Treachery

Reaver Fett examined the inhibitor wires that bound Mara Jade above the floor of her small cell.  The young woman hung limply from the cris-crossing web of silver wires, her sensual mouth slightly open, her breasts pressing against the thin strands that trapped her body.  Mara still wore her black skin-suit, it was torn and scorched from the Dark Jedi's overwhelming attack.

Concealed by the scarlet battle helm that he wore, Reaver Fett gazed at the helpless Jedi with hatred.  The Jedi had murdered much of his family, shattered the holy Mandalorian Knights who had sought to depose the hegemony of the Jedi and establish a new order that benefited the sentients of the galaxy who could not manipulate the Force for their own selfish ends.  Now only a few Knights survived, living as bounty hunters or mercenaries, condemned to lives of dishonor and squalor.  Reaver had struck the first blow against the return of the Jedi, he would not stop until all of the Jedi were dead and the galaxy was free to choose a path that was not dictated by some nebulous Force.

Hatred burned in Reaver Fett's veins, but as he regarded Mara, lust swelled within him as well.  The Jedi bitch was comely, with her sleek, fiery red hair, milky white skin, and curvaceous, lithe body.  The inhibitor wires around Mara hummed softly as Reaver Fett drew close to her.  The Mandalorian Knight reached up and touched Mara's left cheek, then shifted his gloved hand to the zipper of her skin-suit and slowly peeled the garment open to the woman's waist.  Reaver Fett brushed open the folds of Mara's suit, her ivory cleavage tantalized the hot-blooded warrior.  Tentatively, almost reluctantly, Reaver Fett slipped his right hand into Mara's suit, enfolding her left breast with his gloved palm.  Mara sighed softly while Reaver slowly massaged her tit, his breath quickening as he stroked the bound woman's soft, warm breast.

Reaver Fett jerked his hand away from Mara when he felt his cock beginning to harden with desire.  He backed away from the dangling woman, panting harshly, his body flushed and trembling.  The Mandalorian left Mara's cell quickly, not waiting for the hatch to hiss shut behind his retreating form.

***

The Hapes Nova battle-cruiser flashed into Realspace and sailed forward propelled by a plume of blue fire.  The long, slender ship was instantly joined by over forty Battle Dragon warships, their dual saucer-sections revolving slowly as they shifted into position around the battle-cruiser flagship.

Brakiss stood upon the bridge of the battle-cruiser, the Righteous Rule.  The radiant, handsome Dark Jedi held his white-gloved hands behind his back and observed while Senna's fleet prepared to engage the royal forces deployed within the star system.

The female captain of the Righteous Rule marched up behind Brakiss.  "The fleet is in position, Master Brakiss."

"Tell our ships to hold."

"Aye."

Brakiss shifted his arms, clasping his hands before him.  The blonde Dark Jedi slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he summoned his anger, anger for the Jedi who scorned him, anger for his former master, Luke Skywalker, who failed to acknowledge his greatness, anger for Mara Jade, who refused to take the power that the Dark Side offered, that he offered.  Brakiss gathered his smoldering anger and fanned it into flame.  He let the anger and hate rage within his slim form, his alabaster skin warmed as the anger burned and swelled.  Brakiss could hear the Dark Side growl within his mind, responding to his hate, feeding it until a deafening roar seemed to reverberate out into space.

A darkness that blotted out the stars formed around the royal fleet.  Shadows, billowing like tendrils of smoke, flowed around the trembling royal Battle Dragons.  Flickers of blue lightning snapped around the helpless warships, shield grids flared when the tongues of Force Lightning caressed the royal vessels.  Brakiss's face darkened, the Force Storm around the royal fleet became more violent.  Battle Dragons broke out of formation, fleeing the growing conflagration, azure lightning bolts snapped from the shadow cloud and impaled escaping vessels, reducing them to flaming hulks.  Sweat broke out upon the Dark Jedi's intent face, the Force Storm became a wild, uncontrollable creature, devouring every warship within its reach, shattering armored hulls, cracking the Battle Dragons apart as a hungry man would open clams.

Brakiss snapped his gloved hands out and used the bulkhead of the bridge to keep himself on his feet.  He used his force of will to the limit, reining in the Force Storm before it completely escaped his control.  Reluctantly, the shadow cloud collapsed, dragging a few burning Battle Dragons into whatever abyss the cloud had come from.  Brakiss was breathing heavily, his body felt drained and incredibly weak.  He looked out the bridge view-port, smiling grimly with satisfaction as he regarded the ravaged debris-field that had once been a battle fleet.  Brakiss straightened, pushed away from the bulkhead, and turned slightly to address the stunned, ashen-faced captain of the Righteous Rule.

"Order all ships to destroy the survivors."

"A..aye, Master Brakiss!" swallowed the captain before she bowed low and rushed away to carry out the Dark Jedi's command.

***

A storm had blown in from the sea, releasing sheets of rain over the capital city of Hapes.  Jacen Solo adjusted the heavy cowl over his head and bent slightly at the waist so the rain would slide down his thick, brown cloak.  The young man returned his attention to his search for Mara Jade.  The Jedi Master had been gone for several days without word, Jaina was worried, but Jacen had told his sister to stay with Tenel Ka and guard her while he hunted Mara Jade down.  Jacen's first day of searching around the estates of the Fountain Palace had been fruitless, the Jedi Knight could not sense Mara, Brakiss, or any kind of Force disturbance.  Expanding the parameters of his search, Jacen shifted his hunt to the large capital city, alternating between walking and renting repulsor-craft, stretching his Jedi senses to the limit for any sign of the missing Jedi Master.

Striding through the steady downpour of rain, Jacen came to a stop near one of the city's star-ports.  The brown-haired, young man recognized a familiar resonance in the Force, it emanated from the port terminal.  Jacen jogged down the path that led into the mushroom-shaped port building, he walked quickly through the milling crowds, senses alert for the familiar resonance.

"Jacen!" called out Anja Gallandro from a long line of disembarking visitors.

"Anja!" grinned Jacen, throwing back his damp cowl and walking forward to meet the lovely, young woman.

Anja broke away from the line and hugged Jacen tightly.  Jacen became very aware of Anja's scent with his right cheek pressed against her long, dark brown hair with its distinctive honey streaks, he backed away and smiled to mask his unease.  "What are you doing on Hapes, Anja?"

Anja reluctantly stepped away from Jacen and brushed a strand of honey-hued hair from her strikingly beautiful face.  "I cashed in on the station that I found, so I thought I would do some traveling, see some sights, relax on some warm beaches..."

"Hapes has plenty of sights," agreed Jacen with a nod.

"I got second thoughts after I heard about the civil war.  Things sound pretty bad," frowned Anja.  She entwined her left arm around Jacen's right and led him to one of the port's many cafes.

"Tenel has done a good job defending the core worlds, the war is mostly at a stalemate right now."

"You haven't heard the latest news then," replied Anja as she took a seat at a small, round table.  A serving droid rolled by, Anja ordered drinks for herself and Jacen, then returned her intense gaze to her friend.  "One of the rebel house fleets has broken through the royal perimeter, they're heading straight for Hapes."

"How?" gasped Jacen, his eyes wide with shock.

"A few observers said that some kind of storm destroyed the royal fleet."

"Brakiss," snarled Jacen.

"You and your sister are going to have your hands full with him."

"Mistress Jade is here too, she could fight Brakiss since she is a Master as well, but we don't know where she is, she's been gone for days," sighed the young Jedi Knight.

"Pretty convenient," remarked Anja, sipping from her cup.

"A Mandalorian Knight attacked Tenel and me not too long ago, I have a bad feeling that he may be behind Mistress Jade's disappearance."

"If anyone could take down a Jedi Master, a Mandalorian could," agreed Anja.

Jacen took a long drink from his cup, he rubbed his forehead, fatigue made his vision blur for a moment.  Anja watched Jacen carefully, she reached out and took his free hand.  "You look tired."

"I've been spending a lot of time searching for Mistress Jade, I don't have time to rest," sighed Jacen, flashing Anja a wan smile.

"You can't track anyone if you're asleep on your feet.  I've got a nice room nearby, what do you say to a good meal and some company?"

"Okay," grinned Jacen, squeezing Anja's hand.

***

Jacen and Anja didn't get past the first bottle of wine.  Jacen sat relaxed upon a long, soft couch while Anja sat on his lap, stroking his firm chest, nuzzling his neck and hair with her moist, violet lips.  Jacen raised his hands and combed them through Anja's long mane, he rubbed his crotch between the young woman's legs, he slid the tip of his tongue across Anja's warm throat.

Anja tore open Jacen's brown tunic, lowered her beautiful face and licked the young man's nipples.  Jacen moaned, running his right palm down the curve of Anja's spine, cupping her tight ass and squeezing it.  Anja gently bit one of Jacen's nipples before she kissed his panting lips hard.  She took Jacen's left hand and guided it into her blouse, she moaned inside Jacen's mouth when she felt his hand tighten around her flushed right breast.  Jacen tugged Anja's blouse off her slender shoulders, he kissed the top of her left arm, then lowered his lips to her large, left nipple.  Anja bit her lower lip while Jacen sucked on her tit, his tongue caressing her engorged nipple, making it shiver with pleasure.  As Jacen sucked Anja's breast into his wet mouth, the young woman opened his trousers and thrust her right hand inside.  She found his hardening cock and began stroking it energetically, his warm prick trembled within her grasp.

Jacen wrapped his arms around Anja's thin waist and pressed his face between her quaking breasts.  Anja arched her back, groaning while Jacen slipped his tongue across her chest, saliva gleaming upon her smooth, light brown flesh.  Anja sat forward, crushing her tits against Jacen's face, then tilting his handsome face up so she could kiss him long and deep. The woman ran her fingers through Jacen's short, brown hair over and over while she sucked on his mouth, her tongue probing inside Jacen's throat.

"I want you inside me," purred Anja over Jacen's wet lips.

Together, Jacen and Anja positioned his cock against the lips of her shaved pussy.  Anja shivered when the fat tip of Jacen's pole slipped into her damp hole.  Jacen's hands disappeared into Anja's tight, black breeches, clutching her ass, his shaft advancing further, drawn into Anja's squeezing sex.  Anja hugged Jacen's neck, her cleavage pressed against his mouth as she put more and more of her weight onto her lover's crotch.  Jacen's cock stabbed deep into Anja's belly, she moaned into his right ear and held him tighter, thrusting forward with her pelvis, impaling herself on Jacen repeatedly. Jacen's hands shifted within Anja's breeches, he stroked and tugged upon the young woman's buttocks, her flesh was creamy and hot.  Anja and Jacen kissed roughly while they humped and held each other, Anja's shapely hips rolled gracefully, Jacen's pelvis thrust up with the smoothness of an oiled piston.  Anja moaned softly against Jacen's grasping lips when she felt his cock grow inside her, swelling with his cum, ready to burst within her belly.

"Should I pull out?" groaned Jacen as he stared up at Anja with lust-glazed eyes.

Anja stroked Jacen's sweat-soaked hair, she bit her lip when Jacen's shaft stabbed deep into her shuddering vagina.  The young woman rubbed her nose over Jacen's.  "Fill me, Jacen."

Jacen squeezed Anja's luscious ass and didn't stop pumping between her slim thighs.  Anja buried her pretty face within Jacen's hair, her stomach clenching, her thin arms clutching the Jedi Knight's neck as he engorged within her honey-soaked pussy.  Anja panted sharply, she pulled back to stare into Jacen's warm, brown eyes.  She kissed Jacen, held onto his lips with her mouth while he stabbed into her cunt one last time, his semen blasting into her belly, then flowing out of her pussy to dribble down her lean thighs.

Anja showered with Jacen, then ordered the exhausted Jedi Knight into bed.  Jacen fell asleep instantly, his face relaxed and still slightly flushed from his orgasm.  Anja lay on her left side facing Jacen, she gently brushed at his damp hair, shifted her body so she lay close to him, the heat of his sleeping body warming hers.  Sighing softly, Anja rested her head near Jacen's heart, she snuggled against him, the rhythm of his strong chest lulling her to sleep.

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