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Ghost in Need	By : msparx Category: +S through Z > Star Wars Rebels Views: 26072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own Star Wars: Rebels, or the characters portrayed, and make no money from this submission

Chapter List
- 1-When the Ghosts Are Away
- 2-The Right Ghost for the Job
- 1
- 2
More chapters to come, stay tuned. And as always, read, comment, rate, but overall, enjoy :)

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Every day seemed like the one before, blending together into a tapestry of dull inactivity. At least, on days when they weren’t being chased by the Empire, or stealing supplies, or getting into aerial dogfights they were lucky to come out of in one piece. But once all that was over, the crew of the Ghost quickly became bored with their other usual routines.
Today was no different. At the table in the common area sat Garazeb Orrelios and Sabine Wren. The hulking Lasat was tinkering with his bo-rifle, occasionally aiming smacks at Chopper as the astromech interrupted his concentration, while the Mandalorian girl added new embellishments to her armor.
Kanan Jarrus and Ezra Bridger stood off in a corner, the latter on his hands rather than his feet, the former delivering a constant stream of admonishments to, “focus,” and “reach out to the Force.” Every so often, however, the younger man would wobble slightly, his eyes popping open as he tried to regain his balance.
It was into this that Hera Syndulla descended the stairs, holding a small datapad in one hand. She surveyed her crew, her gaze hardening slightly when it fell on the two Jedi initiates. Smoothing her face, she entered the room.
“Glad to see everyone’s enjoying their day off,” she said briskly.
Zeb glanced at her, hearing the undertone of anger in her voice. “What?” he asked. “Don’t we deserve a little down-time after that last mission? We were closer than ever that time to getting fried.”
“I know,” Hera said dangerously. “I was flying, remember?” Zeb quickly went back to his work, eyes downcast.
“Speaking of which,” she continued as the rest of the crew gathered around. “We actually did take on some damage on that last run. We’ll be stuck here until I can make repairs.”
Sabine chortled. “I guess the bucket-heads are working on their aim.”
“But,” Hera continued. “I can’t make repairs without some spare parts.” She held up the datapad, and after a moment, Kanan took it from her. He blinked when he saw the hard look in her eyes when their gazes met. “I made a list, and I need all of you to go and get them,” she finished.
“All of us?” Ezra asked. “What about you?”
“I can make some minor repairs without any parts,” the Twi’lek replied. “If I can get those done first, we’ll be out of here that much faster. Assuming all of you can get me those parts,” she added.
The four crewmembers looked at one another, then shrugged, grabbed their gear, and turned to leave.
“And take Chopper with you,” Hera blurted. “He can – uh – make sure the parts are good.” She winced inwardly at the hesitation, but no one else noticed it. They gathered up the ornery droid and left the ship.

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Hera watched them go from the cargo bay, and let out a long, shaky breath. Immediately, her legs began to tremble, and she became very aware a wetness and dull throbbing from between her legs. She hastily closed the bay doors and hurried to her quarters.
She closed her door, not even bothering to lock it, and tore her clothes off so fast that anyone watching would have thought she’d used the Force. Soon enough, she stood naked, her green skin pebbling in the cooler air, and she got to work.
One hand dove between her legs, the fingers parting her pussy lips and rubbing circles on her aching clit. Hera moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Her other hand captured one of her breasts and began to knead and massage the flesh, pinching the hard nub with small jolts of pleasure.
It had been an effort to walk into that room with all of them there, and effort to keep her face smooth when just the act of walking, the soft friction of skin on skin made her want to moan. She was surprised she’d kept her composure long enough for them to leave, when all she’d wanted to do was throw Kanan to the floor and pound herself on his cock like a wanton slut.
Kanan, the thought echoed bitterly in her mind. It’s all his fault. I wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for him!
They had been seeing each other in secret almost since founding their little rebel group. At night, all the adrenaline from ripping off the oppressive Empire translated into sexual energy that made them both explode with ecstasy. It had been the best sex she’d had in her life. And then Ezra had joined.
To Kanan, finding another Force-sensitive had been an opportunity to carry on his ancient and sacred traditions. Suddenly, all of his spare time was devoted to training the young man in the ways of the Jedi, instead of servicing his girlfriend. These days, he was too distracted to completely satisfy Hera. So, she was reduced to satisfying herself.
Hera sank digits knuckle-deep in her steaming cunt and let out a ragged groan. She started a pistoning rhythm that made her knees quiver and give way. She sat there, stroking all of her most sensitive spots, panting in time to the electricity surging through her. Her other hand pinched hard on her nipple, and she cried out as she came hard. Her pussy clamped down and squirted fluids all over her fingers, her hand, and the floor. Sweat trickled down between her heaving breasts as she rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Of course, she wasn’t done. As good as it had felt, she still craved more of those delicious feelings. She wanted something other than her own fingers, but she made do with what she had. With her mind still hazy in her post-orgasmic bliss, she started once again. She had time, after all. She had seen to that.
To Be Continued
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