After the War

by Grubkiller19

The Clone Wars have ended. The Jedi have been destroyed, and the Dark Shadow of the Empire has risen over the Old Republic. While Empire Day celebrations are underway on the small farming colony of Raada, an Inquisitor and a squad of Inquisitor Troopers find a former Jedi meditating outside of town. But when they are about to arrest her, they find out that she is not alone.

4. Chapter 4-Morai

Hey folks, Grubkiller here.

This is the third and final part of my latest story, 'After the War'.

Please be sure to read, enjoy, and review.

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Tantive III.

This time, Ahsoka didn't break into Bail's office until she knew he was already there. She tracked his consular ship from Coruscant. He stopped on a nearby moon and dropped off a few crates that were not at all suspicious. Everything looked entirely routine, but Ahsoka, who had landed some distance away and infiltrated the spaceport while the cargo was being offloaded, knew better. She took advantage of the Tantive III being grounded to stow away on board.

Coming this far into the Core was a big risk, but she wanted to show Bail that she was serious and also grateful for everything he'd done for the refugees from Raada. At last, she felt the ship take off and the little shift that meant they were in hyperspace, and she set off looking for him.

She cracked the security on his door pretty easily and slipped inside. Bail's quarters comprised more than two rooms. She was in the antechamber, which was big enough for two seats and not much else. She could hear the senator's voice coming from the second room, which must be where he worked. She got closerto the door and overheard the end of the conversation, a series of repeated words in a child's prattle that she couldn't understand.

"I know, love, but it's more secure if we just talk without any visuals to trace." There was a pause. Ashoka couldn't hear the answer. Then Bail spoke again. "Tell your mother I'll see you both soon enough."

There was another pause as Bail disconnected the call. Then he coughed.

"Do I have another Jedi break-in to report?" He called out.

Ahsoka laughed. It was nice to know she couldn't fool him the same way twice. She got the feeling he knew exactly how much she'd overheard and that some of it had been for her benefit.

"Showing your vulnerabilities to put me at ease, Senator?" Ashoka said, stepping into the main office. He waved her into a seat, and she took it.

"The whole galaxy knows I'm a family man, Ahsoka Tano." He said. "The Empire is counting on it. They think it means I'll be more amenable to certain suggestions."

"Don't you worry about your daughter, Leia?" Ahsoka asked.

Bail shrugged, but there was some tightness around his eyes. Running a rebellion couldn't be easy.

"She's already a lot like her mother," he said.

Somehow that seemed like a test. Ashoka didn't know the answer, so she let it pass. They were going to keep secrets, and they were going to trust each other anyway.

"I wanted to talk to you about what you're doing to fight the Empire," Ahsoka said.

"I thought you might," Bail said. "Captain Antilles sent me a report. 15 percent of the refugees became casualties, and three A-wings were shot down, and more than half of the Raadan militiamen were killed or wounded."

Ahsoka thought to herself that it could easily have been more. Vartan, the partisan leader, had nearly been killed and was now , and several transports worth of refugees were heavily damaged, with three of them being destroyed. But at least the people would live to rebuild what they had lost.

"I'm glad it wasn't worse," Ahsoka said. "I took out that Inquisitor before your reinforcements arrived. I got the impression he wasn't the only one of his kind."

"Was he talented?" Bail asked. "Or does he just carry the lightsaber for show?"

"He's had some training," Ahsoka said. "He mostly relied on brute strength. If he was going to be facing Jedi, or someone with my level of training, I'd say he wouldn't be much of a threat. I defeated him without my lightsabers. But the others could be much stronger than him."

Bail nodded. "We'll do what we can," he said. "What about Raada?"

"Well, the farmers can't go back," Ahsoka said. She slumped down a little bit in her chair. They'd won, but the cost had been high. "If they tried, the Empire would wipe them off the moon's surface without even landing first."

"I can resettle them on Alderaan, perhaps," Bail said. "There aren't that many of them, and there are enough refugees in the galaxy right now that Alderaan's taking in a few hundred won't raise any eyebrows."

"They don't want to be resettled," Ahsoka said. She straightened her shoulders. "They want to join up."

She could see Bail considering it. She knew he could use the extra people, but here were obvious downsides. The Empire had no trouble using poorly trained people as cannon fodder, but Bail would refuse to do the same.

"They're farmers, Ahsoka," he pointed out. "They have only the training you gave them."

"They're resourceful," she said. "And anyway, your rebels have to eat, don't they?"

Bail laughed.

"I'll have someone talk to them, and we'll see what we can do," he said. "There are a few planets that would suit us for an agricultural base, and we can start training anyone who is interested in piloting or weapons use."

The ship dropped out of hyperspace. They were still some distance from the planet, but Bail liked to look out at the system when he was returning home.

"I was thinking about what I did on Raada," Ahsoka said. "At first it was hard, because no one would listen to me. I couldn't figure out to communicate with them. They all had different priorities, and because I couldn't explain myself, a lot of people died."

"That's not your fault," Bail told her.

"I know," she said. "But it feels kind of like it is."

He nodded. She suspected he was also good at blaming himself for things.

"And then Imperial reinforcements jumped right on top of our evacuation force, and a lot of people died. I guess what my point is, it could have been avoided if we had better channels of communication," she said.

Bail sighed.

"I know," he said. "Everything I'm trying to build is too new and too fragile. We're not as secure as I'd like us to be, and things slip through the cracks as a result."

"I can help you with that, I think," Ahsoka said.

"How?" Bail asked.

"During the Clone Wars, I worked with a lot of people," Ahsoka said. "I fought alongside clones, who took orders from me even though I lacked their experience. I watched politics on a dozen different worlds. I helped train people who'd never held a blaster in their lives. When I did all that, I had the Jedi to back me up, but I think I could do almost as good a job with you."

"You want to recruit people?" Bail asked.

"Not exactly," she said. "Though if I found good people, I would certainly try to bring them in. I want to take your recruits and find missions for them. I want to be the one who listens to what people need, who finds out what people can do and then helps them do it."

"You want to take over running my intelligence networks," Bail said.

Ahsoka nodded.

"Who runs them now?" She asked.

"No one, really," he told her. "That's most of the problem."

"Then that's where I'll start," she said. "I'll need my own ship, and a good crew."

"We can find something for you easily enough," he said, a smile on his face. "I know just the man for the job."

"Thank you," she said. "It's good to have a mission again."

"I think I'm going to end up a lot further in your debt than you are in mine, but you're welcome," he said.

"Let's just call it even and we'll stop keeping track," she said. "I'm going to be busy enough as it is."

"What am I going to call you, if I can't call you Ahsoka?" He asked. "You'll need a code name at the least, so you can deal with other operatives."

They looked out the viewport as Alderaan grew bigger and bigger. it really was a beautiful planet, though Ahsoka would always miss the whispering grass on Raada, and the secluded woods where she meditated. Alderaan was blue and green, and a good staging point for a galactic uprising. The center, where the thread of all their hopes connected.

"Fulcrum," she said. "You can call me Fulcrum."

Then welcome to the Rebellion, Fulcrum."

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Alliance Space Facility, Telaris System.

Ahsoka stepped out of the refresher, wearing a short white and very soft bathrobe. She hadn't had the chance to shower recently, and as her skin tingled happily for the first time in weeks, as she practically skipped into a bright room.

Her quarters.

A quick look through the window revealed that she was in a deep-space facility, in a massive cometary cloud. So the blue lights reflecting off of the many comets outside would shine through her window today, like any other day. Even so, she could see the area facilities outside her window gleaming with a myriad of lights, as the Alliance forces continued to convert ships - ranging in size from small corvettes to a few Mon Calamari merchant ships - for war.

Ahsoka couldn't help but admire the sight.

Beautiful.

Then she looked around. There wasn't a single lamp. Instead, a sophisticated glowing pattern covered the ceiling and part of the walls. She followed strings of the pattern for a while then forced herself to stop looking at it and turned her head.

An exquisite grayish carpet extended through all of the otherwise white room. In the middle of the room, there was a small table with two comfortable-looking sofas. Some strange plants of red and blue colors and a couple paintings were all that decorated the place.

Ahsoka liked it. Simple. Bright.

Fitting for an officer in the fledgling Alliance Military.

As for herself, she flopped back down on top of what felt like a nice, comfortable bed. She took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of an actual bed, spread-eagling her legs.

Then she realized that when she tried to get back up,she was forced down at her wrists and ankles with an invisible force and that - surprisingly - held her quite tightly and didn't budge an inch when she tried to struggle. Pulling wouldn't break the invisible hold on her.

She chuckled, but only briefly, as she realized her circumstances of being pinned to a bed. Ahsoka shook her head.

Keep your mind here and now, where it belongs, Ahsoka, she reminded herself, then struggled at the invisible force again. "Alright, let's see how well you fare against the Force." She said to herself as she began to concentrate with the Force on her surroundings.

"Well, look who's finally done with her nap," a woman's voice greeted her happily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Ahsoka turned her head to see a mysterious woman standing in the small kitchenette. She was of average height, a little taller than Ahsoka, and her skin was creamy white, and her hair was long and of a shade of pure grassy green. She wore white boots, long white gloves, and an elegant, short white dress... yup, she certainly seemed to like white. "It's very nice to finally meet you again."

Ahsoka was dumbfounded and for a moment, she simply gawked at the stranger whose beautiful bright green eyes seemed to softly glow, and whose thin lips curled into a soft smile. Ahsoka had wanted to snap at her, but the joy the stranger portrayed seemed so genuine she didn't have the heart to.

"I apologize for the way I decided to meet with you..." but then she stopped mid sentence, "Oh well, I suppose it's not often these days that another Force-user can show up out of the blue without drawing the entire galaxy towards you."

"Uhhhhh ...?" Ahsoka sounded out of her open mouth, but couldn't form any words.

The strange woman gasped and her eyes widened, as if she just remembered.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? My name is Morai."

Ahsoka just laid there and glaring at her before finally speaking. "Um, I'm-." But then she cursed herself for not using a fake name.

"-Ahsoka." Morai finished for her. "Mmm, what a lovely name," she stated, as if that explained everything, then curtsied. "You've probably don't remember me well, but don't worry." Morai smiled at the confused Togruta on the bed. "Don't worry, you'll learn much more about me very soon."

She had spoken gently and with a warm voice, yet the way she pronounced 'very' sent shivers down Ahsoka's spine.

"Don't worry so much, darling, I mean you no harm," Morai claimed.

But she didn't feel any deceit from the woman and decided that she wasn't in immediate danger, she could afford talking to this Morai.

"Then why am I pinned down?"

"Just a slight precaution. I didn't want you leaping at me before I had a chance to explain myself."

Her lips parted for a grin.

"Besides," she added with a strange glint in her eyes before she walked around the bed and look out the window - revealing to Ahsoka that her white dress wasn't covering her wonderful back, "it's much more fun this way, isn't it?"

Wonderful? Beautiful? What's wrong with you Ahsoka? It's true that Morai seems marvelous, but... shut up, there you go again!

"What do you mean, it's more fun?" Ahsoka asked.

Morai walked away from the window, dragging a chair behind her, but without her gloves. She then placed the chair next to the bed, and for a moment simply sat in it, and gazed at Ahsoka with her beautiful bright eyes.

"Hm?"

Morai leaned down to Ahsoka - very close to Ahsoka - and stared into the very depths of Ahsoka's blue eyes. Their lips almost touched and Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure emerald, and wished that they would.

Before she could tilt her head and let it happen, though, Morai straightened back up - much to Ahsoka's disappointment.

"You're flushed, but you seem alright to me," she said and grinned. "You're a very naughty girl."

If she had been flushed before, Ahsoka didn't know what she was now. And yet she lacked any rational explanation for her feelings, her ... desire. Something she had only ever felt around one boy.

"Wha- what have you done to me?" Ahsoka asked, trying in vain to calm both her voice and her loudly pounding heart.

"Done to you?" Morai asked before she chuckled. "Come on, Ahsoka, where's your sense of adventure?" She asked, before she leaned back down to Ahsoka, placing her head to the left of Ahsoka's. "Don't you feel excited?"

Her voice was soft, wrapping itself around Ahsoka like a comfortable blanket.

"E- excited?" Ahsoka repeated, fighting against her sudden dizziness and the urge to rub her head against Morai's.

"Hm-m," Morai hummed," for months you've done nothing but beat yourself up and now you're pinned to a bed in a strange room by a strange girl, who you don't know anything about nor what she will do to you, and you are forced to think about something else than how miserable you were. I'd call that exciting, darling."

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat at that last word, but then she was dumbfounded.

"How..?!"

"Really, Ahsoka, you should know," Morai said before she straightened back up and sat down in the chair behind a dumbfounded Ahsoka's bed. "The Force is a very convenient ally, after all, isn't it?"

"Wait? What do you know about the Force. You don't feel like a Jedi, or a Sith?"

Morai's lips curled up into a smile. "That's because I'm not," she said before she opened up a small bottle that flew into her hand, seemingly at will, before pouring its contents into her hands.

Maybe she was Force-sensitive.

"Well my training should keep me immune to whatever Force tricks you've been using." Ahsoka said with confidence.

"They would. Which is why I will be using a more..." Then she rubbed her hands together, spreading whatever she poured into them. "... hands-on approach."

To Ahsoka's surprise, horror and ... delight, Morai started massaging her lekku.

Togrutan lekku were similar in purpose to those of a Twi'lek and stored some parts of their brains that held memory. To ensure they were handled with proper care, they were very sensitive. Touching them was considered highly erotic amongst the Togrtua people.

"Morai!"

Ahsoka tried to wiggle free of the tender caress that felt so darn good and made it hard to think straight, but the Force held her firmly in place.

"Please ..."

"Shhhhh, darling," her assailant whispered, "Relax. I know exactly who you are, Ahsoka Tano, formerly of the Jedi Order. We are the same, you and I, which is why I know that after the last few months, you are in desperate need of a ... comforting presence."

Ahsoka shivered as the nimble white fingers slid down the back of her side lekku and back up on their front.

"Let me be that presence. Let me make you forget your past loneliness."

Morai's hands slid all the way up Ahsoka's small montrals, briefly massaged their very tips, then down their back on her middle lek.

It felt wonderful. How bad could it be to just relax and let Morai have her way with her? Wait, she did not just think that, did she? Ahsoka forced herself to fight the pleasurable feeling that was threatening to paralyze her reasoning and the growing urge to just give in, forget all that had worried her since she survived Order 66, and let whatever would happen happen.

"What do you mean, we are the same?"

She gasped as Morai's skilled fingers explored the folds where her hind lek met her side lekku. Instinctively, she tried to jerk her head away, only to find that the Force held her tightly and that she was very much at Morai's mercy.

Morai noticed, of course, and continued to massage these exact spots mercilessly. Her orange victim gasped and squirmed and twitched, but Morai never let up.

"I'm sure you remember what happened on the planet Mortis?"

"Yes!" Wailed Ahsoka, more in response to her tormentor's caress then to her question.

"Of course you do. It was one of the most horrid experiences of your life. For a brief moment, you were turned into a puppet for the Son, an all powerful symbol of the Dark Side."

Morai finally moved on to the other parts of her lekku and Ahsoka's twitching started to get less intense.

"The Son turned you against your masters, and the troopers you commanded, and when you were no longer useful to him, he made sure to... tie up loose ends."

"Loose ends?"

Morai slid her hands up Ahsoka's montrals again.

"Yes. At one point, the Mortis Gods took sanctuary on the realm-world of Mortis, which some believed was where the Force itself originated from, where they lived as anchorites. The three familial beings—the Father, the Daughter, and the Son—withdrew from the temporal realm when their power threatened to disrupt the galaxy. The Father acted as the balance between the Daughter and Son, who embodied the light and dark sides of the Force, respectively. The siblings were immortal,although only as long as the Father remained alive. All of that changed with the Clone Wars. When the Jedi discovered this place, it turned the planet into another battleground. Clone and droids, Jedi and Sith, did battle across Mortis, forcing the Mortis Gods to intervene. In the chaos, you were captured by the Son. And then the Daughter was killed. In order to save your life, your master, the Chosen One, transferred the last of the Daughter's life force into you. Thus, saving your life. Well, I am the Daughter. Or at least, what's left of her. And eventually, what was left of my family perished, and both sides in your war withdrew from a dying world."

Had she been feeling normally, Ahsoka would have cringed at the tragic story, especially when she heard that her Master had a part in this story. But thanks to Morai, though, she wasn't feeling normal and most of her thoughts were about Morai. Beautiful Morai. Why was she filling her mind with sad tales, and why did her hands feel so nice?

"And ever since then, I've been bound to your soul. I've been deep inside you, experiencing many of the same emotions you have felt, and with an unquenchable thirst," Morai continued and tickled the tips of Ahsoka's montrals. "If left unsatisfied, it will never be more than that."

It felt good, but faint. Ahsoka stretched herself, hoping that it would make Morai massage her more thoroughly.

"I'm glad that you gave me a little taste, darling. But once I've had my first taste..."

Morai slid her hands a bit lower, assaulting the larger part of Ahsoka's montrals with a pleasant feeling and Ahsoka happily rubbed her head in Morai's hands.

" ... I will want more."

Her hands slid lower.

"And more."

Lower.

"Until finally..."

Ahsoka closed her eyes and prepared herself for what had to come next.

Ever so slowly, Morai's fingers crept closer and closer to the spots that until moments ago, Ahsoka had not even known were the most sensitive on her lekku.

"Please dnh-"

Morai's fingers slipped into the folds where her lekku joined and for a moment, Ahsoka could do nothing but gasp while waves of pleasure threatened to drown her.

"... it spins completely out of control," Morai finished her sentence.

Ahsoka wanted to struggle but the Force didn't allow her. She could do nothing but toss her head left and right, trying in vain to escape the pleasurable tickling. But then, Morai let go of her lekku, walked to the other side of the bed and ... crawled up?!

She felt the white woman slide up between her spread legs, up her belly, up her breasts until finally, their eyes were aligned.

Morai's weight oh her body felt quite comfortable and although there was a dress and a bathrobe separating their bodies, Ahsoka felt her strange companion's warmth permeating her own body, intoxicating her. And her eyes, those silvery depths drawing her in...

Ahsoka felt her heart thumping loudly again.

"That's better, isn't it?" She heard the voice behind the silver eyes create, "relax..."

Something hot and soft pressed against her lips. Ashoka didn't move, couldn't move, was all but paralyzed. Then, something else hot and soft tickled her lips and slowly, they parted - almost on their own - allowing it to protrude into her mouth where it massaged the tip of her tongue while a soft feeling nibbled at her upper lip.

When Ahsoka opened her eyes, she realized that she was being kissed.

For a moment, she just laid there, trying to figure out what just happened, while Morai ravaged her mouth. it felt great, but what in the Nine Corellian Hells was happening?

When Morai finally ended the kiss, she looked at the dumbfounded Togruta and laughed.

Ahsoka finally spoke. "So all of this, just so you wouldn't be lonely?"

"Hmph, perhaps."

She smiled and placed her hands on Ahsoka's lekku and retraced her mutilated tentacles.

"But the past will have to wait," she said as she resumed her massage," I want you. here, now, and until we both go insane."

Ahsoka blushed again.

"Why me?"

Morai licked Ahsoka's lips.

"Why not? You're lonely, I'm lonely, we both share tragic pasts, and you want to feel my warmth every bit as I want to feel yours. And ..."

She leaned in for a kiss.

"... You're very cute."

She kissed her and slid her fingers into the cavity between her orange victim's lekku that she had explored earlier.

"Come on, admit it. You haven't been this excited since you and Lux Bonteri play some wonderful naughty games together in the jungles of Dxun, in the tomb of Freedon Nadd, on the roof of the Iziz Royal Palace, and so many other places."

Ahsoka's eyes widened.

"Will you stop using the Force to lift memories from my mind?!"

Morai kissed her again.

Yes, she did feel excited. Very excited, in fact. Her heart raced and her breath grew heavier with each moment the white woman had her way with her. Perhaps she should just ... enjoy it?

"Oh well", Ahsoka said, bashfully averting her eyes, "it's not like I could resist anyway."

"The Force? I could release you," Morai grinned again. "But you don't want me to, do you?"

Another hot kiss burned into Ahsoka's lips and she felt it all the way up into her brain.

"After all this time being strong for others, you'd enjoy being helpless for once."

Ahsoka moaned softly as Morai licked and sucked on her left lekku. She clearly knew what she was doing, and by the Force, did Ahsoka want her to keep it up. She tilted her head back and let the hungry white human nibble on her throat. Her breasts heaved quickly and always quicker as her breaths grew shorter and shorter.

"Morai!" She moaned. "Morai!"

"Don't fight it. Let it happen."

Her new lover sped up her caress. Nimble fingers danced over her lekku and into her very brain, and suddenly ... nothing mattered anymore. Ahsoka moaned and howled as her body went into spasm and white hot pleasure filled every fibre of her body.

"That's it," Morai breathed, "keep it up."

Instead of slowing down, now that her orange victim was orgasming, Morai intensified her massage. She was now violently kneading her new lover's lekku and she seemed to like it.

Ahsoka screamed as she came again, and then again, and again. She pulled at her invisible bounds, tried to twist her body, she jumped and bolted as much as the Force and Morai's weight on her allowed, but there was no escape, no break.

Just white hot pleasure.

She bucked and bucked until she lacked the strength to do so, she howled until her throat wouldn't surrender more than a soft moan, and when Morai finally stopped, she completely lacked control over her trembling body.

"That was amazing, Ahsoka."

"Yes," Ahsoka panted breathlessly, "yes it was." How many times had she come and for how long? She didn't know, nor did she care, but it had been incredible.

Morai kissed her, then slid off her and off the bed.

"Come, let's sit down and chat for a little while. I'll let you catch your breath before we start round two.

"But," Ahsoka gasped, "I can barely move."

"Don't be silly, Ahsoka," Jenna said as she got up, and then used the force to make Ahsoka levitate behind her, "That was just a warm up. You'll see."

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Later on, inside Ahsoka's office, where she did most of her work for the Alliance, Morai sat down at one end of a couch, and allowed Ahsoka to rest her head in her lap.

She gently caressed Ahsoka - in a non-sexual way, this time.

"Is something on your mind, darling? Perhaps you can tell me what brought you back into the fight in the first place."

Ahsoka closed her eyes and simpy enjoyed the warmth of her new friend. And make no mistake, that's all they were at that moment, as far as Ahsoka was concerned. After all, her thoughts began to dwell on all of her other friends back at the Temple, and in the Grand Army.

Rex and the boys.

Plo Koon.

Her thoughts even lingered on Lux Bonteri for a little while, and she began to feel guilty for running away from him after Order 66, leaving him to care for their new born daughter on his own. She kept telling herself it was for their own good in these dark times.

She thought of Anakin. He was like an older brother to her. They had met during the battle of Jabiim in the middle of the Clone Wars. When her original master was killed, and Obi-Wan went MIA for a while, they had gone on missions together when he was still a master-less padawan like her. About 6 months before Order 66, he was made a knight, and there was talk of her being made his apprentice. But her trial and subsequent abandonment by the Order changed that.

Then, her thoughts wandered back to her men in the 501st, and the rest of the Grand Army. The ones who had betrayed her. After everything they've been through, they were so quick to betray her so sinisterly, along with the rest of the Jedi.

Despite herself, she sobbed, and for a while, she simply laid there and cried seeking comfort in her new lover's gentle touch.

When Ahsoka had finally calmed down enough to re-open her eyes, she was greeted by Morai's gentle face. She had never stopped her caress, nor had she said a word. She simply looked at her, comforting her with her mere presence.

Ahsoka found she could use her arms again and she reached above her, gently touched the soft white cheeks, then pulled herself up and kissed Morai's gleaming lips. Tears started to flow again, and she embraced Morai, who hugged her tightly to her chest and cried.

When she finally regained her composure, she found herself kneeling on the couch, still hugging Morai. She forced herself to say one thing. "Why?"

After a long pause, Morai finally answered.

"Ahsoka, after my family and world were destroyed, my mind was in a similar state. And since I'm a spirit bound to your soul, I'm experienced what you've experienced. I suppose, I see a bit of myself in you. And even though you were apart of the battle on Mortis, I don't hold you responsible for what happened, nor do I chastise you for it. The galaxy is more than simply black and white. As I'm sure you learned from your little Onderinian crush," Morai said, prompting Ahsoka to roll her eyes, "there are shades of gray, and beautiful threads of silver. Perhaps, you can still be one, yourself?"

Morai leaned back, put a hand beneath Ahsoka's chin and gently forced her head up.

"You and I, darling, could become a very special thread. I can help you with your training, and let you use some of my power. And together, perhaps, we'll get rid of the injustices that plague this galaxy."

Ahsoka nodded

"So ... what happens now?" Asked Ahsoka as she sat up on her knees on the couch.

"Now, darling," Morai said with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. "...now, we're going to forget about the war, for now. You must decide whether you want to call it a night - and go back to doing homework for the Alliance - or if you'd rather join me and shag until they hear us all the way down in the lower levels".

Ahsoka blushed, but quickly regained her composure, this time. It hadn't taken her more than a moment to make her choice and she jumped backwards off of the sofa, flipped in the air and landed in front of the door that led into her private quarters. There she stood and tugged at her bathrobe.

"If you want a piece of me, Master, you'll have to catch me," she said playfully.

Morai responded by taking off her boots, revealing her shining legs. "Here's my first lesson to you, my darling: Overconfidence is weakness." She said as she tossed her boots aside, which broke down into shining gold petals, which then disappeared into nothingness.

And they faced each other. Ahsoka in nothing but a bathrobe and Morai in just her white backless dress. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both blushing, both grinning, until Morai made the first move.

And what a move it was. Ahsoka barely had time to duck below Morai's arms before she almost smashed her way into her quarters, and tried to make a run for the bedroom.

"You're mine!", Morai shouted as she caught Ahsoka by her waist and pulled her down onto the ground outside the bedroom.

"No!" Ahsoka squealed theatrically.

They rolled on the floor, both trying to stay on top of the other. Ahsoka's hands glided over Morai's smooth, warm back and found the edge of the dress. She then ripped it apart, revealing the firm white breasts that the dress had been concealing until now.

"My, my, my, you have some marvelous breasts for a millenia-old woman. Are they fake?!" Ahsoka teased before she placed both hands on Morai's chest and shoved her off of her.

"Don't get cocky with me," she roared as she threw her naked white body at Ahsoka, who was staggering back on her feet, "Running will only make make me punish you more."

She crashed into Ahsoka and pulled her down again. As they rolled over the soft carpet, she slid her hand into Ahsoka's bathrobe and cupped one of her breasts.

"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed as she squeezed it, "these are some nice and innocent tits; they scream for me to teach them a proper lesson."

She put her hands on Ahsoka's bathrobe and ripped it open, but Ahsoka took advantage of that moment and slipped out of both, the robe and Morai's grip.

Back on her feet, Ahsoka ran past the doorframe and towards the window that overlooked the Alliance space-yards, breathing heavily, as she did, she couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or excitement. It was good to feel alive again.

Morai threw away the empty bathrobe and went after Ahsoka, who screamed as the emerald-haired human spirit pounced on her, tackling her to the bed. Again, they rolled around, but this time, Morai managed to roll the nude Togruta on her back and pin her down. Ahsoka could have sworn she heard a growl, then Morai savaged her. Ahsoka screamed and twisted, playing the unwilling victim. One of her struggling hands found one of the plump white breasts above her, trying to push Morai away. But she allowed her strength to fail her, and a white leg forced hers open, and Jenna began to scissor with Ahsoka, her hungry crotch grinding against Ahsoka's, while her insatiable tongue attacked her orange neck.

Never before had defeat felt so good. Ahsoka arched her back and pushed her plump breasts up into Morai's, and began to nibble on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around Morai's waist and gasped when she felt the depth this allowed her new lover to penetrate into her.

Fiery moans of lust escaped her throat, and white pleasure filled her mind and much to her frustration, she could do nothing but gasp and buck and moan while Morai ... Morai ... Ai ... Aiiii ... Her mind went blank.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

She came, and screamed, and screamed as she came. Her arms and legs grew limp and Morai continued to slide and press her wet hot crotch against Ahsoka's. The ride was hard, violent, passionate ... and Ahsoka loved it.

Catching one of her lover's nipples with her teeth, she grunted like an animal as she nibbled on it, and massaged the other with her hands.

Morai shuddered and twitched. Loud hot moans echoed throughout the room, and even outside the office, as the spirit woman reached the peak of her pleasure, but Ahsoka wasn't going to let her off that easily. As Morai went limp, she rolled on top of her and straightened up as she rubbed her crotch against the now defenseless spirit's with all her might.

She was exhausted, but she didn't care, she just went on and on and on, losing herself in timeless passion, in unending desire, and before long, they both had been reduced to howling, growling beasts.

Morai reached up and massaged the bouncing and quivering orange tits of the relentlessly moving Togruta. Ahsoka enjoyed the sensation for a moment, then decided she wasn't satisfied with that level of contact. She laid down on top of the white woman, buried her head deep in her chest as she hugged the hot and slippery body beneath her, then humped as if she wanted her hips to give out. A white haze filled her mind again, but she couldn't stop, not yet. Ahsoka gritted her teeth and sped up. Her body protested and bucked but she forced it down and continued. Fatigue and pleasure threatened to rip her mind apart, but she didn't care. She couldn't rest, she still needed to ...

Finally, she felt her lover shudder beneath her. Morai bucked and screamed and clawed at Ahsoka.

Pure white pleasure rained down on Ahsoka and she shrieked as Morai's orgasm became her own. Then everything disappeared behind a white veil and when she opened her eyes again all was quiet – except for their exhausted huffs, of course.

Satisfied with her success, Ahsoka closed her eyes and passed out on Morai's breasts. The soft cushions moved up and down with each of her lover's forceful breaths.

Neither of them said anything and she just listened to the breathing, enjoying the relaxing pressure against her lekku.

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Ahsoka snuggled herself closer against Morai's body. She loved the warmth that penetrated her skin for it told her, her … her lover was still very much close to her.

The young Togruta smiled. She hadn't used that word to refer to someone in a while.

They were alone. A station like this was a lot of work.

Yet Ahsoka had spent most of her time here, still afraid that if she left Morai alone for too long, she would disappear.

She sighed and closed her eyes, fully feeling the softness of the creamy-colored body she was hugging.

So here they were both lying in the bed with nothing but a heavy blanket covering their nude bodies. Ahsoka didn't want clothes on, she just wanted to feel Morai as closely as she could.

She sighed again – that made the umpteenth time, already – and smiled. Morai had moved her hand and was gently stroking Ahsoka's lekku. Her caress wasn't erotic in nature but it still sent shivers down Ahsoka's spine.

"I'm never letting you go", she mumbled and rubbed her cheek more strongly into the soft white breasts she was resting her head on. "Never."

"That makes how many times you've said that already?", Morai asked amusedly.

"Not counting", Ahsoka mumbled back, "Not letting you go either."

She concentrated on her lover's calm breathing and let the slowly heaving ribcage beneath her carry her head up and down.

"Never."

Morai chuckled softly and kissed Ahsoka's montrals.

"I've always been with you. Never forget that", she whispered.

These simple words, but they sent a loving jolt through Ahsoka's body.

Ahsoka crawled a bit further up and more onto the white body until she was lying on top of Morai, her eyes aligned with the beautiful silver seas of her ancient lover, their large breasts pushing into each other's.

"I won't", she simply said, then kissed the woman beneath her long and passionately.

They separated.

"Now, why don't we have another go?" Morai asked.

Before Ahsoka even had a chance to answer, she felt herself levitating off of Morai and into the air. The heavy blanket slipped off of her, and soon, the stunned and naked Togruta was suspended in the air.

The orange levitated higher, well above Morai's head. Satisfied with the height, Morai leapt at her and embraced her, keeping them both aloft with the force.

"Y-you're going to ..."

Ahsoka was obviously nervous and she twitched when the naked emerald-haired spirit above her pushed against her body.

"I am", Morai confirmed and slid a leg in-between Ahsoka's.

Her hands found Ahsoka's breasts, again, and she kneaded them gently as she gazed at the Togruta beneath her.

"This is crazy!", Ahsoka protested, half hazed with blind pleasure.

"Yes, it is."

Morai kissed Ahsoka's neck again, thereby sinking a bit into the tender orange flesh.

Morai grabbed her struggling prey at the waist, and, using the force to keep herself up, pressed her back against the ceiling again, quickly working on getting a hold on the orange wrists. Then she kissed her.

They were still kissing when Ahsoka opened her eyes, a playful silver pair gazed back.

"You got me."

Morai smiled. Her lover's long Lekku were falling off her shoulders, before they both coiled lovingly around Morai's neck. Completely surrendering herself, Ahsoka let her lover press up against her, which she did, enjoying the soft warm body above her.

"This feels strange", Ahsoka admitted with a smile.

She still kept Ahsoka's wrists pinned to the ceiling and smirking as she started rubbing herself against her 'helpless' victim.

"It does", Morai agreed, returning the smirk, then lowered her voice, "But is it a good strange?"

Ahsoka smiled and kissed her again.

A significant amount of time passed.

Hours? Days?

Ahsoka didn't care. All she cared about was the passion that fused both floating lovers together.

Ahsoka giggled a bit at her own confusion. Up and down were meaningless, left and right kept changing from moment to moment. They bounced off the ceiling, then off the bed, crashed into some silly looking decor on the shelf mounted to a wall … and they kept spinning and spinning and spinning.

Morai was hugging her, grinding her warm, wet privates against her young Togruti prey and kissing her on the shoulder. And the orange girl, leaned back, pressing herself up against the soft body belonging to the pale Anzat.

They were hovering somewhere in the room — Ahsoka couldn't exactly tell where — both sweating, both grunting and huffing and moaning, both very, very excited.

"Rrrrr-ah! I'm getting dizzy."

The next time Ahsoka felt her shoulders touch something solid, she whirled them around and pushed Morai's shoulders against whatever it was she had touched.

"D-dizzy", she moaned, a bright smile on her face, then pressed herself firmly against the pale woman. Their breasts locked in an erotic embrace, she rubbed herself against her lover, sending sparkles from her crotch up to the very tips of her lekku.

She felt so lightheaded. The dizziness merged with the pleasure into an incredibly addicting mixture. So addicting,in fact, she missed where her lover's mischievous fingers were sneaking.

"What?! N-no! Not ageeeeeh!"

Ahsoka pushed off and jerked her head backwards, trying to get Morai's fingers out from between her lekku. But rather than let go, Morai simply pushed off the wall as well and followed. Twirling downwards, they crashed onto the bed.

"Hmmm … I love your little weakness … such a satisfying reaction."

Ahsoka moaned loudly. She pushed her hands up into Morai's breasts, trying to get her off, and shook her head wildly — to no avail.

"Yaaaaah!", she screeched, "It's unfair! Unf-aaah!"

She bucked up against her pale tormentor whom she loved so much, feeling the incredible pleasure seep into every fibre of her body, and Morai rode her, never letting up, rubbing her own crotch against the wildly jerking Togruta's leg.

"Oooh!"

Ahsoka shuddered. The world turned white, her body grew limp and her eyes unfocussed.

She felt Morai nibble on her neck. Sharp teeth pushing against her pulsating skin. A warm tongue licking her sweat. But she couldn't do anything. She just hung in Morai's arms and shuddered, moaning like an animal.

"Guh, u-unfair", she huffed when the world returned.

She had meant to sound more serious, but the gentle silver eyes smiling at her made it very hard.

"I think I win", Morai breathed, then kissed the still somewhat weakened Togruti girl. Ahsoka closed her eyes and let her, bringing up a hand to caress her conqueror's cheek and stroke through the beautiful hair.

"Cheater", Ahsoka complained when their lips parted again, but she was smiling,

Morai smiled and leaned down, nudging her nose against the younger Togruta's.

"You don't want to win the game anyway", she stated, "You are quite content being my little slave."

"I don't — ", Ahsoka started, then averted her eyes and blushed, "Maybe."

Morai put a hand to Ahsoka's chin and gently forced the young Togruta's head back up. Her gleaming silver eyes met Ahsoka's, but before she could say anything, the smirking spirit had already kissed her again.

Ahsoka kissed her back, closing her eyes, wrapping her arms and a leg around the pale woman. She felt warm and comfortable, as if the two females could melt into the mattress and just stay like this forever. She smiled.

Then, something happened that Ahsoka was not expecting.

Morai's verdant locks of hair began to grow even longer than they already were, and soon they were both veiled from the universe like a sort of cocoon, just as another orgasm tore through them.

Ahsoka giggled. "You wonderful lunatic."

Within the green cocoon of pleasure, Ahsoka hugged at the green-tinted darkness and was happy to feel her arms close around her unusual lover. Surrounded by all this hair, which seemed impenetrable, it started to warm up between them, the white body felt almost cold, and Ahsoka loved the chill their embrace sent through her nipples.

Pressing and rubbing against each other, their veil of green hair twirled and danced, like a larva that was about to hatch and sprout wings, more laughing than moaning as their flesh clashed. They didn't bother with touching each other in a particular place or in a particular pattern, anymore, their desires were base, primitive, simple: they wanted more of each other. And more. And more. And although occasionally, one of them would shudder in orgasm, neither of them was satisfied and they quickly continued. Until … it happened.

Ahsoka didn't quite know how to describe it, but as their bodies heated up they stopped feeling a difference between themselves, the boundary between their beings disappeared and their entities ... overlapped, they merged. The darkness melted them down and made them one, fused their very cores together. There was no hair anymore, no bed, no flesh, no room. Everything was darkness and they were the darkness, they were everything and they were one.

She was tired, and quite likely, it was simply their prolonged exposure to complete darkness messing with her mind, but she didn't care. It felt amazing and more satisfying than anything she had done before.

After a while, the illusion subsided and eventually ceased, and when it did, neither of them had any strength or desire to continue. Gently embracing each other, they simply floated through the darkness, never moving, never speaking, and enjoyed the simple act of existing.

They both sank into a dreamless slumber.

But before they both passed out, a single thought passed through Ahsoka's mind: Please don't leave me, Morai. Just please, don't.

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Raada, former Imperial farming colony (now barren).

The Grand Inquisitor stood in the smoking fields that had once been the pride of the farming moon of Raada and glared at the ground. Everything was gone, burnt from the surface as though it had never been built in the first place. By the time the Imperial Star Destroyers had arrived to provide backup, everything had already been in flames and the last of the traitors had fled.

And the Imperial officer in charge of the base could not give a report, considering his lifeless body was found with a blaster in his hand.

'At least the scum could never come back,' The Grand Inquisitor thought as he kicked at some loose soil. 'The Empire would show no mercy if they tried.'

The traitors were gone, the buildings were gone, the resources were gone, and the idiot governor who was meant to run the place was long gone. The Grand Inquisitor wished he had the assigned task of tracking down the man to exact Imperial revenge, but his talents were needed elsewhere.

The Jedi had done more than anyone expected. Not only had she trained the traitors to fight and helped them attack the settlement - twice - she'd had the ability to call in a large number of ships to help her. The Grand Inquisitor would have dearly liked to have been assigned the task of tracking her down, but that had also gone to someone else.

He hadn't come to Raada to follow someone's trail. he had come to see someone's work. To learn what she was capable of when pushed. To see how far she could go, would go, for her goals. In spite of himself, he was impressed. He had never razed a whole moon, even if it was a tiny and pointless one. There was something to be said for that level of destruction.

Moreover, one of his own kind had died there. He'd found the body, burned almost beyond recognition, but the Grand Inquisitor knew what to look for. The Sixth Brother had been bold, too bold it seemed. He had gone fearlessly after a Jedi and paid the price. The Grand Inquisitor would not be so reckless. He would channel his hate more usefully, be more measured. He, too, longed to kill his enemies, but he was not stupid. He knew the value of a good plan.

He turned and strode back to his ship. No one else had disembarked, and as he stalked through the corridor, his agents scattered out of his way. They were all afraid of him, which he liked rather a lot. They didn't know exactly what he was, only that he was implacable and cruel. His kind was new to the galaxy, a fresh weapon for the dark side to wield. His agents must follow his every order as thought the Emperor himself had given it. That sort of power made him feel very strong.

"Set a course back to base," he said.

He took his lightsaber off its mounting on his back and the rounded handle almost lovingly. it wasn't the first one he'd ever carried, but it was the first he'd borne in service of his new master, and he liked the viciousness of the design.

"And inform Lord Vader that we have found evidence of another survivor."

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Well folks, that was part 4 of this story.

Hope that you enjoyed. I'll have part 5 up as soon as possible.

Until next time, this is Grubkiller, over and out.