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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
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  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars:_Rebels
  Relationship:
      Ezra_Bridger/_Ocs, Ezra_Bridger/Kanan_Jarrus
  Character:
      Ezra_Bridger, Kanan_Jarrus, Hera_Syndulla, C1-10P_|_Chopper, Garazeb
      "Zeb"_Orrelios, Sabine_Wren, Inquisitor, The_Seventh_Sister, OCs
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      Published: 2017-01-04 Updated: 2017-08-22 Chapters: 21/? Words: 69158
****** Never rob a Zygerrian ******
by Jaeghon_Dekimis
Summary
     AU fanfiction! After Ezra rob a Zygerrian slaver, someone lure him
     into a trap and kidnap him. What could go worst? Read to find out...
     First fanfic, read and review! Rape/ Non cons., LEMON and SLASH, Ezra
     x OCs ( KanEzra pairing in later chapters)
***** The nightmare begins *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars Rebels, English isn't my mother
     tongue.
                                  Chapter_one
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                                    Prelude
                            " The nightmare begins"
                                        
The streets of Lothal were the same, crowded and with the stormtroopers
patrolling.
Ezra was walking, searching for someone to pickpocket. His senses warned him
that something was off, and during the last weeks he felted like someone was
constantly observing him.
After he robbed a Zygerrian, those feelings had started to show and Ezra had
decided to stay alert all the time. He always crossed crowded areas and when he
had to return to his tower, he never made the same road.
Even with all the security putted, the boy didn't feel safe, but right now he
shoved all those feelings and focused on his search.
After awhile, Ezra found his target: a distracted Rodian with his bag in full
display. The teen smirked and smoothly approached the bag. He was really close
and none had noticed him, only a few inches remaining until a hand suddenly
squeezed his left shoulder, turning him over.
A pale woman with long straight dark hair and dark eyes hugged Ezra and
screamed:
« Ah! Son! I finally found you!»
The boy froze, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
« Do you know how much worried I and your father were? Now you'll come back
home!»
At that sentence, Ezra broke the hug and angrily said:
«You aren't my mother! You liar! Who the Hell are you!?»
The woman's face was crossed with despair and range, she grabbed one of the
teen's wrists and spoke loudly, gathering the attention of the passengers:
«You ungrateful son! Did you hear him?! He ran away from his own parents that
protected him and this is how he repays us! You wound me!»
The boy tried to shove her hand, without success and as he noticed that a group
of people was standing around them, watching him with disapproval gazes, he
shrugged and got near the woman, wispering:
«Can we talk about this in a less crowded place?»
The woman nodded, leading him to an alley far away from the crowd.
When she stopped, Ezra spoke:
«Who are you? What do you want from me? Why did you do that act?»
The woman looked directly in his eyes, with an amused expression:
«Well child, I'll reply with order: first, you don't need to know who I'm;
second, I don't want anything from you; third and last, In order to make you
fall in a trap!»
Ezra opened widely his eyes, cursing himself for letting someone fool him. He
felt the peril but it was too late, someone hit hardly his head, making him
fell unconscious onto the ground.
One Zygerrian, with a scar across his left cheek, was standing behind the
unconscious teen. He gestured something behind him and three others Zygerrians
appeared, approaching their boss. They tied, gagged and blindfolded the teen,
putting him in a brown sack, while the scarred Zygerrian gave to the woman a
small bag full of credits.
She smirked and started to count them, her satisfaction growing at every single
credit she found in the bag, while the Zygerrian said:
« It's always a pleasure doing business with you, hope we'll conclude more in
the near future»
The woman replied:
« The pleasure is mine. Hope to see you again soon»
With that, everyone disappeared in the shadows.
Time skip...
Ezra woke up in complete darkness, his hands strictly cuffed against a wall and
his knees confined on the ground.
He tried to scream but then noticed the gag and sighed, the fact that he
couldn't see frustrated him even more.
" If I reach one of my lockpicks in my sleeve… Wait! Why I feel so cold?"
He realized that he wasn't wearing his orange jumpsuit, but only a thinner
shirt and really short pants. Suddenly a voice broke the silence:
« Well, well… isn't this our little Loth-rat thief?»
The boy froze when the Zygerrian unblindfolded him and started to panic when
the teen recognized his captor.
« I guess from your gaze that you recognized me… good, this saves time…»
The alien grabbed the boy's chin, making eye-contact with him:
« Your lame act damaged my honor as trade slaver, and when somebody outrage me,
well… risks to be killed»
Ezra flinched and tried to free himself from the slaver's grip, instead the
Zygerrian laughed and caressed the teen's chin.
«But this isn't your case, kid. You're lucky, you'll live but wished to be
dead, because…»
Before finishing the sentence, the slaver ripped with a claw the boy's clothes.
« I'll sell you at the right price, this is your method to refund me, boy… Just
let me think who could buy you…»
The Zygerrian analyzed thoroughly the shivering teen and stared again to the
boy's electric blue eyes. Then he smirked with realization.
«I know some owners of pleasure house that would be pleased to have such a cute
boy like you… yes, that market is really remunerative. It's settled! »
With that, he completely ripped Ezra's clothes, replacing them with a bloody
red and sleeveless tunic, and ruffled the boy's hair, while re-blindfolding
him. Darkness surrounded Ezra again...
After hours, two Zygerrians entered in the dark room, freed the boy only to
stand him up, cuffing his wrists behind his back and putting heavy cuffs around
his knees, then a collar with a chain was putted around the scrawny neck. One
of them grabbed the chain, forcing Ezra to walk.
Ezra putted all his strength into the effort of not moving, but his captor was
stronger and with a rap the boy fell on his knees. The two just laughed and one
of them whipped a lad near the frightened teen.
« Move slave! Or I'll bat you with this lad until your mother bleeds in her
whom!»
Ezra stood up with rage and tried to punch one of them, only to fell again
miserably, gaining more laugh and a lash on his back.
«This one has a strong will, don't you think, pal? Maybe the boss should have
putted him with the warriors slaves or… in the market of organs…»
The Zygerrian with the lad shrugged and said, bored:
«Boss' orders, now we're wasting time! Move slave or we'll drag you! You know
we can do it!»
The trembling teen stood up again and followed his orders. It was difficult and
painful for him and the fact that they started to walk quickly didn't help,
every time he slowed a bit, the Zygerrian whipped the lad near him.
After some minutes that seemed hours to Ezra, the march stopped forcing the boy
on his knees. Then they unblindfolded him and what he saw really shocked the
teen.
He was sitting between others people of different species, dressed like him and
divided in rows. The place remembered a dark and large warehouse, where you
could hear the sound of chains and moans, alongside with the patrolling of
Zygerrians guard.
A few moments after, the place was lighted and a great door opened, from where
cloacked figures emerged. The new appearances shivered everyone, someone
squirmed in his restrainings.
As the cloacked figures started to examine the slaves of the first row, the
fear increased, then Zygerrians guards took away the already sold slaves, so
the rows decreased.
Then the customers reached Ezra's row, and the teen restrained himself to not
cry or shiver, he needed to stay strong. But everything screwed up when three
customers stopped in front of Ezra.
The one between the others two figures moved a hand toward the teen, grabbing
the tan chin, forcing him to see the mysterious guy's eyes, venom green met
electric blue. After that, the guy grabbed Ezra's shoulders, making him stood
up and his gloved hands rubbed thoughtfully the quivering boy's body.
Ezra had to endure that not only one time, but three because all the standing
figures had done the same thing. Then, the three started arguing in order to
purchase him.
The quarrel gained the attention of the Zygerrian with the scar, the one who
kidnapped Ezra, and with a soothing voice said:
«My most dear friends, why are arguing?»
A feminine voice, filled with anger, replied:
« Sazar! Finally you're here! Tell those idiots that this slave is mine! I was
the first to see him!»
She pointed the shocked kid, then a masculine hoarse voice spoke:
« Don't be silly! This one is mine, I'll pay twice the price for him… my guests
will be most pleased by his presence…»
The woman burst out and the fight between the two started. Sazar tried to stop
the commotion, but the guy with venom eyes approached the Zygerrian, leaning on
the slaver's shoulder one hand, and spoke:
« Let those two argue while we discuss about business. How much for this
cutie? »
Sazar smirked malevolently and eagerly replied:
« You know better than me what I want…»
The guy sighed and snorted:
«Ok, friend. Deal, I hope that it'll be worthy»
The two shook hand and bowed, while Sazar gestured to a guard that pricked a
syringe in Ezra's neck, making him fell unconscious again. Then he took him
away…
***** The nightmare is real: loss of innocence *****
                                  Chapter_two
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             The_nightmare_is_real
                             " Loss of innocence "
                                        
Ezra woke up in a dim room, laying on a king size bed, completely shirtless and
wearing only a piece of ripped fabric around his waist. His hands were cuffed
against the headboard, he could move only his legs.
He tried to free himself, failing, then decided to observe his surroundings,
hoping to find something useful for his escape.
He couldn't see a lot, only the bed and the red curtains around it. Again, he
tried to scream but immediately realized that he was still gagged, the
situation making the boy frustrated.
After a few moments, Ezra smelled a sweet scent which made him slightly dizzy.
The moment after, from the curtains emerged two females: one was a blue skinned
Twi'lek, wearing a white almost transparent and thin tunic; the other was a
young woman with navy red hair, tied in a ponytail, she wore a flame red bra
and a lace red tanga, leaving more of her pearly skin uncovered.
The two stared for a moment in front of the teen, with gazes full of lust, then
swiftly and seductively approached him, and both of them layed next to him,
having the boy in the middle.
The Twi'lek started to maliciously play with the boy's hair, while the woman
rubbed his chest, meeting her red glowing eyes with the confused electric blue
eyes. Then she licked his ear and with a soft voice said to the Twi'lek, while
rubbing his cheek:
«So this is the new boy that Paris bough today. He's so cute that I would
cuddle him for hours, wouldn't you, Isold?»
Isold just smirked and replied, with malice:
« Of course he is… I would personally take him without asking money for the
service… If I could do that…»
Ezra flinched and tought what that could mean, suddenly realizing everything
and blushed. He immediately squirmed and moaned, trying to distance himself
from the two.
The woman giggled, noticing the boy's behaviour, and said:
« His naïveté will lure many guests, well I hope that for you, little one…
Better start with a little lesson of pleasure»
And with that, she began to kiss the teen's neck, while with her hands squeezed
his nipples and pulled him into an tight hug.
Ezra's heart started to pound frantically and regretted the day ha had robbed
that Zygerrian. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by Isold's yells:
«Venus! What're you doing?! You're selfish! You can't have him only for
yourself!»
Isold moved away Venus and sucked the boy's nipples, the woman quickly joined
her friend, while a new sensation crossed the teen's body. At the same time he
felt shame and pleasure. As the two continued to lick him, the pleasure grew
and he couldn't restrain himself. The Twi'lek noticed that and smiled when she
saw the boy's erection.
« You're no more a kid, from now on, young man»
Her hand reached his cock and started to stroke it, filling the teen with a
pleased sensation. Then, Venus moved down, driving away Isold's hand, and
sucked his member, moving her head back and forth. Afterwards, he came in her
mouth, the woman groaned in full delight, swallowing his sperm and with an
amused tone said:
«As sweet as you're»
Isold looked her with a murderous gaze, she moved in front of Venus, pushing
her away from Ezra, then she squeezed her own nipples. When her intimacy was
well wet, she grabbed the teen's cock and pulled it inside herself.
Moans filled the dim room, while Isold was moving on top of Ezra, his chest
rising and lowering quickly. He couldn't believe what was happening and
couldn't think clearly, letting his body react instinctively and filling Isold
with his seed.
Isold panted and stayed still on top of Ezra, staring at him, enjoying the
moment that didn't last for long.
The curtains opened again, revealing two males: one was a golden skinned
Togruta with venom green eyes, who was wearing a long dark vest with silver
patterns; the other was a humanoid wearing tight black clothes and a white mask
with a black veil, concealing the figure's head and revealing only a pair of
dark brown eyes.
The two women were shocked and immediately left the room, while the furious
Togruta screamed against them:
« What were you doing! I said that nobody cuold come here! You'll regret your
own behaviour after I'll…»
The figure rose up a hand, stopping the other man, and said:
«Paris, don't yell or you'll ruin the atmosphere, they have already escaped,
leave us alone… »
Paris blinked for a moment, then he bowed, swiftly exiting, while the man
climbed into the bed and approached the frightened teen. The man was on top of
the boy, grabbing the tan chin, and scrutinized Ezra's wide blue eyes.
Ezra squirmed free of the grip, gaining a malicious chuckle and another firm
grip, while the other hand was ruffling his hair, the dark brown eyes were
still scrutinizing the boy's frame:
«So, before we start to have fun together, I'll leave this gag and you will
tell me your name, deal?»
Ezra frowned and bowed his gaze, as the man ungagged him and waited for his
answer:
«My name… is Dev Morgan»
His voice was broken and hoarse, but in that moment he didn't care if he
sounded weak, he felt like the Universe had stolen every bit of his soul and he
only wanted to run away from everyone.
The man continued to caress every inch of the teen's form in awe, then said:
« Ok, Dev, call me Less…now we are going to get really intimate. I promise it
won't hurt, I'm expert and we'll enjoy ourselves»
Less undressed from the black clothes, wearing only the mask and the veil,
revealing the form of a tan skinned human, muscular and with various scars that
crossed his chest. He pressed the boy's nipples and Ezra felt again the same
amount of pleasure through bis body, gasping when he felt the man's lips on his
skin, kissing and making hickeies.
Ezra shut his eyes, he didn't want to see or feel anything, hoping to disappear
in that moment or to wake up from the nightmare and being in his tower. Then he
felt the fabric on his waist being ripped away.
Suddenly, the man stopped, uncuffed the teen and turned him over, then licked
every inch of the boy's smooth back.
Ezra felt that Less pierced in his hole two humid fingers, going in and out of
him and driving them inside as deep as he could. As the boy sensed pain
irradiating through himself, he groaned and wriggled from the contact, only to
be recaptured by the man's hands that continued to do the same thing with more
passion.
For the second time, Ezra was turned over on his back, heart racing and
panting. The teen's hands reached the tanned man's shoulders, in an attempt to
push him away.
Less chuckled, ignoring the teen's reaction, he grabbed his wrists and shoved
them , then he spread open the teen's legs and said with a mild voice:
« Now it's time to take you, Dev. Open your wonderful eyes, now»
Instead, Ezra shut them tightly, gaining an hard slap on his cheek and the same
order of the man, but he never gave up. Ezra felt Less sighing and stood up,
climbing off the bed. When the teen believed that the man was far away from
him, he opened his eyes in relief, relaxing for a bit. That moment didn't last,
Less reappeared from the curtains, this time with a syringe.
Ezra opened widely his eyes filled with fear, he instantly stoop up but
miserably fell. Less laughed and approached the teen, who tried to squirm out
of the man.
Less pierced the syringe in the boy's neck, then said:
« You really tought that you could escape? You're so naive and now you'll obey
my every command. See, now suck my cock»
Ezra couldn't believe that he was actually obeying the order. His lips wrapped
the man's cock and swallowed it, moving his head back and forth. Less moaned
and putted an hand on the boy's head, rubbing his raven hair.
Afterwards, Less ordered Ezra to stop and said:
« Lay out and hold your legs open, and remember, remain with your eyes open»
The boy obeyed, grabbing his ankles and pulling them back, while Less thrusted
his cock inside his hole.
The teen panted and moaned loudly, once the man started to thrust rapidly,
spreading pain and pleasure across the fragile boy's form.
When Less felt satisfaction, he stopped and wrapped his arms around the boy,
lifting him up and tightly hugging him, while thrusting deeply and steadily.
After the man kissed passionately Ezra, he exited from him, relaxing for a bit.
In that moment, Ezra tough that it was over, but he was wrong. Less turned him
over and entered again, making the teen scream. This time the thrusts were more
swift and harsh.
The man leaned back, having the boy on top of him, sitting up right and he gave
strong thrusts, shaking the teen. Then Less took charge and blowed, filling the
teen with his sperm.
Ezra collapsed and didn't fight against the man's arms that wrapped him,
rubbing his chest.
«You know, Dev… I think we'll see each other frequently. Make me happy and
You'll be rewarded, understood?»
The boy slowly nodded and let himself go of every emotion, swiftly embracing
the sweet embrace of the sleep, believing that the next day he would wake up in
his tower, remembering that night as a bad dream… Unfortunately it didn't
happen.
***** The nightmare is real: Welcome in the pleasure house *****
Chapter Notes
     An: This chapter isn't for "softhearted" readers, I warn you!
                                 Chapter three
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             The_nightmare_is_real
                         Welcome in the Pleasure House
                                        
Ezra woke up in his bed, hysterically panting as he looked frantically his
surroundings, noticing with releaf that he was in his tower and sighed, then
exclaimed:
«Luckily it was only a nightmare!»
He relaxed, stretching his slim form and tought , while shutting his eyes, "
I'll never rob a Zygerrian, at least not a slaver" , then suddenly a sweet
scent of flowers filled the small room. The teen flinched and snapped open his
electric blue eyes, sitting up straight and observing the scene that shocked
him.
He found himself laying in the same king size bed of the dim room that was
present during the nightmare, but this time there were no curtains, instead a
crowd of people dressed like the guy named Less was standing before him, women
and men that were staring at him without saying a word. Ezra couldn't
understand or find an explanation to the unpleasant situation he was in, but
then a feminine figure interrupted his trail of thoughts, dividing herself from
the others and spoke, stepping one foot forward and pointing a finger toward
the boy:
« Look at this poor abandoned child! You weren't able to defend your innocence
and now no one will never want you. You are marked as a mistake for the rest of
your life! You must be glad that someone gave you a roof on your head!»
Another masculine figure joined the woman and continued the speech, while Ezra
moved backwards, wounded by her insults:
« Shame on you! Street Loth-rat! You deserved every action they had done to
you! Be grateful to them because that were the only act of kindness you'll
receive in your life»
After that, everyone started to shout aloud various offenses toward the boy,
like "unwanted mistake", "Nobody will come to free and save you" and "Obey and
maybe they'll forgive your mistakes!". The choir of voices overcame Ezra,
drowning him in an ocean filled of regrets and pain. He curled in a ball,
shutting firmly his eyes and covering his ears with his trembling hands, in
order to not hear them, but it didn't work, so he screamed with all of his
breath.
«Dev! Wake up!»
A pair of warm and slender hands grabbed his shoulders and shook him, waking
him up. Ezra immediately opened widely his eyes full of fear and in front of
him was standing a sincere worried Venus. The boy recognized the woman and
wriggled away from her grip, saying with a trembling and angered voice:
«Get away from me! Don't touch me!»
Then curled himself in a ball, pressing against the wall behind him, and stared
at Venus with an hateful gaze. The woman remained silent for a moment, defeated
and shocked, then with a concerned look she lifted up her hands in defeat and
with the sweetest voice she could make, spoke:
«Don't be upset, Dev. I don't mean to hurt, trust me, I heard your screams and
came.. I'm here only to take care of you»
She lowered one of her hand, approaching the quivering boy, but without
touching him:
« Take my hand, I'll take you to a nice guy that will feed you, and wants to
talk with you»
The teen replied with another hateful gaze, then took the white sheets of the
bed and covered himself with them, shielding himself from the outside world and
said muffled:
« Don't care to see him, just leave me alone and never come back»
Venus frowned and shrugged, sighing she approached the teen and forcefully
uncovered him and wrapped his right arm:
« This isn't an invitation! »
The woman said with a pinch of range and irritation, but she stopped almost
immediately and continued with the sweetest voice of her:
« It's the greatest wish of the one that saved you from the hands of that
infamous Zygerrian and gave you a new home... »
Ezra didn't give her the time to finish the speech, interrupting her with a
sarcastic comment:
« And he was the one that put me into a sex relationship with a strangers! Yes,
I should be willingly to go and see this guy, showing him gratitude. It's
nonsense!»
The woman felt her blood boiling in her veins and said flustered, abandoning
her sugary sweet voice:
«You'll talk to him, even if I have to drag you for all the way»
And then she kept her words, she dragged the teen out of the bed, breaking his
resistance, then guided him outside the room, through the long dark red and
empy corridor. After crossing some metallic red doors, they stopped in front of
a small and green door. The woman pushed Ezra inside the room, revealing to be
a big bright and clean bathroom. There weren't windows, but the lamps emitted a
warm light that was reflected by the withe tiles wich covered the entire room.
In the exact centre was erected a circular brick bath tub, filled with water
and bubbles, some towels among with red clothes were placed near the corner of
it.
« There's plenty of time before the meeting with Paris, so we can enjoy
ourselves…»
With a strong push, Venus thrown inadvertently Ezra inside the tub. When he
resurfaced, she seductively stripped, first rising up her smooth pearly right
leg that leaned above the tub's corner, then with firmly and theatrical moves
she removed her bloody red vest, letting it fell onto the floor, and remained
still in an erotic position, staring at Ezra with a seductively expression.
After a few moments, she untied her ponytail, releasing her long straight hair
and gracefully entered into the water, happily joining the teen. The boy
instinctively moved backwards, bumping the corner of it and found the woman
above him. She grinned, immediately grabbing the teen's head and pressed him
against her bigs boobs, while scrubbing his back, she added with a malicious
tone:
« You know, when I bite once a juicy fruit, I'll be obsessed with it until I
finally eat it…»
The bubbles covered their bodies, and the woman continued scrubbing the boy's
reluctant form and played with his black-blue locks, then she pushed one of her
hands in the water, grabbed the boy's cock and strocked it, while with the
other hand squeezed and caressed his nipples, and she eagerly smooched him.
Ezra tried to detach from her or at least throw her far from himself, but she
was stronger and luciously continued her acts. When she felt his organ
hardening in her hand, Venus freed the grip and spread her knees, giving full
access for him. The boy didn't move, instead Venus pushed herself against him,
so his organ could enter into her womanhood without hesitation. She moaned
delightfully and blisfully when they intimately touched, determined to reach
the peak of her sexual excitement, she began to move back and forward, pushing
herself quickly as the time passed.
As the pleasure crossed his entire body, Ezra's shame and guilt grew, at last
he couldn't resist no more and cummed, releasing his seed abundantly inside of
Venus. The soaked woman released her last moan and her body went limp above
him, then with a satisfied grin said:
« Marvellous, short but intense. Unfortunately we can't continue, there'll be
another time »
She hurriedly rose up from her position and existed the tub, wrapping herself
in a white towel, then she pulled out Ezra and dried him, gently rubbing his
hair. After that they both dressed, the boy now reluctantly wore a short
sleeveless dark red tunic that left half of his chest, half back, one shoulder
and legs uncovered, his feet bare. As Ezra tried to move the tunic, in order to
cover better his chest, Venus chuckled and grabbed the teen's wrist, guiding
him out of the bathroom. After what seemed a long way, Venus stopped at the end
of the corridor, where a majestic golden and silver door stood. She snatched
the teen's shoulders and made eye-contact with him, her stern red eyes met his
blue trembling ones, then firmly spoke:
« Remember to behave properly, he's your owner, when you're in front of him,
call him great master. Now enter»
She opened the door and forcefully pushed Ezra inside, making him fall to his
knees, and noisily shut the door behind him. The teen found himself seated on a
light brown carpeted floor, he rose his gaze up and met the same pair of green
venom eyes from the day before. Paris towered him for awhile, smirking when he
noticed the boy's tremor growing, then said:
« At least we can finally speak, young one. Stand up and follow me»
The Togruta offered his hand to Ezra, but he didn't take it and stood up,
hiding his insecurity behind a cocky smirk. For a slight moment, Paris grimaced
but right away returned his open smile and gently grabbed the teen's arm,
leading him toward a long squared lavishly decked table, Ezra's eyes were
moving ravenously, observing every kind of food that were standing above, while
his stomach was growling anguishly and twitched, but Paris was faster and
seized the boy, wrapping with his strong arms the teen's chest:
« Easy wolf, there's plenty of time, first we sit down…»
Said the Togruta sitting down on a stuffed golden chair with the teen seated on
his lap. Ezra , confused, attempted to stand up but Paris was firmly holding
him, giving him an untold order to stay where he was. The boy turned his head,
meeting the Togruta's gaze and noticed his pleased expression. Then Paris
reached a jogan that was placed in a pile of fruit, and spoke with sugary
sweetness:
« You're from Lothal, so better if you start eating something familiar, take it
and satisfy your starvation»
An uneasy feeling rose up inside of the teen as the man offered him the fruit,
all of a sudden he didn't felt so hungry and toyed with the fruit, passing it
through one hand to another. The Togruta was observing him attentively and when
he realized that the teen hadn't the intention to eat it, he frowned and said
with a fake worried tone, asked:
« What's wrong, dear? Where's that craving hunger?... Perhaps you don't like
jogans?»
Ezra didn't reply, focusing on the fruit and thinking that he shouldn't trust
whatever the Togruta offered him, after further observation he placed the jogan
on the table and crossed his arms, glacing briefly Paris and then the floor,
finally he spoke, gathering all of his courage and cockiness:
«How could I trust you? You're the one that dragged me in this abominable world
and I guess that this food is drugged or you'd...»
The boy didn't succeed to finish his sentence, because the Togruta quickly
grabbed the jogan that the teen was holding before and decisively bit it,
gulping it down without esitation, lastly he looked into the boy's eyes,
smirking and offering him the remnants of the fruit. Ezra was dismayed and
grabbed the already bitten fruit, observing it again, but then his hunger drove
him crazy, so he devoured with one single bite. Paris chuckled and continued to
give him other kind of food: the jogan was followed by a slice of citron snow
cake, then the cookies and so on.
As the boy focused more on satisfing his hunger, Paris took the opportunity to
caress him, beginning from the shoulders and slowly reaching the teen's
intimacy. Ezra didn't feel that kind of contact, but flinched suddenly when he
sensed the man's lips on his neck and stopped eating, looking with disgust the
Togruta's hands. He freed himself from the grip and escaped, but slipped and
fell into the ground, with Paris immediately pursuing and rudely grasping him:
« Where do you think to go, young one? Escape from me? Well, remember this…»
He grabbed the teen's chin, forcing him to look his eyes:
«… no one escapes Paris' grasp»
Then he reached one of his vest's pockets and pulled out a shock-collar
attached with a chain, that swiftly putted around Ezra's neck. The Togruta
lifted up the teen and returned to the previous position with a more squirming
Ezra on his lap. Annoyed, the man pulled the chain, drawing near the teen, and
continued to rub Ezra's form, then whispered intimidating:
« If you reject me another time, I'll make you suffer even more»
And with that, he began to lick his cheek, then he thrown the teen above the
table, making fall almost everything onto the floor. The Togruta quickly turned
the boy over and opened his vest, revealing his long erected cock that thrusted
inside Ezra's hole. The boy screamed with all of his breath, but was suddenly
gagged by the man's hand who now was squeezing with the other hand the teen's
nipples.
As the thrusts were increasing speed, the teen felt more pain and shed tears.
The Togruta pulled him, finding himself seated straight above Paris, who never
stopped poking. The hand that was gagging him was slowly hauling his face
nearer the one of the Togruta and when the man had a clear vision of Ezra's
gaze, he grinned and with his tongue licked the teen's tears, lastly he
smooched him passionately.
Ezra couldn't think straight, he was overcame by fear, disgust for himself and
pain, his only desire was to disappear. After more thrusts, the teen felt
Paris's seed filling him, then the Togruta's body went limp and with a last
moan, rested his hands above the boy's tights, groping them slowly:
« You can't hide from me, I'll always know where you're, because this collar
has a tracking device and if you try to go out from this Pleasure House...
it'll shock you until you're dead. The same thing happens when you try to
remove it. Keep it in mind, I need you alive because…»
From this point, the Togruta's voice became more deep and angered:
« I had to exchange one of my most lucrative slave for you, so don't let me
down»
The boy was incredulous and couldn't restrain himself from asking, with a
cracked voice:
« Then why did you purchase me?»
Paris tought for a moment, seizing him up and smirking, at last he maliciously
replied:
« Because of those puppy eyes of yours»
As he said so, he caressed the teen's cheek and patted his hair. Ezra was
shocked now more then ever, but the Togruta's last words harassed him even
more:
« Now you're officially an "Uke", trainer Azul will mentor you and time after
time I'll test you, in order to see your progress. Before introducing you to
Azul, there's one last thing to do»
Again he immersed one of his hands inside his pocket and emerged with a thin
golden headband with tinies blue gems in its center, that putted around Ezra's
forehead. Then he divided himself from the teen, he reached for a commlink
hidden in his sleeve and called the trainer, that entered the room almost
immediately after the call.
The trainer was a Zeltron male with long blue hair, tied in a braid and had big
cruel indigo eyes, he had a muscular and tall form with a diagonal scar
crossing his chest from left to right and was wearing a pair of black ledder
pants with a belt covered by studs and a rolled up lash attached on his side.
The Zeltron and the Togruta exchanged an understanding glance and what happened
after was almost humiliating for the human teen.
The Zeltron approached the two and immediately lifted up Ezra, grabbing him
bridal style, only to throw him onto the floor and abruptly stripping him,
finally he snatched the chain and dragged the teen out of the room, until they
entered in another dark chamber. Ezra was stuck on the floor, massaging his
aching body and trying to regain self control, but every attempt was screwed-up
by the trainer that lifted Ezra up on his feet and stared at him with lecherous
eyes, his deep and playful voice:
«Hi Cutie! Paris told me about you and your role»
Said the red skinned male Zeltron, patting Ezra's raven hair and grinned.
« From now on I'll call you Cutie, until you'll earn a name, got it?»
The teen nodded with confusion, gazing the Zeltron's indigo eyes that
scrutinized the boy's features, then the teen felt his chin being caressed by
the Zeltron's hand, that continued his speech with a firm and mild tone:
« My name is Azul, call me trainer Azul, remember this and keep in mind your
position in the food chain of this Pleasure House. Right now you're like the
grass where everyone can step on and do whatever they want, while I'm one of
the many generous gardeners that take under thiers wings the grass, in order to
transform it into marvellous flower, understood?»
Again, the teen absently nodded and let the Zeltron did whatever he wanted.
Azul grabbed the chain attached to the shock-collar and forced Ezra to walk
toward a red velvet bed, that stood in the center of the room. He lifted up the
limp body of the boy and throwed him onto the comfy sheets.
« Lesson number one: your target is the "Seme", or to be more precise the
"active", the "dominant" in a sex relationship, while you are the "Uke", the
passive who can't fight against the will of him or her...»
The Zeltron approached the hopeless teen, who didn't try to crawl back from
him, fearing to receive a more painful punishment, then Azul towered on top of
him and with swift movements seized Ezra's wrists, pressing them against the
soft bed. The Zeltron pushed forward his body, making a tight contact with the
teen's form and continued with the same mild and firm voice:
«Your task is simple, obey the guest's wishes and do whatever he or she asks…
everything, even the most absurd one»
The last part was told with an intimidating tone, but Ezra didn't flinch, he
just gazed away, wishing again to disappear in that moment. He didn't fought or
squirmed from the Zeltron when he rubbed his red hands across his chest, he
didn't moan when Ezra felt his nipples being squeezed for the third time in a
row or his manhood stroked, only his body reacted naturally, while his mind was
surrounded by the same voices of the nightmare and had to recover from the
previous abuse.
He felt numb and worthless, from that point on he gave up, accepting
reluctantly his fate and obeying every demand Azul ordered him to do. Firstly,
Ezra began to kiss and lick his trainer's neck, then the nipples and lastly the
cock, lingering on licking him more. The man enjoyed every minute of it,
moaning loudly and complimenting him, then he pulled his manhood inside the
boy's mouth while with his hand grasped steadily the teen's hair and started to
thrust him back and forward, ignoring his struggle to breath. After he cummed,
the trainer turned the boy over and penetrated him, roughly without excitation.
Ezra screamed again, arching his back as the pace of the thrusts increased.
Azul laughed, filled with pleasure, he wrapped the boy with his strong arms and
whispered, while nibbling his ear:
«Scream loudler! Scream and moan! That it's what they want… their most pervy
dreams become true, and you're the one who realize them, keep it in mind,
Cutie»
The Zeltron completely stopped, releasing the boy from his embrace and stared
at him, watching with delight the frantically rise and fall of the teen's chest
and his sweaty back. Ezra, sensing the release of the grip, tried to squirm
away from him, but instead the trainer gripped his hips and felt the
penetration:
«Never escape, Cutie, or...»
Said maliciously Azul, putting Ezra in a sitting position above himself, with
his right hand massaging the teen's cock and the other hand groping the thigh,
spreading the legs and continuing to nibble his ear:
«… or you'll be punished, harshly and painfully, I'll give you a little peek»
The Zeltron gave the finals thrusts and cummed for the second time inside the
teen's slim body, after awhile he existed from him and stood up, smiling:
«Today's lesson is finished, we'll see each other again tomorrow, and the day
after… until you'll learn everything I have to teach you»
Then he pulled the chain of the collar, dragging Ezra out from the bed and the
room. Outside the room, in the dark corridor, the trainer lifted up Ezra,
holding him bridal style and kept going, crossing the numerous red metallics
doors, suddenly stopping in front of a blue and grey door. The Zeltron opened
it, glancing inside, then grabbed the teen's chin and rotated his vision toward
the inside and whispered:
« Do you see, Cutie? That's what happens when someone is reluctant or too cocky
and doesn't obey or respect the Great Master»
WARNING: this part is a little bit "macabre" , I didn't decribed in minute
detail, but if you are too sensitive don't read it, skip to the next bold sign
The gruesome scene shocked Ezra so much that his bones were shaking in fear.
Inside the dim room were countless bodies of different species that were
consuming sexual relations in every unimaginable ways, some of them didn't seem
to move.
«The " insurgents" stay here without food or water for at least three days,
being abused non-stop by our most "special guests" , and if at the end this
period of time they keep to be rebellious… well…»
He pointed a finger toward some women that weren't moving and seemed to be
asleep:
« We leave them until their corpses are too rotten to stay here…»
Ezra shaked when he processed those information with what he saw, he nearly
puked up and wriggled in the man's grasp, diverting his gaze, but the Zeltron
forced him to watch again and spoke threatening:
« Look, Cutie, observe this and crave it in your mind for your future. And just
to make you know, even your corpse can be lucrative...»
Now you can continue
After stopping his speech, with a single push, he closed the door and
approached another one that was white and pink. Azul grinned and released Ezra,
putting him on his feet, then he detached the chain from the teen's collar and
put a hand on his shoulder, while the other strong hand opened slightly the
door:
« Now, this is your… today's "homework", don't let me down and remember my
first lesson: obey their commands or you'll go in THAT room»
At the merely mention of the room, Ezra's blood froze in his veins and decided
to willingly go inside the mysterious room. As he entered, the door slammed and
found himself surrounded by different species of women that grabbed him and
screamed like a bounce of fangirls…
***** The nightmare is real: A new ally, perhaps? *****
                                 Chapter_four
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             The_nightmare_is_real
                             A new ally, perhaps?
                                        
He couldn't believe that he would had to it AGAIN, almost immediately after the
third time. He was really tired of it, his very wish was to wake up from that
delirium, but he knew too well that it wasn't possible and in order to survive
or to not being thrown in THAT room, he'd obey.
"What have I done in my entire life for deserving THIS?" thought Ezra
frustrated, when the five masked women surrounded and hugged him, screaming
like lunatics. There were two humans, one was dark skinned while the other was
olive-colored skinned, one orange skinned Togruta, one blue skinned humanoid
alien and a Mirialan. The dark skinned woman was the first to separate herself
from the forced embrace and took action, squezzing the teen's tan cheek, and
then exclaimed with a sharp voice:
« What a cute little man we have here, don't you agree, girls?»
The others replied with a nod, swiftly starting to rub and group his form
without forgetting an inch of his smooth skin, then they slowly pushed him
toward the big white bed, throwing him onto it and then they eagerly circled
him, towering him for a few moments.
The Mirialan was the first to spoke, excited:
«We'll have a great time with you, so start to suck my nipples»
The teen reluctantly rose up from his laying position and secured his lips
around the Mirialan's left nipple, sucking and licking it without enthusiasm,
action that the Mirialan immediately noticed, so she abruptly pushed the teen
away and roughly grasped his jaw, forcing him to look in her crystal blue eyes,
withstanding her wrath:
« You call that "sucking"? Put more passion in that or…»
She didn't finish the sentence because the teen promptly restarted to lick and
suck her nipple, this time feverishly and convinced, also squeezing the other
nipple with his fingers, making the woman squeal with pleasure. The others four
women surrounded the two and continued to touch him with wishfully hands, then
they drove him down against the clean matress, separating his lips from the
Mirialan's nipple, that now was above him, gazing him with bad intentions.
She glanced the others women with an understanding look, recieving a strong nod
by them that swiftly bounded the boy's arms and legs with their hands, while
the Mirialan positionated her knees just above Ezra's shoulders, having him
pressed against her womanhood, and lastly she said:
« Start. To. Lick. My. Pussy. Now.»
What he had to do? She was practically pressing her intimacy against his lips,
so he reluctantly pulled out the tip of his tongue and gingerly pressed it
toward the pussy, and when he touched it, he ran his tongue up and down trying
to not enter further, but the woman had oder plans. So she pushed herself near
to his face, causing the boy to lick more internally her intimacy. While this
was happening, the orange Togruta putted quickly his right hand's fingers in
contact with her own intimacy, pushing his index and middle finger eagerly
inside, the black skinned mimiced the Togruta, grabbing , instead, the teen's
left hand. The other human woman fondled keenly Ezra's flat stomach, immediatly
after she kissed variuos times that part of the teen's body, leaving little
hickeys as she continued, while the blue humanoid putted on the boy's cock a
prophylactic, but only after she had willingly strocked it, making it harder in
her hand. Lastly the blue woman squeezed her own nipples and finally she thrown
herself on the teen's erected organ, forcing him to enter violently in her
womanhood with a single thrust that made her release a moan.
The moans filled the pink and white room, Ezra's mind was blurred as if a dense
fog had overcame it, preventing him to think straight and letting his body act
naturally, then he came inside the blue woman, that screamed of joy and was
pulled out by the Togruta. The Togruta swifltly changed the condom and also she
pressed the organ inside her pussy, thrusting more and more quickly as the
moments passed, causing Ezra to cum for the second time in a row, but this
wasn't the end, in fact it was only the start.
After the Togruta, she exchanged her position with the olive-colored skinned
woman, while the blue one had already placed herself at the previous position
of the Togruta, then everyone of them exchanged position every time the teen
cummed, he had to lick evenly for several times their womanhoods, this twisted
circle continued for ten times, at that point Ezra couldn't bare it anymore. He
was exhausted mentally and physically, and he was determined to not obey
anymore, so he refused to lick for the third time the Mirialan that demanded
him furiously to continue, obtaining nothing.
The Mirialan stood up, towering and staring at the boy with a mischievous grin,
lastly she reached her black veil that hid her head and from it emerged a
little remote with two red buttons in it, swinging it near his eyes, she said
teasing him:
« This is the remote of your freedom and sorrow, maybe we can free you if you
continue to obey us…»
The dense fog around Ezra dissipated, and the world stopped for a few moments,
his eyes opened widely at the realization that he could escape that crazy world
and return to his tower, his shelter, his only home. Then the scene re started
to move with the teen that quickly stood up, frantically trying to take the
remote, his hope was reborn and like a marooned that saw the earth, he wanted
to grab it. The Mirialan was fast to raise her hand up, avoiding that the boy
could grab the remote and laughed loudly, while she thrown the device to the
Togruta, who caught it and taunted the boy, saying playfully:
« Come here, doggie! I have your freedom in my hands!»
As Ezra approached her, the Togruta thrown the remote to the olive-colored
skinned human, and also she teased him and finally thrown it again to another
woman. As this cruel game went on, the boy felt his desperation and frustration
growing, his mind was playing tricks to him, in fact the room was spinning and
the women now were swiftly deforming their appearences in laughing masks that
were hunting him. He couldn't bare the frenzy hallucination anymore, he wrapped
his head with his trembling hands and, closing his eyes, shouted angrily with
all the air in his lungs:
« Stop it! Give me the damn remote and leave me alone!»
Suddenly the ruckus stopped, the five women froze in their position and stood
up, saying in unison with a robotic and cold tone:
«We'll give you the damn remote and leave you alone»
The teen winced and quickly opened his eyes, remaining still for a few moments,
struck by the scene in front of him: the blue skinned humanoid alien gave him
the device and then the little group of women left the room with a calm and
robotic pace, leaving a speechless and stunned Ezra behind.
The boy was froze in his seated position, wondering how everything happened but
then he remembered the device in his hands, leaving the topic for later
observation. Excited, he pushed the first button, hoping to open the collar but
nothing happened. It was a punch in his gut, but he didn't completely
surrendered to delusion, there was the second button that swiftly pushed and…
again, nothing happened. This time the punch was far more sore, the teen tried
to push others combinations but nothing happened, in the end he thrown the
remote against the bright pink wall, destroying it and curled himself into a
ball, setting free all his sorrow, sobbing and shedding tears.
He didn't realized that the five women had left the door open, so he was
surprised when a male mild and deep voice said:
«You know, little boys like you shouldn't show themselves weak, especially in
this place»
Ezra rose up his gaze and looked the standing figure that was leaning against
the door frame. He was a Pantoran, a tall and muscular dark blue skinned man,
with short pastel silver-purple hair and big bright golden eyes. He wore a pair
of black ledder pants, a white tank top and he aslo had a shock-collar around
his neck, but the headband that encircled his forehead was silver with five
cherry red gems and strangely he hadn't no sign of yellow markings. He smiled
and calmly walked toward the crying teen, but he stopped halfway when Ezra
demanded terrified:
« What you want from me!?»
The man froze for a moment, then he smirked and continued to walk, more
confident then before, without answering the teen, who now was drawing back and
when the Pantoran's shadow was almost covering his quivering form, Ezra shouted
releasing his fear:
« You also want to di it like the others? Do you want to taunt me? Why aren't
you speaking? ANSWER ME»
Again, the mysterious Pantoran remained silent, staring and towering the
frightened boy with a pity expression on his face. Ezra couldn't bare anymore
that gaze, so he swiftly stood up and aimed the Pantoran, trying to punch him
but the man was faster. The Pantoran grabbed the boy's wrists and forced them
behind the back of Ezra's slim form, then pushed him against the bed.
All happened in a flash, the Pantoran tied the teen with a thin shiny chain
that was wrapping the man's waist, then he took one of the bed's sheets and
rolled it, applling it on Ezra's mouth. He took another sheet and with that he
bound tightly the boy, covering him completely, even the face. Finally the
Pantoran lifted up the teen and grabbed him bridal style, keeping him close to
his own chest, as if he had to protect a valuable treasure that anybody could
easily steal. Then he quickly exited the room with a squirming and muttering
teen wrapped in his strong arms.
The two crossed many doors and different corridors, hiding in empty rooms when
someone was passing, all this ended when the Pantoran entered in a dark and
squalid corridor, with rusty doors. The unknown man stopped in front of the
third door in the left side and opened it. Despite the state of the corridor,
the room was big and luxurious: the floor was shiny white and also the walls,
with four golden columns that were standing at the angles of the room. A round
king size bed laid in the center, with sumptuous gold and silver curtains that
were folded against the wall, in the left side of the room a big lucid black
wardrobe stood. Even without windows, the lamps emanated different kinds of
light that changed the atmosphere in the room.
The Pantoran gently placed Ezra onto the bed and opened another door, entering
in the refresher. The teen, feeling the releasing and the absence of the man,
took the occasion to slid from the bed and fell onto the floor, then tried to
contort himself from the chain, at least freed his hands. He failed, but this
didn't discouraged the boy, that focused into unwrapping first the sheets and
then the chain. He rolled over in different directions until he bumped towards
the Pantoran's feet. Once again, Ezra felt his fear growing and rolled over to
the opposite direction, bumping into the bed, gaining a frustrated sigh:
« Did they said to you that you're stubborn and frustrating?»
The Pantoran again lifted up the boy, placing him again on the comfy bed, where
he slowly and carefully unbounded him. As his bindings were removed, the teen
immediately sprinted toward the rusty door, triying to escape, but irremedialy
fell against the cold floor. The man rose up a brow and approached the
wriggling teen that was trying to stand up, then the Pantoran helped him and
finally took him again in his arms. Ezra wasn't happy about this and writhed
against the grip, but he felt like he was covered with sticky material and his
body was really hot and sore, so it resulted only a mess of feeble thrusts. The
Pantoran chuckled and took him inside the refresher.
Also the refresher was luxurious as the bedroom: shiny white floor and walls
with lucid obsidian black decorations, a round black and white big tub with
golden side that was already filled with transparent water stood in the far
left angle, while in the right side a big white sink with upon a majestic
mirror and two black closets in the corner, then a toilet and a sonic shower
were placed at the bottom of the wide space.
The Pantoran gingerly immersed the teen in the water, then approached the
closets and from there seized a black comb and a couple of bubble bath, lastly
an Eukamint oil.
« Usually I don't use the tub, but I thought that it would be better for you,
now come here, I'll clean you thoughtfully»
Ezra didn't move for a moment, then decided to backward, remembering his last
bath experience with Venus, shivers run through his spine. Regaining his last
pieces of his cocky attitude, said:
« You know, actually I know how to clean myself without an adult to watch me,
I'm not a kid anymore»
The man lowered his shoulders, a veil of compassion fell upon his gaze and
replied with a soft and candid voice:
« Your cocky attitude won't help, lower your guard I don't want to harm you,
I'm sincere »
Ezra couldn't make the same mistake twice, so he stayed where he was, staring
the Pantarn with a hateful gaze:
« First: how could I trust someone that had bound and dragged me here against
my will? Second: I can't trust someone that didn't introduced himself first»
The Pantoran smiled, his veil of compassion was still there and calmly spoke:
« Well, I can remedy everything, my name is Chyon Ryuji, sorry for abruptly and
rudely "kidnapped" you, but it was necessary in order to protect you from
others… "horny" slaves…»
The teen didn't completely believe him, he could feel something like a far
voice that was telling him to trust the man, but didn't want to risk. They both
remained still, staring at each other, the Pantoran waiting for a response,
Ezra watched his every movements and a possible escape way. The silence was
interrupted by the man's sudden action, he stripped away his clothes and
entered the tub, quickly grabbing the shocked boy in a warm and comforting
embrace. Ezra froze for awhile, but didn't wriggle away, somehow the man's hug
calmed him down and for the first time he let himself cradle by Chyon,
strangely melting in his embrace. When Chyon felt the boy's body limp, he
started to scrub and comb him, measuring every his gesture, in order to
preserve that frail built trust and not to scare the teen.
After the Pantoran finished to clean the boy, he rose up and existed the tub,
drying himself in a white towel that he took from one of the closets. Then he
took an extra blue towel that putted above the tub's corner and dressed himself
with the tossed clothes, before exiting the refresher he spoke:
« I'll go get you something to eat, I'll lock you inside for your safety. Stay
in the tub as much as you want, in the closet there are some clothes that you
can take. Got it?»
Ezra nodded and rapidly asked, curious:
« Why are you doing this for me?»
Chyon wasn't surprised and replied with all of his sincere voice, mixed with a
pinch of range, staring at Ezra's eyes with a shadow of anger in his gaze:
« Because I don't want to see another kid being heartlessly raped by an horde
of people that only want to dump their desperation to the weakest one»
Chyon grabbed the door's pommel so hard that his hand became almost violet, but
then he released the grip and continued:
« Stay in this room and nothing will happen, don't open to anyone, I'll come
back as soon as possible»
And then he exited, locking the rusty door and leaving a confused Ezra
overthinking to the new situation he was in. He couldn't believe that somebody
was really helping him, maybe it was a trap meant to gain his trust only to
abuse him more easily. Even if it was sincere, Ezra couldn't afford to
emotionally attach with someone, not after the Empire took his parents,
Ferpil's death and the time Moorena left him, not by her choice but the teen
felt it as an abandonment. Everyone he cared of had died or abandoned him,
somehow he managed to move on, not completely, but he couldn't bear to suffer
another loss. Ezra immersed his head underwater, willingly to drown and putting
an end to that spiral of loneliness and sorrow, reaching the final peace.
He sensed his lungs being filled with the water, his vision was blurring and
the wold around him darkening and then the soft and sweet sensation of death
embraced him, passing him out...
Meanwhile,_Chyon…
Chyon walked quickly across the endless corridors, slowling his pace when he
spotted others slaves, hiding his hurry and anxiety. His mind was hunted by a
trail of thoughts, how he could obtain the teen's trust? He heard some slaves
saying that he was an urchin in his home planet, with great thievery skills but
lack of common sense, or else the boy wouldn't be here. He was probably
completely alone, so no one to come back to. That could be a problem, if he
wanted to escape from this place, he needed a motivated guy, not a broken
unwilling kid, but had he another choice? His previous partner had been… never
mind, he shoved the memory out from his mind. A large part of the slaves had
joined Paris, becoming his personal spies, but he didn't know who were these
"traitors", so he had considered the choice to involve someone new, and then
Dev Morgan arrived, the fault of his loss and a potential ally.
The Pantoran arrived in front of a grey metallic hatch with an electronic lock
and a scanner in the side. The man dialed swiftly the code and pressed his
right hand above the cold and smooth screen of the scanner, opening the door
with an hiss. It was a storage room, where shelves full of ration bars were
standing, the Pantoran entered and quickly took as many bars as he could, then
exited, slamming the hatch hurriedly and ran. As he was approaching his room,
he spotted a group of slaves that were harshly patrolling every room they
entered, a yellow male Twi'lek said, mocking to no one with a fake sugary sweet
voice:
«Dev! Come here sweetie, we want to play with you!»
A loud sneering laugh burst between the males, then a deep voice that came from
inside the room, continued:
« Yes, come to play with us! We won't hurt you»
This time a man added, jeering:
« Well, maybe a little but you'll love it»
The laughters became more loud, some of them even knelt on thier knees, Chyon
could sense his blood boil of wrath and his head fuming. He couldn't bear the
fact that there were people who liked to mock and abuse in group a little kid,
he was close to punch them really hard, but rationality told him that it wasn't
worthy, he had to think about the teen, so he passed the group, trying to be
unnoticed, and then:
« Hey Chyon! Have you found the new guy? This so called Dev Morgan?»
The Pantoran cursed himself for not being stealthy enough, he gathered all his
cool temperament and with his most nonchalant voice, responded:
« No, why are you asking?»
A white female Togruta approached him, and said sternly, crossing her arms:
«What kind of stupid question is that? We want to do what we do to every
fragile newcomer is here: rape him or her! So if you find the little boy, don't
be egotist and share him with us, got it?»
Then she moved her face near to the Pantoran's left ear and whispered:
« Isold, Venus, Paris and Azul have already tasted him and said he is a juicy
one, but there's a mystery…»
The Togruta's indigo eyes met the golden ones:
« Trainer Azul had left him with five females guests… when they finished, they
didn't remember what had happened after they had done it, but they were
completely naked and wet… And it isn't all! When Azul went in the room, he
found ten used condoms, TEN!»
The Togruta grabbed the Pantoran's shoulders, and said, dramatically:
« You know what that means?»
Chyon shook his head, confused, and the other woman exclaimed:
« It means that he is a talented boy and probably…»
She paused for a moment, and finally said:
« Well hung»
The Pantoran mentally facepalmed, how could that be? When he saw the teen he
didn't remember… he shoved the thought and akwardly slid away from the Togruta,
saying:
«Ok, don't worry, if I find him I'll… ehm… share everything with you»
And kept going, with a crowd of people that cheered for him on finding the boy.
Chyon thought of many ways to hide the teen until the situation was calmed
down, at least protect him from those crazy horny people, but if Paris or the
Trainer showed up he couldn't possibly do nothing. He sighed, why was
everything so complex?
He finally arrived at his destination, in a rush opened the door and entered,
locking it behind himself. Only when he was inside, he released a long waited
sigh and searched for the boy. When he didn't find him in the bedroom, he went
toward the refresher and the next thing happened in a flash. Chyon's eyes
opened widely seeing Ezra's body abandoned on the bottom of the tub,
unconscious.
***** The spider's web *****
                                 Chapter five
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                                   Interlude
                               The spider's web
 
DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, English isn't my mother tongue
The Pantoran darted toward the boy, shaking like a leaf, he lifted up the
teen's feeble form and started to shove him, but seeing that he didn't make a
move, slapped him. Then he laid the boy above the floor and started the RCP
operation, after five ventilations started counting thirty pressures on the
teen's thorax and then others two ventilations, repeating the action several
times, like a mantra. The boy was still alive, he had the pulse, what he needed
was air and then Ezra coughed, raising up his head and expelling the water
inside his lungs. He coughed several times, tossing all the water out of his
body and when he regained control, he turned against Chyon's gaze, saying
angrily:
« Why you saved me? Couldn't you let me die? Or you also want to mock me? I
know that you enjoy seeing me in these conditions, but I don't and I can't bear
it anymore, so don't interfere and just let me die!»
Chyon stared at him, immobile and stunned, only for immediately slap Ezra's
cheek with a strong smack, throwing the teen's face against the ground with a
thud. This was the first part of the Pantoran's outburst, the second was a
enraged long speech that Ezra craved in his mind for the rest of his life:
« What the fuck are you saying, boy!? Let you die? That's nonsense! After I
practically saved you, preventing another rape, you thanks me with a "let me
die"? You don't know even what real pain is! I had suffered even worst
situations than you! Ask me, how long I have been stuck here?»
Seeing the teen not replying and staring at him with a scared and curious gaze,
he continued with a lower tone:
« For six years, six nightmarish years, and if I tell you in which planet we
are… »
He paused for a moment, seeing the boy that was expectantly watching him:
« Nar Shadda, the Smuggler's Moon, one of the most dangerous places of the
Galaxy, where all the scum meets up»
The silence fell upon them for awhile, and then Chyon interrupted it:
« If you give up, they win, because that's what they want: broken people that
can be easily subdued for their own benefit. Do you really want to be treat
like a puppet? Do you really want to permit them to taunt you? Do you really
want to waste your existence and been ruined by a bounce of wicked, perverted
and twisted scums? It isn't worthy, so stand up and fight back! Fight with me
for our freedom, because unity makes us stronger and hope is our fuel. When
hope dies, you become a walking dead, a body without soul, are you something
like that, kid?»
Ezra was astonished, the Pantoran before him has been through much sorrow for
six years and never broke, while he has been in that place for less than two
days and was already giving up. He was disappointed of himself, how could he
have been so stupid? Where was the cocky street rat that survived for so many
years alone? He was still there, submerged by his nonsensical thoughts,
dormant, waiting for his reborn and that time has come.
Chyon extended an hand toward him, gazing the teen with a resolved and haughty
expression, then firmly asked:
«...Or are you a warrior that won't break easily? If you take my hand, you'll
accept to work with me in order to regain our freedom. Will you stand with me?»
Ezra didn't questioned a second time and firmly took the hand that was hanging
before him, raising up from the floor and saying with a cheeky grin:
« Of course I'll stand in order to escape from this crazy place, why are you
asking ?»
Chyon warmly smiled and playfully patted the teen's hair, chuckling replied:
« Well, that was the first step, the second is… give something to cover with»
Only now Ezra realized that he was completely naked and, lightly blushed while
trying to cover with his hands his intimacy. The Pantoran, instead, hearty
laughed, gently tapping the boy's shoulders and finally said:
«Don't worry Dev, we're both men and personally I prefer women, so you're safe
with me»
Then Chyon turned and grabbed the towels that were resting above the tub's
corner and with them wrapped Ezra's body, starting to dry him. Ezra now was
somewhat relieved and a warm sensation arose in his chest, for the first time
in eight years of loneliness he felt truly protected and safe.
When Chyon finished, he approached the closet and took a pair of loose black
trousers, a white shirt and a pair of underpants and gave them to the teen,
saying:
« Probably they'll stay to you a little bit broad, but better this than nothing
and… about before… sorry for slapping you, I wasn't myself in that moment…»
He lowered his gaze, scratching his nape nervously, without knowing what to do
next, Ezra just smiled, placing his hand above the Pantoran's shoulder,
extending extremely his arm, speaking:
« You have done what you had to do, in fact I really needed someone that could
shove my hunted toughts, so… Thank you»
Chyon's gaze rose up, fixing the boy's electric blue eyes that now were
sprinkling of joy, because he had found a "partner in crime" for the escape.
The man again patted Ezra's head and lead him out of the 'fresher, approaching
the bed, then he took a ration bar and gave it to the teen, that immediately
ate ravenous. Chyon enjoyed the scene and offered the teen others bars, while
he ate another slowly, a loud silence filled the room with the boy's chewing as
background music.
After Ezra felt his hunger satisfied, he laid on the bed, exhausted and decided
that Chyon could be entrusted with his real name, so he started to speak:
« Chyon, there's one thing that I have to say…»
The teen stood up and glazed the man that now had his complete attention toward
him:
«… my real name is Ezra… Ezra Bridger»
Chyon let his jaw fell, in awe and Ezra continued:
« Dev Morgan is only an alias… I was really tempted by saying Jabba the Hutt,
but it would be too obvious so…»
He was stopped by another laugh and a little playful punch on his shoulder by
the Pantoran, who exclaimed:
« You're indeed a smart one, Ezra Bridger»
They both burst of laughs, enjoying the little innocent and happy moment, that
was interrupted by a loud and strong knock on the door. They both flinched,
Chyon hurriedly gagging Ezra with his hand, gesturing him to stay silent, then
he freed him after an understanding nod:
«Who's there?»
Asked the Pantoran in an authoritarian way, getting close to the door, but not
opening it.
« Chyoooon, did you find sweetie? Dev Morgan?»
Chyon's heart started to race, his blood froze and responded, keeping cool:
« No, search in another room…»
« Open the door we want to be sure that you haven't him!»
The other voice burst impatient, while the Pantoran immediately reached the
black closet that stood against the left wall, shouting:
« Wait! I need to change!»
And started to rummage in it, opening it and moving out some boxes, revealing a
secret compartment that was empty. Chyon gestured to Ezra to came closer, then
he pointed the compartment and gave him a portable respirator mask that he had
taken from one of the boxes. The teen nodded, showing that he understood the
situation, then he put on the mask and curled in the dark small compartment,
finding quickly a comfortable position. The Pantoran sealed the teen inside and
re moved the boxes at their previous positions and checked if there were some
others evidences of the kid. After cleaning quickly everything up, he
approached the door and deeply inhaled, opening the door to the rude group of
men.
The men didn't say a thing and swiftly scoured every inch of the room, making a
mess, while Chyon's heart was bumping frantically, keeping his gaze as cold as
he could. Luckily, the five men finished quickly and left with disappointment,
slamming the door violently. When thier steps were far away from the room, the
Pantoran jerked toward the closet and finally released Ezra from his hiding.
The teen was panting frantically but almost immediately he calmed down,
regaining his regular breath and rose up on his feet.
« That was easy, the problem isn't them, it's Paris and Azul, they can track
everyone and when they'll find you here, well… the others will come and… you
know what happen next»
Ezra swallowed at the mere thought of that, and then asked worried:
« There isn't a way of hiding me, is it?»
Chyon grabbed his own chin, narrowing his eyes, then sigghed:
« Maybe, we'll think about it later, for now you're safe tonight, there's one
thing that I have to say to you»
He glazed the boy and continued:
« I know someone that can rescue us from this place: Cikatkro Vizago , he's a
smuggler that owe me a debt of life, and I also have a comm that can put us in
contact with him, but there are two problems. You'll join me whatever
complication there's?»
The Pantoran grabbed both Ezra's shoulders, forcing him in an eye-contact,
waiting his answer. The teen nodded twice and acclaimed:
« I'll do whatever it takes to leave this place»
Ezra stared back at Chyon's serious expression, that continued to speak:
« The first problem is that we need a long range communicator, the second is…»
Before the Pantoran could continue, Ezra felt a shiver ran down his spine, and
then Chyon's gaze changed into a wicked one, even his grip on the boy
tightened, and finally showed his true nature:
« I need desperately a really cute partner for the rest of my life»
Jade:  PLOT TWIST, you didn't see it, right?
Aekimis:  After all this is a DELIRIUM
Ezra opened widely his eyes and tried to shrink back from Chyon, but this one
had wrapped him in his strong arms, lifted his squirming form up and was
transporting him toward the bed, where he was ultimately thrown onto it.
The Pantoran quickly grabbed the chain that was laying in the ground and loudly
exclaimed:
« I claim you, Ezra Bridger as mine»
He swiftly attached the chain to Ezra's collar and chained his writs up,
putting them above the teen's head, then he turned him over, having his back
pressed against his covered and hard manhood, at last he started to strip him
slowly, enjoying every squirm the boy emitted:
« You shouldn't have entrusted me with your real name, because now I can easily
command you»
He placed his index finger upon Ezra's nape and made it ran across his spine,
making the boy squirm even more, and when the figer reached the end, he grabbed
both trousers and underwear, calmly pulling them. Ezra cursed himself for being
so stupid, he tried several times to rose up and ran away from the psycho, but
Chyon had already placed one of his hands above his own head, digging the boy's
face against the pillow, causing the teen only to moan and scream, the weight
of the chain added more ache.
The Pantoran had removed Ezra's clothes, but before doing anything else he
continued to ran his finger up and down across the teen's spine, stopping and
digging it against the smooth tanned skin, making the teen jump and arch his
back.
« Yes… moan, scream and squirm, my sweet boy»
Said Chyon delighted, eagerly grabbing the wiggling legs and spreading them
widely, finally putting each of them against his own blue hips, having complete
access to the teen's hole. Chyon examinated the boy's intimacy with a twisted
and hungry gaze, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, excited. He
unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing and avid cock and positioned its tip
just above the hole, then said:
« This the seal of our union, Ezra dear»
And with a single thrust, he entered into the wriggling and screaming body of
Ezra, poking quickly without hesitation.
Ezra could hear again the laughs in his mind, the same shame and fear amplified
for thousands of times, and then he felt his body being turned, always with the
Pantoran's member inside of him, sensing even more pain and panting like crazy.
The boy's eyes opened and saw again the crowd of people with black clothes
behind Chyon, standing in the same position of his dream, but this time
everyone of them was pointing adversely finger against him, in silence, while
Chyon now was running his hands across his chest, squeezing his nipples, making
Ezra plead to stop, instead the man increased the thrusts' pace.
The teen released a long painful shout that Chyon enjoyed to hear and gradually
slowed down the thrusts until he finally stopped, staring at the boy with a
pleasureded gaze, his glowing golden eyes eating every inch of the sweaty and
sore form of Ezra, that continued to beg for his release with his eyes tightly
shut.
Chyon rose up one of his hands and played with the teen's black-blue logs, then
lowered it, caressing his cheeks , lastly seizing the trembling chin, pushing
it toward himself, in a slow and calm motion and then he secured his lips
against the ones of Ezra, willingly smooching the teen.
It was a battle of tongues, the virile one of the Pantoran dominated the shaky
one of the boy, whose was searching to divide himself from the forced contact
while the other was continuously pushing him, fastening his body closely to his
blue one.
Only when Chyon had explored happily the teen's mouth and felt satisfied, he
freed the teen's lips and restarted to thrust inside Ezra, his pace growing
tremendously fast, even the bed was trembling. All of a sudden, the Pantoran
stopped and cummed, satisfied, filling the boy with all of his essence and then
he collapsed with Ezra under himself, and he continued to lick eagerly the
teen's silky and sweaty skin.
« You decieved me… why you did it? Why?»
Questioned Ezra with a frustrated and desperate tone, almost screaming. Chyon
stopped to lick him, annoyed, and responded, sincerely:
« When Paris bough you, he had to exchange another slave in order to obtain
you… and that slave is… was… my wife, one of the most beautiful Tholothian in
the entire Galaxy, and…»
He paused for a moment and continued, shouting:
« and they took her away from me, forever… So I have all the rights to claim
you, she was mine and now you're mine, and nobody will interfere, bear with it,
my dear»
Ezra couldn't believe his ears, and replied:
« It isn't my fault that they separated your wife from you! I'm not the one to
blame!»
The Pantoran giggled, putting one of his fingers upon the teen's lips, hushing
him and said:
« I don't blame you, but I consider you as a "compensation" for my loss,
that's, no more than that and I already said that we'll escape this place
together. Do as I say and we'll be out of here soon»
Ezra twitched, he was shocked and didn't understand Chyon's behaviour, he
couldn't find an answer to it, how could he trust him after what he had done?
He couldn't, but then another voice inside him said that he was the one to
trust, remembering that he had saved him by an entire group of rapists, taking
the risk by hiding him and moments before he had also saved his life and took
care of him… What should he do? Chyon observed Ezra, noticing the interior
conflict of the boy, he took advantage of it and said:
« I know that you are confused by all this situation, but if you completely put
your faith and body to me, we'll be out of here. Instead, if you want to go
away from me, I'll let you go, but you'll have to deal with entire groups of
horny slaves that will rape you whenever they want, without any second
thoughts. I'm begging you, trust me»
At this point, the Pantoran exited from the teen and laid near Ezra, unchaining
his wrists and finally he clutched one of his arms around the boy, and the next
phrase really confused the teen:
« Ezra, I'm giving you another choice: stay and be safe, with the hope to
escape, go and be destroyed, losing everything, even yourself. Just you to
know, the newcomers that don't have someone like me to cover them, one day will
go certainly in THAT room»
The teen swallowed tightly, remembering the never-ending rape scene, Ezra
really didn't want to go inside there and decided, even if reluctantly, to stay
with Chyon:
« I think that's better staying with you, but how can you do protect me from
the others? Why you only NOW you're certain that you can protect me?»
The Pantoran straighten the grip on the boy and replied, calmly:
« Let me explain step by step... you see, the headband that we wear indicates
our status, that change after Paris " tests" you, the more aggressive and
dominant you're with him, the higher your status will be, but in order to live
better than the others you also have to make yourself know above the guests.
Got it?»
Ezra nodded and Chyon continued his explanation. In the end, the teen
understood that the slaves with headbands similar to the one of Chyon were the
most important in the Pleasure House and could have a personal slave of the
lowest "ranks", the others ranks were divided in three different colours: the
one that belonged to Ezra was the lowest one, and they couldn't oppose against
the will of the others; the ones with green gems mounted in a golden headband
were the next, they didn't have privileges but they weren't always persecuted;
the penultimate wore a silver headband with yellow gems, they had a few
privileges like more rations of food and could have some fun with the slaves
underneath their rank. Lastly there were the specials categories: the trainers,
they were former slaves that obtained the right to "teach" by Paris; then there
were the ones that didn't wear the collar or a headband, the prostitutes, they
could do whatever they wanted but had to respect the great master' orders.
Lastly there was Paris, the great master, the one who arranged every
"encounter" and all the deals in the Pleasure House. When a important slave
took "under his wing" another slave of the lawest rank as his own, the others
slaves couldn't touch him or her, and to symbolaze this "ownership" the
selected slave was chainged to his "master", and they would share every task
together, even the guests.
After the explanation, Chyon planned their tactic in order to escape offworld:
the Pantoran would scrape together a subspace transceiver, integrating the comm
that he had, in order to track Vizago, while Ezra had the task to lure the
guests into donating him valuable objects, in order to resell them or corrupt
some others smugglers, for a ride off-world.
Even if the teen wasn't completely sure to trust the Pantoran, he had no other
choice and agreed with him. Immediately the day after their plan was put into
action, outside the room Ezra acted as an obedient slave that always followed
Chyon, also because he was literally chained to him, and had to bear Azul's
"lessons".
The most amusing time was when they met the group of men that wanted to abuse
the teen, their expression was priceless and the white Togruta tried to
convince the Pantoran to share with them some fun, but she failed miserably and
nobody tried it again, also Venus and Isold never showed up again.
More than nine months quickly passed, maybe almost one year. Ezra experienced
various unpleasant and painfully situations but Chyon was always there to
support and comfort him, even when the teen dreamed about the same crowd of
pepople that harrassed him with their scornful laughs . The Pantoran, in that
period, in order to distract the boy from his hunted nightmare, told him pieces
of his past. In that way, the teen learned that Chyon before was a loyal
Pantoran, born in a high class but he renegade his loyalty after he met Katal
Saadi, the Tholothian pirate that stole his heart and made him decide to
abandon everyone in order to become a smuggler and pirate, only to stay with
her. Chyon told Ezra with enthusiasm about their adventures and business with
powerfull crime lords, lastly the fateful day when they were ambushed by a crew
of pirates on the payroll of Azmorigan.
Ezra saw the Pantoran's eyes been filled with pain and sadness as he remembered
the scene where the pirates raped Katal, making him see without doing a thing
and lastly thrown them in the slave market, where they were both purchased by
Paris, and lived together that same room for the six years, until the day they
rudely took her away from him. After hearing his story, Ezra also told him his
own past, about his parents and how he managed to live without them, even when
the teen robbed the Zygerrian slaver, throwing himself in the current
situation. In this way, they both tacitly declared their strong dependance
within each other, and that influenced their methods of works, in fact they
were always put together with the same guests, working magnificently.
In the meantime, they had collected various kinds of jewellery and the subspace
transceiver was almost complete, Ezra was an ace liar and smooth talker, so
many women were attracted by him, he also made a name from that and his new
nickname was " Silky tongue", and everyone called him like that, but not Chyon.
In front of the others, he called the teen simply "Dev", while in the intimacy
of their room was Ezra, and in that time they consumed sexual relationships,
only for Chyon's pleasure.
And then the day of the transceiver's completion arrived, Ezra and Chyon jumped
of joy and excitedly contacted the smuggler Vizago. They had to wait many
moments, their hearts bumped with fear of no response, but then the distinctive
voice of the Devaronian exclaimed:
« Who is calling the great Cikatro Vizago?»
« Vizago, my old friend! Don't you remember your pal, Chyon Ryuji?»
Promptly replied the Pantoran with a self-confident voice, but the answer
stunned him:
« Chyon? I don't remember any Chyon Ryuji, you're wasting my time, if you don't
want to deal with me, then I'll end this conversation»
This time Ezra was the one to take action, remembering his experience with
smugglers:
« To be fair, we want to make a deal and if you accept, we'll pay with
something more valuable than credits»
That last part intrigued the Devaronian that asked, eagerly:
« What kind of merchandise are you talking about, young one?»
Ezra immediately replied without hesitation, glaring Chyon's bright golden
eyes:
« A vast collection of gems: fire rubies, sapphires, Corusca gems and…»
He never ended his speech, because a most excited Vizago shouted:
« Corusca gems?! Kid, you aren't mocking me, right? What you say is true? What
kind of insurance do you have to demonstrate? But most importantly, what you
want to purchase from me?»
The Pantoran regained control of himself and spoke, sternly:
« We need someone to rescue us from a dangerous planet, and if you accept I'll
also reveal, as "insurance", the location of a hidden Corusca gem's deposit»
A little humming was heard and then Vizago asked:
« You must be pretty desperate to bargain so much, tell me, where are you now?»
Chyon hesitated for a moment, Ezra squeezed his hand giving him courage:
« Nar Shaddaa, we are imprisoned at the Smugglers' Moon»
The crime lord bursted in a loud laugh and said:
« Nar Shaddaa? Man, you're crazy if you think that I'd rescue you from…»
Chyon felt his head fuming of rage and his blood boiling, so he screamed,
interrupting Vizago:
« Cikatro Vizago, you owe me a debt of life, I saved you from pirates and also
lent you money in order to sustain your activity! You owe me your current
position and now you liquidate me like that? Shame on you and your business!»
Only then Vizago recognized him:
« Chyon… you're THAT Chyon! How!? They said to me that you were dead… Anything
to the one that helped me twice, I believe you and accept the deal»
The Pantoran replied darkly, narrowing his eyes:
« You made a wise choice, Vizago, and now I'll send you our coordinates, we are
two people, sex slaves of Paris the golden Togruta, so better if you send
someone good enough with electric devices and with smuggling people, or well…
crazy enough to accept this job»
Another mumbling was heard, and the crime lord agreed, finally demanded the
position of the Corusca gems' deposit:
« The planet is Yavin Prime, in the Outer Rim, Gordian Reach's sector, in the
Yavin system. When you find someone to rescue us, you have to say that we're
known as the "Blue fury" and the "Silky tongue", most importantly he or she
either they have to say a coded phrase in order to be reconized: " your eyes
glow as Corusca gems", understood?»
Vizago answered with the most decided yes in his life, happy to claim the
Corusca gems' deposit, they agreed to contact the crime lord within one day at
the same hour and ended the communication. They both hugged simultaneously,
Chyon lifted the boy slightly up, whispering:
« Our freedom is near, Ezra, we must celebrate this, don't you think so?»
Ezra knew what he wanted and tried to persuade him:
« Yes, we must celebrate but not with that, we can do… argh!»
Ezra was being interrupted by the Pantoran's tight clutch and the sudden change
of his position, he now was resting on Chyon's shoulder and then was thrown on
the soft bed, with the man above him, staring at him lustful:
« You can't fool me, boy, I know your methods…»
And nibbled the teen's right ear, making the boy squirm, then he took some of
the teen's now long logs and played with them, while he exclaimed:
« I think that a ponytail would be perfect on you, wouldn't it?»
And started to strip him, but when he was almost done, an hard bump on the door
and a scream suspended his acts:
« Dev Morgan! Open the door right now! It's an urgent matter!»
Chyon was about to ignore it and continue his luscious action, but Ezra was
faster and grabbed his clothes, redressing quickly as he approached the door,
finally he opened it and stayed in awe in front of the people that were
standing before the door frame. They were Venus and Isold, both with something
moving in a white blanket, the teen didn't understand at first, then Venus
approached him revealing that she was holding a little infant in her slender
arms, with tanned skin and black-blue little logs:
« Dev, she's our little girl»
Said the woman with a soothing voice, and immediately after, also Isold
revealed a little Twi'lek with dark blue skin, saying with the same tone of
Venus:
« And this is also our sweet daughter»
The teen couldn't believe it, when did it happened? HOW? And then the memories
of his first sexual contact with the women flashed in his mind, understanding
the women's mysterious disappearence or untried attempt to seduce him. He felt
a knot in his throat: now the anguishing and painful rapes had two living and
lasting marks, and they would remember him that when everything happened he
hadn't been strong eough to resist the inevitable. At first, Ezra was tempted
to reject the two little creatures, after all he couldn't be a good father, he
was a fifteen years old boy without any experience or will to bring up infants.
He almost aprroached the interior of the room, intentionally slamming it, but
then he felt a faint music that flowed in his heart and the world around him
stopped, staying completely still, without realizing that the two women had
placed the sleeping babies into his arms. Only when his two daughters opened
their blue vitally eyes, he lost himself dazzling into those gorgeous orbs that
were almost identical to his, and then the calm tune grew, echoing in all of
his being and further away, relaxing him , as if he was enjoying the calm
before the storm. It seemed that all the galaxy was a great opera, expressing
their happiness, even in dark times. The teen couldn't blame those defendless
beauties that were giggling in his arms, he wasn't a coward and he would
protect them. Ezra clutched more toward his chest the two happy daughters,
mentally accepting to be their father and said, giggling:
« My two beautiful little stars »
A sad smile appeared in his face, knowing that his life was completely changed.
Inside_a_Stardestroyer,_in_an_unknown_sector…
The tall and slender figure of a pale Pau'an bowed in front of an armoured
man's holoprojector, that exhaled a few intimidating mechanical breaths before
speaking:
« The Jedi are all wiped out, but the Emperor has foreseen a new thread, the
children of the Force. Your task…»
The man/machine stopped his speech, the Inquisitor didn't grasp the meaning of
it until he also felt it: a tremor in the Force, a powerful one of the Light
side that like a wave warmed the cold room. Then he almost winced when the
other figure exclaimed:
« It seems that the Force is already moving, hunt down this new powerful enemy,
captur them and if they aren't with the Empire… eliminate them»
The Pau'an swiftly responded:
« Yes, Lord Vader»
So the holo-projection ended, leaving the Grand Inquisitor alone, meditating on
tracking the beacon's origin, he imagined the Galaxy in his mind, puncturing a
red line from his position to the tremor and when he succeeded in locating it,
smirked but also grimaced at the discovery: Nar Shaddaa. That would be a great
challenge, something that he really loved and hoped that it was worth it, but
he needed backup in order to succeed; finally he switched on the holo-
projector, revealing a slender figure with black robes and a black helmet,
bowing immediately, a feminine voice spoke:
« Grand Inquisitor, what's the pleasure of your call?»
« Seventh Sister, I heard of your lasts victories in your tasks, so I selected
you as my companion to find a new ally or eliminate him or her. Met me in Nar
Shadda as quick as possible, don't draw attention until my arrival,
understood?»
Said the Grand Inquisitor sternly and the Seventh Sister replied:
« Of course Grand Inquisitor, end transmission»
For the second time, the projection disappeared, leaving the Pau'an staring
with his crossed arms behind his back at the endless space, smirking.
Meanwhile,_on_a_ship_that_we_know_too_well…
« Hello my dear friend! I have an important and well-payed job for you, if you
are interested»
The mischievous voice of Vizago said through the holoprojector, then another
masculine voice replied:
« What are we talking about?»
The crime lord mentally smirked and almost immediately said:
« A rescue mission, I have a long lost friend in need of help, penned in a
dangerous place»
The mysterious man though for a moment, pondering the mission, and asked,
cautiously:
« Where is this "dangerous place"?»
« Nar Shaddaa»
The man jolted hearing the name of the Smugglers' moon, he heard of terrible
stories about that place and never tried to approach it, and when he refused
Vizago wasn't surprised, but made him change idea saying:
« If you accept the job I'll give you twenty thousands credits and information
that you asked for long»
« The Wokiees?»
Vizago confirmed the man's supposition and asked:
« So, are you in, Kanan Jarrus?»
Kanan was undecided, he didn't want to risk so much but it was true also that
they needed credits and the vital information, after taking a long breath,
said:
« We are in»
***** Touching the freedom: To the rescue! *****
                                  Chapter six
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             Touching the freedom
                                To the rescue!
 
Disclaimer:_Idon't_own_anything_(only_our_OCs_and_the_basic_plot),_English
isn't_my_mother_tongue!
In_an_unclear_room…
« Show me what you can offer, slave»
Hissed the golden Togruta that was towering the laying form of a shirtless man
with straight loose dark brown hair. The man rose up his gaze, fixing his teal
eyes toward the ones of Paris, loaded with a playfully expression and a glimpse
of hate, then said, calling out the Togruta:
« You shouldn't provoke the beast inside me»
Paris released a scoffed laugh, getting close to the man and lastly putting one
of his feet upon the back of the man, mocking:
« You're bluffing, slave, you're only a pathetic creature that cannot surpass
me, Paris the golden Togruta… now do as I… Wha-!»
The man suddenly seized Paris leg and made him fall onto the floor, then
swiftly putted himself above the Togruta, grabbing his hands and shoving them
above his lekku, then with a steadfastly tone said:
« You've crossed the line, now is YOUR turn to obey me»
The Togruta's eyes opened widely, surprised but also lustful, and he moaned as
the man stripped his vest and caressed his nipples, while liking the lekku. The
man stopped for a while, observing Paris in the eyes and thinking "Nobody
dominates Kanan Jarrus".
Then he restarted his seductive movements, with a smugly grin engraved on his
face, and as he continued to lick and kiss all the Togruta's form, he
remembered the previous speech with his crew...
Flashback…
« So, what do we have? Another Fulcrum's mission?»
Said an excited Sabine, seated in front of the Dejarik table, expectantly
looking at Kanan and Hera, that were both standing in front of the Mandalorian
and the Lasat, with Chopper in the center.
« No, this time is a really unique mission from… Vizago»
Said Kanan weighting his next words with a serious tone:
« It's a rescue mission»
Zeb and Sabine both gasped, glancing the man dumbfounded, then the Lasat burst,
laughing:
« Vizago, a rescue mission? Kanan, he's mocking us! That is impossible for
someone like him! You must be kidding!»
This time, Hera intervened, speaking with concern:
« Zeb, this is true and a really serious matter, because the people that we'll
have to save are… »
The words didn't come along, choking in her throat, as if someone was
strangling the Twi'lek. Kanan put one of his hands above her shoulder and
continued for her:
«… Pleasure slaves and the next part gets even better…»
Sabine, more astonished then before, glanced them frantically, guessing where
this was going:
« They are trapped in Nar Shaddaa, the Smugglers' Moon»
Added Kanan with a deep and heavy voice, gaining more shocked gazes from the
crew.
« What are you saying? The Smuggler's Moon? Are you insane? »
Shouted Sabine hurriedly, standing up from her seat and gazing Kanan right in
his teal eyes, with amazement:
« A single wrong move there and we are screwed! Why have you decided to accept
this?»
Kanan furrowed his brows, and silenced Sabine with one gesture and said:
« Sabine, remember what's our cause? Help those who cannot help by themselves»
The two stared in each other's eyes for a while, challenging themselves, then
the Jedi added lastly:
« And by accepting this task we'll gain credits AND information about the
Wookiees!»
The Mandalorian crossed her arms and returned to her seat, with a not so
convinced expression. The Lasat looked quickly both of them, deciding to move
on:
«So… what's the plan, pal?»
The Jedi gestured toward Chopper which grumpily beeped, projecting the
holoprojection of a low and cubical edifice connected to others spherical
buildings.
« This is the exterior of the Pleasure House, its owner is an unusual golden
Togruta named Paris. The good point is that the building isn't under
surveillance, the bads news… »
Kanan trailed off, scratching his nape nervously:
« The slaves have a collar that prevent them from escaping and… we don't know
the interior of the building, so we've to enter at least one time as
"customers" or… as the most unpredictable thing…»
Kanan's voice trailed off for the second time, observing all the members of his
crew with the gravest expression in all the Galaxy:
« Get inside as Paris' "employees"»
Zeb dropped his jaw, staring the Jedi with a dismayed expression printed in his
face, a gasp was released by both Hera and Sabine at the same time, Chopper
just beeped, seemingly chuckling.
« Did ya loose your mind? Us as pleasure slaves?!»
Said angrily Sabine, standing up in an instant and gazing him with fire-like
eyes, then she aimed her furious gaze toward Hera, saying:
« And why aren't you saying anything? You know that this task is foolish as
it's dangerous! Ya should know better than anyone in this room!»
Hera stared back at the girl's hazel eyes with eyes full of worry but also
determination, then she approached the Mandalorian and put her hands above the
teen's shoulders:
« I know that it's dangerous, I'm also afraid but with fear we cannot fight
back against injustice. If we rescue those two, we can also free the others
slaves, sending a clear message of hope to those that are victims in the
underworld»
Sabine lowered her gaze, collecting herself, then she exclaimed, sighing:
« You win... So, we'll have really to play the part of slaves…»
« I'll be the only one to play that part»
Exclaimed Kanan and everyone just stared at him with their jaws dropped,
dumbfounded and almost immediately tried to convince him into not doing so, or
at least bring one of them with him, but the Jedi had already decided…
Ends_of_the_flashback
And so here he was, in a dim room fucking a Togruta in order to stand the part
as better as he could, finally achieving his only objective: find these so
called Silky tongue and Blue fury, then escape from that hateful moon and
lastly gain the Wookiee's whereabouts, and of course the credits, the only
important things that made him decide to go alone through that nightmare,
preventing his crew ,that for him was the only group similar to a family, to
get any hurt. But then, as the Jedi re-thought at the motives that made him
decide to do it, an old memory of a Force vision re-emerged in his mind.
Flashback_(yep,_another_one)
At the time, Kanan was still a lone wolf, switching from various jobs and
planets and giving away all of his money in the alchohol, so it wasn't an
unexpected rection to drift into a troubled slumber, but what happened next did
take him by surprise...
He found himself standing alone in a long, squalid and dark hallway where rusty
doors stood in both sides. Kanan shove his head around, confused, trying to
comprehend where he was and what was he doing there. recalling that just
minutes ago he was in Okadiah's flophouse.
He could feel conflicted emotions in the air, like pain, desperation and anger,
but also sexual enjoyment and horny tension. Then he felt it, an agonizing tune
that stabbed Kanan's gut like a sharp blade , making him almost recoil and
immediately after ran, following the tune that step after step converted into
atrocious screams, giving to the man goosebumps.
He reached almost the end and remained still, watching the scene before him. A
teen, maybe of fourteen years old, with raven long hair and tanned skin was
holding two infants in his arms, while a Pantoran behind him was pulling the
boy inside the room with a chain, and finally one human with red hair and a
blue skinned Twi'lek were trying to free the teen from the man's grip. The boy
was begging the Pantoran to not separate him from them, also the two women
added their own pleas and the two infants started to cry. Then the Pantoran
shove from himself the two women, making them hit hardly the floor, then tore
the two infants off the boy's arms and hurriedly placed them upon the ground,
in the end he thrown the stunned teen inside the room and shouted against the
two women:
« He's mine! You won't tear him off from me as they did with my wife! Don't
even try to come again!»
And then he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Kanan approached
the two screaming infants and instinctively grabbed them, cradling them in his
arms, as if it was a natural thing for him. He didn't know why, but he could
feel a connection between them and so he saw their eyes. He lost himself
staring in those pair of electric blue iris, and then the two babies stopped
crying, instead they started to giggle, so Kanan observed them closely,
noticing that they were a Twi'lek and an human similar to the teen. Kanan
hadn't the time to make assumptions, because the scene changed in a flash and
now was laying in a bunk, in a dim room. Kanan sighed but then he realized that
he wasn't alone, so he turned his head and gasped when he saw the asleep form
of a slim young man with his arms wrapped around his chest and back. The gasp
woke up the stranger that rose up his gaze from Kanan's chest and stared warmly
at him with his electric blue eyes. Kanan was even more shocked when he noticed
that both himself and the youth were naked. Then happened something that he
didn't see coming: the young man passionately smooched him for very long
moments, clutching his arms around Kanan. The Jedi didn't know why but he
eagerly returned the kiss and when they separated hesitantly, the mysterious
boy said, soothing:
« I love you… I love you so much that I'd confront the Empire by myself only to
stay with you»
Again, the scene changed and he found himself standing in the cockpit of a
unfamiliar ship, watching the explosion of something big as a moon or more.
Then four arms grabbed his waist from behind and turned him around, facing the
same pair of blue orbs from before:
« Daddy! We won! The Rebellion won!»
Exclaimed the dark blue Twi'lek child, hugging more tight Kanan. The human girl
with long straight raven hair and tanned skin also exclaimed, enthusiastic:
« Uncle Han, uncle Luke and aunt Leia with grandpa Rex have succeeded on Endor!
The evil Empire fell! We're free!»
They weren't realising that they were squeezing the man so tightly that he was
almost suffocating, but then appeared a young tall and muscular man, in his
twenties, with short black-blue hair and beard and tanned skin, he also had two
pair of electric blue eyes, wearing a pair of black pants, an orange sleeved
shirt and a pair of black combat boots. The mysterious man leaned against the
wall, crossing his arm with a pleased smile, then said:
« Ayy and Dralkad! You're strangling daddy and you're ignoring another one»
The two immediately turned their gazes toward him and released their grip on
Kanan, rushing and assaulting the man with hugs and kisses, shouting:
« Dad you're back! Safe and sound! We were so worried!»
Said the Twi'lek, gaining a gentle pat above her head from the man, that
replied:
« What did I said to you? Daddy will always come back for his little stars, and
I'll always be with you, Ayy»
The Twi'lek smiled and digged her head against the man's chest, then the other
girl said, happily:
« Now we can live a normal life together! Also with mommy Hera, uncle Zeb and
mommy Sabine! No more hiding!»
The man chuckled and also patted her hair, saying:
« Of course, Dralkad, but don't forget Chopper or you know what happens when
it's upset…»
The girl chuckled and joyed the Twi'lek with her embrace, the man exchanged the
hug and rose his eyes, looking Kanan.
Kanan didn't know how, but his body moved closer to the strangers and added his
hug to the three of them, he kissing the man before him, that happily returned
it, then they separated from their lips, and Kanan said:
« We'll spend our days as a family, Ezra. For the rest of our life»
Ezra smiled warmly, nodding and saying:
« Happily and all together»
The scene faded in front of Kanan, ending with a group hug between the four of
them and a green Twi'lek, a purple alien that he couldn't identificate and a
girl that wore a crazy coloured Mandalorian armour, with a grumpy Astromech
that seemed to be a jumble of differents parts, which beeped and whistled to be
included in the hug…
End_of_Flashback
When Kanan woke up after that, he blamed the Wookiee-wango, swearing to never
drink it again, but then he met Hera, reconising her as the green Twi'lek in
his vision, the one that brought the idea of "Rebellion" in his life,
convincing him to get involved into it. Then he saw the Ghost and Chopper,
lastly Sabine and Zeb appeared in his life, but the tanned skin man with raven
hair known as "Ezra" had yet to appear, and right in the moment Kanan had a
feeling that he'd meet him very soon, so he focused on the present, kicking
every theories out of his mind.
Seeing the Togruta getting more excited, the Jedi though that it was the time
to take action, so he quickly turned Paris over, throwing every last bit of
fabric and pierced his hard cock inside the Togruta's butt, without any
preparation or lotion, this provoked screams and sore to cross Paris' body.
Kanan mentally thanked all his love experiences that he had before the events
on Gorse, and increased the thrusts' pace. Paris moaned delighted, turning his
gaze toward the man with a pleased grin, speaking:
«You're really a beast, the kinds that I like. I don't regret the moment I
purchased you»
The Togruta extended one of his arms, touching with his trembling hand Kanan's
hip, while with the other was rummaging in one of his dumped vest's pockets.
After a few moments, he pulled out a golden headband with craved and glowing
red gems, swiftly placing it on Kanan's forehead and said smugly:
« Welcome in the highest ranks, "Green Beast"»
Kanan froze for a moment, repeating absently and then almost shouting:
« Green…WHAT?»
« Green Beast, your new name that you'll use here, why are you shocked? Do you
really think that "Kell Bell" would amaze our clients? Such a common and boring
name?»
Kanan mentally facepalmed for both the nickname and his false name's
ridiculousness, and then he decided that it was time to finish his travesty and
took action, considering that the slaver's mind was weaker now than before.
Kanan shoved Paris' hands, dividing himself from the Togruta and stood on his
feet, towering the slaver, then he smirked, playfully saying:
« You're the boss and I'm eager to start, but first…»
The Jedi's gaze changed, becoming focused and serious, making eye-contact with
Paris and waving his right hand:
«… you'll free all the slaves from their collars, all. Of. Them»
Paris instantly rose up, entranced , and automatically repeated the Jedi's
words and obeyed him, he reached the black table that was standing the far wall
and opened various secrets drawers, working and rummaging inside of them. After
a while, Kanan's collar detached from his neck and fell onto the ground with a
loud bang, the Jedi breathed deeply without losing focus, demanding to the
Togruta:
« Now you'll guide me quickly to the Blue fury's and the Silky tongue's
location, unnoticed»
Again, Paris repeated Kanan's orders and he immediately walked out of the room,
followed by the Jedi that had put on the Togruta's vest, leaving the other
nude.
In_a_docking_bay,_in_Nar_Shaaddaa...
The slender figure of the Grand Inquisitor climbed out of his Tie fighter,
landing on the ground with a thud and standing with all of his might and
authority in front of Seventh Sister, that rapidly knelt with respect.
« Stand up, Seventh Sister, we must act swiftly and accurately »
The Mirialan instantaneously stood up, following the Pau'an that was already
walking outside the docking bay. As they walked, the woman asked, tentative:
« Most esteemed Grand Inquisitor, what are searching, exactly?»
The Pau'an suddenly stopped his pace and turned his back, staring at the
Mirialan's gold-obscure eyes, sternly:
« A new ally or foe to eradicate, in the most unlikely eventuality, an old
relic of the Jedi, now just follow me without any more questions»
He quickly turned again, ready to continue his pursuit, only to remain still,
he had sensed something despite the great amount of living beings present in
the area. The Grand Inquisitor immediately ordered to Seventh Sister to put her
hands on his shoulders, both focusing on ripping information to the Force. They
felt the energy of every living being flowing around themselves, sensing every
kind of negative emotion that the inhabitants emanated, making the Dark side
grew to his maximum power. In that cauldron of dark feelings, it wasn't
difficult for them to find a presence that emanated tranquillity and peace, but
to their surprise there were at least five preseces that belonged to the Light
side, four in the same direction while the other was in the opposite side. Both
links were powerful, but the one that was directed to the right side was more
hidden and powerful then the left one. Once again, the Grand Inquisitor met
Seventh Sister's eyes, speaking again:
« It seems like that Nar Shaddaa hides more secrets then it seems. We'll split
now and meet here again, you go to the left side and eliminate every obstacle
that will interfere in your achievement. Now, go and don't let me down»
After said so, they both went toward their respective paths. The Mirialan
Inquisitor travelled through the battered streets full of drunken scums, that
she glanced with an intimidating look in order to made them return to their own
businesses. As she moved forward, the Force signatures grew even more, like a
beacon in the deep darkness, and then she finally found herself in front of the
most unlikely places she could ever imagined, a Pleasure House.
Seventh Sister grimaced under her helmet, reading the flashing and glowing sign
"The Pleasure House of Paris, the golden Togruta". The Mirialan though " So…
here I'm, better finish this task as soon as possible" and entered through the
imposing and luxurious main door, finding herself in a bright red carpeted
hall. An orange skinned female Twi'lek, dressed with a white silky, almost
transparent and sleeveless garment, revealing her nudity under it, immediately
welcomed her, with a wide smile printed on her lips:
« Welcome ma'am! How can I serve you? What-…»
The Twi'lek stopped to talk as she saw the Mirialan reach for her weapon
attached at her back and ignite one glowing red blade, that she promptly putted
near the flinching Twi'lek's neck, threatening to slash it, then she said:
« It seems like that you have something interesting for the Emperor, slave.
Tell me, do you have any Jedi's relics? Don't lie to me or you can say goodbye
to your head»
Seventh Sister pressed nearer the blade, making feel the lightsaber's heath to
the trembling slave who managed to compose a stammered phrase:
« I- I don't know, re-really… please don't kill me, I don't know anything! It's
the truth!»
The Inquisitor sensed her sincerity, disappointed to not have at least more
information about what she was looking for, she said:
«Then your existence is worthless to me»
The Twi'lek widely opened her eyes and screamed before the Mirialan slashed the
neck's sweaty skin, splitting the slave's head from the body and made it roll
on the floor.
Unsatisfied, Seventh Sister continued her search, her crimson blade claiming
innocence lives of both slaves and guests, like a scythe that reap the wheat,
leaving behind herself a trail of mutilated corpses.
After the Mirialan wandered through endless whites corridors, she suddenly
stopped in front of a metallic grey door which she immediately opened using the
Force.
Inside the room were standing a blue skinned female Twi'lek and a female woman
with red hair and white silky skin, both holding two infants wrapped in cleaned
pink fabrics. Seventh Sister smirked, realizing that she had just found two
Force-sensitives, maybe the strongest ones she had ever found in her
lifetime "Today is my lucky day, maybe the other two Force signatures are
others child of the Force… four strong allies in one day!" thought the
Inquisitor, approaching menacingly the two frightened women, like a predator
ready to maul the prey:
«Give me the children and nothing bad will happen»
Both the Twi'lek and the woman recoiled, exchanging a resolute look, then the
Twi'lek laid down, in the woman's arms, her child, whispering to her:
« Take good care of my beloved star for me just for a few moments, I'll create
a distraction and you'll take it, got it, Venus?»
Venus tried to protest, but instead she said:
«I'll do it and wait for you, Isold»
Isold smiled and hugged Venus, saying with confidence:
« I'll be right behind you»
The Mirialan grumbled, annoyed, raising her right hand she menacingly pointed
her nailed fingers toward Venus, mocking:
« So, said the last goodbye to your children?»
Seventh Sister remained startled at Isold's brave and unexpected answer which
the Twi'lek shouted, with all of her might and resolution, staring at the
Inquisitor with her chin up:
« You'll have to pass our dead bodies before laying even one finger on our
daughters!»
Seventh Sister thought that the Twi'lek was crazy to fight unarmed someone
equipped with a red lightsaber, but the Mirialan didn't complain, instead she
decided to play with them a little bit more, she could easily kill them when
she wanted:
« What do we have here? A combative mother? I'll enjoy to chop your body into
little pieces»
Exclaimed the Mirialan that promptly pointed the peak of the blade toward the
Twi'lek, suddenly bursting forth, ready to blow.
Before the strike could arrive, Isold pushed Venus apart, giving her an
advantage with her escape and then she nimbly evaded the fatal attack, pushing
herself down and kicking Seventh Sister's ankles, making her fell soundly onto
the white floor.
The blue Twi'lek took the chance, bursting out of the room and swiftly locking
the door behind herself, putting her back against it and leaning on it, as she
tried to regain her serenity and breath.
Venus, with thin tears of joy forming in her eyes, started to go near Isold,
only to stop halfway at the sight of the glowing red blade piercing her
friend's gut from behind. The crystal eyes of the Twi'lek were filled with
dread, staring incredulously at the blade that just started to move side to
side, melting the blue and red flesh. Isold rose up her eyes, meeting the red
ones of her dear friend for the last time, exhaling her last word:
«Run»
But the woman didn't run, the fear just made her froze on her feet, watching
the horrible death of her friend, seeing the life on the crystal eyes slowly
vanishing, replaced by an infinite void. Venus had never saw the death of a
dear friend like Isold, and that made her numb as if everything around herself
was happening in a holomovie, not to herself.
The blade split in two Isold's body, along with the door that melted on the
floor, burning whatever there was in its way, revealing the enraged and
intimidating form of the Mirialan that now was accompanied by her ID9 seeker
droids. The droids immediately caught Venus, forcing the woman on his knees,
while Seventh Sister walked with slow and heavy steps, the anger flowing like a
overflowed river.
Even the two babies stared to cry loudly, the woman cuddled and soothed them as
best as she could, knowing that it would be the last time. Seventh Sister
towered the woman, her shadow overlooking Venus' trembling form, and pointed
the crimson blade against the woman's pearly and sweaty throat, declaring
firmly:
« Lets put the end to this game, any last words before dying?»
Venus' red eyes, full of unshed tears, were now crossed by fury as she
screamed:
« I hope that the ghosts of your victims will hunt you down like the monster
you're! And I hope that our children will avenge us by slaining you! And…»
She never finished her last speech, because the Mirialan had pierced the blade
in her throat, leaving her choking and moving her mouth without being able to
say a word.
Venus glared the babies and then the Inquisitor, that laughed and said:
«Too long, it was boring. Now die knowing that nobody will remember you,
nothingness, there will be no revenge because I'll raise them as my own
children»
Seventh Sister pulled out the blade from the throat and swiftly hurled the last
mortal blow, cutting Venus's head off that rolled a few centimetres away from
the main body.
The Mirialan deactivated the lightsaber and put it away, resting it on her
belt, then she finally took the two crying infants in her arms, studying them
with great attention, mumbling:
« After handling you to the Grand Inquisitor, it's certain that I'll break the
ranks, thanks only to you»
Seventh Sister considered that she deserved to stay there and watching,
satisfied, her horrendous work, while the droids dropped the lifeless corpse of
Venus and then they rested on the Mirialan's back.
Growing tired of the two babies' cries, she tried to calm them down, without
any results. She was thinking on how to made them stop the cries, until an
unexpected male voice shouted behind her:
« Hey you! Don't dare touch them!»
The Inquisitor immediately turned toward the voice, amused when she saw the
short form of a tan skinned teenage boy with long black-blue hair that was
wearing only a pair of black trousers, a shock-collar and a golden headband
with encraved blue gems, standing with all of his might at the end of the
corridor.
"Well, well… maybe I'll have more fun before leaving this place full of
surprises" thought the now lustful Mirialan, preparing herself for what she'd
do to the unknown boy.
***** Touching the freedom: The so long awaited encounter *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue/ Chapter
     modified
     WARNING: Mention of abuse!
     Italics= flashback
                                 Chapter_seven
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             Touching_the_freedom
                         The so long awaited encounter
                                        
«Let me stay with them!»
Shouted Ezra, futilely trying to sever himself from the Pantoran's strong grip
and ran outside of the chamber. Chyon sighed, annoyed, then he lifted up the
quivering boy, putting him on his shoulders and reaching the bed swiftly, where
he thrown the teen onto it, finally putting himself above him, in order to
press Ezra against the matress. Chyon pinned the teen's hands above the black-
blue hair, fixing his golden eyes on the teen then said softly:
«You'll never, EVER, see them again, I told you at least thousands times and
I'll repeat it until you won't say a thing about them, and I'll also do this…»
The Pantoran slowly started to nibble Ezra's left ear, making the boy jolt and
squirm even more, then he ran his tongue upon the teen's cheek. Seeing that the
boy was too agitated and desperately trying to release himself, Chyon grabbed
the chain attached to Ezra's collar and with it wrapped the teen's trembling
wrists, then he gripped the boy's jaw, opening it and forcing a deep kiss. The
teen knew too well what would happen next, but he didn't want to, right when
something inside his heart was telling him to go and find his daughters, and he
sworn to himself that he'd go get them, even without Chyon's approval. He
didn't care no more about their escape, not now that he had found a new reason
to live for and he wouldn't abandon his true new hope, even if he had to stick
with the two women that had raped him.
Chyon divided his lips from the ones of the teen, only to give small kisses
from his neck and swiftly running through all of his chest, lingering on the
teen's nipples, then going more down, finally reaching the boy's member,
licking and sucking it avidly. Ezra's body writhed, feeling the pleasure
spreading through it and making the teen moan, as his boner became to arose.
The teen reluctantly reached his apex, releasing his seed inside the Pantoran's
mouth, which he swallowed eagerly. After that, Chyon swiftly turned him over
and pierced two of his fingers into the teen's hole, while with the other hand
massaged the teen's back, relaxing his tense muscles. Ezra's moans and laments
filled the room, attempting to form a phrase:
« Wh-why you want do it right now when we can after our escape?»
The Pantoran's response was the addition of a third finger to the two that were
already inside the teen's hole, that made Ezra release a scream and arch his
already soaring back.
Ezra was determined to not surrender on the Pantoran's domination, the months
before he had permitted it but just because he had become used to it and Chyon,
in a way, had become the only one to care about him, even if he was habitually
attached with a chain to him, like a prisoner. But everything had changed after
seeing his two little stars, after having them cradling in his arms… And now
his very wish was to stay with them, so he started to use his persuasive
skills:
« You know, I… mphf!»
The Pantoran had moved his freed hand against the teen's lips, pressing it and
then said:
« In this room you aren't the Silky Tongue neither Dev Morgan, you're Ezra, my
partner and sex toy for the rest of your life. Don't be talkative or you'll
ruin the moment…»
His fingers exited the hole and with his two strong hands he spread the boy's
thin legs, ultimately Chyon placed his cock right above the teen's hole and
slowly entered inside it, gaining more sreams and moans. Unusually, Chyon
didn't seem to dominate Ezra for long, because he only rammed quickly and for a
few moments, cumming after a short while without much satisfaction, then said:
« This is only the first part, we'll continue after our rescue. Now I'll just
pack something, don't even try to move»
And so, Chyon disappeared in the Refresher, leaving Ezra alone with his own
thoughts. The teen nostalgicaly remembered the first time Venus and Isold had
reappeared with their two children in their arms, the moment he had them in his
arms, their tiny, soft and warm bodies so full of innocence that he also once
had. But that moment of happiness didn't last long, because Chyon had stepped
in between them and harshly separated him from his genuine joy without any
right, shouting to the women to not ever come again in front of their door.
After that time, the Pantoran had locked the teen inside the room, being sure
that he couldn't escape, and so Ezra had passed most of the time bound onto the
bed, unable to resist every time the Pantoran abused him. Chyon had become
impudent and bold enough to not permit master Azul to have "lesson" with the
teen, just everything for not make him leave the room.
In those agonizing days, Venus and Isold had returned many times, holding the
babies in their arms, at first begging Chyon to let them see the boy at least
one time, then they started to demand it, but seeing that the Pantoran was
clung to his same decision, they decided to speak directly with Ezra when Chyon
wasn't around. Of course they couldn't force the door and freed the teen,
because it was well locked with complex mechanism and Ezra hadn't the necessary
tools to unlock it. Despite the situation, they at least talked to each other
through the rusty door, and Ezra's bindings were long enough for him to reach
the door and listen to them, enjoying every bit of the two little girls'
giggles. During those brief moments he could feel at ease, he also had the
chance to know better the two women that shared thier personal stories with him
not without sadness and sorrow, but first they said to him the names of the two
children.
« Her name will be Ayy, with the addiction of Freykaa, my clan name, which
means "beloved star", what do you think?»
Isold said and asked with sweetness in her voice, Ezra tough that it was the
appropriate name for his little Twi'lek daughter, so he said his agreement,
then Venus added:
« Dev, I want that our girl has a Mandalorian name, because my mother was one
of them. I know a little bit of Mando'a and I think that Dralkad is a good
name, it's a combination of words, "bright", "sword" because I wish for her to
have a future bright like a star and to be strong as a sword, more than her
mother...»
And so, the Twi'lek began to tell her personal story. Isold once lived with her
family on Ryloth and she was one of the youngest fighter during the conflict to
free her homeworld from the Separatists' domination, fighting with Cham
Syndulla himself. When the Republic arrived, as her leader, she also didn't
trust the Clone's help, but after their first victory under the combined forces
of Jedi Master Windu and Cham Syndulla, her confidence toward them grew,
specifically with one: Taak. He had saved her during many battles and also
Isold had returned the favour twice, and both of them quickly fell in love,
sharing their first time with prohibited pleasure, but then the Clone had to
leave for another campaign, leaving the Twi'lek heartbroken. In order to forget
her sorrow, she dedicated herself only to the war, surviving and living only
for the liberation of Ryloth. When it was announced the defeat of the
Separatists, her heart regained life and hope, seeing that the future would be
brighter for her people, but this didn't last long because the Republic became
the Empire, after the "Jedi's betrayal", and from that moment, the darkest time
returned. Slavery prospered and also she fall in that net, while she was
sabotaging an Imperial convoy with her companions of the "Free Ryloth"
movement.
Only when it was too late, they discovered that it was only a trap set for
them, and so the Imperials captured and sold them to Zygerrian slavers. From
that point on, the Twi'lek's life became a true nightmare, passing from one
Pleasure House to another, raped and ridiculed by different men and aliens. But
that wasn't enough to break her strong will, in fact her owners always sold her
after a few weeks because she was the one who disobeyed her captors or planned
a way of escape, including also the others slaves. But in the end she finished
in Paris' claws, the one known as the "Personality wrecker", the only one who
could dominate the mind of every slave. The Twi'lek found too soon the reason
for such success: THAT room, the room that had no name and was feared by every
slave, only the most sick guests enjoyed it. She was thrown there after
refusing to satisfy a guest, also hitting him. She had spend four full days in
that crazy mess, enduring the most aching moments of a lifetime, and then
exiting from there exhausted and wretched.
Remembering all the sensations that had crossed her body during the various
abuses, it made the Twi'lek burst into tears and finish her story with
stammered phrase full of sobs:
«After the experience, I gave up on my true self and obeyed to everyone, then
Venus appeared in my life and we sustained each other… it's only thanks to her
that now I'm right here and not already dead»
After saying this, the Twi'lek didn't said anything for a long time, letting
Venus to tell also her own story.
The woman was once an aspiring actress from Corellia, it was her very own dream
and she worked hard for it, accepting to perform every kind of parts,
sustaining hours and hours of performance of minor characters, but never
gaining a major role. Then the chance of a lifetime arrived during the set of a
boring holomovie: impersonate the protagonist in the holodrama Dark Romance of
Ch'been, the H'drachi Spiritualist and holofilm director. Of course, she
immediately accepted the part but when she presented herself in front of the
ones that would examinate her, the commission composed by six men, they
suddenly immobilized and abused her, only to dump the woman between the
slavery's net. Venus hadn't a family, his parents had died years before and she
had never ever had close friends, so nobody searched for her as Venus was
passed from brothel to brothel, until she found Isold. From then, they became
attached to each other and supported themselves in the most dark and unpleasant
moments of their lives as slaves, until they finally found a way to regain
their freedom:
«Paris, before changing many rules in this pleasure House, used to free the
slaves if they could repay him twice of the amount he had purchased them in the
slave market. We had worked really hard for getting extra money from our
clients, and when we achieved the goal…»
Venus stopped her speech, comforting the Twi'lek that was still crying, then
continued with anger:
«The bastard kicked us out on the street without a credit, completely alone. So
we hadn't enough for arrange an off-world trip and the streets of Naar Shaadda
are really dangerous, so we… returned here and shamefully pleaded Paris to give
us a roof and a work, becoming simply prostitutes. Seven years had passed since
then, and after that occasion, Paris decided to not accept anymore money from
the slaves… Now only the ones that aren't slaves can bargain the freedom of
another slave or own him or her… and that's what we've decided to do…»
The woman paused for a few seconds, taking some deep breaths and continued with
more confidence:
« To buy you, then leave this place for good and forever. Now that we have
saved a little fortune for arranging an off-world's trip to Alderaan. A
peaceful place where we can raise our children together, but…»
Then Isold shouted desperately:
« Please, forgive us for what we did to you! We're truly sorry and want to make
amends by freeing you from this hellish place using every type of method, in
extremism… also by kidnapping you, only if Paris doesn't concord with us… just
for Ayy and Dralkad's sake»
Ezra blenched after listening Venus' and Isold's intentions, but in an odd way
he also felt joy because he could escape with the hope to live better and maybe
return on Lothal, returning to be the same as before… No he couldn't do the
same things he had done as a street-rat, not after what he had suffered in
almost one year and for what he had become, the only thing that he could do was
to move on, and so he decided. He won't prevent the attachment to others
people, so his next words came naturally out of his mouth, with all of the pure
sincerity he had:
« I just want to have a family to live with…»
«Then we want the same things! Just put faith in us, we'll save you and get
away from here for once!»
Exclaimed Isold, attempting to say more but she was silenced by Venus,
whispering worried:
«Chyon is coming back! We have to go, Dev, but don't be upset, we'll see each
other very soon! »
And so the two women bid farewell and quickly escaped, Ezra returning upon the
bed before the Pantoran could see him leaning on the door and start to ask
questions.
From their last meeting, days had passed and the two didn't show themselves
again, which made Ezra's hope slowly and agonizingly die , to make it worse
Chyon told him, joyfully:
«Ezra! Good news! Soon we'll escape, Vizago just gave me more details on our
rescuers: he's a human that will infiltrate as a slave and then escape under
Paris' nose!»
The Pantoran had placed himself close to the teen, stroking gently the boy's
black-blue hair, continuing more eager than before:
«He's handy with every type of technical device and will respond the name "Kell
Bell". Aren't you happy? We'll get out of this place and live together, I know
a few people that can help us getting…»
Ezra didn't listen to the Pantoran's long speech, sighing in his mind and
indifferently nodding when he was consulted, just trying to avoid any kind of
eye-contact by observing the floor. Chyon noticed the teen's behaviour after
awhile, the man abruptly grabbed in his slender fingers Ezra's chin, forcing
him to look into his stern eyes:
«Why are you so quiet? Don't tell me that it's for those disgusting creatures?»
The teen felt a deep anger raising from his chest and aimed a gaze full of hate
toward him, his electric eyes flaming, then retorted:
« Don't dare call them like that! EVERE AGAIN! Or…»
Ezra's next words never came out, stifling in his throat, that made Chyon
evilly smirk and his eyes glowed with eagerness, mocking:
« Or what will you do if I say it again, sweetie? You'll tie me on the bed and
dominate me? Don't make me laugh, boy. You can't do anything by yourself now,
and adding two burdens in your life will only make it full of responsibilities,
without fun. So you should thank me and enjoy our lives together…»
The Pantoran attempted to kiss the boy, but Ezra recoiled and evaded the move,
shouting:
« Why you want to force me to stay with you? Don't you think about Katal? Have
you forgotten her?»
Chyon's gaze became darker and cold all at once, immediately stopping every
form of harassment on the teen also in the following days, never saying a word
about her wife... until today.
Ezra was in a deep thinking of the Pantoran's behaviour, why was he doing so?
The teen couldn't find a reply and never arrived, instead he heard loud screams
of pain hunting his mind, his body trembled and shivers ran across his back and
finally a stabbing pain passed on both his gut and throat.
Ezra abruptly jumped on his feet, rapidly reaching the door but stumbled on his
own bindings, so he frantically tried to release from the chains, his heartbeat
bumping with a fast pace. After a few seconds he succeeded into freeing himself
, then putted on the black trousers that were laying on the floor and burst out
of the chamber, running toward an unknown destination, that only his instinct
knew.
The teen passed various corridors, evading every kind of obstacles until he saw
something unexpected and fearfully: laying corpses with strange wounds, as were
cut by a vibroblade that could cauterize. Then he heard it, the cry of two
infants. Ezra immediately jerked to the cry's origin, flinching when he saw the
mutilated bodies of Venus and Isold, but also an unknown feminine figure
standing between the two with the crying Ayy and Dralkad in her arms,
attempting to calm them down. Seeing the stanger that was wearing a black armor
with the Galactic Empire symbol, he felt his blood boil of anger in his whole
body and thought that the Empire wouldn't take ALSO his daughters, so he
shouted, resolute and intimidating as much as he could:
« Hey you! Don't dare touch them!»
The stranger rose up her gaze from the two infants, focusing on the boy and
said, chuckling:
« What do we have here? Another slave, a really cute one this time»
She slightly rose up her right hand toward Ezra, as if she was trying to grab
him, the teen didn't understand what the unknown female was doing, until he
felt something wrapping him and pulling him against the left wall, hanging on
it. From behind the woman, the floating IDS9 seeker droids flew toward the
confused boy, blocking his every movements, then the woman walked calmly,
reaching him slowly, in the meantime she revealed her face, gazing the teen
with a lopsided grin, continuing to say almost to herself than to the boy:
«Why such a cute boy like you is bold enough to demand me to not touch these
two beauties?»
Ezra replied glaring both the Mirialan and his crying children, struggling but
not dreadfully:
« Don't touch my daughters, freak!»
A surprised glance escaped from her stony face, replaced immediately with
interest mixed with malevolence:
«You're their father… the third Force-sensitive! Now I won't have to search
everywhere in this place in order to find you, because you came to me! My
mission is accomplished and from now on your only master will be the Emperor,
along with your infants…but before handling you to my superiors I'll just have
some fun…»
More droids flew from her back and gripped the teen's arts, dragging and
forcing him to follow the Mirialan that in the moment was walking inside one of
the rooms. As the woman entered, she swiftly placed the two babies above the
large bed and gestured to her droids to lay the struggling boy upon the cold
and white floor, Ezra miserably fought for his freedom. In the meantime, the
Mirialan took off the triangular black helmet, revealing her long obsidian
black hair, fixing her golden red-rimmed eyes toward the blue electric ones of
Ezra.
Then she made one step, opening her legs and remaining still in a seductive
position, her gaze dominated by a luscious look. She moved again with a feline
grace, while calmly taking off the rest of her uniform, exposing her green and
smooth skin. When the woman was above the boy, she towered his frame,
continuing to walk in a circle always with her eyes filled with desire. Ezra's
heart was bumping crazily and almost skipped a bump as the Mirialan, without
notice, putted her left foot upon the boy's chest, pressing strongly and making
Ezra choke, then she said, demanding:
« Suffer, slave, suffer and love me. You're mine and I'll dispose of you as I
like, until you'll become useless, understood?»
The teen desperately nodded, trying to breathe, but the Mirialan pressed more
the foot, demanding sternly:
«Slave, say "Yes, Master Seventh Sister"»
The boy at first repeated the phrase, but not enough aloud, so Seventh Sister
said again:
« I didn't hear you, repeat it loudly»
Ezra's face was turning almost blue for the lack of oxygen, but he managed to
shout the sentence, and Seventh Sister lifted up her foot, so the teen breathed
frantically, claiming as much air ad he could. Right after releasing her grip
on the teen, she knelt before him and started to play with his raven locks,
while with another hand she caressed his chin, using her pointed nails.
At this point, Ezra didn't know what to do, having only the escape with Ayy and
Dralkad in his mind and trying to think on a way for him to leave behind the
fearfully woman. But his mind was also filled with fear and pain and the droids
were blocking him firmly, without giving him a chance to move. Then the real
pain just began, the woman swiftly moved her hands, scratching the teen's soft
skin that made Ezra be doubled over, shouting in pain, while the woman just
laughed delighted.
The scratches crossed the teen's chest , ruby blood gushing from the wounds
that Seventh Sister watched smugly and then eagerly licked it. Meanwhile, the
droids rudely tore off whatever clothe wore the teen, leaving his fragile frame
completely exposed, then the Mirialan ran her tongue from the boy's scratched
chest to his intimacy, licking and sucking it. When she felt his love member
more hard, she released her grip and replaced her lips with her womanhood,
stroking it just above the cock's tip, exciting her clitoris until she was wet
enough. And then she thrown herself above it, emitting delighted moans and
rhythmic breaths, moving herself up and down. The droids freed Ezra's arms that
were immediately grabbed again by the Mirialan, placing them on her thighs,
occasionally moving them through her body. As she did so, the teen was being
positioned in a seated one and being forced into an embrace, while Seventh
Sister was nibbling his ears. Ezra felt himself drowning in a pitch black
liquid, that was surrounding and penetrating him easily, without any success on
repelling it. The Mirialan repositioned various times the teen into several
seductive positions, continuing to dig her sharp nails onto the teen's flesh,
enjoying every his pained scream.
As Seventh Sister was reaching her yearning apex, she increased the thrusts'
pace, attaching herself to Ezra that was still seated, their heavy breaths
filled the room, mixed with the infants' incessant cry. Suddenly everything was
just silent, at least in the boy's and Mirialan's mind, and they cummed
together, in the exact moment Ezra's collar detached, dropping onto the ground
with a soft bump. Ezra watched astonished and incredulous the fallen collar,
observing it with wide eyes and in that seconds, he felt an unknown energy
flowing and spreading through all of his body and touched repeatedly his neck,
feeling the marks that the collar had left, in those moments he felt happy and
the hope of escaping from the nightmare was more palpable. But then, a clawed
hand squeezed his cheeks, recalling him the fact that he was still stuck with a
wicked Imperial agent and had just declared that now was "under the Emperor's
custody", in a few words: captured again.
«I have such a good luck today, a less problem to deal with and this means that
I have more time for my personal enjoyment»
Seventh Sister gestured to the floating droids, that pinned again the teen
against the cold floor, gaining a yelp from him who tried to wriggle out from
the droid's sharp and metallic grip. Then the Inquisitor started for the second
time in a row to stimulate his arousal, using her tongue to lick his sensitive
points and her teeth to bite his soft tanned skin, leaving hickeys and small
livids on his torso, while with her hands she kept touching and massaging his
manhood.
After so many months of abuse in that hellish Pleasure House, Ezra's body got
aroused in a short time, his boner raising in the Mirialan's hands and gaining
a lustful smirk from her. She positioned herself for the second time just upon
the boy's hard cock, lastly pushing herself on it, forcing the teen to enter in
her already aroused womanhood, ramming as if there wasn't another day to do it.
Just when the teen released his sperm inside the Mirialan, they both heard the
steps of someone rushing into the room, Ezra rose up his gaze and saw the two
newcomers: one was a shocked Chyon with a duffel bag hanging on his shoulders,
near him there was a more shocked stranger that was watching the scene before
him with his jaw dropped. The stranger's teal eyes and the electric blue ones
of the teen met, staring at each other for a time that felt frozen and still,
then the same tune that the teen had heard the first time he had met his
daughters reaweken again in Ezra's mind, feeling somewhat more relaxed and
safe, even in the predicament he was in. But then. the unkown man said
something that made both the boy and the Pantoran startled:
«E-Ezra?»
***** Touching the freedom: The nightmare finally ends *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                                 Chapter_eight
                                      of
                           " Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             Touching_the_freedom
                          The nightmare finally ends
                                        
Kanan followed the Togruta through tangled and narrowed hallways, at last they
swiftly reached a white wall that seemed a dead- end, but then Paris pressed
the surface in a precise spot that made the wall slid and reveal a more wide
and bright corridor, where rusty doors stood. The doors stangerly seemed
familiar to the Jedi, but he didn't press the thought of where he had possibly
already saw them and moved on.
The two hurriedly passed the secret passage and rushed inside the different
corridor, suddenly Kanan stumbled into a tall blue Pantoran and landed on the
floor with a thump:
« Pal, look where you're going!»
The unknown Pantoran rose up on his feet, furious:
« Me? You're the one that just appeared from nowhere! I've to find someone now
and he's more important than looking where I'm…»
The Pantoran was interrupted by the metallic voice of Paris:
« I've found the Blue fury, Kell Bell, sir»
Kanan widely opened his eyes, meeting the incredulous ones of the Pantoran,
then they both exclaimed in unison:
«You're the one I was looking for!»
«You're the one I was waiting!»
The Jedi rushly stood up, immediately speaking:
« Good! Now that I found you we can get out of this place! But… Wasn't there
also another guy?»
Chyon re-emersed from a state of complete suprize and joy, only to return
anxious:
«Dev! The Silky tongue! I don't know where he's! We need to find him! Help me,
please!»
Kanan placed his hands on Chyon's shoulders, and said, trying to calm him down:
« Calm down pal, we'll find him then leave, got it?»
Chyon took two deep breaths and replied:
« Yes, we'll find him, but… Why Paris is standing right here completely naked
and without saying a word? And most importantly… why are you wearing his vest?»
Kanan glanced both his clothes and the Togruta and slid his eyes away from
them, trying to avoid the topic:
« Long long story, but don't worry about him, he won't remember anything, and
now that I think about it…»
Paris suddenly fainted and fell onto the cold floor, startling Chyon for a few
moments while observing the unconscious Togruta:
« You have done it? How?»
Kanan nervously scratched his nape and evaded, for the second time, the
Pantoran's gaze:
« Never mind that, let's go!»
Chyon nodded and rushed through the hallways, shortly followed by the Jedi.
After sweeping most of the first two corridors, they suddenly stopped at the
massacre in front of them. The sight made Chyon wheeze and the his blood froze
in his veins, then he continued to walk slowly, scrutinizing every mutilated
corpse and hoping to not find the one of Ezra. Kanan felt the Pantoran's dread
and tried to ease him by startling a conversation:
« So, you're the "Blue fury", right?»
The Pantoran breathlessly replied, not caring to hide his anxiety and fear:
« Yes, but you can call me Chyon. Anyway, first we need to find the Silky
tongue, Dev. He must be somewhere here... »
« Pal, I know that you're worried, but first tell me at least a description of
him, or we won't find him in this mess of... »
A shiver runned through the Pantoran's spine, wrong words, Kanan had realized
it too late as Chyon abruptly stopped before him, shouting angrily:
« What do you mean? »
Kanan, a little bit hesitant and trying to be cautious, replied with a stern
look in his eyes:
« You need to be prepared for the worst scenario... »
This time, Chyon putted his hands on the man's shoulders and pulled him near
his lips, shouting and shoving the Jedi before him:
« Don't even try to say it! He's just fine!»
Kanan shove the Pantoran's hands, raising his own up in defeat, and said,
trying to put more effort in calming down Chyon:
« Ok, man. He's fine... let return to his search, at least you know where he
could be, right now? »
The Pantoran looked down, thinking on where the teen would have been,
remebering his last moments with him. He had left Ezra laying on the bed, with
his wrists chained , but unfortunately not too much tightly, then he went
inside the Refresher packing their things and the valuable gems inside the
duffel bag. In that moment the boy had the chance to escape from him, the
problem was where he had gone to... a light switched on in Chyon's mind,
recalling Ezra's demands on letting him see his "offsrpings", and realized the
teen's location. Chyon mentally cursed himself for not having immediately
thought at that possibility, then rose up his gaze and stared hatefully at
Kanan, his look not directed to him, exclaiming, enraged:
« Of course I know where he could be! By those two ugly bitches! »
Kanan remained startled by Chyon's emotional eruption, and asked, confused:
« Who?»
The Pantoran took his hand then burst toward another corridor, shouting:
« I'll explain after, now we have to go as fast as we could!»
And the two disappeared, running through the endless and bright hallways, the
clean white making constrast with the mutilated and half charred corpses that
were laying everywhere.
As Chyon and Kanan approached their destination, the cries of two babies were
heard and that made the Pantoran's heart beat even faster, his concern growing
faster than before. The same was happening to the Jedi, but he didn't know why
he was becoming so apprehensive toward someone who hadn't even meet before or
couldn't even picture in his mind, so he indiscriminately shove those feelings
out of his mind, concentrating only on accomplinshing the mission.
The cries increased and then they arrived to their origin, Chyon stopping in
front of the two prostitutes' bodies, more shivers ran across his spine and
bust inside the room without thinking. Kanan tried to stop him, but miserably
failed and entered with him, remaining still in front of the scene before him,
with his jaw dropped.
In front of them was laying the so called Silky tongue, some kind of probe
droids were pinning the teen against the floor and a Mirialan was above him,
the two of them consuming a sexual love, most precisely the Mirialan was
forcing him to do it. And just above the bed, behind the two, there were the
two infants desperately crying. Then it happened, the boy rose up his gaze and
met Kanan's teal eyes, the time froze as the teal eyes met the electric blue
ones and everything remained still between the two of them. A sweet and soft
tune started to play in their mind, the memories of that old Force-vision
emerged in Kanan's mind, like a flowing river: the identical same eletric blue
eyes of the man who was sleeping with him and swore to take the Empire only to
stay with him, the two girls hugging him tightly and calling him "dad"...
The Jedi linked everything and said, as if was natural, one single word that
startled both Chyon and the teen:
«E-Ezra?»
Chyon dropped his jaw and attempted to ask some kind of explanation, but he
hadn't the time, because the Mirialan divided herself from the boy, standing
naked in front of the two:
« How annoying! Others burdens to eliminate!»
She Force pulled her circular weapon and ignited the two crimson blades, aiming
them against the newcomers. Kanan, at first shocked, instinctively reached for
his lightsaber, but frowned remembering that it wasn't with him, so he focused
on his surroundings, trying to find a solution, then said, mocking:
« Sorry for bothering your "fun time", but you see I need to take that boy, so
if you please…»
The Mirialan just rose up her weapon, ready to strike, intimidating:
« What do you think you can do, slave? You're nothing in front of me»
Kanan extended his arms up on the air, faking a defeated stance:
« Nothing, my mistress. I don't want to do anything, just…»
He moved his arms so quickly that the Mirialan couldn't see them being
positioned against her, then a powerful and invisible force pushed her along
with the little droids far away from the teen and the babies, pinned against
the wall.
Chyon moved fast, immediately reaching the teen, and took him in his arms,
wrapping his fragile frame in one of the blankets and finally taking him bridal
style, exiting quickly the room. As they extited, Ezra extended his arms toward
the two infants, worn out and desperate:
« My… children…»
But Chyon didn't cared to turn and take them, he ignored Ezra's desperate
attempts to reach the crying infants and left them behind. Kanan Force pushed
various objects that were laying on the floor and then dashed toward the bed,
grabbed in his arms the babies and bolt outside, obstructing the exit by
crashing its doorway with the help of the Force.
In the hallway, Chyon waited for the Jedi, before dashing through the
corridors, saying:
« Why did you take those two burdens? What we'll do now?»
Kanan just glanced him, Ezra and the two infants, then said, sternly:
« How could you abandon two defenceless creatures like them? Anyway, follow me,
I know the secret passages for our escape!»
Kanan burst through the corridors, followed by Chyon and after travelling
through again the same previous path, they found themselves again at the
entrance of the narrowed hallway. They heard the teen muttering the names of
his daughters, this made Kanan curious and asked, while approaching the two and
making him see the babies:
« Why is he attached to these two little girls?»
Chyon glanced him and sighed, while keeping Ezra more attached to his chest:
« They're his daughters, born after two prostitutes raped him the first time he
was taken here, but… how you know his REAL name? Only I and him know it… aren't
you perhaps someone that knows him, Jedi?»
Kanan recoiled from him, startled by how he named him, and then he just avoided
to give any explanation, saying:
« No time! We'll talk when we're out! Let's go! »
And so they dashed through the narrow hallways, Chyon ,now more suspicious than
before, followed him and they never spoke for the entire way, only Ezra's
desperate and agonizing moans could be heard…
The group of people exited from the Pleasure House, but before Chyon could
trespass the very last bit of the doorstep, he stopped and stared in front of
the city's immensity, observing it in awe, asking incredulous and frantically:
« We're really free? We don't have the collar anymore?»
Kanan turned his head and met the glowing gold eyes of the Pantoran, compassion
formed in his chest imaging what the two boys had gone through for so much
time, then softly said, comforting Chyon:
« Yes, now you're no more slaves, just free people, you won't die if you pass
this doorframe»
He tended his arm toward the Pantoran, keeping the infants in his other one,
offering his right hand to help Chyon making the last step. The Pantoran
hesitantly took it and then moved his foot, carefully posing it outside the
Pleasure House with his eyes closed and the clutch on the teen more tight. When
his foot touched the ground and noticed that no shock was arriving from his
neck, he swiftly opened his eyes and gasped, moving also his left foot and
forever exiting from the nightmare. Happiness spread through the Pantoran's
body who immediately started to jump and exclaiming:
« Ezra! Ezra! My dear! We're out! Watch! We're free!»
The teen glanced around, still tired and dismayed, but he managed to smile and
saying:
« Finally the nightmare ends…»
The two babies had stopped to cry and Kanan remained still for a while,
observing them and enjoying the scene before him, inwardly smiling and
thinking, feeling himself at ease " Now that I've found you, the Force-vision
is more real…".
He stopped his daydreaming time and yelled, resolute:
« Stop to rejoice yourselves! We aren't completely safe! First, I've to
retrieve my gear, it's hidden nearby then I'll contact my crew. C'mon!»
Kanan rushed toward the right side of the building, shortly followed by the
Pantoran. After minutes of running, the Jedi stopped in front of a little
landfill and rose up his hand, Force-pushing a crate, not caring to be seen:
« So you're really a Jedi»
Spat Chyon, Kanan replied by opening the container and throwing him some dark
induments:
« I WAS a Jedi, I'd appreciate the fact that you won't say a word about it, got
it? Better if you change your outfits or you'll catch unwanted attentions»
Chyon gazed the teen in his arms and immediately realized that the man was
right. He swiftly started to help the boy dressing himself, putting on him a
sleeved dark grey shirt, along with a pair of black trousers and combat boots.
, finally covering his head with a black cape. Also the Pantoran wore an almost
identical outfit from the teen, then turned their gazes toward the man that had
already changed back to his usual outfit, wearing also his ponytail. Kanan
approached them, extending the infants to Ezra, saying with a smile:
« Better if you hold them, I'll cover you in case of enemies»
Ezra immediately took the babies in his arms, gently cradling them and Kanan
neared his head against the three of them, adding:
« They're really beautiful…»
The boy rose up his eyes and met the teal ones, staring at each other in awe
for very long moments. Ezra didn't know the motive, but he could feel inside
his being some kind of connection with the unknown man and a sense of security
spread in his tiny frame, approaching his body against the one of Kanan, almost
saying him to do the same. Somehow, the Jedi understood what the teen was doing
and leaned his hands on the boy's shoulders, slowly clutching him into an
embrace with the babies in the middle. Ezra manadged to mutter, lingering his
glance on the man and his children:
« Thank you... »
Chyon immediately became jealous, disliking the way the two were gazing and
hugging themselves , so he wrapped his strong arms around Ezra, avoiding to
touch the babies, separating the two and spat:
« Don't even try to think about it, he's mine! »
After Ezra heard the Pantoran's words, the alarmed teen clenched his grip on
his two little stars and he was lifted up again, bridal style, into Chyon's
arms who avoided to touch, or separate from him, his daughters. The boy was
utterly drained by Seventh Sister's abuses and at the same time he was happy to
finally have reclaimed his two beloved stars that in this moment he didn't care
about Chyon's possessiveness, letting him do whatever he wanted and leaned his
head on the Pantoran's chest, holding his children closer, as if they were one
of the most precious treasure in the whole Galaxy. Kanan remained startled a
bit before rosing up his hands in defeat, taken aback:
« What do you mean?...»
The Pantoran replied enraged, his eyes throwing sharp daggers while clutching
the boy to his chest:
« I saw that expression in way too many guests when they wanted to separate
someone dear from me! I won't make it happen twice, so make a wrong glance or
touch and I…»
Kanan quickly placed his hand on Chyon's shoulder, staring at him with a firm
glance:
« Pal, you misunderstood. I was just comparing his eyes with the one of his
children, nothing more nothing less. And he seemed to tremble too much, so I
thought that a little hug would make him relax... Anyway, what would you do if
I do something like that again to him? Kill me? C'mon, I'm the only one right
now that can help you, who'd help two fugitives slaves of that peculiar
Pleasure House? Don't try to lie, I know that you two were quite famous and I
suppose that that Togruta will offer any kind of reward in order to obtain you
two AGAIN, and maybe he'd punish you by throwing you in THAT room, as you name
that …»
Kanan shove from his mind the scenes he saw the first time he entered into the
Pleasure House, and they made him see what there was inside THAT room, watching
helplessly the suffering slaves, the shivers were still running through his
spine. Chyon recoiled, shoving the Jedi's hand from his shoulder and deeply
panting, thinking on what Paris would do to him and Ezra, then tightly
swallowed, defeated:
« Ok, you won, but when we'll be on your starship you'll explain to me how you
know Ezra… and maybe also the "Jedi topic"?»
Kanan became stiff, pondering if he had done the good thing on showing them his
true nature without a second thought. He resolutely nodded, posing unnoticed
his eyes on the teen, wondering what the Force was plotting, if something good
or bad… He hoped for something good.
The Jedi took his commlink and called his crew to pick them up, but before they
could even declare victory, a red glowing flash swung near them, almost
chopping Kanan, but Jedi was faster and evaded the blow, reaching and uniting
the two parts of his blue lightsaber.
He swiftly positioned himself into a defensive stance, with the others right
behind his back and facing their new enemy. A slender figure was being seen in
the pitch of the night, swiftly approaching the group of people and towering
them. They noticed that the unkown newcomer was a Pau'an who catched again his
flying red lightsaber, deactivating it and standing with all of his authority
in front of them:
« It seems that my Inquisitor failed her task, how disappointing»
Kanan rose up his weapon, demanding:
« Who are you?»
The unknown Pau'an activated again his glowing red blade, saying with a smirk:
« I'm the Grand Inquisitor, and it's seems that you have something of my
interest right behind you, Jedi»
With a puzzled look on his face, Kanan gazed the Inquisitor without
understanding what he was saying:
« What do you mean?»
The Pau'an, in response, quickly attacked Kanan who wobbly blocked the strike
at the last minute:
« You really don't understand the powers of those children behind you?»
Spat the Pau'an, activating also the second blade and menacingly pressing his
weapon against the blue blade, enjoying the look on Kanan's face as he realized
the meaning of the Grand Inquisitor's words:
« Then lower your weapon...»
But Kanan, instead, continued his attack that the Inquisitor easily evaded and
lastly he Force pushed Kanan away from his path and intimidatinly towered the
Pantoran who had fallen onto the ground, the Pau'an putted near the red blade
toward Chyon's neck:
« Handle me them and you won't get hurt»
Instead, Chyon firmly tightened the grip on Ezra, hatefully glancing the
Inquisitor:
« Over my dead body»
The Pau'an frowned, raising the red blade ready to slash the Pantoran:
« How annoying»
Chyon prepared himself for the final blow, that never arrived because Kanan at
the last second jumped on his feet and nimbly blocked it.
The two Force-wilder stared at each other with gazes full of hate, Kanan was
gritting his teeth as he yelled:
« Run»
And Chyon swiftly obeyed, running as fast as he could, then the sound of an
approaching ship was heard along with the one of blasters' shots. Red flashing
lights were aimed against the Pau'an and the mysterious Corellian ship floated
near the Jedi, lowering the ramp. Chyon took the chance and jumped inside the
ship, shortly followed by the Jedi that Force-pushed the Grand Inquisitor away
from them. Finally, he reached for his commlink, shouting:
« Depart! Now!»
The ramp was closed and then the ship flew away from the moon, and where it was
in space, it finally made the jump into Hyperspace.
« And finally we're out of Nar Shaddaa»
Exclaimed Kanan, but Chyon reminded him that the hard time had arrived only
now:
« and now you'll explain me what you've neglected the whole time, Jedi»
Kanan again scratched his nape, looking the floor:
« Of course, pal. But first better tend to your friend, it seems that he needs
a check up»
Chyon nodded and followed Kanan with Ezra still in his arms, finally they could
rest and look brightly to their future… or maybe not?
Still_on_Nar_Shaddaa...
The Grand Inquisitor gazed the Corellian ship disappearing through the black
sky, utterly disappointed. Another figure stumbled near him, kneeling in
respect and saying:
« Esteemed Grand Inquisitor, I…»
An invisible Force gripped her neck, making the Mirialan choke, while the
Pau'an spoke sharply:
« You failed, Seventh Sister. Your failure will have consequences…»
He continued the speech glancing at her, then released the grip:
« Give me a good reason for your failure…»
Seventh Sister took deep breaths, trying to form a good excuse, but the Pau'an
didn't give her enough time as he extended one of his hands and Force- pulled
one of her little droids in his hands:
« If you can't give me the answer I'm looking for, then your little pet will»
The blood in her veins froze as the Grand Inquisitor watched, disgusted, what
she had done to the teen, she lowered her eyes and almost touched the filthy
ground with her face, begging for his forgiveness, but the Grand Inquisitor
instead yelled:
« Your behaviour dishonor the emblem that you proudly wear, Seventh Sister! The
Emperor himself would be ashamed of having someone like you in his ranks, and…»
He approached the knelt Inquisitor, igniting his crimson saber and raising it
above the Mirialan's neck:
«… for this I should personally put an end to your life!»
Seventh Sister closed her eyes, giving her last goodbye to the world around her
and waiting for the blow, her heart crazily bumping and fear spreading across
her whole body, she struggled in the Grand Inquisitor's Force-grip, desperately
trying to escape for her life.
The downward blow was neat and precise, but it chop the droids on her back,
completely evading her neck:
« But I'll spare you this time, destroy every evidence of your encounter with
that boy, but most importantly…»
The Mirialan incredulously rose up her gaze, meeting the malicious one of the
Pau'an which evily grinned:
«… hope that his seed will settle in you, now come with me, at least I've
succeeded and found various old relics from the Jedi, to think that someone was
collecting them»
Seventh Sister immediately jumped on her feet hesitating and saying:
« I don't understand your words…»
The Grand Inquisitor frowned and spat furiously, deactivating the lightsaber:
« I'll just say… hope to give birth to a powerful being! So powerful that it'll
become a killing machine, now I made myself clear, Inquisitor?»
The Mirialan nodded with her eyes still fixed to the ground, and after that the
Pau'an started to walk, continuing:
« From now you'll be under my personal supervision until you'll produce
results. Nobody else will know about this matter, it's a secret between me and
you, for the others I chose you as my personal attendance in order to pursuit
the fugitives Force-sensitives and the Jedi. Everything clear?»
The Mirialan energetically nodded again, not saying a word fearing to worsen
the situation she was in:
« Good, we've plans to organize and potential Force-wilder to capture, and time
is against us, so now move»
Seventh Sister followed the Grand Inquisitor, not sure to be glad of being
alive or not, and lastly she thought glancing her womb "Please, tell me there's
life in me…"
In the far end of her mind a faint and small male voice replied with one single
word
" Mother…"
***** Touching the freedom: A bright future... *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                                 Chapter_nine
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             Touching_the_freedom
                              A bright future...
« Lay him here, I'll search if he has any deep injuries»
Said Kanan, pointing the small bed present in the restricted space of the med-
bay. Chyon cautiously laid the teen onto the bed, gaining some little pained
laments from him as he placed his feeble frame in the hard bed.
The Jedi immediately approached the two and took in his arms the two babies,
who giggled with joy, he felt almost guilty for separating the two from their
father but Kanan had to be sure that Ezra hadn't any worse and unnoticed
wounds. He glanced the Pantoran, undecided to handle him the two little
infants, but then he had the confirmation when Chyon understood what the Jedi
was going to do, roaring:
« Don't even try to think about it…»
Kanan rose up his eyes upon the metallic ceiling, shrugging his shoulders and
exclaiming:
« C'mon! They're only two little tiny children, what they had done against you
for not even touch them?»
The Pantoran's eyes flamed with hate and his body stiffened as he replied,
almost shouting:
« How can I touch those two abominations born from a most utterly disgusting
act as rape? Now they'll forever reminds to Ezra those horrible moments! You
don't know WHAT haunted his dreams for months or…»
The sudden touch of Ezra on Chyon's wrist stopped the Pantoran from saying
anything else, the wide electric blue eyes silently pleading Chyon to not say a
word about the laughing people who had haunted his mind months before. The
golden eyes stared at him, then lowered his gaze, absently observing the floor,
even the two babies started again to cry, then suddenly a sweet feminine voice
broke the anxious air:
« The faults of the parents don't fell upon their children»
Everybody remained startled by that phrase and immediately turned their gazes
against the newcomer: a green female Twi'lek.
The Twi'lek immediately smiled to them and gazed Kanan, particularly the two
little infants he had in his arms, then she continued to say, approaching the
Jedi:
« And everybody should be joyful knowing that a new life is born»
And with that, the Twi'lek took Ayy and Dralkad in her arms, craddling and
warmly soothing them, calming their cries. Both Kanan and Ezra remained
enchanted by her maternal care, observing her astonished, also Chyon remained a
little bit fascinated by the Twi'lek's attitude, but he didn't let it notice,
releasing an irritated grunt and evading the scene before him.
« Who belongs these two little gorgeous stars?»
Ezra, still astonished, muttered a quick response:
« They are my daughters»
The Twi'lek was taken aback, surprised by his response, but she swiftly changed
her expression with a soft and sympathetic one, staring at the teen with a warm
smile painted on her lips, then she walked toward the laying teen, observing
both Ezra and the infants:
« Indeed they're, you have the same eyes... and what are their names?»
« This beautie is Ayy Freeyka, simply Ayy and the other one is Dralkad»
« " Beloved star" and " Bright sword"»
Ezra was surprised by the woman's traduction of both names and exclaimed:
« You know also Mandalorian?»
The woman chuckled, glancing him with a honey look in her eyes:
« Only a few words, but Sabine, one of our crewmembers, is Mandalorian… ah!
Where're my manners? I'm Hera, Hera Syndulla, pilot of this ship, The Ghost and
you're?»
Ezra didn't replied at first, completely focused on her surname:
« You said Syndulla? Are you perhaps related with… Cham Syndulla? »
This time Hera dropped her jaw, shocked by the teen's question, but she
recomposed herself, immediately asking:
« How you know my father?»
Ezra immediately saddened, remembering Isold's mutilated and carbonized body,
giving only a quick response:
« Ayy's mother fought with him during the Clone Wars and also after…»
«What happened to her?»
The teen just lowered his gaze against the ground, silently and without saying
a word, the Twi'lek understood what had happened to the other Twi'lek and said,
placing one of her hands on his shoulder:
« I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked…»
« Don't worry, I've seen worst and… anyway my name is…»
Both Kanan and Chyon gazed him, the teen felt the burning stares on his skin,
conflicted on saying his alias or his true name. Chyon seems to bet on the fake
name while Kanan on his true one, the boy struggled between the crossed fire
but after some agonizing moments he said, almost shouting:
« Ezra Bridger, nice to meet you»
« The pleasure is mine, Ezra »
Said softly Hera, warmly smiling at him, with her also Kanan smiled while the
Pantoran was tacken aback by the teen's response, then decided to cut short the
emotional moment thinking that it would made him vomit soon:
« And my name is Chyon Ryuji, nice to make your acquaintance, now… should we
tend the boy here or not?»
Kanan immediately darted through the various compartments, then found an
emergency kit and took an holopad, finally approached the bed, saying:
« Let's remove your clothes and tend you»
« I'll be the one to tend his wounds, so please exit now and leave me with him,
I've already tended many times his body and I'll do also this time…so…»
The Pantoran grabbed the kit and forcefully shove the others out from the
narrow med-bay, shutting the door behind them in order to stay alone with the
boy, tending the scratches that crossed all over Ezra's body.
Meanwhile, Hera and Kanan stood outside, both of them taking care of Dralkad
and Ayy:
« They're really adorable»
Said the pilot continuing to cradle the giggling infants in her arms, the Jedi
nodded, enjoying the scene before him:
« It'll be sad to see them go away after this rescue mission… I hope they'll
take care of these two little girls properly»
Continued Hera, soothing, but remained startled by Kanan's next words:
« Actually I wanted to ask you if they could remain here with us for awhile...»
The Twi'lek recoiled, shocked , immediately darting a surprised look toward
him, her emerald eyes wide:
« Kanan, what are you saying? We're Rebels! We fight against the Empire! This
isn't a safe place for two infants and two boys that had gone through
humiliating situations and needs someone to look after them, both inside and
outside. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have these two gorgeous girls staying
here, but the truth is they can't… and haven't you considered the fact that
they could have someone to return to? After all, Vizago told us to rescue them
and then take them to him»
Kanan placed his hands upon her slender shoulders, glancing her emerald eyes
seriously:
« You really think that there's someone who's waiting for them? They're alone
Hera, if there was really someone who was search for them, then why in the
holonet there isn't at least an announcement of missing person? Look… no
missing Ezra Bridger and neither Chyon Ryuji»
Kanan shove in front of her eyes the pad, taking the pilot aback:
« I didn't said one thing… Immediately after I called you, someone tried to
capture them who called himself " Grand Inquisitor" and before we could escape
that… Nightmarish Pleasure House, one of his lackey was raping the kid»
Hera was even more shocked after hearing that, her lekku started to move,
silently cursing those who had done awful things against the teen:
« And I don't that they'll be safe in any other place, they'll chase them until
the very end of the Galaxy, because… they're strong with the Force, both
children and Ezra, they're like me...»
Hera's eyes widened even more, her arms clutching more against her breast the
two infants, then exclaimed:
« They can stay here, for me. But we need to discuss also with Sabine and Zeb
about this matter... I can explain the situation to them, the real problem is
Fulcrum… but he'll agree with us, in the end, anyway there's another reason for
keeping these guys here, isn't it?»
Inquired the pilot, gazing the surprised Jedi with a mischievous grinn. Kanan
awkwardly schatched his nape, gazing the ground for awhile, then he rose up his
teal eyes again, meeting the emerald ones:
« You really know me too much, Hera… but I won't say…»
«Spill it»
Demanded the Twi'lek, not giving a chance of escape to Kanan:
« You aren't giving me any chance, as always… do you remember when I told you
about the Force-vision? I've finally found them, Hera… WE have found them and
this means that...»
Hera was amazed this time, her lips were trembling and her emerald eyes were
wide, filled with a mix of joy and hope, as she said:
« We'll win, the Empire will fall»
The Jedi immediately hugged the Twi'lek and replied:
« Our efforts will be rewarded, Hera…»
Hera rose up her gaze, meeting the teal eyes and both exchanged a joyful
glance, then the pilot separated herself from the embrace and started to walk
toward the cockpit, but before get going she said:
« I'll go tell the others our plan, but first I'll see what I can do for these
two little girls…»
« And I'll speak to the kid… but first I've to…»
Hera stooped Kanan, asking him to explain himself and the Jedi said:
« The Pantoran is the problem, I've acted as an idiot, he knows what I'm and
he's excessively overpossessive toward Ezra, maybe we should separate them…»
Kanan told her all the dynamics of the rescue mission, without neglecting a
detail, gaining from the pilot various expression and finally she said:
« You really acted following your emotions, why I'm not completely surprised?
Anyway, I think we should act with caution, maybe this Chyon is like that
because he had suffered too many agonizing and difficult situations… Maybe
after we leave him to Vizago he'll change, heal. We don't have to take harsh
actions like separating Ezra from him...»
« You're right…but I'm not convinced… anyway and now I've to explain him how I
knew the kid's true name AND the "Jedi topic"… I'm screwed»
Hera chuckled and replied:
« This is your challenge, Kanan, I know you can do it… as I said before, I'll
take care of Ayy and Dralkad then I'll come to see if Ezra is alright»
And she moved, not without adding a thing:
« And how did you managed to find the time for searching Ezra's and Chyon's
whereabouts?»
Kanan widely grinned, training off:
« Kanan Jarrus is always full of surprises»
Hera took for good what he said and disappeared in the cockpit, leaving a
thoughtful man behind himself "Actually, Kanan Jarrus is a good improviser"and
he smiled for himself, then turned against the med-bay's door, opening it
without giving any warning and he remained startled by the scene before him,
dropping his jaw and the world around himself froze.
An half naked and wrapped in bandages Ezra was gagged with a white sheet,
placed in a ninety degrees position just above the little bed, his chest
pressed against its surface while his ass was positioned against Chyon's
crotch. The Pantoran was ramming inside the teen with a fast pace and a deep
satisfaction while keeping the boy's wrists clutched just above the feeble back
of Ezra.
The world remained still around the three of them, Ezra gazing Kanan, pleading
him for help while Chyon was darting an hateful gaze to the man and finally the
Jedi exchanged shocked glances with both of them, a mix of emotions ran across
his whole being: astonishment, shock, incredulously and lastly pure anger.
« What the heck are you doing? After what had happened?!»
Shouted Kanan and Force-pushed the Pantoran away from the teen who immediately
ungagged himself, took the casted away clothes and swiftly ran toward Kanan,
hiding behind his back, trembling like a leaf while putting on the clothes:
« Weren't you the only one who could understand him? And what you do? You rape
him AFTER that sick Mirialan had done the same to him? AFTER what he had
suffered in that hellish place?! Stay here and don't even try to move from
there…»
Kanan didn't give Chyon the time to reply and extied the med-bay with the
quivering teen in front of himself, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders
and finally the door slid behind themselves, leaving the Pantoran alone and
confused.
Kanan immediately turned the kid's face toward himself and stooped his teal
eyes on the electric blue ones, scrutinizing him. The teen evaded the direct
gaze and muttered, with a tiny voice and observing the floor:
« Thak you for saving me, Kell»
Kanan warmly smiled, raising the teen's chin softly and said:
«No thanks needed, actually it's Kanan Jarrus, "Kell Bell" is and invented name
and… I'm sorry, Ezra… I didn't imagine that he'd do something like that… Did he
hurt you?»
Ezra's eyes dropped again, finding the floor interesting to watch and said
sadly:
« No… I've suffered worst situations and he had done it countless times…»
Ezra didn't finished, because Kanan promptly asked him, shocked and concerned,
while clutching more his hands on the teens fram:
« He had already done it to you? That…»
But he decided to not worsen the situation or give unto his rage, focusing only
on Ezra's self being:
« Come with me, I'll take you to Hera, she's fixing something for your
daughters, I think she can prepare something also for you… what do you think?
And don't worry about Chyon, he's locked inside and only from outside it can be
unlocked»
Ezra nodded smiling, exchanging glances of gratitude with the Jedi. Then they
both started to walk, but the boy immediately fell, Kanan swiftly took him in
his arms before the boy could even touch the floor, immediately taking him
bridal style and finally adding:
« Better if I carry you, you're already injured, I don't want to worsen your
wounds… it's that ok?»
Ezra just answered with a quick nod, melting in the man's clutch and feeling
himself at ease as if he could trust this man that he barely knew, but Ezra
right in that moment didn't caree about it and trusted his senses, leaning his
head against Kanan's chest:
« Anyway, I'll introduce you to the others crewmembers: Sabine, Zeb and
Chopper. Maybe they're in the common room, after all right now we're in
Hyperspace, out of any other peril, don't worry»
« Can I see it?»
Ezra eagerly asked, raising his gaze up and meeting the teal eyes, forgetting
what had happened only minutes ago. Kanan stared at the teen, puzzled and asked
uncertain:
« See what?»
«The space, it isn't my first time in space, I guess… but I wasn't conscious
when it happened so it's the first time I see it with my own eyes»
Explained Ezra, a little bit ashamed for saying it but in that moment he didn't
cared because now he had the occasion to see the space with his own eyes, after
all before they kidnapped him he had never left Lothal. The man warmly smiled
and released a little chuckle, then said:
« Ok, you'll see the Hyperspace first and then I'll remedy something to eat for
you»
The teen hugged the man's neck and shoulders, tightening his arms with
enthusiasm:
«Thanks»
Kanan felt his heart beat like a crazy man, saying:
« Easy kid or you'll strangle me… anyway don't thank me, it's the minimum I can
do for you»
Ezra immediately released Kanan from the grip and awkwardly glanced above the
man, and excused himself for embracing him too tightly:
« Don't excuse yourself, kid… Anyway better going before the trip through
Hyperspace ends»
The duo disappeared behind the metallic door, leaving behind all the painful
situations that had happened in that difficult day.
«It's beautiful!»
Exclaimed Ezra, his eyes quickly moving, observing the white-blue tunnel around
the ship with awe like a child. Kanan chuckled, savouring the kid's amazement
then said:
« Indeed it's, wait to see it when we'll be out of Hyperspace»
« I'm eager to find out soon!»
Promptly said the teen and gestured at Kanan to put him on his feet, the man
did as Ezra wished, releasing the teen from his clutch, his heart filled with
joy when he saw the teen approaching the dashboard and all the Ghost's commands
with excitement and curiosity.
« So… From where're you, Ezra? »
Asked Kanan, thinking that was the best moment to know better the boy
« Lothal»
Kanan's eyes opened widely with amazement and exclaimed:
« Really? Actually after this mission we'll return there, we can give you a
lift after meeting Vizago on Garel»
Ezra turned his gaze, astonished, darting hopefully glances to the man before
him, asking incredulous:
« Seriously? You would do that for me?»
Kanan smiled again, giving to the teen a sense of security and tranquility :
« Sure, and you won't have to pay us. Your parents will be really happy to see
you again»
Ezra's eyes darkened all at once, he lowered his face and his shoulders
stiffened, saying:
«I don't have parents»
Kanan cursed himself for what he had just said, but now he was completely sure
that the boy was indeed alone and immediately tried to ease the situation:
«Sorry, kid maybe I shouldn't had said that last phrase…»
« Don't worry, how you could know about them? Just drop this, please…»
The Jedi nodded, while he thought:
« As you wish… so you are completely alone? You don't have someone who takes
care of you?»
The teen didn't reply, continuing to observe the metallic floor, feeling uneasy
to speak about the topic. Kanan felt the boy's uneasiness and sadness, finally
sauing:
« You can stay here, if you want»
Ezra rose up his gaze, his eyes widely opened, incredulous he repeated,
stuttering:
«S-stay h-here? Me, Ayy and Dralkad? Is that true?»
« Yes, indeed. What do you think about it?»
Ezra was almost saying yes, but then his mind recalled him how Chyon had
tricked him with his kindness, only to possess him as a replacement for his own
pleasure times, even though his instincts was practically screaming to trust
Kanan, he decided to gain more time on examinating them:
« Well… I need more time to think about it…»
Kanan suspected that response, remaining a little bit deluded but he didn't
want to rush things so he said, warmly smiling:
« As you think it's right for you, Ezra»
The silent fell upon them, and was break by the growl of the teen's stomach
startled them both, breaking the thin embarrassment the silent had created and
made Kanan lightly laugh:
« It seems that someone here is hungry»
Ezra blushed, continuing to observe the floor, making himself as small as he
could:
« I almost forgot about it, kid. Sorry, better fix something for you before,
come here»
The boy approached Kanan, who placed his right arm upon the slender shoulders
and guided him to the hallway, quickly passing the room where Chyon was kept as
a prisoner and finally found themselves in the Common room.
They were greeted by a fiery discussion between Hera and other two people that
Ezra had yet to meet:
« Hera, have you lost your mind?»
Shouted the girl wearing a colourful armour, while a massive purple alien
shoved his arms up on to the air, shouting:
« Does he know what this implies? He could involve someone who isn't ready for
a fight! We're Rebels! Fighters not therapists or…»
An awkward cough stopped the alien from saying anything else and made them
gazing the newcomers, startled:
« Ezra, let me introduce you the others crewmembers, this big guy is Zeb»
Promptly said Kanan, putting aside the anxiety and embarrassment that were
floating in the air, Zeb roughly greeted Ezra, without saying a word:
« And this is Sabine»
Sabine warmly greeted Ezra, who asked:
« You're the Mandalorian girl Hera told me, right?»
«Yes, indeed… why?»
« Dralkad is quarter Mandalorian… Now that I think about it, Hera, where're
them?»
Ezra immediately changed the subject, and searched for his two little stars,
becoming almost worried for not finding them, but the Twi'lek putted him at
ease saying:
« Don't worry, I was searching something for them to remedy, but as you can
expect we haven't "baby's supplies" so I had to improvise something…»
Ezra smiled, saying:
« Thank you for everything, Hera»
The pilot exchanged the smile and gazed at Kanan who swiftly said, releasing
the teen from his clutch and pushing him toward the pilot:
« Our guest here needs something to eat, if you can do something for him while
I speak with Zeb and Sabine…»
«We really need to discuss something in private, boss»
Interrupted Zeb, bothered and crossing his arms , Sabine mimicking him,
menacingly glancing the Jedi:
« Yes of course… follow me Ezra… and Chyon?»
Shivers ran across both Kanan's and Ezra's spine:
« Well… he…»
« He was really tired and decided to sleep for awhile»
Said Ezra, doing himself to result as much natural as he could and silently
pleaded Kanan to not add any other word, the man understood the boy, even
though he wasn't sure about his decision:
« Ok… when he'll be awake I can do something also for him, now better going»
Calmly said Hera, extending her hand to Ezra that took it and followed her to
the small lounge, the door slid shutting behind them.
« Kanan, is true what Hera said us? You want to let those children stay here? »
Asked Sabine incredulous, gaining from the Jedi only a nod that made the Lasat
burst:
« Ya loose your mind, boss! We're fighters! Not babysitters! How can we handle
them while we're on missions?»
« He's right, Kanan, they've gone through much and they deserve to live a quiet
life with someone who can take care of them… not to get them involved in a
fight far more bigger than themselves… After all they aren't completely alone,
that "Chyon" knows them and can look after…»
Kanan immediately interrupted the Mandalorian, recalling what the Pantoran had
done only a few minutes ago:
« Don't even think about it! That Pantoran isn't trustworthy! I'd never EVER
leave Ezra and his daughters with him!»
The emotional explosion made the two recoil and it was inevitable the next
question of both Zeb and Sabine:
« Why?»
Kanan was taken aback, not knowing if it was the right thing to tell them what
he had seen before in the narrow med-bay or just trail off, respecting Ezra's
decision. In the end he said to himself that if he wanted to convince his
crewmembers to let the children stay, he had to say everything he knew and do
what he could:
« Because… he… raped him immediately after tending to his wounds!»
Both the Lasat and the Mandalorian dropped their jaws and widely opened their
eyes, shocked:
« He had done… What?»
Zeb shouted, making Kanan jolt and immediately hushing the Lasat:
« Don't scream, Zeb or he'll hear you!»
The Lasat started to rub his hands, as if he was ready to punch Chyon, and with
gritted teeth added, sternly:
«Karabast! Can I hit him very hard? After hearing this, I agree to let the kids
stay here, but only until we'll find another location for them»
Even Sabine vigorously nodded, agreeing with the Lasat on the part to let the
three stay on the Ghost for awhile, then she added:
« What about this Chyon? He needs a punishment…»
« Sabine, Zeb, I'll handle him, don't worry, after all I've to speak ALSO with
him… he had discovered who I am…»
Again, the two were shocked by Kanan's last sentence and promptly asked how it
had happened. Initially scratching his head, Kanan explained to them everything
had happened during the rescue, not neglecting any details of the two
Inquisitors, adding his guessing that also Ezra and the two infants were Force-
sensitives.
« This is a really crazy mess, Kanan… and now what?»
Asked a concerned Sabine, her brown eyes met the teal ones of the Jedi:
« First, I'll speak with Chyon, then we'll handle him to Vizago and after that
we'll return to Lothal, taking the children with us, is that clear?»
Both the Lasat and the Mandalorian accepted Kanan's plan, hoping that it won't
change it, then the Jedi exchanged a galnce of understanding with them and
headed for Chyon's improvised jail, swallowing tightly and focusing on refrain
himself from punching very hard the Pantoran…
Kanan found himself lingering in front of the metallic door, preparing himself
for the worst and then opened it, expecting Chyon's attempts to strike him
down, and that was what happened. As the door slid open, the Pantoran
immediately blew a punch that Kanan promptly parried with his left hand while
with the right one he Force-pushed again Chyon against the far end of the
little med-bay, pinning the struggling Pantoran on the wall who shouted:
« He's mine! Give him back! You fake Jedi! You should help people not make them
feel like this!»
Kanan stood for a while in the doorframe, staring at Chyon with his anger that
was rapidly increasing, but somehow he succeeded on saying coldly:
« He's yours? What do you mean? Ezra is a free boy now, ha can do what he wants
and he doesn't belong to anyone, only to himself! You aren't no more in the
Pleasure House, Chyon!»
The Pantoran stopped to struggle in the invisible grip, hatefully staring at
the man before him without saying a word:
« And you're right, I was indeed helping someone: Ezra! You were abusing him,
an injured kid, you, monster»
Chyon hurriedly roared back:
« He hasn't bad injuries and I wasn't forcing him to do it! We always did like
that before and he had never complained about doing that way! And…»
The Pantoran stopped to speak for awhile, lingering on what to say next, then
spat trying to sound as more credible as he could:
« And that was our way to… celebrate our freedom! That's!»
Kanan felt a strange mix of contradictory emotions emanating from the Pantoran,
as if he was right on doing what he had done and at the same time was lying,
but the Jedi shove those sensations and didn't bought Chyon's explanation, so
he said:
« I don't believe you, when we'll arrive on Garel, we'll take you to Vizago but
Ezra and his daughters will remain here. Don't even try to approach them
another time, or you'd wished to not be born... the conversation is concluded»
He released Chyon from his Force-grip but before he could turn back and go
away, Chyon shouted:
« I'll report you as a Jedi if you don't give me Ezra!»
Kanan immediately glanced Chyon with a stern look, then firmly said:
« Do it»
« What?»
Chyon exclaimed incredulous, bot believing his own ears:
« You heard me, report me as a Jedi, after all you only know my name and those
Inquisitors saw me fighting with a lightsaber, so the Empire will search me for
sure and both Ezra and his daughters, because they're like me»
«You're lying, I don't believe you! Ezra isn't a Jedi and you neither! I was
wrong to say that you're one of them! I saw TRUE Jedi when I was a kid and you
don't merely match them! You're a fake man, Kell Bell! An imposter who wants
for himself my own joy, Ezra!»
Spat Chyon with all of his anger and frustration he had inside his chest,
darting sharp daggers against Kanan, who simply said:
« If you are resolute in your own statements lie that, then I cannot explain
myself, so I'll just leave you here alone…»
«I'll give you my personal fortune for him! And you can keep the daughters!»
Added the Pantoran while opening the bag where all the valuable gems were kept,
assuring that Kanan was looking at the shiny objects, then his hands reached
for a golden necklace with pending sapphires and thrown it toward the man:
« That necklace is worth thousands and thousands of credits in the black
market! And if it doesn't satisfy you, then take this one!»
He thrown a silver bracelet with fiery rubies engraved in the smooth surface of
the bracelet:
« Or whatever you want! Tell me and I'll give to you!»
Kanan didn't even dare to watch the valuable ornaments, and fixed in his own
convictions, said:
« Ezra isn't an object that can be purchased, now if you excuse me I've to take
care of more important business…»
« Like convincing the boy on staying with you and finally have sex with him?»
Spat Chyon, making Kanan jolt and tried to say something, but the Pantoran
didn't give him the chance:
« Oooh yes! I noticed how you gazed Ezra and how you hugged him, as if he
belonged to you from the very first moment! I was the one to save him from an
horde of slaves that wanted to abuse him! I was the one to sustain him when he
was persecuted by his own ghosts during the night and I also saved him from his
every attempted suicide! I also was the one who threatened the guests that
wanted to buy him, risking to being thrown in THAT room! And lastly and most
importantly, I was the one that found a way to escape from that nightmare! If
it wasn't for me, you wouly have never ever even heard of him and he would
still be in that hellish place, most likely in THAT room! So I'm more then
qualified to stay with him, FAKE Jedi! He's destined to stay with me!»
Kanan recoiled, taken aback from Chyon's emotional eruption and lingered on the
doorframe, pondering every his words and then replied:
« But you still had abused him and, from you said before, I can assumes that
YOU had abused him even before, so you aren't any better from the other mass of
people that lived in that nightmarish place... I'm even more convinced to not
make you even see him for a last goodbye, now I really need to go…»
« You still didn't say how you knew the boy's real name!»
Kanan, annoyed, turned again toward the Pantoran and rose up his hand, waving
it and saying:
« You really don't want to know how I knew the boy's real name»
But Chyon wasn't subdue by the Jedi mind trick, instead he exclaimed:
« When the Jedi were wiped out, I was seven and I still remember HOW to resist
the Jedi's mind trick, even from the most prepared Jedi Master so yours was
only a bare imitation of it, Kell… answer my question already!»
Kanan was startled by the Pantonan response, then decided to say in the most
vague way possible:
« Our meeting was already programmed from a very long time...»
But Chyon didn't take it, instead he demanded more impatiently:
«This doesn't fulfill my question! Answer me right now! »
But Kanan had decided to not play Chyon's game, he was way too much pissed for
explaining to him how he knew Ezra's true name and just said:
« I won't explain anything to you, now I'll definitely leave you»
As the Jedi crossed the line of the door and let the it being closed behind
himself, Chyon managed to scream:
« Even if you go away right now you'll have to handle me and Ezra to Vizago!
The task was to take both of us to him or he won't pay to you a dam credit!
Hey!»
The door slid closed, Kanan putted his back against it and thought:
" I don't care about the money anymore..."
And went again toward the Common room, eager to check if Ezra, Ayy and Dralkad
were doing just fine, but then he a shiver ran across his spine. He felt a cold
sensation crawling in his skin, showering all his being. " From where it
generates this coldness? Fear, anger… Ezra?" Kanan widened his eyes realizing
the peril, and burst toward the lounge…
A_little_before_in_the_Lounge_area…
Hera and Ezra entered the small space of the lounge, surprised by what they saw
in front of themselves. An orange droid was keeping the two little giggling
infants in its robotic arms, lifting them up in the air:
« Chopper! Be cautious!»
Exclaimed Hera with a mixture of concern and joy, because for once in a while
the droid seemed to not harm someone. Chopper beeped in response, assuring the
pilot:
« So Ezra, this is Chopper, our astromech»
« Nice to meet you, Chopper…»
Said the teen, taking in his arms the two babies and happily cradling them, the
droid shoving his appendages up in the air:
« What do you want to eat, Ezra?»
« Food»
Hera chuckled, continuing:
« Well, I'll do something special for you, please you can sit down»
The teen smiled to the pilot, thanking her and hesitantly sat on the comfy
sofa, placing Ayy and Dralkad on his thighs, staring at them and feeling
completely at ease while the scent of something sweet filled his lungs. After
so many years, Ezra returned to be a child again, remembering the time when his
mother prepared him his favourite meals. He felt his eyelid being covered by a
thin layer of unshed tears, but he immediately restrained himself from crying
and shove the memories of his parents away from his mind:
« Sorry for the wait!»
Exclaimed Hera, placing in front of him a plate full of space waffles and a mug
filled with hot chocolate. The teen was startled, astonished by the food in
front of him, not believing that it was all for him. The Twi'lek noticed the
teen's stillness, and worried asked:
« Is something wrong? Maybe you prefer something else?»
Ezra re-emerged from his amazement, immediately explaining:
« No it's perfect, thank you… the fact is… it feels like an eternity from the
last time I ate waffles and in that place they gave to us only rations bars...
and before that I was an urchin, stealing every day for surviving…»
Hera gazed the teen, compassion and anger filling her being, feeling sorry for
the teen that had lived an hard life, then she exchanged with him an
encouraging glance, saying:
« Then you have to eat everything from the plate, don't even try to leave a
single piece. I'll hold your children for you…»
Ezra reluctantly passed the two babies to the Twi'lek, not that he didn't trust
her but after being reunited with them he wanted to stay close as much as he
could. Then his gut remembered him how hungry he was and ravenously digged his
teeth in the tender waffle, not caring about table manners.
The Twi'lek smiled while watching the teen eating, the scene filling her heart
with joy considering all the bad things he had gone through. Only when Ezra had
finished his meal, Hera took the chance to dig more in his past:
« So, Ezra, from where are you?»
Ezra felt that he could say to her about his homeworld in the same way with
Kanan:
« Lothal… Kanan told me that you'll return there after this mission and said
that you can… give me a lift»
Hera was taken aback for a split second, surprised by the fact that Ezra hadn't
mentioned to her that he could stay in the Ghost, she decided to ask more:
« And he didn't said anything else?»
Ezra stared at her, shocked by her indighrfulness and divided himself from the
eye-contact:
« If you mean… stay here with you, then… I don't know, don't get me wrong but…»
Ezra stopped his speech, undecided to explain her how he felt, to uncover his
own doubts. She was kind, indeed, but he had been tricked by kindness, then
also his daughters seemed at ease with her, as if she was their true mother and
also his senses were screaming to let his guards down and attach to those
people who had saved him and seemed sincere with their actions:
«… I'd love to stay here, you seem right and kind people but this isn't enough
for earn my trust, last time I trusted someone by only watching his kindness he
abused me and claimed me as his own slave and still thinks that I belong to
him…»
Ezra lowered his gaze, not wanting to see the pilot's expression who asked:
« And who is this "him"? Tell me»
The teen didn't know if it was wise to say Chyon's name… after all he had also
helped him… but then decided:
« Chyon…»
Hera was shocked, she thought that the Pantoran was a victim like Ezra, not
twisted monster who tricked a kid, but what shocked her more were the teen's
last words:
« I've told him countless times that after our escape I'd go for my way with my
little stars, and I've repeated him also before... when you two weren't in the
med-bay… but he.. he…»
Shame blocked his tongue on his palate, but the Twi'lek encouraged him to
continue:
« He… what?»
Ezra hesitated, not directly watching the emerald eyes:
« He had raped me right after tending my wounds…»
and so the teen told her the what happened the moment after her and Kanan had
exited the room, without neglecting a detail…
« Let me see what she had done to you, before I couldn't watch them clearly…»
The Pantoran swiftly helped the teen taking off his clothes, and observed the
almost closed scratches with his eyes filled with rage:
« What she had done to you…I should had fastened your bindings better to the
bed…»
Chyon opened the kit, pulling out the disinfectant and some cotton and with
these he medicated the wounds, the liquid stung and made Ezra jolt:
« Sorry…at least the wounds aren't deep at there won't be any scars... after
this we'll have a really good time together and finally we'll live together for
the rest of our lives…»
« I already told you that I won't stay with you! Why you're so stubborn on
keeping me against my will? I was your "replacement" inside the Pleasure House,
NOT outside! You don't even want me to stay with my little stars! How could I
live with you? No way!»
Spat Ezra, frustrated, while Chyon was wrapping his chest with white bandages,
tightening them as much as he could, almost choking the teen, and said:
« You're mine, Ezra, from the very first moment I took you under my wing and
protected from any dangerous situation, and I'll show you…»
After completing the wrapping of the bandages, Chyon took the teen's chin and
kissed his lips, inserting his tongue inside the mouth, while moving his hands
across the feeble frame of the teen. Ezra didn't let the Pantoran subdue him
again, and divided himself from the forced kiss, shouting:
« Don't do it any more or…»
«Or what? I think this situation putted strange ideas in your head, my dear
Ezra, I'll demonstrate again who's the dominant for the last time!»
Chyon swiftly took the sheets from the bed and gagged the teen, then turned his
chest against the hard surface of the bed, having his ass arched against the
his throbbing manhood, blocking the teen in a ninety degrees position. Chyon
unzipped his pants, releasing his erected member and with it he pierced the
boy's hole, ramming inside him with a deep satisfaction, saying:
« This is our second round, for celebrating our freedom…»
Finally, he grabbed Ezra's wrists, shoving them against the teen's back while
continuing his thrusting, increasing the pace every second passed. Then the
door slid open, revealing Kanan…
Ezra finished his story describing how Kanan had saved him from the Pantoran:
« To think that also Chyon had protected me the same way the first time we met…
They were hunting me down and he hid me... I don't know who to trust any more…
I'm so confused and tired! Why I have to suffer so much? What I did do to
deserve all of this? »
Exclaimed the boy even more frustrated, putting his hands above his own head,
curling himself in a ball as if he could defend himself from the mean Galaxy
that surrounded him, Ayy and Dralkad started to cry while the objects that
stood in the lounge began to float around Ezra and the Twi'lek who was still
holding the two babies, even Chopper was lifted up by the invisible force:
« Everyone had abandon or hurt me and they'll do it again and again until I
won't be dead or worse»
Continued to shout the boy, Hera tried to approach and ease him, but the
invisible force pushed her against the far end of the wall, making her yelp and
scream, pleading the teen to stop but she was ignored, Ezra continuing to vent
his frustration and fear, starting to feel colder inside his chest. Suddenly
the door slid open and Kanan appeared, startled by the scene before him, but he
didn't loose time and shouted:
« Calm down, Ezra! You won't solve anything in this state!»
The teen didn't listen to him and continued his muttering, while Kanan
approached him, not without some difficulties on repelling the Force that was
pushing him away from the teen:
« Kid, listen to me! Everything will be just fine! Trust us, trust me! Think
also to your children! They need you!»
After that, the Jedi wrapped his arms around Ezra, and through the Force he
send strong soothing waves, so strong that formed a thin and warm layer around
the teen's mental barriers, arresting the cold from making more damage.
Everything stopped to float and Ezra melted in Kanan's embrace, feeling safe he
gave in to his warm and strong arms and fell in a deep slumber.
Kanan lifted up the teen, taking him bridal style and said, concerned:
« He had touched the Dark side... How is that even possible?»
Hera immediately rose up on her feet and approached the two, with still the two
crying babies in her arms, saying:
« He told me about Chyon… then started to be delirious and happened what you
saw… what we should do?»
Kanan gazed the teen in his arms, swallowing tightly and deeply thinking before
saying:
« Right now, he only needs to rest, I'll take him in my cabin, then I'll think
on what to do next…»
« You're hesitating, Kanan, I know it…»
« Hera, not now… I'm still not prepared for this…»
Interrupted the pilot and then exited the lounge, not saying a word while
taking Ezra in his cabin, Hera's words hunting him down:
« Kanan Jarrus, you can't neglect what is obvious… you have to help him in that
way!»
As the two were inside the cabin, Kanan laid Ezra upon his bunk, genlty
covering his fragile frame with a cover and sliding one of his hands through
the teen's black-blue hair, deeply thinking on what to do next.
" Should I really take him as my Padawan and teach him the ways of the Force?
But he had not even expressed the will to stay here… I can't force him, he
doesn't even know that we're fighting against the Empire, he doesn't even know
what kind of power he has! I'm not ready for taking an apprentice, not after
knowing that I'll attach to him in a more... passionate way! It'd be too much
difficult to train him firmly...but is also true that if I don't help him
control his power, he'll be subdued by the Dark side! He has already touched
it! Maybe I can try to be his Master and something more... But Master Yoda
always said do, or do not, there's no try... What does that even mean?"
Kanan again sighed exasperated, asking himself:
"Why is this situation so difficult? Who wrote this damn plot?"
Ezra's moans made Kanan re-emerge from his thoughts:
« It's… too… cold…»
Murmured the teen in his sleep, Kanan swiftly fold back the blanket, but this
didn't work and helplessly watched the teen shake in his dreams. Kanan sighed,
searching for an extra blanket that he didn't find, thinking while observing
the quivering teen:
" You don't give me any chance, are you?"
And so, he slip in under the cover, hugging tightly the boy, warming him up.
Ezra stopped to shiver, subconsciously exchanging the embrace and leaning his
head against the man's chest, calming down.
Kanan inwardly smiled and landed a kiss on the teen's forehead, caressing
softly the black-blue hair and tried to liberate himself from the teen's
clutch, but it seemed that Ezra wasn't going to release him soon, so the Jedi
whispered, soothing:
« You don't want me to go? That's fine with me… I'll protect you in your
dreams…»
And so, Kanan placed his chin just above the boy's head, slowly closing his
eyes, while thinking
" Nobody will hurt you again, not now that I'm here… Maybe one day we'll be
more... intimate"
The man drifted in a peaceful slumber, joining the teen and shoving away from
his mind every kind of erotic fantasies including himself and Ezra, shame and
disgust forming in the Jedi's heart for merely thinking about it. Both of them
peacefully slept in a tight and warm embrace, savouring the little earned calm…
The calm before the storm…
***** Touching the freedom: Is this the end? *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                                  Chapter_ten
                                      of
                           " Never rob a Zygerrian"
                             Touching_the_freedom
                               Is this the end?
                                        
" Loth-rat! Orphan and slave! Nobody will ever take care of you"
Hissed the same deep and sharp voice that continuously tormented the teen
" That isn't true! Kanan and Hera had shown me that they do care! "
Retorted Ezra
" But they can really be trusted? Do you remember what happened the first time
you revealed your true name to another being?"
Inquired the voice, gradually trying to insinuate the seed of doubt inside the
teen's mind, and it took the form of white steamy serpent that attempted to
wrap the teen's frame in a tight clutch, but Ezra shove the stemy snake away
from himsefl, shouting in the endless and obscure space that surrounded him
" Don't use Chyon as an excuse! What if these people are different? They seem
genuinely honest with their actions!"
The voice-snake laughed, but continued the speech
" Nobody really do favours for free, you don't even know what they're or do for
living! They could be bounty hunters of the underworld and when the time will
be mature, they'll handle you again to Paris and before that they can still
have some fun time with you"
Ezra covered his hears, shouting with all of the air present in his lungs
" No! Don't even say something like that! It isn't true you're only confusing
me!"
The steamy-like animal coiled again Ezra's frame, putting its thin tongue near
the boy's covered right ear, continuing its hissing
" I'm warning you, take your children and go away, let the darkness fill you,
child, you'll be stronger, you'll be able to protect them!"
Ezra lifted up his hands up in the air, trying to shove again the snake
"No! Stop it! Stop messing my mind! I hate you! I HATE YOU! Get out of my
head!"
" I will never leave you"
The evil serpent-voice continued, soundly laugh, while surrounding the teen's
frame with his stemy-like body, transforming into an heavy dark veil of
darkness that completely covered Ezra, who continued his frantic and unheard
cry, alone…
« Ezra, wake up!»
A masculine voice said, while a pair of warm hands were shaking him, trying to
awake him from his slumber. Ezra shut open his eyes, the darkness revealed the
ambient around himself, frightened the teen darted his eyes everywhere,
scrutinizing the room he was in with attention . For a slight moment he saw
again the rooms where he had been raped and all the guests he had to satisfy,
feeling again their fingers touching all his being, every hurtful scene
superposing on the next one, creating a loop full of mental and physical pain.
But then the loop was broken and Ezra saw only one man... his very first guest,
the man that took his innocence forever, Less.
Ezra immediately divided himself from the hands that were shaking his
shoulders, swiftly moving backward while gazing the man before him, almost
dragging his body as far as he could, screaming:
« Don't come any closer! Leave me alone!»
But the man slowly continued to approach him and raised also his hands up in
the air, this provoked more fear to cross Ezra's being, misinterpreting Less'
movement as an incoming hit and he instinctively curled himself into a ball:
« Don't harm me! »
He felt the same invisible force sprang from his body and pushed away
everything, but Less didn't move, instead he shouted:
« Ezra! Calm down! I won't harm you!»
Ezra recognized Kanan's voice, and questioned himself on how it could be
possible, then he remembered everything, the escape, the offer… The teen
blinked his eyes various times, and the dark room was replaced by Kanan's cabin
and Less disappeared from his sight, only the Jedi could be seen, and this
calmed down the boy who deeply breathed and stopped his recoiling.
Kanan cautiously approached the trembling teen, placing himself in front of him
without even daring to touch his slender shoulders, fearing to worsen the
situation, and just started at the boy's eyes, his gaze full of concern while
locking his teal eyes in the shocked blue ones:
« I heard you scream in your slumber, I tried to wake you up, but I didn't
imagined it would cause something like that… sorry»
Ezra didn't replied at first, his panting was the only sound heard in the
cabin, then he managed to stutter:
« How I ended up here? What had happened?»
Kanan calmly and frankly replied:
« You vented all of your emotions in the Force and ended up being controlled by
its Dark side»
Ezra just glanced Kanan, confused and not understanding his words, so he
naturally asked:
« I… what?»
Kanan facepalmed, cursing himself for not reminding that he was speaking to
someone who merely knew the Force, and said in his mind "This is going to be a
long and difficult talk…":
« Ok, let me explain from the very beginning, but first tell me, you know who
were the Jedi?»
Ezra nodded, an encouraging start for Kanan who continued:
« And you also know…»
« About being all wiped out? Of course I know! And you're one of them, right?
Or Chyon was wrong? And What's the Force? What's this so called "Dark side" ?
You also know why that Mirialan called me and and my daughters "Forcce-
sensitives"? What does it even means? And…»
Ezra interrupted the man who remained startled by the great amount of questions
the teen had, but he immediately recomposed himself and continued:
« Easy there, patience, I'll explain everything I know to you, just listen
carefully and before beginning...»
Kanan re-approached the bunk and sat onto bed, gesturing to the boy to sit near
him. At first, Ezra was hesitant on doing so but then decided to trust his
instinct and sat right near the man, listening to his explanations.
Kanan started by saying that he was a Jedi, confirming Chyon's declaration,
then he explained what was the Force and the difference between the Dark and
Light side of it, warning the boy about the dangerous use of the Dark side.
After that, Kanan explained to Ezra that he and his children were strong in the
Force and they had the potential to become Jedi, explaining at the same time
what the word "Force-sensitive" meant, but before the man could continue his
improvised lesson, Ezra burst:
« So this means that right now… I can learn how to master the Force? Even Ayy
and Dralkad? »
Kanan simply nodded, adding:
«And because of your abilities those "Inquisitors" tried to capture you, and I
don't think they'll give up so easily…»
« Why?»
Asked the boy, confused, and the Jedi replied:
« I'm not so sure about it, but maybe it's to increase the power of the Dark
side or.. prevent you from becoming Jedi or…»
Kanan concluded the sentence in his mind "… to eliminate them all"
« Or?»
Inquired Ezra, but he gained a faint smile from the man who replied, not
answering the teen:
« Nothing, anyway you understood what I've said before?»
Ezra evaded Kanan's eyes, observing the ground while saying, embarrassed :
« Well… maybe… yeah? I…»
Kanan warmly smiled, knowing that Ezra had a lot to process, so he just placed
his hand on the teen's shoulder, saying:
« I'll repeat it again, if you want»
Ezra usually would have wriggled away from a touch like that, but this hand
felt so warm and safe to him that he couldn't back off from it, and rose up his
gaze, saying:
« There's only one thing I want to know, how I ended up sleeping in the same
bunk withyou?»
Ezra's electric blue eyes were locked with the teal ones of Kanan, demanding a
very good explanation for that. Kanan was taken aback by the boy's sudden but
not unexpected question, he awkwardly scratched his nape and evaded the
inquiring stare for awhile, then explained everything had happened after his
conversation with Chyon, evading to say the teen what the Pantoran had tried to
do...
« So... that is what happened... At least I didn't hurt Hera and my children? »
Again, Kanan placed his hand on the teen's shoulder, reassuring him:
« Don't worry, they're just fine, for now... »
The sound of his voice became more serious and heavy:
« But I don't know if the next time will just end fine as this one, that's why
I'm asking you to consider on staying here for awhile, to learn how to control
your power... you can trust us, we won't harm you, we help people that are in
trouble...»
« How can I really trust you?»
Retorted Ezra, not following the voice inside himself that was again screaming
to let his guards down and accept Kanan's help. The Jedi thought thoughtfully
the answer to give at the boy for gaining his trust, and decided to attach on
an old thought about the Jedi:
« You have the word of a Jedi, does this seems trustworthy enough? And by
learning how to control the Force, you'll be able to protect the people you
mostly care, I swear that after learning the basics I won't stop you on going
for your own path, deal?»
With that, the man moved his hand from Ezra's shoulder to near the teen's other
hand, patiently waiting for the teen's response. Ezra glanced the hand, but
before shaking it and agreeing to the deal, he felt that something was off, as
if the Jedi was forgetting to tell him something very important:
« Is that so? You'll really let me go when after this "learning" thing? Or is
there something else you have to say? Where is the scam?»
Kanan's hand shuddered a little, realizing that he hadn't said to Ezra who is
crew was fighting, so he explained, resolute :
« It isn't a scam... I said to you that we help people, well... we help them by
fighting against the Empire»
Ezra dropped his jaw, shocked and astonished at the same time:
« You guys fight against the Empire?! And you told me that this place could be
safe for us! »
« Well, it's the safest because we don't have a fixed "home", we move from
place to place, in this way our pursuers won't find us so soon, I know it's
dangerous but it's the best solution right now»
The teen dropped his gaze again onto the floor, hardly thinking on what to do,
accept or not accept Kanan's offer? He seemed sincere on his words and after
all how could he bring up two girls alone at his age, without even the needed
knowledge for taking care infants? If only Venus and Isold were still alive
maybe he would have more help on that front, but that twisted Mirialan called
Seventh Sister had slaughtered them... and then there was Chyon, the real and
big problem. The Pantoran was the thorn on his feet, not that Ezra wasn't
grateful for what he had done during the period in the Pleasure House, but
still he had tricked and abused him, to add more weight to the scale, Chyon
hated Ayy and Dralkad to the point of not even touch them...
« And what about Chyon? »
Spat Ezra, immediately fixing his gaze to Kanan, concerned:
« You know that he won't leave me alone...»
« Don't worry about him, after handling him to Vizago you won't see him ever
again, to be fair after what he had done before... Better if you stay here in
the Ghost while we're at the meeting with Vizago»
Ezra forced all of his mental strength in not recalling the moments in the med-
bay, instead he shout, while standing up on his feet:
« Vizago won't pay if he doesn't see me, I cannot let this happen! I'll come
with you! »
Also Kanan immediately stood up, grabbing firmly the boy's slender shoulders:
« I know but I don't care about it, I prefer to see you safe here than near
that twisted Pantoran and give up the reward »
The last words of Kanan made Ezra jolt, amazed by the man's declaration that
made him decide:
« I accept your offer »
Kanan was startled and asked robotically, not believing his ears:
« What? »
« Nobody had never, ever refused a reward not to say for a street-rat like
me... and your words really amazed me, and you earned my trust, so I'll stay
here and learn how to control this "Force" thing...»
Ezra recoiled from the Jedi and extended his right hand, Kanan smiled and
swiftly shook it, happy while saying:
« Welcome on board, Ezra»
The teen smiled in response, and then he immediately asked:
« Well, there's another thing that is unclear to me... How you knew my true
name? I mean... when I was... you know... »
Kanan almost forgot that moment, to him it seemed like an entire epoch had
passed instead of a few hours, and thought how to reply the boy. He couldn't
say to him about their future "relationship" , so he opted for something more
vague :
« The Force whispered it to me»
Ezra widely opened his eyes, more amazed than before, exclaiming:
« The Force really does that? That's cool! Will the Force also whispers to me
the same things?»
Kanan just chuckled, releasing the grip on the boy's hand and placing the hand
above Ezra's head, pressing it against the soft hair, replying:
« Patience, Ezra, you'll see very soon... now better check if we've reached
Garel, you can sleep a little bit more »
Ezra gentlu shove the hand placed on his head, but still he managed to say:
« Thank you, really... for everything »
Kanan just patted Ezra's left shoulder, saying:
« No thanks needed, now get more rest, if something bother your dreams,
remember that I'll be right behind you»
The teen smiled and nodded, then he approached again the bunk, letting himself
land on it while Kanan exited the cabin and went to the cockpit.
When Kanan entered the cockpit, he was greeted by one of the sweetest scene he
could have never imagined to assist to:
« Dralkad is the name of this sweet girl?»
Asked Sabine, holding up in the air the giggling human infant, scrutinizing her
with curiosity and a smile:
« She's indeed cute»
« What I told you before?»
Inquired Hera, mischievous while holding near her chest Ayy, the Mandalorian
mimicked the pilot and admitted:
« Ok, you were right, Hera»
« You women have always a soft spot for babies»
Burst out Zeb who was seated on one of the armchair, pretty uneasy and a little
bit annoyed about the whole situation, but Hera retorted, almost mocking the
Lasat:
« Yes indeed, but also the most wild and combative warrior can have a soft spot
for babies too»
« Not this warrior right here!»
Exclaimed Zeb, stiffening his relaxed posture:
« And I'll never have one»
The Twi'lek smirked, menacingly approaching the Lasat and stopping right in
front of him, then suddenly said:
« Let's see if you're still firm in your declaration after… this!»
The Twi'lek dropped the infant right in Zeb's arms who clumsily grabbed Ayy,
not knowing what to do or how to hold the little blue Twi'lek and screamed:
« Hera! Why you did that?!»
Hera laughed, enjoying the sight of the reluctant and embarrassed Lasat in
front of her who desperately tried to hold properly the giggling baby. Zeb
searched with his gaze help from Sabine, but she was also chuckling, then the
pilot said:
« She likes you»
Said Hera when Zeb had found a way to hold Ayy, then glanced the Twi'lek:
« That was unfair»
« Life is unfair and you'll have to accustom to their presence, after all
they'll stay with us for some time»
Zeb grumbled and lowered his shoulders, defeated while staring at the little
bundle in his arms. The Twi'lek infant continued to giggle, her chubby cheeks
and her big blue eyes made Zeb feeling the urge to touch them. One big purple
finger moved and carefully caressed the blue soft right cheek, making the
infant giggle even more. The Lasat smiled, but he didn't expect that the baby
would grab his big finger with her tiny hands and trying to suck it:
« Yep, she definitely likes you, Zeb»
Said Sabine, looking the scene in awe and, a warm smile formed on her face. Zeb
didn't hear her because he was in a complete state of astonishment and managed
to say:
« Well… you know… I like this little girl»
Both Hera and Sabine exchanged glances of understanding, then Sabine suddenly
approached the Lasat and said:
« So, if you like one girl, what about two?»
And placed also Dralkad into the big furry arms, just near her Twi'lek sister,
Zeb dropped his jaw, exclaiming:
« Wait! That was a surprise attack!»
The Mandalorian laughed while recoiling, enjoying every bit of the amusing
scene.
Kanan smiled, observing from the metallic door the scene for long minutes, the
decided that it was time to finish the mission:
« In the end this crew really has become a family, even though I like what I
saw, we have a mission to finish and…»
Kanan explained the whole situation to the crew and his intentions on not let
Chyon be near Ezra, the crew wasn't happy to hear that and replied disapproved:
« Kanan, we need those information! I know we would take a risk on having both
the kid and that Chyon near, but it's worth it!»
Burst out Sabine, serious, but Kanan swiftly asked:
« But what if he does something dangerous to gain him again? »
Retorted the Jedi, this time Zeb intervened:
« Hey! We can protect him, I'll stay near the kid»
«Zeb is the intimidating guy, Chyon won't even try to lay a finger on Ezra!»
Sabine continued, trying to convince Kanan, but seeing that he was adamanr in
his decision, the girl retorted to Hera:
« Hera, you know how important the intel is! We can't afford to lose this
chance! Not to mention all the things we'll need for the babies and we have to
buy...»
Hera rubbed his chin, deeply thinking. She knew how important were those
information and still they needed credits, but what if...
« Kanan, did you say to Ezra your intentions, didn' you? »
The Jedi inwardly sighed, already knowing what the Twi'lek would say:
« Yes...»
« And he said...?»
He was screwed, if he even tried to lie, Hera would have kicked him badly so he
reluctantly replied:
« He opposed my idea, saying that it would be best to be seen by Vizago in
order to gain the reward... but...»
Hera didn't give him time to say more, taking it as a way to invent more
excuses:
« Well, it seems like Ezra can stay near Chyon, but Zeb you'll stay near him,
it's that ok with you?»
« Fine with me, but can I punch that Pantoran very hard? »
Eagerly asked Zeb, trying to scratch his knuckles, blocked by the two little
girls he was holding
« Only if he tries to harm Ezra»
Replied the Twi'lek , moving swiftly to the the pilot's seat, checking the
instrumentation:
« Then it's settled, everyone prepare yourselves, we'll reach Garel in no time
right now, everything clear? »
The crew soundly confirmed and then placed themselves on their seats, Zeb still
with the babies in his arms...
….
« And finally we've reached our destination, Garel»
Announced Hera to her crew that had been gathered in the cockpit, while
piloting the Ghost:
« Beginning landing manoeuvre»
Continued the Twi'lek, but before she could accomplish the manoeuvre, Kanan
exclaimed:
« Wait before landing! Stay in space for a little bit, I need to do one thing»
« What's this time?»
Asked both Sabine, who had decided to hold Ayy and Dralkad after Zeb had almost
unintentionally made them fall, and Zeb at the same time. Kanan smirked,
vaguely replying:
« Something I promised to Ezra »
And exited, leaving the crew astonished while observing the door slid behind
the man:
« Hera... you know what's happening to him?»
Asked Sabine, wondering what Kanan had in his mind, Hera replied, sincere:
« I really don't know... »
« Well, I say that he just lost his mind, after what had happened to him...but
everything will pass»
Spat Zeb, crossing his arms and leaning in the armchair, not showing his
concern for the man then Hera added:
« I hope so »
...
« Ezra, we've exited Hyperspace, and we're near the orbit of Garel, before
landing do you want to see the space? »
Immediately asked Kanan when he entered his cabin, expecting to find the teen
still asleep, instead he found him awaken and with his blue lightsaber drew.
Ezra froze on his feet, exchanging a dreadful look with the man who
instinctively reached for the parts of his weapon on his belt, not finding them
and burst:
« How did you...? »
Ezra misunderstood the man's reaction, another fragment of his horrendous past
was shown in front of his eyes, and immediately switched off the weapon,
dropping it to the ground while bending in front of Kanan, frantically begging:
« Sorry, Master Azul, I won't do it again... please don't punish me... »
Kanan this time was prepared, he stayed still in his place and slowly crouched
saying , while approaching the boy:
« Ezra, we aren't no more in the Pleasure House, you're out and I'm not angry
with you, I was worried because if you improperly use my lightsaber, you'll
hurt yourself»
The teen didn't move or speak, his gaze completely glued to the floor, not
daring to meet Kanan's eyes, so the man decided to gently put his right hand
upon Ezra's shoulder, soothing:
« Ezra, I'll repeat it to you, this isn't the Pleasure House and I will never
ever hurt you, now look at me»
Ezra quickly did as he was told to do and met the teal eyes, his lips
trembling:
« You don't deserve any punishment»
The teen evaded the look full of compassion, asking, tentative:
« Really?...»
Kanan just nodded, patting the teen's head, reassuring him:
« Really, now, you still want to see the space or not?»
At the mention of space, the boy rose up on his feet, excited and forgetting
what had happened before, strongly asking to see it. The Jedi nodded,
repressing a little chuckle while exiting the cabin.
The two went to the dorsal turret, letting Ezra to enjoy the view at his
fullest. The teen remained startled by the glowing stars and Garel's orbit,
Kanan rejoiced, seeing that the teen was finally at ease.
After awhile, Ezra said that he was satisfied and Kanan swiftly commed Hera:
« Hera, we can land now »
« Then, prepare yourselves, landing maneuvers start right now »
With that, the Ghost immediately moved, quickly reaching the orbit of the
planet. Before they could land and finally meet Vizago, the Jedi explained to
Ezra that he had to bear for a little longer Chyon's presence:
« I'm sorry Ezra, but they didn't give me a choice, so you'll have to come with
us, but your children can stay here in the meantime, they'll be safe»
The teen shrugged, expressing his thoughts, a little bit sad:
« I was chained to him for more than nine months, guess I can stick near him a
little bit longer... and thank you, but I prefer to take Ayy and Dralkad with
me if it isn't a burden... »
Kanan placed both his hands above Ezra's shoulders, forcing him into an eye-
contact:
« Better if they stay here, I don't trust VIzago enough for let him see your
daughters...»
« Why? »
« Because he's the type of guy that could sell his own mother to Jawas for a
bunch of credits, and I don't want too many potential "unwanted" eyes on us...»
Ezra immediately understood what kind of guy was this Vizago, Chyon had never
said to him how this Crime Lord looked like or how he met the guy, but after
Kanan's last sentences he agreed with the man on leaving Ayy and Dralkad on the
Ghost, with Chopper and Sabine.
The Ghost landed in one of the various space ports, and the crew prepared for
meeting Vizago, but first Zeb and Kanan freed Chyon from the improvised
"prison" and the Lasat menaced to hit him very hard if he only dared to make a
single sudden move. The Pantoran, after gazing the massive Lasat, thought that
it was safe for himself to not go into Zeb's wrong side, but he had to restrain
himself on not jumping on Ezra, tightly swallowing a bitter pill.
The little group of five people went outside, crossing the docking bay walking
naturally, preventing themselves to catch unwanted attentions. Both Ezra and
Chyon had still to wear dark capes, for preventive measure.
Exiting the space port, they walked toward a complex of building that from the
outside seemed just fine, but as they entered inside one of them, they
immediately recognized the smell of scum and decay. They crossed many dim
hallways until they stopped in front of a scratched and metallic green door,
swiftly opening it and been greeted by Vizago who was drinking a glowing liquid
while seated on a makeshift throne, his droids guarding him. Chyon and Ezra
lowered their capes, and this made the Crime Lord exclaimed with his
accentuated accent:
« Chyon Ryuji! Finally we met again after so long! And that one must be your
companion! I really hoped to see Katal...»
The Pantoran's gaze became darker at the mention of his wife and this made
Vizago drop the topic immediately:
« Anyway, better conclude our business quickly, so... Kanan, you and your crew
actually succeeded in this difficult task and gained your reward...»
The Devaronian knocked his fingers, and a droid brought him a case full of
credits and gestured to the machine to take it to the memebers of the Ghost
crew, Hera and Kanan immediately said at the same time:
« You're missing one thing! »
Vizago rose up from the throne and rummaged in one of the pockets, saying:
« The intel, I have it, but first Chyon, let me check if you have your
payment...»
The Pantoran replied by rushly opening the duffel bag and throwing its content
on the floor, every gems and valuable object formed a mass of shiny things that
captured the eyes of everyone. The Devaronian smirked and extracted a little
holo-disk from his pockets and gave it to Kanan:
« The intel as promised, and Chyon... here you've your requested gear»
Another droid took another case that the Pantoran quickly grabbed and opened,
watching in awe its content:
« So, if we've concluded our deal, we can leave right now »
Vizago nodded in response to Kanan, but before the four people could even cross
the doorstep, the Pantoran asked:
« Ezra, before our paths will definetly divide I've a request for you... »
The teen's body immediately stiffened, the other three completely aware of the
situation, so Kanan decided to intervene:
« You still have the gut to demand something to Ezra? After what you've done?»
Chyon lowered his gaze, defeated and with a small voice, demanding:
« At least let me give you one last kiss, as a reward for having protected you
... I swear that you'll never ever see me again after this, please, Ezra… »
Kanan and Zeb both gritted their teeth, while the teen deeply thought and
recalled all the situations the Pantoran had putted himself into from the very
beginning, when he hid him from the group of slaves to the female guest that
badly wanted to purchase him, even risking to be thrown in THAT room ...
Hera was starting to say something but she her words remained in her throat and
everyone in the room remained startled by the weak response of Ezra:
« Ok, one last time... then I'll never see you again, you promised»
Chyon rose up his hands, showing his submission , while staring at the boy, his
golden eyes pleading him, viciously nodding. Ezra approached him, not without
Kanan trying to stop him by putting his hands on the teen's slender shoulders,
pondering if it was really safe, but Ezra exchanged a resolute glance with the
Jedi, reassuring him.
When the boy was in arm's reach, the Pantoran gently grabbed the teen's chin,
gazing the electric blue eyes with sadness, declaring declaring with a sugary-
sweet voice:
« I'll miss your eyes...»
«Make it quick! »
Burst Kanan, gaining surprised glances from his crewmembers, Chyon laughed,
changeling with a glance the Jedi, then swiftly locking his lips on the tender
ones of Ezra, inserting his tongue inside the teen's mouth, passionately
kissing him, still with his eyes fixed on Kanan, mocking him, that made the man
ground his teeth and tense his own hands, containing his rage. The Pantoran
also wrapped the teen's fragile frame in a tight embrace, moving his hands
across Ezra's back as if he would never ever separate himself from the teen,
trying to piss more the Jedi.
For very long moments, the four people present there stared at the two, feeling
a mix of various and different emotions. Vizago was confused, the Devarionian
didn't find an explanation to why his long lost friend would kiss a kid like
that, but in the end he didn't care about his friend's "tastes". Zeb thought
that Chyon was an heartless and egoist jerk and his desire of hitting the
Pantoran's ass grew even more. Hera felt sorry for Ezra, her concern on how the
teen would heal from what he had suffered grew. Finally there was Kanan, who
felt a mix of concern anger and... jealousy? Yes, also jealousy growing in his
heart, still with his hands clenched.
Then Chyon divided himself from the teen, lastly rubbing the teen's cheek while
he fixing his glowing golden eyes on the teen's electric blue ones, then Ezra
shove the hand and distanced himself from the Pantoran, evading his gaze,
saying:
« Then... farewell Chyon Ryuji, and thank you for taking me under your wing
during our time in the Pleasure House...»
The boy grabbed with his right hand his own left elbow and turned his back
against Chyon, starting to move, slowly reaching the people that took care of
him and his daughters without tricking or asking him anything, the only ones
that he could truly trust.
His trust aroused again in his heart while walking, feeling a soothing music
filling his ears and heart, the world became brighter and full of colors as he
neared to the group of people that were smiling toward him, eager to get out
from that dark world and ready for a new dawn. But then everthing faded away in
one second, Ezra's bright and colorful world froze all at once after a single
and swift move... Chyon's move.
The Pantoran twitched forward and grabbed Ezra, a vibro-knife pressed against
the boy's throat, menacing to cut it:
« A wrong move and he dies!»
Everyone was taken aback by the Pantoran's sudden action and helplessly watched
him pressing the tip of the blade against the tan and tender skin of the teen.
Kanan rose up his hands and tried to say something, but Chyon blocked him,
saying:
« Don't say or do anything, fake man! I told you that he is mine , nobody will
claim him nevertheless you , Kell Bell or Kanan, whatever is your name... Now
you'll backward and let me go with him... »
Ezra was still frozen, but then tried to wriggle away from Chyon's clutch, but
the Pantoran was way too strong and the blade scratched a little bit his skin,
so he had no choice and followed the Pantoran's movements, both of them exiting
the room. The teen glanced the three of them, pleading for help but none of
them could do anything, the Pantoran had outwitted them all.
Chyon putted a lot of attention on not giving his back to the group of people
and when they were at a secure distance, he freed the teen, shoving him against
the wall and finally knocking him out. The Pantoran loaded the teen's slender
body on his shoulder and ran across the dim hallways, leaving behind the Rebels
that tried to track him down, but it was too late, and Chyon thought, happily:
"Nobody will tear us apart... not again..."
I won...
***** Decisions *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                                CHAPTER ELEVEN
                                      OF
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                                  Interlude:
                                  "Decisions"
« I told you to not take Ezra with us! »
Screamed Kanan, frustrated, standing in front of the Dejarik table , with all
of the crewmembers seated in circle, all of them with their gazes lowered and
silent. Then the man added, dismayed:
« But no! " We need those credits, Kanan" And now he is with Chyon, doing…»
The Jedi trailed off, lowering his gaze, shoving all of his anger from himself,
continuing more abated:
« Without even knowing a single shred of information where they could be…»
« And what about Vizago? He would know for sure where Chyon is keeping the kid»
Said Sabine with expectation, but Kanan diminished her enthusiasm with his same
tone:
« Already tried, and didn't work... he said that he will speak only if we can
"buy" those information»
The Mandalorian glanced them all, suspiciously inquiring:
« And what is the problem? We have enough credits for that and…»
« The credits aren't the problem here, but what he wants…»
Interrupted Hera, exchanging a dreadful glance with the girl, Sabine frowned
and began to ask, reluctant:
« And he wants... »
A thick and uneasy silence fell upon the group for very long moments, then Zeb
broke it with a straight and direct sentence:
« Us to hunt two Nexus, two Reeks and lastly… an Acklay»
The Mandalorian dropped her jaw and gasped, but the next words she heard made
her even more shocked than before:
« Alive and in only one week»
Finished to say the Lasat, lowering again his eyes against the smooth surface
of the table, swallowed by his thoughts. Kanan furrowed his brows while raising
up his gaze, his teal eyes flaming:
« And he won't say a thing not until he has his "pets" on Lothal…»
« Not to mention that we have to rescue the Wookiees…»
Sternly said Hera, but her concern shone through her words and almost started
to add something else but the sudden cries of the two little infants didn't
give her the time to speak.
The Ghost crew had temporarily placed a movable crib in the common room, in
order to always have the two babies near. Hera immediately stood up, ready to
assist Ayy and Dralkad, but Kanan swiftly blocked her by raising his right
hand, saying:
« I'll take care of them»
Then the Jedi approached the crib, gently and slowly taking in his arms both
crying babies and he finally exited the common room while trying to sooth them
. The Ghost crew stared at the Jedi, then Zeb spat, after the door closed
behind Kanan:
« From when Kanan can take care of babies?»
A faint smile formed on the Twi'lek's lips, while Sabine attempted to restrain
a little and muffled chuckle:
« I and Sabine showed it yesterday, after trying to rescue Ezra…»
The Lasat felt his head fuming and clenched his hands, imagining himself
punching Chyon:
« That sick Pantoran… Next time I see him I'll end him and don't even try to
interfere!»
Also the Mandalorian agreed, then Hera said, frowning:
« Before punching someone, we still have to say what to do… Vizago knows but he
won't tell anything unless we bring him those feral beasts, so no clues on
where Ezra is and finally now we know that the Wookiees will be transferred to
the spice mines of Kessell within two days…»
The silence fell again between the trio, their eyes completely glued on the
table, then the Lasat decided to break it for the second time, promptly asking:
« Did you speak with Fulcrum?»
The pilot nodded, recomposing herself and trying to seem as stern and cold as
she could, explaining:
« He wasn't too happy to hear what we had done and that two infants will stay
here… he said that our main objective is to free the Wookiees…»
«And what about Ezra? If we focus on the Wookiees we won't be able to find
him!»
Shouted Sabine, standing up and planting her hands above the table, her eyes
fixed on the emerald ones of Hera, changeling the Twi'lek . The girl's stare
didn't discouraged Hera from saying what the Mandalorian had vaguely
comprehended, but still both her and Zeb remained startled by the response:
« Fulcrum says to abandon Ezra's search and handle him Ayy and Dralkad... he'll
find for them two trustworthy families who'll take care of them…»
« Wait, what?! Heartlessly abandon Ezra AND give the two babies to TWO
different families? Why two families? What it means?»
Angrily inquired Zeb, he also stood up with his teeth gritted, while staring at
the pilot who lowered her gaze, sorrowfully saying:
« They'll be separated in order to prevent the Inquisitors from finding them…»
Both Zeb and Sabine dropped their jaws, incredulous and anger crossed their
faces:
« What?! Now tear them apart! No way!»
Shouted the Lasat, suddenly punching a fist against the table:
« We can't do this! Hera! Tell us that we won't and we'll focus on the kid's
search!»
Added the girl, her eyes pleading the Twi'lek, but she only obtained a sad and
defeated gaze. The Lasat and Sabine sighed at the same time while sitting
again, both demoralized. Then Zeb asked:
« At least Kanan knows this?»
The Twi'lek evaded the stares of her crewmembers, replying:
« No…»
…
« My little star, time to eat»
Cooed Kanan while holding Ayy with one arm, and with the other hand kept a baby
bottle full of formula. He gently neared the baby bottle to the crying infant's
mouth, expecting to see the baby grab it , but instead Ayy tried everything for
not grabbing it, leaving the man in complete panic, rhetorically asking:
« You don't want it? Then what you want? What I forgot? I checked the diaper…
then maybe a little lullaby?»
So he started to sign a wordless song, not remembering any of the lullabies
Hera and Sabine said to him. But neither the tune worked, and defeated Kanan
said:
« Ok missy, maybe is better if I work with your sister first»
The Jedi gently placed the little girl inside a colorful baby box that
temporary stood just beside the table, just near her sister Dralkad. Then the
man took the human baby in his arms and did the same things he had done with
Ayy, but also Dralkad reacted in the same way as her Twi'lek sister and both of
them cried even louder, leaving the Jedi in a sea of doubts and worries, then
he decided to retake also Ayy in his arms, thinking to improving the situation
by cradling them both at the same time, but he did it in vain:
« C'mon what's the problem? »
Growled lastly Kanan, frustrated and defeated, not knowing how to deal with the
two little babies, so he decided to stay still, stopping every attempt to calm
them down, thinking on a solution without finding it. In the end, the man sat
on the couch, completely drained and sighed, spatting:
« Stuck here with two crying infants and their father kidnapped by a strange,
psycho and overpossessive Pantoran, great, just what I needed…»
Then he glanced the two babies, exhausted and rhetorically asked again:
« You miss daddy? »
He paused for a moment as if he was expecting some kind of response, aware of
the fact that it was impossible and still while observing the infants in his
arms, he sincerely added:
« I miss him too…»
Kanan cursed himself for not having protected Ezra, for letting him give "the
last kiss thing" to Chyon… such a good excuse for kidnapping the teen again and
taking him the Force only knew where! Then the guilt formed in the Jedi's
heart, like an heavy boulder that was drifting the man down into the abyss of a
dark ocean… He hadn't even at least tried to Force-push or grip the Pantoran,
if only there wasn't Vizago in the same room… And now they were stuck in that
situation! Split in two: in one side, the Wookiees' rescue and to the other
Ezra's search, without a clue on where he was. Well, to be fair only the Crime
Lord Vizago knew the boy's location but of course he wanted something in
return, strangely not credits! From when did that Devaronian changed tastes
over payments? Kanan felt that Chyon must had corrupted Vizago for not letting
them find the teen…
Despite his deterred thoughts, the man decided to not give up, even if all the
odds seemed against him, the Jedi firmly said aloud to no one in particular:
« I'll find you, Ezra…»
His mind became numb for very long moments, then he suddenly felt something, a
deep desperation and sorrow surrounding his frame, along with the two little
girls in his arms. At first Kanan was startled by it and swiftly reached the
Force, trying to comprehend to who belonged the dark emotions. After awhile he
finally understood that they belonged to Ezra and he heard his cracked voice
saying in his mind:
" Kanan, where are you? Please...save me"
After what seemed an eternity, Kanan felt joy forming in his all being after
hearing the teen's voice, but then he grew concerned over the boy's emotions
and at the question he immediately replied, trying to sound as most reassuring
as he could:
" Trust me, I'll find you!"
For a short moment, he sensed the teen's surprise and at the same time
happiness, also Ayy and Dralkad must have felt it because they suddenly stopped
their crying and peacefully drifted into a calm sleep, still in the man's arms.
Then everything became silent and Kanan rose up his gaze, saying again:
« This time I won't break my promise…»
And he gently clutched more against his chest the two little babies, staring at
them with a sad smile painted in his face:
« Don't worry, babies, daddy will take care of everything and rescue Ezra, I
swear! »
Only after saying that, Kanan realized:
« Wait... Did I just call myself "daddy"? »
The man swiftly moved his head to the left and the right, seeing if there was
one of his crewmembers hearing that, then sighed noticing that nobody had heard
him:
«That was close enough... nobody heard me or... »
Then he heard Chopper laugh and lightly pinch his leg, making the man jump on
his feet and shout:
« Chopper! »
The droid beeped and replayed Kanan's last words over and over again, mocking
the Jedi that growled more frustrated and menaced:
« Chopper... If you let this known to the others, you know what will happen...
»
The astromech rose up his robotic arms and hit again the man, then hurriedly
exited the lounge, while Kanan shouted:
« Next time I'll let Zeb wreck you! »
Only then he recalled to still have the babies in his arms, but strangely they
didn't wake up and continued their peaceful sleep. The Jedi warmly smiled,
soothing:
« Well, better lay you again in the crib...»
And he also exited the lounge area, still worrying on Ezra's being
...
"What I told you? They didn't even tried to stop Chyon from taking you..."
The steamy-like snake hissed, coiling itself above the boy's torso and
shoulders
"Shut up! How they could do something at the moment? He was menacing to kill
me! "
Shouted Ezra, squirming to free himself from the serpent's clutch, but instead
the snake just gripped more the boy's neck, making him almost choke
"But yet you're alone, stuck with a psycho and you'll remain like that for the
rest of your life... without seeing your children again"
Ezra firmly grabbed the snake and freed his throat, retorting
"That it isn't true! I'll see them again! We were reunited once and it can
happens twice! I'll find a way to escape! Or Kanan will come for me!"
The animal dissolved into a cloud of steam, then reformed just above the teen's
shoulders, hissing in a mocking and fake pitiful way
"Poor child... Nobody will come to rescue you, your hopes will be destroyed
soon and you'll be lost, forever... but maybe there's a solution"
Ezra jolted, widely opening his eyes and inquired
"Solution? Really? What it is?"
The snake twisted and made eye-contact with the boy, its shining golden red-
rimmed eyes fixed with the sapphire blue ones
"Join me! Let the darkness fills you with its infinite power!"
Ezra broke the stare and shove away from himself the animal, screaming
"NEVER"
The steamy snake re-coiled the teen's frame, its head near to Ezra's left ear,
its tongue hissing inside it
"Then you'll die like a slave..."
Screams and pain blend in the endless darkness, swallowing everything...
Ezra suddenly woke up and stood up in a seated position, frantically blinking
his eyes while breathlessly panting. Then an arm thrown him down again against
the soft bed, and the too-well-known voice of Chyon soothed, still sleepy:
« Calm down Ezra, it was only a nightmare, now rest for a little bit before we
start to think about our future...»
The boy remembered everything had happened before, the meeting with Vizago, the
kiss, then sensation of freedom and happiness, and lastly... his capture by
Chyon...
« Discuss OUR future? I had already decided my future and you aren't included
in it! »
Ezra liberated himself from the Pantoran's grip and glanced the now aware
golden eyes of Chyon, that was observing him, then the teen added:
«Now if you excuse me... »
And attempted to stand up and run away from him, but as he did so, he
immediately stumbled against the hard floor, realizing that his ankles were
chained to the bed. He heard Chyon soundly sigh and stood up, slowly walking
toward his struggling frame and crouching in front of himself. The Pantoran
firmly grabbed the boy's tan chin, forcing Ezra to look in his golden eyes:
« Your future is bound with mine and I'm the one who decides for both of us,
and right now I want to... »
Chyon fixed his lips against the ones of Ezra, smooching him with all of his
passion while the teen struggled against it. When the Pantoran felt satisfied,
he divided himself from the teen and lifted his fragile frame, only to thrown
him again onto the bed and immediately putted himself above him, Ezra shouted
again:
«My future is only mine, no one can decide for me! »
The Pantoran distanced himself from Ezra, towering him while still making eye-
contact with him:
«Really? Well that Kanan or Kell seemed to have already decided for you, tell
me, he asked you to stay with him, didn't he? »
Ezra was taken aback, Kanan told Chyon about his offer? Why he would do that?
« I see that I'm right, but I don't think he told you the spicy part... that he
finds you attractive and when he would have the chance he would... fuck you? »
The teen widenly opened his eyes and evaded the malicious ones of the Pantoran,
not believing his words:
« Oh he didn't, eh? He clearly said to me "Ezra is sooo cute I'd fuck him
immediately, but first I'll pretend to be a trustworthy man and find a pretext
to let him stay here, even accepting those repugnant creatures"...»
« You're a big fat liar, Chyon! He wouldn't say something like that about my
daughters!»
Said Ezra, interrupting Chyon, and changeling the Pantoran's eyes with a
hateful gaze, resolute in his affirmation. But Chyon wasn't surprised from the
teen's response and seductively added, while putting himself again just above
the boy's chest and caressing the teen's thighs:
« Even if he hadn't said so... His eyes told me, he only wants you as a play
thing, like the guests of the Pleasure House, but I saved you from his grip and
now we can live happily... »
« Kidnapped is the best term! »
Retorted Ezra, his cheeky courage reappearing after so long that it almost felt
strange but he accepted it anyway:
« You didn't "save" me from him, you took me away from the ones that in a short
time took care of me, Ayy and Dralkad, even offered us to stay with them for
awhile without even asking for a payment, only YOU thought that I was in
danger, you're... »
The Pantoran hushed Ezra with another kiss, pressing him more against the bed,
then said:
« I don't care about your opinion, you're mine , I claimed you the first time
we met and now you can't backward »
The teen, frustrated, tried to free himself from Chyon, screaming:
«And what about Katal!? Did you forget about having a wife? You're free now and
you can search her! »
Chyon's body stiffened and stood up for the second time, still staring at the
teen, then declared:
« Why I should search for her when I can have you instead? »
Ezra gasped, incredulous, confused and frozen. Suddenly Chyon moved his hands,
starting to strip the teen that reacted by shoving his hands away and screamed:
« I'm not a replacement!»
Chyon frowned and played with one of the long raven logs of the boy, saying:
« Indeed you aren't, that is why I made up my mind and decided to... »
Ezra slapped the Pantoran's hand, and stared at the hesitant eyes of Chyon, his
gaze throwing daggers. Then the Pantoran took all of his courage, and made eye-
contact with the teen, firmly saying:
« Marry you»
The world around Ezra remained still, the teen was dismayed, did he even hear
right? He must have heard wrong, right? Right? It couldn't be possible!
« What you said? »
Asked Ezra, turning pale, fearing to have heard right:
« You heard me, Ezra, I want to marry you... after all for not drawing too many
attentions I had to say that you were my fiancé...»
Ezra couldn't believe it, and exploded:
« What the hell!? You... you... You could have said that I was your adoptive
son! Or something like that! Why fiancé?! And most importantly... You are
married! And I'm a minor, so tell me that you're mocking me... »
But Chyon seemed serious, in fact he neared his face to the teen's eyes, fixing
his golden ones, sternly saying:
«Replying with order... I said fiancé because in this planet the adult age here
is fixed at fifteen years old, and if I remember correctly… Empire day was
when...»
Chyon gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, while shivers ran
across Ezra's spine, remembering that sorrowful day…
The Pantoran decided to trail off and continued his speech:
« Lastly, the owner of this place exchanged you for a girl and he was firm in
that, and didn't accept any excuses, saying "a man and a woman shouldn't share
the same room if they aren't at least engaged" so... You can figure the rest
out... »
Ezra's brain froze and his very first thought was to cut his hair as soon as he
could, but Chyon hadn't finished yet to "surprise" him:
« And I'm serious, I really want to marry you, this is the only solution to be
bound together for life... and regarding Katal, well... she wasn't really my
wife, our "marriage" was a set up for a big hit and we had to organize
something to distract the interested ones... so that's the truth, I'm legally a
bachelor »
Ezra dropped his jaw, not believing his ears, but immediately recomposed,
inquiring:
«Even so you still can't "marry" me! I'm a guy!»
The Pantoran just stroked the teen's cheek, saying:
« Yes I can, there is no age block and about the fact that we're both males,
well... You'll have to pretend and being a girl until we'll be married »
Ezra felt his blood froze in his veins, then robotically repeated:
« Pretend. To. Be. A. GIRL!? No way! They'll notice and I don't want to! You're
sick!»
The Pantoran again gripped the teen's chin, firmly saying:
« I can assure you that nobody will notice, all thought here it isn't looked as
a bad thing to pretend on being a girl or a man, you only have to play the part
in a really good way and nobody will say a thing»
The boy's eyes were opened so widely that they almost seemed to pop out from
his face, and he asked, shouting again:
« In what kind of place you took me!? »
Chyon smirked and suddenly forced again the boy into a kiss, only when he felt
himself satisfied he said:
« I won't say to you, but it's a really special place where the family must
consist of a husband and a wife, but it doesn't matter the real genre of the
two, only the roles must be clear... so you don't have any escape, just accept
it, and don't worry for the "girl thing"... You'll be cute anyways»
Again, Ezra dropped his jaw, rage filling his whole being:
« You planned everything! But still you don't have my approval!»
The Pantoran just again smirked, continuing:
« Regarding your approval... well if you don't accept my proposal, you known...
I can always blown that ship with your daughters and the people who helped you
inside»
Ezra's mind became still for a moment, then a crazy mess of mixed emotions
exploded inside of it, fear for the lives of Ayy and Dralkad, guilt because of
him even the lives of the people who helped him had just been putted in danger
and finally anger because Chyon was threatening him, suffering... But the teen
knew too well that the Pantoran would really do it, so Ezra reluctantly mumbled
, evading Chyon's gaze and observing the sheets, his voice thin and weak:
«I- I... a-ac-accept to... marry... you... »
Chyon immediately understood, but he wanted to hear it aloud, so he evilly
asked:
« I didn't hear what you said, repeat it and this time look directly my eyes »
The teen gulped and did as he was told, repeated louder the phrase with more
certainty:
« I accept to marry you!»
The Pantoran immediately hugged Ezra, enthusiastically and excitedly squeezing
him, screaming at the same time:
« I knew you would accept! Now I'll think on everything for our special day! »
Ezra didn't exchange the hug but neither rejected it, only desperation crossed
his whole body, feeling like he had no hopes, and still his mind was a complete
mess:
« Ah! Last important thing! Now that is official, I can give you this... »
Chyon divided himself from the hug and reached a small box placed above the
bedside-table, opening it in front of the teen, revealing one simple ring that
Chyon immediately putted on the teen's left ring finger, adding:
« Now this special ring has also a localization device implanted in it, and
right now it's attached to your skin so you can't pull it out, in this way I'll
know where you are, even if you try to escape me, but I think you won't do it,
right? »
Ezra just lowered his gaze, staring at the ring, completely drained and nodded,
gaining another joyful hug and kiss from Chyon that stood up and said:
« Now I'll go! You stay here »
Ezra just sighed, replying:
« Where do you think I can go?»
The Pantoran ignored him and put on the clothes and approached the metallic
door, almost opening it, then joyfully said:
« I'll prepare everything, it'll be the most wonderful and marvelous day of our
life , I swear! I'll come back soon! Don't worry dear! »
And exited the dark room, leaving the teen alone in the darkness.
Ezra curled himself into a ball, feeling like to die in that exact moment, his
eyelids were full of unshed tears and said to himself:
« What else I can do now?... »
He glanced again the silver ring, then shove his forehead against his knees,
his thoughts fixed on his children, his little stars... How were they now?
Good? Did they missed him? Were Hera and Kanan taking care of them or they
already had handled them to others people... No way! They wouldn't do that, but
what if... No, Kanan wasn't the type to do that... Ezra lingered his thoughts
on the man, then desperately asked in his mind:
" Kanan, where are you? Please...save me"
Then a voice in the back of his mind replied, giving him hope and joy
" Trust me, I'll find you!"
"The Force will reunite us again…"
***** Before the marriage vows: Time is running out *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                                Chapter_twelve
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                           Before the marriage vows
                            " Time is running out"
                                        
Kanan entered again in the common room, carefully walking in order to not wake
the two babies. As he continued to walk, he spoke:
« Hera, Sabine… I need more "baby care" lessons or I'll do every single time a
mess…»
« Kanan… we need to talk about about this topic…»
Began to say Hera, her grave eyes staring at the Jedi who was gently placing
Ayy and Dralkad inside the crib.
« Indeed we have to, and also about Ezra's search! We have to save him from…»
The Twi'lek didn't give him time to finish, while Zeb and Sabine stared at the
two, uneasy to see the man's reaction
« Kanan… Listen, I spoke with Fulcrum before about this and…»
« What he said?»
Asked Kanan, not liking where this was going and glancing the unreadable looks
all the crewmembers had . Hera lowered her gaze, regretting to repeat what
Fulcrum had said to her…
Ezra was still curled into a ball, immersed in his thoughts. He had tried
countless times to pull out the ring from his finger, without success. It was
really attached to his finger and every time he had tried to pull it out, it
seemed to clench even more.
The boy had already dropped any hope on get rid of it, and now anxiety was
eating him while thinking that he had to…. Marry Chyon! And to render things
even worse, dressed like a bride… In his entire life he had never ever heard of
something like that…
" Poor child, you'll have to bound yourself with someone even against your
will"
And now the steamy snake appeared again, wrapped to his right arm, and this
time when he was still awake. Great, just what he needed!
« You again? What the heck? Not only you hunt me in my dreams and but also now?
What are you?»
An hissing laugh was heard, and the snake just clutched more  the arm, and
fixed its the glowing red-rimmed eyes with the boy
" You already know who I'm, I'm the only one that can help you now…"
« Yes, sure… As if I'd need your help. I can manage this by myself , so kindly
leave me alone!»
The serpent just slid and wrapped itself on Ezra's shoulders and neck, his eyes
still fixed with the electric blue ones
" Manage this by yourself, you say? For what I can see you can't do anything by
yourself so how can leave alone a lost child like you? I can't, I'd feel guilty
to neglect help to a desperate soul"
Ezra darted an hateful gaze and started to move, shoving the snake away from
himself
«I have a plan! And most importantly, I don't need your help or pity! So just
go!»
" You say that only because you heard that man's words…. I'll save you! I
promise!... as if he can keep a second promise"
« I won't listen to you anymore! »
Spat the teen, beginning to work on freeing his ankles from the chains Chyon
had tied him with,  but the snake wasn't done with him
" Ooooh really? Then you'll listen to me after hearing the only solution for
escaping from that blue Pantoran's clutch… Kill him"
Ezra froze,  even abandoning to unbound the chains and his mind completely
still
" Yes… kill him while he's sleeping… after doing sex, so he'd be even more
exhausted, then you take his vibro blade and cut his throat! Or plant it in his
chest! "
« I will never ever do that!»
How could he? Well, it was true that Chyon had done also horrible things to him
but killing him... Was that really necessarily? Chyon's death was really Ezra's
only solution? No, there were many others ways, he just needed to find them...
" If you don't have enough courage to take his life then  continue to be his
fiancée and soon… Wife, for the rest of your life"
And it dissolved in the air, its laugh echoing in Ezra's mind. But the boy's
predicament wasn't going to end in that moment, instead it was only the
beginning...
The door of the dark room opened, revealing a smiling and happy Chyon who
remained on the doorframe for a moment, saying:
« Darling! I've news and a surprise for you»
He left the door not completely closed and twitched forward, wrapping the boy
with his arms and kissing him, then continued:
« First the news! The wedding will be in one week, only one weeks and we'll be
bound for life together, isn't it exciting?»
Ezra evaded the direct glance of the Pantoran and shrugged, spitting annoyed:
«Yes…»
But Chyon regrabbed the teen's chin and he made eye-contact with his sapphire
eyes, demanding with a enraged voice:
« More enthusiasm!»
Ezra inwardly cursed and restrained himself from saying a sarcastic phrase,
instead he faked his enthusiasm:
« Oh can't you see how much excited I am? I'm thrilled»
The Pantoran's gold eyes deeply scrutinized the boy, searching if the boy was
laying or was sarcastic, but in the end he didn't care, after all he had won
and soon they'd be bound forever:
« Hmmm… I'll accept it, and last news, I've found a marvelous ship for
ourselves… A little jewel, you'll see it soon»
And Chyon landed another kiss on the boy's lips, while freeing his chained
ankles. Ezra didn't exchange the kiss, remaining rigid but then moved a little
his legs, tasting the little freedom he had now:
« And now, the surprise… Girls come in!»
The teen widely opened his eyes, shocked, girls? For what? Did the Pantoran
wanted to do it with him and others girls?
Then three women entered, but it was way too obvious that they were… man
dressed like women. All of them were wearing crazy colorful dresses and wigs.
One that was wearing a bright green straight wig approached Chyon and Ezra, and
squealed, staring in particular at the boy:
« Oh my! What a cutie we have here, gals!»
The other two approached,  Ezra inwardly sighed, bracing himself for what would
come next…
« Indeed he's already a girl without our help»
Stated the second woman with a pink short wig, her brown eyes thoroughly
observing the boy while nodding at the other woman beside her and was wearing a
orange-red curly wig.  Wait What? Ezra was taken aback, confused and not
comprehending their presences in the room and the "help" for what?
« Can I cuddle him for a bit?»
Asked the woman wearing the orange-red wig, scrutinizing Ezra with more
interest. What the heck what happening here?
« Mary! What are you saying? He's already engaged and…»
« And the fiancée is still here»
Concluded Chyon with a intimidating glance toward the redhead called Mary and
an awkward silence fell upon the three ladies. But the Pantoran broke it:
« So girls you know what you've to do, I expect great things from you when I'll
return and remember….»
The Pantoran grabbed again Ezra's chin and locked his lips with the ones of the
boy, giving a long and deep kiss in front of the three that gasped at the same
time in awe:
« Young and pure love!»
« Such a marvellous view»
« I'm so jealous!»
Chyon immediately glanced again Mary  and after smooching Ezra, he continued
his sentence:
« And remember that he's mine, and no one else can have… him»
The Pantoran said the last line while clutching the squirming teen against his
chest, just to mark his statements. The two women stared at Mary seriously,
saying at the same time:
« Mary…»
« Ok, ok, I can't even joke?»
Awkwardly laughed Mary, but this didn't extinguished the two womens stares,
instead they began to scold her and a little ruckus exploded.
Chyon ignored the women's ruckus and fixed his eyes with the blue ones of the
teen and smiled, then he neared his lips against the left ear of the boy and
hissed:
« Just say yes to whatever they'll tell you, I invented a story for them and
they immediately bought it, so don't screw everything up and… if they ask you
something different, just laugh and ignore it or… »
Chyon didn't end the phrase, letting it linger the menace in the teen's mind.
Ezra felt his stomach churning and goose bumps forming, then he nodded , this
made the Pantoran's smile grew widely and landed another kiss before get going,
saying:
« While you girls work, I'll finish others business. I'll return soon!»
The women passionately waved bye to him, and when he had closed the door they
circled Ezra, their scrutinizing eyes made the boy uncomfortable. The boy
didn't know that one of his worst nightmares was starting in that same moment.
The greenhead woman grabbed his chin and raised it up, commenting with concern:
« What a shame to have those collar's scars! Poor boy… you had to endure five
long months without your loved one and bound to a shock collar!»
« It's true that a man named Kanan Jarrus kidnapped you right after you had
accepted Chyon's proposal? »
« And that Chyon had saved you? »
The three bombarded Ezra with many others questions, without giving him time to
answer, seeing how much enthusiastic they were...  In the end, the boy managed
to ask
« What had Chyon had told you?…»
«Everything!»
And then the women told him with enthusiasm Chyon's invented story, and Ezra
inwardly facepalmed while listening to it, becoming red as a tomato and he felt
the shame grew at every word they said…
From what the three had said to him, he and Chyon met on Lothal in Capital city
and it was love at first glance. But because of the Imperial laws and the age-
gap, Ezra's parents didn't approve that their son dated Chyon, so the two had
decided to escape and follow their adventures together.
They spent more than one year together, working as smugglers , then the
Pantoran proposed himself to Ezra who had immediately accepted , but right
after the teen had said "yes", a pirate named Kanan Jarrus with his crew had
boarded their ship and captured them.
Immediately after the two had been captured, the pirate captain had immediately
noticed Ezra and decided to keep him as his play thing, selling Chyon to a
Zygerrian slaver.
«Not to mention the phrase of this jerk " Such a cute little pearl we have
here, when I'll find again someone like you? Cutie, you'll stay here with me
and be my little slut!"… If I'll ever see this jerk, I'll personally punch
him!»
« Not only punches but also kicks and far more worse punishments!»
« But at least Chyon managed to escape and rescued you thanks to his friends!
And now you can have your happy ending! »
« That's so sweet! And nobody else will ever divide you again!»
Ezra wanted only to disappear, and at the same time he thought " How can
someone really believe that story?!"
« Well, gals! Stop fooling around and let's work!»
« Of course! »
Ezra widely opened his eyes, mentally bracing himself and digging his head
against his knees, thinking again and again " I'll never rob a Zygerrian again"
The woman gripped his shoulders and forced him to stand up, exclaiming:
« C'mon sweetie, don't be shy and…»
The others two women began to strip his slender frame, leaving him with only
his undergarments and bandages  on. At the sight of the gauze, all the three
gasped, shocked and one of them shouted:
« What he did to your body?»
The three stared at him, expectantly waiting for the teen's response that never
came. Ezra just lowered his gaze, and thought over again on what had happened
to him and what he had become in order to survive.
All the abuses he had to sustain, all the things he had to do only for
satisfying  others, the nightmares, the laughs, the pointed fingers…
Ezra didn't realize that his eyelids were full of tears and that the three
women were tightly hugging him:
« Poor one… You suffered so much…»
« But now he can't do any more harm to you!»
« Now there's your loved one that will always protect you»
Ezra flinched, not for the hug but for the fact that Chyon easily convinced the
three kind trans and now the boy had to sustain the part… Even though he didn't
want to, but the silver ring reminded him of the Pantoran's menaces against his
daughters and the Ghost crew…
« Yes…»
Muttered the teen and then one of the three patted his head, as if she wanted
to give him courage. Finally the three freed the boy and one of them said:
« Now we really have to work, first of all let's prove on this…»
From behind, the second woman took a white bustier and with it she wrapped
Ezra's abdomen, tightly securing it's zip right behind his back.
The boy was taken aback by the sudden move and felt his lungs being squeezed by
the bustier's rigid fabric. His lips let go of a throttled phrase:
« How can someone… breath?»
« You don't have to say much, only "yes" so… Hmmm… Gals, we have also those,
right?»
« "Those"… What?»
Inquired the teen, worried from the woman's serious  tone, then the other two
exclaimed:
« Of course! What you thought?»
Then the boy saw the woman in front sternly nod and four hands grabbed the
upper part the bustier and thrown inside it two rubber pads.
A light hum was emitted by the women, who spat:
« Larger padding»
That day won't proceed better for him...
« What you just said?! Abandon Ezra's search?! And divide the babies?! No way,
Hera!»
Shouted Kanan while fixing his enraged eyes with the emerald green ones of the
Twi'lek:
« You can't be serious!»
Hera frowned, only to raise up again her cold and stern gaze:
« We'll follow Fulcrum's orders, Kanan, we can't go and search Ezra for the
moment we have the Wookiees to rescue»
The Jedi crossed his arms with disapproval, his teal eyes still flaming with
anger:
« Then I'll go search him alone »
This time, the pilot widely opened her eyes, incredulous and shocked:
« Kanan Jarrus! You can't be serious!»
« Yes I am, after all I found him when I was alone in that nightmarish place»
Hera raised from her seated position and approached the man, placing her hands
above her sides:
« It was your choice to infiltrate that Pleasure House alone! You didn't want
anyone of us to accompany you »
« I know and I'm the only one here who can understand what happened to Ezra
better than anyone gathered here. I'll find him again with or without you»
« Not this time!»
Both Sabine and Zeb exclaimed, also they stood up and glanced Kanan with
serious eyes, then Hera added:
« Last time you went alone, you returned changed and you still hadn't told the
complete whole story. Kanan, we're a crew a family! Have you forgotten this?»
The man recoiled a little, lowering his gaze while reflecting on Hera's words,
realizing how much true she was...
« I haven't forgot that Hera and... you're right but still I won't accept
Fulcrum's terms and I know  you don't want that too...»
Kanan made eye-contact with all of them, resolute. Then Hera said:
 « No… I don't want but we have...»
Kanan placed his hands above the slender shoulders of her:
« Let's make a deal, if I don't find him , we'll give to Fulcrum the babies,
but if I manage to find Ezra's whereabouts ... We'll keep them and rescue their
father»
The pilot pondered the Jedi's deal for a moment, but also she inwardly didn't
agree with Fulcrum and replied:
« I can accept this and... let me guess, you've already a plan for solve this
whole situation? »
Kanan widely grinned, while dividing himself from the Twi'lek and he said:
« Yes I do,  better if this time we split in two groups : you, Sabine and Zeb
will rescue the Wookiees while me and Chopper will focus on gaining information
about Ezra's whereabouts»
« And the babies?»
Asked Zeb, a little bit worried about them. and Kanan replied
« They will stay here on the Ghost, it's the most safe place for them in this
moment »
Then Sabine added, approaching the crib and saying while glancing the two
little infants:
« Someone should stay behind and tend to the babies...»
Zeb immediately turned toward her, and approached the crib, fidgeting while
watching the two little girls. The Mandalorian immediately noticed the stange
acting of the Lasat and glanced him suspiciously:
 « Are you saying you want to do it Zeb? »
The Lasat threw a vexed glance, almost offended:
« Hey! I was good doing it! I can watch over them some more! »
A light chuckle escaped from both Hera and Sabine's lips, also Kanan smiled and
said:
« Then it's decided, better get going... Chopper let's go»
Hera's lips trembled  as she the grumpy droid and the Jedi went outside of the
ship, her eyes became full of tears but she regained herself and just said:
« Well... let's get to work and hope that he'll find Ezra soon...»
…
It had been one of the hardest and embarrassing experiences Ezra had to endure
in his entire life. Those crazy women had practically forced him to put on
various different models of dresses, and lingerie, LINGERIE! For him?! For
which purpose if he had to pretend on being a girl only for one day? But that
wasn't even the worst part… He had also to wear different pairs of high heels
shoes and walking with them. And he swore, every time he had to make a single
step he could feel his feet screaming in pain, not to mention all the make-up
part…
" How can women endure all those things?"
Then Chyon had returned, right when Ezra was wearing an incomplete white with
light shades of light blue dress, the shoes and even the make-up.
The Pantoran remained startled by the sight, scrutinizing every inch of the
teen's body and feeling the urge to take him again, but he managed to contain
himself at first.
 He had approached Ezra slowly and finally had landed another kiss on his lips,
passionately smooching the teen again under the amazed stare of the three.
The kiss didn't satisfied the Pantoran, instead it made grow his lustful
desires to the point of saying:
« Well, my dear ladies, if you excuse us, we need some… privacy right now»
The three thrown malicious glances and lightly laughed, while exiting from the
room and saying:
« Don't worry, we understand… We can return later for picking up the dress…
enjoy yourselves!»
When the door shut closed, Chyon swiftly grabbed Ezra bridal style:
« Chyon please no!»
The boy protested and pleaded, but as always, the Pantoran ignored him and
thrown the squirming teen above the bed, then he swiftly reached the door and
made sure that its lock was closed from both the inside and outside. Then he
turned back to Ezra and stared at him with lustful eyes, slowly approaching the
teen and soothing:
« You're beautiful, Ezra»
 
Chyon then removed his clothes in front of the teen and climbed into the bed,
continuing to say:
« If you'll ever decide to wear women's clothes, you'll have my total approval»
Ezra immediately raised and turned his head, in order to fix his eyes with the
one of Chyon, and exclaimed:
« Don't even think-»
But the Pantoran shove him again against the mattress, pressing his hand on the
boys nape and soothed:
« Whatever... Let's continue»
Chyon smooched again Ezra, not before putting himself above the teen and
beginning to strip him.
As his tongue dominated the one of the boy, Chyon swiftly removed the shoes,
then the dress and lastly all the lingerie. He didn't stop until every inch of
t boy's body was completely bare, he only left the gauze untouched.
« I promised to myself on not taking you before the wedding but… I can't keep
that promise for one week…»
Declared Chyon and began to run his tongue across the tan neck, lightly
nibbling it.
Ezra moaned and tried to wriggle away, but Chyon just gripped his slender
wrists and immobilized his legs by pressing himself above him. Still his tongue
continued to slid from the neck to the cheeks, finally stopping and lingering
on the ear, not before he had moved some of the long black locks away from the
ear. 
The Pantoran then decided to seductively bite the ear, making Ezra release a
short scream that Chyon enjoyed to hear.  He turned again the boy and licked
his love hole, making the boy jolt and squirm even more. The Pantoran then
replaced the tongue with his fingers, in order to make Ezra scream even more
that gave more pleasure to him.
The boy's screams and moans rapidly aroused Chyon, who turned again the teen on
his back and lastly spread the fragile legs, having access to Ezra's intimacy.
Finally, the Pantoran poke with his erected love member the boy's hole and
quickly rammed inside him. 
Chyon's big blue hands didn't stop to move and touch every inch of Ezra's tan
and sweaty body, and he had locked again his lips with the ones of the teen,
deeply smooching him like there wasn't a tomorrow. 
The Pantoran soon reached his climax and released his seed inside the teen,
while dividing his lips from the boy's mouth and releasing a sweet and
satisfied moan. 
After that, Chyon let himself fall on the soft bed and clutched Ezra in a tight
embrace, and he soothed while drifting in a peaceful and deep slumber:
« Forever bound together…»
And the Pantoran instinctively clutched the teen against his chest, as he had
always done before and would do in the future. At least that was Chyon thought,
Ezra… Not the same.
The boy immediately loosened Chyon's arms and tried to wriggle away from him,
but he was re-gripped again and squeezed even more tightly against the
Pantoran's chest. But Ezra didn't give up, and again he divided himself from
Chyon, but again the Pantoran clutched him. This cycle of release and re-grab
went for countless times, until Ezra gave up and frustrated just laid attached
to the Pantoran.
After a while, Ezra felt Chyon's grip loosened itself and the teen immediately
took advantage of it.  He swiftly but still cautiously unwrapped the Pantoran's
arms and he easily crawled away from the bed. Ezra inwardly sighed and thought
that this was the perfect time to perform an escape. He stared again at the
silver ring, reminding him Chyon's menaces but then he thought again, hopeful "
I can always find someone who can take it off… There's always a way, now let's
see this lock"
Ezra approached the door and began to scrutinize its lock. The boy's knowledge
over lockpiking soon emerged again in his mind after more than one year of
almost non use of it. He immediately scrutinize the room, searching for
something that could easily substitute a lockpick but in the almost complete
darkness was difficult, not to say impossible to find thin and sharp objects
suitable for that role.
Ezra rummaged through the floor, touching every single inch of the floor, and
thoroughly slid his fingers across every single and smallest crack he felt
under his skin. The boy deeply hoped that those three crazy women had
accidentally forgot a needle or some others instruments that they had used
before to adjust the dress and "his appearance", but he didn't succeeded into
finding something useful.
In the end, Ezra decided to inspect Chyon's dumped clothes which where laying
just under the bed. While rummaging inside the jacket's pockets, he soon felt
the sharp blade of the vibro blade scratch his finger and he immediately bit
his lips in order to refrain a shout of pain. After sucking his finger, tasting
the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth, Ezra hesitantly wrapped the blade's
handle and extracted the weapon from the pocket. The blade shone in the
darkness, its smooth surface reflecting the dim light, Ezra stared at the
blade, fascinated by it.
" So you finally have the blade in your hands, child"
The boy jolted when he heard the hissing voice of the steamy snake, but he
tried to ignore it, even when the serpent appeared already wrapped on his arm
and hand that was holding the weapon.
" Now you have the power to free yourself from him!"
Ezra didn't want to listen and replied, whispering
« I won't use it as you suggested before!»
The serpent simply crawled from the arm to the boy's shoulder and coiled part
of its body against Ezra's neck and fixed it's golden red-rimmed eyes with the
electric blue ones of him, hissing again
" And how you intend to use it, my boy? For forcing open that lock? And then
what? Escape? Pathetic, he'll find you again …"
Ezra raised his left hand and moved away the snake, then he swiftly reached
again the door, beginning to shove inside the lock the sharp blade, trying to
force it open
" It's useless, my boy… You already know that the blade can't pass through it"
The boy just spat
« I'm not speaking to you! Leave me alone to work!»
But the snake wasn't going to leave him anytime sooner
" If you succeeded into opening it… Did you think also on how to remove that
device disguised as an engagement ring?"
« I can always find someone to take it off »
" In a unknown planet that you haven't even seen at least once? And what if he
finds you before you can even find someone to help you?"
The boy wasn't going to be intimidated by the serpent and just said:
« I can always say that I wanted to visit the place…»
" As if he'd believe something like that"
Ezra stopped to work with the lock only for sternly staring at the serpent
« I won't never take his life!»
The steamy snake just crawled on his left shoulder, continuing to sooth
" Child, if you really wish to see again your daughters you've to get rid of
him or he'll always hunt you down… until your very last breath!"
Ezra was aware of it, but the serpent just declared  it without any midterm and
its next words really startled him
" The only solution is killing him, boy…Give him his final death now, a single
stab in the heart and he won't even suffer… His death will be your freedom,
your final and decisive freedom. Do you want it, child? You wish to be free?"
Ezra at this moment had stopped to work on opening the door and was observing
the weapon in his hands, gripping and unwrapping its handle various times
« I – I -… Yes…»
The snaked moved and was now face to face with the kid
" Then you know better than me on how to obtain it… By removing every obstacle,
even with its complete elimination…"
« But… It isn't right…»
" Was him right to touch you in that way? Was he right to trick and violate
you?"
The boy evaded those glowing eyes, thinking over the Pantoran's acts
« No… but he also protected me!»
" Only for manipulating you better and for his own needs… Only because he has
no more his previous partner and he doesn't have the will to search her. Are
you her replacement?"
« No»
Firmly said Ezra, raising his head
" Then why waste this life time chance? Not only you'll free yourself from him
but also from your past of being a pleasure slave. No one will remind you what
you endured,  in simple words , total  freedom"
Ezra didn't reply back at first, then he muttering, nostalgic
« Freedom…»
And the boy tightly squeezed the handle, and stood up. He then slowly
approached the sleeping form of the Pantoran, stopping only when Ezra's slender
frame was towering the one of Chyon
" Kill him, child"
Hissed the steamy serpent while coiling itself on Ezra's right arm. The boy was
frozen while observing the rising and falling of Chyon's breath, the teen's
hand wrapped on the vibro blade was trembling
" Only in this way you'll be forever free... Stab him"
Ezra reluctantly raised the blade, and stared again at its smooth and shining
blade while in his head whirled a mess of contradicted thoughts. Kill him,
don't kill him, fear, anger, angst, desire of freedom... Freedom... Sweet
freedom…
With a last glance over the Pantoran, the boy then closed his eyes repeating to
himself
" Freedom..."
And…
…
***** Before the marriage vows: In the pitch dark, all the stars are brighter
*****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
                               Chapter thirteen
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                           Before the marriage vows
                 In the pitch dark, all the stars are brighter
                                        
" Freedom"
And Ezra lowered the vibroblade, but before its sharp and deadly blade could
pierce the flesh, the boy's hand hesitated and remained still...
The deadly weapon was lingering an inch above Chyon's heart, while the blue
chest was still peacefully rising and falling.
" Stab him"
Repeated again the steamy snake, more insistent that before. Ezra began to feel
shivers running across his spine, the fear and adrenaline spread in his entire
being and froze every single limbs of his body.
Ezra was split in two, one part of him wanted to kill the person that was
impeding him to live his life the way he wanted it to be, while the other part
didn't want Chyon's death, recalling him how many times the Pantoran had helped
him...
" Stab. Him. Boy"
And this time the serpent coiled itself around the boy's neck, its golden red-
rimmed eyes made eye-contact with the electric blue ones of him. Its eyes
hypnotized the boy, who raised again the dagger and prepared himself for
stabbing again the Pantoran's chest... The world around him was completely
still, his hands were trembling for the adrenaline, his eyes focused in the
raising and falling of the chest, his heart was frantically bumping, his mind
silent with only the snake's hissing filling it. The boy could hear both his
heartbeat and the one of Chyon... the pace making him almost abandon any
attempt to take his life...
" Kill him, kill him, kill him"
Insisted the snake, coiling more its body to Ezra's neck while the teen
repeated eagerly in his mind only one word... the word that symbolized
something important to the teen and he was desperate to obtain, like the
thirsty man searching for water in the most arid desert...
" Freedom"
And for the second time Ezra blew the blade... but again he stopped before
stabbing the dagger inside Chyon's chest. The serpent grew frustrated of this
and he focused more its eyes on the ones of Ezra, repeating and repeating, more
firmly
" Kill him"
Ezra stared at both the gold red-rimmed eyes of the serpent and the Pantoran's
vulnerable chest , his fear and hesitation quickly growing... In the end, Ezra
evaded the stare and fervently shook his head, screaming:
« I can't!»
Finally, he put the vibro blade beside himself, deeply panting for calming
down, abandoning any act of killing Chyon
" Kill him or you won't be free! Never ever free!"
Hissed again the snake, but the teen just shook his head again and placed his
hands above his eyes, the weapon still in hands.
« I… I… don't want this…»
The animal wrapped the boy's arm that was holding the vibroblade and inquired,
coldly
" Will you kill him?"
Ezra shouted with all the air present in his lungs
« I won't!»
The steamy snake remained silent for awhile, then it hissed, sorely
disappointed
" Then you'll die here!"
Ezra widely opened his eyes when he felt his whole body become numb, as if it
wasn't no more his. The boy glared horrified his arm moving by itself, raising
up with the vibroblade pointed toward his own gut.
The teen frantically began to pant and tried to scream for help, but his voice
didn't come out from his throat because the steamy snake's squamous body
swiftly wrapped his head, muffling him.
" Say goodbye to your life, silently, slave"
And the arm twitched…
« Have you seen these two?»
Asked Kanan while Chopper was projecting the Holo-image of Ezra and Chyon to
two old men that were passing by. The elders stared at the projection but they
shoved their head almost immediately and went for their way. Kanan sighed and
furrowed his eyebrows, stating ,defeated:
« If we continue like this, we won't find him...»
Chopper beeped and whistled in response, gaining a glance from the man:
« Chop, we've already tried to follow their tracks, without success and...»
The droid interrupted him again, and the Jedi grew more frustrated, releasing a
growl while saying:
« We've already done everything you've just listed, it seems like they've
disappeared in thin air!»
The astromech raised one of his mechanized arms and waved it, releasing a
mechanized growl and beeping another suggestion that captured Kanan's
attention:
« Wait... Check the security system of the spaceport... Of course! Why you
didn't say it immediately? We don't have time to waste! Let's go!»
Chopper growled, then the two headed for the first space-port, hoping to
finally find some scraps of information...
The arm twitched forward, the sharp blade shining in the dim light, but just
before it could pierce Ezra's smooth flesh, another strong hand blocked it…
Chyon's hand.
The Pantoran had been awaken by the teen's rants and when his golden eyes saw
Ezra with the blade pointed against himself, Chyon misunderstood the boy's act
as an attempted suicide.
The Pantoran had seen many others times that behavior from the boy during the
time spent in the Pleasure House, so he was prepared and he had swiftly grabbed
the boy's wrist, clutching more the grip on it while distancing the blade away
from Ezra's gut.
Chyon's strong hand easily forced open the teen's hand that let go of the vibro
blade, landing on the floor with a soundly thump. When the Pantoran saw that
the peril had passed, he made eye-contact with the boy's frightened eyes,
almost shouting:
« Ezra! Why you were doing it again?! I thought we had got over your attempted
suicides months ago!»
The teen didn't reply, his body was still shaking from the adrenaline, but at
least the steamy snake had disappeared the moment Chyon had grabbed his wrist.
But Ezra was still in a confused state and couldn't form a phrase, this just
made the Pantoran even more frustrated:
« Speak to me! Let me help you!»
The Pantoran was now holding the boy's shoulders and he was strongly shaking
them, but this didn't take anywhere instead, it was worsening the situation.
Ezra's tremors increased along with his frenetic panting. Chyon cursed himself
for letting his anger get over himself and he… tightly embraced Ezra. In the
tight embrace, Ezra calmed down a bit, regaining his regular breath, bit by
bit, but still he didn't say anything to Chyon.
« Again the laughing masked people?»
Asked the Pantoran, apprehensive, trying to break the silence. The teen thought
for a moment, then said that it was better lying and not say a word about the
steamy serpent, so Ezra just replied with a low and trembled:
« Y-yes...»
Chyon tightened the embrace, showing to Ezra his support while thinking over
his acts...
« I'm sorry»
Suddenly said Chyon, caressing the boy's back in circular movements and
pressing him against more his chest, Ezra's head just under the Pantoran's
chin. Then Chyon soothed:
« I shouldn't have done it without your consent… »
Ezra was surprised to hear that, he almost thought the Pantoran was just
mocking him, but then Chyon added:
« We aren't in the Pleasure House anymore… but still I can't swiftly change
myself and I can't even notice if what I'm doing is right or wrong, so… Sorry,
sorry again, please don't try again to end your life because I…»
At this point the Pantoran rose up Ezra's face and locked his eyes with the
electric blue ones of the boy:
« Deeply love you»
And Chyon passionately kissed him, holding the slender frame more tightly than
before.
The numbness gradually disappeared from the boy's body, the sensation had been
replaced by the warm Chyon's body gave to him, and also his breaths were
regular. In a way, Ezra felt again safe and in the Pantoran's arms, but also
trapped, as if he could never escape from him.
After the long kiss, Chyon freed Ezra's lips and frame, then soothed with a
smile, while caressing the boy's head:
« I think it's the right time for showing you our new home… Get dressed»
…
The Pantoran and the boy walked in the deep night, well to be precise , the
Pantoran and the girl. While the two were dressing, Chyon had forced Ezra to
wear new girlish clothes that he had brought for the teen. Ezra wasn't happy of
it, but in that moment he would had accepted to do everything just for going
out from the room. He needed to feel again the wind hitting his face, the earth
under his feet and breath the outside's air.
And when the two had put feet outside from what seemed a hotel to the boy,
fortunately without meeting anyone, Ezra felt joy spreading to all his being.
Joy while observing the buildings that were so similar to the ones in Capital
City, on Lothal. Lothal... Ezra missed his home-world so much, and as the
Pantoran guided him to the spaceport where their ship was awaiting them, the
boy could not think over anything else, but only Lothal. His tower, the plains,
the wind... Everything. His true and only home.
Ezra felt his eyelids been full of tears, but he restrained himself from
crying, remembering that it wasn't the right moment to show his weaknesses.
« And here we're, but before...»
Chyon abruptly blindfolded the boy's eyes with his hands, pressing a dark
fabric over the sapphire eyes of Ezra, the teen was taken aback by the sudden
move and instinctively tried to move the Pantoran's hands away from his eyes.
This amused Chyon, who whispered in Ezra's ears, soothing after a little
chuckle:
« You can't watch right now, and don't even try to peek!»
Chyon's hands tied the fabric tightly around the teen's head and then he guided
him with their walk for a bit, then both of them stopped. Ezra heard Chyon
rummaging with something, then he heard him saying:
« Wait here, don't move and don't even try to remove the bandage or...»
« I know, I know! You don't need to remind that to me»
Spat Ezra, frustrated and annoyed, the Pantoran gave him a light hug, then
distanced himself from the teen.
The boy was literally fighting against himself for not running in that moment,
keeping in mind his daughters' fate if he did that, and also the fate of the
Ghost crew... Where were they? Ayy and Dralkad were still with them or they had
just gave them to strangers? Or perhaps they had abandoned them? Tossed his
daughters away? No, that was impossible... But how he could be so sure about
that?... Kanan's voice... His promise on saving him... Was that even real or
was he just starting to hear things? Something was telling him that Kanan's
voice wasn't a imagination...
« Now you can watch!»
The sudden voice of the Pantoran spat from far away, making Ezra reemerge from
his thoughts. The teen removed the bandage and saw what was in front of him,
widening his eyes in deep amazement while staring at the marvelous ship
standing just a few meters from him. She was indeed a little jewel, a modified
YT-2400 light freighter.
The ship had a grey-white saucer-shaped hull that dominated the view, along
whit the outstanding laser cannons on top, her lines fascinated Ezra who fell
in love at first glance, immediately dropping his jaw and continuing to stare
at her with awe. The symbol of a stylized black head's wolf with three yellow
vertical lines, the one in the middle longer than the two in the sides, painted
in its forehead marked the center of the round hull.
« She's... gorgeous... Is she really our? »
Succeeded to say the boy, not believing at his own eyes, then he heard Chyon's
light chuckles who said after:
« Yes, indeed she's our, her name is "Shadow Wolf", and with her we will cross
the entire Galaxy... I'll show you the deepest and most secrets places of the
Galaxy, nobody will ever find us or break apart, just the two of us and the
space...»
Proudly stated the Pantoran, approaching the teen and standing just in front of
him, then he fixed his golden eyes with the electric blue ones, completing his
speech:
« And we'll live an adventurous life as free traders or even mercenaries, I can
teach you all the secrets... We'll be unstoppable together, Ezra but...»
Chyon stopped, only to put his hands above the slender shoulders of the teen
and clutching more the grip on them, while saying his last words:
« ... If you die, nothing of this will happen, and don't you wish to see Lothal
ever again? We can also make a stop there, just... don't leave me ever again, I
promise I'll be a good partner only for seeing you happy, I won't be egoist and
selfish ever again... Just tell me what you wish»
The teen couldn't believe his ears, Chyon was really... really saying those
words? He was really letting him do what he wished? He needed to touch the
ground first:
« You mean... You'll let me do whatever I want?»
« Yes, whatever you want for your happiness»
Then Ezra stared at his glowing eyes, serious and stern, repeating:
« Whatever I want for my happiness, you promise?»
« I promise»
Chyon repeated seriously and convinced... This was maybe his only chance of
breaking free from Chyon and his overpossessivness, and Ezra inwardly cursed
against the steamy snake and also to the fact that he would never have the
chance to see or touch the "Shadow wolf":
« If you really want me to be happy, then...»
Ezra lowered his gaze, while the Pantoran squeezed more his shoulders, silently
telling him to continue and having all of his attention:
«... then let me live my life the way I want it to be!»
And with that, the boy raised again his gaze, his sapphire defiant eyes flaming
and changeling the startled ones of Chyon, resolute on his demands:
« Let me go away! Cancel that ridiculous marriage thing and go away! We are no
more in the Pleasure Hose, I'm in debt with you for having helped and protected
me, I'm grateful but I can't and I don't want to repay you by being your
personal "slut". I'm no more a pleasure slave and I'll never ever be one of
them again! So leave me alone!»
And Ezra grabbed Chyon's hands, shoving them away from himself and waited for
the Pantoran's response, but in the end he wished he would have just ran away
immediately after saying the speech.
Chyon was boiling with anger, and his face didn't hide it, instead it worsen
the situation. The Pantoran grabbed Ezra's shirt collar and raised him with one
hand, nearing his chin to his face, almost shouting:
« Let you go away and perhaps to those people that have those disgusting
creatures? ! Never! You know what? I don't care if you aren't happy of being
bound with me, you're mine and you won't run away from me! »
Ezra squirmed, trying to free himself from the grip and shouted:
« Then why you asked?!»
« I thought it was clear!»
Retorted Chyon, still his eyes flaming, holding more near to himself the
squirming teen:
« Only for you! Now release me!»
Shouted in response the boy, then he saw a way to escape from the Pantoran, he
kicked hard Chyon's gut, putting all of his strength in it and Chyon
immediately let go of the grip and fall on his knees.
Ezra immediately took the chance and ran away, escaping away from the
spaceport, letting his senses guide him through the unknown street of the
unknown city he was. Chyon's yells echoed behind him, but soon became more far
away and muffled until they became completely silent
...
The adrenaline had made him run so much that the teen just stopped only when he
didn't feel anymore air in his lungs and deeply breathed, trying to calm
himself. And that was when the snake reappeared... Shivers run across Ezra's
spine...
" Pathetic"
« You again! Do you wish to kill me so much?!»
Manage to shout Ezra, still panting. The steamy figure just fluctuated beside
the kid and began to coil Ezra's slender body, continuing to say
" I've never intended to kill you, I was just showing you my powers... If you
joins me I'll teach you those to you, but first... Have you forgotten the
ring?"
Ezra glanced back at his ring finger, cursing again against his idiocy. The
damn ring! He had forgotten about such a important detail! Now what?
" From what I see... yes, now that Pantoran will punish you really hardly..."
« I know! Ok? I don't need someone to remind me... What I should do now?»
The serpent moved, alluringly saying
" My solution is still the-"
« NO!»
Ezra immediately interrupted the snake
" Pathetic... well, I guess that I'll just disappear and watch what will you
do, boy... but remember, his death is your freedom"
And the steamy serpent dissolved in the air, leaving the teen alone with his
dark thoughts and fear, asking himself aloud:
« What I should do now? What I-»
« Ezra!»
Chyon... He had already reached him so quickly?! How it could be...
« Ezra! You've forgotten that you can't escape me?! I know where you're! And
now I'm very... very angry!»
He needed to find a spot where he could hide, but where? Everything was dark,
there were no dumpster in that alley and no hiding spots... He was doomed.
« Here you're!»
The Pantoran's frame towered his fragile body and Chyon swiftly approached the
teen, cornering him in the alley:
« You really thought you could just hit me and run? You thought wrong, my dear
Ezra, now ...»
He twitched forward and easily grabbed the squirming teen, who at first tried
to evade the Pantoran but failed. Chyon raised Ezra and then shoved him into
the ground immobilizing him, and then he rummaged in his pockets, revealing a
tight rope which he wrapped Ezra's wrists and then said:
« Let's return home, where you'll be locked for the rest of your life!»
Shouted Chyon, while the boy just screamed, trying to see if someone was near
to help him, but no one came and then Chyon hit hard the teen's head , knocking
him out almost immediately.
The Pantoran then picked up the unconscious kid and took him bridal style,
making in reverse the course to the Shadow wolf, saying more to himself:
« You're only mine... only mine»
And they disappeared in the deep darkness without stars ...
« Have you found them yet? »
Whispered Kanan, remaining still and guarding if anyone had spotted them. The
droid beeped annoyed in response, gaining a little hit from the man on his
dome:
« It isn't the right moment to make sarcastic comments! Find them. Swiftly.»
Chopper continued his search, until he whistled and beeped again...
« Nothing?!»
Exclaimed a shocked Kanan, who observed the astromech with a deep sadness and
dejection. Nothing.
Just nothing.
Not even a scrap of information.
What, now?
They had just lost the hope that before was shining like a star in the pitch
night...
A figure in the deep darkness was silently observing the desert streets.
Nobody has noticed him, and that was good because he had to be a shadow.
A shadow "hired" to find someone who seemed disappeared. Not for him.
He had already found his target, after all they gave to him all the description
he needed and now the last dowel was... Contact the person concerned and
finally plan "the rescue".
The man took an holo-disk out of his hidden pockets and switched it on. The
holo-image of a caped figured appeared, their modified voice spoke:
« This is Fulcrum, who's speaking? »
The man whispered:
«Glad to hear you again, Fulcrum. This is Rym and I've information for you.
I've found Lost-one and Lost-two. Sends coordinates right now...»
The right star has been found...
***** Before the marriage vows: Pandora's vase *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                               Chapter fourteen
                                      of
                            "Never rob a Zygerrian"
                           Before the marriage vows
                                Pandora's vase
                                        
« I can't believe it!»
Spat Kanan to no one in particular
« How is that even possible? Disappear without being noticed or recorded!»
Added more frustrated the Jedi, lowering his gaze toward the sandy ground.
Chopper whirled near him and with his mechanical arm patted his knee, trying to
console the man.
Four days, four hellish days of intense search and still they hadn't found any
scrap of information. Where could they have gone?
The astromech whistled, expressing its preposition that Kanan didn't like:
« Give up? Seriously, Chop? I won't...»
« Spectre-2 to Spectre-1, did you find anything?»
A cold shiver ran across Kanan's spine, remembering the deal with Hera.
After successfully rescuing the Wookiees, the rest of the crew had rejoined
Kanan and Chopper. After hearing about their unsuccessful result, all the three
had joined them on the search, but still without results.
« Spectre-2, do you copy?»
Inquired the voice of the captain, the man reluctantly took his comm and before
replying, he breathed deeply:
« Yes Specrte-2, I copy, but still nothing. You? »
« Nothing as well»
The mortified voice of Hera replied... Was this really the end?
« Return to the Ghost, we need to take a decision right away»
Continued to say the Twi'lek, the man inwardly sighed:
« Affermative»
As both Chopper and Kanan began to move, only one question hit his mind
" Ezra, where are you?"
...
The captain's cabin was a wide and ordered room, nothing special nor too
colorful. The walls were of various scales of grey and white, a bed bunk was
placed in the end of the metallic floor. There weren't many personal objects,
after all it was still a new ship and there wasn't nothing peculiar... except
of one little detail.
A boy was tied to the ceiling right in the middle of the room, with thick and
tight chains. Due to his height, the boy couldn't touch the floor, in this way
he was hanging above it, his arms open against the ceiling. The bindings were
strictly coiling him, immobilizing his ankles, then they rose up to his knees,
torso, arms and finally hands.
Every single chain were attached to different parts of the ceiling and some
others were even tangled between themselves over the teen's sweat naked body.
In that way, if he had succeeded into freeing himself from the chains of the
ceiling, he still had to liberate himself from the ones that were tying him in
others ways.
This was a studied method for keeping the boy right there or at least the
needed time for the Pantoran to regrab him again. Chyon swore to himself that
he would have never ever permitted him to run away again.
After Ezra's last escapade and immediate recapture, Chyon chained him right
away there. But he had committed a mistake, he thought that one heavy chain was
enough for keeping the teen restrained, but Ezra had attempted again to escape.
But because he didn't know well the interior of the ship, the Pantoran had
captured him again and tied him like that.
During those days, Chyon had decided to never leave the boy alone inside the
ship, or at least not more than half an hour. He even fed him personally, not
letting him touch any kind of sharp instrument, not after his last "attempted
suicide".
After every meal, Chyon permitted himself to have some fun with Ezra... Because
the sight of his fiancé tightly tied always aroused him more and more...
The hatch suddenly slid open, wakening Ezra who had just found some peace:
«Darling, time for supper!»
Exclaimed the sugary-sweet and enthusiastic voice of Chyon, entering with a
tray full of food.
Ezra struggled in his restrainings, showing only his unhappiness on seeing his
captor. Ezra would have probably made a sarcastic comment, if he hadn't a ball-
gag in his mouth. The Pantoran put the gag after Ezra bit his tongue during a
deep kiss, and he had tried many others times to bit him, vainly. The boy was
slowly regaining his rebellious character, and provoked contrasting emotions on
the Pantoran. On one side, he was somewhat proud and happy, while in the other
he was pissed. Pissed, because he couldn't do anymore whatever he wanted with
the teen and... convince him that his only true and better choice was staying
with him, his TRUE savior. Not the ragtag crew that Vizago sent to rescue them.
Chyon's lips curved into a smirk, and sensually added :
« Glad to see you so energic, it means we can do it right now»
The boy froze all at once, inwardly cursing himself for what he had just done.
The Pantoran put the tray above a near nightstand and swiftly approached the
hanging teen.
Chyon's hands slid across Ezra's body, carefully and thoroughly massaging his
sweaty skin. The hands stopped to Ezra's sides, grouping them and the Pantoran
stated with a sigh :
« First time we met, you were only skin and bone, you're still too thin but
I'll remedy it sooner»
And he began to nibble the boy's left ear, intentionally stimulating him.
Ezra's sweet and muffled moans filled the cabin, while Chyon continued the
nibbling from the ear to the neck. At the same time, the Pantoran's wide hands
released the teen's legs from some chains, so he could have free passage to his
love parts.
The boy couldn't stop himself from squirming, the stimuli were swiftly arousing
him, despite his predicament.
The Pantoran's hands ran from the sides to Ezra's manhood and anus, starting
with stroking and grouping them until he felt the member become harder in his
hand. That was when his blue fingers pierced the boy's butt, going in and out
of the boy's intimacy.
The continuous stimulation made Ezra squirm even more, rubbing his back against
the Pantoran's crotch. Also Chyon felt his apex in reach, his manhood was
struggling to set free from the dark grey pants, to the point of not
restraining himself anymore. He lowered his trousers and underwear, then placed
the tip of his well erected penis agants the teen's love hole. Swiftly, the
Pantoran gripped the boy's legs and easily spread them open, and began to poke
his member inside him.
Chyon's cock pierced as deep as it could, while the big hands were massaging
the teen's hips and the tongue licking the slender neck.
Ezra Strongly bit the plastic sphere that was inside his mouth, feeling the too
well-known sensations of pleasure and pain crossing his all being. The Pantoran
passionately rammed inside the boy, increasing the pace at every heartbeat, his
eager and throbbing love member becoming warmer inside the teen.
Chyon moved faster anda faster, grunting of pleasure and feeling his body ready
to reach his apex. Both the Pantoran and the teen's skin were soaking sweat,
forming into drops that were lining every inch of their bodies from up to the
bottom. And then, the Pantoran stopped and came while releasing a moan, filling
the teen with his warm seed.
Chyon heavily and deeply breathed, while savouring the short moment of delight
and when he had cooled down, he leaned his lips against Ezra's left ear:
« Intense as always, don't you think?»
And he tenderly caressed one of the boy's blue-black locks, sweeping away some
sweat drops that had formed upon Ezra's forehead, continuing to soothe:
« Now we can eat, although any kind of food will never beat the delicious taste
of your sweaty skin...»
Before Chyon could divided himself from Ezra and grabbing the tray, his tongue
licked the tanned ear, and his teeth lightly nibbled it, marking his precious
prey.
As this was happening, the boy thought
" Kanan... where are you?"
...
«You know what will happen now»
Stated Hera, staring at the man in front of herself.
« Yes, I know and still I don't approve»
Snapped Kanan at the Twi'lek, while crossing his arms. Hera rolled her eyes for
a second and just said:
« Kanan, you also know that we need more resources in order to find Ezra, but
we can't afford them! Not now when we're fighting against the Empire! We have
to fight against them for the majority's sake, not lose time around one single
person...»
«Hera you know better than me that those words don't belong to you but to
Fulcrum»
The captain remained silent for moments, her emerald eyes locked with the teal
ones of Kanan. He was right and she knew it, if it was for her, she would have
fought for letting the infants stay and searching after Ezra... But she
couldn't go against Fulcrum's orders.
« I'll contact Fulcrum and arrange a safe meeting point where he'll retrieve
the two babies...»
« Don't you see what's happening? Look at Zeb and Sabine!»
Said the man, pointing one of the cameras in the cockpit and interrupting Hera.
The indicated camera was projecting the common room, there Sabine and Zeb were
tending to Ayy and Dralkad. The girl was showing him how to change the babies'
diaper, for the Lasat's displeasure.
Even if Zeb was turning up his nose, he bravely took on the task, under the
amused stare of the Mandalorian who was trying to not burst into laughs.
« Didn't you say during the mission on freeing the Wookiees, Sabine gave out
all of herself and seemed more combative? Not to mention that Zeb enjoyed to
stay behind instead of knocking some bucketheads? Him that he would never miss
a chance to kick their asses! »
Silence fell upon them again, but Kanan added:
« You really want to destroy all of this?»
Hera lowered her gaze, rethinking over the man's speech for a moment, but then
she swiftly raised her chin up. He expression unreadable and unmoved:
« I have to contact Fulcrum right now»
Her stony eyes gave him a clear message, Kanan sighed and lowered his shoulders
and turned to exit from the cockpit, knowing that he couldn't win.
« I'll find him anyway, just for you to know »
And the door slid closed behind the man...
...
« This is Fulcrum»
The well too known modified voice of Fulcrum echoed in the cockpit
« This is Hera reporting»
Robotically said the captain, hiding her anguish behind a stony face and
impassive voice.
« Good to hear from you, Hera , how did the mission go?»
« We succeeded into rescuing the Wookiees, everything went smoothly and without
any losses. Wullffwarro even said we have his support»
« That's a wonderful news, every little help is always well greeted. Your team
did an excellent work, Hera»
Before she could reply, a little smile formed on Hera's face, then she proudly
said:
« Everything for freedom»
A moment of silent followed, and Fulcrum smiled under her hood, concealed to
Hera's sight. The smile, however, disappeared almost disappeared and the
modified voice became graver:
«But now we have to move onto another difficult topic... You know what I mean»
A shiver run across Hera's spine and she tightly swallowed, knowing too well
where Fulcrum was going...
« Yes, I know...»
The air was becoming thicker in the cockpit, so thick it could be cut with a
knife:
« Did you find any whereabouts of Lost-one and Lost-two?»
She couldn't hide anymore her anguish and, lowering her gaze, said:
« Nothing...»
The Twi'lek felt like a tons of bricks were falling above her, as she heard:
« Then you know what will happen... »
She could feel only regret, regret for letting two sisters, even born from
different mothers, being separated:
« Yes...»
«I'm sending you the coordinates of the meeting point, there you'll give me the
two babies...»
The Twi'lek didn't listen to Fulcrum's explanation, her attention was mind was
rippled by turmoiled doubts and thoughts.
Could she really let that happen? Could she really give them even knowing that?
The images of her crew taking care of the babies flashed in her head, melting
her heart. Ayy taking with her little hand Zeb's finger, Sabine cuddling
Dralkad, Kanan's attempts on taking care of both the two infants. Even Chopper
didn't harm the two, Chopper!
Instead the droid played many times with them or just watched them... And
lastly, she saw herself cuddling both babies...
Did she really wanted to destroy everything? To abandon those little moments of
peace?
NO! Never!
« No!»
Shouted resolute Hera, her eraslipping yell echoing around them. The silence
fell upon them once again, a tense silence. Only after a few seconds, which
seemed infinite to Hera, the hooded figure repeated, incredulous:
« No? »
The Twi'lek narrowed her eyes, raising up her gaze with a bold expression in
her eyes:
« You heard me clearly, we won't give the daughters nor abandon Ezra's search»
She explained calmly, but Fulcrum's response wasn't calm nor furious, just with
a heavy and deep tone:
« You do understand the gravity of this situation?»
« I know, still I'm firm in my own decisions. We won't abandon them... None of
us can do it»
A deep sigh was released by the hooded being:
«...You really mean it?»
«Yes, I do »
Spat Hera, unshaken.
« Then you leave me no choice, you know where this will lead...»
«I'm aware and ready to face the consequences»
Firmly replied the Twi'lek, her chin up, not fearing to contrast Fulcrum's
orders...
« You'll find Lost-one and Lost-two on Laus, a remote planet of the Outer Rim»
This time, the silence exploded in the captian's head. Did she really heard it?
« W-what?»
« You heard me, they're on Laus »
Hera's heart exploded with joy, they still had a chance. They still had hope.
« Don't rejoice too soon, you don't have enough time. In three days the two
will get married and move to another unknown location. These are the
coordinates of the planet, there you'll find an agent that will help you. He
responds to the name of Rym1...»
The revelation stunned her, giving her the chills, almost not believeing
Fulcrum's words:
« Get married? Chyon and Ezra? How is that even possible! And how you know
that?! »
The news seemed so unreal that she hoped Fulcrum was only joking... But she
knew way too well that Fulcrum never made jokes.
« After your last report, I've gathered my contacts and that is the result. My
source is trustworthy and had been following them for awhile, but the situation
just got complicated and it's imperative to send another group to help. And
replying your others questions, on Laus is possible for two males to get
married, even if it's under the Empire's dominance»
Hera's mouth clung open, astonished while Fulcrum continued:
«And before you can ask, the inhabitants have always been favorable to LGBT's
people and even if there are laws against them... They sorted out a way to hide
it. Ther're so remote that the Empire can't take a complete track over them...
Anyway, it's always been my intention to save Ezra and give justice. At some
point I would also reunite the boy with his daughters, but only when the time
would have been mature»
« So it was your intention from the start... Why not telling me this before?»
«Because I needed you focused in others tasks...But seems like everything
changes, and your new task is to rescue Ezra and take me this Chyon Ryuji, I'll
take good care of him»
« You want also Chyon?! Why? If I can ask?»
Fulcrum hesitated a bit before replying:
« I can only say... Justice has to be done and for this I need him alive»
Hera grabbed her chin, lightly stroking it and said, after reasoning:
«Alive... Is it ok if he'll be handled a little bit... Battered? I think Zeb
will... You know»
«As long as he's alive, everything is fine»
But there was still another question to solve:
« And about handling you the babies?»
« You can keep them, if you really think to be able on growing up two Force
sensitives children and also taking care of another teen, then I won't
interfere»
Hera felt herself like flying, she was overjoyed and she was eager to
communicate the news to her crew. But Fulcrum's voice seemed quite jokingly, so
Hera said:
« This last phrase seems menacing...»
« You'll see soon. Now is the time to take action, I sent the coordinates and
I'll immediately advise Rym of your arrival. He'll be the one to contact you.
Sending all info right now»
« Thanks for your support, Fulcrum»
« May the Force be with you»
She ended the communication and analyzed the coordinates. After that, she
headed to the common room, eager to say the good news.
...
Chapter End Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWR, english isn't my mother tongue
***** Before the marriage vows: One step forward, two backward *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own SWR, English isn't my mother tongue
                                CHAPTER FIFTEEN
                                      OF
                            "NEVER ROB A ZYGERRIAN"
                           Before the marriage vows
                        One step forward, two backward
                                        
Joy.
Simple and pure joy.
That was what every member of the Ghost crew was feeling in that very moment.
They were hanging off Hera's words, because now they knew the exact location of
Ezra and Chyon, but most importantly... They could keep the two infants with
them.
Finally the luck seemed to be with them... but Kanan preferred to think that it
was the will of the Force.
When Fulcrum sent them the coordinates, they didn't wait a second and
immediately departed for Laus.
Another day has passed, that meant less time to recover the boy and capture the
Pantoran... Less time to stop the approaching marriage.
Kanan , in particular , remained startled after Hera told them that Chyon and
Ezra were getting married.
The Jedi's blood was boiling in rage and it continued to boil until they
reached and landed on the planet.
"I'm coming for you…"
...
The Ghost smoothly landed in the docking bay, then the ramp opened and from
there Kanan, Sabine and Zeb exited. The crew had decided to split in two
groups, Hera and Chopper remained inside the ship, watching over Ayy and
Dralkad while the other three went to meet this agent called Rym1.
Fulcrum had said to them that the agent would meet immediately after their
landing in bay-1. The trio found the bay almost swiftly, but nobody was there
waiting for them yet.
« Can we really trust Fulcrum's contact?»
Spat quite suspicious Sabine. Not that she didn't trust Fulcrum but she hated
all the secrecy around him or her...
« If Hera trusts Fulcrum, then I also trust him»
Simply replied Kanan, gaining a furrowed glance from the girl. She wasn't
completely sure...
«I only hope this guy won't take too long for showing up...»
Groaned Zeb, annoyed. The Lasat's only wish was to finally smack Chyon's face
or break some of his limbs with his furrowed hands.
«Actually I was the one waiting for you, you're late»
Suddenly spat another voice from behind them, everyone turned and saw the
mysterious new comer. The voice belonged to a tall man, dressed with tight and
black clothes, his face hidden behind a dark grey mask.
« You're the Ghost crew, right? I'm Rym1»
He continued as he approached the three
« Fulcrum told me you'd have arrived quickly... Well, at least two days before
the targets will move again»
« Where are they? We have to act right away »
Swiftly, Kanan inquired, only wanting to save Ezra... Deeply wishing to have
the boy again near himself...
Rym1 shrugged and sighed, then stated, with a light and hidden laugh behind it,
as if he was mocking Kanan:
« You must be Kanan Jarrus, right?»
Kanan narrowed his eyes, not understanding why the man was silently doing that:
« Yes... why?»
Even the others mimicked their boss, but then Rym1 just explained:
« Better if you don't say your name out loud or people will start to chase you
and your crew»
«And why?»
Zeb asked, dangerously nearing the agent while crossing his arms, his menacing
eyes saying everything:
« Hey Lasat, cool down. I was just giving you an advice, but the reason is... »
And then, Rym1 told them the false rumours Chyon had spread only for
badmouthing the entire Ghost crew...
All of them widely opened their eyes, the Jedi in particular even remained with
his mouth hung open, dismayed.
« Me a pirate who had kidnapped and raped him? That's nonsense! That damn
Pantoran! I'll...»
« Kanan, contain yourself... Before catching someone's attention...»
Whispered Sabine, glancing around if there were some unwanted listeners
« She's right, boss. We can always punish that jerkface after capturing him...»
Expressed the Lasat, eager to punch Chyon's face... After missing the chance to
hit those bucketheads, he just felt the urge to punch another jerk and feeling
their bones crack under his punches.
«And that is the problem»
Rym1's voice said, gaining the attention of all the crew
« What do you mean?»
Asked the three of them together, their inquiring eyes deeply staring at him:
« Follow me and you'll see by yourselves, but be aware... We've to stay in the
shadows or we'll be discovered»
All of them nodded and strictly followed the man who had began to walk...
...
"Two days, boy"
The darkness, again, and the steamy snake, AGAIN. How he could still bear it
and its annoying hissing?
« I don't need someone to remind me that! »
Ezra wriggled in his bindings, not knowing if he was still hanging in the cabin
or his mind was wavering in a state of half-sleep.
"Still, you're here. Chained and not wanting to use your hidden power to free
yourself, when you can do it"
« How many more times I'll have to say you that I don't accept you?»
Shouted the teen, anger and desperation filling him
"Yes... Anger... Let it fill you, my boy and then use it to free yourself from
those chains!"
«No! »
And he opened his eyes, his vision adjusting and clearing. He observed once
again his surroundings, knowing that he wouldn't be able to free himself. His
only relief was that Chyon wasn't there...
« You're up, sweetie, that's good»
Oh no, he had forgot that the Pantoran was sleeping with him above the bedbunk,
his arms strongly wrapped against Ezra's frail frame.
« Two days, darling... Two days... I'll go to check the remaining details, I
can leave you alone for a couple of hours, right?»
Chyon then laughed, rubbing the boy's hair tenderly while standing up and
chaining him again on the ceiling. The teen could only curl in the Pantoran's
clutch, only wishing to not being touched by his captor. Chyon smirked while
chaining the boy, then he put on again his clothes and before exiting from the
cabin, he said, leaning to Ezra's face:
« I'll come back soon»
And he lastly gave a small kiss on the teen's cheek, smirking even more when he
felt him flinch under his lips...
"Soon... you'll be only mine, my dear Ezra "
...
« Ok, we're here... Look, that's their ship»
Whispered Rym1, while pointing his index toward the Shadow Wolf. They were
hiding behind a mass of crates, observing the modified freighter.
«Well, the owner is a jerk, but the ship is really beautiful... I'd gladly
paint it...»
Expressed Sabine, her eyes lighting up while imagining what kind of colors she
could use...
«Sabine, be professional, no time for it»
Retorted Kanan, who reasoned, not believing that he was almost there... Near to
Ezra.
« Ok, we're here, now what is the big deal?»
The ramp of the ship suddenly opened, everyone became silent while seeing Chyon
exiting from the ship.
« He's so near I can feel his face under my firsts...»
Whispered the Lasat
« Zeb, he'll hear us!»
Chyon stopped all at once, observing the docking bay suspiciously... The hearts
of everyone stopped for a second, but after they saw the Pantoran remove a
remote from his utility belt with which he closed the ramp and went away, they
released a long sigh.
«Well, he went away, we could...»
Before Sabine could even propose to sneak inside the ship, Rym1 interrupted
her:
«Already tried it, but it's impossible. That psycho had installed many alarms
and surveillance cameras... Every damn time I tried to sneak in, he has always
returned and I failed on freeing Lost-one... That ship is a trap itself»
«Then what you propose?»
Inquired Zeb, bothered. Rym1 glanced him and then the last two, lastly he
observed his surroundings, then stated:
«First, better find another place to speak... I don't want Lost-two to find us
here, planning on how to capture him...»
The rest of the Ghost crew thought over it for a moment, then they nodded.
Kanan, reluctantly realized that the agent was right. They couldn't just rashly
assault the ship or Chyon without even knowing what kind of weapons he had...
Or if he had some others kinds of tricks. After the Pantoran had kidnapped Ezra
right in front of them, with that dirty move, Kanan didn't want to risk once
again. That Pantoran was way too full of bad surprises...
«Then let's return to the Ghost»
Said Kanan, at that the agent simply said:
«Seems right»
The group quickly moved away from the ship, unaware that a pair of golden eyes
were staring at them... Chyon's eyes.
" They found us? How? I thought to have left them behind... to have..."Chyon
groaned inside himself and thought "This time... I'll really blown them up!"
And he left his hiding spot, heading to a certain destination... Where he could
find the best explosive of the entire Galaxy...
"They'll never disturb us again... Never and ever!"
***** Before the marriage vows: The end...? *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own SWR, English isn't my mother tongue
                                CHAPTER SIXTEEN
                                      OF
                            "NEVER ROB A ZYGERRIAN"
                           Before the marriage vows
                                  The end...?
                                        
« I was asking to you... What you propose?»
Asked again Kanan, as the four sat around the Dejarik table, deep in thought,
while Hera was tending to the children in her cabin.
«I say, we should take action during the wedding ceremony. It's the only
occasion where the two will be both outside the ship and vulnerable enough for
saving Ezra and capture Chyon... »
Zeb widely opened his eyes, exclaiming:
« Wait... During the ceremony? Are you crazy?»
Rym1 just replied, placid:
«No, I'm certain that will be the best moment to act»
«And how can you be so sure of it?»
Asked Sabine, dubious while listening to the man:
« Maybe because I already know the details of this wedding? I'm a professional
agent who can change and disguise himself in many different roles. I've also
made contact with Ezra Bridger!»
« Wait... You spoke with him? So you know how he is! How is he?»
Immediately asked Kanan, worry and apprehension for the teen taking him over,
as he eagerly listened to the agent:
«Calm down, man... As you can guess, not so well... Before the two were staying
in a hotel, but then Ryuji has decided to change location and live in the ship.
Actually, Ezra tried to escape from him various times, but Chyon has always
recaptured him... It seems like the Pantoran knows every move of the boy»
«Every move? You mean...»
The Mandalorian asked, rubbing her chin trying to figure out what the man was
trying to say:
« The boy must be wearing some kind of device that he can't take off or else
he...»
« He?»
Everyone asked, all eyes pointed against Rym1:
«He'd be already free from Chyon»
«Then... You've all the information, show us what you know»
Stated Kanan, the agent smirked as adrenalin was flowing in his entire being,
saying:
« With pleasure, my friends»
...
«Good morning, sir. How can I help you?»
The employee asked to the customer from behind the counter, showing his best
smile, but he didn't expect to receive as a response:
« The parrot spoke»
The young man remained a bit perplexed the first time, did he really hear it
right? Better ask again:
« Ehm... Sorry, is there a way on how I can help?»
The Pantoran narrowed his eyes, repeating annoyed:
« The parrot spoke!»
The employee furrowed his brows, even more perplexed. Was this customer drunk?
The young man observed the Pantoran's golden eyes and movements, but everything
seemed fine. The Pantoran wasn't acting strange, instead he seemed pretty
serious, so was he mocking him? Yes, the Pantoran was definetly mocking him:
« Sir, please... What does it mean "the parrot spoke"? We don't sell animals,
only food... The animals' shop is on the other...»
« Chohmil what's happening here?»
His father's voice spat all of a sudden, augmenting the already high tension
and nuisance that blue skinned customer was provoking him:
« Nothing dad, just a confused customer who...»
His father appeared behind the counter, and shortly after the Pantoran just
repeated for the third time:
« The parrot spoke!»
« ...says that»
Chohmil sighed while his father deeply inspected the Pantoran, gradually
opening his eyes as if he was realizing something important:
« "The parrot spoke"... Oh my... Chohmil, you've never seen this person,
continue taking care of business»
His son just glanced him, but he knew to never ask when his father was acting
that way, so he simply replied:
«Yes...dad...»
The elder motioned to the Pantoran, saying him:
« Follow me...»
The Pantoran just nodded and followed the old man that let him pass behind the
counter and proceed through an hidden and dark passage.
«So... You're Chyon Ryuji, the lost son of Iega Ryuji...»
Began to comment the old man, holding a little lamp to light their way, but
Chyon immediately exclaimed, annoyed to hear that hated name:
«Don't mention my Father, I'm only here for your services as weapons dealer,
explosives in particular... And I'm ready to pay you handsomely »
At the mere mention of payment, the elder forgot about everything else and
said, proudly:
« Then you've found your man, I've a vast selection of explosives that a fine
customer like you would appreciate...»
Eagerly, Chyon soothed:
«Can't wait to see them...»
...
«So , let me see if I've understood right... Sabine and Zeb will participate at
the ceremony as guests...»
Began Kanan, but he was immediately corrected by Rym1:
« Sabine will be one of the braids maiden along with me, Zeb will be one of the
guests...»
The girl asked, somewhat excited:
« My dress will be colorful?»
« Sabine...»
Both Zeb and Kanan said, inwardly facepalming, but the agent swiftly scold
them:
«What? It's a legit question!»
Then he spoke to the girl, reassuring her while placing one of his hands above
her shoulder:
«Don't worry dear, we'll have the brightest and the most colorful dresses in
the room»
«And why you'll also dress like a woman?»
Asked Zeb, staring at the agent with a suspicious glance:
«Because I feel more a woman than a man, sometimes! Do you have problem with
that? »
Retorted Rym1, placing his hands against his sides and exposing his chest while
haughty glancing the Lasat, he was proud and not afraid to express that nor to
hear prejudices. Zeb remained startled by the agent's confidence and courage on
saying openly that...
«Ehm... Nope, now can we please concentrate over the plan?»
Kanan was the one to speak, silently inviting everyone to focus on their
mission. Rym1 composed himself again and continued:
«So, Sabine and myself will be the braids maiden, while Zeb will be one of the
guests and when you are going to hear the phrase " speak now or forever hold
your peace", you're going to shout " I oppose"!»
«Why I have to shout that?»
Asked annoyed Zeb, gaining another almost passionate response:
« Everyone will look at you! You'll draw attention! When someone opposes to the
ritual's phrases, it means you've to unveil something important! Something that
impede the union between them!»
«Which means, we can begin the action then! By surprise!»
Stated Sabine, even more excited to begin the rescue:
«Correct! Kanan then it's your turn, you're going to be disguised as the
minister»
Everyone in the common room became silent after hearing that, and Kanan was
even more shocked than the othres. He the minister? No way! That was nonsense!
« Me the minister?! But Chyon will recognize me! And what about
the real minister? Not to mention, I don't even know how to lead a ceremony,
less a weeding one!»
Rym1 stood up, approaching the Jedi with what seemed a sensual dance and sat
just right beside the leader, beginning to playfully touching the man's goatee
and cheeks:
« Don't worry, Kanan. You can memorize what you have to say and after all...
Don't you wish to save the boy?»
And hummed, his eyes making eye-contact with the teal ones of Kanan, staring at
him with a mischievous expression engraved under the gray mask. The Jedi
lowered his gaze for a bit, deeply rethinking over the agent's last words... He
really wanted to save Ezra, he could do this, still:
«But what about the real minister and my appearance?»
Kanan firmly grabbed the man's hands, making him stop to play with his face
while asking. Rym1 one giggled, putting more space between himself and the Jedi
and saying:
«Those aren't difficult, the minister will be...delayed and I've the outfit
ready, nobody will recognize you. Don't worry, I'm a master over disguises.
Satisfied enough of my response?»
« Still, I'm not quite sure... Anyway, after the "I oppose" what?»
«Chopper is going to be the 'page boy' that carries the rings...»
The astromech whistled his disapproval almost immediately, while the others
burst into laughs. Imagining the droid carrying a cushion with rings was a
surreal and amusing scene for all the crewmembers, while for Chopper was
insulting. So he decided to show his spark projector and menace them all with
it. This action swiftly made them quit their laughs and recompose themselves,
and also calming down the droid...
«Don't worry, Chop... we'd never...»
Zeb began, raising up his hands above his head in defeat, but the agent piled
it on:
«Actually, we need him for that role. After all he will be the one to detonate
some smoke grenades and zap Chyon, while Kanan will grab Ezra and me and Sabine
capture Chyon and leave quickly and smoothly the ceremony hall»
Chopper beeped again his disapproval
«Sorry to say this Chop, but we need you and you'll also have the chance to zap
that jerk»
Stated Sabine, patting the droid's dome as if she was trying to be sympathetic
with him. But the idea of zapping someone changed the droid's mind, especially
the fact of zapping Chyon in particular made him deeply eager to participate
the ceremony.
« And after our escapade, Hera will pick up us and meet Fulcrum for handling
him Chyon. Perfect plan»
Stated Kanan, eager to put the plan into action.
«Hope there won't be any issues while its execution... As it always happens
when there's Kanan involved...»
Zeb said while exchanging a comprehensive glance to Sabine, who nodded along
with him, irritating more their leader:
« Hey! When problems get serious you've to improvise»
«Yes...»
«Anyway, we've to prepare for everything and the wedding is only in less than
two days now! So let's begin!»
Exclaimed Rym1, clapping his hands, excited...
...
In the shadows of the docking-bay, two glowing golden eyes were thoroughly
looking everywhere, searching something in particular. Searching those who
wanted to foil his plans and impeding to fulfill his wishes.
At the mere thought of feeling again the pain to lose his half, anger filled
the Pantoran and made his hands clutch with strength. He shoved from his mind
that thought and focused once more, keeping his hunt.
He looked for the ship, he remembered how she looked like and this time she'd
just blown into pieces. In the shadows, the cloaked figure hid and silently ran
across the docking-bay... After all, there was only one space-port
"Those idiots thought I'd have never see them? Pfha! Their carelessness will
cost them their own life..."
And there she was... the Corellian freighter of that ridiculous crew.
A twisted and wide grin curved his lips, while foretasting their doom. Chyon
gracefully rolled under the ship, avoiding to attract unwanted eyes, and
carefully attached the explosive grenades under the metallic hull.
"Silly people, not even someone to guard their ship..."
After placing all the grenades across the hull, he quickly rolled back again,
distancing from the ship and placing himself to another shadowed angle, raising
one of his hands up while holding a remote.
"Rest in peace, Ghost crew"
And then he pressed the red button. The explosion came almost immediately with
a loud noise. The red and orange flames expanded from the base and rose up,
burning the remnant pieces of the freighter, and the screams of the inhabitants
echoed across the docking bay.
The Pantoran, pleasured of his work, rose up again on his feet and headed for
his home. Headed to his sweet half, knowing that there would have never been
another rival.
...
***** Before the marriage vows: False alarm *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own SWR, English isn't my mother tongue
     Warning: NOT FOR SOFTHEARTED READERS!
                               CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
                                      OF
                            "NEVER ROB A ZYGERRIAN"
                           Before the marriage vows
                                  False alarm
                                        
Kanan felt something, a sensation... A quite precise feeling... The feeling of
death and peril. The Jedi swiftly stood up and exited the common room under the
confused stare of his crew. He ran outside the ship and immediately froze on
his post, petrified by the beautiful and sudden explosion of a ship that was
standing far away from the Ghost.
«Kanan! Why you just... »
Began Hera, but then remained shocked by the explosion too. The entire crew,
plus the agent, swiftly grouped outside, standing on the ramp speechless while
glancing the flames that were raising up to the ceiling .
«Who could have done it? And why?»
Asked Zeb aloud, not knowing what to think, his green eyes entranced by the
fire.
« There was another ship similar to yours here as well...»
Stated Rym1, his dread and deep voice startling everyone of them... Realizing
one horrible truth
« Chyon did it»
Sternly spat Kanan, as he continued, making eye-contact with them all and
feeling shivers run across his spine:
« He knew we were here and... Tried to blown up the Ghost!»
A collective gasp for released, Hera covered her own mouth, deeply wishing
nobody was inside that ship. Sabine froze in her place and lowered her eyes,
realizing how far Chyon have just gone for keeping Ezra with himself. Zeb
clutched both his hands, forming two fists, thinking that some innocents people
maybe have just died, the Lasat then shouted:
«That Pantoran will pay for everything!»
With the flames far away and behind his back, Kanan just said:
«Indeed he will...»
...
« My sweet Ezra»
The happy voice of Chyon filled the room while entering with another tray of
food, welcomed by the figure of the boy still hanging to the ceiling. Ezra
realized Chyon was way too much happy then the usual... Why?
An heavy and dread boulder formed in his stomach, goose bumps forming.
"Nothing good.."
The Pantoran leaned against the boy's form, tenderly kissing his cheeks while
freeing the mouth from the ball gag.
« I have wonderful news for us, darling»
And kissed his lips, the worn out boy didn't have enough energy to bite the
lips, feeling more fear filling his entire body. He wasn't sure if he really
wanted to know what Chyon would tell.
« Those incompetents that wanted to separate you from me will never ever
disturb us again»
Stated the Pantoran, deeply staring at the confused blue eyes of the boy,
explaining:
«They died with your children »
Ezra widely opened his eyes, not wanting to believe him:
«They... No, you're lying! It isn't possible!»
The golden eyes of Chyon shone with a malevolent but also emphatic light, as if
he wanted to be a sustain to Ezra:
« I'm sorry, Ezra... But I saw their ship explode, I was there, present... They
didn't make it, look»
Chyon took an holopad that was laying on the bedside table, showing him the
video of the Ghost blowing into little pieces. The video came directly from the
"surveillance cameras" of the space-port. Ezra, horrified, watched it all,
tears forming as he heard also the shouts of the people being burned to death.
Ezra felt himself like crying, desperation devouring him all as he muttered the
names of his daughters between his sobs and tears. The vision of the boy
reduced like that, softened a bit Chyon's heart who wrapped Ezra in a tight hug
and soothed:
« Don't worry Ezzy, I'll always be with you, I'll protect you no matter what
and be there comforting you... For the rest of my life»
The boy didn't care about Chyon, he deeply wished to die there, in that instant
moment. He didn't have a reason to live anymore, the rest didn't matter for him
anymore.
He just abandoned himself in the embrace, feeling that small warmth the
Pantoran was giving him.
"And now the timid bride will be united with her handsome groom and be bound
forever and ever"
Hissed the sharp voice of the serpent, coiling itself around the slim body of
Ezra. The boy didn't replay to its taunting, remaining silent trying to ignore
him
" What? Aren't you excited, boy? Ah! Yes! Your children, but... Don't you
remember the promise?"
Once again, Ezra's mind was silent, rethinking again at that moment and
realizing... Chyon did it. Sadness was replaced by anger, as the boy aguishly
shouted:
«Chyon! You did that! You broke the promise!»
"Now you remember boy... Now you can feel it, right? Your anger gives you
strength, use it"
Chyon just glanced Ezra, soothing:
«It was just an incident, I didn't break the promise, it wasn't me »
But now the boy was enraged, he felt himself being completely swallowed in a
twirl of anger and despair:
«You are only lying! You murderer!»
"Yes, now use it to free yourself!"
Ezra felt that same energy flowing through himself and expanding across the
cabin, pushing away everything around himself. Chyon was thrown against the
walls, thunderstruck while glancing the boy wriggling and squirming to free
himself from the chains:
« That fake Jedi was right...»
"Focus on that power, boy, focus!"
Continued to hiss the snake, coiling more Ezra's head and encouraging him. But
that act didn't last long, because the Pantoran managed to reach the boy and
hit hardly the head, knocking him out immediately.
...
After the darkness, Ezra found himself still chained, but this time he was
laying to the bedbunk and he felt strange, as if something was missing:
«So, you really have the Force»
Spoke the cold voice of Chyon that appeared just beside the boy:
« This explains many more things than you'd expect, Ezra»
The boy observed the Pantoran, asking:
«What exactly it explains?»
Chyon grinned, while leaning again close to Ezra and beginning to caress the
boy's cheeks, sensually:
« The motivation of why I want to dominate and possess you...»
The caresses stopped, replaced by a strong grip around the teen's chin:
«... You've the Force, but you won't be able to use, not while you're wearing
this necklace!»
The Pantoran rose up the chin and touched the new black cord necklace wrapped
around the boy's neck, a blue crystal hanging from it:
« The crystal will draw the attention from the necklace, it's of a material
that blocks the Force... And I might free you once again only after you
understand that I'm your only possible choice of survival»
The grip of Chyon tightened, then he jumped on the bed, laying himself above
the teen and saying:
« You're only mine, mine and mine»
And he began to kiss Ezra once again, deeply and swirling his tongue through
all the boy's mouth, dominating him. After the kiss, the Pantoran turned the
boy on his belly, having the teen's intimate hole exposed and against his
manhood.
Chyon took off his clothes, launching them being himself and then he inserted
two fingers inside Ezra's squirming butt, massaging the boy's inner skin. But
seeing the boy like that didn't satisfy the tastes of Chyon, no he needed to
inflict more.
« You've been a bad boy lately, my sweet Ezra. And for this you'll be punished»
The Pantoran stood up again, reaching the drawers of the nightstand and
rummaging inside it:
«Even if you punish me, I will never ever bend to you! Murderer! Liar!»
Shouted defiantly Ezra, squirming in his bindings, fighting against Chyon's
domination. The boy could feel only a deep anger nestling in his heart and the
desire of revenge, darting to Chyon's form an hateful glance.
Ezra's sudden change of behavior surprised Chyon, but strangely it only
augmented his desire to posses him, his deep desire to dominate him. The
Pantoran swiftly reapproached again the bed with a black bag in his hands:
« You'll never bend to me, sweetie? Are you sure of it? Well, I can assure
you'll begin to beg me for doing it»
And once again, Chyon swiftly climbed on the bed, standing in all his four
above the teen and pulling out of the black bag a ball gag that the Pantoran
placed and strapped between Ezra's teeth. The boy squirmed again in the hold,
but he couldn't manage any strength against Chyon who continued to inflict him
more pain.
After the ball gag, the Pantoran released and rechained again the boy's limbs,
positioning him in one of his favorites lewd positions. Now Ezra had his hands
bound behind himself, his legs were spread open and were bent against the
mattress, letting his butt being fully exposed to Chyon.
The Pantoran licked his own lips, lustful and eager to take for the countless
time Ezra. His blue hand ran above the boy's ass, then the back and the
shoulders, lastly the head, sensually massaging him:
« I promise you'll feel only an endless pleasure, darling »
The Pantoran rummaged once again inside the bag, pulling off a cock ball and an
urethral plug that were swiftly put on around and inside the boy's penis and
testicles. Ezra felt his love parts being clutched by the two rings and also
something sharp poking inside the tip of his penis. Still, his sufferings
weren't finished because he began to wriggle even more after feeling the device
vibrating.
Moans filled the cabin, pleasing Chyon's ears while continuing to massage the
boy's soft and round butt:
« Now you'll remember the lesson, right?»
And he slapped the two cheeks until they were lightly red, after that he poked
the boy's intimate hole with three fingers.
The double stimulation swiftly aroused Ezra, feeling his heartbeat racing and
his whole body becoming even warmer, but when he felt his apex being near, the
boy felt pain. He realized that the plug was impeding him to release his seed.
« You just tensed, honey. You already want to cum, but I won't let you do it.
Not until you completely satisfy me»
The Pantoran smiled, feeling himself deeply satisfied and ready to dominate the
boy again, so he poke the boy's butt with his hard cock, taking the place of
his fingers, ramming inside him faster and faster.
Moans and groans mixed together, composing a symphony full of delight and pain
that echoed in the cabin, becoming shorter and quicker as the seconds passed.
Then, Chyon stopped all at once, cumming with a satisfied groan and a deep
pleasure spread across his entire body.
Still, it wasn't enough.
Chyon pulled himself out from the boy, only to take him again, various times ,
always filling the teen with his warm seed.
« I'm your only and truly partner, Ezra»
Said Chyon while removing the ball gag from the teen's mouth, fixing his
lustful eyes with the blue ones:
« Who is your partner?»
Asked gently the Pantoran, but he didn't receive any response. So he spat
furiously, continuing to poke the teen's hole with his hard cock and beginning
to tease his nipples by touching them:
« Say it! And I might stop...»
Ezra, dominated by the wish that everything could end in that moment, said:
« You are my partner!»
Chyon smirked but didn't stop to tease him, saying alluringly:
« No, you've to say "you're my only and true partner, my magnanimous Chyon"
C'mon say, it»
This time, Ezra felt his member being teased by the skillful hands of the
Pantoran... Making him remember the days in the Pleasure House:
« You're my true and only partner, my magnanimous Chyon! »
« And will you always listen to me?»
Asked the Pantoran, thrusting even more inside the boy, who breathlessly
replied:
« Yes! I will... Sir»
Immediately added Ezra, remembering with disgust how to please the dominant.
But Chyon just commanded him once again:
« More convicted!»
« Yes sir! I'll always listen to you!»
« Always?»
« Always, sir!»
The Pantoran cummed once again, smirking:
« Good boy, you earned your release»
Evilly and alluringly soothed Chyon, first freeing Ezra's testicles, then penis
and lastly removing the plug from his tip. Finally, the boy released with a
deep satisfaction, leaning in Chyon's hold as he did so. Then he remembered,
frightened to be punished more:
« Thanks sir for letting me release»
A pleased smile crossed the Pantoran's lips who gently caressed the boy's cheek
and hair, tenderly:
«Good boy»
Continued to repeat those same sentence various times, the blue fingers
continuing to sensually caress Ezra's blue-black hair and cheeks.
« We'll be a great couple for the rest of our lives...»
Lastly, Chyon grabbed the teen's chin and raised it up to passionately kiss the
boy's tender and soft lips, thrusting inside his tongue, savouring every drop
of the boy's saliva.
" My sweet and cute darling..."
...
 
***** And everything ends well *****
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own SWR, English isn't my mother tongue
     Warning: Not for "bigot/close minded" readers
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                               CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
                                      OF
                            "NEVER ROB A ZYGERRIAN"
                                   Interlude
                           And everything ends well
                                        
And here we are... Finally. Two busy days of preparations had finally passed,
and everyone was ready to play their role.
The ceremony hall got full of people in a matter of time, Zeb sat in the middle
seats, trying to be as much natural as he could in the black suit or not
drawing attention. Rym1 had explained that the guests were only some kinds of
background actors, present there only to make presence, so it had been easy for
Zeb to sneak without being noticed. Of course, one of the last Lasats there was
quite curious, but after all no one cared, they were paid to be there and act
as interested guests.
The minister, Kanan, entered and stood in front of the altar.
Luckily, the real minister had been put to... "forced" sleep, or more like...
They had just drugged him enough for making him sleep an entire day, at least.
The Lasat was awestruck, the agent has done a good job with the disguise and
indeed it was true, nobody would have recognized Kanan like that. The Jedi was
wearing a white cassock, his hair and brows were tinted completely white. Zeb
saw for the very first time Kanan without his usual ponytail, quite a rare
vision, and even without his goatee... That was quite strange and really
unusual. Kanan had just shaved his goatee... Zeb couldn't believe it, and yet
everything was real.
Then the groom entered, dressed with a black and elegant tuxedo.
Zeb had to force himself on not standing up and assault the Pantoran in that
instant, or else the plan was going to be screw up.
Shortly after, the music began to play, announcing the bride's arrival. First,
the four damsels entered, the Lasat spot both Rym1 and Sabine heading toward
the altar.
The agent told the truth, indeed all the damsels were wearing flashy colored
dresses, their hair draped with delicate and glowing flowers, if you could
really call those hair, more like crazy colored wigs. The fact that Sabine was
actually the only girl between the damsels left Zeb a bit... shocked. Not that
he had prejudices, but it was sure a rare vision that too. Along with the fact
that all the damsels were accompanied each one by other four women dressed with
black and shining tuxedos, their hair cut shortly. The little procession
stopped in front of the altar and divided in two groups, the damsels positioned
at the link side, were the bride would go, and the "men" went behind the groom.
Too many rare visions all at once, for the Lasat's tastes.
Then the bride entered, strictly followed by a new polished and tinted in white
droid, the wedding march beginning to play in the background.
Everyone present remained startled by the beauty of the bride's dress. Ezra was
wearing a white and long dress with shaded stripes of blue trimming around the
waist. The dress covered his frame and hid his masculine figure, it was tight
to the sides, the chest a little bit stuffed, giving the impression that he was
actually a girl.
The white veil, with some Ithorian roses sewn to form some kind of crown around
Ezra's head, hid the boy's face. The teen slowly and hesitantly approached the
altar, holding near himself the bouquet of other blue Ithorian roses, not
letting them go.
Chyon ate with his eyes Ezra's body, astonished by it and deeply wishing that
the ceremony would end quickly. The golden eyes strictly followed him
approaching the altar until he stopped right beside the Pantoran.
Then Chyon rose up the veil and both of them stared at the minister. If Kanan
didn't know it, he'd have most probably mistaken Ezra as a girl. They had put
make-up on him and his hair were longer, reaching his midst back.
Seeing all eyes pointed to himself, Kanan began the ceremony, praying the Force
to remember every word:
« We gather here to unite these two people in marriage...»
And he continued the speech without hesitation, seeing that some guests were
faking to cry for emotion, while Kanan's blood was boiling in anger as he saw
Ezra's eyes lifeless and desperate. Then the Jedi pronounced the fatal phrase,
Zeb's signal:
« If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together,
let them speak now or forever hold your peace »
And there was silence.
Silence!?
Kanan immediately searched with his gaze the Lasat, finding him soundly
asleep...
" Why now, Zeb? My speech was so boring?!"
Thought the Jedi, and immediately spoke again aloud:
« Speak now or forever hold your peace! »
Now also Sabine and Rym1 were tense, not knowing what to do. Panic formed in
their chests:
«Minister, it there any kind of problem?»
Asked Chyon, quite annoyed and eager to finish the ceremony:
« Problem? No, absolutely not... We can continue to the vows...»
The Pantoran nodded, and Kanan improvised the questions, but before he could
continue, Chopper beeped, gaining a death glance from Chyon:
« What do you have to say, droid?»
Almost spat the Pantoran, ready to punch him:
« Every kind of conflict here isn't permitted, and let's hear, friend what do
you have to say?»
And the astromech emitted a strong and painful whistle, awakening Zeb from his
light nap, shouting all of a sudden:
« I oppose this marriage!»
Everyone looked toward him, releasing surprised scream. Then Chyon recognized
the Lasat, the fear appearing all at once in his chest, making his heart
crazily beating:
«It's... it's impossible! I saw you die!»
The Pantoran almost reached to grab Ezra's hand, but before he could do that, a
thick smoke-gas fog was released by the droid, covering his sight.
Ezra couldn't see anymore, but he felt himself being grabbed by someone who was
holding him bridal style. He immediately thought the person was Chyon escaping
again with him and then dominating him once again, but then when he could see
again... The minister was holding him tight.
« The pirates! The pirates! They've returned to kidnap the bride!»
« The vile pirates are kidnapping the poor girl again!»
« Stop them!»
Shouted the guests as they rose up from their seats and drew blasters, trying
to shoot at the minister with the helpless bride in his arms. But just behind,
three others people began to shoot them down. Frightened, Ezra curled to get
free from the hold, shouting:
« Let me go!»
«Ezra! It's me! Kanan!»
Ezra froze, then he looked closely at the man's eyes, recognizing them
immediately. The teen enthusiastically hugged the man's neck, happy. Happy to
know the kind man was still alive:
« You're alive! Saving me again!»
And clutched the Jedi's neck, happiness flowing in his veins. Kanan replied,
jokingly:
«Of course I'm alive! Why you're even saying that?»
The images of the explosion and the cries gave him once again the chills:
« Chyon..did...»
But Kanan squeezed him more, shouting:
«Chyon exploded another ship! Not the Ghost!»
Ezra widely opened his eyes, exclaiming:
« This means... Ayy and Dralkad are still alive too, everyone is alive!»
«And safe! But now I might use some of your help, can you see if the others are
following behind?»
Ezra glanced back a bit, seeing that Zeb was carrying on his right shoulder an
unconscious Chyon, while the astromech and two damsels were strictly following
them, one was Mary, while the others guests were screaming and asking for help:
« Yep, but why Zeb is carrying Chyon?»
« I'll explain to you later, now let's call reinforcements»
Kanan reached for an hidden com-link in his sleeve and shouted:
« Spectre-one! We have them!»
« Got it Specrte-two! I'm coming!»
Kanan approached the massive door of the church and opened it using the Force,
then everyone managed to exit from the ceremony hall, the Ghost awaiting for
them.
The group swiftly jumped on the ramp and entered, while the ramp closed behind
them and the ship maneuvered for abandoning the planet...
...
« My two little stars!»
Shouted Ezra, immediately wrapping his arms around the infants, holding them
against his chest, tenderly rocking them.
The scene of the boy, dressed like a cute bride holding the two little babies
wrapped in cleaned pink clothes, provoked a mixture of amusement and cuteness
in every member of the crew, especially Kanan. The Jedi approached the three
and wrapped Ezra's shoulders with his arms, pulling him closer to him:
« We took good care of them in your absence, they missed you so much»
Ezra rose up his eyes, meeting the teal ones of Kanan, filled with joy:
« Thank you»
Seeing those eyes full of life again and the two children beginning to play
with the long logs of the boy, really melts the heart of Kanan who clutched
more the teen in his embrace, leaning his face against the crook of his neck,
soothing:
«No thanks needed, I promised to them I'd save you again, and now I promise
I'll take care of you and protect you, always»
A light blush formed above the teen's cheeks, who widely grinned at him,
feeling something he didn't feel before...
« Aaaawww such a cute scene!»
Exclaimed the voice of Rym1:
« I always love to assist scenes like these, they make my heart melts...»
Everyone looked at the agent, except Chyon who was still unconscious. Ezra
recognized Rym1 as... Mary:
« Hey! Mary? What are you doing here? You...»
Ezra widely opened his eyes, recalling the embarrassing moments when he had to
try the dress...
« He's Rym1, he helped us a lot, if he wasn't for him, we'd never been able to
meet again»
Explained calmly the Jedi, still holding Ezra. The teen, then pulled closer to
the agent saying sincerely:
« Then I also thank you»
The man smiled at him, saying:
«You're welcome, honey. And after all, I had a good view of you naked»
And winked at the teen, placing his hand above the boy's shoulder, then said to
Kanan:
«You're a lucky man, Kanan Jarrus. Don't let this cutie slips from your hands»
« Wait, what?! You're misunderstanding!»
The agent just winked at the blushing man, giggling:
«You can't lie in front of a woman, "vile pirate who kidnapped and raped a
spouse"»
And stuck his tongue out, Ezra just laughed and deeply blushed at the mention
of that story...
«Sorry to interrupt this moment, but what we'll do to him?»
Asked Sabine, pointing his finger against the Pantoran who was laying on the
cold floor:
« I've contacted Fulcrum, for the moment let's just tie him tightly...»
Spoke Hera, coming from the cockpit, then Zeb immediately added:
« And punch him hardly»
The Lasat prepared his fists, Chopper appeared right behind him with the spark
projector already on. The Twi'lek nodded, saying:
«Just keep him alive»
Zeb smirked and said:
« As long as I can hit him, no problem»
After tightly tying Chyon with restrainings, Zeb punched hardly the Pantoran on
the stomach, while the astromech began to zap the Pantoran's chest, abruptly
awakening him. Chyon began to scream of pain, writhing in the restrainings.
Kanan swiftly put his hands in front of Ezra's eyes, whispering in his ear:
«Better leave them alone... Come with me, I'll give you something else to put
on»
Ezra stared back at the teals eyes of Kanan, nodding his understanding and the
two swiftly went inside the Jedi's cabin...
...
After they had beaten him hardly, Chyon swiftly passed out once again:
« Now, he won't ask again to see Ezra, I'll handle him to Fulcrum directly...
And Rym1, after we'll take you back to Laus»
Said Hera to the agent, but she kindly replied:
«No, thanks for the kind offer. Better not showing your ship for awhile on
Laus, Fulcrum will give me a lift»
The Twi'lek was surprised, asking:
«You... you can?»
« I'm positive, so don't worry»
Then the woman just leaned to the Twi'lek, whispering:
« You only have to keep an eye on those two.. They might become quite,
intimate»
And winked at her, exchanging a glance of understatement with Hera who just
nodded, hesitant:
«Fulcrum's ship has arrived!»
Shouted Sabine, then Hera motioned to the others of the crew:
«Then, we''ll handle Chyon to him and set course for Lothat»
Sabine and Zeb nodded, saying one last good-bye to Rym1 who only replied:
« It's been a pleasure to meet you all, sends my regards also to those two!
Looking forward to see you again!»
And then he loaded the Pantoran to his shoulder, entering in the Fulcrum's
ship, swiftly followed by Hera.
« Such a guy that one, eh?»
Commented Zeb, Sabine retorted:
« Crazy and creative, I hope we'll be able to use again his help soon»
...
« So... This is that Chyon Ryuji»
Commented Fulcrum, staring at the battered Pantoran, somehow interested:
«Yes, he's»
Confirmed both Mary and Hera.
« Then soon he'll find his right punishment»
Continued Fulcrum, motioning to some men to grab Chyon and taking him away. The
men quickly executed the order:
«Can I ask what will happen to him? »
Asked Hera, not worried but eager to know what kind of "justice" Fulcrum meant:
« You can, but my response will be I'll ask you, punishments are meant for
what?»
Hera furrowed her brows, answering:
« For correcting an unfair act?»
« And why need to correct them?»
Just continued to ask the figure, that now was staying with the back against
her and glancing the Pantoran being imprisoned:
« Because they violated the rights of someone else?»
« Correct, everyone has rights and when someone breaks them... They need to
understand that you can't do that. Chyon broke the rights of Ezra, but it's
also true that his own rights were broke before, deeply affecting his mind...
First he'll be cured then he'll be the one to decide what to do, dying knowing
to have done dreadful things or live and make amend. It's up to him»
Hera widely opened again her emerald eyes:
« You mean...»
«I gave you the answer, now go and let's continue our work, Rym1 I'll take you
home»
And simply went away, Mary following him and saying:
« Bye Hera! See you soon!»
The Twi'lek quickly entered again on the Ghost, thinking
"Better not say this to Ezra... I'll say that Chyon will never ever appear
again... Just for now"
...
« Finally I can lay somewhere not having some kind of chains or binds to hinder
my arts! Or wearing some kind of feminine clothes»
Exclaimed Ezra while letting himself falling onto the bedbunk, not wearing
anymore the dress but a green shirt and shorts. Kanan smiled at him, gently
placing the two little girls in the crib, while saying:
« Still, you were cute in those dress»
Ezra strangely blushed after hearing the man's compliment, thinking he was
mocking him:
«Are you telling me I seem a girl?»
« Nope, just that you were cute... Want to sleep on the top bunk?»
The boy blushed even more, curling himself against the mattress and hiding his
face, saying:
« Can I sleep just beside you? I feel protected when you're near...»
The sudden question and phrase just hit Kanan hardly, not believing his ears.
After a little moment of pure astonishment, the man replied:
«Sure, no problems with that»
He Said deeply happy to share again the bed with the boy. Kanan, then, took a
cover and placed himself just beside Ezra, covering them both.
He felt himself being grabbed by the boy's slender arms, tightly clutched in a
hug and felt Ezra's head pressed against his wide chest, saying once again:
«Thank you again, really thank you»
Kanan smiled once more, wrapping the teen with his arms and leaning his head
against the boy's ear, soothing:
«I'll always come back for you, Ezra. Now sleep...»
And the two both drifted into a peaceful and long slumber, both clutched in a
tight embrace under the bed's sheets.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you all for reading this story! This isn't the end, I'll just
     take a short break!
     May the Force be with you! Always
***** Another storm is coming *****
Chapter Notes
     Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemens! New year, new arch, new chapter!
     And new determination... Well, I just hope so. I decided to give you
     all a little chapter in advance.
     Anyway, what I wanted to say? Ah yes!
     First thing, we're going a little back in time and I'll focus for a
     couple of chapters on "the bad guys"
     Hope you'll enjoy!
 CHAPTER NINETEEN
 OF
 NEVER ROB A ZYGERRIAN
 Interlude (1)
Another storm is coming
 
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Immediately after Chyon and Ezra's escape...
« Tell me everything you know about the "Silky Tongue", Togruta»
Hissed the cold and sharp voice of the Pau'an, echoing through the torture
cell.
The panting form of a golden Togruta was bound to the torture table, his venom
eyes spread open as he shouted for the millionth time:
« I've already told you everything I know! His name is...»
« Dev Morgan, from Lothal. Bought from a Zygerrian slaver, Shazar Kag'niss,
more than one year ago. He has two offspring, a pure human female infant and an
hybrid Twi'lek female infant, born from two of your former slaves. These two
women tried to buy the Silky Tongue from you and you've always declined any of
their bids.»
Completed the voice for him, annoyed this time. The Togruta shouted once more,
venting his inner frustration while wriggling in his bindings:
« Then you don't need me anymore! I don't know anything else! Ask directly to
Shazar! Release me now and let me return to my own business! I can't afford to
waste another minute here!»
It wouldn't had be accurate to say that Paris was furious. No, he wasn't
furious, he was enraged to the point that in his veins was flowing pure anger
instead of blood.
Paris couldn't believe it, he bound to a metallic table, threatened by the dog
of the Empire. Tortured like a mere slave when he was the slaver! And from how
long? It felt like hours, maybe days...
How this entire situation could have happened? The Togruta had tried many times
to remember but every single attempt had taken to no results.
After "scrutinizing" his last purchase, that hot human man whose name was "
Kell Bell", the Togruta found himself laying on the floor of the corridors,
completely bare naked. And the moment after, a glowing red blade was pointed
against his throat and that crazy Pau'an was helding the sabre. After that, the
former slaver had been imprisoned and taken in that cell, along with all the
surviving slaves and trainers... And during his ' transfer' Paris had seen the
mutilated, half-melted and half-brunt corpses of some of his slaves... Even of
some esteemed guests. A disgrace!
His entire business was ruined! Ruined by those red blades and their lackeys!
Regaining the trust of the surviving guests would have become an hard
challenge, neither repromote his Pleasure House... A lifetime work reduced to
ashes. He had nothing now... The mere thought of it gave him the chills.
But at the moment, there was another fact that Paris couldn't understand: why
they were keeping asking him only about the boy, why the Emperor's minions
wanted to know so much over a pleasure slave's whereabouts? Did Shazar hide him
anything peculiar from him? If that was the case...
« Oh, that is unfortunate. You don't seem to know in which situation you
are...»
The trial of thoughts was interrupted by the sharp voice that gained all Paris'
attention:
« It's true, I don't need you anymore but... Your little activity violated the
laws of the Empire, slavery is forbidden and your ' house' has been shut down.
All the slaves now are free»
What?! His slaves set free? His source of profit? Those damn Imperials...
« What?! You can't be serious! You ruined the work of a lifetime!»
Shouted vividly Paris, wriggling in a vain attempt of freeing himself.
The Inquisitor approached more the squirming prisoner, his golden and stern
eyes locked with the venom green ones:
« Don't make me laugh, Paris "the golden Togruta", former slave yourself»
Paris froze in his place, amusing the Pau'an who evilly smirked. How they could
know? The Togruta had been cautious and meticulous in erasing his own past:
« You...How?!»
The Inquisitor's smirk became a devilish grin, he was savoring every little bit
of the slaver's stupor:
« I've checked your background, you once were a slave who mysteriously became
the slaver... And then you tried to delete your past. That's amusing, Togruta»
" You seriously define ' seducing your Master, deceiving him, taking his every
single credit and belongings and finally killing him' with just like '
mysteriously becoming the slaver', Pau'an?"thought the prisoner, not if pissed
or amused by that mere definition of how he had gained power. Still, Paris was
sure to have deleted any kind of information about his past, he had even hired
professional killers to get rid even of witnesses! The Togruta was now more
dazed and he could only utter:
« How you...»
The Inquisitor distanced himself from the former slaver, putting his hands
behind his back and continuing to haughty stare at Paris:
« I've my methods and means to obtain what I want. But let's return to your
situation, you've violated the rules and for this you're under arrest and
you'll spend the rest of your useless life doing forced works in the mines of
Kessel, working to redeem yourself »
Paris grimaced and glanced him with his eyes spread open:
« Forced work?! Me?!»
And he snapped into a laugh:
« First you said the Empire forbids slavery and now you're making me into a
slave! »
And he continued to laugh, not believing the Pau'an. So much hypocrisy made the
Togruta laugh even more and snapped:
« You aren't any different than me, but you're the pretend-»
Paris stopped to speak, his words were replaced by screams... Screams of pure
pain. He had been interrupted by the sudden electicity that ran across his all
being, making his entire body wriggle against the cold torture table:
« You speak too much only now, Togruta»
Hissed again the Pau'an, staring at the squirming form of the Togruta. The
Inquisitor was utterly disappointed by the poor information he gained from the
former slaver, how could he only know so little about that boy? The Pau'an
wasn't interessed only over the most superficial information, he needed also to
know the fears, the hopes... Everything he needed to turn him, but what he had
right now wasn't enough and this only worsened the Pau'an's mood.
" Such a waste of my precious time..."bitterly thought the Grand Inquisitor as
he stopped to zap for a bit Paris. The Togruta ceased to scream, panting while
the Pau'an said:
« But this only worsen your situation... You'll be transferred to your next
prison right away»
And then, the Grand Inquisitor turned and began to reach the metallic door, in
order to exit from the cell, but not after torturing a little bit his prisoner.
The door slid open but ss he was about to finally leave alone Paris, the sparks
had finished to zap the Togruta and promptly shouted back to him, only anger
flowing from his mouth:
« May your death be painful and slow Imperial bastard!»
And the door shut close behind the slender figure of the Inquisitor.
" Let's see if my new informant knows more juicy... details" thought the Pau'an
as he walked through the corridors, reaching his new destination...
...
« Care to repeat me your name again... Zeltron? »
Inquired the annoyed voice of an Imperial agent, glancing the Zeltron in front
of himself, uninteressed. The man just wished to finish with his task and rest
for a bit... Why he had to do a boring work such as gathering boring and
useless information?
« Call me Azul and to be precise, my information aren't boring and useless »
Suddenly said the Zeltron, mocking the Imperial who now was frozen in his
place... Dazed. Did the Zeltron just...?
« That is right, I just read your mind, Agent Elhar, code number ISB-103... »
When did he say his very own name? The air was becoming thick and uneasy to the
Zeltron's amusement who just sneered:
« You really don't know how easy is to read the minds of others. You'd be
surprised too... Maybe I could also help a lousy Agent like you to rank up... »
« I'm not a lousy Agent! »
Immediately snapped Elhar, angry. Once he was one of the best Imperial Agents
of the ISB but after his... He shoved away the thought and recomposed himself,
he couldn't lose again his mind over a mere former pleasure slave:
« Now that was insulting! I wasn't a 'mere' slave, but a mast-»
« I don't care of what you are or were! You- »
« Agent Elhar »
The door suddenly slid open, interrupting the little commotion before it could
become worse. The Grand Inquisitor stood there for awhile, staring into the
brown and frightened eyes of the Agent, then he hissed:
« I'll take this matter from now on, you're dismissed»
The Agent immediately stood up from his seat and left the room, relieved to go
away and rest. When the door was closed behind themselves, the Grand Inquisitor
inquired:
« Shall we continue? »
Azul just smirked, saying:
« With pleasure »
...
***** Another head *****
Chapter Notes
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...
« They told me you might have more precious information for us, isn't it?»
The Pau'an asked, taking the seat in front of the Zeltron who was sitting with
one of his foot above the table, clearing showing his own confidence. In
addition to that, the Zeltron was staring directly at the Pau'an's yellow eyes,
not fearing the Inquisitor, to the opposite maybe even mocking him.
« Oooh, yes, I do and only I have them. No one else knows what I know nor you
cannot find them in any other data-bank. After all I'm one of the few living
Zeltrons in the Galaxy who can read perfectly the minds of others...»
The Zeltron's haughty behavior was deeply annoying the Grand Inquisitor,
however he was willing to bear Azul for knowing as much as he could over that
boy and the infants.
« Then I hope you'll tell me everything you know about a certain boy called
"Ezra" or "Silky Tongue", who has two children»
The Zeltron stiffened in his seat, the smirk that has formed before became a
frown and a dark veil covered his eyes. The Grand Inquisitor felt , and with
deep pleasure, the sudden change of the former master-slaver.
The Pau'an let the thick air to linger between them, letting the fear to grow
deep inside the Zeltron, thinking to bend him.
Although the Inquisitor's plan, Azul sustained the pressure and replied, still
in a joking way:
« Ezra? I don't remember any slave with that name, but I might have some very
hot information over the Silky Tongue and his two little daughters... Maybe if
you give me something I want...»
The stern face and the sudden sound of activation of the red lightsaber made
the Zeltron quickly rethink over his demands.
Azul liked credits, but he wanted to live a longer life.
The Zeltron told almost everything he knew about the Silky Tongue and The Blue
Fury too; Azul knew of their plan to escape and even of the Blue Fury's planned
marriage with the boy.
The Grand Inquisitor listened without telling a word or interrupting Azul,
checking also if the Zeltron was lying to him. Then, the Pau'an inquired:
« You're telling me these two slaves now are heading to Lau in order to get
married, two males? I don't like jokes»
Azul immediately rose up his hands, saying almost pleading:
« It's the truth! There homosexuals can get married, the have managed to allow
it! On the public register they are a man and a woman, but practically... you
know...»
The Grand Inquisitor did not say anything, just a light nod, then the
conversation went to another direction.
« Now, tell me more of the two infants and also...»
However, Azul was not going to be cooperative without a reward:
« So many things you want and you have nothing for obtaining them»
The Pau'an asked, sternly:
« What you mean?»
Now, Azul knew that this was his chance, the chance to become the one to lead
the game and lose the position of being a simple pawn.
« I mean... What I'll gain from it? I'm a free Zeltron now, without a single
credit nor home for me... A beggar. Why I should give you information for
nothing?»
The Grand Inquisitor huffed, pointing the tip of the lightsaber toward Azul's
throat, while bitterly spitting:
« We have already agreed the sum for your information-»
« But they were over Paris, my former slaver, not over the Silky Tongue and the
infants»
Replied Azul with confidence, not fearing the threats toward his life. The
Pau'an remained silent for a bit, thinking over the Zeltron's words. The
Inquisitor knew about the abilities of that species, he knew they could read
what you were thinking and right now Azul was doing so. The Zeltron was reading
the Inquisitor's mind, and he was smirking, knowing that  right now he could
obtain what he wanted:
« If you can assure me that you'll close an eye over my future activity and
that no Imperial will come to stick their nose in my business... I might tell
everything I know of Silky Tongue, of his thoughts, his fears... His hopes....
Everything you I didn't mention to you before but you'll have to agree on my
terms»
The Grand Inquisitor deactivated his weapon and put it above the table, then he
stooped at Azul's indigo eyes, admitting his defeat by saying a simple word:
« Agreed»
At which, the Zeltron sneered, adding:
«  Everyone is good to say "agreed" give me some assurances before continuing»
Again, Azul put both his feet above the table and stretched his spine to stay
in a more comfy position. The fear has dissipated completely, even when the
Inquisitor ignited again the lightsaber and stood up, ready to blow a mortal
strike. Nevertheless the menace, Azul was not frightened by the Inquisitor,
instead he added:
« Killl me and all the information will die with me»
The two men challenged themselves with their gazes for what seemed an eternity,
then the Pau'an took his comm and spoke through it:
« Captain, tell to all the troops to retreat and leave this moon, we don't need
to stay any longer here»
« Sir, yes sir!»
A faint smirk appeared on the Zeltron's face, while the Pau'an switched off the
comm and sat again:
« Now let's proceed-»
« Hun-hun-un... The slaves, I need them for my future activity. I demand their
release and consequently their custody to me»
Azul added quickly, amused to see the Pau'an frustration when he had to retake
the comm:
« Captain, all the slaves that we have  taken under custody now are no more our
prisoners, but consign to our informant here»
«Yes... Sir... Why?»
« Do you question my orders?»
« No sir, of course...»
The smirk of the Zeltron has become a wide grin, his greedy gaze was silently
telling to the Inquisitor that he needed more. The Pau'an furrowed his brows,
never in his life he had to deal with someone as greedy and opportunistic as
the Zeltron in front of himself, usually he would kill people of that kind:
« And Captain»
« Yes, sir?»
« Take here two thousand...»
« Two hundred thousand credits»
Azul corrected the Inquisitor, already savoring the sense of having so many
credits in his hands. However, the Zeltron's victory would have to wait longer,
because the Pau'an was losing his patience and he hissed:
« Hold on, Captain. We agreed on two not five, Zeltron!»
A faint and mocking sneer escaped from Azul's lips and explained:
« But I'll need more credits for bringing back my splendid House, and
considering all the costs...»
« Captain, two hundred thousand credits, take them right away»
« As you wish, sir»
After this, the time to gather every single information has finally come:
« Now, care to tell me everything you know about the boy, every single details?
Without hiding anything?»
The grin of victory formed on Azul's face and his eyes were glaring of
excitement, his voice soothing:
« With pleasure, kind Inquisitor...»
...
« We are free to go now? Really?»
Excitedly asked a young red Twi'lek, her joy pouring out of every pore as she
was listening to the Troopers' words.
« Yes, we'll assign a tutor that will assist and help you all to build a new
life»
A general scream of pure joy exploded , a collective joy that every single
living being was feeling in the moment.
No more guests to please, no more collar that threatens your life, no more
chains and most importantly... No more THAT room.
« Ah! Thank you! Thank you so much! We'll always be in debt with you!»
« It's our duty to protect the needy and undefended citizens of the Empire, the
Emperor himself would be displeased to know that such injustice like slavery
happens in the Empire! Now, go and walk like free citizens of the Empire!»
« Yes! Thank you again!»
The troopers have previously escorted the mass of former slaves inside a
building, and now they were doing the same. The excitement could be clearly
sense among the people as they entered inside the anonymous building, then they
all were gathered in a big hall, left there alone, waiting for their new
assistant.
As the time passed, another former slave noticed something dreadful: they were
all gathered in a circular room, with only one door that had been closed; the
only source of light was coming from artificial lamps and a balcony stood up
above them all. A shiver run across the spine of this unknown slave, realizing
that they were... in THAT room!
« Wait... This is the Pleasure House!»
Everyone froze on their post, the joy was fastly replaced by fright as they
realized the dreadful truth.
« What it means?!»
Afterwards, screams of fear filled the room, some immediately tried to force
open the door, failing. General hysteria spread across the imprisoned crowd, a
chaos of desperate cries and screams was the only sound, along with the
clattering rumors of frenetic footsteps. However, the chaos ceased when the
voice of a well-known person stood above all.
« Calm down, everyone»
The voice came from above them, precisely from the imposing balcony. Every
single slave dropped their own jaw and widely opened their eyes at the sight of
Azul wearing the vest of the Grand Master.
« Master Azul? What are you doing here?!»
A female green Twi'lek asked, more enraged than frightened.
« I've just being assigned by the Empire as your assistant, I'll take care of
all of you, give you food, a home and whatever you will need»
« You?! Really?»
« I'm telling the truth... After all, what kind of slaver I'd be if I don't
take good care of my precious slaves?»
« Wait, what?! »
« You heard me well, I'm your Great Master now and you belong to me!»
« You! Traitor! We've been tricked! »
« And I reassure you... Rules change right now, first of all, you'll be
punished for your insubordination, but I might forgive those who bend to my
will now, and don't lie! Or I'll detect if you're lying»
From the walls, mechanical tweezers appeared and grabbed every single slave,
immobilizing their squirming arts while Azul was checking them all.
The first one to bend was a seventeen years old human girl. She have
experienced the methods of the Zeltron, and she knew too well that if she
wanted to live, she had to be submissive:
« I'm sorry, Great Master, I'm your submissive slave...»
Azul smirked and gripped her chin, their eyes staring at each other:
« You'll be forgiven...»
A sigh of relief escaped from her lips and she repressed her tears when she
felt once again the heavy collar around her neck.
This cycle continued with every single slave, until all had been once again
imprisoned with their collars and fear.
The Zeltron mentally sneered, savoring the fear of his new slaves. He had
obtained what he deeply wanted, dominate the others and live the life he and
only he deserved.
Now he was the one to lead the rules and he put into practice his business
plan. In a few weeks, the Pleasure House had been renewed, changed name and
reobtained the same guests, even more.
The security was stricter than before and the House swiftly gained more
prestige.
Azul have known from the very beginning about Chyon and Dev's escape plan. No
wait, the boy's true name wasn't Dev Morgan but... Ezra Bridger. How he knew?
Well, when not many people know a lot about Zeltron's peculiar ability to read
the mind of others... It's a piece of cake to trick others.
Azul knew also that Chyon and his fake wife, Katal, were trying to escape
but... He might have sabotaged their plans, not that they weren't the first
ones to have tried to escape the Pleasure House. Indeed they weren't the first,
others slaves have tried before but he might have reported them to Paris, when
the Togruta was his master.
Paris knew too well Zeltron's special abilities, not only on producing a great
variety of hormones but also over telepathy. And Paris counted on Azul's
ability to repress any resilient escape or rebellion, and Azul had always took
under control the situation, reporting any possible act or resistance of the
slaves. But everything changed when Paris exchanged and brought inside that
brat... When he lost one of his true lover, Katal.
The very first time he met her, gazed her deep indigo eyes and also tasted
her... He have devoted his soul and body to her, he even pressed over Paris to
put her in the most privileged rank of the House, just to be nearer to her and
being noticed by her. However, she never did, the Tholothian saw him in the
same way of everyone, an evil trainer. Nevertheless the bitterness she felt for
him, Azul did not cared less , he have already took his decision and he only
wished her happiness, in fact when he discovered of her and Chyon's plan he did
not report them to Paris, in the contrary he jealously hid their secret, while
keeping them out of troubles.
Nonetheless Azul's efforts , the Zygerrian came and overturned every plan.
Shazar appeared in their life and tried to purchase Katal, but Paris of course
did not agree, to Azul's relief.
Then, that unfortunate day came, the day when Paris told him to bring Katal in
his office and found out the sorrowful truth... Shazar patiently waiting for
his new and cherished slave, the Tholothian.
The Zeltron was present when Paris took off Katal's collar, changing it with
the one of that damn Zygerrian. He had to witness and feel every single painful
thought of the Tholotian, those thoughts were tearing apart his mind. He felt
for the second time in a lifetime his very own heart being cracked down, the
first was when they sold him to the Togruta. He saw Katal's indigo eyes being
full of unshed tears, saddened, and her mind was filled with only one thought "
Chyon, be strong for me one day you'll be free again..."
Chyon...
She thought only over Chyon, not him. Only that damn Pantoran who did not feel
the same feelings like her. Azul and only him was the most fit person to
deserve Katal's love, him and only him.
« You love Katal»
Paris told in that moment, with a evil and wide grin printed on his face:
« You loved her so much that you even hid to me her attempt to escape... How
disappointing of you»
How it could have happened?
« Th-that is not...»
« Please Azul, save it»
In addition to it, what the Togruta thought in that moment, made the Zeltron's
blood froze in his veins
" You aren't my only spy, Azul. There are others that know your telepathy
abilities and are currently watching you. They told me about your little
'crush' or should I say 'love'?"
The venom eyes of Paris that day where even more bitter and malevolent than any
other day, and those very eyes were fixed with the frightened ones of Azul
" You know... If you weren't helping her in the escape plan, I'd given
permission to you on claiming her as yours but... You betrayed me, and this is
your punishment. Live your life with desperation, knowing that your loved one
will perish at the hands of another slaver"
« Now, I have others businesses to mind right now... Like take care of my new
little slave, a cute and peculiar one with rough talent. You'll see him soon.
Now go, I don't need you anymore»
That day, Azul swore to take revenge over Paris and revenge has been done. Now
the Togruta would pay for what he had done to him, for the rest of his life and
right now Azul was the one in charge. Such a stroke of luck.
Still, there was another little matter to solve... The fugitives slaves.
From his register, there had been plenty of losses, those crazy Inquisitors
have killed many of them along with some important customers... And some slaves
have succeeded into escaping, but the majority have already been recaught. Only
two were absent,
The Blue Fury and the Silky Tongue.
Azul thought it was better to not get mixed with them, after all the Empire was
searching for the Silky Tongue... Even his two daughters. He have not succeed
into knowing why the Inquisitor wanted to find them, not at all and he stated
that it must had been something peculiar...
" Maybe I should search for them too and sold them to the Empire... Oh yes! I
can already feel more credits in my hands right now!"
And so, also Azul decided that he'd give a reward if they found the Silky
Tongue, The Blue Fury and the two daughters, alive.
Another smirk formed over the face of the Zeltron as he thought
" You'll come home soon, my slaves and I'll make you regret for having
escaped... And you don't know how..."
...
In an unknown location
« You can consider yourself dead if you ever come back!»
The woman with flaming red hair shouted, two of her personal guards were
sustaining a battered man, who replied:
« Emeralda please....»
His pleading eyes did not softened the woman, instead she sternly ordered:
« Guards, throw him out of here!»
The two guards dragged the struggling man who was loudly beginning to not be
tossed away, but his words never arrived to her, and never would:
« Another man who became boring and clingy... Such a burden, and now I need to
find another toy...»
The woman sighed, annoyed, and let herself fall above the comfy mattress of her
big bed.
« But where to find ?»
Then, a sudden voice of one of her most loyal servants said:
« I've heard Paris the Golden Togruta has been arrested and his Pleasure House
shut down»
The sudden information took her by surprise and she immediately stood up:
« Really?! Ah! That is what he deserves! And.... What about the slaves?» A
faint hope rose in her chest... Maybe, if the House had been shut down, Silky
Tongue could be somewhere else, ready to be sold for her!
« Oh! A new Master has taken the place of Paris, a certain Azul and it seems
that he's leading pretty well the House »
Emeralda was not interested in these things, she only wanted to know about that
boy, that fragile boy.
« I don't care! I only want the Silky Tongue!»
The servant remained a bit silent, she was not frightened by her master's
behavior and she replied:
« The Silky Tongue is on the run and he has two bounties over his head, one
from the Empire and the other from Azul... And they all want him alive»
Somehow, knowing that the boy was on the run, made lady Emeralda's heart twinge
of joy. Now she had a chance to claim him as her and only her little slave:
« Thank you for your information, Un, you can take a bigger ration of food for
dinner»
The servant bowed, thanking the lady while exiting.
Lady Emeralda watched outside the windows, staring at the infinite night sky
" Silky Tongue... We'll meet again soon and you'll be only mine"
....
Two figures in the dark
« Is she...?»
« Yes , she is»
« Marvelous»
...
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked it ;)
     May the Force be with you!
     Jaeghon Dekimis
***** Change of Program *****
So, another message!
Yes, it will be the last one, or that is what I hope. 
Just want to say that I'm going to continue all the stories.
I'm sorry for what I did before... And because of that, I'm going to re-
organize the chapters and re-check again for mistakes (Yeah, I know there
are...). 
Until then, 
May the Force be with you all!
Thank you for all the support, particularly to LuaKitsune, James739,
blueberry_wubber_1516, Starloverrebel and SabineandEzraWren that made me change
my mind over my decision. 
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