Author's Note: Thanks to spartanzerg for pointing out that chapters 4&5 were not uploaded correctly.


Knights of the Old Republic

Chapter 5

Taris, Upper-Level Cantina

Carth Onais

The crowd around the bar was cheering. Carth sipped his drink watching the duel progress on the screen with them. The Mysterious Stranger had become a quick favorite to bet on. Aria had cut through the early competition and was already working her way through the top champions. More impressive than her win streak to Carth, was the fact she had managed to convince the Hutt, Ajuur, to up the shares if they won. He had found himself depending on the former smuggler quite a lot. She was a deadly skilled fighter, persuasive with words, and …a beautiful distraction. Carth looked into the bottom of his glass seeing the last two nights in it. Taris wasn't a hot planet, and it wasn't too hot back at the apartment, but Aria would strip down to only a thin under shirt that hung loosely and an even thinner black thong that clung like a second skin… He hadn't been able to sleep easily trying to ignore the fact he hadn't been with anyone since…Carth swung back the drink finishing it.

"It's over! The fight is over! The Mysterious Stranger has won!", The Duel Announcer called out to the rapturous applause of the crowd. Aria stood tall and proud over her unconscious opponent. The tenth duel in her short career added another prize of credits to their growing war chest. They had already spent some of it on new equipment. Replacing their tattered gear that still smelled of atmospheric entry. Even acquiring some portable energy shields that could be life savers if they got into a tight situation. They didn't last too long when used, burning up from absorbing too much blaster fire. Aria had only needed to use one once to win against the Rodian called Twitch. The eccentric alien had been an unpredictable wildcard. Aria won only by the skin of her teeth. Carth swore the Rodian had to be hyped up on spice. If it had been him in the ring he'd have lost in the first ten seconds.

If it weren't for the off duty Sith that frequented the cantina Carth might have compromised himself. By the fourth fight Aria fought in Carth had committed all their faces to memory. One of them stood out to him. A Sith trooper from what he gathered seemed to be lonely. He couldn't risk it, but he imagined his friend wouldn't have any issue with what he was going to propose. From the sounds he pretended to ignore late at night, he knew he wasn't the only one pent up.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! We are proud to announce that another match has already been arranged! The Mysterious Stranger will take on the lovely deadly Ice! Place your bets now! The duel will begin in half an hour!", The announcers voice blared out over the loud music.

"This one is going to be good!", A man shouted to be heard, "Sixty Credits on Ice!"
"Match that on the Stranger!", Carth challenged slamming his empty drink down.

Taris, Dueling Ring lockers

Aria Vecet

Eleven duels in two days might have been too much. She had both her top gear off, her breasts gleaming with sweat. Aria's hands were beginning to shake a little. The adrenaline had been running high when Ajuur offered another fight, and she took it with the promise of a higher cut. It had gone great so far. Being a new fighter meant more money on the other guy, and once she started a streak it became a game of seeing how long she'd last. With every match people started hoping she would finally lose, betting big, and losing it to her more each time. Maybe she would have said no if not for yesterday. The bitch named Ice had wasted no time getting on her nerves since she got here. When she had first met her the blond champion, a presumptuous cunt, had cut her off.

"Wait I know what you're going to say: I'm so beautiful, I'm so attractive, how can someone who looks so hot with a weapon in her hand be called Ice? Well, I've heard it all before. I'm here to take care of business in the dueling ring, not to have some slack-jawed, goggle-eyed woman slobber all over me. So back off!"

She wasn't wrong about being beautiful. The woman was sexy as hell, and watching her tear apart the competition was a sight to see. She wielded a vibroblade with the skills of an expert. Not bad with a blaster either. Aria was going to have trouble for sure if they fought. She needed a break from all the fighting.

She needed a good fuck.

"Of course they throw me the new show pony after it's already all used up.", Ice strutted up to her. Crossing her arms as she snubbed her, "You've been slipping the last two fights. Even the crowds can see it. Getting tired Stranger?"
"Only of your mouth.", Aria grinned up at her flashing her fangs like a Nexu cat. Ice glared down at her, "I share the exact same sentiment towards you. I'm going to look forward to showing you your place. I only wish it could be a real death match. The ring could use a new paint of blood."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Ice. Be thankful it's not, even with your reputation as a cold blooded schutta, you're not a killer. Not like me.", Aria could see the cracks beginning to form in her icy demeanor. Ice balled her fist getting angry.
"I'm going to wipe the floor with you!", She stormed off to her locker.
"Why wait?", Aria stood up snatching the woman by her ponytail, and yanked her back. Ice let out a growl throwing an elbow back at her. Aria blocked it, and tossed the duelist down. While she picked herself up Aria called out to one of the nearby service droids, "Hey, go let everyone know the show started. It's going to be a one of a kind they've never seen!" Aria cracked her knuckles as Ice charged her!

Taris, Javyar's Cantina

Mission Vao

It was supposed to start in another fifteen, but the screens switched over from the lower-level concert to the usual preshow of a fight.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! An exciting change up to our planned entertainment! A brawl between the contestants has already begun in the Locker Rooms! Where we go now to where our dynamite warriors compete! Defending her rank, a woman with steel in her bones and ice water in her veins. She's cold and quick as death itself. You know her, you love her…Ice! And taking this match out of the usual ring, a rising star taking that first step into the big leagues… I give you the Mysterious Stranger!" Every head in the lower-level cantina turned the second where the fight was happening was mentioned. Mission looked up from her barstool to see something out of her late night Holo-net videos playing in real time. The newest duelist she had made some winning bets on was having it out with Ice. Zaalbar let out a confused growl, "I don't know Big Z." The young twenty-four-year-old Twi'lek answered him.
"Maybe they're trying for sex appeal? Look at them over there. The betting still going on just went into overdrive." Her wookie friend growled out something along the lines of calling it filth, but she didn't see him look away. Mission liked the Mysterious Stranger before, but seeing her fight without a shirt one was something else. "Must have been changing when it started.", was what she said while her thoughts were, How did she hide those tits under that armor all this time? Mission hoped no one notice her blushing under the low lights of the bar, but no one would miss this kind of action. Not when the Stranger ripped off Ice's shirt.

Taris, Dueling Ring lockers

Aria Vecet

Ice struggled under her fighting for a grip. She may have had a chance in the ring after she cooled down with her weapons but thrown off her game made it too easy. Aria could taste her rage when she tore the bitch's shirt. Giving the camera droids that circled them a great shot for everyone betting. Ice tried to buck her off and roll off the bench she was trapped on. Aria only gave her enough slack so the woman would turn herself around. Trapping her again, but this time by seating on the back of her head. Ice tried kicking at nothing to no avail.
"Is this how you were going to mope the floor with me?", Aria laughed smacking the woman's well-built ass hard enough to travel through the tough material of her pants. She heard Ice curse her name. Aria wouldn't let the woman buck her off. Hitting her rear each time she attempted it. "These people are expecting a show Ice! You gotta try harder than that!" Aria yanked on Ice's pants tearing them down, and showing everyone that the cold-hearted warrior wore cute bright frilly pink panties.

Aria sunk her hands under them discovering the ass cheeks were sweet and warm to the touch.
"STOP THAT! GET OFF ME YOU BI-AH!", Aria interrupted with another hard smack on bare skin. This was getting her really hot. Hooking her fingers under the pink underwear Aria pulled up, HARD. Ice whined out in pain at the wedgie. Lifting her hips up to stop the pinching, being led to rising her ass high up in the air. Aria made sure the front cloth dug into the pretty pink pussy. "I think I'm starting to make her melt~ Look at how wet she's getting!", Aria teased as she spanked her. Rubbing her pussy while at the same time digging in the underwear.
"Please~Stop!", Her opponent bucked her hips losing the strength to fight. Feeling the cameras zoom in on her shame broadcasting it to everyone.
"Please pft," Aria mocked pulling the wedgie in harder, "I thought you were going to be more of a challenge."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!", she was crying now. Aria could feel her nips get hard at the tears. With a final harsh smack, she tore the girly underwear off. Holding them up like a trophy to the camera before throwing them aside.
"I'm sorry too; I didn't realize I was picking a fight with such a weak pathetic bottom!", Aria got up grabbing the same ponytail she started the fight with, "Get down on your hands and knees Ice!"

Whimpering the woman obeyed. Letting herself be paraded around the locker room by the leash of her hair. They circled the bench as Aria hounded her with insults. "Don't bend you back you stupid idiot.", Aria hit her hard enough for the sound to be picked up clearly over the rowdy cantina, "Arch it! Let everyone see that cute ass of yours."
Ice not wanting to be hit anymore obeyed. Finishing her victory parade, Aria came to the end of the bench, yanking Ice up to her knees.
"Undo my pants Schutta.", She raised a back hand high ready to use it if she didn't. The satisfaction she felt watching the once proud cunt swallow her pride was exactly what she needed. Ice went to work with trembling fingers, but she pulled down Aria's pants and underwear with a reddening face. Aria sat, spreading her thighs wide, forcing the loser to come close enough to feel her radiating heat. Ice franticly looked up at her pleading with big pitiful eyes, "Please." She begged only to have her face grabbed, Aria squeezing her mouth. "The only "please" I'll be doing is being pleased." Slapping Ice hard enough to get her point across. She didn't have to make it again.

Ice opened her mouth letting her tongue fall out before Aria forced it anymore. Not even giving a thought to the camera droids, Aria let out the first soft moan she'd made in days. It seemed Ice had a third talent besides blades and blasters. The woman used the flat of her tongue to spread part her lips pleasuring her all in long simple licks. Aria grinded her hips forward shoving Ice's head in.

"That's it Ice~ After you've lost all respect as a duelist, I think you won't be missing work. Not if you put this talented mouth to use."

The woman could only cry as she was forced to eat her out. Aria just got wetter watching the tears fall down her face. She was close, getting so close it angered her.
"Work that tongue Bitch."
Ice pushed her tongue deep up inside Aria's pussy. Tasting the excitement that she would never admit to enjoying. It spread something to the Duelist that threatened to awaken something. Ice ate her out feverishly like it was the most delicious meal she had ever tasted. The pain she had been given only sweeten the taste.

"You know I've changed my mind. I don't think I could ever get tired of your mouth~", Aria let out her praise in a throaty moan. Licking her lips as the pleasure finally edged over the line. She buried Ice's face between her legs as she came, making the Schutta drown in her excitement. Back in the cantina the entire bar had gone silent listening to Aira's heavy satisfied breathing. She rode the wave of pleasure till it ended in small echoes that left her shaky. Letting go of Ice she was amused the woman didn't break away. Instead she stayed in her place licking her clean, a drunk loopy look in her eyes.

"Good job Ice~"

"I-I did good?", She grew red in the face. Happy, and embarrassed at the same time.

"Real good, but you know the rules. The match isn't over until knock out.", Ice didn't have time to process what she said. Aria cold cocked her with a single blow to the chin. Ice hit the floor seeing stars exploding in her brain. Aria felt a little bad, but she was getting those credits. She stood and pumped the fist that knocked Ice out up to the cameras. Even from the locker rooms she could hear the thunderous roar of the crowd lose it.

Taris, Upper-Level Cantina

Carth Onais

"Ice is knocked out cold! Looks like we have a rising star in the Mysterious Stranger, folks: but how high can this star soar? You'll just have to watch and see!", the announcer could barely be heard over the insanity of the cantina. The "fight" had changed the entire atmosphere, and Carth could attest to it by the strained bulge in his pants. Everyone was getting touchy, beside him he noticed a Bith's companion slip below the bar, settling in between the alien's legs. Carth quickly paid for his drink leaving to collect his winnings. Just who the hell did I wind up working with? He couldn't continue the line of thought as a green Twi'lek dancer pulled him into the dance hall. He started to pull away, but when she flashed a smile he figured what the hell. Better to blow off some steam now, then go sleep another night worrying about everything.

Leviathan, above the planet Taris

Sith crew

"Ice is knocked out!-", The announcer shouted.

"My God how barbaric!", The deck officer was aghast. It was the late shift with only a small skeleton crew to keep an eye on things, and one of them had suggested a bit of entertainment. "Can you really be surprised? These merchants were running death matches before we outlawed them. It's no surprise they would regress to such lewd acts!"

"We should just bombard them.", another crackled.

"We just might. Have you seen Lord Malak these last few days? He doesn't show it, but I think he's growing impatient."

"Why doesn't he?"

"He wants that Jedi. He wants her alive."

"The one who killed Lord Revan?"

"She didn't kill the former Lord Revan.", Malak's freighting gruff electronic tone spoke standing over them from the Commander's bridge. They wanted to scream, falling out of their chairs, one having the mind to flip off the screen. He glared down at them. His powerful arms crossed of his strong chest.

"LORD MALAK FORGIVE US!""

He didn't say a word. His expression almost unreadable. The Dark Lord of the Sith had to make use of a large metal mask that covered his entire lower face. It had been rumored that the former Sith Lord had been the one to give him the debilitating wound. He let them simmer in their fear. Finally turning away with a dismissive wave. Coming to the view deck with his hands behind his back. Holding the shoulder cape draped to the floor. All the officers ran back to their work stations. The one brave soul quickly ejecting the recording he had made for later viewings. All of them happy to still be alive for now. As long as they did not test the ire of Lord Malak.

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