1 comments/ 11865 views/ 1 favorites Star Wars: Fall of the Pam Pam Tree By: Nigel Debonnaire It was dusk on the planet Naboo. The jungle came alive with a thousand insects around the Pampamala grove, sacred to the Gungan race, and the huge resort Senator Jar Jar Binks built glittered in the fading light as the interior illumination grew to compensate. The sacred Pam Pam trees stood over a thousand Gujaks high: their leaves were highly prized by the amphibian race of Naboo for medicinal value, and a milky sheen of resinous sap. This sap trapped many of the insects which nourished the trees, and an unwary animal caught by it would be stuck forever as well, except for a special solvent the Gungans made. Their foundational myths spoke much about the Pam Pam trees, and how the ancient ancestors of these specimens led them out of the water to interact with the land. It was the off season for Gungans: the heat of this season usually kept them underwater, and the holy days that called their pilgrims forth was over half orbit away. A few travelers from around the Empire were in residence, to bathe in the waters surrounding the trees and sight see a planet which produced so many vital players in the past few years of Galactic History. The pleasure girl called Lakme made her way down to the subterranean hallways of the resort after her shift was over. She traveled on cat's feet, silent and light, looking back and forth for a person whose presence she had only sensed in the past few days. She was a little shorter than normal, her hair long as the Gungans liked it, her nails painted green indicating her servitude, lithe and nimble, her feet bare and testing the floor as she crept along. Finding a nook in the hallway, she hunkered down in her plain white gown, translucent and diaphanous, settling into the darkness as she awaited her rendezvous. Tomakin sulked down the hallway in search of an unknown being he known only by vibrations in his soul he didn't understand. He was tall and strong, having recently deserted the Imperial Academy to make his way on his own. His home world was on the other side of the Galaxy, far past Coruscant, and his exile on Naboo meant he had to try to earn a small fortune to return to his home. He was skinny and almost emaciated, and his hair was as short as possible without being completely absent from his head. His eyes were brown, and his eyebrows furrowed as he followed his instinct. Rounding a corner, he saw her. Their eyes met, she beckoned, and he went over to sit beside her. "Welcome, Tomakin," came the words in his mind. "What?" he said out loud. "Silence," came her voice in his head. "The sensors can pick up everything we say, even here. We'll have to communicate this way." "What way?" he thought. "Through the Force" "The what?" "The Force is strong with you. I can tell, for we are alike. Like the old Jedi." "The Jedi? They're dead. The Emperor killed them all for treason." "Yes. And if representatives of the Jedi had visited our homeworlds, we would have been recruited as infants to be their apprentices. And died when Lord Vader massacred the younglings in the Coruscant Temple." His eyes raised in surprise. "I always thought my planet Dematria an out of the way place, a real backwater. . ." "Like Naboo. It wasn't easy, but I was able to hide from the Emperor and Lord Vader here." "Lord Vader? I knew the Emperor came from here, but Vader?" "Yes, he was here several times, even before he became a Sith Lord. I was one of Amidala's handmaids, traveled with her to her time in hiding where she and Skywalker became mates." Tomakin shook his head in negation. "No, no. Can't be. But you're just a pleasure worker, you bend your butt for the Gungans and let them. . ." "Enough, I know what I do. I didn't go on Amidala's last journey, and when they had her funeral, I laid low instead of taking my rightful place." "I don't understand." "The Empire has many Force sensitives, the Jedi weren't the only ones who could use the Force. They've been hunting down people with high Midichlorian counts for years, and those who don't serve them meet the fate of the Jedi." Tomakin looked deep into Lakme's brown eyes. "There's rumors that some of the Jedi escaped. Yoda's body wasn't seen at any of the ambush sites, and Obi-Wan Kenobi is still hunted by the Imperial Police." She shook her head dramatically and gestured for him to stop. "May be, but they can't help us now." There was a long pause as he digested what she said. "Help us? Do what?" "Avenge the Queen." Tomakin's blue eyes grew wide. He was only 23 years old in the measurement of his home world, 19 in Galactic standard. "How? She's been dead for five years, died in childbirth, her children missing. The cause of her death was obviously a broken heart at Lord Vader's maiming." "No, she lost her life defending Naboo," her mental voice shouting in defiance. "And there's only one creature's death that will avenge all the injustice done to her in her lifetime." "The Emperor? Lord Vader? How can we kill them?" "Jar Jar Binks." "Senator Binks?" He started to get up, but she pushed him back down harder than her slender strength promised. "But he only did what she wanted him to do. He was by her side in all her trials, her loyal friend." "No, no. Binks betrayed her to the Emperor. He proposed Palpatine be awarded emergency powers to the Senate of the Republic, the royal idiot, and has badly represented our planet since, agreeing to every expenditure and narrowing of our liberty since then. He's a shallow fool who was lucky to be in the right place in the right time." "All right, this is the first I've ever heard of it. I still don't understand why you hate him. He's part of the Delegation of 2000, one of the ones working for us in the Senate." Lakme shook her head sadly, and Tomakin sensed she was likely telling the truth. He held out his hand, pleading silently. "But why me, how did I get here, why do I have to help you do this?" She looked him deep into his dark eyes and sighed aloud. "The Force is strong in you. Your desertion of the Imperial Academy was just in time: they were about to enslave or destroy you. I bet you left on a hunch." He looked away from her for a moment and paused before answering her. "Yes, I did have this feeling I ought to go, even though my grades were pretty good. I didn't think I could talk my way past the monitors. . ." "It was the Force, Tomakin, the Force. You knew you had to come here to find me. We are destined for this task." "Destined? And I bet a voice from the grave brought you here." Lakme's eyebrows arched in surprise. "You too?" Tomakin shuddered and looked around. "There was this old guy, not too old, in a thin beard and a long staff, there was a glow around his entire body. He appeared one night, right after I got up to take a dump, standing in front of me with bright eyes. 'Tomakin' he said, 'flee while you can. Go to Naboo, meet a young woman named Lakme. Do whatever she tells you. The fate of the Galaxy is in your hands.' Well, I freaked out, and didn't pay any attention to it. The next night, he came back, standing on my urinal: 'Tomakin, flee. In two days they will capture you.' Who, I said out loud. 'Servants of Vader. Beware the Sith Lord. He is on his way here.' I didn't pay any mind to it, until assembly the next morning, when the announced Lord Vader was coming for an inspection. Well, I can be stupid twice, but this woke my ass up, and I left on the next cargo ship. Gave them every credit I had and ended up here." "We have much in common, Tomakin. You can help me. He is coming soon." "Who? Vader?" "No. Senator Jar Jar Binks, the great Traitor. Coming back for a Naboo woman during the adjournment of the Galactic Senate. I await his coming." "And what am I supposed to do?" She took him by his shoulders and shook him. "You have a buddy in the spaceport, don't you?" "Yeah, Grimsley. Night watchman, likes his Derega juice and can't get it here." "And you've got some." Tomakin smiled broadly. "I've got a lot. He'll set me up with anything he can get away with for a 6 month supply." "Including a spaceship capable of LightSpeed?" "Damn, I don't know. May have to come up with more than Derega juice." "How about some royal lips on his plinka?" "What?" he thought, shaking his head. "A blow job from a princess?" "Yes. Remember Sabe?" "Yeah, she works the day shift, servicing Gungans. Only first class customers, like Boss Nass." Lakme spat at the thought of his name. "When Amidala was alive, Sabe impersonated the Queen so Qui-Gon Jinn could save our world from the armies of the Trade Federation." "Damn," he said, whistling out loud. "She's fallen on hard times." "She could never take the oath of allegiance to the Emperor. She knew Palpatine too long to pledge her loyalty to him." She grabbed his ear and held it, making him wince. "She will do anything your friend Grimsley wants, as long as he wants, as long as we can steal a spaceship." "Why? Why?" "That's all you need to know for now. You don't have my ability to screen your thoughts from an adept of the Force. Just come back here tomorrow night, same time, and I'll tell you what the next step is." "And my motivation to go along with you is?" She paused and sighed again, looking deeply into his eyes. "Your life. Your future. Perhaps my body. When Vader comes, wherever he catches up with you, he will find you, he will break you, and your life will be over. " She then smiled cheekily at him. "And if you're lucky, me to keep you cold on those long nights in space. We will have another mission if we pull this on off." A tender kiss on the lips, and she darted away down the hallway. He nodded and left. *** Tomakin went to his nightly poker game in the spaceship garage. His 4 buddies were already there: all human natives of Naboo and all slightly less than average intelligence. They greeted him and poured the BisBis warming liqueur before dealing the first hand of the evening. As poker players, they were fairly proficient, but they didn't know Tomakin could read every hand dealt in their minds. Tomakin called it his edge, but over the years he'd learned to be crafty using it: he made sure that his winnings were within credibility, and he deliberately lost enough hands to make it seem he was a player of superior ability rather than dishonest. It made up a fair amount of his "Escape from Naboo" plan, but it was taking forever to milk them of enough credits to pay for a trip home. Cordis Branag, a large, heavyset man with greying hair, looked at him quizzically: "You all right, Tommy lad? Looks like you've been screwed by a Gungan." "No, just a little off my feed today. I think I ate something that disagreed with me." "Maybe that means we'll slice into that little cache you've been piling up from our paychecks. Need some more BisBis juice?" "I'm fine. Hey, what do you mean by 'screwed by a Gungan?'" Cordis shook his massive head. "No son, you don't want to know. Tis only something we say here on Naboo." "But the Gungans are from here as well, aren't they?" "Well, I think so, but I don't know for sure." The natives laughed corsely, nervously, and Cordis shuffled the cards, trying to stack them without being caught. Tomakin continued his inquiry and looked around. The others looked away, so he asked again: "So what do you mean 'screwed by a Gungan'?" Cordis shook his head and made a lip fart. "It's too gross, son. You can't take it." "Try me?" Cordis looked him up and down and sighed. "Are you sure you want to know, Tomakin Deflease?" Tomakin knew Cordis was serious and signaling trouble by using his full name. He reached out with his Edge and stroked the Naboo man's brain, finding it slightly grossed out by the concept on the surface. "It will be all right to tell me what you mean by that. I can take it." "It will be all right to tell you what I mean by that. You can take it," Cordis repeated dully with a sigh. "Gungan males have plinkas are twice as large as humans, with little tendrils all over. They usually mate under water, there's something in the chemistry that helps the sperm meet the eggs and spawn. But prominent Gungans get off on, on, on mating Naboo women on land. Their people think them unusually studly if they do this." "So, like Boss Nass and his circle?" "Screw Naboo women every chance they can, the bastards. It's said even Queen Amidala put out for Boss Nass during the Trade Federation War, just to get him to agree to an alliance." Tomankin's senses told him this was likely untrue, but he pushed on. "So what about the Senator?" "Oh, no, don't talk about that one, it's not safe. There's ears everywhere, even your mother would turn you in. No, nothing can make me tell you about him." Reading the man's panic, Tomankin refocused his inquiry. "All right, what about the pleasure girls?" "They're desperate lad," his face taking on a look of deep sadness. "Stuck in awful lives. Once they get screwed by a Gungan, they can't go home, an' ordinary man's no good for them anymore. You're not thinking of dating one, are ye?" "No, no, of course not." He wiped his sweaty brow. "Only heartbreak there, lad. That enough for your questions? We'd like to play a little cards after class here, whenever you're ready." "Sure. Deal." Tomakin kept his winnings minimal that evening, sensing the nervousness of the Naboo men. Cordis was convivial as he came a close second, and the rest grumbled as their meager earnings were diminished slightly. *** The Senator swaggered off his spaceship and waved to the crowds below. Jar Jar Binks took to life as a prominent public official eagerly and enjoyed the accolades even though a small part of his psyche knew it was unearned. A speeder waited to take him to his favorite resort, commissioned by his new found wealth, and his bulbous eyes shone as he noticed Lakme sitting in the back of the vehicle. He waved his hands. "No speeching today, no speeching. No, my here to havea fun, meesa needs a break from Coruscant." A local vidjounalist sidled up. "Welcome home, Senator Binks. Is there any truth to the rumor that you will accept a commission in the Imperial Fleet as Grand Moff to deal with the revolt in the Pharissol system?" "No, no, no comment. Yousa knows my no can say." "Can't blame a guy for trying. How long are you here, Senator?" "Oh, a while, a while. Canna say. Not long enough." His eyes shown brightly indicating sexual stimulation, and they flickered over to his speeder and back as he talked with the man. "Dassa all now." With another wave, he left the ramp and entered the back seat of his transport. Lakme was smiling as he entered the vehicle. "It's about time you came back and saw me, Jubblies." "Nosa, nosa, donna call my dat here," he said, leaning over to murmur in her ear.. "Waits till we doin da plinka dance by de Pam Pam tree." Winking, she smiled and he relaxed. "Maybe you'd like a little plinka dance right here and now." "Now? Yousa do de tongue ding?" His plinka sprung from his trousers and she reached down to stroke it. The tendrils around the head and down the shaft were quivering with expectation. Lakme forced her emotions of revulsion down and leaned over to circle the ridge three inches from the tip with her tongue, making a long, sloppy line of saliva. Her mental discipline, aided by the Force, amplified her intention and kept him from sensing her true feelings about him and what she was doing. She took nine inches of his shaft into her mouth, sucking and tracing his sensitive ridges with her tongue. The tendrils got in the way of her effort as they tried to encircle her tonsils and squeeze them dry, but her Force commands directly to his cortical stem pushed his libido over the edge within a minute, and he released a huge amount of seminal fluid down her throat. Relaxing her throat, most of it slid directly into her stomach, burning the whole way down; the little that ended up on her tongue tasted like slightly sour algae, but her eyebrows puckered as she swallowed it all. Only then did the tendrils of his plinka let go of her teeth and she was free again. Jar Jar ululated for several minutes with his eyes shut while his plinka stayed stiff. Gungan males were capable of multiple orgasms without losing their erections, to satisfy the needs of the females during the mating season. Then he went completely rigid, his eyes moving back and forth rapidly as post orgasmic paralysis hit him: a rare but mostly harmless disorder affecting one in ten Gungans. He was only able to recover himself and be presentable when they pulled up to the front door of the resort. *** Grimsley was smoking a slightly narcotic dilloweed cigarette when Tomakin found him in the machine shop. "Hey, Tommy. Want a puff?" "No, thanks, Grim," Tomakin said waving his hand in dismissal. "Need a favor from you." "I'm not playing poker with you no matter what you say." "No, something a bit more stimulating." He smiled. "Say on." "How would you like a date with a special girl?" "Sure, wouldn't anybody?" He shrugged his shoulders and stared at him, trying to read his thoughts. "I can fix you up with one of the pleasure girls." Grimsley snorted and turned away, giving out a series of hollow laughs. "And you've got some prime Gungan development land down by the Glimmering Sea as well. Nice try, Tommy." "Huh?" "Are you that stupid?" "What?" "Don't you know the pleasure girls are ruined for any normal man after they've fucked a Gungan? They get so stretched out it's like putting your plinka out the window and making love to all Naboo. And I can't tell you how many fucking different kinds of crotch rot Gungan sperm cause." Tomakin paused and shrugged his shoulders. "What if one were willing to suck your plinka?" The mechanic scratched his head. "How many times?" "As many times you want." Grimsley stopped cold and looked at his friend seriously. "Like you can set that up. What's in it for you?" The silence was profound for several moments. "A Space Runner." Ripples of laughter echoed through the hard surfaces of the workshop and bounced into the distance. "You're crazy, Tommy. How're you getting away with that?" "What, you can't give me one?" "Oh, that's the easy part, we lose bigger poodoo than that all the time here, but as soon as you hit space, Orbital Patrol will be up your ass quicker than you can say 'Jedis are plinka lovers'." Tomakin looked around and made contact with Lakme. "Don't worry about Orbital Patrol," her thoughts said in his mind. "I've got something up my sleeve. Hurry up and fix this, we have to move sooner than expected." Grimsley looked at him in continuing disbelief as a shadowy figure appeared at the lift to the upper levels. A thin figure in white robes glided over to them as the men looked on, pulling her hood back when she came close. "Is this the man who will help us?" the husky voice said. "Princess Sabe," Grimsley stuttered, before lurching to one knee and bowing to the floor. "Get up, I'm not a Princess any more. I'm here to see if you will be my friend." "I'm not worthy." "Of course you aren't, but I need you help quickly. Are you going to give this man a Space Runner or not?" "Oh yes, Princess," his head lifted, and he smiled ferociously. "By your command. But I believe there was a matter of price." She looked down on him and flared her nostrils. "Yes, some care for your plinka. I will take care of your plinka as long as you wish in exchange for the Runner." Grimsley shook his head. "But. . .but. . .but why?" "Because I hate the Gungans," she said icily. "But you're a pleasure girl." "No longer. You are my ticket out. I know a place we can hide for a while, and soon we will be gone from this planet, off this broken world. You can work anywhere." Star Wars: Fall of the Pam Pam Tree "But. . .but. . .but" "I will get an operation to restore my genitals to their pristine form and you can screw me every night for the rest of your life, if you want. Do this and I will be yours forever." "Forever?" "Forever." "Done." She took his hand and lifted him to his feet. Her head only came up to his sternum, and she took the fingers of his hand into her mouth to suck them. Grimsley almost swooned with delight at the touch of her lips, and his hand reached over to stroke her breast through her diaphanous gown. "Tomakin!" came the voice in his head, snapping him out of his reverie. "Yes, Lamke." "Check your sick voyerism at the nearest locker and get the keys to that Runner before Grimsley loses him mind completely." Tomakin touched Grimsley's shoulder, and said: "Deal?" "Oh yeah," Grimsley gasped. "Where are the keys?" Grimsley pulled three sets out of his pocket. "One of these." "Which?" "Don't care. Leave the others behind." He gasped as her tongue worked magic on his cuticles. "Right." "Get the fuck outta here," he growled as Sabe took his fingers out of her mouth and knelt before him, loosening his trousers. "To think a boy from Grattman's slum could get his plinka sucked by a princess. . ." *** "Meesa like! Meesa like!" Jar Jar's eyes shone as Lakme traced the insides of his long ear flaps, coming up to tickle the curve next to his head. "Oh, Lakme, you givve my what meesa want tonight?" The sun of Naboo was setting on the horizon under the Pam Pam trees, and dusk was settling into the water at the base of the trees. Lakme and Jar Jar stood waist deep in the water, both naked, and she had to tip toe to reach his head. "Ooo, yes, Jubblies, tonight's the night." "Yousa will take my whole plinka up your yonili, at last? Not in de poodoopoo?" She smiled and licked the delicate skin by his earhole, making him shiver. "You've never complained about my poodoopoo before. Grown rather fond of it, I think." "Oooo, yesa, first time my met you at Lingtaw village." Her hand started stroking his long member under the water, making the tendrils dance, a wry smile crossing her face. "We maka you plinka spit up all heesa juice tonight." Jar Jar shook his head, almost knocking her off her feet as his ear flaps whipped back and forth. "Meesa luv is when you talk Gungan. Meesa plinka get so, so hard. And the yonili, the yonili, pease?" His voice grew high and distant as he pleaded with her. "The last and best bit." *** "All right, Tomakin, get your ass in gear." Lakme's voice rang strident in his mind. The Force caught reverberations of repulsion from her almost making him sick. "You've got to get the blue pitcher from my locker and bring it down to the Pam Pam lagoon." "What's in there?" "I'll tell you later. You've got five minutes to get it to the shore, but make sure you're on the resort side and out of my sight." "How come?" "Cause I'm in the lagoon with the Senator on the other side, out of sight." "All right." He sprinted through the hallways, and found her locker. The blue pitcher had a transparent lid on it, and he could make out two very long, thin forms swimming in the fluid. A look to make sure the coast was clear and he made his way outside, bumping the stray employees and guests in the hallway, who favored him with a compendium of alien obscenities and curses. *** Lakme was mostly underwater, masturbating Jar Jar's plinka between her breasts as her hand cupped and squeezed his five testicle scrotum with her free hand. Jar Jar's eyes were so bright they were casting shadows in the deep dusk, and an occasional warble escaped from his lips. They were close to the bark of a Pam Pam tree, which glistened white with resin; she maneuvered him gradually so his back was to the tree, her eyes shining. Short ululations came out, and she knew he was in the verge of the first of many orgasms. "The last in my yonili," she whispered, "the last in the Promised place." Jar Jar's tongue hung out, useless and his eyes were starting to spin. The first glob of Gungan semen hit Lakme in her right ear, covering her shoulder and the right side of her head in green goo, and she stepped up her jerking so subsequent shots fell in the water behind her. His voice broke into the lengthy ululation of climax, and she waited several anxious seconds to push him back into the tree when his post-orgasmic paralysis set him. The milky resin clamped him to the bark like a vise. He hung there as his beaming eyes went back and forth. *** "Now Tomakin. Are you by the lagoon?" "Yes." "Pour the pitcher's contents into the water and head for the hangar, fast as you can. I'll meet you there." "How will you know where I am?" "The Force will guide me. Go." Tomakin did as instructed, and the two, thin wormy creatures slid into the lagoon, their heads twitching as if seeking something. Then, they shot off into the distance with a flick of their bodies, undulating quickly. He sensed an eagerness from them, a hunger and something he couldn't define. After they disappeared, he turned and made his way to the hangar. *** "Hurry up, Tomakin. Get your ass moving." Lakme sent him the order, reaching down to pick up her robe at the bank of the lagoon. She dipped underwater to wash the Gungan goo off her face, hair and body. The light in Jar Jar's eyes was starting to fade, and he recovered consciousness. "Wassa you do to me, Lakkie? Disa kinky, meesa like. Oooo, canna move, my scared, meesa like. Yousa always kinky, ever since my know you. Maybe yousa beat on my plinka again, ulululu! Wassa? No, no, no, no, Screezies! Screezies! Hep--" His voice tried to ascent in pitch and amplitude, but Lakme reached out through the Force to choke him until his vocal chords were useless, taking care not to cut off his airway too long and strangle him to death before the parasites did their work. Looking around, she saw no one near, and felt Tomakin's presence in the hangar. Getting up out of the water, she stood naked on the bank, her hair in wet ropes. "I hate you, Jar Jar," she said quietly. "You deserve to die like this." It was time to move, and putting her robe back on would only slow her down, so she ran unclad to the hangar in the darkness, holding her robe in one hand and using the Force to guide her way. *** Tomakin entered the hangar and saw the Space Runner Grimsley promised him. The ship looked in prime shape, and he went to the hatchway to figure out which of his keys worked. "It's the one with the button on it," Lakme's came into his head. "Punch the button, the gangway will come down; get to the deck, and put the key in the slot by the pilot's chair. Start the ship, I'll be there in 2 minutes; we have to be ready to lift off by then. "Which one?" "The square key with the button on it. Pay attention!" He compared the key sets in his pockets and found the right one. A punch of the button and the gangway lowered to let him in. Tomakin had co-piloted a Space Runner before, so the layout of the cabin and flight decks were familiar to him. The ship went into start up cycle effortlessly, and he buckled himself in, waiting for Lakme. She pounded up the gangway, through the cabin and flung herself into the co-pilot's seat. "Get us out of here, fast," she yelled out loud. "You're naked," Tomakin said, looking over his shoulder. "So bloody what? Get your plinka out of here. Now, you stupid fucker!" Tomakin ran the lift off sequence, and they ascended into the night sky. *** The next morning, Lord Vader was at the resort, having arrived just before dawn local time. He stood by the Lagoon, close to where the body of Jar Jar Binks was pinned to the Pam Pam tree. The skin had lightened several shades, drying out drastically overnight, and thousands of small holes peppered his torso. "And you found him like this fifteen minutes ago?" he wheezed through his mask. A nervous resort manager stood between to red robed acolytes and shivered despite the building heat and humidity. "Yes, yes, my Lord. I don't know how this happened, we haven't had a Screzilious infestation in living memory in the province." "Screzilious infestation?" "A parasite known to attack Gungans, come from the other hemisphere.. The Naboo are immune to them. Somehow Senator Binks was in the water when they attacked and got himself stuck to the tree trying to escape." "Are you certain?" "No, my Lord, just speculating. I don't know any other explanation." "I can think of several, but it seems to me that you don't know anything more. Go to your office and give me a readout of all your personnel's movements from late afternoon yesterday to dawn today. Afterward, I will conduct. . .the interrogations. Dismissed." Darth Vader's primary lieutenant addressed him as the nervous manager ran off as fast as decorum permitted. "What shall we do with body of Senator Binks, my Lord?" Darth Vader looked at the pathetic form, his face contorted in agony and his mouth open. Some lumps appeared on the body, breaking skin as small grey worms fell into the water as if shot from a projectile weapon. "Cut down the tree. Burn it and him with it. Stupidity like this deserves no memorial." When the manager generated his list, he found four of his employees were missing, as was one of his Space Runners. *** "I don't know how we got away from the Orbital Patrol." Tomakin was piloting his ship through the moon system of a gas giant not far from Naboo as his computer calculated a course to another out of the way part of the Galaxy. "You blew out three ships and the main communications satellite with those electrical discharges." Lakme sat in her robe, exhausted and sweating, her legs splayed out under her in defiance of modesty. Her face was freshly lined with wrinkles, her hair slightly streaked with grey, and her lips were slightly swollen. "I call it Force Lightning. It happened only once before, and by the Force I never want to do it again." "The power of it frightened me." She shuddered under her robe, then began to sweat heavily. "I found out about it one night, after servicing a Gungan. I was so angry, angry at the Gungans, angry at the Universe, and I found lightning shooting out of me and blasting every nearby tree. It almost got out of hand and set the whole forest on fire. Thank the Force no one was around, and no Force sensitives were on Naboo that night." The darkness associated with the power Lakme used frightened him, but he was feeling better about life in general. "I don't know how I got here, but we've made it this far, and we'll make it to the other side of the Galaxy." She shook her head and looked at him. "But the computer's not done with the calculations." "I have a feeling. Don't ask me how, it's like I have a sense we'll make it." He seemed several years older since they left Naboo, even though it was hours ago. Lakme smiled. "The Force must be very strong with you indeed, as I suspected. Just like me. You're just now finding out what it can do for you other than win cheap card games." "Tell me what happened to Seantor Binks." Lakme shrugged, stood up and took her robe off. "It's still too damn hot in here, but I bet it's an aftereffect of the Lightning." Her body was short, but lithe, perfectly proportioned and muscled, her hair long and shining. "Yes, I know you like this, and we'll see a lot of each other from now on, so keep your mind on flying the ship. We have a duty to the Galaxy now, the next generation will need Jedi Knights and our children will be strong in the force as well." "Our children? I thought. . ." "When I met Jar Jar, I had barely come of age, he was a drifter who came through my village. I was young and stupid, and he was always that way. I was very kinky then, wondered what it would be like to have sex with a Gungan. But Jar Jar always sodomized me with his big plinka because he didn't know better, and by the time he figured out which hole was the right one, I learned the dangers of letting a Gungan fuck you, so I did everything but let him ruin me" "You mean?" "Yes, Tomankin. I'm a virgin, as least as far as my Yonili is concerned." Tomakin checked the progress of the calculations and took a measurement of the nearby moon's gravitational pull. A dark memory crossed his mind, and he shuddered. "I felt this growing Evil as we left, this awful cloud of darkness. Surely the Senator's death will dispel this." "No, Tomakin, that wasn't it. What you felt was Lord Vader's approach. I found out he was coming yesterday afternoon, and that's why we rushed things. He must have sensed Jar Jar's life was in danger and was making his way to save him." "How did you kill him? Binks?" She smiled and stroked her hair as she sat back down. "Gungans have to have sex in the water, the chemistry is essential for the sperm to meet the ova, then the female lays eggs in a sandy bank by clutches of up to a dozen. The sacred grove in Pampamala is one of the spawning grounds where Gungans hatch. A half Naboo year from how, the Gungans will gather as their young peek their heads above the sand and struggle toward the water." "How does this have to do with Jar Jar's death?" "There's a parasite known as the Screzilious. They're worm like creatures: mostly harmless to every creature except Gungans. When they catch a Gungan in the water after sex, the mated pair will insinuate themselves into the lower orifices and burrow their way to the Dleena glad, which is the Gunga equivalent of the prostate, or the ovaries in the female Gungan. They mate, lay their eggs, and die; the hatchlings then burrow quickly through the body of the host and escape to the waters. The whole process takes less than 12 hours, don't know why other than it's strange biology." "So how come he didn't just run away?" "He was a rare Gungan who goes through post orgasmic paralysis. In antiquity, those Gungans were most vulnerable to the parasites." "So Jar Jar got parasites up his plinka and his poodoopoo? How bad did that feel?" "The Screzilious have incredily sharp mandibles, ripping away the flesh as they head for their goal. The pain is incredible: Gungan stories of the Screezlies, as they call them, are a nightmare vision for all from puberty to death." "So Jar Jar died in agony?" Lakme smiled. "First, from the pair burrowing in, then from the hatchlings burrowing out. The female usually goes in the plinka and worms her way through the testes before traveling upward; the male goes through the anus and runs upward in a circular track up the colon until he finds the thin boundary to the Dleena gland breaks through." "I'd think the Gungans would have exterminated them." "I did too, until I found a nest on the Royal farm. They ate meat and stayed alive pretty well, but after Amidala died, I had to keep them with me no matter what so I could have my revenge on Jar Jar Binks." Tomankin got his print out, and punched a few buttons. "Strap yourself in, we're going to LightSpeed." "We sure are," Lakme smiled.