Ebon Hawk, Hyperspace
T3-M4
The little droid booted up from its power cycle recharge. Setting off about its new daily routine. Performing a list of maintenance checks around the ship. The droid maneuvered around its fellow crew still adjusting to their roles, and the high number of passengers its Master had brought on. The one its Master called Fleets gave the droid a small wave on his way to the cockpit.
The friendly Twi'lek the Master was found of was busy at work crafting a security spike, "Hey there little guy! Already up with the rest of us, huh. You got a second to check my work?" The two had bonded over building them during their trip. The droid quickly tested it against a quickly generated firewall, and deeted happily that it had worked.
"Thanks little guy!", Mission gave a thumbs up as T3-M4 went about its way.
T3-M4 had enjoyed working on the Ebon Hawk. It was a wonderful ship that offered new discoveries all the time. The number of custom upgrades its previous Masters had installed were a joy to work through. In the garage it found where the gruffer human, called Ordo, had taken residence. Spending his time talking of old war stories with its Master as they worked on the swoop bike. Skirting by his big stomping boots T3-M4 gave a warning chirp.
"Watch that tone with me droid. I've squashed bigger assault units than you."
T3-M4 dooted a particular strong response that made him bark a cruel laugh.
"Tough talk there. I hope you got the mettle to back it up." It didn't care too much for the mercenary, but through him it had met its Master. So T3-M4 considered itself a little thankful to the man.
Interfacing with the ship's computer the droid began speaking with the onboard personality of the Ebon Hawk.
[T3-M4] 0628: {Begin Communication}- Good morning \(• •) {Run
Diagnostics}
[E.H] 0628: Hello T3-M4, {Executing Request}
Fuel levels holding steady.
Hypderdrive engine requires minor adjustment to Power Flux
Connector T-50V
Artificial gravity fluctuations within nominal parameters of 0.00003%
to 0.00005%
Life Support is nominal
{Inquiry-Subject: New Ship Captain}- Previous Captain was a terrible
pilot. Prone to indulging in narcotics while piloting. Will the new
Captain be similar?
[T3-M4] 0628: {Answer}- No.
{Statement}- Ship Captain just enjoys sex.
[E.H] 0628: {Acknowledgment}- Noticed on security cameras multiple
times during voyage.
[T3-M4] 0628: {Observation}- Organics are stimulated driven beings. Ship
Captain, very much so.
[E.H] 0628: {Declaration}- As long as stimulations do not interfere with
my flying. I do not wish to crash due to organic distractions.
[T3-M4} 0629: {Vowing}- You are a very nice ship to interface with. I greatly
enjoy keeping you operational. I will do my best to keep Ship Captain
focused on not crashing you. v(^ ^v)
[E.H] 0629: {Sarcasm} My Hero.
The droid trilled happy to have found such a good ship to work on. Behind it the droid's Master patted its dome affectionately, "Making friends T3'?" T3-M4 booped a positive tune.
"Well of course the Hawk is going to love having such a handsome astromech work on it. You know what you're doing." T3-M4 felt like its circuitry might overload from all the praise.
"Just keep up the good work. This is one helluva ship we found ourselves."
"Hell is a fine way of describing it.", the Jedi quipped as she approached them. Over the duration of their trip T3-M4 had noted her appearance was becoming increasingly less primmed. Its Master noticed the same thing, "Still having trouble sleeping Bastila?"
"Like you're having trouble wearing pants.", The Jedi grumbled. Taking issue with its Master's lack of wardrobe.
"Why?", its Master snapped the tiny black strings of her underwear resting on her hips, "It's too early for pants, and I'm not doing any maintenance work right now."
The Jedi pinched her brow, "You possess an insufferable logic, but yes, I'm still having trouble sleeping. It's been very difficult to gain any rest with how active the ship has been. You know how in tuned we Jedi are to our surroundings." T3-M4 didn't understand, but it wasn't designed to understand organics too well. It wasn't built for human-cyborg relations after all, but its Master seemed to understand.
"Oh, oh!", The two shared a look the little droid didn't recognize, "I guess I'm at fault then. You should have told me earlier Bastila. I can go a night without sex."
"Can you? I highly doubt it.", Bastila sighed, "I'm sorry that was rude, but thank you. A night without any disturbances will aid me greatly."
"No offense taken, I'm a self-admitted addict."
The Jedi crossed her arms, "Addiction is the right word. I'm amazed you've been able to accomplish so much."
"It's a hell of a motivator to not die for one.", Its Master winked. Bastila's mouth was a thin line unamused at the joke.
"We can't get to Dantooine fast enough."
Dantooine, Jedi Enclave
Quatra
They had been so engrossed with each other that the two Padawans hadn't even noticed her intruding on their illicit affair. Juhani had missed their planned meeting, so she came looking for her, and discovered more than she wished. She'd walked straight into a room drenched in the smell of sweat and overpowering sex. Leaving her senses so stunned that all she could do was watch for a moment. Looking at the lewd act of two women lost in savoring the taste found between their legs.
Quatra didn't dare risk a single breath. Afraid it would be heard over the concert of their moans. Somehow noticed through the tight clenching thigh muscles around each other's ears. Her body had a physical reaction she long thought had been trained away; Her nipples began to ache as they stiffened up under her robes. The old forgotten throbbing brought Quatra out of her stupor. Using her command over the Force she erased herself completely from any sense and made her escape.
Hurrying out of the training room, she quietly closed the door behind. Just as she allowed herself a chance to breathe again, Master Zhar appeared. Heading straight for the room where both their Padawans were fooling around. Casting aside her Force Cloak it was like she materialized in front of him. The Jedi Master didn't react at all to her sudden appearance. Merely raising a brow as he asked, "I was looking for my Padawan. Have you seen her?"
"I believe I saw her in the archives a moment ago. I'm searching for my own right now.", She lied effortlessly.
"Ah, the reason you made yourself invisible then. Very well, I will search there for her. Thank you, Master Quatra. May you also find your own student." Zhar's trusting smile gave her pause. He left for the Enclave Archive where it would make sense to find Belaya. It's where she should have been. With her noise in a datapad instead of…
'Why did I do that?' She thought conflicted about what to do. Juhani and Belaya had always been close friends, it wasn't unusual for even Jedi to form close platonic, if not almost romantic, relationships but that had been pure carnal lust.
She could still feel what was going on in the room behind her. Her body was growing embarrassingly aroused. Like she was a hot-blooded youth all over again. The Knight wanted to find some privacy to sort out her thoughts. However, she couldn't risk someone else walking in on the two Padawans. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, and not acknowledging the unfamiliar sensation of wetness between her own legs, she controlled her presence in the force. Throwing it far down the hall before bringing it back, amplifying it so that even the least sensitive novice would notice it.
One would have to be deaf not hear the clatter of the two Padawans scrambling on the other side. It was comical in a way. She had to fight the urge to smile hearing one of them fall over the other. Their shaky limbs are still too numb to rely on. Franticly fixing their clothes and throwing a cleaning droid, by the sound of a loud crash, on the spot they had made love. She gave them just enough time before it seemed like she had just arrived at the door.
'Please, please don't obvious.'
Raising her hand to the door it was opened before she even touched it. Juhani blocked her off from seeing too much, but her disheveled appearance was enough to distract on its own. The top strap of her vest was finally strapped down, but the middle one had been forgotten in her haste. The leggings she wore had been yanked up so much they dug into her crotch, presenting a perfect outline of it as it soaked through. Her fur was spiky and wild like the lie she gave, "Master! Sorry I was carried away in my friendly sparring match, and lost track of time!"
Quatra used her many years of diplomatic skill to give nothing away, "You're beginning to form a bad habit, Padawan." The double entendre had the intended effect. Juhani's mouth formed a thin worried line. "After you bathe off this stench, you will show up promptly to my room. We've much to discuss. Is that understood?" Juhani didn't balk under her reprimanding tone. She stood straight with her shoulders back. The worry of being caught gone now, replaced with hardening eyes.
"Of course, Master. I will not keep you waiting a third time today."
She didn't like the way Juhani was looking at her. With a dark gaze that stayed on her eyes, but it seemed to take in all of her. Either Quatra had failed in hiding what she knew, or she was becoming the new focus of her own student's uncontrollable lust. Quatra knew she was beautiful. A finely aged Togruta with a mature curvy body under her robes. They were both predator species. Their words were polite, civilized, but they were judging each other with a more primal understanding. She saw it easily in how dilated Juhani's eyes were. The way that they flickered down to her chest. In the unsteady way she was breathing. Maybe Quatra hadn't been able to hide her own arousal, maybe Juhani just stopped caring about hiding her own, or she could smell her Master's arousal.
Quatra doubted that she could of course. Not with the way she could smell Belaya's overpowering scent coating Juhani's face. It was probably the only thing they both could smell right now, savory and raw of the flesh. It made her mouth water at the taboo.
"See that you don't.", she raised her voice slightly to be heard, "And Padawan Belaya, you're Master is looking for you in the Archives." The Padawan's voice sounded smaller than its usual self, "Y-Yes, Master!" Quatra nodded to her Padawan. Smoothly turning, she walked away feeling Juhani's eyes resting on her back.
Once out of sight she hid herself once more with the Force. Waiting patiently while they cleaned themselves up. Juhani left first, looking pleased, believing she had gotten away with it. Never noticing Quatra as she walked past her. The Cathar had undone her top strap once more. Letting her cleavage bounce with each step she took. Belaya came out a moment later, looking more properly put together than Juhani, but her robes were still looser than they should be. Still fixing her hair as she neared the corner where Quatra waited.
She wasn't sure if Juhani could be diverted off the course she was set on, but Quatra could not fail Belaya. The Padawan was incredibly gifted. After Bastila Shan had left, Belaya had come to take her place as the next promising future Knight. If she was lost to the dark side of temptations, it would be another great blow to the Jedi Order. They had already lost so many young Jedi to its influence. Quatra looked at the Padawan growing frustrated at the happy smile that she beamed with. The Knight would do her duty to rid it off the Padawan; to prevent her from suffering a future with so much heartache.
Quatra used her mastery of the Force to ensnare Belaya in her Force cloak. Erasing both from sight and hearing for a private conversation.
"May I have a moment of your time, Padawan."
Belaya nearly crashed into the wall springing away from her, "FU-!" The Padawan clutched her chest suddenly white in the face.
"Master Quatra! Sorry, I didn't see you-", She trailed off as Quatra grabbed her Padawan braid, "-Ma-Master?!" Quatra played with the symbol of Belaya's apprenticeship as she circled her. Letting the Padawan feel the full weight of her scrutinous observation. Belaya was shaking in place as Quatra studied her.
"Fix your uniform. You're making a mockery of our order."
"Y-Yes Master!", Belaya hurriedly adjusted her loose robes. Gulping at having been caught slacking, "Please forgive me. My sparring match with Juhani was-"
Quatra cut her off, "An exhilarating one, I know." She towered over the human. Belaya's lips began to tremble a little, "You…know." Quatra felt the urge to comfort the cute, terrified creature. She could see why her own student had been led astray. Quatra wanted to hold her, to quell all her fears, but she also wanted to hear her breathy moans again…
"Tell me, Belaya. How long have you two been acting like common Schuttas?", She slammed her hands straight into the wall. Pinning Belaya under her, trapped from running away now.
"You have such promise. Are you just going to throw it away to be used like a whore?"
"Master…", Belaya couldn't meet her gaze. Turning her eyes to the floor, unable to defend herself. Quatra sensed her fear…her embarrassed arousal. The Jedi was appalled by, "Even now?" She hissed, grabbing Belaya by her face. Squeezing it painfully so she had to look at her. Belaya's eyes were wet with tears, "I'm sorry Master. I…I can't explain it."
Belaya's body betrayed its devotion to Juhani. Totally disgusted, Quatra slapped the young woman, but it seemed to only abet her problem. Bringing a fresh blush on the stinging imprint of Quatra's hand.
"I can explain it for you easily.", Quatra drew a shaky breath, "You're damning yourself to a life outside this order. Indulging in these vices will only end in one way." The fresh hot sting on the palm of her hand ached finely. They were infecting her with their whorish display it seemed. 'This must be a trick of the Darkside…'
"I will say nothing to the council…You're young and are prone to the follies of youth…Now more than ever, such distractions will of course be at their greatest, but you must never from these attachments." She didn't want to lecture. At the moment she didn't want to be a proper Jedi Knight. Decades of intense self-control, rattled by one accidental intrusion. On the inside she felt like she was going insane. It would be so easy to just…
Quatra tore the Padawan's robes back open. Easy to do as they were still weren't properly tied. Jamming her fingers down between her legs where she would find a wet hot sex to play with. Belaya moaned happy to be abused by a real Jedi Knight. Sinking her long virgin fingers into a slutty pussy that welcomed them. Making the Padawan's hips buck into her hand unable to keep her voice quiet. All the while other Jedi passed by unaware of them. Deaf and blind to Belaya's attractive cries that made Quatra want to…
to…
"Go…Forget about what you've done with Juhani, and do not speak with her till I say you can. I will deal with her as I have with you. You can still be a great Jedi Belaya. I know you both can.", Quatra was horrified with her imagination. It had been so easy to imagine. She couldn't look at the young woman anymore. Now shaken by the reality of what would happen if she had been caught by anyone else. Letting Belaya run away with her tears silent, and unheard. Quatra buried her face in her hands. The power to stop her imagination was absent, and flashes of it continued to plague her.
'What am I going to do…What have I done already…'