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Star Wars: Rebels
Ménage à Tua

Chapter Four:
Paradise Lost
by
Jarkota

Author's Note:
And so we reach the climax of this story. What will be the fate of our intrepid rebels on Lothal? What has Tarkin cooked up for them? And where are all of the other characters the show introduced? The answers to some of these questions await within. The delay on this chapter was long, but unavoidable; I recently found myself getting married to the woman of my dreams, and there is a lot or preparation that goes into such a thing. I sincerely hope this installment was worth your wait. (As a further note, I had this planned out long before the "Rebels" Season Two premiere aired; any similarity to the events of such is due to my apparent ability to predict what TV writers are going to do.)
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It was late at night, and all was quiet on Lothal. Maketh slept soundly in her bed, now three months pregnant. Ezra and Sabine lay in a tangled, sweaty mess in their stateroom aboard the still-unnamed YT-1930. Kanan and Hera were likewise aboard the Ghost. Only Zeb was awake, in a hole-in-the-wall cantina on the edge of town, getting himself pickled on cheap booze.
It was no wonder, then, that none of the rebels heard the movements of Imperial Stormtroopers, AT-DPs, AT-STs or TIE Bombers as they made their way towards their target.
"Minister's mansion in sight, Agent Kallus," the flight leader of the TIEs said into his helmet comlink. "Scouts report only two guards on duty at the gate, minimal armament, no significant defenses."
"Report confirms our intel, Beta One. You are weapons free. Leave no survivors; infantry will mop up any who try to run. Command out."
"Alright, Beta Squadron. You heard HQ. Raze the entire place. We need to teach this rebel scum a lesson they'll never forget."
The Bomber pilots pushed their ion engines to full throttle, breaking flight formation to seek out assigned targets. The Walkers below had already taken up positions that, combined with the Stormtrooper presence, would prevent anyone escaping. It was not to be a conflict, a battle or a fight. This was a slaughter. No more, no less.
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The first explosion woke Maketh from her sleep. Throwing the covers off of her nude body, she hit the light and intercom switches at the same time. "Urik - what's happening?"
"The Empire is attacking the compound! TIE Bombers have already taken out the communications equipment in the shed. We can't even call for help."
"You can bet there are ground troops, as well. Arm the staff as best you can and hopefully we can hold out long enough to evacuate."
"Yes, m'lady." Closing the comm line, Maketh reached under the bed and pulled out a hard-sided case. Just as she pressed her thumbs to the fingerprint locks on either side, another impact rocked the house and her ceiling came crashing down around her.
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Ezra's eyes snapped open and he sat up in the bed he shared with Sabine in the captain's cabin of the YT-1930. It took a moment to clear his head, thinking it was a mere nightmare which awoke him, but he felt the subtle nudging in a particular part of his brain that told him it was the Force speaking to him. "Sabine," he said, gently shaking his wife's shoulder, "wake up. Something's wrong."
The Mando girl groggily opened her eyes. "What's going on?"
"Get your armor on; we're going to Maketh's."
"Why? I thought we weren't going to surprise her with that birthday party until next week..."
Ezra began pulling his pants on, grateful not for the first time that she had slowly gotten over whatever it was that had made her talk in the third person. "I can't explain it, but she's in trouble. I'm going to have Kanan and the others meet us there, but we've got to hurry."
The two arrived in the cockpit a few minutes later, Sabine firing up the communications array and dialing it into the Ghost's private signal. "Specter Five to Specter One; come in. We have a Code Red. I repeat; Specter Five to Specter One, we have a Code Red."
It took a few moments for the reply to come through. "Specter One to Specter Five, what's going on?"
"Specter Six got a.....a 'feeling' that Specter Seven is in trouble. We need to go help."
"Roger that; we'll be airborne and inbound for your position momentarily."
"Negative," Ezra said, settling into the pilot's seat and flipping a series of switches on. "Head straight for the compound; we'll meet you there."
"Are you crazy?"
"Probably," Ezra said as the engines roared to life and the YT-1930 lifted off the ground, "but that never stopped any of us before."
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A short time later, the Ghost and the YT-1930 were flying parallel on a high-altitude course, above the cloud cover.
"This should keep us off their sensors until the last minute," Hera said over the comm, "but I still don't know what you expect us to do."
"I'm not sure, either," Ezra replied as Sabine went back to strap herself into the dorsal turret, "but I know she's in trouble."
"He's right," Ezra could hear Kanan say. "I sense it, too. We need to be in top form on this one."
"Picking up blips on the sensor; small but moving slow. Could be TIEs. Better get to the turret, Kanan."
A few moments later, the two freighters dove out of the clouds and their pilots saw the devastation firsthand. The west wing of the mansion was caved in. Large holes were blown in the security walls. The beautiful garden was nothing but fire, smoke and ash. Bodies were strewn everywhere.
Hera gasped and covered her mouth.
Kanan was in shock.
Sabine's eyes began to flow with tears.
Ezra simply got angry.
He heard the familiar whine of a TIE's ion engine and felt rather than saw where it was going to be. He flipped the switch which locked the ventral gun turret forward and slaved its fire controls to the cockpit, then fired. The slow-moving, double-hulled starfighter flew right into the crimson bolts, taking several direct hits into its starboard solar panel before exploding into so much shrapnel.
"They're TIEs alright, but not like any I've seen before. They can take a beating but they move like a sleepy Hutt, so we should be able to outmaneuver them. Specter Five, make sure nobody sneaks up on us." He activated the forward launchers and armed the concussion missiles sleeping within. "Anything in front of us is a non-issue."
The Ghost broke off to port, cannon fire raking across the Walkers surrounding the compound. The Phantom, Zeb at the controls, launched from the larger ship and began chasing down the infantry troops as they broke formation and sought cover from the aerial assault. Sabine accounted for two more of the strange TIEs while Kanan and Ezra racked up another six between them; the 1930's warheads tore through their armor like it was tissue paper. Zeb was having a field day; the walkers couldn't aim their guns above the horizon, so all he had to do was stay just above their firing range and pick them off at his leisure, taking potshots at the rather helpless infantry troopers when the opportunity presented itself.
"Scanners show three fighters remaining," Hera said over Ezra's comm unit, "but I'm picking up transmissions from the lead, aimed at the capital. Can't break the code but I'd bet my lekku they're calling for reinforcements."
"Copy that, Specter Two. Specter Three, can you determine whereabouts of Specter Seven?" Chopper's apologetic warble was like a knife in Ezra's gut. "Keep trying; she's got to be down there."
"If she's down there, Six, we'll find her."
"I hope so," was Ezra's quiet answer.
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On the ground, Maketh was running mostly naked through the remains of what used to be her house. She'd been protected from the falling ceiling by quickly sliding under her bed, but it had taken her precious moments to dig the case out and open it. Its contents were now strapped to various parts of her body: On each leg was strapped a holster containing a DC-15s blaster pistol, a belt around her waist - fitting a little snug thanks to her belly - held a dozen power packs and in her hands was a shiny DC-17m rifle. A harness attached to her back held its various accoutrements - sniper barrel, anti-armor grenade launcher, stun bolt launcher and breaching grenade launcher. The weapon was outdated by modern Imperial standards, but even a rock held in the hand is as deadly as it ever was in more primitive times. Never thought I'd have to actually use this thing, but I'm glad Urik talked me into buying it. Though I do wonder why he knew so much about it. And how he just happened to 'know a guy' who had one for sale...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Urik kicking a half-broken door off of what remained of its hinges. He was dressed in gray battle armor streaked with red paint, also carrying a DC-17m and a helmet reminiscent of a Stormtrooper's. "Sorry I'm late, My Lady," he said, his tone of voice and accent markedly different than usual. "I had to take time to properly dress for the occasion." He slipped the helmet over his head. "And I fear that, despite my years of service to you, we've never properly been introduced. RC-1207, formerly of Delta Squad, at your service. But you can call me Sev, if you like."
"You....you're a Clone...."
"I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary. Being ordered to murder Jedi didn't sit well with some of us, so we laid low, where the Empire couldn't find us. Some of us were assigned deep-cover operations to watch certain Imperial politicians who might be useful to a certain cause we attached ourselves to. It didn't hurt that I was abandoned on Kashyyyk to eke out a living in the Shadowlands until a Jedi rescued me, so I never actually received any such orders."
"Wait.....why did you select me to watch?"
"Our intel painted you as caring, compassionate and sympathetic to those of lower stations - not the traits you'd expect of someone who truly believed in Palpatine's 'New Order'. We had hoped the day would come when we could bring you into our confidence and make you an asset, though it seems those two crazy kids beat us to it."
"I should have known this would be the result. I suppose I did, on some level...I just did not expect it this soon. But enough talk, Uri....Sev. We have to get out of here and get word to our friends."
At that moment three of the servants - Maketh's personal handmaidens - came out of what used to be the dining room, dressed in gray coveralls and sporting DC15S blaster carbines with DC15s pistols similar to Maketh's in leg holsters. Each also had a scabbard at the hip containing a thin, lightweight vibroblade - one-handed, extremely precise weaponry; no good for slashing or blocking but designed to stab. Perfect for getting into weak spots in body armor.
They were triplets, though not exactly identical - one was a redhead with green eyes, one was a blonde with blue eyes and the third had raven-black hair and brown eyes. Tyla, Osira and Liora were their names, respectively, of the Hapan Theln clan; Maketh had hired them primarily for the novelty of having triplets on her staff. And I let Urik...Sev handle the hiring process....of course he would give me bodyguards instead of regular serving girls.
"We've cleared a way out, Sev, but we can't hold them off for long," Liora said, "There's a breach in the kitchen we've managed to shore up with the freezers, but even a half-decent detpack will blow them away. The dining room is fairly intact and we can get out through the windows, though we'll have to deal with infantry once we get out there."
"Well, anything is better than staying in here and having the building collapse around us!" Maketh said, flicking off the safety of the DC-17m for emphasis. "Sev, lead the way. Girls, behind me."
"Of course, madame," Tyla said. "We shall watch your back."
"You are mistaken; it is not for my safety." The ex-Minister clipped the anti-armor launcher onto the front of her blaster. "It's for yours."
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"Agent Kallus, this is Beta One."
"Is the operation complete?"

"Negative, sir; we've had an unforeseen complication. Two freighters have appeared and taken out most of the squadron. They've got a small shuttle taking out the ground forces. Walkers can't aim high enough to take any shots at them; they're sitting ducks."
"Copy, Beta One. Looks like the Minister's rebel friends have come to help. The second unit is on its way; you should have all you need to wipe them out."
"Affirmative, sir. We'll get the job done."
"Oh, I know you will," Kallus replied as he put his helmet on and brought his vehicle out of standby mode.
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Sev smashed the plate glass of the dining room window with the butt of his rifle, clearing as much of the debris away as he could so Maketh would have a relatively safe egress. He hopped through first with no aid whatsoever; it was clear he had not been idle in the years since the Clone Wars and was as fit as he ever was. Once on the ground, he did a visual sweep and gave the all-clear. Maketh, with the aid of the triplets and a tall chair, was able to crawl through the window with little difficulty despite her advanced pregnancy. She allowed herself a moment to enjoy the feeling of the grass - cool and damp in spite of the blazing fires consuming her compound - on her bare feet and lamented that it was likely the last time she would enjoy such a feeling. Blaster in hand, she waited for the triplets to gracefully and effortlessly tumble through the window.
"Alright," she said, turning to Sev. "Where to now?"
"The equipment shed at the back wall. I've stashed something there that will help us but we've got to move quickly. There's a lot of open ground between there and here and I don't think it'll be too hard to spot us." He nodded to the triplets. "Keep bringing up the rear; two of you on the flanks with full-auto cover fire, the third watching the rear making sure no-one sneaks up on us. I've kept this little lady alive for too long to let her get killed now."

"Yes, sir!" the three said in unison as they set their weapons.
"Alright, then; move out!" With that, the Commando took off across the field.
Maketh was on his heels, somewhat slowed by her belly but nonetheless persistent. She allowed her hand to rest on her stomach, fearful more for what she was carrying than her own life. Soon, Ezra, she thought. We'll be with you soon.
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Hera circled the compound, using the Ghosts's active sensors to see if she could pick up any sign of Maketh. She knew it was almost useless with all of the Imperial troops running around, but she had to try. Despite her misgivings about the woman, she had proven a friend and ally and the Twi'lek was not known for abandoning either. She heard the engine whine shortly after three dozen new blips appeared on her scope. "Kanan, we've got a new group of signals coming in. Much faster this time; they've sent in more TIEs."
"Great; I was getting tired of shooting these flying banthas."
"Hera, picking up something on the ground," Zeb's voice said over the comm system. "Moving at a pretty good clip. Might be more walkers; they're spreading out."
"Copy that, Zeb. Chopper, see if you can get me a visual. Ezra, we've got more company coming in."
"We see them, too. I'm going for the fighters. Keep searching for Maketh."
"We're better equipped to handle the TIEs."
"Yes, but YOU can land faster than I can. If they need an emergency pickup it's going to have to be you or Zeb that grabs them."
Hera mentally scolded herself. Why didn't I think of that? "Alright; we'll do it your way. Just make sure we've got plenty of cover."
"Don't I always?"
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The TIEs from Alpha Squadron were prided as the most skilled and capable of all the Imperial pilots on Lothal. Most of them were combat veterans dating back to the Clone Wars and had racked up more than three hundred enemy starfighter kills between them. Omicron and Zeta Squadrons were not as experienced, but they had shown much promise in simulator runs and limited combat against enemy starfighters and thus were chosen for this mission.
Unfortunately for all three groups, a YT-1930 was not a starfighter.
The Tibanna gas-powered lasers of the TIEs bounced harmlessly off of the freighter's shields, and when one of them made the mistake of flying for too long in a straight line, Sabine's turret picked them off. On more than one occasion, one flew right in front of the cockpit and Ezra opened up with both of the ion cannons, frying the fighter's electrical systems and watching sadistically as it plummeted helplessly to the ground, the pilot unable to do anything but scream in terror - or so the boy imagined - before the deadly impact.
No mercy. No forgiveness. No survivors. I will make them pay for what they've done here.
On board the Ghost, a chill ran down Kanan's spine. The Dark Side, he thought. Coming from Ezra. This isn't good. We need to get out of here before he loses control......because I don't think I could stop him if he does.
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Maketh's entourage did indeed have to fight their way across the compound. Where there had once been various fruit and shade trees that would have given them cover, there were now only scorched or blazing stumps to mark where the once-beautiful garden had been. The Stormtroopers they encountered were seemingly endless, almost as if they were appearing from nowhere. But for all the intimidation that gleaming white armor provided, it was no match for a well-placed blaster bolt or, for the scout troopers who attempted to get in close, the point of a vibroblade courtesy of one of the Theln sisters.
Once, a half-dozen decided it would be a good idea to rush them, perhaps thinking they could pin them down with suppressing fire and take them alive. A snap-shot from Maketh's grenade launcher put a very quick and brutal end to that plan.
"I'm running low on ammo," Sev announced as he dropped two more Stormtroopers.
"I think we all are," Maketh replied, dropping the spent power pack from her blaster and slapping a fresh one into the slot. "But it shouldn't be too far to the shed. Though I don't see what could be in there that would help us."
"Trust in him, my lady," the blonde Osira said. "He is the wisest of all of us and planned for this many years ago."
"I guess I don't have much choice, now do I?"
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Having marched out of the shadows of the mountains to the north of the mansion, the four-legged AT-AAs went mostly undetected by the rebel ships, focused as they were on the TIEs. The low, squat profiles of the quartet of anti-aircraft walkers were difficult for even low-flying Zeb to pick up on his scanners until it was too late.
Kallus smiled, convinced that he was, finally, going to get his revenge against the traitors that had put a black mark on his otherwise-spotless reputation. "Sigma One to all remaining TIE pilots - Evasion Pattern Delta. High altitude, wide dispersion. This rebel scum is about to have an entirely new set of problems." Once in position, he raised his gun turret, locked onto the nearest ship and fired.
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Ezra laughed as he and Sabine took down one TIE after another. He was enjoying this, and on some level he knew he shouldn't be, but for the most part he had ceased to care. The Empire had chosen once more to hurt someone important to him and he was going to hurt them back, no matter what the cost is.
Suddenly, the remainder of the fighters broke off their attack, pulling up hard and breaking off into every possible direction.
"Hah! Look at 'em, Hera! They're runnin' away!"
No sooner had he said this than his target lock warning sensor started blaring in his ear and emerald energy bolts splattered against his forward shields.
"They weren't running; they're just getting out of the way! Now move your butt - get out of the range of those guns!"
Ezra, for once, put up no argument. He pulled his freighter into a tight upward spiral, accidentally slamming into one of the remaining TIE Bombers as he did do. The TIE's solar panel sheared off and the secondary hull buckled and twisted, resulting in the ordnance inside exploding in one massive fireball. The Imperial craft tumbled to the ground in various pieces and Ezra wasn't in much better shape.
"Sithspit! Forward shields are down - Sabine, you're going to be overworked here in a minute!"
"Copy that - I'll keep them off of us while you get the shields back up."
"Setting ventral turret to auto-fire mode; probably won't hit anything but it'll give them something else to think about." He took a deep breath and started shunting engine power to his shields. "Doesn't matter how fast we are if we can't take a hit. Just hold on a little longer, Maketh. We'll be there soon."
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Hera grimaced as she saw the collision between the 1930 and the TIE. "Kanan, making a judgment call. We're gonna need help."
"If you're calling who I think you're calling...."
"I am and there's nothing you can do to change my mind." She switched on her long-range communications, scrambled it with a triple-layer encryption and began her transmission. "Harbinger to Fulcrum - Code Red. Need immediate reinforcements....and extraction."
"Extraction?" Kanan asked. "What are you doing, Hera?"
"We can't do any more good here, Kanan. We've been compromised and people are being hurt because of us. For the good of the citizens....we have to leave Lothal."
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A few light-years away, Hera's message was picked up by a very bored communications officer aboard a small ship, monitoring a particular frequency, exactly as he had been doing for seemingly-endless months since he had been given his orders. He was lightly dozing, chair tipped back on its rear legs, feet propped up on the console, when the alert sounded.
Picking himself and his chair off of the deck, he slammed his palm down on the flashing button and listened to the distress call. Fumbling to put his comm headset on, he pressed a switch and spoke. "General, we got that signal you were expecting." He listened for a few moments, then replied, "Roger. Sending instructions to the other ships. We'll get them out of there."
The ship's engines powered up as its course was set. The two vessels flanking it were not far behind, the trio leaping into hyperspace almost simultaneously.
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Maketh, Sev and the Theln sisters reached the shed with little further difficulty, though their blaster packs were depleted and Maketh had run out of grenades. "Well, we're here. Now what did you have in mind?" the ex-Minister asked as Sev removed his helmet and pulled out a small remote.
"Just watch." Pressing the buttons in an obviously-well-practiced sequence, Sev allowed himself a small grin as the small shed split in two and the halves lifted away on well-concealed trap doors. Beneath the facade was a small hangar, just big enough for one craft.
"Well, I'll be...a Skipray. I didn't realize they were in full production yet. You really are full of surprises today." Maketh swung her legs over the side and grasped the ladder leading down into the bay, grateful that their ordeal would soon be over. The five piled into the craft, which Sev had obviously had to skim a fair bit off of the Minister's operations budget to purchase so discreetly. The Clone settled into the pilot's chair and Maketh took up the co-pilot's seat. Tyla sat in the control bubble for the laser cannons and Osira took over control of the ion cannons while Liora snapped up the communications headset and put it on. Maketh spied a simple gray flight suit, complete with boots, gloves, helmet and emergency air supply, in a box tucked between the seats, then shucked her now-useless equipment harness and began to dress.
"Well, Lothal was a nice home for a while, but I suppose all good things must come to an end." Maketh looked to her friend, who turned out to be much more than he appeared. "I have a new home waiting for me anyway, with a pair of very amenable roommates." Eying the familiar Seinar control panel in front of her, she flipped a few switches which turned control of the port-side concussion missile launcher and starboard-side proton torpedo launcher to her station.
"Aye; those kids may be unpredictable, but they're loyal. And trust me when I tell you how important that is. Liftoff in five...four....three...two...one."
The Skipray Blastboat eased itself out of the hangar and took off into the night. Two TIE Fighters detected the launch and moved to investigate. A quick burst from the guns saw them reduced to molten fireballs and the refugees made their escape.
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Hera's scanners beeped as a new blip appeared. "Picking up a ship lifting off from the compound; sensor profile looks like a Blastboat, newer model than anything I've seen." Another beep, this time from the communications console. "They're hailing us."
"This is the private vessel of Minister-in-Exile Maketh Tua; we are escaping the attack on the Minister's mansion and request escort out of the Lothal system."
Hera recognized the voice as one of Maketh's handmaidens, though she couldn't pick out exactly which of the three. The girls usually made themselves scarce when Maketh had guests so Hera had only seen them a handful of times. "We copy you; how can I be assured the Minister is on board?"
A deep, heavily accented voice - a voice she remembered from her childhood on Ryloth - said "Because Fulcrum would be very upset if she wasn't."
And that is when Hera pieced it all together. "Roger; we'll escort you out.....but damnit, I had better get some very good answers to a lot of questions after this."
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For such an ungainly-looking ship, the Blastboat was handling itself quite well. Sev had pulled it up alongside the YT-1930 and together the two ships had decimated the TIE squadrons, leaving only a handful of scattered survivors. Maketh's aim with the warhead launchers was equally deadly, each of her four torpedoes and eight missiles accounting for an AT-ST and completely eliminating the entire squadron. Needless to say, Ezra was quite impressed.
"That's a mighty fine ship you got yourself, Maketh."
"Not as fancy as yours, I fear, but it is getting the job done."
"Once we've got room to breathe, I'm going for the anti-air guns. We can't escape as long as they're here."
"I copy; my gunners will make sure you have a clear shot. May the Force be with you."
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Kallus was irritated by the appearance of the Blastboat. He had known the Minister had an escape ship hidden on her premises - after all, what government official worth their rank wouldn't have one? - but having something so well-armed and durable was unexpected.
Unexpected, but not invincible. "Sigma Group, target the new unfriendly. Maximum firepower."
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Sabine and Ezra were overjoyed that Maketh had made it out. They were still struggling with the shields of the YT-1930, but were in little immediate danger as long as the energy to the blasters held out. Ezra's Force aura, much to Kanan's relief, had calmed and the boy was no longer fueled by raw anger.
Directly below them, Zeb had taken out the last of the AT-DPs and was now trying unsuccessfully to pierce the thicker armor of their squat, four-legged cousins.
"Kid, I suggest we get outta here fast. We don't have the firepower to take these guys down. Not if we wanna be intact enough to break orbit - not to mention the blockade."
Ezra blinked. "What blockade?"
"C'mon - ya can't be that stupid. Do ya think the Empire would do all this and not blockade the planet to keep us from escaping?"
"Right - good point. I've just about got my shields up and we've got four missiles left. Should be good to go once we can rendezvous with Maketh."
"Ezra, whatever we're doing, we'd better do it fast. Those new walkers are repositioning themselves....I think they're going after....."
Dozens of green bolts slammed into the Skipray before Sabine could finish her sentence. She watched in horror as the shields buckled and collapsed under the strain, followed by the hull exploding outward into little more than shrapnel.
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"Mayday! Mayday! We've been hit! We are going down. I repeat - we are going down!" Sev yelled into the comm system as he tried futilely to keep the Blastboat stable. "Minister, shunt all power to shields."
"But without engines, we'll..."
"We're already without engines. Maybe if we get shields back up we won't die!"
Maketh flipped the appropriate switches, watching her gauges as engines, weapons, life-support and gravity control slowly drained to nothing while the meter showing shield power slowly creep up to barely fifty percent. "You've got it, but it isn't much."
"Blast! Reactor must've been hit. Brace for impact - I'm putting everything we've got forward."
"Why forward?"
"Because the front crashes first - think it through!"
As Sev started to push the ship's nose down, Maketh saw one other control on her board. One that apparently had a power source isolated from the main reactor. Acting on pure gut feeling, she flipped the polarity to reverse and slammed the activation switch.
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The once-proud Skipray angled downward, shields barely holding together, and Ezra and Sabine could only watch as the vessel plowed into the ground. When the dust cleared, the ship was lodged at the end of a very long trench, its metal hull twisted, buckled and smoking, but appearing mostly intact.
Sabine let out a sigh of relief when the dorsal hatch blew away and a figure in gray armor climbed out, waving to them.
"Zeb, I think they made it. Can you swing in for a pickup?"
"That I can, girlie; that I can." The Phantom banked hard and came in low, landing gear already down.
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Sev helped the Theln sisters crawl out of the wreckage as the small shuttle came in for a landing. "Did you get the Minister's harness loose?"
Liora shook her head. "Her harness is locked and our vibroblades were destroyed in the crash. We don't have anything that can cut through it without injuring her." She blinked as a large, powerful Lasat left the shuttle and quickly crossed the distance to them.
"Alright, then - I've got orders to take you lot and get off this blasted rock, so let's go."
Sev pointed down. "The Minister is trapped and we can't get her out."
"I've got it. Hold this," Zeb replied, tossing his bo-rifle to the Clone. "Been a while since I saw one o' you; not since the Seps tried to strip-mine Lasan and enslave us to make more o' their blasted droids."
"I remember; I was there. With the Commandos. Couldn't very well let those clankers destroy such fine soldiers."
"I think I'm gonna like you," Zeb said as he dropped into the Blastboat.
He saw Maketh immediately, unconscious and bleeding from a wound to her right temple. The padded plasteel harness had done its job of keeping her in her seat, but the release button was jammed and refused to let go.
The Lasat remedied this by simply breaking the back of the chair loose from the seat and hauling it, with the Minister attached, through the hatch.
"Well.....got to say I wouldn't have thought of that," Sev said, scratching his chin.
"Never was much one for thinkin', m'self. I was always more of man o' action."
"Whatever works. Now, let's get out of here!"
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When the Blastboat went down, Kallus turned the controls of his AT-AA over to his lieutenant and opened the rear hatch. Climbing onto the speeder bike crammed in amongst the extra ordnance, he rocketed out of the walker and wheeled around towards the downed ship.
Activating his commlink, he spoke to his only remaining TIE pilot. "Beta One, are you still armed?"
"Fully loaded, sir; I held onto my payload as ordered."
"Excellent. Take those 'special packages' of yours and head to the coordinates I gave you in the briefing. There's an encampment there full of rebels and I don't want any reinforcements arriving."
"Yes, sir; consider it destroyed."
Out of the corner of his eye, Kallus saw the Bomber wheel off to the east, unmolested by the freighters in their mission to take out the AT-AAs. He licked his lips and cranked the throttle wide open.
Today....it ends.
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The Theln sisters were already up the Phantom's ramp when the speeder bike approached. Zeb's eyes narrowed as he saw Agent Kallus dismount the vehicle, stolen bo-rifle slung across his back.
"Well, well, well; we meet again, my furry friend," the Imperial said. "This time you will not have the luxury of escaping with your life." He drew his weapon and struck a guarded fighting stance.
"We'll see about that!" Zeb armed his own bo-rifle and charged.
The warriors clashed as Sev put Maketh down on the ground. Her eyes slowly flickered open and she asked "Where...are we...?"
"Back on the surface, thanks to you. What did you do?"
"Saw the controls for the tractor beam - reversed it."
"Clever girl."
"Not clever enough....I couldn't save us."
"You did, ma'am. I'm alive, you're alive, the sisters are alive...all because of you."
She shook her head. "No....I failed. I didn't save....all of us." Tears began flowing freely from her eyes.
This exchange was unseen by the two eternal enemies as they fought. One was calm, carefully selecting each move and reacting skillfully to his opponent's attacks. The other was angry, brutish and striking out with power rather than skill. It would not require a tactical genius to discern which would emerge victorious.
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"Hera, the last TIE is running! I'm taking him down!"
"Let him go - we have to get our people and leave! We've got an opening while they're not shooting! Take out the walkers NOW!"
Reluctantly, Ezra reversed his course and armed his concussion missiles. Four shots later the anti-aircraft vehicles were so much molten slag. "Walkers eliminated - let's get out of here." He swung the YT-1930 around towards the Phantom's location.
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Kallus heard the explosions but ignored them. The day was already won - whether the freighters got away was inconsequential. He had the real prize a few meters away. She was his ticket off of Lothal and onto Coruscant. And from there....well, the sky was the limit.
All that stood in his way was one single Lasat.
Deciding the time was ripe to end the conflict, he feinted left, then right with the staff, then drove his knee upwards inbetween the legs of his opponent.
Zeb was taken, briefly, off of his feet by the blow, his own weapon falling from his hands. Repeated strikes from Kallus drove him back against the hull of the Blastboat.
"And now I finish what I started...." Kallus said as he raised the bo-rifle.
Zeb's response was to spit in the Imperial's eye.
"Stubborn, even at the end. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little charming. But now.....you will die."
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Sensing rather than seeing what was about to happen, Ezra knew he had to act. Knowing the cannons would risk damaging the hostages and the Phantom, he did the only thing he could think to do. He brought the YT-1930 directly over the combatants and opened a pair of small floor hatches, normally used by mouse droids as an airlock to examine the outer hull in deep space without venting the cockpit's atmosphere. Today, it was going to save a life. Keeping the freighter steady with one hand, he dropped the small object through the hatch with the other.
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Zeb only had a moment to react. The freighter parking right above them momentarily distracted Kallus and the Imperial didn't see the oddly-shaped object that fell right into Zeb's open hand. He had never before used such a device, but he knew how it worked in principal and he pressed the activator stud.
Kallus' head snapped around at the snap-hiss just in time to see the flash of blue light across his vision. The next - and last - thing the Imperial saw was his own headless torso dropping to the ground.
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Hera, Sabine, Sev, Ezra and Kanan all let out cheers of joy as they saw Kallus go down. Zeb bent down and took the bo-rifle from the dead man's hands, raising it and Ezra's lightsaber over his head in victory. The few remaining Imperials decided discretion was the better part of valor and began to retreat as the freighters landed and formed a barrier between them and the grounded rebels.
Maketh continued to weep.
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Maketh was cut free of the seat back, courtesy of Ezra's lightsaber, and placed in a bunk on the YT-1930, joined by the triplets. Zeb docked the Phantom with the Ghost once more and the freighters lifted off, going ballistic in their haste to leave the atmosphere. Through her viewport, the Minister saw her home burning and found that it no longer bothered her. I have lost far more than my home this day, she thought. I will have to tell them, but now is not the time. They have too much else on their minds.
As Ezra locked in his course and Sev took over the ventral gun turret, the young Jedi noticed something at the edge of his vision. "Hera...do you see what I see? Column of smoke....to the east...."
"I.....I see it."
"It can't be..."
"It is.....they burned Tarkintown."
"The TIE....the one we let get away...."
"You had no choice! If you had followed him we might all be dead right now. I don't like this any more than you do, but this is just more proof of why the Empire needs to be stopped!"
"I...I know....I just...."
"I know. You want to save everyone. But you can't. Sometimes there is no right choice. You just have to hope you haven't made the wrong one."
As soon as the ships broke free of the atmosphere, they were greeted with an Imperator-class Star Destroyer, two Dreadnought-class cruisers and three Nebulon-B-class frigates, all of which were launching fighters.
"Everyone, strap yourselves in," Ezra said. "This is gonna get bumpy. Urik, or whatever your name is, get to the ventral turret."
"Yes, sir."
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The three ships came out of hyperspace behind the Imperial lines. "Well, this is a fine mess," the captain of the lead ship said. "Outnumbered, outclassed and outgunned."
"So, a typical sortie, then, Captain Antilles?"
The captain smirked. "Remind me to give a lecture on the proper place of humor on the bridge, Lieutenant. And arm weapons."
"Yes, sir."
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Hera's comm board lit up. "This is Captain Antilles of the Sundered Heart calling Harbinger. Do you read?"
"Harbinger here; we're ready to get out of here when you are."
"My ships can distract them but not for long; it's going to be up to you to get beyond the planet's gravity well and make the jump to hyperspace."
"Don't worry about us; we can handle it."
"I hope so; they don't even manufacture the ships I brought with me anymore. Hard to replace."
"You can bill me for any damages. Harbinger out." As she dodged a flurry of blaster bolts, she caught a glimpse of the heavily-modified CR90 Corvette, flanked by an Acclamator-class cruiser, its IFF code being broadcast as the Liberator, and its bigger brother, the Venator-class, identified as the Vigilance. I just hope this is enough....
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The ragtag group of ships took the Imperial blockade by surprise. They had been told to expect an escape attempt from the surface, but the cruisers dropping in from behind were making them split their forces. One Dreadnought and two of the frigates were wheeling around to deal with the newcomers, which forced the Star Destroyer to cover a much wider area with its guns and TIEs. It wasn't much of an opening. Anyone would have been crazy to still try and get through.
It was fortunate for the Lothal rebels that 'crazy' summed them all up nicely.
The YT-1930 plowed ahead, ion cannons cutting a path in front while Sev and Sabine were working overtime in the turrets to keep the fighters from overwhelming them while Ezra tried to find a way around the massive Star Destroyer without getting vaporized. The Ghost banked off to port, trying to use the smaller frigate as cover against the giant ship. Meanwhile, a squadron of Z-95 Headhunters launched from the Acclamator accompanied by the Venator's Y-Wings with the Sundered Heart leading the way, shields forward and guns blazing.
Individually, TIEs were little more than an annoyance; every rebel ship was shielded and able to shrug off their laser bolts, then return fire with explosive results. The sheer number of TIEs, however, combined with the plentiful, and much deadlier, turbolaser fire from the larger ships made for a very bad day. The Y-Wings could take a lot of abuse, but their lack of maneuverability meant that they were soaking up weapons fire like sponges.
"Gold Leader to Gold Squadron, put everything you have into shields. These buckets won't go anywhere fast no matter what we do, so make sure you get to the target and deliver the payload in one piece." A chorus of affirmatives echoed through his comm. "Vigilance, we are go to begin our attack run on your orders."
"Gold Leader, you are weapons-free. Fire when you have target lock."
Ezra's eyes went wide when he saw the multiple salvos of warheads, their violet auras standing out vividly against the starscape, fly out from the dozen bombers and slam into the Star Destroyer. The first few hit the shields and the young Jedi thought they would all simply splash off harmlessly, but then the readout on his instrument panel changed. First the capital ship's shields went offline, allowing the rest of the warheads through. Then the engines went down, followed by weapons. Then the main computer and artificial gravity. Finally, life support. For all its might, the mighty Imperial starship was now so much dead weight.
There was much celebrating over the rebel comm network as they saw the huge ship start to list, then slowly angle downward towards Lothal as the planet's gravity well began to pull it in. With the larger ship out of the way, Ezra kicked his rudder hard and snapped the freighter around, flying right in front of the Destroyer's bridge tower and away from the conflict. As he did this, the two Dreadnoughts quickly reassessed the threat levels of the rebel ships and immediately reoriented themselves, focusing fire on the Y-Wings. Durable as they were, the aging bombers just could not stand up to the sustained turbolaser fire and nine of the craft were soon reduce to so much debris spinning through space.
As if she knew what he boy was thinking, Hera piped in over his comm. "Keep it together, kid; I don't like it any more than you do, but they did their job so we can escape. They knew this risks, but they also knew how important it is that we get Maketh away from here. I'll be right behind you as soon as I can get clear of this frigate. Get ready to make your hyperspace jump and we'll mourn them when we have time."
"Alright.....plotting jump now."
The Liberator had moved in, its Z-95s mopping up TIEs while the cruiser focused fire on one of the frigates that was harassing the Ghost and Sundered Heart, tearing through its shields and ripping into the stern. A salvo of warheads found their way through a hull breach and blew apart the main reactor, turning the ship into a rapidly-expanding fireball. With two ships missing from the blockade, the rebels were able to punch a hole in the fighter screens and gain the much-needed breathing room to regroup, then jump into hyperspace.
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"So, Captain Ozzel, you are telling me that we lost three platoons of Stormtroopers, our entire compliment of walkers, five squadrons of fighters and a frigate and my Star Destroyer will be out of commission for most of a solar cycle?"
"I'm afraid so, Governor Tarkin. The damage to the starship's systems was extensive. Whatever those warheads were, they attacked the electrical components without harming the superstructure, similar to an ion cannon but far more potent. Replacing the affected circuits will be time-consuming, though we are making life-support and engines the priority. We currently have several tugs holding the ship in place with tractor beams to keep it from entering the atmosphere."
"I suppose you have done everything you can, given the circumstances. The rebels certainly were better-equipped than we thought. Have you informed the Emperor?"
"I took the liberty, sir. I am being recalled to Coruscant for an inquiry and reassignment. I only regret that I could not serve you better."
"I am sure that you will be cleared of wrongdoing and go on to serve the Empire on a much grander stage than this pathetic backwater planet."
The captain saluted, then turned on his heel and left the office. Tarkin turned to look out the window, the plume of black smoke from the refugee settlement the only thing to bring him any sort of pleasure. "You have made a powerful enemy this day, Minister. Enjoy your petty victory while it lasts."
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The small fleet came out of hyperspace just outside of the Taris star system, chosen for its distance from the major trade routes and lack of Imperial presence. It made a decent, if temporary, place for the Z-95s and the remainder of Gold Squadron to rejoin their command ships. The Ghost and the YT-1930 docked with Vigilance, Hera being the first out of her ship to check on Maketh.
She found the woman sitting at the dining table in the common room, Sabine and Ezra on either side of her. The blonde was weeping uncontrollably and her lovers were doing their best to comfort her.
"What's wrong? Is she that upset over the garden?"
Ezra shot her a cold, angry stare and was about to say something when Sabine put her hand over his. "Calm down, Ezra; she doesn't know."
"I don't know what?"
Maketh answered, her voice obviously strained. "The crash....the baby...."
"No....it can't be...."
"I'm afraid it is; I checked her with the medical scanner. The baby is gone." Sabine replied.
When Kanan, Chopper, Zeb, Sev and the Theln triplets joined them a moment later, all was silent. One of their own had been lost to the Empire before even having the barest chance at life.
Finally, Maketh spoke again. "Kallus.....this is his doing. He murdered my baby..."
Zeb put a hand on her shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, he won't be harming anyone ever again."
"I know...and I thank you. But it won't bring back my child."
Kanan sighed. "I suppose this might be the wrong time to say this, but...Maketh....I can still feel the Force coming from you."
Ezra blinked. "How is that possible? You shouldn't be able to sense the baby if...."
"I don't think I am sensing the baby, Ezra. It's not the same as before - it's much weaker - but the Force is still radiating from Maketh. The same as it does from you."
"Wait a minute," Hera said. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"Yes, it does," said a female voice from behind them. Turning towards the entry arch, the group saw an orange-skinned female Togruta with blue-and-white head tails falling down below her shoulders. "You know of me as Fulcrum, but my name is Ahsoka Tano, former Padawan of the Jedi Order."
"You're a Jedi? But I thought Kanan was the only one left..." Ezra said, bewildered.
"A few of us survived, scattered by necessity. We knew that one day it would be necessary to come out of hiding, train new Apprentices and overthrow the Emperor. But none of us knows the location, or even identity, of any others. What we do know is, unfortunately, also known by Imperial Intelligence."
Sabine's eyes narrowed. "Is that why your people were watching Maketh? Because she can use the Force?"
"We didn't discover that until later. Some of the reports we received from Sev about the way she negotiated - as if she knew what her opponent was thinking - led us to have him discreetly take a blood sample. I ran a midichlorian count on it and it was over ten thousand - well above the level required to harness the Force the way Jedi do." She looked at Ezra. "And yes, we charted yours, as well, and the count was roughly the same. And it only adds more sadness onto the loss of your child, for which you have my deepest sympathies."
"Thank you," Maketh said. "It will take some time before I'm ready to accept all of this, however."
"Of course; take all the time you need. We will be here for a few days while we arrange memorial services for the pilots we lost." Then she turned to Hera. "For now, though, I think we could all use a distraction from recent events. Hera, I believe you told me a few things about your man that seemed rather....hard to believe. I wish to see these 'gifts' for myself. I'll be on your ship." Ahsoka turned around, seemingly showing off her backside in the form-fitting tights she wore, and exited the ship.
".......And here I thought this day couldn't get any longer..." Kanan said.
"Look on the bright side," Hera said, already stripping off her top, "at least this won't be boring."
Zeb shook his head as the group filed out of the YT-1930. "I need a stiff drink....."
Maketh couldn't help but giggle a little. "That Togruta certainly doesn't waste time. Though you'll understand if I do not wish to emulate her...at least, not right away."
Ezra and Sabine nodded. "Take all the time you need," the girl said. "We'll be waiting for you."
"Now, don't hold yourselves back on my account. I'll use one of the bunks until I'm feeling up to joining you. And Ezra?"
"Yes?"
"The rules don't apply anymore. I'm no longer a Minister and it's clear we are going to need more Jedi in the future. And I still want to be the mother of your child." With that, she got up and went back to her bunk, joined by the triplets.
"I apologize for not telling you everything when we first met, but you must understand the importance of secrecy." Sev said.
"It's alright," Ezra replied. "It's nice to know that all of the Clones weren't traitors to the Jedi."
"There are more of us than the Empire would admit."
"Are you going to continue guarding Maketh?"
Sev shook his head. "General Tano will likely reassign me. Now that the Minister is a criminal and a political refugee, she's going to require more high-profile protection. And if she decides to become a Jedi, well, then my services definitely won't be required any longer. I trust her welfare in your hands."
That's when it dawned on Ezra. "You love her...don't you?"
"You're sharp, kid. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. And no, I will never tell her. Our lives are complicated enough, and you two have captured her heart. It is better if I just move on."
Sabine nodded. "A noble gesture. You may rest assured that our lips are sealed. Good luck on your next assignment, soldier."
Sev saluted. "And good luck to you; I have a feeling you will need it." He then left the two alone.
"I don't know about you," Sabine said, "but all that action got me a little....'worked up'."
"You read my mind, Sabine. But it doesn't feel right...after all we've lost."
"I beg to differ. It may be a small thing, but it's a way we can show the Empire that they can't get to us; they can't stop us from living our lives. Now, more than ever, we need to prove that we will continue to be defiant."
"Good philosophy.....I'll meet you in our quarters."
"Don't keep me waiting too long," Sabine said, already shucking her armor as she exited the common room.
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Aboard the Ghost, Hera and Ahsoka had divested themselves of their clothing and were entwined on the bed in front of Kanan, who couldn't believe this was happening again. Watching his woman pleasured by another, especially one as admittedly attractive as Ahsoka, was both exciting and terrifying for him. Deep down, he feared that he would eventually not be good enough for her and that she would leave him for another. He recalled seeing her with Maketh, with Sabine and even with Ezra and hoped that they had not opened a can of worms that could not be closed again.
Hera was thinking none of this. All she could think of was the Togruta's head between her legs and the wonderful things her tongue was doing. She stroked the girl's lekku, so similar to her own while being so different, and not for the first time was glad she had met this girl on Ryloth during the latter days of the Clone Wars. The nights they had shared, both in Hera's home and camping out under the stars, had ignited a fire within the Twi'Lek that could never be put out.
Despite the time that had passed since their last meeting, Ahsoka had not forgotten any of Hera's sensitive spots. The Togruta had her tongue pushed as far into the other woman as she could get it while trapping her clit with two fingers, rolling and pinching it between them. It did not take long at all for the Twi'Lek to reach her peak. She cried out and locked her legs around Ahsoka's head, riding out her orgasm before laying back on the bed, a smile on her face.
"Still a screamer, I see," Ahsoka said, licking her lips.
"Nothing...compared to Sabine..." Hera replied.
"Might have to see if I can get in on that sometime. She looks like fun."
"You'll have to fight Ezra and Maketh for her; I think the three of them have become rather attached to one another." Kanan said.
"You know what the Jedi said about attachment," Ahsoka said, smirking.
"I know, and it worries me."
"I was joking. Now, get over here and 'attach' yourself to me. I haven't been with a fellow Jedi in a long time."
Kanan blinked. "You didn't just say that..."
"Let's just say using the Force and fighting with a lightsaber aren't the only things my Master taught me." The predatory look she was giving him was frightening.
"I don't know....it was one thing with Maketh....but this is all so sudden...."
The Togruta grabbed him with the Force and yanked him to the bed, pulling his tunic and pants off before straddling him. "When a woman says she wants you to get your clothes off and get on the bed, usually men are quick to oblige. And once upon a time, from what I understand, so did you. Did one woman change you that much?" She studied him a moment. "No....not her. Your love for her. You're afraid of betraying her....and of her leaving you. And you need to learn to guard your thoughts better."
"Love...attachment...they are forbidden for a Jedi...."
"But you allow yourself to have them anyway, so don't give me that excuse. The Order doesn't exist anymore and we are in desperate need of repopulation. I don't think we need to apply the old rules now."
Hera reached over and stroked his chest. "C'mon, love; show her why I can't get enough of you."
The reassuring, loving look in her eyes convinced him to give in. Lifting Ahsoka by her hips, he repositioned himself and plunged into her hairless mound in one stroke. Her back arched as his length settled deep within her, filling her in ways she hadn't been in years. The Togruta very quickly took over the pace, riding Kanan for all she was worth. For his part, Kanan learned that abstaining for years can make a woman very tight and he was doing his best to not blow his load too quickly.
"That's it...give it to me.....I need more...." Ahsoka was saying as she rode him, clapping his hands to her breasts. It was hard to resist the firm, fleshy globes and Kanan started kneading and massaging them, occasionally playing with the dusky brown nipples, which made her moan even louder. Both of them were so engrossed in pleasure that neither saw Hera slip off the bed, nor did they see her open a storage locker next to the bed.
From Kanan's point of view, he saw Ahsoka stop moving, saw her eyes go wide and felt another pair of legs brushing against his. From Ahsoka's, she felt something long, thick and hard being pushed into her rectum. Looking back, they saw Hera with a devilish smirk on her face and a phallic object strapped to her groin, more than half of it firmly embedded in Ahsoka.
"Been a while since I used this on you, hasn't it? If I recall, it was when we were on Corellia....that was fun little trip.....shall we give him the details?"
Ahsoka grimaced. "Need-to-know basis....and right now nobody needs to know."
"As you wish," Hera said as she shoved the rest of the dildo into her lover. Ahsoka began to move again and the three developed a rhythm; Hera pulled out as Kanan thrust in, then went in as he pulled out. The smaller dildo inside the harness massaged her insides and the rounded nub resting atop it stimulated her clitoris with every thrust, meaning she was getting as as good as she gave. Her hands soon joined Kanan's in playing with Ahsoka's breasts and her lips and teeth were leaving multiple marks on the other woman's neck. It was less then ten minutes before their motions became less controlled and the trio was breathing quite heavily.
Hera was the first to get off, still being sensitive from Ahsoka's earlier ministrations. She plunged her dildo as deeply into the Togruta as she could, which in turn forced Ahsoka all the way down onto Kanan. The Jedi could hold it in no longer and spilled his seed into his new lover, which triggered her climax. They stayed locked together for some time before Hera disengaged from Ahsoka and rolled onto the mattress, unbuckling her harness and letting it drop to the floor. Ahsoka rolled off of Kanan, placing him between the two women.
"This is going to get exhausting...." was all he could say.
"But worthwhile, I think," Ahsoka replied. "Despite how much fun it is, I was serious about repopulating the Jedi. We're going to need all the help we can get when it comes time to make our move against the Emperor. That's why the trip to Corellia was so important."
"I thought was was need-to-know," Hera said.
"It is, and I haven't told him anything you didn't already let slip. We will tell him, when it is time." She reached for the crumpled bed sheet and pulled it over the three of them. "But now...I just want to enjoy being between the two of you."
The women were asleep in moments, but Kanan had trouble dozing off. Things in his life were changing so fast that he wasn't sure he could keep up, and despite her relationship with Hera - which did explain why the Twi'Lek was so nonchalant about letting Maketh join them in bed, he reflected - he wasn't entirely sure he could trust Ahsoka. He knew why she had left the Jedi before Order 66 came down, or at least what the Masters had told everyone about why she left, and if even half of it was true he wasn't sure she was a safe person to let hang around - no matter how great the sex was.
These thoughts and others kept him awake for more than an hour.
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Things were not nearly so quiet aboard the YT-1930. In the thankfully-soundproofed captain's quarters, Sabine was on her hands and knees on the bed, dressed in her slave girl costume, the rear portion of the shimmersilk skirt flipped up and resting across her back. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed posts, a blindfold tied tightly around her eyes and a ball gag stuffed into her mouth. From her collar trailed a small chain, the other end of which was held tightly in Ezra's hand as he plowed into her teenage pussy from behind. The gag muffled her screams somewhat, but it was still obvious whenever she climaxed, which was happening more frequently then usual. As soon as she would come down from one another would overtake her.
"You just can't get enough, can you? The more you get, the hotter you are. You're just addicted to cock and you don't care where it's coming from." Ezra raised his free hand and brought it down hard on her bare cheek, leaving a distinctive red print on her flesh. She cried out through the gag, trying to speak. "Nonono; you don't get to talk. You're just my little toy, to play with as I please. Do you understand me?" She tried to answer, but was cut off by Ezra jerking the chain back suddenly. "I just said you don't talk. Now, do you understand?" Sabine nodded this time. "Good. I'm glad you understand your place."
He reached up and unbuckled the bikini top, tossing it onto the floor and letting her firm, young tits hang free before doing the same with the skirt. "You don't need these any more; clothes are too good for a little slut like you. All you're good for is a good fuck anyway, so why even bother getting dressed?" She shivered and screamed into the gag as she orgasmed again, the dirty talk doing just as much as her husband's movements. "You really are shameless.....I treat you like garbage and you get off on it.....pitiful." Using the Force, he released the clasps on her bracelets and anklets, allowing them to fall to the floor, still tied to the bed. He flipped Sabine over and yanked the blindfold off, followed by the ball gag. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm a shameless slut, Master; I'm sorry for displeasing you."
"I never said you displeased me, now did I?"
"No, Master.....I apologize for my mistake."
"You may apologize by servicing me." He pulled out of her, much to her disappointment, and lay back on the bed. "Mouth only, no hands. And if you touch yourself you will be punished. Understand me, slave?"
Sabine nodded before getting on her knees and taking him into her mouth, savoring the taste of her juices on his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, flicking her tongue across the sensitive underside and crown. His moans and sighs told her she was doing well, and just when she figured he could stand no more, she took one hand and began playing with her smooth cunt.
Ezra noticed immediately and pushed her off of him. She landed on her backside on the floor of the cabin, looking up at her husband. "I told you not to touch yourself, didn't I?"
"I couldn't help it, Master...I was just..."
"I didn't ask you what you were thinking!" He left the bed and loomed over her. "I asked you what I said!"
"You said not to touch myself, Master."
"So why did you disobey me???" He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her stomach, her hard nipples tingling against the cold deck plates. "I guess I need to discipline you more. Then you'll learn to listen properly!"
Ezra started spanking her. First one cheek, then the other. His strikes were hard enough that his own hands were tingling with each one, and the redder her ass got, the more Sabine moaned in pleasure. Eventually, she was orgasming each time he struck her. I still don't completely understand why she enjoys this, but who am I to judge? he thought.
"That's enough - it's clear you like this too much." He stood up and yanked Sabine to her feet, then shoved her back towards the bed. "I'll just have to resort to other measures." He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to bend over the bed, then shoved his still-hard member into her dripping cunt. For the next five minutes, Ezra plowed into her for all he was worth, his crotch slapping her swollen cheeks with every thrust, and from her screams he could tell she was experiencing one long, constant orgasm and he was not far behind.
When he finally spilled his seed into her, Sabine's walls clamped down on him so hard that he was afraid it would never come off. After what seemed like an eternity, she relaxed and slumped onto the bed, exhausted. Ezra pulled his now-limp shaft from her and gently laid her on the mattress. He unclipped the collar from around her neck and lay it on the bedside table before climbing in after her and pulling the sheets over them.
"You were wonderful as always, my husband," Sabine said, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"I'm just worried I'm going to go too far one of these days; I don't want hurt you."
"I'll tell you if that happens, but I don't think it will. You said it yourself - the worse you are, the hotter it is for me. So I doubt you'll ever actually be able to hurt me that badly."
"I hope you're right. Because I couldn't live with myself if I did."
The two were asleep shortly after. Sabine dreamed of living happily with Ezra and Maketh, on a world where no Empire could touch them and they could raise their family in peace. Ezra saw only jumbled visions; a strange forest of alien trees and giant mushrooms filled with predatory creatures, a dingy, dirty city built vertically as well as horizontally, a desert world inhabited by cloaked humanoids, and a seemingly-endless ocean filled with massive fish, seen from below. What they meant, he had no idea, and though he would never admit it, it scared him to find out.
In the cockpit, the IFF transponder blinked as it came online. Ezra had been forced to take it offline and reset it when he reprogrammed it with the ship's new name. But now, anyone scanning the freighter would see a single word broadcast instead of the manufacturer's designation number:
Defiant.
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And there we have it; Ménage à Tua is finally finished. I'm going to take a short break before I start on the next story, but I hope you have enjoyed what I've written so far. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated - even if you didn't like the story; I would at least like to know why, after all.
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