a stable form of radioactive, fifth known isotopic variation of illerium; A substance normally found in neutron stars. The other is an irradiated form of blasted and pressurized organic matter possibly carbon dating back from a mere couple of hundred years ago."
"I've taken samples of them for my own analysis and see if we can't learn more from it over time. The remaining amount has been deposited into the other two generators to do as you will. What I can gather so far is this: Even a tiny amount of each type of fuel can either last multiple times as long or be at least ten times more powerful than conventional fuel. If we can find where the Republic is sourcing these fuels, we'll have hit the jackpot!"
Aaric nodded, but kept a neutral expression. These were very specialized form of power sources indeed. It would take much time to find them on his own. In the meantime, he would have to find a use for the remaining two generators and their fuel.
"Understood. This has been very informative and more than what I could have hoped for." Aaric fished out a credit chip from his pocket. "Take this. Keep this project a secret. I want regular updates. Your debt has been repaid. What I want now is a partnership. Interested?"
"Of course, my lord! It will be an honour to work on this project with you."
"Good. You may return to your duties. I will call you when I have need of your abilities."
Mashallon gazed upon the desolate remains of the satellite control base. As expected, the area was filled with craters, smoke and droid carcasses. She begrudgingly admitted that Rylon was right to caution her against sallying forth to see the outpost for herself.
The imperials had expanded much faster than anticipated after the destruction of the resistance artillery. Only after a considerable amount of hiding and sneaking past patrols did she manage to reach her target. Her amber Jedi robes and ridiculous headwear making her stand out like a sore thumb.
The Jedi investigator approached the main entrance of the satellite control tower and pried the doors open with the force. The power was out and she had to ignite her lightsaber to get enough light to see.
Once again, droid remains littered the hallways as she moved deeper into the bowels of the tower. The turbolift wasn't operational so she had to clamber down the cables. One thing she noticed was the damage that was inflicted on them.
Most had blaster holes. The rest had been decapitated, dismembered or cut in half; obvious signs of a lightsaber wielding foe.
Mashallon furrowed her brows. This was worrying.
By the time she reached the main database console, it was obvious there was nothing to be gained from it. The entire console was blasted to pieces.
Someone either knew she was investigating Rylon, or Rylon's handler was coincidentally starting to clean house. One thing was for sure: A Sith was leading this operation. She would have to be careful.
Mashallon turned to leave. There was still one more lead she could try. She had heard whispers and gossip in the canteen of one Ensign Durmat.
There were rumours that Durmat quickly rose to officership because of strings being pulled by Rylon himself. Some speculated that both of them could be related by blood. Apparently, Durmat was quite well known for being an inept soldier and was relegated to doing minor back-end duties.
For some reason, whether by Rylon himself in an attempt for Durmat to gain some combat experience or manipulation of others who didn't like Durmat's cushy job, the poor Ensign was assigned to Outpost Victory. Said outpost was now near the front lines as the resistance was pushed back from their former holdings.
Now that she was in Imperial territory, she had to move carefully. Hopefully she would be quick enough to reach Outpost Victory, interrogate Durmat and extract a confession from Durmat before the outpost came under attack.
Steeling herself. The Jedi investigator left the area and made her way towards the Outpost.
"So let me get this straight… these men requested to transfer out to my command?" Quinn questioned Davrill quizzically.
Lieutenant Quinn faced her consolidation corps counterpart as she conferred with him on the next stage of their joint operations. This was why she was away from the barracks for the majority of the day while Aaric and Vette did their thing.
"Lord Aaric's command more specifically, Lieutenant Quinn." Davrill droned while rolling his eyes. "Please don't try to think so highly of yourself. Your track record leaves much to be desired anyways."
"Don't speak of things you don't understand, Lieutenant." Quinn hissed. "My work for Darth Baras enshrouds even your role by miles."
"Excuses, excuses. My dear Quinn." Davrill waved her off nonchalantly. "Be thankful that the only reason why I'm allowing this is because of Lord Aaric. I don't know what transpired while they were attached to his command. But the men are absolutely convinced they can perform in assisting consolidation corps efforts under him."
"Captain Rigel filed the request and Colonel Vrain approved." He stated. "I can't wait to see what miracles Lord Aaric will perform next!"
"If it's a magic trick, you'll be sorely disappointed Lieutenant Davrill." Aaric's voiced piped up from across the room as he entered with Vette in tow.
"Lieutenant Quinn." The Sith nodded in greeting. "Not having any difficulties I hope?"
"Good day to you, my lord." Quinn bowed. "Not in the slightest. I was just discussing with Lieutenant Davrill here on our next steps."
"Lieutenant Quinn has briefed me about your intentions to assault Outpost Victory in order to extricate a certain High Value Target." Davrill explained. "As much as I would love to see you pull another win for us like you did with the generator base, this one will be a harder nut to crack."
The lanky officer motioned them towards the holotable. A few gestures on the map and a holographic projection of the base appeared above it, highlighting key points as Davrill started his briefing.
"Outpost Victory was constructed out of one of the craters left over before the treaty of Coruscant. It is the nexus of resistance operations around Gorinth canyon. It is a small yet strategic stronghold with heavy resistance ground forces and static defences including anti-aircraft guns and their signature impenetrable, un-scannable shields. These are the same systems that were deactivated when you destroyed the resistance artillery power generators a few days ago, my lord."
"Our intel suggests that the generators powering them are located within bottom-most depths of the outpost, so you'll either need to assault or infiltrate the base to take them out so that we can call in an airstrike or orbital bombardment to finish them off. Once this is done, the resistance efforts surrounding the Gorinth canyon will fall apart without a base to rest and resupply."
Quinn took over and continued. "From what can be observed from reports and holos taken by our scouts, the edges of the crater surround the entire base and acts as a natural defensive wall. Any gaps are plugged with a tall fence projecting particle shielding. There are only two known entry and exit points that lead inside the base and they are heavily defended. We have our work cut out for us."
Aric rubbed his chin in thought. "Quinn, you mentioned earlier that you could slice into their security. You can't deactivate the generators remotely?"
"They're on a separate system from the main ones, I'm afraid." Quinn replied. "If you want me to do it you'll have to patch me in with a data spike. However, it'll be easier to just find the 'off' switch or just destroy them completely."
"Noted." Aaric turned back to the projection. "Continue."
"As mentioned by Lieutenant Davrill earlier, the same personnel will be joining you in addition to my own personal squad. So you'll have roughly a platoon of men at your disposal. When all this is over, these same men will be permanently transferred to your command."
That caught the Sith's attention. "Meaning I'll have my own personal forces? Interesting. I hope Baras won't have any problem with it?"
"I'm sure I can convince lord Baras into allowing us this small concession." Quinn winked. "A small, specialised mobile task force to support our operations too difficult for just yourself to take on will make things run smoother."
The apprentice caught the jab towards his direction and responded with a smirk ""Too difficult? There's no such thing as too difficult! I just don't want to hog all the glory for myself. Anyway, ideas anyone?"
Davrill stepped forward. "The corps can assist with an artillery barrage to soften the defences at both entry points before you begin the assault."
"An open assault is too risky." Aaric shook his head. "We'd have the entire base on alert and all available manpower against us. Unless you're going to spare us another three more platoons, one platoon isn't going to cut it."
"We could dig underground?" Vette piped up, much to Davrill's and Quinn's surprise. A slave speaking without permission?
"A novel idea, Vette." Aaric praised, albeit a tad patronizingly while giving her headpats. "But it's too unreliable. We'd have to dig in a spot near the outpost and hope we don't get caught by resistance patrols. Digging tunnels is a slow process after all. Even worse, we could manage to tunnel our way into the base but we wouldn't know what's on the other side. Too risky."
Vette could only squeam and blush at her master's sudden physical contact.
"I have a stash of under barrel ascension gun attachments in my inventory." Quinn snapped her fingers. "We could outfit our troopers with it and scale up the sides of the crater, identify a safe landing point and scale back down while minimizing risk of discovery. It's clear they have long range scanners, but those only can detect vehicles and large troop movements. A platoon will move undetected."
"Now that's what I'm talking about! I seems Baras was right about you." Aaric praised, accompanied by a bright smile. "Outfit the troops with night vision or thermal IFF systems in their helmets. We'll move out and accomplish this in the dead of night. Quinn, I leave you in charge of orienting the troops as well as Vette on its usage. Davrill, have either the artillery or bombers ready for a fire mission."
"You already know how to use an ascension gun system?" Quinn asked quizzically.
Aaric simply shrugged. "I know a lot of things."
*GRLK! GRLK! GRLK! GRLK! GRLK! GRLK! GRLK!*
The sounds of hips slapping against face reverberated around Quinn's barracks. Aaric had decided to literally take another stab at Yadira's still tight throat and wanted to thoroughly enjoy it before leaving for his next mission.
This time, the Twi'lek jedi was positioned on her stomach and an arm had a strap around her head which pulled her head back so she could see forwards. Eyes full of hate bored into Aaric's own as the Sith gripped her head-tails as an anchor.
"Oh yes. Your training is going well, youngling." Aaric groaned huskily; relishing the way his balls whacked against the pink Twi'lek's chin and neck each time he thrusted. "Take it jedi slut."
Yadira could only gurgle and gag as the thick, lengthy member invaded her throat. She could feel the shape of every vein rub against her oesophagus. Even worse was the cursed torture machine frigging her clit with a vibrating phallus for an arm and forcing her to be pleasured during this entire ordeal!
The naïve jedi's mind would not know it. But it was Aaric's intention to forcibly condition Yadira's brain and body to turn her throat into an erogenous zone by linking it with pleasure. It also helped that the water and gruel being fed in copious amounts three times a day was nutritionally insufficient for her body's daily needs.
Overtime, her body would weaken and so would her resolve. Eventually, against her wishes, her body would be yearning for his more nutritious ejaculate.
Aaric's own experiments conducted in his youth and time during the Mecrosa Order allowed him to discover that midichlorians were present even in the bodily fluids created by his jewels. By consuming his sperm orally, it was possible that the bodies of force-sensitives could digest it and gain sustenance from it.
Literally eating the force, it would seem.
This was why the apprentice decided to replace one of Yadira's meals with his own gallon of cum so the Twi'lek could feel it for herself. Maybe if she was smart enough she would realize it for herself and quicken her fall to her passions.
Aaric sped up as the familiar sensation built up from within his loins. A satisfied groan emitted from his lips as he slammed his hips into her skull and grinding her nose onto his pelvic muscle.
"Oooh yessss. Swallow all my spunk." Aaric whispered. "Can you feel it, jedi? My Sith sperm shooting straight into your stomach, violating your very insides, dirtying your precious Jedi purity?"
Yadira could only squeeze her eyes shut as she feel her captor hose her empty stomach full of his dastardly cum, filling her up and stretching it out. It didn't help that her prone position pressed against the ballooning organ, making her full to the brim.
Once his dick was in its final throes, he pulled out as excruciatingly slow as he could before jacking it off a few times to spurt the remainder onto her tongue and slather over her face. "That's a good look for you. Tastes better than that water and gruel you've been having doesn't it?"
Yadira could only glare as she was forced to taste the saltine liquid dribbling down her tongue and onto the floor. She would prefer to just go with the water and gruel than this!
"Don't worry, I'll slowly wean you off that swill and soon enough all you'll want to consume three meals a day will be from my balls. Cumming a gallon is easy enough for me. And you'll be pleased to find that my nut juice is more nutritious and energizing than that mixture."
Aaric left it at that for her to get the hint; adding more to her humiliation by groping her full b-sized tits and bubble bouncy ass as much as he could before turning to leave.
"Too bad it would be a while until I return. Until then, enjoy your meals and throat training. Ta!"
Damn you, Sith! Damn you to hell! When I get out I'll make sure you pay!
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