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Jedi Stowaway Ch. 01

By: Yshomatsu



Because of the main character's age at the beginning of the story there are no sexual relations at all in this chapter; the main character becomes 18 before this chapter ends. Only time will tell what will happen to him as the story continues. 

All feedback is welcome, let me know where you'd like it to go but most importantly don't forget to point out how I can improve

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Young Achilles was found as a baby with an extreme connection to the Force. He had green eyes that looked like emeralds; he kept his blond hair cut short almost bald. His birthplace was kept from him during his training at the Jedi temple. The Jedi Masters treated him with slight caution, believing his life was shrouded in mystery. They had focused on patience, believing that they could mold him into their ideal Jedi.

It was going to be his 13th birthday soon; it signaled the last chance for a Master to call upon a youngling as an apprentice. If no one picked him by his birthday the youngling would be cast out of the Jedi order to be a farmer or some other non Jedi path on some unknown planet. 

Many days were filled with training, today marked the last chance for young Achilles. His last sparring session, the young boy could only hope A Jedi Master had come to watch him fight. Reaching out the young boy could sense many Force sensitive beings watching, but couldn't make out who they were.

Blindfolded; he held his lightsaber tight between his fingers. Focusing the living force around him, he reached out to feel his opponent. No doubt faced with another student hoping for a worthy Jedi Master to be watching him/her fight and impress. Their blade hissed through the air. Achilles barely had enough time to dodge with his thoughts distracting him. The heat nearly burned his skin; it came too close for comfort.

He listened intently for the sound of his foe's lightsaber, for breathing, the scrape of a shoe. Such sounds echoed loudly in the small training room of the temple. His foe was rushing forward motivated by irritation and fatigue, for the fight had been going on for quite some time. Achilles raised his weapon and rolled to his right as his opponent's blade slammed down into the floor beside me. The saber crackled and buzzed, the sound echoed loudly. Leaping back, Yshomatsu heard the sing of the lightsaber; his foe attempted another hasty strike.

Sweat trickled underneath Yshomatsu's blindfold, making his eyes sting. He tuned it out along with all feelings of his aching body. Allowing the Force to tune into every muscle, it moved through him. Giving him the agility and speed needed to continue dodging attacks one after the other. Achilles swung his blade up to block the next blow. Leaping high, somersaulting over his attacker's head, and thrusting his blade down where their heart should be.

"Aargh!" The other student howled in surprised rage. If they had been using Jedi Knight Lightsabers it would have been a killing blow. However apprentices in the Jedi Temple used training sabers set at low power. A blow from such a blade would only singe the skin. At the very worst they would need a healer to attend the wounds.

He could sense the Force flowing around him, within him. He could feel the living Force in his opponent, the dark ripples caused by their anger. Focusing all his might on holding back his own anger, Achilles assumed a defensive stance. They were trained to protect the weak but never to let anger fuel them. For long moments, he fought as if in a graceful dance, leaping away, dodging or blocking attacks, never striking.

His muscles ached. Sweat drenched his tunic. His opponent fought desperately, as though their life depended on it. His foe's blade hummed as it angled toward his throat. A touch there would signal a killing blow and he would lose the fight. Thinking this was his last chance to become a Jedi Knight, he gave in to his impatience and pushed forward in an aggressive attack. He could feel his foe's surprise and used their uncertainty to aim a sizzling attack.

Instead of waiting to gauge a response, Achilles attacked suddenly, nearly forcing his opponent to drop their lightsaber. He brandished his saber in both hands, swinging brutally. His foe tried to block a second time and fell back; their lightsaber switched off and skittered over the uneven floor out of reach.

Achilles posed his saber at his opponent's throat, the fight was over, he had won... He sensed disappointment from among those watching. He had given in to his anger and went against the Jedi code, their way of defense, defeating your opponent by tiring them out. Rather than how he had handled the long fight.

The next day Achilles had turned 13 and with the Jedi order busy at war with the Sith Empire, no Jedi Master had called on him to be their apprentice. The time for his judgment had come.

Achilles walked down the long hallway of the Jedi temple. On his way to the round table; the High council would decide his fate. The walls were decorated with long parchments, ceiling to floor. Boasting the Jedi Order with their symbol stitched into each one.

Finally after the long walk he stood before the massive doors. The last barrier between him and his future, the Jedi Masters within ordered the doors to be opened. The Masters had sensed the young Achilles approach long before he arrived.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled by the doors opening the moment he stopped before them. He wasn't well attuned to the Force yet, always worrying about the present. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room. All eyes were trained on him, making him feel awkward and out of place.

"Achilles," one of the Nautoian Jedi Masters spoke. He's an amphibious humanoid native to the Sabion area of Glee Anselm, a world of wetlands. They can breathe underwater and possess thick, rubbery flesh usually green and spotted, with webbed fingers and toes. A crown of long green tendrils that resemble smaller versions of a Twi'lek's in place of hair. These appendages are sensory organs that allow them to read pheromones, or the emotional state of those in their vicinity.

"It is with deep regret that I am to inform you, that no Master is available to take you on as an apprentice." Achilles let out a sigh of disappointment. "As it is the Jedi way, if a youngling is not taken as an apprentice by the age of 13, that youngling will be set on a new path out of the Jedi Order."

"But... I've trained to be a Jedi Knight my whole life, it's all I know!" The boy yelled back rashly.

"Giving in to that anger is not the Jedi way, young padawan learner," insisted the Nautoian Master, rising from his seat. "I am sorry but it is written in the Jedi Code, therefore it must be followed."

"No Master, I will not... I... I did not train my whole life to be a... a farmer." He continued to shout rashly without thinking. He looked briefly to his right, glaring out of one of the many open windows within the round room. He felt a slight tug as if the Force itself was calling out to him.

Another Jedi Master rose to speak, sensing much fear within the young boy. "You have trained your whole life to use the Force young man, and there are many ways to use the Force for good besides becoming a Jedi Knight." She was a Miraluka, a race sharing common genetic histories with humans, the main difference being that they are born without eyes. Wearing head dresses to cover their faces, with the help of the Force they developed the ability to see the energy that forms the world around them.

Achilles turned back from the window with a smirk upon his face, "I will be the greatest Jedi Knight this galaxy has ever seen." And with that he took off in a full sprint for the window. Electing a gasp from everyone in the room save one, a small, yet wise Jedi Master with green skin and pointed ears. For he alone foresaw what was coming and secretly was proud of the young boy. The old Jedi Master was part of an unknown species that many years in the future would be known as 'Yoda's Species.'

Leaping into the air into a summersault, Achilles reached out with the Force. His willpower latched onto a Jedi Master that sat quietly, closing the Force around the Kel Dor's Lightsaber. The Kel Dorian race had greatly developed extrasensory organs at the base of their skulls. Most had intense black eyes, but Force sensitive ones are born with silver eyes. Their skin could range in color from peachy orange to deep red. When off their gas filled homeworld they wore an antiox breath mask and goggles, without them the Kel Dor would suffocate. Achilles pulled the lightsaber to him before flying out the window, attaching the Lightsaber to his utility belt.

Wind gushed past him as he free fell from the high tower of the High Council. The Force flowed threw him with a white hot heat he never felt before. Guiding him down safely avoiding the passing speeders and shuttles, he followed the will of the Force. Achilles used it to twist his body around in the air, avoiding close calls until he sensed the Force telling him to focus on an approaching shuttle. He reached out to the shuttle's internal control panel, opening the side door, with the Force guiding his body into that opened space. He slid to a halt on his knees before being greeted by a blaster pointed in his face.

Quickly Achilles rolled backwards, kicking the blaster up on his way back onto his feet. Rising he grasped his newly acquired Lightsaber from his utility belt and activated it. He was shocked by its power, so used to the training sabers at the temple. Glowing bright the Lightsaber added an orange tint to the darkness in the room. He had a connection with the lightsaber's owner but the boy didn't understand what the feelings meant.

"What's going on back there?" called out a voice he could only assume was the spaceship's pilot. The man before him lowered his gun into its holster.

"It seems we've got a Jedi stowaway who so graciously slid on board," replied the man. "It's alright son, we aren't going to hurt you." Achilles took a deep breath trying to claim his nerves. The flight down had caused his body to go into over drive and he was now feeling the effects. His whole body was in shock. Slowly he lowered his defense, returning his Lightsaber to his belt before mumbling, "I won't go back."

Before relaxing the man closed the side compartment door. "No one's forcing you to do anything, my name is Nicholas Fury, a trooper on an important smuggling assignment with my friend up there flying." He pointed behind him to the cockpit. "His name is Anubis or at least that's what he insists on everyone calling him." 

"My name is Achilles; I have been training to be a Jedi Knight my whole life."

"It's nice to meet you, young Knight."

Nicholas took a moment to sit down, reaching over flipping a switch to turn on the compartment's lights. "What brings you on board, if you don't mind me asking?" The light shone in the room, allowing Achilles to see the Trooper's war torn face. Many scars and burns marked his right side; even his eye was damaged and glassy.

Achilles sighed lowering his shoulders in deep regret. "I turned 13 and no Jedi Master was available to take me as an apprentice. The High Council was going to send me off to be a farmer." Taking a seat in the far corner before continuing, "But, I refused and jumped out the window." Thinking to himself that the Force guided him here, he only needed to find out why. His body had finally stopped shaking.

Nicholas spoke up, "I'm sorry to hear that, however if you so choose it; you're in luck."

Puzzled young Achilles looked up at the man, "what?"

"We need another hand for our mission, we're on our way to the nearest spaceport in search of someone," he replied.

"I don't know much of the galaxy or the current war with the Sith Empire; I've never left the Jedi Temple until now."

Nicholas laughed, "Your connection to the so called Force will help us more than anyone else we could find. As for everything else, we'll teach you."

A wide smile filled the young boy's face, his path had been set before him, the Force didn't lead him astray, "I accept!"

"Welcome aboard the Arcadian Fist."

Five years later...

Achilles had learned much of the galaxy within the past five years in their smuggling missions for the republic. He had learned of the suffering war has brought around all the poor folk on many planets. Bringing them food and medical supplies, sneaking past the Sith Empire as best they could. It had been a few months since his 18th birthday.

Their ship was in Hyperspace on its way back to Coruscant, returning from a successful mission. Anubis sat back in his chair, feet up on the console. 'beeeep... beep...' A message was coming in through the ship's nav-computer. Anubis nearly fell out of his seat, completely relaxed; the sounds scared the living crap out of him.

Mean while in one of the ship's small compartments... Achilles sat cross legged in the center of the room's floor. In deep meditation, he hardly noticed the spaceship suddenly leave Hyperspace. He always found his center while meditating, a feat he strived to master even while in combat. Everything within the room was floating, circling him. Concern entered in the corner of his mind when the ship came to a complete stop. He sensed a slight disturbance in the Force. Then he felt it like a bee sting to his forehead. Startled he quickly rose to his feet, and everything fell to the floor with a crash as the compartment door slid opened. Nicholas and Anubis slowly entered the cramped space.

"We've got bad news lad," Anubis said. "I just received a report that the Jedi Temple has been destroyed and the Sith Empire has taken over Coruscant. They have forced the Republic to sign some Treaty." Nicholas' face was full of sadness, awaiting the young boy's response.

"What... That's impossible!" Shocked by the news, his legs all of a sudden felt like jelly, his knees buckling before he stumbled to the floor. Emotions flooded his mind, memories of all his friends, the Masters and their teachings. It was too much, too fast; Achilles' vision became blurry, struggling to breath.

Nicholas Fury rushed to the boy's side as he fainted. Grasping his head between his rugged hands before the kid bashed it on the metal floor below. "You had to just blab it out didn't you Anubis..."

Letting out a small chuckle, "I thought he'd take the news bad, but not that badly; ha-ha..." He couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

"The boy might have just lost the only people he knew growing up and you think it's funny? What the sithspit is wrong with you man! I knew you were twisted but damn." Anubis shrugged before leaving the compartment. He felt slightly sorry for his actions but was glad the boy didn't see it. Anubis dealt with death differently than most, reasons he wouldn't share with anyone.

Achilles had fallen into a deep trance his mind reeling from the news they had given him. Images came and went faster than his mind could grasp. Until finally settling on a memory the boy didn't know he had. A young baby with stunning green eyes was carried into the Jedi Temple by a hooded man wearing a breathing mask. Many younglings gathered around followed by a small Yoda like Jedi Master. The masked Jedi tossed a small golden orange crystal to the short green Master. 'Keep safe, this I will' Achilles could hear the Master say as if he was underwater, the sounds mumbled by the cloudy vision of his past.

The vision jumped to Achilles' departure from the Jedi Temple, realizing that the Jedi he stole his saber from resembled the hooded masked Jedi that brought him to the Temple. Perhaps it was no coincidence that the Force prompted him to take that Lightsaber in particular out of all those in the room. The orange color of the blade was the same as the crystal the masked Jedi brought with him. His focus turned to the small green Yoda like Master, who had a grin upon his face while Achilles dove out the window. 

"Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that I, train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose." He heard in his mind while gazing at the Yoda like Jedi Master. "Secret have for you, I do." The small Jedi Master closed his eyes and nodded, Achilles' spirit surged forward into the Master's mind. The boy was shown where that crystal was hidden within the Jedi Temple. "Return to find, you must. Learn the ways of the Jedi, you will." Better late than never he thought to himself.

His mind cleared, waking suddenly his body soaked with sweat. Attempting to rise out of his bed quickly caused his head to scream in pain. He fell back into his pillow while the room spun around before him. Nicholas Fury still sat in the room awaiting the boys return to reality. "We must go back to the ruined Jedi Temple; there is something I must get." The boy said to the battle hardened Trooper.

Hours later their ship entered Coruscant space... "Never thought I'd say this but. The Arcadian Fist is beginning her first stealth entry into Coruscant," Called out Anubis from his seat. Nicholas Fury tightened the straps to his armor before grabbing a blaster off his rack. Achilles already stood restless at the ship's hanger door waiting. His hands twitched with his 'borrowed' Lightsaber.

"I sense so much dark and evil. So many people suffer on the planet, it brings pain to my heart and there's nothing I can do about it." The young boy slammed his fist into the Spaceship's metallic wall.

"Easy now boy, this isn't our fight. We're to get in, get what you need and get out. That's it ok? Run away to fight another day, it isn't noble but rushing off and getting ourselves killed won't do any good." Nicholas stated the obvious hoping to calm the boy's nerves.

The com-link in Fury's helmet buzzed. "Nearing the temple, get ready," called out Anubis through the com-system. Achilles nodded, hearing the alert with aid of the Force.

The door opened, a vacuum was created as the two jumped out onto the ruined ground below. The Arcadian Fist flew off; they hoped no one was watching. "Lead the way, let's make it quick son," shouted Fury over the sound of their ship's engines. They made their way into the Temple, climbing over downed pillars, statues and debris from the nearby shuttle still lying in the center of the Temple's entrance. Hidden in the shadows a hooded figure with feminine curves watched the two explore the ruined temple.

He came to the spot he saw in his vision. He lowered to his knees before opening a hidden compartment.

Reaching inside he pulled out a pouch, it felt like there were more things within than just a crystal. Opening it up, he saw what looked like the many pieces to a Lightsaber. 'To be a Jedi, create your Lightsaber you must' he heard echo in his mind. A slight glow caught his eye; he reached in grabbing it between his fingers. It felt warm to his touch. Filling his heart with hope, replacing the fear and pain he felt. Looking up quickly, at a disturbance in the Force, "Look out!" he called out to Nicholas.

Too late

A hooded figure soared threw the air, sending out Force push with one hand. Nicholas was thrown into the air, mere moments later the hooded figure sent a burst of lightning from his other palm. Smacking Nicholas square in the chest, electricity spread out to his entire being before he let out a horrifying scream. The trooper's body slammed into a still standing pillar, splintering it to a thousand pieces before he crashed to the ground beside it, gasping for breath.

Surprisingly fast Achilles threw the crystal into the air, with the help of the Force it flew undetected by the hooded Sith. The dark Sith landed on the floor, turning to the young man about to say something... 'THUD' the crystal inserted itself into his eye socket, the lifeless body collided to the ground. Achilles recalled the crystal, wiping off the blood and placing it back in the pouch before rushing to Nicholas' side.


Jedi Stowaway Ch. 01



The battle hardened trooper shook upon the ground, still trying to regain control of his muscles. Achilles slid to his friend, placing hand over hand upon his chest. Closing his eyes, he summoned the Force to help cast out the lightning with what little healing he could. His head spun from the unpracticed deed, blood began to seep out his nose and ears. 

Suddenly his mind reeled with imagines from the temple's destruction. A Sith Master and Apprentice fought each other on this very spot. Their fight left a mark on the Force at the scene of their battle. Turning on each other amongst the battle between slaughtering the Jedi; a few of the council fled with the temple's younglings in the background. All of the important Jedi had been called upon to defend the Republic men going to the Sith Empire's peace talks, leaving the temple practically defenseless.

The Sith Apprentice Smacked his Master from behind, striking just below his skull. Stunned by the blow the Sith Master fell to his knees. The Apprentice took off his mask and hood, revealing long black hair. Achilles assumed wrong the Apprentice wasn't a man at all, but a stunningly beautiful female with high cheek bones and dark eyes. Activating her lightsaber and striking down her master, before the she fled the area. 

Unbeknownst to young boy, his attempt to heal Nicholas Fury had worked. The trooper rose to his feet, grabbing the boy and the pouch before pushing his com-link. "Mission complete get down here quick before more Sith show up," he said

"Roger that, be there in 2," replied Anubis.

Shouts could be heard from the other end of the Temple, it sounded like the hooded Sith was missed. Nicholas quickened his pace for the exit. The Arcadian Fist zoomed into sight just ahead, ramp lowering. He quickened to a sprint as the shouting intensified upon seeing their companion lifeless on the floor. Nicholas threw Achilles on the ramp, the pouch into the ship before turning while grasping his blaster.

A severely demented looking bald Sith Lord with burns and scars all over him was rushing towards Nicholas. Trigger finger went to town, letting off quick bursts at the approaching Sith Lord. With the trooper distracted, the raven haired woman snuck onboard the Spaceship.

Meanwhile on the Ship's ramp... Achilles was in another deep trance only this time it wasn't a vision of the past. He sensed the very powerful Kel Dor Jedi Master in trouble on a distant planet. He couldn't tell which one, he would have to meditate later and consult the star map in his quarters. Loud echoes sounding like someone screaming disturbed his thoughts.

"FURY GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" It was Anubis calling out from the cockpit. Achilles slowly opened his eyes, the world around him spun. Nicholas Fury below was firing his blaster at a Sith Lord getting closer by the second. The bald man dodged the bolts, reaching out with his hand. Nicholas was raised into the air, dropping the blaster while grasping at his neck.

Achilles shook his head, clearing the grogginess from his sight. He quickly sat cross legged, summoning all his concentration. Reaching out with both hands at different angles, suddenly the fallen blaster flew into the air smacking the Sith Lord square in the face. While simultaneously focusing the Force around Nicholas' body; the second the Sith Lord was hit, with the slight distraction Achilles pulled back with all his might. Snatching his friend out of the Sith Lord's control, once on board he hit the ramp controls. The ramp closed and their ship vanished from sight.

Hours later... Achilles floated quietly in his room, meditating cross legged, along with everything else in the room slowly moving within the small space. The room's star map was on flipping through all the star systems, while the pouch opened in front of him. All its contents came out and slowly assembled together. Using the Force he charged his first power cell, before aligning the powerful golden orange crystal into place. Once completed the Lightsaber came to his now out stretched arm. Grasping the saber, he turned it on. It's humming filled the room as he swung it around a few times, adjusting to the immense power compared to his borrowed Lightsaber.

The star map buzzed, having found what he was looking for. A decoded message sent out recently by the Jedi Master, stating his distress. Little under an hour later their ship was off in search of this Jedi Master, to aid the man he saw in trouble in his vision. 

Achilles sensed something dark within the ship in the back of his mind. But the concern for the Jedi Master clouded his mind and the thought went unnoticed.



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Jedi Stowaway Ch. 02



"Lord Montagu," cried out the Sith Apprentice cowering in fear. A ploy as she gathered all her strength into a massive lightning strike aimed at the flying Sith. Lightning stormed across the ever closing gap between the two, engulfing the Sith Lord. He continued his descent unaffected. He landed in front her while slashing a downward diagonal strike across her body.

The Traitorous Apprentice's body fell to the ground. Lord Montagu turned to face the boy who despite himself had fear written all over his features. "No boy will ever rise to threaten my Emperor," he yelled out with intense rage.

Achilles stood frozen in fear, the Sith before him towered at six feet five inches. His body massive with muscles the boy couldn't ever see himself having. His plan to keep calm had quickly been forgotten when the Sith Lord effortlessly cut down the Apprentice before him. The Lord was badly injured from the crash; blood was present covering his plated body armor.

Even with the Lord's handicap Achilles doubted he stood any chance. He would have to improvise and figure a way out. And he would have to figure it out soon because the Sith Lord was not going to stand around to chit chat. Lord Montagu charged forward with a slight limp, screaming as he let his anger fuel his command of the dark side.

Achilles rolled to the side; bring his blade back for a backward strike to the Lord's legs. Montagu easily parried the blow and continued his assault. The Lord towered over his opponent; Achilles would take advantage of his arrogance. The young Jedi tried to clear his mind and practice what he was trained to do. He entered a defensive dance, dodging and blocking his opponents' attacks.

He was being backed into a corner, the Star Destroyer rubble created a high wall that Achilles wouldn't be able to escape from. Lord Montagu let out an evil laugh as he pushed forward, giving Achilles no choice but to back up further.

Achilles almost panicked but at the last minute as if the force was guiding him. He turned towards the high wall and sprinted the last few feet. He allowed the force to flow through him. Upon reaching the wall he ran up it and somersaulted off. The Sith back handed him in mid air, sending him crashing into the ground. Being taller than your prey had its advantages.

Lord Montagu followed through with a downward thrust. Achilles barely rolled out of the way, the Sith's crimson saber burned through the young boy's outer robes.  Achilles rolled back onto his feet. His outer robes slid off. The Sith was already on top of him, bringing down his lightsaber. Achilles raised his own saber. The two weapons pressed together into a weapon lock. The young boy put all his might into holding back the Sith Lord. Both hands gripped his lightsaber's hilt, his knuckles going white.

The Sith leaded forward, towering over the small boy. He feed off the boy's fear. In his moment of glory the Sith Lord glared down. "You are no match for me, an injured Sith. You'd have no chance with my Emperor. One look into his pure black orbs would consume your soul."

"I already said, I'm not the chosen one," the boy screamed. Reaching out with the force he pulled his new lightsaber to his left hand and ignited it. He jabbed up at the Sith. The blade burned into the Pureblood's jaw. The Sith Lord cried out in pain as he jerked his head back. Achilles followed through with his extended arm and slashed for the Sith's face.

Since the Lord backed up a step the boys slash only skimmed across his face, burning gash from his cheek up and across his eye onto his forehead. The horrifying scream from the Lord sent a shiver up Achilles' spine. Caught off guard he took a kick to the chest and stumbled back.

Lord Montagu was growling in pain, his hand covering his face. The pure power of his rage created an aura of black evil energy. His remaining eye stared at Achilles with boiling hatred. The young Jedi's fear overwhelmed him as he ran off in the opposite direction.







Jedi Stowaway Ch. 02



The Jedi struggled but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't break free. The Sith Lord let out a howl of evil laughter at the sight. "You Jedi are weak excuses of warriors. You are no match for a Lord of the Sith," he yelled out. He returned his Lightsaber to his belt and extended both arms, arching out his fingers. Lightning began o crackle between his fingers as the Sith charged up his attack. He continued to laugh as the lightning grew into a bright light at the center of his palms. 

The Sith seemed to push forward with all his might, following his push the lightning flowed from his fingers. Lightning soared through the air as if in slow motion. It came ever closer towards the trapped Jedi whose hood fell from his head revealing him to be the young boy Devon.





Jedi Stowaway Ch. 03



A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. 

This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.





Jedi Stowaway Ch. 03



Moments after the two had escaped the Dark Lord Montagu; they had slid into the shadows. A green Rodian wearing the distinct military gear common among mercenaries entered the cargo hold. He was clearly inspecting the ship's ramp before they entered the planet's atmosphere. No doubt the ship's computer had told the crew their ramp was open. Shaere Learta pulled her young apprentice into hiding as he entered the ship; placing her open palm against his mouth mere seconds before the mercenary entered. The ramp's pistons hissed as it closed slowly.

Once the coast cleared she relaxed; releasing hold of her apprentice as she leaned back against a crate. Both Jedi were breathing heavily; relieved that they survived the encounter, yet still on edge. Shaere's long strawberry blond hair; which normally remained smooth and flowing, was now a complete mess. She did not attempt to fix it as her apprentice leaned into her side.

She let out a sigh of relief as she looked down at her apprentice through her tribal blindfold, for she was a Miraluka. Without eyes, she relied on the Force to see, and the aura her apprentice gave off stirred troubling thoughts. He was still young and struggled with his emotions; so she expected to see his conflicting aura. Yet she was unprepared to help him sort out his feelings. The Sith Lord had proven to be stronger than she expected; without her apprentice's help she would not be sitting here.

Shaere opened her mouth to comfort the young man when he spoke up. 

"We should contact the Arcadian Fist and meet up with them. If Montagu got that close to us once, surely he'll do it again."

"That would be wise. We'd have to sneak into the comm room." 

They discussed plans and started to sneak further into the ship. It wasn't a pretty ship, rusty and old. By the sounds of echoing voices the crew members were split between the mess hall and cockpit. Achilles hugged the wall as he quietly moved down the hall, reaching out with the force. He believed he knew where to go and slowly progressed towards it.

His master paid close attention to each mercenary's life force, making sure both they both kept hidden. They reached the comm room incident-free. Achilles reached out to his friends for help. 

*****

Nicholas Fury ducked low as blaster fire soared over his head. The large muscled man fought while covered in sweat; pain shot up his sore back. Sweat poured down his brow, threatening to drop into his eyes. He wiped the sweat off his scared brow; feeling the full extent of his mission as he bent down. A simple mission that turned sour real quick. 

Sith troopers had invaded a republic bank and the Arcadian Fist's crew responded to the distress call. It had just been a small squad, easily dealt with. Quickly the bank returned to Republic hands. Or so they thought. No one had expected a counter attack to their 'counter attack'. It had to have been twenty five or so troopers, with a Sith commander.

Blaster fire seared the wall behind him, flying over head as if raining hell upon his cover. The retired republic trooper silently cursed at himself as he checked his weapon. Rising to take a few pop shots remained out of the question -- too many targets aiming in his direction. All it would take is one lucky shot to end his life. Just when he thought all options were lost, a new hope screamed off to the side.

"Whoa, quite the fire works show you've got going on, sir." Beeping caught the vet's attention as he turned just in time to see two red lights fly through the air. "See how you like these apples, you Sith scum!" 

Two loud explosions shook the building as Omaj hulled his large cannon off his back. The sounds the weapon made were like music to Fury's ears. "Oh yeah! Take that you pathetic lackeys!!"

Nicholas laughed along with his old friend, as he rose to join in on the new chaos of the evening. Fury had requested the man join his crew a few months after the incident on Kashyyyk, and he never regretted it. Empire troopers fell left and right yet there were no signs of the Sith. His lightsaber could change their good luck in a heart beat. A blaster bolt sizzled inches away from Omaj's head yet the crazy man kept firing and laughing as if it had missed by a mile. He truly was insane! Fury on the other hand ducked down each time a bolt closed in on his location.

Several bolts bombarded his location as he hid down low. Fast moving foot steps approached him once the bombardment of blaster fire ceased. The vet's eye brows scrunched up as the realization hit him. Only one being would charge towards a defensive position during a fire fight. He spun around to face his comrade and rolled. He had fully expected a shaft of light to cut through his cover. Omaj had been too busy blasting away to notice anything amiss.

He turned expecting to see the Sith as he kept backing up. Yet the distinct red and black armor of the Empire's troopers was all he saw. The brave man rushed towards him with a vibro-blade. The old man looked at him incredulously as he braced for combat, ready to parry. A stray bolt ricocheted off the ground, striking his armored leg. The armor did its job and protected his leg but it still threw him off balance. The other trooper swung at him and he barely parried. A kick to his burning armored leg sent him falling to the ground. The knife swinging down to impale his chest.

Fury's head hit hard as he was thrown to the ground. The world blurred and he caught a glimpse of light reflecting off the knife as it plummeted down to end his life. So this was how it ended?

A loud blast caused his ears to ring. A rather large hole exploded from the Empire trooper's chest; smoke rose from the wound before the lifeless body fell back. Strong hands gripped under fury's arms and pulled, dragging him backwards.

"What'd you leave cover for, old timer?!" Omaj ridiculed him as he was pulled to safety.

"Got spooked out of hiding. Thought he was the Sith."

"Haven't seen the bugger, wonder where he got off to?" Said the man with a few screws loose in his head.

"Right here!" 

They both looked up as a man in black robes soared through the air towards them, crimson blade raised above his head, pointing down at them.

Fury rolled to the side as Omaj leapt back. The blade burned through the ground, sending sparks everywhere. The Sith landed with a roll and kicked fury in the gut; sending him sliding off with the wind knocked out of him. The blade raised and spun as Omaj targeted the man with his cannon. Crimson light sliced through the weapon like a knife through butter. The weapon twirled, filling the man's vision with red. His life flashed before his eyes within the twirling light of the lightsaber.

The ground shook violently and both men lost their footing. Debris fell from the ceiling, a large piece falling on top of the Sith. He had rolled out of the way at the last possible second however. Omaj lay upon his back and arched his neck to look above him. An engine roared outside the building and familiar metal came into view of the windows.

The Arcadian Fist!

"Let's go!" Echoed from the ship's external speakers. Both men rose to their feet and ran towards their ship; one of them with a slight limp. Anubis had always been notorious for arriving at the most opportune moment.

"So long nerf herder!" Omaj called back as they jumped through the bank's large window. The Sith responded with a frustrated yell as his prey escaped. His angry face hidden in the shadow of his hood.

*****

Once on board the ship took off for orbit.

Fury entered the cockpit and complimented his pilot for a timely rescue, before looking at him with confusion.

"Why are we leaving? Circle around and get back to the mission. We're not fleeing with our tails tucked firmly between out legs."

"Republic commandos are entering from the north end with a pair of Jedi. We've been tagged and congratulated for holding the fort for as long as we did, well as you did, captain." Anubis responded, looking over his shoulder.

"Oh, alrighty then."

Omaj burst into the room spraying curses left and right. "That bastard cut Betty in half!"

The other two men rolled their eyes. Betty being the name he had given his gun. The man sure loved his guns. He didn't linger long, most likely went off to polish his remaining stash of weapons.

As the spaceship cut through the atmosphere a flashing light on the dashboard went unnoticed. Another mission had been completed, or at least finished for them. Others would finish the actual mission. They had answered the distress call and saved the civilians. That's all that mattered to Nicholas Fury. Let others worry about landmarks and buildings. He reclined in his seat and got comfortable as the stars came into view. Space travel felt nice and relaxing, nothing but vast open space. Heavy eyelids began to close when at last he noticed the flashing light.

"How long has that been flashing?"

Anubis looked down and then shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure. Must have gotten a holo-call while I was rescuing you two lug nuts."

"Well, let's see it." Fury sat back up in his chair as Anubis nodded and pressed a few buttons.

A three dimensional hologram formed on the dash. The figure looked worn down and scared. It only took a fraction of a second to recognize young Achilles, the Jedi stowaway that had joined their crew for a few years. 

Three-seven--- their astromech droid--- rolled into the room as he went about maintaining the ship. The droid chirped and beeped as it noticed the hologram. Clearly the droid remembered the boy.

"Captain, we are in need of your assistance. Lord Montagu found us and we barely escaped his trap. We have snuck onto a ship called 'Starchaser' only to find it to be a mercenary ship. We haven't been discovered yet. I have activated my tracker and I hope this message gets to you before --" 

The message suddenly blurred and fizzled just as shouting was heard. The image of Shaere formed as she whispered into her padawan's ear. The shouting got louder and it was clear they had been discovered, the ship's computer no doubt alerting the crew of the holo room being in use.

Two large men in plated battle armor pushed the Jedi just before the hologram closed down, ending the call. Mercenaries! It was clear that Shaere had told nineteen year old Achilles not to fight back. There were advantages to hiding your identity while out in space. People let their guard down when they didn't realize they were dealing with Jedi. Had they only been in their Jedi robes it wouldn't have mattered. But they had been traveling across the galaxy for a year and had been making subtle changes to their attire the whole time.

"Do you have a reading on his tracker?" The captain asked his pilot, getting a nod in response. "Good. Lock onto it and patch me into the grey order. Seems like a good time to call in those favors."

"Sure does, sir. Patching you in now." 

Disappointment quickly followed, however. Apparently the spaceport and the Republic bank weren't the only places hit by the Sith. The gray order's base on Hoth had been hit hard and the entire planet of Vosh was now under Empire control. The Grey Order was practically wiped out, the survivors calling themselves the Grey Remnants or something. It was all rather sudden and Nicholas didn't know how to handle it.

"Let's rescue our boy. Never should have let him leave the ship." The captain had blood boiling in his veins.

"At least he wasn't with the Order. He's a smart lad, he'll get through this."

Fury nodded, "Yes, yes he is. I'll go tell Omaj the news." The Grey Order had been a renegade Jedi master's creation. It was sad news to hear that most of the Order had been killed. 

The Acardian Fist had taken on smuggling runs for profit and didn't get to know too many of them. Yet it still stung that the Empire had delivered quite a blow to the Republic. Open war was inevitable but the Grey Order had openly stated having no ties to the Republic, meaning that by wiping them out, the Empire hadn't broken the Treaty of Coruscant.

The Arcadian Fist altered course and set intercept coordinates with the Star Chaser.

*****

Darth Montagu idly scratched at the scar across his face, a firm reminder of his hatred towards that boy! Fire burned in his heart at both the insolent Jedi whelp, and his own obnoxious master. His sinister master had the nerve of suggesting He wasn't fit to be his apprentice! The time had come for the student to become the master. The only question that remained, how?

"Excuse me, sir." A nervous crewman approached him at his command chair. 

The Sith Lord answered with an uninterested wave of his hand. 

The man took five shaky steps forward and saluted. 

"We've tracked down the ship called Star Chaser and alerted them of their stowaways. They have responded with confirmation of their new captives. However there were no mention of Jedi, just a boy and his blind mother."

The man looked like he expected to be punished for the information. Darth Montagu was after all known to rule with fear. 

But the news made him laugh.

"Clever boy, hiding in plain sight. I bet those imbeciles didn't even search the Jedi for weapons." A light went off in his head, and suddenly the perfect plan to fix both problems at once came to him. "Send them coordinates for Odacer-Faustin, and I shall alert my master of their arrival."

"At once, My Lord." The officer bowed and excused himself, moving off to follow his orders.

Montagu clasped his hands together and leaned back in his chair. The greedy vermin could be useful after all -- to give the boy as an 'offering,' and let them duke it out. 

The victor would no doubt be weakened, and would be easy pickings for Montagu to swoop in and finish the job himself. The thought made him laugh, a wicked and loud laugh. He couldn't help it. 

The entire crew, meanwhile, hunched over their consoles. They all hoped he wouldn't talk to them and completely thought him to be mad.

Shortly after he had the crew set coordinates for his master's base of operations. The muscles in his face burned from over use. It wasn't every day the man smiled. 

*****

Crimson blades clashes against each other as two figures dressed in black attacked with furious precision. Freezing winds threatened to lock up their body's movements. Their feet sunk into ankle deep snow with every step, making their sparring match more exhausting than it should have been.

Duran out weighed his counterpart by a good sixty pounds, all of it solid muscle. Even though the younger man would swear otherwise. He had broad shoulders and used the reach of his arms to his advantage. The snow was bunching up on his boots and lower pants, refreezing into ice chunks that slowed him down. Normally his bulk gave him an edge, but not in this climate.

After a few months you'd think he would have gotten used to it and adapted. That wasn't the case for Duran. It had been exactly the case, however, for his counterpart Nicter. A scrawny boy who made exercising look like an urban myth. 

Small and light, and with the aid of the force Nicter was able to stay above the snow, mostly. The one problem with his size; the cold wind seeped into his bones. It made him feel brittle. They had been sparring for a good half hour without either gaining advantage over the other. The sweat on their bodies were freezing and drawing out their anger.

The smaller of the two leaped into the air, spinning over Duran, intending to land a blow upon his back. Only to have the larger man turn his body slightly to the side; just enough for the blade to whiz by him, missing its mark by a hair.

Nicter hugged his legs against his chest with his other arm. Just before he intended to uncurl and land on his feet he felt a powerful yet invisible hand slam into his back, forcing him down into the snow.

The force move flattened his body, like a can full of pressure bursting open. With his body stretched out, the snow felt like a brick wall as he squashed into it. The first strike of the fight and it went to Duran. It should have been his! That daring flip should have caught the freezing lager man off guard.

Another figure moved slowly towards them, dragging her feet through the white snow. Sith women were more dangerous than you'd expect. Their size meant nothing. This one in particular. Built like a warrior, solid, tight muscles, without an ounce of fat on her. She had an intimidating presence and if she headed their way, there was a reason for it.

The long and cold fight would be left unfinished and unsatisfying -- until next time.

"The Master requests your presence, Duran," Orthia said, with a hint of contempt on her voice. 

The planet of Odacer-Faustin; a frozen wasteland with one dark secret. Home to a handful of Sith, in a rather large facility for a secret base. 

Darth Sparrowshock claimed the site after its previous owner had disappeared. The entire 'base' had been in ruins when he had arrived. There had been an explosion, yet no bodies. The records showed the location as a fully functional training facility.

There should have been dozens of bodies. Something bad had happened, but there were no answers as to what. Yet Sparrowshock couldn't care less. There was another reason for his claim on the site. It had everything to do with a selection of holo-recordings on the work that had been done here, in the shadows, in pursuit of a potion for immortality. 

As impossible as that sounded, it made sense, Dark science. Either research on the potion had worked -- or it had gone horribly wrong. Sparrowshock believed the latter. He had arrived several months ago and had begun reconstruction with a handful of 'students' he acquired from the Empire. His research had begun shortly thereafter. There were ten students in total, five males and five females.

One of those students had gone with his apprentice during the battle of Kashyyyk. She had returned badly injured by a Jedi. Sparrowshock had his doubts, Montagu had a temper like no other. It was more likely that he had caused the injury. She had a deep lightsaber burn from her left shoulder down across to her right hip. He had nursed her wound ever since and she still struggled each day.

Currently he had Rose strapped to a lab table. The Darth had concocted a new batch of the potion and he remained hesitant to use it. However the opportune moment with a dying test subject wouldn't last forever. It had been a miracle that she'd survived this long. A small amount of the possible death juice held within his hands. He stared at it and caused the liquid to whirl around in its container as he pondered using it.

The laboratory door slid open and in walked a snow covered Sith student; leaving a trail of water in his wake. 

"You.. Uh... Asked for me, sir?"

"Yes, I may have need of your assistance, if this goes poorly." 

Meaning he needed someone to dispose of a dead body. The task obviously beneath him. The injured woman on the lab table became too weak to fight against her bonds. It wouldn't be long before she died anyways. He might as well use the potion and hope against hope that it'll work as planned.

He had done alterations to the holocron's instructions. There'd be only one way to find out if he worked along the right track. The Sith Lord leaned in and forced the concoction down Rose's throat. The poor woman choked it down, and nothing happened. She appeared to have passed out, but her breathing remained heavy, as if she snored.

"Well that was anticlimactic." Sparrowshock sighed in frustration. 

There weren't any notes on how it worked. Mainly because it never worked as intended. It had been tested and a form of zombie plague unleashed. Or at least that's what he gathered from all the clues around the complex. The dark lord was about to leave the room when Rose's body began to have a seizure, violently shaking within her bonds.




Jedi Stowaway Ch. 03



The body thrashed around before both men rushed to her and held her body down. The Sith Lord wasn't sure if the potion had started to work; or if he had made a terrible mistake. Her bloodshot eyes shot open, staring with urgent need at Duran, hips bucking as she began to moan.

Darth Sparrowshock snorted before he caught himself. This definitely wasn't what he had expected from the potion he made. Her wound didn't heal, but she appeared to be horny. In a way it did appear like she wasn't in pain anymore. Yet she struggled in a different kind of agony. On the plus side it felt like the strength returned to her dying body as she pleaded wordlessly to Duran.

"Ignore her, boy!" He shouted, attempting to be heard over the woman's loud moaning. 

That was the problem with all these students. They lacked all sense and were victims to their own insignificant desires. Despite his warning the boy placed his hand down on the lab table, between her legs. It quickly became a humping post for her. The lord's face flushed red; just about to chastise the insolent little bastard when his curiosity overruled him.

With his interests peaked the older man released his grip on her upper body, smoothed out his robes and stepped off to the side. He intended to document everything. Perhaps the potion had worked and just needed some tweaking to offset some side effects.

*****

Duran couldn't believe the woman he had a crush on was deliberately humping his arm like a debauched slut. Her moans on top of it fueled his own lust, blood boiling within his veins. The room around him ceased to exist as Rose became his world. The outstretched arm of his became soaked by her wet pussy sliding up and down.

She hadn't spoken a word but her actions and sultry moans spoke for her. It felt like a dream come true to have her and he wasn't going to pass it up. His left hand caressed her soft skin just above her hips. A wave of pleasure caused him to sigh as he felt her firm muscles jump and twitch. Her body reacted to him in ways he had never dared dream.

Slowly his hand slid up her body. By standing on her left side his hand caressed untarnished skin all the way to her ample bosom. He shuddered and let out a breath he had not realized he was holding. The anticipation had been overwhelming and the reward felt amazing. Her firm breast made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

A hand gripped his crouch and he looked down flabbergasted. At some point the harness strapped to her wrist had loosened up just enough. Her hand worked his tool urgently. If he wasn't turned on before that point, he was now. In no time he was slightly rocking back and forth as if in a daze. 

Her legs were bound to the table but that didn't stop her from stretching them out. Duran watched with his lust quickly rising as her legs opened up. It was all the invite he needed! The bulky Sith student moved faster than the dark lord had ever seen as he tore his robes open and climbed up onto the lab table.

Shortly thereafter his grunts echoed throughout the small room as his thrusts began in earnest. Rose struggled against her bonds. Yet it appeared abundantly clear she wanted this; by the way her hips were bucking into him. Not to mention the sultry moans coming out of her mouth as her tongue licked her lips in a hungry way. It appeared like she was starving, for sex.

*****

Darth Sparrowshock remained quiet, and documented the astonishing event in front of him. He kept a close eye on her large lightsaber wound, as if expecting at any moment for it to vanish before his eyes. The scene carried on with Duran pounding away, yet the scar remained. The mere fact that Rose had energy and was participating meant that the potion had to have worked. An hour ago she had been on her death bed, struggling for each breath.

The dark lord wasn't a voyeur; particularly glad the young man's torn robes were blocking his view of his body. The last thing he'd ever want to see would be another man's naked body. He'd been so focused on the woman's wound that he didn't even notice her eyes. They were staring at him and they weren't a light shade of brown anymore. Instead a golden glow began at the pupil and expended until covering her entire eye.

Rose's grunts became more insistent, as if urging Duran to finish. His own grunts became more labored as his thrusts slowed but increased in intensity. His climatic scream startled the dark lord and brought him back to reality. The scar had not improved at all on Rose's body, yet she lived.

Duran's arms and head hung motionless as if he had lost consciousness; yet had remained on his knees. At that moment the dark lord looked up to Rose's face. The sexy grin she was giving him involuntarily caused a stirring in his loins. Her bright golden orbs gave him chills as his documentation of the event halted.

Motion from Duran distracted him as the student turned his head. His eyes had the exact same golden glow but looked past him; as if he wasn't even there. Rose bucked Duran off of her and continued to fight against her bonds. The large young man fell off to the side.

It appeared as if the strength within her had returned. The tight bindings began to tear. The sound of the four straps ripping echoed around the room. One by one they snapped and Rose sat up, her grin stretching to impossible length. The look she gave the dark lord made him feel like helpless prey staring at its demise.

Shaken from his resolve, the dark lord decided to abandon the experiment, and quickly fled the room. The woman bolted after him just like a jungle cat when their prey decided to run. The dark lord used the force to speed up his escape and managed to exit the room first and slam his fist down on the large red emergency button. The laboratory door hissed as the blast door instantly closed. 

A necessary device for all labs, now sealed tight with no way out. Sparrowshock let out a sigh of relief just as multiple bangs came from the sealed door. It would appear the experiment didn't like being trapped. The dark lord looked through the small blast window and was surprised to see Duran bashing his fists against the door.

Rose on the other hand just stood there, staring at him while caressing her body; as if attempting to worm her way into his thoughts and have the door opened that way. The dark lord let out a laugh at the foolish attempt and hit another button, this one being a safety precaution for contaminated labs.

Poisonous gas erupted out of several vents and quickly filled the room, blocking off all sight. The dark lord waited and watched the gas vapors swirl around the small window. For a moment he considered hitting the release button but his thoughts were interrupted.

Fast moving foot steps headed his way. Scorp came around the bend, sweat running freely down his face. It looked like he had been searching all over for the dark lord. Once the young man found the Sith he stopped mid step and leaned over, catching his breath.

"Sir, there's a ship coming into the atmosphere!"

"Yes, I know. The Star-Laser, I believe. My arrogant apprentice alerted me earlier."

"Chaser actually, sir."

"What?"

"The ship, it's called the Star Chaser."

"Oh who cares about the semantics, boy!" 

The dark lord glanced back through the laboratory window and decided to let the failed experiment marinate in the poisonous gas. By making a gesture with his hand they turned and headed for the small--- no doubt frozen--- landing platform. 

They arrived at the platform just as the large rust bucket descended towards the pad. Three of his students were already standing at attention at the edge of the pathway. Scorp took his place next to Orthia, Lilith and Pergus and stood in formation, at attention. 

Sparrow stood at the center of the four students, his frustration peaking. Montagu had said he'd return in time to meet this band of mercenaries and deal with the Jedi himself, yet he was no where to be found. Not surprising.

The snow dust settled from the landing ship as the ramp opened with an audible hiss. The dark lord looked up with little interest as a female clad in armor walked down to meet him. She had a grim expression on her face, like she had bad news. Just great, Sparrowshock thought to himself, exactly what he needed, more distractions. The woman made a nervous half bow before speaking.

"We had the bounty in our holding cells and somehow they cut their way out of the cells and are hiding somewhere on board. Our escape pods are locked down, yet we haven't been able to find them." For a bounty hunter, she appeared pretty scared.

Sparrowshock derisively said, "You didn't disarm the Jedi before locking them up? How foolish do you expect me to believe you are?" She'd be lucky to leave with her crew intact.

Orthia chuckled as the pilot's face paled, and the dark lord gestured with his hand at the students.

"Jedi? We weren't told they were Jedi!"

The four students made their way into her ship.

"It's too late for excuses! Your ship and crew now belong to me."

She drew a blaster. "You can't do that! We're contract workers, you don't have the---"

A crimson blade sliced through the weapon she had pulled from her hip. An electric shock shot through her whole body from his special weapon; locking up her nervous system as she fell down to her knees. Her cries for help were cut off as the pain overwhelmed all other senses and soon found herself blacking out. 

The dark lord stood there watching her body fall unconscious to the ground. His dual bladed lightsaber held out in front of him as electricity pulsed around the blades of light, small static shocks shot out of the ends. His own creation, a blade imbued by his own Sith lightning. Foot steps began to echo from behind him as the rest of the students showed up on the scene.

Nicter and Ciara gathered the knocked-out pilot into their arms and carried her off, leaving Pattie and Nace standing at attention. The dark lord turned to them and held his anger in check before giving out orders.

"Make sure no one leaves the ship after the crew has been detained!" 

They both saluted as the Sith sheathed his lightsaber, returning it to his belt. With his mind distracted by the experiment he followed the two dragging the mercenary woman back into the complex.

Once inside he paced back and forth as one by one the rest of the crew was brought into the cells. Orthia gave the dark lord a grim shake of the head. The Jedi weren't found during the search. He sent the three students that had delivered the ship's crew back out to search again. The fit warrior princess led the way with Lilith and Pergus trailing behind.

Screeching bells and alarms suddenly went off, echoing loudly throughout the building. "Security breach, security breach sector twelve!" A robot voice screamed into their ears.

"Sir, that's the laboratory." Nicter said as he scratched his chin.

The dark lord stared through him with contempt, "Nicter, go activate the assault droids and perimeter defense. We're on lock down!" He turned to the last student in the room. Ciara felt a chill as he commanded her to remain and guard the prisoners.

The Sith student didn't bother to salute. He ran off at once to carry out his orders. They had been on location for months without anything interesting happening and now shit began to hit the fan. Sparrow was about to rush towards the lab but decided against it. Instead the older man turned and headed in the direction his student had just run.

The dark lord stormed into the control room, startling Nicter. "Bring up my apprentice on the holo comm."

"Uh.. Y-yes, right away." The young man stuttered, having been focused on activating the droids. As he went about following yet another command, the dark lord turned to the security cams and brought up the laboratory.

A hologram of a Sith pure blood formed behind him as Sparrow watched the thick laboratory blast door leaking gas fumes. The door appeared slightly bashed, yet not enough to see inside. With his interests peaked and nothing to see he reluctantly turned around to face the holographic likeness of his unruly apprentice.

"When you arrive I want your cruiser to remain in orbit with patrol ships circling. I want you down here asap and have a detachment of troops at the ready."

Darth Montagu struggled to hide his excitement, believing the Jedi to be causing havoc on the planet surface, just as he planned. His master didn't give off any clues to confirm or deny his assumptions. He decided just then that he'd take more time to arrive, but didn't tell the old man.

The security droids descended down the hallway like a flood until they came to a cross roads. The walking tin boxes split down both hallways, half going towards the laboratory and half going towards the landing pad.

The dark lord watched the monitor as the droids approached the lab, his apprentice completely forgotten and never noticed as the hologram closed and vanished. His full attention was on that cracked blast door. The droids fanned out into formation in front of the door, as they were programmed to.

Darth Sparrowshock gasped out loud, giving Nicter a start. The heavy blast door blew off its hinges without warning, slamming into two droids with crushing velocity. Before the door impacted the droids a figure shot out, covered in gas vapors. The form's features were masked by the gas but it obviously had been Duran.

The first line of droids went down before they knew what hit them. Duran slashed out as if he had claws and tore at the metal humanoids. Blood smeared their ruined bodies as the man's fingers tore their metal casings to pieces. He attacked with such ferocity the dark lord wondered if the former student felt the pain in his fingers.

The Sith master soon got his answer as the second line of droids opened fired on the man. Several bolts missed their marks as the man moved around quickly from one droid to the next. However three lucky shots landed square on his chest, leaving smoking holes behind. Duran never even faltered and kept destroying droids as if he had been one himself.

Before long the endless ranks of droids were thinned out and Duran stood alone, looking eager for more. His muscles bulging from over exertion, yet he wasn't even breathing heavy. The dark lord couldn't tell if he even was breathing at all. But he did notice the smoking holes and wondered how it was possible for the former student to be standing at all. His golden eyes stared off at nothing as if awaiting for unknown orders.

The dark lord's gaze turned back towards the laboratory's open doorway. All he could see through all the gas vapors was the silhouette of Rose standing there with her hip cocked and her hands on her waist. He couldn't help but think something went terribly wrong with the experiment. 

He called out without turning from the security screen, "Nicter, send more droids to the detention block and warn Ciara she is about to get company." The form of Rose came out of the gas-filled room. Her head tilted menacingly towards the camera. The gas vapors slowly dispersed, giving her the appearance of a goddess entering the world of man.

Rose's lips curled up and stretched unnaturally wide. Suddenly Duran screeched in an ear piercing cry and lunged for the camera. Sparrowshock watched as the feed was cut off. Static filled the screen.

The dark lord frantically switched between other camera feeds nearby, searching for them. He stopped flipping between the feeds suddenly, when he spotted Scorp speed walking down the hallway, as if in a panic.

"What's he doing away from the ship?"

Nicter yelled back at the dark lord, "Sir, the droids have intercepted the two Jedi at the ship!"

Sparrow replied without any real interest, "Have them engage. Shoot to kill."

The student on the monitor came to a sudden stop, more like slid to a stop. There wasn't any time to deal with the Jedi, he had a real problem ahead of him. Duran entered the video feed, slowly walking up to the other student. He heard the exchange, though he had to ignore all other sounds just to hear it.

Scorp attempted to question his fellow student. "Hey man.. What's up with your eyes dude?" 

But his question didn't get answered. Duran ignored him as he kept on walking. The larger man reacted as if he wasn't even there. Scorp's head turned, following the other as he passed by. His head shot forward again, eyes opened wide and jaw fell to the floor.

The subject of his vision came into view of the dark lord, her hips swaying with each step. As if the woman had hit a switch, her sex appeal had ramped up. The dark lord watched as she licked her lips, staring at Scorp like a piece of meat. She slowly--- almost agonizingly slow--- moved towards her prey. Her hands caressed her naked flesh teasingly as her amble chest jiggled with each step.

Duran paced back and forth nearby, as if on guard.

After what felt like an eternity to the dark lord--- he imagined it felt like longer to Scorp--- Rose pressed her body against the young man's and ran her hands up his arms. Both men were transfixed and the dark lord felt his body react to the scene playing out on the screen. He had to shake his head to clear the cob webs that had formed and physically stopped himself.

As Rose's hands reached Scorp's shoulders she violently pulled down, ripping his clothing down to his waist. The young man stood there speechless, as if completely under her spell. No student lacking a sex life could say no to an aggressive woman like that. Her right hand pressed into his skin and lowered into his clothing. Her left closed around the back of his head, pulling him into a wet and greedy kiss.

It looked as if his body melted into her as he slumped into her embrace. The hand within his pants moved rapidly.

She pressed into him, guiding his steps back against the wall. With him trapped against the solid surface her left hand ripped his clothing further, releasing his member. She didn't waste any time as his member escaped the confines of his robes, lining him up with her sex.

Scorp gasped out loud as the head of his throbbing erection entered the tightest, wettest hole he had ever felt. Her hands scratched up his sides; causing his whole body to tense up in a mixture of pain and amazing pleasure between his legs. There was nothing he could do but lean against the wall and receive the best sex of his life.

Soon his grunts echoed down the hall as she bucked her hips violently against him. Rose humped him so fast the young man could hardly catch his breath. At some point--- don't ask the dark lord when--- his hands had risen to grip the lovely swell of her firm ass, a cheek in each hand.

Sparrow could see Scorp's expression and couldn't help but imagine he felt a tingling in his loins as his eruption approached. It all happened so fast, he could tell the student wished it would never end! His wish however would never come true as he screamed out in pure bliss.

The dark lord watched on with amazement as the student screamed out and his eyes lost focus as a gold light appeared deep within and expanded until it covered every inch of his eyes. The light intensified until it was just as bright as the others.

Rose dismounted Scorp and watched as his body slummed down against the wall. The stunning woman wiped the sweat off her glorious body and turned to continue walking down the hallway, joined shortly thereafter by both young men.

No words were spoken by any of them. The dark lord's brow had begun to sweat. He couldn't help but think he had repeated a terrible mistake. 

*****

Two beings hid within the rusty walls of the space ship called Star Chaser; meditating to keep their heart rates down. They had allowed themselves to be captured all the while hiding their true nature from the mercenaries. A quick mind trick kept their lightsabers from being detected.




Jedi Stowaway Ch. 03



The two remained in their cell for hours, acting scared and helpless. They waited with the kind of patience only a Jedi could have, feeling with the force for the opportune moment. Shaere kept close watch on the ship's crew with her special force sense of sight.

The two men on watch let their guard down, and the Jedi master took full advantage. She leaped to her feet, lightsaber flying out of her robe's sleeve into her open palm. The green blade came to life and melted the prison bars. With a small circle cut the two Jedi charged forth, padawan following the master.

The force spoke to them in ways they couldn't explain to a non force-user. Eventually it lead the two Jedi into a hiding spot the crew didn't even know about; in the ship they hijacked and commandeered for themselves. They remained hidden there for the remainder of the flight, keeping their presence masked.

The large rust bucket entered a planet's atmosphere and landed. The first thing the two Jedi sensed was not something they wanted to feel within the force. They had spent the past year running from one menacing Sith Lord. Whatever planet this was didn't have one Sith, it had eleven! All of which were closing in on their location. The Mercenaries had flown to a Sith base for crying out loud!

She whispered into his ear, "It's time for another lesson, my young padawan learner. Take a deep breath and focus on becoming invisible. Completely mask your presence in the force, block yourself from prying minds." It was the ultimate lesson she could teach him, or at least the one she felt was most important for him, what with being on the run constantly. 

He did as instructed and she watched the force aura around him through her cloth covered eyes. His presence faltered, appeared brightly and then--- with a sigh of relief from Shaere--- vanished from her 'sight'. He truly proved to be a fast learner. She felt pride for her apprentice and knew at that moment that he would grow to outshine her and many others she knew.

Time crawled by as they felt the Sith rummaging through the ship, searching for them. Eventually the ship's crew had been escorted away and only two Sith remained. At first the Jedi master thought it would be a trap and wanted to wait a little longer. However Achilles was sweating, struggling to hold his concentration.

He still had much to learn. What he had to focus on was more along the lines of his body's capabilities. Rather than the knowledge and practice of his skills. He was still young, facial hair hadn't even thickened yet. His body's abilities would steadily gain more power as time went by; allowing him to fully use the knowledge within his head.

It appeared time to move from their cramped hiding space. Shaere moved silently through the ship just to find the cockpit had been disabled. The power nodes were removed; leaving the ship dead on the landing strip. They'd have to find another way off the planet. Achilles walked up beside her and glanced out the windshield at all the snow covered land.

"What planet are we on?" They both moved to the navicomputer and activated it. "Odacer-Faustin, how convenient."

"Why? What's convenient about it? I've never heard of it."

"It's the location of a secret Sith base someone told me about, before the man hunting me cut her down."

Achilles briefly remembered his encounter with her and the effect she had on him. He would have gotten excited at the memory if it hadn't been tarnished by Darth Montagu. The large man bursting through the ship debris screaming like a beast from nightmares. It still kept him up at night. The truth was he couldn't even remember what the woman had looked like. Sad right?

"Concentrate my padawan, you're losing grip on your presence. We must strike before our presence is discovered, and there are only two Sith guarding the ship at the moment." Shaere could sense the boy nod at her before his presence once again faded completely.

Silent beacons of light shone from the ship's landing ramp, twirling in the air, blurring the space around them. Two Sith students below reacted instantly, spinning with their own crimson blades coming to life. Orange and green blades clashed into red with a echoing hum.

The two Jedi appeared as polar opposites to their darker foes. Their features calm and focused as the sith's were snarling, angry and chaotic. Achilles proved the most agile as his two blades spun around, twirling and flipping along with his body. The scrawny boy he faced could hardly keep up and was on the defensive, blocking every strike but unable to press his own.

Jedi Master Shaere on the other hand found her opponent quite impressive for a lowly student. The young woman was crafty and drew the older woman into a trap. Shaere believed herself to have the advantage and pressed forward, walking right into the Sith's clever bluff. The student feigned a weak defense; spinning around and striking a narrow gash into the Jedi Master's shoulder as she lost her balance, leaning forward too far.

Achilles felt his master's pain and gathered the force as he flipped over his own opponent. In mid air he disabled one blade, returning it to his belt. His blow with his other blade had been blocked as expected. Which gave him the time needed to hurl a pile of snow through the force with his other hand.

Shaere's left hand left her two handed grip to press against the painful gash. The next powerful blow almost knocked the lightsaber from her hand. The woman grimaced in pain, expecting the next blow to end her life. Yet it never came. Instead she heard a wet splat and watched the force aura of the Sith woman tumble over, slipping on ice, off her feet to land painfully on her ass. The Jedi master retreated back towards the ship's ramp.

The pain In her shoulder thankfully numbed to a light sting. Achilles had somersaulted in front of her, intent on finishing the downed Sith. A noble effort cut short by the other student's blade intercepting his. The Jedi's response reactivated his other saber and slash the Sith boy across the chest.

Achilles smiled as the boy screamed out. The blow wasn't deep or life threatening but it hurt none the less.

"Nace!" A voice called out from the building, distracting the Sith from defending himself. The hilt of Achilles' weapon bashed into the student's face. Darkness mixed with red filled his vision as the Sith fell unconscious to the snow covered ground.

The woman recovered, doing a kip-up, flipping from the ground to a standing position. She yelled back at the new comer, "Scorp, go get help, now!" 

He snarled but reluctantly nodded, turned and ran.

Two orange blades clashed with the remaining crimson blade. The Sith woman's hair was wet and plastered to her face thanks to the large snow ball Achilles had thrown at her. An echoing of metal foot steps came from the building as the two force users fought each other. The Sith attempted to pull the same move on the younger Jedi, by feigning her defense and expecting him to lurch forward too wide as his master did.

However he felt the bluff in the force and countered by spinning low with both blades. She jumped into the air, bringing her blade down only to have him rase one blade up to intercept hers while the other closed in on her hands. At the last possible second she released her grip on the weapon as the orange blade cut her own hilt in half.

The Sith student's feet hit the ground and she rolled backwards as her robes flowed back over her head. Only to slice the clothing to pieces by his orange beams of light. Just as Achilles moved to press his attack; hundreds of blaster bolts flew towards him. The security droids had arrived. 

Shaere had recovered just in time to join him in deflecting bolts in a tight circle defense with their blades.

The Sith known as Pattie summoned her counterpart's blade to her hands and activated it. With too much blaster fire she didn't feel safe rushing into the thick of it to reengage her foe. The droids closed in, spreading out onto the platform as they excited the building.

Achilles suddenly lunged forward, flying through the air to land within their ranks. His twin beams of light unleashed hell on the metallic humanoid walking bolts; cutting through their bodies like a heated knife through butter. Countless droids fell to his relentless attack. His sweat began to freeze, chilling him to the bone. Exhaustion set in as he felt his attacks slow.

More droids exited the building, flooding the landing pad like locusts. There were simply too many. His master had remained pinned at the ship's landing ramp blocking countless blaster bolts. It didn't look good, even with the large pile of destroyed droids he had created. They had to retreat and both of them knew it.

Achilles sliced through two more droids before leaping back into the air, landing in a roll behind his master. They both quickly ran up the ramp and hit the controls, closing the ramp. An echoing hiss filled the chamber as the hydraulics released.

The droids never ceased fire and the enclosed hull thundered the bombarding fire into their ears. It began to hurt as their ears began to ring and temporarily lose hearing. The ramp's metal began to glow bright red as it heated up. Without the ship's shields to protect them, the ship quickly became an oven. Sweat poured from their bodies, quickly soaking their clothing.

The irony of going from an ice bucket to an oven in a matter of seconds hadn't been lost on young Achilles.

******

It was like watching a nightmare play out for Darth Sparrowshock. The potion for immortality appeared to have worked. Duran took several blaster shots in the chest and it didn't even phase him. However the side effects would appear to be no self healing and a loss of ones self. The 'drug' appeared to be passed on by climax as it consumed the person's free will.

Rose's personality had completely changed and it looked as if she'd became the 'queen bee' as the others mindlessly followed her around. The dark lord watched on with amazement, and feeling helpless to stop it. His efforts to destroy the failed experiment had failed. Now the man watched from a safe location as the 'Golden eyes' wondered the halls.

He watched as Rose converted a fellow student of hers. Scorp hadn't put up a fight because there'd been no threat, per-say. A friend seduced him and most likely gave him the lay of his life. The threat came afterwards during the young man's moment of euphoria. If blaster bolts weren't life threatening; what would lightsabers do? Clearly the difference between a small hole and a missing limb would have meaning.

They were heading for the detention block, as if they could smell the presence of flesh. If they made it to the cells unchallenged, the dark lord would have a real problem on his hands. 

The entire remaining supply of droids were dispatched to intercept them, with orders to focus fire on Duran. He already had been shot several times. If they could be stopped with blaster fire he wanted it put to the test. The dark lord kept a close eye on them with the facility's security cams.

The three golden eyed former students walked into a blind spot and didn't reappear on the next cam. The dark lord leaned forward and quickly flipped back and forth between the two feeds. The droids arrived in front of the detention block and prepared for an ambush. A line blocked the main doors while others filled two hallways, blocking all routes besides that which the three golden eyes were walking down.

Rose walked into line of sight of the droids and struck a pose, staring directly into the camera over head. Once again that glorious body attempted to seduce him as if she could see through the cam all the way to him.

The droids didn't fire, since they were programmed to focus on Duran. In the corner of the dark lord's eye he could have sworn he saw a scrawny form sneak past the line of droids. However the second he looked away from Rose, Scorp was no longer there. He found himself struggling to take his eyes away from Rose for too long and felt a wave of pleasure when he looked back and saw her smile. The woman wormed her presence into his head and effected him in ways he couldn't understand.

A loud screech echoed from behind Rose and the large form of Duran launched toward the droids. Blaster fire filled the air instantly from every direction as the man closed the distance to fight them. With the distraction Rose slowly walked towards the large doors to the detention block, as if immune to the blaster fire.

The dark lord had been too focused on watching what he hoped would be the demise of Duran to care about the events carrying out within those large doors.

Scorp indeed had snuck inside and walked up to Ciara with a disarming smile upon his lips. She didn't have any time to question him before the blaster fire louder echoed, hurting her ears. Instead of activating her lightsaber the woman clasped her hands over her ears. Moist lips covered hers, catching her off guard and by surprise.

The ringing in her ears quickly fell to the back of her mind as his kiss became more insistent. Ciara had had a crush on Scorp for the longest time without the self-confidence to pursue him. Now that his lips were mashed against hers she found her knees to be weak and leaned into him.

The world around her ceased to exist as Scorp torn her robes open and the cold air met her skin. Warm hands quickly followed and caressed her skin. The weak willed woman began to fall backwards, dragging Scorp down with her. He attempted to hold her up but gravity took hold of them both before his arms circled around her body.

By the time Rose calmly walked through the doors the two were laying on their sides humping each other vigorously. The glorious woman paid no attention to them, instead heading right for a cell. She ripped open the lock and with an odd sounding creak, the door opened.

Inside, a scared and confused Rodian was curled up in the fetal position, shaking. Rose took two steps into his cell when a stray blaster bolt ricocheted past her, striking the Rodian's head. Rose continued on to the next cell, her expression never changed. She reacted as if the Rodian had never been there in the first place. She offered absolutely no reaction to his death, just simply moved on.

The next cell had two male Mercenaries that were too eager to forget the trouble they were in. It only took a sultry look from Rose before they leaped to their feet and ran to her open arms, completely ignoring their captain's shouts.

The captain's warnings went unnoticed by everyone other than Scorp. The scrawny man's golden eyes turned towards her. A wave of unwanted desire coursed through her body, causing her to shiver and blush. Now she understood how helpless her crew was to the golden eyed woman. To her horror, the guard the scrawny man fucked into submission now had the same glowing eyes staring at the rest of her crew.

Both prone bodies climbed to their feet and closed in on their prey. Ciara tore open three cells and rejoiced as all those within rushed to her. Scorp closed in on the mercenary captain as she backed up to the far wall of her cell, her body threatened to betray her mind as the unwanted desire caused her pussy to moisten.

Meanwhile, outside those large doors, Duran had valiantly fought against the endless tide of machines. His body, riddled with smoking holes. The dark lord watched with amazement as the fight slowly burned out of him. Yet even with half of his body destroyed he still pressed on, although sluggish. The droids had pulled back, creating a small ring of distance between them and the walking corpse.

Reluctantly the man kept snarling at them, turning from one to another, as if he couldn't decide which was closer. At that moment the dark lord noticed the only part of Duran's body that wasn't ruined or destroyed was his head. Sure there were burn marks and flesh wounds but all in all the skull remained intact.

He spoke without turning from the monitor, "Nicter, order a droid to place a bolt between his eyes."

"At once, my lord." 

In the next second a droid's mechanical arm raised, aimed and fired one shot. Duran's body had been too weak to react in time and took the blast square in the jaw. The large man's brains exploded out the back of his skull and the body fell limply to the ground.

"Those buckets of bolts have terrible aim, we'll have to fix that when this is all over."

"Sir, pardon my intrusion by asking this, but what exactly is going on? Why are my fellow students attacking each other and our defenses?"

The dark lord turned to face him, his features were hard to read. For a moment the young man thought he was about to be cut down for his insolence. Yet the older slim man didn't make a move for the weapon at his belt. He just stared as if contemplating whether to explain his secrets or not. After what felt like an eternity the man opened his mouth.

"You've heard rumors of the purpose this facility had before we arrived, I assume?"

"Yes, a large training base for the sith's future." Nicter's hesitation was clear in his voice.

"And?"

"A-and experiments on some type of super solider drug."

"Not quite. There is a Sith holocron here that holds the secrets to immortality. The only problem is no one has been able to unlock its secrets. The last Sith Lord that resided here failed in his experiment; and during his failure the entire complex and surrounding area was destroyed. I caught wind of it and rebuilt this main building with the cover of restarting the training operations. Hence a select few of you students being sent here to help rebuild." The dark lord spoke slowly. "My own experiment appears to have failed."

A red light began to flash on the console, alerting them of a large cruiser arriving in space.

"Just in time to act like he's saving the day." Darth Sparrowshock indicated towards the flashing light. "My apprentice sure did take his time. There's a loose Jedi he's meant to deal with." The dark lord turned back towards the monitor just in time to see the error of his distraction.

Multiple screeches echoed throughout the hallway, followed by several glowing eyes leaping out at the droids.

"Recall the droids at the detention block! Do it now!" 

But it'd been too late. The wave of zombie like beings washed over the droids with no remorse. Without their programming changed to target anyone other than Duran they stood there motionless as the wave dismantled them.

At the same time, in orbit over the planet, Darth Montagu ordered his cruiser to blockade the planet as he was instructed. However, against orders, he gathered a detachment of troops with him as he took a shuttle down to the surface. He intended to take full advantage of his master's weakness and overthrow him, becoming the master himself. 

The dark apprentice's shuttle landed on the frozen landing pad next to the Star Chaser. All of the droids were still firing upon the merc's ship; leaving its metal shell red hot, on the verge of melting. Pattie and Lilith were crouched on the ground, attending to Nace's bleeding face.

Orthia and Pergus greeted Darth Montagu as he descended from the shuttle. A hand full of troopers followed him out. After a brief report from the two students the Sith pure blood was caught up to speed. He learned that his master hadn't even faced the Jedi yet and had been off dealing with some other problem.

The young Jedi that caused him so much grief over the past few years had been trapped within the mercenary's disabled ship. This news boiled the man's blood. Orthia could have sworn she saw steam come out of his ears. With a quick shout the droids stood down, smoke bellowing out of their over heated rifle barrels. 

The red skinned apprentice angrily approached the smoldering ramp with intent to cut himself an entrance.




Jedi Stowaway Ch. 03



The crimson blade at his hip activated just as everyone jumped out of their skins. Several loud screeches and screams came from behind them, breaking the silence of cold wind blowing around them. The group turned to see at once familiar and foreign faces charge out of the building. A wave of unarmed and naked people with golden glowing eyes. They entered the freezing cold air as if they felt no pain and charged for the Sith.

Montagu didn't need the disturbance in the force to warn him of the trouble heading their way. It seemed quite obvious to him that the few faces he recognized were no longer allies. Their faces were mixed with anger and lust. The red skinned apprentice didn't know how to think. But defending one's self didn't require much thinking, now did it?

"Open fire!" 

Both droids and troopers reacted to his order. The droids did so without hesitation, having no remorse or feelings to object to firing on those that were once allies. The troopers fell in line soon after. The only thing worse than fighting an unknown foe; dealing with an angry Sith after disobeying their orders.

******

The Star Chaser had become a sauna, everything metal burnt if touched. Steam filled the open areas and hindered their light of sight. Their clothing had become soaked with the combined steam and sweat from their own bodies. Breathing had become harder as the temperature heated up.

The two Jedi slowly made their way to the cockpit, feeling their way through the steam filled air. Achilles wiped the window clean and peeked out, having to repeat the process every few seconds. Outside he saw a face he had hoped never to see again, Darth Montagu. He had injured the Sith in an act of self defense. Yet the man held a grudge and never stopped hunting him. It didn't make any sense!

It looked like they had no choice but to confront the blood red skinned man, as he approached the ship with lightsaber drawn and ignited.

Luck, however, appeared to be on the Jedi's side, the Sith were interrupted. Unknown forces charged out of the building towards the gathered force of Sith, droids and troopers. The young Jedi had to squint but he could have sworn he saw the mercenary captain among the--- naked?--- newly gathered crowd.

The oddest part of it all, were their glowing eyes. Achilles had never seen anything of the like before. He felt a shiver run up his spine, despite the intense heat within the ship. Jedi master Shaere squeezed in next to him to get a look herself. They both stared on with puzzled expressions.

******

Four more crimson blades activated and stood beside the dark apprentice, leaving Nace on the ground, still unconscious. No one knew what to make of the oncoming horde. Their naked bodies instilled both disgust and slight arousal. The Sith pure blood's anger waned slightly, despite the distraction. It all begged the question. Just what was his dear old master up to?

Did the old man suspect his plan to over throw him? Or had he been serious about disposing of him in favor of another apprentice?

His arm flexed; he rose into a fighting stance, the inexperienced students followed his lead. Yet they remained behind all those firing at the oncoming mass of people and watched as the droids were dismantled effortlessly.

The troopers on the other hand were dealt with in another way entirely. The naked women approached them with suggestive body language. The soldiers didn't stand a chance. First their firing stopped as they looked among themselves. The next thing everyone saw was their armor being removed.

One of the mercenaries closed in on Pattie with drool dripping out of his open mouth. The young woman swung her lightsaber and an arm went flying. Yet the mercenary kept advancing as if nothing had happened, closing the distance and ripping open her robes. The cold air bit at her exposed chest as her large breasts jiggled free. In response the Sith swung her blade low and severed his legs just below the knees.

The merc fell onto the stumps of his legs, placing his head eye level to her crotch. An odd sense of arousal flooded her thighs. She put up little resistance as the crippled man tore more of her robes and began to eat her out. It felt too good to put a stop to it. Those golden eyes staring up at her hypnotized her and calmed her mind.

It all happened so fast, one moment she'd been cutting the man up with her weapon and the next her lightsaber dropped to the ground, completely forgotten. She pulled his head into her sex.

Montagu moved to intercept and free the student but hesitated as two he recognized walked into view. Rose elegantly strode past the orgy of troopers and zombies on the ground. With Scorp in toe as if following his mistress. The man's head hung low and he kept close to her; while she pet his head like an animal.

The dark apprentice thought of questioning the naked woman with a long saver slash down her body from shoulder to hip. He had caused that wound and yet somehow she had lived. The look she gave him he'd never expected to see. Pure lust, written all over her face. He had expected hatred or at the least a thirst for vengeance.

She caressed the wound between her amble chest and licked her lips. He couldn't make out what her other hand was doing as those golden eyes of hers locked his gaze. The dark apprentice barely noticed as the edges of his vision began to blur, and his trousers began to tighten.

Pergus suddenly lunged forward between them, knocking Montagu out of his trance. Apparently the young man had thought she was looking at him as well. Perhaps she had been. Pergus charged at her, throwing his weapon to the wind and latching on to her inviting tits. She cooed and purred encouragingly while keeping her gaze locked on the pure blood. Her smile widened as she licked her lips.

Scorp disengaged from his mistress and leaped at Lilith and Orthia. The two didn't know what to do but kept their weapons held in front of them. They never had the chance to use them as the screeching man tumbled over the prone form of Nace. In an angry outburst, Scorp tore at Nace's flesh. The unconscious man didn't put up a fight as his body had been destroyed. In fact he luckily didn't feel a thing. 

For the first time in his life the dark apprentice felt true fear. A straight up fight was something he could handle. A grudge held against a Jedi whelp fueled his hatred and power within the dark side. Yet a seemingly unstoppable force that felt no pain, fear or anything of the like was another thing entirely. He frantically looked around for anything he could do to help. There were just too many of them.

The fact that the former student known as Rose still stared at him didn't go unnoticed. Yet Montagu refused to fall into her gaze once again. The entire landing platform had been covered in an orgy of the flesh. Everywhere he looked, one of his troopers or students were engaged with a golden eyed creature.

Grunting reluctantly drew his attention back towards Rose. Pergus eagerly humped into her sex as the woman stood there like a goddess, born to be worshiped. The dark apprentice struggled to look away. She just stood there, smiling at him. He felt like she knew he'd submit to her, sooner or later.

Another familiar face walked out of the crowd. Ciara moved towards them with purpose. Joined by Scorp as he climbed back to his feet, face covered in blood. The two advanced upon the remaining students, Orthia and Lilith.

One of them said with a shaken, scared voice, "Uhh, master!?" 

Montagu liked the sound of that. One day, soon. 

It took all his willpower to turn his head, as Rose beckoned him with her golden gaze. His body shook, brow dripped sweat but eventually his head turned. Ciara and Scorp were closing in. The two remaining students were struggling to keep their weapons held in front of them. Whatever effect these creatures had on the human body was affecting the two women.

"Nope..." The dark apprentice had had enough. He gathered the force around him for a large leap. He spared them one last look before shouting out one word and soaring through the air, "RUN!"

Lilith had been the one that called for help and had the strength to look towards the red skinned man. The look upon his face gave her the needed courage to resist. Just knowing that a powerful Sith like him had been scared; made her overcome her own fear that had kept her planted firmly to the spot. As he leapt into the air she followed suit and gathered the needed force for her own leap, soaring through the air just behind him.

Rose opened her mouth as if to scream but turned as her gaze never left the large red skinned Sith. He landed behind the orgy of flesh and she ran in pursuit. Pergus fell in line behind her, his eyes now glowing bright gold like a small sun. Many of the others followed as well, especially after Lilith fled. The two Sith entered the warmth of the building knowing full well that they wouldn't be alone. There'd be only one place to go, after his master.

Orthia on the other hand had been left behind. Her fit, athletic body trembled in the cold wind. An orgy continued behind the two golden eyes, advancing on her. Only half had left in pursuit of the fleeing Sith. 

Somehow the woman gathered the strength to turn and run, picking the only place available to her. Darth Monatgu's shuttle. As she sprinted up the landing ramp she realized there were still a group of troopers on board. She screamed for them to close the ramp but it was already too late. Ciara, Pattie and the mercenary captain were too close behind. The troopers stood motionless as the naked golden eyed women advanced towards them.

They never felt the danger they were in, even when it was too late. Orthia ran past them. Without knowing where the ramp controls were, she had no choice but to keep running further into the ship. Her plan, to lock herself into the cockpit. Then take off and jettison the cargo bay in mid air.

A good plan that had almost worked. She entered the cockpit and reached for the switch just as she was tackled to the floor. The student was violently spun onto her back. The two bright eyes that stared down at her chilled her to the bone. Scorp had caught up with her, having no other women to distract him along the way.

******

The Jedi watched the entire scene before them as the ship gradually cooled down. Neither of them knew what to make of any of it. In fact it was quite embarrassing to watch the orgy take place outside.

Achilles' only experience with sex had been that one moment when Rose had taken advantage of him. Although that moment had felt amazing he still wasn't prepared to stand and watch an orgy; with his master standing right beside him. She couldn't see the details he saw but it was quite clear she knew what took place.

He looked over at her as the groups split up, his face red and not from the over heated room.

"Think we should make a break for the shuttle also?"

Shaere kept her embarrassment to herself as she considered the options before them. "I do believe that is our best chance of getting off this planet."

With that decided they both made their way back through the steam filled ship, although walking out into the blizzard with soaking wet clothing would not be fun. The ramp's control panel had melted and wouldn't do them any good. Once they cut their way out this hiding place would be no good. A hard decision to make; leaving the comfort of safety for an unsure chance of escape.

If they had confirmation that the Arcadian Fist received their message; the two would have been content to remain hidden away upon the sealed ship. However, as far as they knew; they were stranded at a Sith base. A base under siege by an unknown disease or plague.

The lightsaber's incision on the ramp didn't take long, the beam of light cut through just about everything, just a matter of time.

The two Jedi jumped silently down to the ground below; their wet robes quickly freezing to their bodies. It made their movements sluggish and stressful. They could have made it silently to the shuttle if not for the ice cracking along their bodies with each movement. It sounded like a homing beacon to the golden eyed. Their orgy came to a halt as their heads all turned towards the Jedi at the exact same second.

There were few women in the crowd and luckily it appeared that the zombie men only had eyes for females. They all proceeded towards Shaere. The few women left tangled in the sea of men crept towards both of them.

Achilles summoned all the loose snow around him and mentally tossed it all at the approaching wave of sex crazed zombies. The effort kept him from moving and his master made it to the shuttle without him. She turned back to call out his name when a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. Ciara had descended the shuttle's ramp as she heard the commotion outside, her mouth drooling with desire.

The Jedi master spun out of her outer robes and tripped the crazed woman; causing her to roll down the ramp -- right towards her apprentice, who had the wave of zombies at a stand still with the strong gust of snow. 

She stood, at a loss as to what to do. The orgy hadn't noticed her, but a few male zombies on the edge of the wave were making their way towards her.

Achilles' efforts were put to a stop as slim hands grabbed his legs. He looked down to see one of the women he assumed had been a Sith attempting to remove his pants. The main force started to move once again; acting as if they had never been stopped. In only a matter of seconds the two Jedi were cut off from one another. Three more woman were closing in on him as he removed himself from Ciara's grasp.

He had no choice but to run the opposite direction from his master, towards the building. The ship would no longer serve as anything but a trap for him. Reluctantly he made a break for it and ran. The ice upon his clothing shattered and left behind a mist shaped silhouette of his body.

Shaere's decision was made for her as her padawan sprinted off in the opposite direction. She spun back towards the shuttle and crept inside, past the multiple people screwing on the ground. With the aid of her force sense she had been able to get past unseen and before the outside ones climbed the ramp. She sealed the door to the cargo bay and proceeded further within.

Commotion up ahead caught her attention. Within the shuttle's cockpit, the Sith woman struggled to free herself from a horny zombie. The fit woman elbowed her assailant in the face and used the force to throw him back. Sparks flew as the body landed on consoles. The Sith wasted no time; escaping the room and sealing the door behind her.

Orthia spun around--- her robes torn, exposing one breast--- and almost ran into Shaere, whom was recognized as a Jedi instantly. Lightsabers activated as she pounced forward, engaging the Jedi with rage. The Sith huntress didn't allow herself to think, only to react to her instincts. Red clashed with green, spun and twirled around them.

They danced within the small hallway allowing all their pent up stress to be expressed and released through their attacks. Orthia proved herself to be a strong opponent but in the end she had been just a student after all. The only thing that protected her from death was the fact that her foe. A Jedi; the guardians of peace and justice didn't kill for no reason, even though the act would be proven in self defense at this moment. It was the main reason the Sith were winning the war. Had the Empire's forces not been fighting among themselves the entire time the Jedi would have had no chance at success.

~*~

The cockpit door slid open and Scorp flung into Orthia's back, nails digging into her shoulders as he bit down on her shoulder blade. She screamed out in agony as the creature's saliva mixed with her blood, dropping her weapon upon the ground. He latched on and began to suck. It felt odd and scared the living crap out of her as she watched the Jedi advance. She imagined her life would flash before her eyes as the green lightsaber stabbed towards her, only to pass her and burn through Scorp's exposed shoulder.

He grunted and released his tight grip on her flesh as she fell forward into Shaere, resting her head upon the other woman's shoulder. The bite took a lot of the fight out of her as she relaxed against the Jedi, breathing heavily. She watched as Scorp stared at them with lust, blood covered and dribbled down his face.

An unwanted feeling swelled within her chest as she stared back at the man she once knew. That feeling caused her legs to tremble as her thighs became wet with desire. Being held by the Jedi didn't helping, as she felt comforted and warm. The other woman held her blade out between them and the zombie.

Orthia couldn't help herself as she raised her head and lightly kissed the Jedi's neck. She took the gasp of surprise as permission and squeezed her right breast. The Jedi's arm was shaking as the Sith's kiss intensified against her skin. Scorp stood there, aware of the dangerous weapon pointed at him, even though he felt no pain. It looked as if he was controlling Orthia as she began to hump against the Jedi's leg.

~*~

Shaere's heart rate quickened as her body reacted to the Sith's attentions. Coming to the other woman's aid had become quite the distraction. Her other hand was wrapped around the slim woman's waist, slowly sliding down to grasp a hand full of tight ass, despite her better judgment.

The zombie began to creep forward, as if his patience had run out. Shaere hardly noticed as her vision began to blur. She found herself holding the Sith tightly against herself. Before losing herself to the madness she swung her weapon up, burning flesh met her nostrils. It was almost enough to knock her out of the aroused trance. The body of Scorp fell to the ground.

Before the Jedi master returned her deactivated blade to her belt; intent on pushing Orthia away a sharp pain came from her lower leg. She gasped in agony as she looked down, Scorp had his devious jaws locked against her calf. By pure instinct the green blade reactivated, impaling itself into the zombie's skull. Finally the corpse of Scorp laid motionless upon the ground.

Shaere fell back to a seated position on a bench, panting for breath. The whole event had taken more out of her than she realized, and the bite wound oddly tingled. Out of it, in a daze. She didn't feel it when Orthia straddled her uninjured leg and sat down. The Jedi's remaining clothing had been removed as the Sith began sliding her wet pussy against the Jedi's leg.

It wasn't until the other woman latched on to her bare breast that Shaere came to realize what was happening. A rush of desire flooded her system as her hands gripped the Sith's head, coaxing her on by stroking her hair with one hand and pressing her tighter into her chest with the other. The Jedi didn't know what had come over her but the soft lips against her nipple felt divine.

A moment of clarity saw her to pull the Sith off of her tit as the other woman sighed with frustration, doubling the effort of her grinding hips.

"W-we shouldn't d-do this!" Shaere panted, finding it difficult to speak. 

The sudden hand at her sex silenced her with a gasp of delight. That hand pressed against her and rubbed. All the resistance she had left disappeared from her mind; finding herself to buck into that loving hand with great need.

Their lips met, expressing their combined desires as they pressed hard into each other. The Jedi's hands returned to pulling the other woman's head tighter into her as Orthia's other arm circled around the Jedi to her lower back.

Unbeknownst to them both the sparks from the ship's dash board meant the ship would no longer fly. Pushing the zombie back into it in an desperate attempt to escape had removed the only chance of escape the Jedi had left.