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"Man, what the fuck did I sleep on last night." I wondered as all I felt when I woke up was something sharp digging into my back.

When I opened my eyes I almost shat myself, turning my head to check out where I was and fuck me it wasn't a pleasant surprise. I thought that I was going to wake up in one of my mates floors, or even better some hot chicks house.

"Where in the absolute fuck am I?" I stressed, sincerely hoping I was just having some fucked up lucid dream. The rocky surroundings were bathed in a blood-red light as the sun struggled to pierce through the clouds, and bang in the middle of it all was me on some rock wondering where the fuck I am.

"Definitely not Scotland anyway" I said out loud. At this point I've no idea where I am, how I got here or what I should be doing.

Last thing I can remember was being out with the lads at the local pub having a good time since it was a Friday, I mean what else are you supposed to do when your off work for the next two days. Obviously shit got taken too far at some point since I can remember squat after a certain point, but it's not like it's the first time it happened...

First time I woke up on a different fucking planet though.

"Well shit" I grunted while rubbing my face with a hand that seemed significantly smaller than usual but bigger at the same time. Looking down at them and seeing some big ass tribal looking tattoos that were definitely never there before was weird, I've never had a tattoo before so colour me surprised when I seen my entire arm covered in them with some grey skin underneath.

"Think Lycan think" I agonized while trying my damn best to figure out what happened. After a few seconds of racking my brain I found some memories that were unquestionably not mine, full of weird shit too. Some kid that lived on some planet called Iridonia with a bunch of guys that called themselves the nightbrothers before getting yoinked with some other kids by some women to get some ritual done on them. They all had horns too.

So basically after getting took from some sort of male slave camp by the nightsister ladies, he met this shady looking mother woman before getting clocked out by a tap to the forehead. Some how the memories seem similar to something I watched a couple years back...

"No fucking way" I gawked, like seriously how can I not be surprised when I wake up in what I assume to be a galaxy far far away. As in the place where there's all sorts of futuristic tech and jedi swing lightsabers around and do mad stuff with the force. That shits all sorts of cool.

Quickly standing up I felt all over my body. Nope not in that way you pervs, since I don't have any way to see my self just now I'm trying to see if I've got any more weird bits and bobs on my body, minus the two long horns at the top of my forehead a several smaller ones round the crown of my head. That's nice and all but what's not so nice is that I'm fucking nearly 5ft ft tall, sure It's bigger compared too any other 4 year old I know but a far cry from what I'm used too.

Looking across my torso I watched as muscles that should never be on a 4 year old rippled with my every move. At least those night sisters done me a solid giving me a body like this, too bad this guy and the others died from a mind break after it was done. Not my problem anyways.

The only person I can remember seeing having this ritual done on them in star wars was Savage Opress, and after it he was a beast of a man, err well dathomirain zabrak. Guess I'll have to get used to seeing more species than humans, and not being human myself. In any case this body's jacked and I didn't even have to work out, which is a score in my books. Hope I can do all the force shit too, If Savage got some midichlorian juicing done to him through the ritual why can't I.

After flipping out for a while after that revelation I got back to the problem at hand. Not dying on this shithole called dathomir, because from what I know of this place it's that basically everything on this planet can kill you. No wonder though, anything that can kick it here has to be strong as hell or just good at surviving. Hope I don't run into any chirodactyls and bane back spiders, or even worse a rancor because no chance am I surviving that, I know this body's strong and all but I'd get munched before I could say 'another round'.

Looking around for somewhere to think about my survival plan, I headed up to the nearest rocky hill that I could use as a vantage point.

A climb and a half later I make it to the top and get a better look at dathomir, "yep total shit hole" I said. All around me was either rocks, red mist, hills made of rocks, the odd lake, some swampland and did I mention more rocks. Man this place is looking less survivable by the second, I hope this body can live without food for a while because so far I'm not seeing anything edible apart from some plant, and I can't even eat them since this body's carnivorous. What's the point in being strong as fuck if you don't have anything to eat.

Right, first plan of action, find dinner. I know where I can get water so food is the top priority, First of all I need some kind of weapon the food wont kill itself. So I being looking around for some sharp fucking rocks, what I'd do to have a lightsaber right now shame that they don't fall out the sky.

Nope. Still nothing, what bullshit is this, where's the cheats and powers I got for transmigrating for fucks sake. Transmigration's nothing like it is in all those fanfictions I read, never even got to speak to the big G before I came here. Just got dropped in a random body and left for dead on a planet filled with monsters. Didn't even get to say bye to the team and shit.

I started getting worked up dangerously quickly, so before I totally lost my cool I started taking deep breaths, repeatedly breathing in and out for a few minutes. I know I had a bit of a temper before I came here but nothing too bad. I guess that Savage was turned into rage incarnate before the ritual so he could use the darkside easier, so maybe it's the same with me. Nah probably just the stress of everything happening right now.

Suppose I'll find out if I'm prone to negative emotions soon enough, I doubt I'll be able to stay calm trying to survive here.

After spending a minute or two... or ten calming down, clenching my jaw I stand up and finally proceeded to look for some sort of weapon. I'll head in the direction of the nearest lake to get a drink of water while I'm at it.

Teeth, teeth and more teeth, I've been walking about for the best part of an hour with the sharpest stone I found and literally everything with a pulse looks like they'd tear apart a pride of lions for the laughs.

Seriously, it feels like I could punch through steel with this body but every time one of those voritor lizards my instincts scream at me. Those things are like mini godzillas, would've been proper nightmare fuel if it weren't for everything else looking hideous. Honestly how the fuck did evolution make them so horrid, thank whatever star wars gods there is I never got stuffed in a body like that.

No chance I'd get any pussy looking like that, no matter how good my game is. Who's going to want to sleep with some xenomorph looking guy, in fact scratch that. A tentacle fetish was something on earth never mind in a galaxy where that shits plausible. Fuck now the image's in my head.

Anyways after dodging monsters for what feels like ages I finally found something I could beat to death with a rock.

Pig rodents I think they were called and cripes they were ugly. These things look like a slab of meat you'd see hanging up side down in the butchers only with a rats face, tail and legs glued on it. Honestly looks far more edible than anything else I've seen, it's either the slab of rat meat or the bearded dragons on steroids back there, and I know what I'm choosing.

And so the hunt for dinner began, slowly stalking towards my prey using the surrounding rocks and few trees as cover. As I close in on dinner *cough* the group of pig rodents my breathing comes to a stop.

On the other side of the rock I'm using as cover, the pig rodents graze on what little shrubbery there is around here. Narrowly creeping round the edge of the stone till I can see the pig rodent that I'm roasting on the fire tonight.

There it is totally oblivious go its impending doom as my weapon of choice crashes into the side of its skull.

"Fuck I'm awesome" I chuckled while standing on top of the fallen creature, while the rest of its herd scurries away into the distance.

The rodent pig that I clattered was the biggest and fattest of the group so the meat off it should do me a couple of days before ruining.

So foods secured next steps getting it the fuck away from all the creatures living here, nearly every species is carnivorous, even me. Swiveling my head to scan the surrounding area for any prick that might try and steal my catch, I see none.

Fast as I can I haul the corpse too a small dead ended cave in a nearby mountain I saw while I was hunting. Dragging the pig rodent's body over the pebbles at the entrance my nostril are hit with a strong damp musky smell, that will keep predators from tracking the smell down. Well hopefully at least.

Sitting my ass down next to what'll hopefully be a tasty meal. I get some much needed rest from the time I spent looking for prey, or so I thought until I realised that I'm still feeling fresh. Having two hearts is a win it feels like I could run for days and add whatever the ritual done to me, you do the maths.

While I was happy over how fit this body is I realised that i forgot something.

"shit the water" I said exasperated since I'll have to walk all the way over to the lake again. Man what a pain in the ass now I'll have to go for round two of avoid the predators. But water's water and you need that shit to survive, or maybe not but I'd rather not test what this body can do just yet. Dehydration in a place like this is a one way ticket to hell, which is a thing here so fuck that noise.

No chance do I want to find out if its the truth or not.

On that note of positivity, I get myself off the rough cave floor and made my way towards the lake, grabbing some sort of hallow bone on the way over to carry some water back. Sure it won't be much but something's always better than nothing.

Sneaking past all the hazards I made it to the lake, checking around me as I approached the water. I see a flash of my reflection in the slightly wavy water.

In the reflection was a young boy with many tattoos over dark grey skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair, two large mature looking horns that came out of the top of my forehead with some more, smaller albeit sharp horns poking through the hair in the crown of my head. I thought I looked about as good as a 4 year old alien species could get. I mean what other 4 year old has a body like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Sitting on the shore, grinning to myself at how big a chick magnet I'll turn out to be. The DIY water canteen finishes getting filled and I sneak back to my cave abode, picking up whatever dry pieces of wood crossed my eyes so I had something to start a fire with.

If I'm guessing this body could probably deal with whatever bacteria I'd get from eating the meat raw, but fuck that, I'm used to McD's and shit. If I tried to eat it raw I'd end up spewing it right back up two seconds later.

Dragging the pile of fire fuel through the entrance, I delved deeper down to the far end of the cave. After Hitting my big ass horns off stalactites more times than I'd like to say, I eventually got too building a basic fire.

Let me tell you Bear Grylls makes this shit look easy, lighting a fire without a lighter or matches is a fucking pain in the behind. Took me a solid half an hour of rubbing shit together before finally getting it going.

So while I began cooking some of the meat, I finally had some time to kill waiting for this too cook. Definitely going to try doing some force shit, I won't be able to get it on the first try but practice makes perfect.

Sitting myself down in the comfiest position I can find begin meditation. What? no way I'll be sitting in the lotus position, it's un-comfy as fuck.

The minutes flew by as I continued trying to reach out for the force, and so far no luck.

At some point when I felt I was getting somewhere, a burning smell hit me, "Fuck, my food" I cried while quickly sitting up from the wall. Looking at what was supposed to be my meal, "well bottoms up" I said out loud.

And with the dry taste of burned food in my mouth, I thought about how the hell I'm going to survive long enough to escape this planet.

Running my grey tattooed fingers through my hair aggressively, "Fucking hell being alone is shit".

Its been around 2 months since I came to this crazy death planet and there's been no one to speak to. Trust me I never knew how good company was till this happened, I've ended making the skull of a nydak alpha my best mate. It feels good talking out loud to something even though it won't speak back. The story of how I got the skull is mad too, it was the first time I used the force in a way that wasn't barely shifting tiny stones around.

So basically I was just doing the usual daily routine, I just got out of the cave after my morning meditation that still wasn't having any substantial results, but I didn't let it get me down, baby steps are still steps.

Looking around the surroundings of the cave for a while for my next meal, my ears caught on too some movements going on around 80 meters ahead of me. Yea during the time I've been kicking it in the cave, I've been testing out this body and fuck me when I properly focus it feels like my senses have been jacked up to the max.

It's like my senses have a constant gps on my surroundings, the only tough thing at the start was blocking out all of the ambient noise that I didn't have to hear.

That shits trippy as hell, the first time I did it while I was meditating and fuck me. It was like having a jackhammer next to my ear, no idea how my eardrums even held up after that.

Luckily after I got the hang of it, avoiding the monsters while I moved around was much easier as I didn't have to rely on just my eyes for detection.

Approaching the herd of boars from the top of a small ledge above where they were resting. I calm my breathing and prepare to pounce on the one furthest away from the group. After getting in position and waiting for the best opportunity to get a clean kill, I leap downwards.

Falling through the air edging closer and closer to the boar, the muscles in my arms tense up as I aim the spear vertically for the top of its head.

Oh yea, forgot to mention that I upgraded my weapon, went from the sharp stone to a spear looking thing with barbs round the tip. Must've been left over from a dead body that never made it home. Not like I'm complaining.

Connecting the spear to the targets head, I knew at that moment I was heading away with a successful kill. Blood splatted across my face as I ripped the weapon from its skull.

The commotion caused by the killing scared the rest of the boars away, and thank fuck for that. Don't think I could take them if they grew a pair and ran at me. The tusks they have are lethal, they'd tear through me in seconds if I was ganged up on.

Pleased with my successful hunt I got ready to bring the boars body back to the cave when I heard a deep feral growl. Quickly dashing for cover to avoid what was coming, I ran over to the nearest rock in the opposite direction from the noise.

After getting to cover I tried to calm myself to sense what was coming but, I was getting pissed since I've never felt danger like that yet since I came here, so my emotions were all over the place. Before I could get a grip on my emotions I heard the heavy footsteps of a creature heading towards the dead boar. Peeking my head rock to take a quick look at what was approaching before deciding what my options are.

The creature was a nydak and not even a basic on, no it was an alpha variant. A large quadrupedal being with blueish grey skin, a hunched back and two large tusks next to its maw filled with razor sharp teeth.

At this point my back was filled with a cold sweat which only seemed to get colder when the nydak started sniffing the air only to turn in my direction.

So you can be your ass that I ran away, that thing was terrifying as fuck.

Pushing my legs to the limit I sprinted away from the nydak, slipping through the gaps in the rocks and hoping I wouldn't trip up as it rapidly closed in on me. Before it caught up I slid under a snapped try to narrowly avoid being bisected, but not without taking a nasty slice across the back, "Fuck it hurts" A strange green mist permeated from the open wound stopping the bleeding for now.

I continued to try and get away but it was a hopeless ordeal, it came back across to take another swipe at me but this time I spun around and struck its chest with my spear.

Fuck I was pissed, and rightfully so this dick's trying to eat me after I just caught my food. seeing the spears tip piercing its ribs gave me momentary reprove from these emotions, but only until the nydak swung its arm into my side and tossed me several meters across the ground.

"That definitely broke something" I wheezed as I lay sprawled across the ground.

The pain from my injuries enraged me faster than what should've been possible. My mind was filled with anger, hatred and fear towards the nydak. With these emotions I used them to channel the force within me.

Across from the the nydak ripped the spear out of its flesh. Enraged at getting injured from what it thought was weak prey it was sent into a fury. Charging at my kneeling body, claws tearing through the soil and rock underfoot, it gave hateful roar at me.

Once it got within 5 meters of me, I finished channeling the force through my body unleashed the built up energy in all directions around me.

Shattering the stones I was standing on, a force wave of high destiny makes it way across the ground destroying everything in its path. The nydak that was charging towards me got clattered head on why the wave, breaking the bones in the front half of its body and tossing it across the terrain.

"What the fuck"

Looking at the destruction caused by the force push/repulse, whatever the fuck its called 'cause I'm not sure what it was. Apart from being the coolest thing I've ever done.

No wonder people fall to the dark side, I've spent way more time trying to use the light side and had basically no progress. However with the dark side all I had to do was flip out a bit and boom you can throw nydaks around for days.

Happily jaunting over to the broken spear, I take what's left of the top half and move over to the dying animal.

"Die you big bastard" giving it a few stabs to help it along its way.

Cutting off a few parts of it's body to bring back for food, even brought the head too, feels like I deserve a damn trophy for surviving that shit.

And that's how the skull became my personal therapist, to keep me sane while I'm doing insane stuff day in, day out. Usually whenever I'm not meditating in the cave I'll just shoot the breeze with him, talking about my day and that.

While I was cooking a meal, giving the skull a ted talk on how bland the shite tastes. I hear a huge explosion coming from a few miles ahead, "should probably check that out but the food's nearly ready" looking towards the nydak cranium "What do you think mate, should a go".

Silence ensues.

"Aye mate great idea" I smiled while ripping a leg off the cooked meat, grabbing the spear and heading towards the explosion.

{Narrator POV}

Over at where the explosion happened a jedi and a female dathomirian are being chased down by the entirety of the nightsister order.

"So is this supposed to be part of your plan as well" Ros Lai said while dodging a arrow sent from a nearby night sister.

A few steps right of her is Qinlan Vos, a kiffar jedi knight.

"No, but it won't be a problem" he calmly states while blocking incoming fire with his lightsaber.

"You keep telling yourself that then" Lai quickly scans the area to get the positioning of the nightsisters coming after them "We're going to be dead soon if we don't get out their encirclement".

Currently they are trapped within a rocky depression with minimal ways out, and to make matters worse most of the nightsister clan is after them because Vos got caught during an infiltration mission given to him by the jedi order. The context of the mission was to infiltrate into the nightsister clan and find out if they had information on the infinity gates.

These infinity gates were recorded as an ancient network of structures developed by the saurian Kwa species of Dathomir during the Pre-Republic era. They enabled near-instant interstellar travel between far-flung locations and could also be used as a superweapon. Thought to be a myth until an anonymous person dropped a tip, saying that the nightsisters that lived on dathomir had information on the ancient weapon.

Well, turns out it was all a hoax, Vos looked everywhere to find the info. Once he finished checking the archive where they keep the highly sensitive information, he got busted on the way out prompting the current situation.

During the time he spent acting as a slave for cover, he had repeated encounters with a nightsister by the name of Ros Lai. Originally posing as an old woman until finding out that Vos was a jedi in disguise, she transforms back into her true form as a young looking attractive woman with red hair, bright red eyes, a few facial tattoos and a slim but fit body. Spilling all her thoughts to the jedi she talks about how she has long grown tired of the clan and that she wants to see the wider galaxy. From then on the dathomirian and jedi form a temporary alliance, to help each other with their respective goals, Vos gets an extra pair of eyes and Lai gets a ride off the planet to Coruscant the capital of the republic.

So when the jedi master got caught he picked up Lai, and began fighting to escape the nightsisters camp and make it to Vos's ship.

Which brings up the their current predicament.

Dodging behind cover Lai shouts over to Vos "We need a plan now before we get overrun" as she fires an plasma arrow at the sister trying to skewer her. While cutting down another member of the clan Vos haughtily replies "I'm thinking of one right now, If you've got time to chat your clearly not shooting enough". Not liking his words she gives a "hmph!" at the same time as she generates another arrow on her bow.

Letting a few luminous arrows slip by him Vos continues to look around the nightsister's encirclement for any gaps in their formation to exploit. At this moment two nightsisters fall off the ledge they were shooting from and the jedi master sees an unknown third party, which he identifies as a very young dathomirian zabrak male with a peculiar grey skin tone that proceeds to pick up one of the energy bows and wave him over.

With the walls closing in on him, he was running out of viable options so he takes the risk. Dashing over to grab his temporary companion, he force jumps over to where the unknown boy was standing.

{Lycan's POV}

When I got to the explosion site I don't know what I was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn't expecting a full blown shootout between a jedi and the nightsisters, and to top it off the jedi was Qinlan Vos. From what I've watched and read of star wars Vos definitely has one of the most intriguing stories.

Born on the planet Kiffu, Vos was detected to be force sensitive at a young age by jedi master Tholme. Once this fact was known by his great-aunt, being the ass-wipe of a person she is, proceeded to feed his mother and father to Anzati vampires and then tricking him into psychometrically experiencing their murders all in attempt to turn the young child to the darkside and mold him into a suitable heir.

Eventually getting took off planet to complete his padawan training under his new master Tholmes, he began too rise through the ranks before becoming a jedi knight after the Stark Hyperspace war in 44 BBY. A couple years down the line and a few missions later. which included one in dathomir in 31 BBY. Shit starts going crazy for Quin, the jedi council send him on an undercover mission to join a group called the dark acolytes under Dooku, which included him literally having to fall to the darkside. Yea jedis, hypocritical I know. Thus starting his tussle between the dark and light side of the force, and I'm pretty sure becoming a fucking triple-agent at one point, but I won't get into that just now.

Basically he's a lightsaber wielding badass. Probably my best bet to get away from this shitehole of a planet, since if he finds out about me using the dark side of the force he won't annex me on the spot like some jedi would and just think it's 'cause I had to survive my self in the wild at fucking 4 years old. Hopefully bringing me too the jedi temple to redeem myself by teaching me how to use the light side of the force.

With my masterplan in action I begin eyeing two nightsisters that were firing upon Vos and the other dathomirian he was with. Taking the two of them out would cause a gap to form in their encirclement and if Vos is as good as I expect he'll be able to capitalize on that fact.

If not, I'm totally fucked and will end up dying with them but it's worth the risk. You can only talk to a skull for so long before loosing your shit, and my retardation countdown is getting close to ending.

Quietly pacing towards a ledge above the sisters, I load my budget slingshot before taking aim at the furthest ones head. Tugging the band as far as possible, I let it loose launching the rock at high speeds towards the woman's head causing a mean crunching sound as it collided with the intended target, knocking her off balance and sending her off the edge of the cliff.

All the while this is happening I spring to the air and dropkick the other bitch causing her to drop her weapon as she's sent flying over the edge to see her sister.

Not gonna lie, I felt like fucking James Bond after that but with no time to bask in the glory of my achievements, I grab the energy bow and wave Vos and his partner over.

Man seeing jedi doing force tricks is real life is way cooler than anything else. He easily picked his partner up and done a massive 20 meter jump to where I was, all the while dodging the nightsisters plasma arrows, even added a flip in just to rub it in everycunts face.

Coming to a land just in front of me, he lunges at me quicker than I could hope to reach to and...

Throws me over his shoulder?, " Thanks for the save kid, but as you can see we're in a rush just now so just bare with it till we loose these guys." he says while smiling back at me.

Moreover the first words spoken to me from another person in this universe is something I can truly get behind.

Let me tell you being carried over the shoulder of a jedi while he's doing force parkour and dodging arrows at the same time is not fucking comfortable. That's why when we got some breathing room and he put me down, I had to double check that my ribs weren't broken. Every time he landed his shoulder would dig into my ribs, If it was a normal 4 year old they probably would've broke since even I could feel some light bruising on my magick enhanced skin.

Before I could get further down the path of complaining, the man that slung me over his shoulder said "Thanks for helping us back there, but why'd you do it. You know you could've died from that". While this was a fair point he's failed to realise that I'm a kid who's by himself on a planet filled with dangerous beasts, nightsisters and the fact that the night brothers stayed on another planet should've been a few flags too say the least.

"I just thought that if I helped you out you'd help me out, you know being a jedi and all that. But if your curious why I'm here, you should ask your partner" as it was said I narrowed my eyes slightly at the woman who's name I still don't know. As Vos and I continue to look at her, Lai is thinking about where she's seen the kid. Once she remembers she stutters out "W-what how are you even alive, it was clear that everyone who took part died" clearly surprised at seeing me, she continues to wait for my answer, too bad she wont get one for now.

Vos hearing what Lai said is confused at the implications her words but his desire to understand is put to the back of his mind for now.

"Kid what do you want then" he aiming those words at me I quickly reply "I want you to take me back to the jedi temple with you, I want to learn how to be a jedi". The way I worded it make it seem as if I was a fucking jedi fanboy, while what I said wasn't a lie, it wasn't the truth either.

Sure I wanted to go because at this moment in time, which is 31 BBY I believe. The jedi temple is the best place for me to learn about the force and improve my fighting capacity, but all the jedi temples rules and restrictions can suck a dick for all I care. They're a bunch of hypocrites saying the dark side would corrupt you if you so much as got a smell of it, and therefore banning everyone in the order from even researching it. All the while guys like Mace Windu have an entire fucking sword style that's based on taking the enemy's darkside energy and channeling it through their body to make themselves stronger.

What fucking bullshit standards is that, honestly I could go on for days about how most of the jedis are noodle dick geezer pedophiles that rob families of force sensitive babies but learning the force from guys like or Dooku would be even worse.

The first problem would be actually finding them, secondly most of the sith were batshit crazy with mad temper problems too boot. Most of them tend to do shit they come to regret when caught up in the moment, just look at Anakin he force choked Padmé and regretted it for the rest of his life. So fuck being the target of the a sith's temper.

After I spoke Vos started sensing me with the force, made me feel violated as fuck but if it can get me to Coruscant I'll accept it.

With a shocked look on his face which quickly returned to normal "I can tell you have a substantial amount of the force in you, but when we get to the ship I'll have to take a blood sample to check your midichlorians. You look slightly older but the council should be fine with it." Vos nodded.

"Great stuff, now all we need to do is escape these nightbitches." my words got a small laugh from the woman and a wry smile from Vos as he said "Kid, if you want to be a jedi you'd better not say words like that in front of the council. They'll go through you for it" using the force to pull his lightsaber off his belt "Come on, they'll have probably already have a blockade around the ship, lets go before more of them get there.

Agreeing with him I pull the energy bow off my back in preparation for the skirmish and the three of start running towards where his ship.

A couple minutes later we see around thirty-ish nightsisters surrounding the ship using the natural terrain as cover. The ship was a Nu-class attack shuttle, fuck knows why Vos didn't come in a jedi fighter but I'm not complaining sitting on a guys lap for so longs worse than staying here. Wouldn't mind it if I sat on the nightsister woman with us, she's looking mighty fine and her plump thighs would mate the ship to Coruscant enjoyable. Damn when even was the last time I got some, being a kid's shit, if I wasn't I have the shuttle rocking from all the pounding I was giving her.

After scouting the area Vos comes over to us and says "Lai you stay behind me and fire at the nightsisters that a further bad and..." looking at at me "Lycan", "Lycan you stay in between us, just give us some cover fire but make sure you stay close to me" nodding as I couldn't think of a better plan we start running towards the ship.

Once the nightsister's spotted us a barrage of plasma bolts started heading our way. Not gonna lie I was shit scared at the moment, and who wouldn't be charging head on into enemy fire but my worries felt me once our jedi shield started blocking and reflecting shots with pin point accuracy. While Lai the nightsister who's name I just found out was killing off the night sisters on the far side of the blockade, I just pelted shots at anyone that was an easy target. Quite impressed with my aim I managed to kill off a couple before we made it to the ship.

Must be from all the practice I had from hitting folk's windows with snowballs back in the day.

Vos used the force to bring the ships ramp down so me and Lai could run on, when we got up the ramp he shouted to us "Man the guns and give us some cover fire so we can take off". Sprinting to the gun rooms, we take one each and I wasn't ready for what I saw in the room.

"Fucking hell" the room was filled with all sorts of buttons and switches and quite frankly I had no clue what any of them done. Sitting on the seat with some sort of aiming mechanism on the front, I looked over the buttons till I saw a flashing red one.

"Fuck it what's the worst that can happen" saying that I slammed it and seconds later all the lights in the room came on and the seat started swiveling with my weight with the barrel outside of the ship. Before falling off the seat I stabilised myself and heard the ships ramp closing and Vos heading to the captain's cabin to take the ship off.

Aiming for a group of night sisters shooting at the engines on the ship I clicked what I assumed was the trigger only for a massive bolt of energy to fire from the barrel, completely scorching the area I was aiming for.

"Man this things wicked cool" as I continued to rain down hell upon the bitches trying to prevent my escape. Waking me from my euphoria the ship began to raise its self from the ground like a hovercraft. Fuck even knows how it was floating but I didn't have time to ponder over it since the ship started to take off to the atmosphere at break neck speed.

Finally relaxing for what seems to be the first time in months, going through the sliding door I head over to see what the script is with my new taxi driver.

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Strolling through the bridge, all I could do was marvel at the technology this universe had. Sure the whole energy bow things cool but it pales in comparison to flying through space in something that doesn't even look like it should fly.

Watching star wars back before I came here there was always something I found strange about certain colonies on different planets. How's it possible to have some mad floating droid to help with farming, only for the farmers to then go home to a house, which is literally hut that doesn't even have a decent shitter.

Star wars logic.

Getting to the captains quarter I see Vos and Lai spin their chairs around to look at me, "Well then kid since we never had much time due to our rough first meeting, why don't we all reintroduce ourselves", standing up Vos calmly states "My names Quinlan Vos and I'm a jedi knight for the order".

Looking over to the nightsister she then awkwardly said "I'm Ros Lai, I was a previously a nightsister. I'm sorry about the ritual they did to you" looking genuinely sad, "I could've tried to stop them but they would've executed me for questioning the mothers orders, and honestly I was too scared to stop them. If you hate me I won't try and convince you otherwise."

After saying this Vos had an intrigued look on his striped face, since he thought it was strange that the child in front of him was so in tuned with the force. While I just looked on at her in a mix of shock and confusion, never would I have thought she would apologise what what the other nightsisters have done even though she never took part in the act.

I don't even give a crap about it too be honest since, 1: it wasn't even me at the time, 2: I have a wicked strong body now and 3: I would've done it myself if I had to save my skin. Dying a death over something that won't change if your alive or not is just plain daft, better off just retreating to fight another day.

"Nah it's fine I'm not bothered about whatever you think you've done, so don't worry your pretty face over it" while winking at the ex-nightsister. Happy that the person that saved her doesn't hate her, she closes her eyes and breathes a sigh of relief before looking back at me with a strange expression.

"What's up with the way you talk nightbrothers would never have spoke like that to a nightsister back on dathomir." quickly replying "Dunno the ritual must've done something weird to my brain, you know there's obviously side effects from the ritual I ended up with, even if I was the only to survive". Grimacing at the thought of only one of the children surviving out off all the attempts, she nods and heads to her seat to contemplate over something but not before I grab her hand and tell her my name.

"Name Lycan by the way, if you didn't already know" and peeking towards Vos to make sure he heard it getting a nod in return.

She sits down while Vos walks over to me an claps my shoulder "Good stuff kid, letting go of your hatred at such a young age is admirable, you have the makings of a good jedi in you" I almost laughed when he said that, just because I don't hate Lai doesn't me I don't hate the night sisters. Even though it wasn't me getting it, I still have the memories of the previously guy and the rest of the nightbrothers getting cruel treatment from the witches for not reason other than being born a man. Proper scum like that don't deserve shit, when I'm strong enough I'll come out to help my brothers and I'll even have a small private military force for my troubles. (a.n Zabraks were commonly used as body guards and bounty hunters due to being stronger than most races.)

Pulling out a kit from one of the compartments in the ship, he sets it on the table.

"Lycan come over here and get comfortable" gesturing towards the now opened box he says "I'm going to use this to take a sample of your blood and then I'll test the blood to see the amount of midichlorians you have, I know you already have the potential to be a jedi but this will give us a more detailed take on your potential." agreeing with him I allow him to take a sample of my blood while wondering how many midichlorians have.

Some times later Vos finishes all the tests and takes look at the final result, what he saw shocked him immensely the midichlorian counter was nearly off the charts. Taking a few seconds to recalibrate himself, he walks over to where I'm still sitting and shows me the counter and honestly I was just as shocked as he was, looking down at the counter that read '18000' I was pondering over how this would change things for me.

If you didn't know 18000 midichlorians is quite a fucking lot all things considered, puts me right up there with the best, still not up to the standards of Yoda and palpatine, its not that far off it. While it may see good to have so many, which it is but I don't know if palpatine will try and snatch me because of my awesomeness then tries to make me his bitch. Fuck that shit I don't want near the maddy if I can help it.

While I was distressing over my future Vos noticed it and clearly thought that I was nervous or something since I wouldn't know if the counts good or bad.

"Relax kid, your midichlorian counts way above average the council will be ecstatic to have another talented youngling" I nervously nodded as I tried to stop the cold sweats running down my back from becoming more noticeable.

Seeing me looking so terrified Lai stands up from her chair and walks her perky self over, "Relax Lycan, I'm sure you'll do great at the temple" while rubbing my back. If there's something that could help me chill out right now it was this dangerously sexy woman.

Doing my best to tear my eyes off her sculpted thighs, I look at her ruby red eyes and tell her "Thanks doll, feeling better already" eliciting a giggle to come out her full lips. After calming down my balls began to increase in size again I went in for a hug where I may, or may not have copped a feel of her toned ass while getting snuggled by her bosom.

But alas all good times have to come to and end, Vos called us over to sit down since we were about to jump into hyperspace. I was excited as fuck since who wouldn't be if they were about to jump into a different dimension.

Strapping myself in he turns round to me as says "I get your excited but try not to look out the window too much while we're in hyperspace, it's not good for you" deciding to agree with his statement as I didn't feel like getting nauseous and destroying whatever image a 4 year old could have to Lai. Need to look hard as fuck for the women you know.

Pushing a lever forwards bright white lines stretch across the front window, then all of a sudden a jerk pushed me too my seat and the white lights changed to a hazy blue warping cloudy mess. No wonder he told me not to stare there's too much shit going on out there.

Looking away from the window I debate if I should meditate for the remainder of the journey or if I should give Lai some more of my quality patter. Aye fuck meditation there's plenty of time for that.

After establishing myself as a funny foul mouthed kid to practically the whole crew, the ship pulls out of hyperspace and I get my first look at Coruscant. Trust me when I say it's as impressive as it looked in the movies, practically the entire surface of the planet was covered in lights and buildings, Some even large enough to see from space.

Entering the atmosphere of the planet I'm witness to all off the ships flying in an orderly manner above the different levels of Coruscant. After a few minutes of fly the ship turns off to the left towards the grandiose Jedi temple where I will begin my training...

Well hopefully.

Landing the ship outside the Jedi Temple, it's time for us to go our separate ways from Lai since she won't be allowed in the temple. Vos asks her "So Lai, what are you going to do now that you're on Coruscant".

"For now, I just want a break from all of it. Maybe once I've had my rest I will try my luck at bounty hunting or information dealing." she said while looking between us.

Confused at something I ask her, "Have you even got credits for a place to stay." while tilting my head. Hearing what I said Lai's face produces a small red blush as she realises that she has no credits. Laughing loudly Qinlan Vos throws a small pouch at her, "That should be enough to get your feet on the ground. Thanks for your help back there it would've been a lot rougher if you never showed me the way out of the nightsisters den."

Shooting a grateful look at the jedi knight, she turns her eyes over to little ol' me staring up at her. Crouching down a bringing me in for a she tells me "Good luck Lycan, I'm sure you'll do great during your youngling training. Remember and always stay strong and don't let anyone bully you". While she was speaking I almost laughed, as if I would get bullied by the pussy ass kids here. There's a higher chance of me dying from boredom, sure the training will take some time but the rest of it will be spent in and about a bunch of snotty nosed brats, but I'll climb that wall when I get to it.

Enjoying the last suffocating sensation for what'll probably be a long time, Lai eventually lets me go. Giving us one last look she turns to leave and start her new life as not a night sister, but Ros Lai. After watching her leave for a bit Vos tells me "Cheer up kid, lets go and meet the council so you can start your training".

Nodding I followed on from behind him while taking in the scenery of the Jedi Temple, it was a colossal building over 1 kilometre high, climbing far above all surrounding buildings making it look even more majestic. Walking into the temple halls was a bizarre experience, it was just so spacious, you could probably fit a good few football fields in here if it weren't for the massive pillars holding the roof up that were dotted everywhere.

While walking towards the council room I asked Vos something that was on my mind. "Jedi are supposed to forgo attachments right." still walking forward the jedi knight replies "Yes as we join the order we are expected to give up all attachments and possessions to be loyal to only the jedi order".

"So why do you have so much spare credits to give out" saying this he almost tripped and fell but managed to stabilise himself to keep up the sagely image. "Well the giving up the possessions part is only for the non-essentials and credits are essential for many things." learning that they won't try  and steal my money I breathe a sigh of relief.

As soon as I have the chance to get out on a mission I'm going to start amassing credits for the future. In any world there's one thing you can never have too much of, and that's money. Money equals power is true most situations, take the Neimoidians for example, they were strong enough to build a massive droid army and would've stuck it too the republic and jedi if it weren't for the clone army being used.

Having a legion of droids protecting my ass when order 66 hit would make it easier for me to save myself. Droids don't have rights anyway so they can be used as meat shields *cough* metal shields for days.

Finally we make it to the jedi council rooms doors but we have to wait for all the masters to get in first so they can look cools and sagely for the guests. A couple minutes later the doors slide open and we stroll to the centre of the room. Looking around I seen the likes of Yoda and the chick version of him, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, Plo Koon and the peak of what a the jedi have evolved into the shagger himself Ki Adi Mundi.

"So the force sensitive child you were talking about, this is.  Hmmmmmm." only one person can speak like that and get away with it. I'm betting on he does this just to wind people up since he knows they won't try and correct him.

"Yes Grandmaster Yoda, this is the child I came upon during my mission to dathomir." Vos says in the most polite way possible.

"And conclude what, from your missions did you" he asks slowly

"The nightsisters did not have any intel on the Infinity Gates. I'm guessing the person that gave us the information was hoping to cause a conflict between the jedi and the nightsisters."

"Good you did, on your mission" Yoda nods at him. "Taken count of his midichlorians have you"

"Yes Grandmaster, I will show it to the council right now" using the force to move the recording of my midichlorian count around the room so all could see. The reactions varied from impressed to outright surprise at the amount.

This is when Mace Windu jumps in and says "Knight Vos, where did you find such a boy on your mission".

"Master Windu, I never found the boy he found me, While I was escaping I got cornered and the boy took out several nightsisters to give me an opportunity to escape." Vos replies.

"What was a nightbrother doing on Dathomir himself and why would he decide to save you anyway, Most nightbrothers would never turn against their captors" Windu interjects.

"While this is a good question, I think it would be better if you hear the story from the child himself" getting a nod in return Vos beckons me to speak my story to the council.

"What's your name boy" asked Windu

"Lycan sir, I mean master"

"Master Windu I was took from the nightbrothers several months ago with others my age to undergo an experimental ritual that would make us stronger. The ritual failed on everyone but me and I only survived becuase of my brain shutting down for a while, therefore they when the got rid of the body was back in control of my own actions. For the next few months I was alone trying to survive on Dathomir until I heard and explosion which led me to Mr Vos. Seeing he was a jedi I wanted him to take me to learn the ways of the force so I helped him escape the encirclement."

Silence ensued in the room for a few moments until Plo Koon broke the silence by solemnly saying "You have been through a lot to come here young one, I'm sure we could allow you to learn the ways of the jedi". Plo Koons such a good cunt man, in my opinion one of the best jedi in the order as he wouldn't hesitate when helping others, even if there were complications because of his actions.

After hearing Plo Koons opinion on the matter Windu states "Although you have been through a lot you seem a bit old to begin jedi training" as he says this ma man Qinlan Vos jumps in and tells Windu, "Master Windu, Lycan is only 4 years old he should be fine".

Getting a raised brow in return Windu looks at me and ask "Is that true, if so so I apologise" replying to him "It is true I'm a lot bigger than what I should be for my age because of the ritual."

At the moment everyone looks at yoda as he will have the final verdict, "To train young Lycan, all in favour,  hmmmm?" as he said this hands were raised from everyone in the room, finalising my acceptance into the order.

Looking at Shaaki Ti, Yoda tells her "Escort the youngling Lycan to his new clan, will you, Master Ti", Nodding "Follow me Lycan" she said in her sweet sweet voice. Too bad she was wearing those daft jedi robes instead of her forced unleashed get up. Before I leave Vos grabs my shoulder and says "Go on, I'll come and check on you once you've settled in."

Following after Shaak Ti, I begin heading to my what would be my home for the next few years.

Walking behind Shaak Ti I spent most of the walk ogling her figure, even with those jedi robes she was still looking fine. While we were walking she told me that I was going to join the Clawmouse clan as there are all around my age. A youngling clan is basically a class for younglings around the same age group, a clan will do everything together, from formal education to force exercises all the way up until they are deemed ready to become padawan learners.

Entering a room where the younglings were at desks being taught by a jedi knight about languages or something, the teachers sees me with Shaaki Ti and says "Master Ti, is this a new addition to the clan?".

"Yes it is Knight Koon" looking towards me "Now go on, introduce yourself to the clan." nodding at her I walk towards the front of the room while the teacher who I think is Sha Koon steps to he side to give me room.

"Hello my names Lycan" I say in a neutral tone, getting nods from all round the class including the teacher she tell me, " Thank you for the introduction Lycan, please pick an empty seat so we can restart the lesson, if you have any questions during the lesson raise your hand and I'll do my best to answer them." nodding as my reply I move towards a seat at the middle of the back row in the class. Sitting down Shaak Ti says to me before she leaves "I will come back when this class is finished to show you to your living quarters".

When the doors close behind the jedi master, the class resumes. Basically the class was about the madness which is the jedi code, the second she started banging on about the whole 'there is no emotion there is peace' crap, I was second guessing my decision to come here. And it's only been an hour. Where's all the cool shit like lightsaber and force techniques, or even flight simulation training that'd be wicked cool. The second hour of the class was just me looking around the class, trying not to fall asleep while pretending to pay attention.

As the class was finishing up, Sha Koon tells us "Remember and come to your lightsaber training room in an hour for a lesson with master Yoda". Apparently if your late for a class you'd get some punishment from the teachers, which could vary from cleaning to helping out in the jedi archives.

Another thing I noticed was that I was in the same clan as the likes off Ashoka Tano and Knox, that kid that got one banged after Savage Opress slapped his master up with a spear to boot, and this was before he even got training. Shit like that made me wonder how the council gave out the rank of master.

Leaving the room with the other younglings I'm pulled to the side by Shaak Ti, "Come with me Lycan, we need to pick up your robes before we head to your room". When she said this I realised I was still wearing all this nightbrother gear that kind off looked like a metal kilt.

The doors a room filled with all different types of sizes of robes but the colour choice wasn't as varied. You only had the choice of different shades of brown, cream or black. To be honest I didn't even want to wear robes, they make you look like some dodgy deathstick dealer, but apparently the jedi didn't share the sentiment.

Walking over to the black section, I looked for one in my size before going into the stall and trying it on. Looking in the mirror I was impressed with my choice, a jet black set of robes suited me since it went with all my tattoos and the utility belt that came with it was quite nifty too. It had a rack to hang your lightsaber on as well as a few pouches you can carry shit in, not even having to pay for my kit made my impression of the order increase ever so slightly.

Exiting the room II made my way over to Shaak To who was leaning wall next to the the door, "Good choice it suits you, now let me take you too your quarters.

A while later we finally made it too the hall where the younglings stay, it was nothing special just an overly long hall with the rooms adjacent from each other on both sides of the hall. Passing by as few rooms we stop at one and open the door to enter. On opening the door I seen what could possibly be the blandest room ever, grey walls, grey floor, grey desk, and only 1 small window at the back wall, it looks more like a prison cell than anything else.

Entering the room Shaak Ti gives me a run down of what I need to know "This will be your room for the entirety of your time as a youngling. You are allowed to customize this room too your liking but we recommend you don't become too attached to it as the room will be returned to its default form once you have graduated the youngling status". That makes it more bearable, I could get some training gear for the room so I don't have to share with kids all the time and get even more jacked than this body already is.

After she finished the explanation I'm broken from my thoughts when she tosses a bad at me. Catching and opening it, I find out that she gave me a bag of food. Confused as to why she gave me it Shaak Ti explains "I brought your food since you wouldn't have enough time to have lunch before your next class without being late".

Shit I almost totally forgot about that class, "Thanks Master" I said while giving her a toothy grin of appreciation. Shaak Ti then smiles back and exits the room while saying "Remember don't be late to Grandmaster Yoda's class" too right I won't be late. I might end up with the punishment of having to listen to Yoda talk about the code, it's bad enough to listen to it in a normal voice never mind his.

Quickly finishing up my lunch I follow the directions Shaak Ti gave me to find the lightsaber training room, getting there a nice five minutes before the lesson.

Soon after everyone arrives, Yoda enters the room slowly hobbling on his walking stick. Why he even needs it I don't know, the old man's like a pinball bouncing off everything when he fights.

"Going over the seven forms of lightsaber combat, today we shall, then practice the basics of shii-cho with a partner, you shall" fucking hell listening to him just shaved off a few years of my life expectancy, but at least the dark lord jar jar isn't here.

The younglings sat down cross legged on the ground listening to yoda recount the details on each lightsaber form. Form 5 would probably be the best for me, because of my strength the power strikes would be lethal and if you add on the force enhancement I intend to learn at some point, in saber to saber combat I'll be a force to be reckoned with.

But the form I wanted to learn the most would definitely be form 7, Vapaad, constant offense plus pulling dirty moves whenever you get the chance. Sign me the fuck up. The only problem would be getting Mace Windu to spill the beans.

I'm basically half trained in it already. Growing up where I was from, you'd end up in fights all the time especially if you had a short fuse like me. When shit kicked off the other guy wouldn't play fair so why would you. You had to do what was needed so you never ended up on the concrete.

Good times, good times.

Finishing off his lecture Yoda tells everyone to partner up and begin practicing form 1. Before I could ask my about my training saber Yoda force pushed one over to me and called me over for practice, since I never had and lightsaber training he was going to give me a rundown of the basics.

"Have a clear mind, you must, to used a light saber to its fullest capabilities" for the remainder of the lesson he continued to say his jedi sagely shit while I was getting the form understood.

Form 1 wasn't even hard to get the form down by the end of the lesson, I suppose it isn't the vanilla form for nothing. It's not as if I'm a master at it but it it won't be a problem to swing the saber about.

Finishing the training session Yoda gives us some words of advice before hobbling back to wherever it is he was going.

After he left most of the younglings went for something to eat, this time I joined them but never spoke unless they talked to me first. No wonder, I don't even know what the fuck kids even talk about, never mind these mini Jedi fuckers. After a decent meal I head back to my room and strip down till I've just got some shorts on. Lying down on the first bed I've been on since coming here, I slowly drift off into a deep sleep.

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~9 years later~

{Narrator POV}

In a private training room a tall man with grey tattooed skin and large pointed horns is sparring with a combat droid. His long wavy black hair shines as he narrowly blocks a slash at his left side with his training saber, while using the other saber to swing for the droids knee. Having no option to block the droid jumps back in an attempt to create some space.

Unfortately for the droid the man uses the force to speed up his movements and closes the distance quickly. Successfully landing a rapid onslaught of attacks against the poor droid, up, down, left, right it's as if there were no end to them.

Seeing a gap in the mans, defence the droid sharply capitalizes on the opportunity cleaving his saber towards its opponents head, but before it could reach the man locked both his lightsabers in an 'x' shape blocking the saber aiming for his head.

Before the droid could do anything else, he kicks the droids knee joint knocking it off balance while pushing his locked lightsaber to the side with his immense physical strength. As the droids lightsaber is pushed to the side, he span round and brought the right handed lightsaber across the droids neck successfully destroying the droid.

Switching his training sabers off he picks up the decapitated droids heads and brings it over to the body that was currently sprawled out over the floor.

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{Lycan POV}

"Good hustle mate, I'll get you fixed up in a jiffy" I said while begging to fix the droid with the tools on my utility belt.

"Master you really need to be more careful, this is the third time today you've fixed me" the body complained in a masculine voice. The sound matrix is installed in the torso of the droid so it could still talk to me while I fixed it.

"I know Wire but I can't help but get too excited when you give me such a good fight" I replied while reconnecting wires.

"I suppose that's true Master Lycan, I do have the best combat programming in the order" Wire said while sounding proud of its self.

"Whatever man just remember who programmed you when you hit the big leagues" I spat sarcastically as I rolled my eyes at the pretentious droid.

"Relax Master I would never leave my maker unless you told me too".

Wire was a holodroid I made over the years that I spent here. Back when I first came the others in my clan were a pain in the ass to speak to, you know being young kids and that so I either spent my free time with extra training or building him.

I had to get Vos, and sometimes even Shaak Ti and Plo Koon to bring me droid parts and bits of software I needed whenever they visited me. Still even with all their help it still took me 3 years mixed of failed attempts to get the droid working. It was so fucking annoying when I first started because I had never done anything like it before and kept building and programming it wrong, but eventually I got the hang of it and it then ended up being my favorite pass time when I wasn't training or reading shit at the jedi archives.

Nowadays if I set Wire to his highest combat setting he would well and truly stomp me in a pure lightsaber duel. The precision and skill he has with a the blade is unreal, which makes training with him such good practice. He can even use a blaster with some skill which makes it easier to train my deflection abilities on something more realistic than those flying spheres.

Over the years I've learned the basics of every lightsaber form but leaned towards form 5 and 7 with 2 lightsabers or a saberstaff(double bladed lightsaber). I wouldn't call myself a master yet but from the settings I normally use on Wire, I'm pretty sure I could hold my own against an average jedi knight. Sadly I've not been able to test out that theory yet since I've only ever been able to spar against the other younglings in my clan.

During my time spent training here I met Mace Windu a few times while I was looking through the archives, if he wasn't busy I would pick his brain about the lightsaber technique and if he could teach me. At the start all I got was a straight rejection but eventually after talking about what the ritual done to my body's rage perceptors and how I was still able to be calm even though the slightest thing should set me off, Windu agreed to let me learn the technique under his strict supervision. The training for it was brutal, it was mostly Windu training my technique through sparring where he wouldn't hold back as he gave the excuse 'Your opponents won't hold back just because you are young'.

During the spars he would do his best to rile me up to prepare me for letting an opponent's hate run through you, he said that once you starts to draw upon your enemy's anger and hatred there's a chance you could let I cloud your vison, therefore you had be extremely disciplined to use Vaapad. Eventually after much training the Jedi master deemed me worthy of being taught the ways of his lightsaber technique, and so he taught me how to draw upon an opponents emotions to strengthen yourself and redirect it back at your enemy.

Other stuff I've been looking into is force abilities, all members of the order have access to basic information in the jedi archives, and somewhere within that information is recordings of many force abilities that jedi use. Other than the basics of force manipulation like telekinesis, force augmentation and mind tricks which the instructors drill into you during class time. I've been trying to learn other abilities that would be useful in the field such as force repulse, force valor, force speed, force heal and electric judgement for the light sided abilities.

While also learning the more dark sided variants of telekinesis, force lightning, and some basic force destruction that definitely isn't combat ready. The last abilities I've been working on it tutaminis and teleportation, one of which is a far cry from being done.

The telekinesis abilities were easy enough to learn once you got the hang of it, the only difference was in the way you executed them. The physical augmentation was the easiest for me that shit just came naturally, after I read how to perform the technique it was like regaining something I always had. Going for the overkill in the physical abilities department I learned force Valor which kicks my already amazing physique into overdrive, the only drawback is that it uses a lot of energy so I can't use it in the long run.

The dark side abilities were more difficult to learn since I couldn't access the information in the archives and had to learn it myself. I've still not got force destruction down and probably wouldn't have learned force lightning if it weren't for Plo Koon teaching me electric judgement. That guy's such a sound cunt, just had to walk up and ask him to teach me and he was happy enough to do so. No bullshit trials or nothing, he just straight up taught me no strings attached.

Defos gonna try and save him when order 66 hits. While he was teaching me I'd ask him about tutaminis since the archives didn't make sense to me and I got pointers on that as well.

Space fold though I've no clue how I'm going to learn it, the archives have jack shit and the only person that knows how to use it is always off on missions so there's no progress there. And I only learned force heal so I don't end up looking like a pensioners wrinkly foreskin form using dark side abilities, not that I think it'll happen anyway if my theory's correct but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Along with my space wizard training, I've been working out like fuck to get this body extra ripped while testing out what this physiques truly capable of. I'm already 6'2 at 13 and will probably grow another few inches before I stop and have a body totally stacked with muscles from head to toe. From tests I've gathered that this body can heal any minor injuries perfectly but anything worse would still leave a scar, so sadly no deadpool antics like growing my arm back after getting it cut off and no I never cut myself, fuck that only masochist martial art wankers do that. All the injuries I've gained have been from spars and accidents from practicing force skills.

After finishing up fixing Wire I heard the doors to the room side open. Turning around I saw a Young woman with red skin, green eyes and deep blue hair tied back into a messy ponytail striding towards me with a smile on her red lips. On her was a form fitting pair of black leggings and a deep blue crop top underneath a large black padded jacket with its zip undone at the front.

This was Laila a female Zeltron that was brought to the jedi order not long after her birth on the planet of Zeltros. She's the youngling I've bonded with the most in the clan since she's pretty cheerful and can take a joke without running away crying after I take the piss. Her species are very sensitive to emotions and are able to sense the emotions of people around them making them a very empathetic species that has a strong dislike for sad emotions as it can some times overwhelm them, therefore they try and make everyone around them happy.

The first time we spoke to each other was because she felt my fluctuating emotions after I was just finishing from training my darkside abilities. This caused the little zeltron to attempt to fix my mental state by bringing me to have some food with her, and no I'm not that big an asshole that I'd tell a kid to fuck off just because she was trying to be helpful. Ever since that day we would usually have lunch together and after a while I even started to help with her training, letting her use Wires, if I was with her.

I also might've planted a few seeds in her mind about the jedi order being not as admirable as they said they were, and over the years the sentiment was solidified due to becoming inured to it over time. Not to the level where she would fall to the darkside but she was more of a Qui-Gon Jinn, as she wouldn't blindly follow the teaching of the order if she didn't agree with their take on something.

"Lycan you better hurry up and get your stuff ready, we're leaving in half an hour and the escort wants us there early for a head count" she nagged at me while crossing her arms.

"Aye right I get it, stop nagging me woman. I was just fixing up Wires" I explained to her. "You could've avoided that if you didn't get so excited during your spars, you know relishing fights isn't the jedi way" she teased while raising an eyebrow. Rolling my eyes at her I tell Wires to head over to my room and wait for me coming back.

"As you wish master" standing up to leave, while walking past Laila he says audibly "Make sure to look after him Laila, who knows what he could get up during the gathering" getting a small chuckle to escape her lips.

"Fuck you Wires, honestly I don't know how you can be such an ass when I was the one who did your programming" I sighed while shaking my head. Getting a punch on the arm that probably hurt her more than me she said "You need to stop swearing all the time, one of these days you'll get in trouble with the council for it".

"Whatever doll, if it comes to that I'll just roll with it, I mean what are they gonna do, exile me?" grabbing my large padded black jacked and slinging over my shoulder I begin to leave the room with Laila smiling next to me thinking about the upcoming gathering where we will finally get our lightsaber crystals.

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After arriving at the ship that will be taking us to Ilum with Laila, I see the rest of the younglings of my clan gathered up next to the ramp of the ship. This included Ashoka , Knox and a bunch of extras that no one cares about.

Standing with the younglings always felt weird since I was around a foot taller than all of them, it makes for a pretty funny scene too onlookers. Around 2 minutes of standing and waiting, our escort for the gathering arrived, it was Nahdar Vebb, a Mon Calimari padwan apprenticing under the jedi master Kit Fisto a.k.a the guy that got blasted by grievous on stream.

Vebb tells us, "Younglings, today is the day where you will create your lightsabers" followed by ensuing excitement from the majority of the younglings. "Now, can one of you tell me what the most important part of a lightsaber is?" he asked us.

Knox replies "The most important part of the lightsaber is the cyber crystal sir" Vebb give him an approving nod "That is correct, this ship will ferry us to the planet Ilum where all of you will be sent too collect a kyber crystal for your very own lightsabers".

"Now come on the faster we get on the ship the faster we'll get there" following this most of the younglings excitedly pushed there way onto the ship. Getting on the ship from the back of the crowd was me, Laila, Knox and Ashoka.

Ashoka asked us with a grin on her face "You guys excited to finally get your own lightsabers", with a fanatic look Knox replies "You bet I am, I'll get my cyber crystal and build my saber no problem. And when the apprentice tournament happens I'll show the masters how good I am".

Damn someone's motivated, I all seriousness though Knox is a decent enough guy. It's just that he admires the jedi way too much, no joke I wouldn't be surprised if he's had a couple wet dreams about becoming a padawan already.

"Whatever Knox, but you know you'll have to beat me if you want the masters attention." Ashoka on the other hand is similar to how she was in canon, although she's less arrogant now. Don't get me wrong she's still cocky as hell but it's in a more competitive way she expresses it, mostly to wind people up. I doubt that when the clone wars hit she'll let her arrogance cloud her judgement in combat situations.

Truly though she has the right to be arrogant, if it weren't for me she'd be the best in this clan hands down. She can even match me at times if we compare purely lightsaber technique, Knox and Laila are good but Knox is just that, and Laila seems to want to be more of a support jedi knowing skills such as force healing, force light, force barrier and revitalise. It's quite the impressive resumé even if her lightsaber combat it lacking slightly because of it.

Turning to me Ashoka asks "What about you big guy, you excited about getting your crystal".

"A little bit" I reply with a small smile. This elicits a jab in the side from Laila as she says "Come Lycan, I know your excited"

And too fucking right I was, who wouldn't be if they were this close to getting a laser death sword that can stab through just about everything.

"Guess your right but you won't catch me fangirling like a little bitch in front of all yous"

Getting a round of shook heads for my swearing we finally made it to some seats on the ship. From a seat down the front I hear Vebb shouting "Strap in, younglings once we jump to hyperspace it'll take us a couple of hours till we reach Ilum so get comfortable."

Looking at the other 3 round the table I pull out a deck of cards, shuffling them I ask "Who wants dealt in then?"

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After trouncing a few amateurs at cards for a couple hour we see the ice planet Ilum from the ships windows. All I could think was how fucking cold it was going to be. Sure with this body it wasn't going to be that bad, but before I transmigrated I hated the cold with a passion and living in Scotland it was freezing most of the year plus the rain made the cold 10 times worse than it already was.

And now just to get a magic crystal I have to run around in a cave that's most definitely below freezing. You could tell I wasn't in the best of moods.

"Cheer up Lycan" Laila says while rubbing my back, "Shouldn't you be happier about reaching Ilum? We're this close from getting our crystals".

Looking down at her I responded "It's no the crystals I'm concerned about it's the temperature, I can feel the cold from up here" adding another shiver to prove my point.

"Come on, I thought you were tougher than this" and that ladies and gents was all it took for me to get my act together. Straightening my back I looked at the planet once more and said "Too right I am, I'll get my crystal rapid style so I can chill back at the ship next to the heater" earning a giggle  from Laila.

When the ship landed the boarding ramp opened up and settled down in the cold snow, striding down the ramp me and the rest of the clan were taken to a massive wall of ice by Vodd and asked to help him open the passage way. Using the force we moved the ice to reveal the entrance to the temple and guess who we met inside.

Honestly I've no clue what his goal was coming her before us, like is it not better we share the same ship and save money instead of yoda coming here himself. Whatever what do I know, maybe he wanted to look mystic or some shit.

Walking up to yoda the padawan bows and moves to the side to allow Yoda to speak.

"Younglings, come for you to collect your cyber crystals, the time has. Your crystal, you must trust in yourself, to find" nodding sagely Yoda uses the force to move the massive crystal on the roof allowing it to do that mad cool light bouncing thing. As the light beam melts the ice door Yoda advises "The door will freeze over again, and you will be trapped, as daylight ends".

And of course some daft cunt asks "BuT wHaT wIlL wE dO iF wE dOn'T gEt BaCk In TiMe", like mate its fucking ice, you don't even need the force to break that shit just give it a few jabs and it'll break.

The jedi must say shit like that as a scare tactic so that the younglings feel pressured to find the cyber crystals or something.

"Trapped inside, for a whole rotation, you will be" Yoda replies to the youngling. "Wait, you should not, find your crystal, you should" As he says this the majority of the clan sprinted in and started running around like heedless chickens.

"Are we all going to split up, or do you want to stick together till we find our own crystals?" said Laila as her eyes ran across the 3 of us.

I told them my opinion "I don't mind we should find our crystals either way".

"I'm fine with that" "Same here" Knox and Ashoka both spoke. Deciding on that, the 4 of us head into the cave to look for a cyber crystal.

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Entering through the door, snow ice and rock came together to make a beautiful scene in the cave. The light reflected against many things, giving wherever you looked a bright shine. We followed the main path down the cave while taking in the view as we went.

Eventually we came to a room where the path ahead splits up into 3 different sections. Surrounding the pathways were surrounded by stone door frames that looked very antiquated, but still had an ancient charm too it from all the patterns and runes craved all over them.

"The path splits up here I think we should split up and find our crystals separately" Ashoka stated.

"How will we pick which path we a going to take?" Knox asked. Thinking for a few seconds I tell them, "I have an idea" and walked over to stand in front of the 3 doorways. Taking a deep breath and pointing my finger at one of the doors.

"It, bit, bird, shit, hairy, fanny, juicy, tit, you are, going, to, be, it" before my finger finally landed on the doorway to the right.

"Well I'm taking this door" I decided while looking back at the three of them to make sure they knew.

Ashoka didn't seem impressed with my display and argued "Lycan I thought you were being serious here, what happened to letting the force guide you".

"I'm being dead serious, that's the path I'm taking so yous better hurry up and pick one so we can find our crystals and leave already" I said as I began to walk down my chosen path.

After a few moments I could hear the pitter patter of footsteps coming from behind me, before I could turn my neck to see who it was the person already reached my side.

"Laila how'd you end up picking this path?" I questioned.

"Not sure, I just felt like the right one to pick" she replied. That's about as good an answer I'd get considering the force was involved.

As we strode down the path I couldn't help but wonder what trial I would end up getting from the cave. It's not as if I've got any blaring weaknesses, unless you count an extreme dislike for cold weather but I doubt that would be a problem since being here would already count as a trial to overcome.

It also made me think about how the cave even does shit like trial, like is the cave sentient or is it the crystals that make the cave sentient, man star wars is filled with lots of unexplained shit like this. For all I know it could be the tiny green fella moving the cave about from where he's sitting just to take the piss, I wouldn't even blame him for it imagine being nearly a thousand years old and spending most of it with the jedi. Fuck that noise.

Reaching a wide open space with a mini lake covering the opposite side from the one we are on splitting the room into two halves, with icicles looming over our heads that spread over the entire length of the room. It gave the area an untouched feeling as if it had been forgotten about for decades.

Looking across too the other side off the room our eyes are attracted to the 3 brilliant white shining crystals that were held within a block of ice near the middle of the frozen lake.

Finally these kyber crystals showed up, I was wondering if we were going to have to bust out the ice door because we were so late in finding them.

"Laila you seeing what I'm seeing" I said with a big grin on my face, but after a few moments there was still no response. Looking next to me I see Laila with an expression of abject horror on her face. This surprised me as I've rarely seen her sad never mind horrified at something.

Gently resting my tattooed hand on her shoulder I ask her calmly "Laila what's wrong, you don't look so good". She looked at me with a fearful expression on her face and quickly tore my hand off her shoulder and put some distance between us.

"Stay away from me" she stammered with a nervous expression on her face. If I was to guess what was happening, I'd probably this rooms done something to her that's made her suddenly fearful of me.

Standing in place for now I raise my hands in the air to show that I mean no harm, "It's ok I won't move" I calmly stated while trying my best to put a gentle look on my face. "Why don't you tell me what's so we can fix the problem.".

Taking several deep breaths Laila spoke "I... I cant feel anything from you. My senses feel empty"

Still not understanding I questioned "I still can't understand what you mean. Is it your senses that have been dulled or?".

"Its... your emotions, I can't feel them, it's like my mind's been cut off from everything".

So that's the problem, this area must've cut off all of her species telepathic abilities. That'll be rough for her since she's never experienced anything like it before. What she's feeling would be similar to if a human was suddenly prevented from seeing and hearing, no wonder she's so terrified.

"Laila listen to me" I insisted as I carefully walked towards her. "You can trust me you know. Do you think I'd do anything to you just because you can't sense how I'm feeling" me saying this evokes a complicated look to appear on Laila's red face.

Getting closer to her, "Think about how much time we've spent together over the years, have I ever done anything that would hurt you". Standing in front of her I knee down slightly and gently place my hand over her head.

"Tell you what, if not being able to feel how I'm feeling right now bothers you so much.  Why don't we get those crystals quickly and leave this place." I comforted her while stroking my hand through her deep blue hair."

As I comb her hair Laila's eyes begin to water slightly and she pulls me in for a tight hug. Resting her head on my lowered shoulder. "It's fine now Lycan, if its you I won't need my powers too feel safe here."

Woah woah woah hold the fuck up. I think this place might've broke her, don't get me wrong a cute girl giving me a hug doesn't bother me. It's just she's a bit young for me to be relishing the moment. When she gets a bit older I'll totally be down for all the cuddling she wants, but for now I still need to be weary about the intergalactic FBI.

A few moments later "As much as I enjoy this, don't we have some crystals to get" I smirked at Laila, making her skin turn a deeper shade of red as she eventually let go.

"Sorry about that" she squeaked.

"Don't worry doll, was my pleasure but what's the plan for getting those crystals. I won't be able to get across the ice without breaking it and I'd probably freeze to death if I fell in that water." I told her, getting a thoughtful look to appear on her face.

"I think I'm light enough to cross over the ice but it'd be a problem to break the ice that's holding the cyber crystals" She replied.

"Wait her for a second and I'll go get something for it" leaving the area I returned to the rocky hall and approached one of the stalagmites. Sizing it up for a moment I give it a solid punch that cracked the tip off before bringing it back and handing it to Laila.

As much as I didn't want someone else to touch my crystals in case of complications I said "Use this and just pick away at the ice till the crystals come out" getting a nod as a reply she begins to slowly edge across the frozen lake.

The walk across was mostly safe, with a few subtle crack appearing on the surface of the ice but Laila made her way safely across the the block that was holding the crystals. Holding on to the side of the ice she began to chip away at the ice.

After several hits the first crystal was visible, Laila tore the it out of it's ice casing and put it in her jacket pocket. As she does this the ice she was standing on began to visibly crack, spreading across a good portion of the lake giving her a fright and causing her to speed up her efforts of removing the crystal.

Watching this happen from where I was standing I quickly shouted to my companion "The ice holding the cyber crystals is holding the entire sheet of ice together" causing her to stop for a moment to look over to me. "Just come back over and I'll find another set of crystals"

As much as I wanted those crystals, it would be worth it if Laila fell in the freezing water. I might be an asshole but not on the level I'd risk my friends life just to get something. Only sith pussies do that kind of stuff.

Surprising me Laila reprimands me saying "Lycan if you want these crystals you'll have to trust me as much as I trust you. Have faith that'll I'll be able to get them, and the ice breaks I trust you'll be able to stop me from falling into the water".

She's got a fair point there, bit off a dick move from me after I said all that shit about trusting her a few minutes ago. Deciding that if the ice breaks I'd just catch her with telekinesis I told her to continue.

The second crystal that came out caused the ice to become even more unstable, making me ready my arms to prepare for catching her. Slowly but surely she chipped away at the ice over the third and final crystal. Every strike caused the ice's crack to worsen making my heart clench in my chest, I don't know why I was so scared since I knew it should be and easy task to use the force to lift her, but the fact that if I drop her she could die made my palms sweaty.

When the last cyber crystal was freed Laila swiftly grabbed it, as she done this the ice beneath her free finally cracked open prompting me to use the force to surround her can drag her over to me. Dropping her at my side I was filled with a sense of relief, while Laila just seemed pleased at getting the crystals safely.

"See I knew you would save me" she said with a smile of happiness and getting a similar smile from me.

"Catch" as she tossed over two of the three crystals into my grasp. Pocketing them I told her "Right, lets get back to the ship already, it's fucking freezing in here".

On the trip back out the cave we came across a trapped Ashoka stuck in a deep hole struggling to get out. Giving each other a quick look we go over the the edge of the pit to speak to her.

Laila shouts down "Ashoka do you need some help!" moments later a similar shout returns saying "No I'm fine I'll escape myself this must be my trial."

Shaking my head I bellowed down "There's not much time left before the door closes, you'll be stuck here if you don't get out in time"

Getting no reply in turn I look at Laila to get her opinion on this, when she nodded I leaped down the hole to go and talk some sense into her. As I land Ashoka angrily told me "Lycan why'd you jump down, now you'll be stuck as well".

"Doesn't you saying that mean you've admitted that your stuck" getting an embarrassed look to show on her face. "Don't worry about me I can just jump out no hassle. It's you that me and Laila are concerned about".

"But I've already got my crystal what if it disappears or something if I get help from you" she stated.

"Losing your crystal after already getting it just because of getting help sounds a bit daft does it not. Listen there's no harm in getting help if you can't do something, isn't helping each other out the jedi way or some shit."

Ashoka is silent for a few moments as she lets my words settle in before looking me dead in the eyes and asking "What's your plan then". Walking over to her I whisper in her ear the plan getting a startled response from the aspiring padawan, "You sure that's safe" giving her an assuring look I say "Should be as long as my aims decent".

"Laila you ready!" I yelled up to her, getting a shout back to confirm I tell Ashoka to get ready. Standing at he bottom of the ice wall Laila was at the top of I get into position, clasping my hands in front of me and leaning down a bit I nod to Ashoka to say I'm ready.

She begins to run towards me at high speed before jumping and using my clasped hands as a springboard. As she lands on my hand I use my strength to lift push her up and send her flying towards Laila who grabbed Ashoka's hands and pulled her too the top.

Seeing that she made it up without any accidents I channelled the force into my muscles and leapt up to where they were standing.

"Thanks for helping me you two, sorry for, err being so difficult" Ashoka say bashfully while her eyes drifted around the room, allowing Laila to grab her hand and say "Don't worry about it, that's what friends are for" as she gives her a cheerful smile.

"Right lets boost out of here before the entrance closes" I told them as we started to jog towards the exit.

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Slipping under the closing ice door with both Laila and Ashoka. We are met by Yoda and a few other members of the clan that have already collected their cyber crystals. The atmosphere was tense at the moment since the younglings weren't sure if everyone would make it out before the door freezes over.

This just goes to show how daft these younglings are, they can do some magic with the force but the can't use their brains, shit like this makes me think that they should've incorporated a common sense class into the youngling training as well. They only had us studying every other thing in the galaxy.

Another thing I was wondering was how the fuck Yoda's not froze to death already, the man's not even got a jacket on for fuck's sake. He's just chilling out on the ground not giving a fuck about the temperature. Respect where respect is due though, that's some hardcore shit.

A few moments later I saw Knox get under the almost closed door, making it out with his crystal just before the entrance freezes shut behind him. Standing up Knox comes over to greet the rest of the clan with a smile on his tentacled mug.

With Knox being the last one out Nahdar Vebb calms everyone down and turns to Yoda so he can say some mad sagely shit.

"Lessons, you have learned" he tells us, and then proceeds to go round the younglings one by one pointing out what we gained from the cave. How does he even know what happened. maybe the Master's stream the gathering so they can all get a laugh.

Slowly pacing past me, Laila, Ashoka and Knox he sluggishly spoke "Trust in others, trust in yourself, Humility and flexibility" gaining nods from each one of us.

"Make your lightsabers, you will. Follow your escort to the crucible, you must" waving Vebb back over to take us to the crucible for make our lightsabers.

Leaving yoda at the temple all of the clan make our way over to the the old republic ship, on the way over Knox was basically wanking over the thought of building a lightsaber, Like mate chill out a bit we're all excited but no need to get your tentacles in a twist.

Seeing the Crucible again I have to admit that star ships are cool as hell. I mean who wouldn't like a flying laser spraying death machine that can just into hyperspace at a moments notice. The Crucible was a beast of a ship, one of the biggest ones I've seen since I came to the temple at Coruscant. It was a paladin-class corvette, 99 meters long, has 5 sub-light thrusters and still works after a thousand years too boot. If that's not good maintenance I don't know what is.

Reaching the ship Vebb presses a few button on his wrist-controller which allows the landing ramps to unfold and extend from the ship. He then tell us "Youngling, find a seat on the ship and wait for us too leave the atmosphere. Once we leave I will introduce you to someone who will aid you in making your lightsabers" earning a cheer from the still overexcited younglings.

Strapping myself in next to Ashoka, Knox and Laila Knox your can't hold his excitement in any longer. Exploding with a flurry of questions "Do you guys know what kind of lightsaber you want? What colour do you think the crystal will turn? What about the person Padawan Vebb said he'd introduce us to? Do you think he's a jedi?".

Fucking hell that's a lot to take but in thankfully before more questions were asked Ashoka wacked his head and said "Calm down Knox you'll find out soon enough, If your too excited it'll be harder for you to create your lightsaber".

Knox calming down a bit but still having a fanatic twinkle in his eye told us "Sorry, I'm just so excited. I've been dreaming of this day for year"

Looking at Knox "Aye and so have we, but you don't see any of us being a ballhair off having a heart attack" getting laughs from both Laila and Ashoka.

Still though Knox was jittery as fuck until Vebb cam back through and began to introduce the person who's going to help us, "Younglings of the Clawmouse clan, I introduce you to Huyang" on cue a droid that loosely resembled an old man with a backpack.

"I really am getting too old for this, I wonder if can get a replacement so I can retire." Huyang thought out loud.

No fucking way man, the droid actually sounds like David Tennant. While I was trying to hold back my laughter Huyang explained to the younglings who he was. "I am Huyang, a Mark IV architect droid that has been helping jedi build their lightsabers on this ship for over a thousand years."

Damn makes me feel bad for the guy, imagine doing the same shit for thousands of years. I'd be gagging for someone to cut of my power supply.

Vebb tells the younglings "Now everyone is acquainted, we shall start the lesson now. Please place your kyber crystals on the table" as we do that Huyang uses a holoprojector that is build into his body to show us many different lightsaber hilts that have previously been made.

Before I even got my crystal I was already sure of what I wanted my lightsaber to be like. Even if they somehow didn't have the correct pieces to make it the Jedi's at the temple will have the gear for me to finish it.

Huyang goes round everyone and asks what lightsaber they want to build before taring he ship apart trying to find the pieces for the saber the youngling wanted.

This droid needs some help, can the republic not send a couple of cleaning droids to help the guy out. It must be a pain in the ass having to clean an entire ship yourself.

Eventually Huyang gets round to asking me what I wanted "Wow such a big youngling you are, I've never seen one of your species so large at this age. Any what do you desire your lightsaber to be like". I gave him the run down of what functions I wanted my saber to have.

The base forms going to be a dual bladed saberstaff but they will also be able to split into two separate weapons easily, so you can change between the two states at a moments notice. Being able to change my weapon quickly will make my form 7 fighting even more unpredictable, while also giving me the option to change to dual weapons when in tight areas where a saberstaff would be too long to use properly.

"My, my that's quite the lightsaber you intend on making. Luckily I appear to have something that would do the job" leaving for a minute Huyang came back with two boxes and said, "You will have to take some materials from this second box to modify the base design of the dual bladed lightsaber to allow for the quick transition from staff to dual blades. But don't worry I'll help you with that to make sure you don't blow yourself up."

Nodding at the droid I gratefully say "Thank you" and bring my kit over to a work station to leave it before going back to the main table with the other younglings. When everyone finished with their preparations Huyang asked us a question about our kyber crystals.

"Now do any of you younglings know how to awaken the force within a kyber crystal" getting no answers the droid then explains, "What you have to do to awaken the force within it is channel the force through your body and from there to the crystal. Not hard right, sadly I can't give you an example since as you can see, I'm a droid".

Doing what Huyang said I place a crystal in each hand and begin to let the force flow from my body into the crystals. As this is happening, all around the room the previously plain crystals began to light up in several different shades of blue and green. Continuing to channel force through my crystals they both began to light up in a brilliant purple colour. Opening my eyes I get a look at my awakened crystals.

Impressive was the only way to describe them, a neon purple sheen permeating through the smooth surface of the crystal. Purple then eh, honestly I've never had much of a preference for lightsaber colours, as long as it wasn't green it'd be all good.

Huyang eyed everyone crystals before looking at mine, "What a rare colour you have there, it suits a strange one like you" he spoke intrigued at the purple crystal. "Now youngling go back to you workstations with your crystals and follow the instructions to create your lightsaber.

Sitting down at my workstation I begin to modify the design but not before checking to see what colours everyone else got. Ashoka and Knox both ended up with the green and blue lightsaber that had in cannon, while Laila ended up with a slightly rarer yellow crystal that wasn't given much context. I'm pretty sure Plo Koon has one though.

Modifying the parts that needed to be changed I call Huyang over to check, giving me the green light I finally begin to use the force to piece together my lightsaber.

Around half an hour later I finished and got the professor to give it a final check before igniting it. No chance I'm risking dying here after waiting this long.

"Well done youngling, this is impressive work right here. You may ignite it but make sure your careful, there's not a lot of space here on the ship so don't go about swinging it willy nilly"

Nodding I reach for my freshly build lightsaber, grasping the hilt I then ignite my saber for the very first time. With an audible buzzing noise the saber staff ignites and purple layer of plasma extends from the hilt, lighting up the surroundings in a purple glow.

Admiring what I made for a bit longer I twisted the hilt in opposite directions with my two hands causing the staff to split into two separate weapons. Giving them a few quick swings, I must say they felt great. Having a real lightsaber feels totally different from those training sabers. Just the fact that I knew what I was holding was mine gave me a sense of euphoria, felt like I finally accomplished something meaningful after all the training I went through.

Turning to look a Huyang who was still watching me with my weapon, I extinguish my blade and reconnect the hilts together. "Cheers for helping me make these, I appreciate it" prompting a laugh to escape the droids speakers, "Don't worry young one it was my pleasure to finally see someone make something other than the typical jedi weapon". Giving him one last nod of thanks I leave the room to find a seat and await my return to Coruscant.

With a large grin on my face I thought about how I was going to get some real saber combat at the youngling tournament.

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Look at the Jedi High Council incredulously "What do you mean I'm not taking the initiate trails" I spluttered. At this point I'm fucking shitting myself no initiate trials means one of these two things. Either I'm getting exiled or some shit, but I doubt it since I've not done anything that could prompt that decision... that they should know of. Or I'm getting a master and fuck that noise.

This has got to be one of the worst times to get a Master. It's like a couple months away from the battle of Genosis, the jedi got ripped to fuckin shreds there, and I'm wanting none of that. I love life thank you very much.

If your wondering how this life threatening decision came to be we'll need to rewind a bit.

{Some time earlier}

The Crucible landed at the jedi temple, after a fun filled lightsaber making adventure. On the way back we all showed each other our light sabers, the three of them went for pretty standard lightsaber hilts with no special modifications. Pretty boring if you asked me but what can I say it's not my lightsaber. The rest of the trip was mostly spent playing cards, and me thinking about testing my new weapon out on Wires.

Bet he'll love getting slashed up as practice, ah droids, you've got to love them.

Walking down the landing ramp, me and the clan of youngling listen to some final words of wisdom from our escort Vebb. As he finished though Shaak Ti came over to the group.

"Can Lycan please accompany me to the High Council" she asked the escort, getting a swift yes as an answer since of course padawans don't have an opinion when a Jedi Master asks for something. Master Ti then turns to me and gestures to come over "Follow me Lycan the High Council has come to a decision about your future".

Pretty confused as to what she meant by that, I tailed behind her and probed "What do you mean by that?". Earning a reply from Shaak Ti as she said "Come on can't you wait till we make it too the chamber".

"Of course, of course just trying to get some information on what I'm walking into, I mean it does concern my future" I told her.

Shaak Ti's eyes glance over me for a second and she tells me, "I see the gathering hasn't changed your lack of decorum."

"What can I say, some things will never change" I spoke back.

"At least have more etiquette when you speak to the rest of the council, I might not mind but I don't think everyone there shares the same views" she advised me.

"Sure, but what do I get for being on my best behaviour" I coaxed trying to get something out of this situation.

A tick mark appears on the council members forehead "You do realise I'm trying to look out for you here, do you think Master Mundi would be happy with your lack of respect" she states with more tone in her voice.

"Of course not but what's he actually going to do, stare the face off me" I said making Shaak Ti Shake her head.

"I wondered what I was thinking when I agreed to that proposal" she sighed as we made it to the council chambers entrance. The doors to the room slide open and Shaak Ti gestures for me to go to the centre of the room while she takes her seat.

Standing in the middle of the room I greet Grandmaster Yoda, who's somehow magically got here from Ilum. After giving him a short bow I stand in front of the council in a relaxed manner, hands in my pockets as I look at the other council members stopping over Plo Koon's handsome mug for a few extra seconds as he gives me a reassuring nod.

Eventually Yoda speaks up "Decided, your future path we have. Taking the initiate trails, you shall not". This caused my previously relaxed body to lock up.

{Back to the present}

"We mean we are promoting you to the rank of padawan, therefore there is no need for you to do the trials" Mace Windu said causing all my hopes of exile to fall into the abyss.

"But how do you know I'll ready to become one" I countered back as a cold sweat begins to form on my back, "Those of us on the council think you what showed enough skill and knowledge in the force to be promoted to padawan. You know the mantra, and from your training with me I can clearly say you have the will to resist the pull of the darkside, the only thing preventing you from being a padawan was the creation of your own lightsaber." Mace Windu strongly stated leaving no room for arguments.

"Then how will a I get a master, surely I'd need to perform in the tournament to gain the approval of a potential master" I said hoping they'd delay it until after the tournament.

"We have all agreed that, you competing in the tournament will make it an unfair challenge for your opponents. Your top of your clan at both force and lightsaber technique, adding in your size and body's physical capabilities will make for a spar where your opponent is wildly outclassed, therefore giving them no chance to display their own talents without making it seem as you are allowing them the chance to do so." Windu surmised.

What kind of dogshit reasoning is that, is the whole point in the tournament not to show your skill. So what if I let them get a few easy shots, surely the potential master could still tell how skilled the youngling is from in.

"We have already chosen a master for you and gotten their approval on the matter" That's the final nail in the coffin, chances are I'll be fucking dead soon, killed off by either the droids or the bugs. Fuck this shit man, I'll need to find a way to desert soon maybe I'll should be able to kick it as a bounty hunter I just need to lay low for a while so the order doesn't find me.

While I was planning my great escape, the doors to the council chamber slid open waking me from my reverie. I wasn't in the right mindset to be ready for what came through those doors. A blue skinned twi'lek on her head was a traditional headdress for the species that framed her face and had parts coiling down the length of both lekku. She was wearing a thin black crop top revealing a fair amount of cleavage to onlookers and showing off her athletic midriff along with some tight leggings that highlighted her curves.

My mind done a complete 180, all I could think of now was how her hips must be the widest the galaxy has ever seen.

"Jedi Knight Aayla Secura has been appointed your as your master for the foresee able future based on recommendations from the council and Jedi Master Qinlan Vos".

You know what maybe the genosian and jedi armies won't be as bad as they were in cannon. Could even get brownie points with 'Master' for heroically saving her all heroic and manly like.

Finishing up the meeting Yoda slowly said "Dismissed, this meeting now is. and may the force be with you". Everyone in the chamber stands up to leave, getting a wave from both Plo and Shaak its now just me and my new boss left in the room.

Staring at each other for a moment Aayla says "Master really downplayed your size when he spoke about you" the high difference between us was quite comical for a Master apprentice duo. Despite her being tall for a female twi'lek coming in at 5'5, she was still nearly a foot smaller than me.

"I take it your Master is Vos then" getting a nod in reply. Honestly I totally forgot Vos even had an apprentice, he never spoke about Aayla whenever he stopped by my room since we normally just talked about lad stuff. He's quite a laugh when he's not out tearing it up on the battle field.

On that note Aayla declared to me "Let's go find a seat and we'll talk about why you we're made my padawan". Trailing behind her we leave the empty council chambers as we walk off to find a place for a chat.

Finding a seat at the lunch area of the temple, we called the droid over to order our food. While waiting for the food to be made Aayla questioned "Do you know the specifics of what changes now that your are a padawan". Shaking my head she continues on "The basic changes are that you now be brought on missions with me, on completion you will get paid a certain amount of credits depending on what happens on the mission. This money comes from the senate who pay the jedi credits per mission and also gives a yearly donating to the temple for the peacekeeping on Coruscant and other allied planets."

Curious to how much money I'll be able to mooch off the temple I ask "What do the jedi do with the money given to them by the senate".

Expecting this question Aayla states "Most of the yearly funds the temple is given gets redistributed to various charities around the republic. While the rest is used to either service the droids and ships at the temple or restock on equipment used for training the younglings."

Thinking for a second I wonder "Now that I'm a padawan will I get my own starfighter for travelling". I hope so piloting a fighter's got to be one of the most fun things to do at the temple. It's like playing a game in 7D. The simulators they have for training are free to use so whenever I got bored I'd jump in a pod for a fuck about. Got quite good at it too, but I recon that fleeing about in the real thing would be even better.

"As a padawan you are entitled to a Delta-7B Aethersprite-class light interceptor starfighter but they have to be ordered in so you won't have one for immediate use". Bummer but at least I'll have one soon, hope i comes before the battle of Geonosis so I can pimp the fuck out of it, stick a boom box and a couple bass boosters in there to blast the tunes from. Have a wee jedi rave on the way over.

Making sure I ask "How long do you think it'd take to arrive".

"Should be no more than a month", good stuff man the plans on.

"Being a padawan now means you have a room in the jedi temple so you'll have to move your stuff to it before the droids come and clean your room at the end of the week." fuck that's going to be a pain in the arse.

I'll just get wires to do it, give him some exercise.

"Finally as a padawan you are now able to leave the temple and have a look around Coruscant" Aayla said.

Thank fuck, finally I can leave there's so much shit to try now. Defos going to have a blast at the space booze you get here n maybe get ma hole while am at it. 9 years without a decent drinks been killing me.

"That's about it for what you need to know. I'll tell you about your apprenticeship after we eat " she says as the droid puts our plates down.

Even the food tastes better when you can see booze on the horizon.

While eating the food Aayla tells me "You know why you ended up with me instead of someone else as a master"

Swallowing the food in my mouth "Honestly I'm not too sure, from the look of things we have different combat styles from each other. So I'm guessing it's related to another factor." I told her as I fill my spoon up with more of the plant filled shite that's on my plate.

"Something like that. Some of the members of the High Council have concerns about you falling to the darkside since you have learned Vaapad. So I've been tasked to look out for you in case it happens since... I have previous experience returning to the light." she told me in an ashamed manner towards the end.

Slightly confused I asked "And how are you supposed to help me if that happens?"

In a solemn manner Aayla explains, "Back when I was a padawan under my masters tutelage, I ended up loosing my memory due to being drugged by glitteryll. During the time my memory was lost, someone seduced me to the darkside. Eventually I managed to return to the light and with the help of my master I got my memories back as well. Knowing about this the High Council deemed me suitable to help you if the time ever arises."

Well there's something I never knew, but you know what they say. If they can do it once, they can do it twice.

Finishing the slop that the Jedi's call food we get back to the initial conversation.

"The apprenticeship will last until I think you are ready for the padawan trials. While at the temple you will be trained by me 6 days a week, unless we I tell you otherwise." Aayla begins to explain.

Man 6 days a week is brutal, have the jedi never heard of child labour before.

"What would you train me in?" I questioned my master causing her to ponder over the question for a moment.

"From what I've heard you are adept at form 5 and 7. While I can't help you with form 7 that much, I can help you improve upon form 5 and also form 4 if you would like to learn it to a higher degree. I'm also a proficient pilot so we will have advanced flight lessons when your ship arrives"

Extra form 5 training sounds decent but I'm not too sure about form 4, my bodies a bit to heavy for agile movements like that but it wouldn't hurt to try. The flighting lesson would be good too, don't want to get blasted up in space during the clone wars that'd just be a disappointment to die like that.

"What about force abilities, can you teach me any?" as much as the archives have done me a solid I've practically run them dry that this point. To get more force techniques I'd need someone to teach me.

"In combat I don't tend to use any other force skills other than the basics." Well that's just great, so much for that then. "But I do know how to use some technqiue that's essential for infiltration and confusing opponents" making me perk back up.

"Can you teach me it" no matter what kind of force technique it is, they are always useful in one situation or another. Better off learning it in case I end up having to use it one day.

"It's more of an innate ability that come naturally to people but I'm willing to try and teach you if your ready to put in the effort" Aayla tells me.

"Definitely if I don't have the talent to learn it, I'll just focus on other things" I answered making my master nod.

"Good answer, there's no point in getting hung up over something your not good at. Why don't we head a training room then and I'll show you how it works". Standing up she heads over to the exit with me following behind her.

After a short eye candy filled walk we entered a training room. As soon as the doors shut Aayla disappears, guessing that this is her infiltration technique I give the room a one over in an attempt to find her. Sensing movement to my left I turned to look. When suddenly there's arms wrapped round around my neck with a dainty blue thumb pressing against my neck.

"That was force cloak mixed in with a some slight illusions. How'd you like the demonstration" She cheekily in her accented voice,

"I'll admit it you got me there, but how do the techniques work since I doubt they'd work as well if I knew what I was up against." I replied enjoying the feel of her ample chest on my back.

"Force cloak is a technique where you manipulate the light and soundwaves around your body to make you essentially invisible, its weakness is that you can still be found by force sense so it's not very useful against force sensitive beings".

Thinking of an idea "Can't you use force stealth at the same time to null its weakness" I said.

"It is possible but that requires an incredible amount of skill to perform both techniques at once" she breathed into my ear.

Understanding what she was getting at I intended to end the conversation "As much as I enjoy having you latched onto me, I have a room to move out of so unless you want to help your beloved padawan you can let go".

Unravelling her arms from my neck, she giggles and steps away. "Assume that means I won't get help" shaking her head she pats my shoulder and walks towards the exit. "Nope you can count it as early training, which begins tomorrow by the way" Aayla says walking away as her plump bottom swings with each step.

Fuck she's sexy.

After threatening to cut Wires's oil supply off if he didn't pack all the stuff in my room up, the first part of moving rooms was complete. As we were about to start moving the boxes I heard someone knocking on my door.

Sliding the doors open I'm greeted to a group of Knox, Ashoka and Laila. Before I could speak I was bombarded by all sorts of questions.

"Right calm the fuck down, there was far too many questions for me to answer there" this got the younglings to quieten down, "Now one question at a time so I can actually answer them".

First was Ashoka "What we're you called to the council for?" a relatively easy question to answer, "They promoted me to the rank of padawan hence why everything in the rooms packed up, next". Then came Knox "How was it being in a room with so many Jedi Masters your self" fucking fanboy pansy ass cunt, of course he'd ask something like that. Bet he jerks off to lightsaber forms before bed every night. "Uncomfortable, it's proper weird having so many grown men staring at you" especially Ki-Adi-Mundi that guy's a fill blown psychopath. Lastly the young zeltron "You need any help with moving" and there's why Laila's my favourite "Aye that'd be decent, just make sure too leave plenty boxes for Wires. He needs to work hard to justify his up keep price".

"But Master you don't pay for my up keep" the droid rebutted as he was stacking the boxes. "Pay me back for all the time I spent building you then" I said turning around to check if he was still working.

Ashoka and Laila both came in to carry some boxes, and eventually after Knox was done fapping over the council he helped too. Making sure we brought all the stuff so we didn't need to come back for a second trip, we set off to find ma new gaff. Being careful not to drop anything, we made it to the main jedi apartment complex.

Entering the hall you could instantly see the upgrade from the youngling quarters. I'll tell you for a bunch of minimalists the jedi sure did like their fancy buildings, they even have an entire hall of cyber crystals somewhere in the temple. The shiny marble floor had a red velvet carpet stretching across its entire length, and with medium-sized pillars separating the rooms you could say I was impressed at the standards of the hall.

Sadly may impression of the hall hit rock bottom as soon as the room door opened. "Fucks sake it looks the same" but apparently I was the only one that cared that the only difference between the rooms was a bigger window. It genuinely was just an upgraded prison cell minus the bars.

"Just put the stuff down wherever, Wires can unpack it." I told them getting the droid the comment unhappily "But Master Lycan I've not had a break since you came back". Before he could stop working I quickly said "You don't get tired, maybe if you finish up quickly I'll give you the oil" and that's how you give a droid incentive to do shit.

While we were waiting on Wires to unpack Ashoka asked "Who did the council assign you as a Master".

it felt weird speaking to a more mild Ashoka at this point, I can remember watching the clone wars and fucking hating her character at the start. With good reason to as well, she was just a general annoyance that would get away with shite all the time. Then eventually her character development hits and she evolves into a decent person.

The Jedi done her dirty though since apparently no one in the order knows how to conduct a decent investigation. Then when she gets her name cleared they have a cheek to hit out with it was a test.

That's like being falsely accused on death row and nearly getting offed. Only surviving when they find the real culprit. Typical jedi shamelessness.

"Aayla Secura, can't say I'm not happy with the councils choice either" I reply to her earning a strange look in return

"That seems like a weird choice to train you" she probes.

"It is but according to the council she's the best choice to help me in case I fall to the darkside from using Vaapad" I tell her

Not understanding how those two things tie together she questions "And how is she supposed to help with that".

"Fuck knows maybe she'll seduce me back to the light with that sexy body of hers" causing Ashoka's face to blush as she lets out a chuckle, and Laila's skin began to change between different colours as she'd been listening into the conversation.

Don't ask about Knox who knows what weird stuff he's up to just now. After we finished carrying my stuff to the new room he left between labored breaths, guess talking about the council was too much for his virgin cock to handle.

Wait can I even make virgin jokes about others in this body. Fuck it I'll get that problem sorted when I leave the temple.

Looking at the clock that reads '14:07' I ask the pair if they want to grab some lunch then get some training in after. Agreeing we go down to canteen get some scran and find a training room that's empty.

Wires was freshly oiled and ready to go. Being the gentleman that I am, I let Laila and Ashoka spar with him first while I started to blast targets with electric judgement. Recently I've been trying to improve on it, sure shooting lightnings fine but there's many other ways that could make it better.

I've been able to make the lightning chain between targets but that's about it so far. The plans to make a couple more variants to use in combat and to do that I first need to learn how to control the the lightning as it's shot out, and that shites not easy. Maybe I'll go ask Plo Koon about it, see if he's got any idea's. If I could fully control the lightning it would be much easier to avoid people blocking it with a lightsaber since you could split the stream at the last moment and fry the cunt.

Another thing I'm trying to do it release the lightning from different parts of my body, once I get it down if going to be great for fighting dirty. Imagine showing an opening to your opponent just for some lightning to fly out, a perfect strategy if I do say so myself.

Some time later Laila and Ashoka finish sparing with Wires and begin to train in the force. While I started to copy the fuck out of Wires using form 3.

I'm going to practice the fuck out out of it for Genosis, since I'd rather not get murdered by some trigger happy droids spraying fire from all over the place. If I'm going to survive I'll need to make sure my blaster defence if top notch. Definitely going to get some armor as well, not sure what type though.

After a few hour we finish the session up as I told them I was going out to explore Coruscant before my training starts tomorrow.

"You two want me too look for anything when I'm out" I asked them. Getting two negative replies they left and I went for a shower and a change of clothes before covering up Wires to bring him with me without attracting too much attention. Wrapping him in some thick robes with a hood, we began to leave the Jedi Temple.

Leaving and getting to see the streets of Coruscant for the first time was quite the experience, the hustle and bustle was on a different level from anything I've seen before. Level 5127 was where the giant city was, so from the roads me and Wire were walking on, I could see the countless starships (I think) using flight paths to move around.

Another thing I was impressed at was how clean the streets were, literally not one spec of dust anywhere. Imagine the cost of keeping everything clean with droids, too much for me to think about that's for sure.

First things first, I need some credits or I won't be able to do shit. No booze, no armour, no nothing. Therefore I find my way through the masses of people to an elevator that could take me down to the lower levels of the planet. Since what's a better way to get money than to borrow it from other criminals.

Stepping in the lift Wires pressed the key for a random lower level, while the music in the elevator starts to play... what in the actual fuck is this shite. It literally sounds like gears turning.

There's another way to make credits here, give the aliens some decent tunes to listen to instead ae this shite.

After a long elevator journey filled with diabolical music we reached the underground of Coruscant, "I have to agree with you Master Lycan, even my central processing unit is struggling to understand the enjoyment for listening to what my auditory sensors are picking up on". You know its bad if the droid can't make heads or tails out it.

With plans of being an intergalactic DJ on the horizon, me and Wires began scouring Coruscant's dirty underbelly for criminal activity. The difference is like night and day comparing this level to the surface, the general lack of light paired with a lack of law enforcement makes for a shady looking level. The buildings being run down was the least of your worries being here, the two of us were only walking around for a few minutes and we already seen several cases of armed robbery.

Of course we stopped it after robbing all participants of their coin, which was easy even without a lightsaber. Even if I wasn't as awesome as I was, having a fucking ninja killer droid made it an easy task. Before knocking them out and ditching them in a random alley way we made sure to get some information about the crime bosses in this area.

With a few timely threats we worked out that a man called Nhax Menerro was top dog around here and therefore will be our ticket out of poverty.

A few more threats to the right people and we got an area where he usually sets up shop in while he's here. Heading over we began the search.

Watching from the roof of a nearby building we see our man sitting at a desk facing away from the window while his arms were rapidly packaging some sort of blaster rifles in a container which markings read something completely different. Nhax's main business is shifting weapons too different gangs, both on and off planet.

He's probably got other jobs on the side but who cares at this point. All I care about is how much money he's got saved up.

Telling Wires the plan and that before we get all the cash and information he has, that he's not aloud to kill him. Otherwise we'd just have a dead man and no clue where his stuff is.

After double checking to make sure Wires won't do anything daft. Wires scaled the side of the building and broke through the window entering the room from behind our cash cow.

With Wires busting through the window and pinning the man onto his seat with a blaster aimed at his skull, I had the grand view of seeing the testicles on his lower jaw quiver as he sat in fear of what's to come. All the while I was thinking about how such a fugly species came to exist.

Swear down that when I watched the first movie I genuinely thought that the mandibles on the Aqualish from the cantina were just a pair of balls latched onto his face.

Wires picks the blaster hanging off his hip and tosses it over to me. Catching it I have a look at the design, and found out it was a GL-77 blaster pistol. Nothing too special so I add it to the collection of new blasters hanging from my belt.

Walking up to the captive I tell him "Tell me where you keep your money and I won't kill you" making the Aqualish tremble even more than he already is.

A few weird noises later Wires translate it into "I will tell you what you want to know, just please don't kill me".

"Bring us to it then, Wires don't let go of him in case he tries something". Following being Nhax and Wires, he took us too another room in the complex and points to a safe.

"Open it" I ordered while Wires lets an arm go so he could punch the code in. An audible crack comes from the safe as the door begins to side open and I seen the multitude of different colours of credits lying inside. It was a beautiful till I realised there was only around 30,000 credits. The bastard must still be hiding some.

Turning back to look at Nhax and stared to use a mind trick on him that would amplify his fear. Don't want to risk trying to mind break him before getting the money.

"The rest of the money where is it?" I commanded as I pulled a blaster pistol off my hip. Aiming the muzzle at his head "I'll give you 5 seconds to give me an answer before I pull the trigger".

Beginning to tone down on the fear, on the count of 3 Nhax spills the beans on where he stashed the rest of his money.

"Well hurry up and take us to it then" I said while spinning the blaster round my finger. Stumbling around, he eventually takes us to a different room and opens up a compartment hidden under furniture.

In the room there was credits lying everywhere a good hundred thousand if I was correct. Looking back at the Aqualish I demanded "Your ship as well, where do you keep it".

Saying something which Wires translates into "He's keeping it in ship yard 43, he said he'll even give you the keys for it". After Wires says that Nhax walks over to a drawer and puts a code in to open it.

Feeling around the drawer he rapidly pulls out a different blaster pistol and fires a few shots at me and Wires. Fucking dick should've expected something like this from someone who's been in the smuggling business for years.

Holding my hand out I use tutaminis to absorb the blaster fire aimed at the two of us while Wires fills the Aqualish up with plasma from his blaster.

"Good job mate, since he's dead I need you to find somewhere to leave the body". As the droid leaves with the dead Nhax, I begin sorting out the credits into different bags to make it easier to carry.

Soon Wires makes it back and I tell him to bring down all the blasters he was packing so I could take a look at them. When he brought them down I almost had a fucking heart attack. T-7 ion disruptor rifles and 30 of them at that, these bad boys are lethal to organics and droids. I could probably sell these for a pretty penny but fuck that imagine having a platoon of troops with these, Not many things would be able to stop them.

Thinking for a moment I tell Wires, go and find one of those mad floating things for all the cargo. We're moving everything out of here and getting a better place to keep it.

While my partner does that I, finish up packaging everything up for the move. In total we've make 360,000 credits which is good for just now, not enough to buy full starships or anything like that but at least I'm not poor anymore.

Eventually Wires brought back one of those floating things and we begin our ascent to buy a new gaff.

After a relatively easy trip to an upper level of Coruscant with a lower crime rate. I bought a flat to stash the money in along with the disruptors we took from the testicle faced cunt.

We checked out the ship he had too, disappointingly it was nothing special just a basic Coruscant Freighter.

Not really worth upgrading but it can still be used to carry shit so I won't be selling it yet. Can't wait for my ship to come so I can take it for a spin.

Right now I'm in the entertainment district, and you already know what the script is. Am gonny git fuckin mad wae it aff alien drink, it's a Scottish's mans wet dream.

Heading to the Outlander Club, that club where Obi-wan was tempted to buy death sticks. From the reviews that were on the Holonet said it was the best value club in this area.

So with the intent of getting rattled I entered the club.

What a fucking disappointment this is. There's not even tunes on just cunts walking about in silence, where's the fun in that. No even a band or anything. This just pushed me further down the line of making tunes for these boring cunts. Shit maybe I could make a club that doubles down as an information broker, sounds like a sound plan to me.

Walking up to the bar, I was amazed at the different kinds of booze they had in stock, there's literally so much bevvy here I've never drank before, so many different ways to black out.

In fact do I even want to black out again, this shit happened last time. Fuck it fingers crossed I won't end up in a different universe again.

Ordering some ardees from the Human bar tender was easy as just asking, what can I say being this tall, tattooed and handsome has its perks. Never even had to use a jedi mind trick.

Taking my first swig of intergalactic alcohol and I must say, unlike these aliens taste of music, their alcohol is spot on. I doubt this stuff's very hard though, should probably branch out onto some spirits. Unlucky that Wires can't drink must be fucking shite living like that.

A few rounds later that consisted of a multitude of different drinks, a man who I could tell was force sensitive sat in the barstool next to me. He had unkempt black hair with some stubble that made him look like a dodgy dealer you'd see around here trying to punt death sticks.

"What's a padawan like you doing here didn't the order teach you better" The man said while ordering a drink for himself.

The man was Rael Averross and if I actual gave a fuck about the jedi order this guy would be my role model. He was like Qui-Gon Jinn on steroids with a drinking problem. He overall didn't give two fucks about how other people seen him, as long as it didn't break the code he was all for it. Don't really know much about him other than he was Count Dooku's padawan.

"What can a man do when he's got role models like you" I jested back at him, getting a shrug of a shoulder from the jedi master.

"What can I say, a man's gotta do what a mans gotta do. Jedi or not" he sagely said.

Nodding I raise my cup and say "I'll drink to that" and we clinked our glasses together, officially beginning the first Jedi sesh in all of galactic history.

"So really, why you here I know I don't check in on the younglings these days but for one to turn up here as soon as he's a padawan. That's got to say something about the orders methods" he asked me.

"The trainings boring as fuck mate, what'd you expect me to do when I can finally get a drink" I tell him while finishing my glass of jet juice.

"That's it young padawan, let the drink flow through you" Rael quipped, fucking hell I nearly spat the booze back out when he said that. I imagine every jedi on Coruscant just felt a disturbance in the force when he said that.

"If the council heard you staying that they'd be in uproar" I told him as I ordered another glass of jet juice, that shits what I'm looking for, something hard to get me blotto. Its a pain in the the arse having a body like this since my alcohol tolerance feels like its double what it was back in Scotland.

And that's saying something.

"The councils always in an uproar, should've seen them the time I convinced Qui-Gon that getting pussy was a good idea Hahahaha". Ordering a jet juice of his own Rael told me about his antics with his late friend and I quote he said 'Falling in love—that's what the Jedi Code forbids. Getting laid? Not so much.' what a legend, fuck Ki-Adi-Mundi he got special permission for it since his species cock doesn't work properly so he doesn't count.

After a good laugh and a few more drinks he tells me "I'm going to head out front for a cig, you coming".

Quickly downing the rest of my drink I said "Sound mate, but only if you tap is wan" already with a fag in his gub he replies "Fine, I'll even jump in for a packet if you want".

Leaving the bar we stepped round the side alley and he pulls out 2 cancer sticks. I started cracking up when he pulled his lightsaber out to light his fag.

Eventually I got round to lighting mine while my intoxicated mind watched in shock and awe at the smoke bending Rael was doing. When he said to watch him I was expecting hoops and shit, no full blown starships made out of smoke.

"Here mate, you ever though of making a force technique like that" I asked cause honestly I think its plausible some sort of illusion technique or an escape one.

"No can't say I have. I only learned it since it's good for picking up the Twi's around here" This guy man, the only Jedi master with decent patter. Don't get me wrong Plo Koon and Shaak Ti are nice but you couldn't banter around with them like you can with Rael.

"Am serious mate, a think it's got potential" I told him.

Ceasing to blow more smoke contraptions Rael thinks for a moment and says "Fuck it sounds like a decent idea. Won't be able to do it sober though so I'll tell your master we're going round Coruscant for some secret training if you catch my drift".

"Aye mate, becoming one with the booze and all that" I say wisely with a serious look on my face.

Dibbing the fags out Rael said to me with a sly smile "You know speaking of your master I spoke with her before I left and she said you've got training tomorrow" fuck forgot about that. I'll need to get up early as well, hopefully my sexy body will kick in and save me from a hangover.

"Forgot about that man, I'll have to head" before I could turn to leave Rael grabs me and says "Don't go through the main entrance smelling of alcohol the sentinels are assholes about drinking. If they see you going in drunk they'll end up taking you to the council for some sort of reprimanding for drinking so young, plus your Master will end up in trouble for not keeping you on a leash".

"What do you suggest then?", the Jedi Master smiles at this and answered "You and your droid follow me. I'll show you my secret passage that I take when I go back to the temple pissed".

Following along with Wires he takes us down winding side streets till we end up directly beneath the temple. From there on we had to some mad parkour while Wires was strapped to my back. Defos need to stick a jetpack on him, fact I need a jetpack. I could just fly up instead of jumping everywhere.

Eventually we reach the ventilation shaft that leads to them temple. At this moment I realised how much work he put in finding this route out.

Stopping, Rael reaches into his pocket and give me a sheet of paper that had the ventilation layout for the entire temple saying "You keep it, I've got a couple copies in my room. I only need it for when I'm proper drunk and forget the way back".

"Cheers mate, al catch ye after then" waving at the sound as fuck jedi master I head for the ventilation in my hall so I can at least get a little sleep before my dangerously sexy Master starts training me.

Chapter Text

After getting a pep talk from the jedi masters about the battle plan, the strike team got into their ships, left the atmosphere before all jumping into hyperspace at the same time. The choice for getting there was either take a Consular-class Republic Cruiser with a few other jedi or fly your own ship there with the hyperspace rings available.

Obviously I'm taking my own ship, why would I risk getting put in a ship with a bunch of weirdos when I could sit with the tunes in my own. So for the next couple hours it just me and some wicked beats.

Once we jumped into hyperspace I pulled out my space age tune making machine. With gear like this I've no clue how they've managed to make bad music with stuff like this. There's basically an infinite amount of possibilities with the song you can make using this, you don't even need your own vocals either. There's a setting that lets you create your own vocals by just messing around with a few buttons, quality since songs without vocals just feel weird in my opinion.

Plugging the machine in I started messing around with it trying to create more music from back home. Obviously sticking my bootlegged version of the national anthem on repeat for the majority of the trip before spending the rest making more bootlegged songs that I'll claim as my own if anyone asks.

Eventually the ship left hyperspace and with it came the rest of the strike team. As instructed we followed Mace Windu's ship to the landing area, which next to a plateau not far from the arena. To get there the ships had to enter the atmosphere quite far away from the arena before flying low towards the landing point.

If you asked me instead of landing I would've just blown the cunts up with the ships laser canons before doing a quick pick up for Kenobi, Anakin and Padme. Once they were in a ship everyone could just fly away back to Coruscant. Way less risk and casualties involved.

Landing the ships, everyone gets out and begins splitting up into groups for entering the arena.

Switching the ship off I jump out the cockpit and make my way over to Aayla, Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Coleman Trebor and Bultar Swan. A decent group on paper, shame that ones a psychopath and another can't even block a few blaster shots without dying. At least being near Aayla and Plo makes it easier to drag them away from the battlefield when shit hits the fan.

It's probably going to be a pain in the arse since they'll want to help their fellow jedi out, but nothing I can't handle. As for the other two I honestly don't care, Mundi's just got a few screws loose from reading the code too often, the mans literally been turned loony by the order and Trebor. Well I've not got much of an opinion on him, just seems like he died a pretty shit death, nothing for me to cry over anyway and I never even knew Swan existed till today so there's that.

"Let us move to our position" Mundi said to the rest of the group as he turned his back to us and started walking away. Man the sticks so far up his arse you could see it when he's talking. He's basically the walking embodiment of everything wrong with the jedi order just now.

In a nutshell the Order's just pushing people down the path of loosing all emotions, what's the point in being alive if you can't feel anything.

Giving Plo and my master a quick look we follow on behind megamind.

Along the way Aayla turns to me and asks "You feeling any better with all these Jedi here with you".

Almost scoffing I tell her "Not a chance, you know how I feel about this mission".

After I say this Plo Koon jumps in "I know you have your doubts about this mission, but there was just no way of having anyone apart from the us attempt a rescue" breathing through his apparatus Plo continues, "No other planet would agree to set up a strike team in time to save them".

"I still think stalling for time would've been better instead of what the council has planned" I said while scratching the lid of my flask from the inside of my robe.

"Worry not young padawan, if all goes well there will be no fighting" the Master firmly says.

As much as I like Plo, he's too trusting in the council for his own good. But so are most Jedi, they just follow blindly without realising the consequences if things go tits up.

I told Aayla, Plo and Shaak Ti about how I felt something was going to go wrong during this mission but they just said I couldn't trust the force visions and dismissed my warnings that easily. I know that visions aren't 100% accurate but they should've at least took something from it.

Soon after we began walking I saw the arena for the first time, if I never knew what it looked like already I wouldn't have been able to tell it apart from a rocky hill. From the outside it looks like a boulder that's been upscaled a few hundred times.

As we got closer we could hear the cackling of the geonosian crowd as the cheered at what was going on in the arena. It sounded fucking disgusting, like a sea of people choking on something. Man those bugs make a horrible sound.

When we reach the walls of the arena Mundi speaks up, "We have to go through these alcoves to reach inside of the arena. From here on everyone must be as stealthy as possible, therefore no lightsabers until Master Windu gives us the signal. Understand?".

Honestly I was expecting a more advanced form of stealth to be used instead of just being quiet and not using lightsabers, but if it worked before why should I complain.

Heading through the dark tunnels gave me a sense of being in a maze, the winding long passageways and the everlasting darkness felt like they were keeping you captive. I wouldn't know if I was going in the right direction if it wasn't for the passageway getting progressively brighter and the sound from the crowd getting clearer.

Coming to a cross junction Master Plo stops us from walking any further and signals us to take cover against the indents in the wall. Swiftly following his orders the group presses against the left wall. Moments later I could hear the beating of wings rapidly approaching, holding my breath I pressed against the wall and my eyes traced the figures of several geonosian's racing towards the seating, narrowly passing by our group.

A minute of so later I let myself breath again with Plo Koon giving us the all clear. Around 20 or so meters in front of us was the opening that would take us to the lowest seating area around the arena floor.

With every step we took towards the light, my heart rate increased. My mind was filled with the thought of being trapped within the arena surrounded by legions of droids. My rough tattooed hand scratched at the flask on my belt as we waited at the edge of the doorway, waiting for the signal to come out.

While waiting for Mace to stop a party I look at my master, "I something goes wrong, don't do anything daft" I whispered.

Getting a compassionate smile in return Aayla rubs my shoulder and encourages my by saying in a thick accent  "Don't worry, if something like your vision happens make sure you stay close to me and don't wander off. I'll keep you safe."

Aye right man the only thing that could keep me safe is not being here. Still I gave her a small smile of acceptance for the thoughtful gesture.

Suddenly Mundi gives us the gesture to come outside as he steps into the light and ignites his blue lightsaber striking a funny looking pose. As stressful as this situation was the sight of seeing so many striking daft poses with their lightsabers almost made me laugh... well until the gates opened and battle droids started flooding in.

As the jedi in the strike team that were spread across the arena ignited their lightsabers, the thousands of geonosians begin to scatter to safety. The sun was blotted out from all the flying bugs, casting a shade covering the floor of the soon to come battlefield.

From where I was standing I could see Windu sharing words with the count, while his saber was pressed to Jango Fett's neck. Suddenly blaster fire started coming from from the hall behind the Jedi Master, causing him to deflect several with his lightsaber which gave Jango the breathing space to switch his wrist mounted flamethrower on and send a plume of fire towards Windu.

Sensing the flames rapidly surging towards him windu backflipped off the podium down to the floor of the arena, blocking several blaster bolts during the descent.

This is when it all started, most of the geonosians had flew away at this point so the arena had brightened up once more, giving everyone a clear view of the B1-series battle droids that had already begun to flood the arena and several of the surrounding seating entrances.

Igniting my purple saberstaff I started deflecting blaster fire back at the few battle droids coming out from an entrance nearby. Dashing towards them I slash and stab in rapid succession till they were all destroyed.

While keeping my guard up I look at my Master who finished off the droids on the level above me, she then jumped down next to me and began to give instructions "Lycan we must stay nearby other jedi, follow me down to the ground".

Before I could show my understanding Aayla leaps into the fray, prompting me to jumps down next to her. Hitting the sandy ground I'm forced to block shots from varying directions, spinning the saberstaff around me I retreat further into the group of jedi.

As I was deflecting the enemy's bolts back at them I could smell the scent of cauterized flesh. Glancing around the battlefield, I saw that the first of the Jedi have already began to fall.

Cocking my head to the side, a red flash fizzes by my ear. Before it could shoot any more rounds I span round launching yellow lightning from my fingertips. The crackling stream jumped from droid to droid, incapacitating them before the fell to the ground.

Putting my form 3 guard back up, I heard a distinct sound a few tens of meters to my left. Looking over I was just in time to see a sonic canon, manned by geonosians plow through a couple of jedi , basically inverting all their bodies.

It was not a pretty sight.

Getting that sight out my head I began shooting waves of lightning out towards the waves of oncoming droids frying their circuits.

Sensing the approaching heavy blaster fire I use force speed to augment my movements. Rapidly covering the meters I stop to see my previous position blackened by a droideka's blaster cannons. Luckily it's shield wasn't up.

Before it could rotate its body to fire in my direction I split my saberstaff and launch one of my lightsabers at the vulnerable droid. As one of my lightsabers spin through the air, I deflected a shot before slicing through the super battle droid next to me.

Without looking I use the force to drag my second lightsaber from the remains of the droid. With the lightsaber in my palm I continue to cut through the dwindling number of droids on the arena floor.

With a several jedi casualties, the second company of droids begin to enter through the competitor's gates. Only this time more B2 units were mixed in... and a C3-PO-B1 hybrid droid.

With the diminished number of droids I could make my way over to the edge of the ring, giving my back cover form all the blaster fire. As I reached the destination an unexpected companion jumped down from the wall above me.

Landing on the sand next to me the shaggy looking man in a sarcastic voice "Seems like the plan never worked" as he sent an incoming shot right back at the sender.

Already knowing who this was I replied "I'm surprised you're even here, thought you called in sick since I never seen you at the rendezvous point back at the ships".

Force pulling a clanker from the edge of the arena down onto my saber, Rael spat "I wish, the council caught me before I could even get a drink in me."

Fending off some incoming shots I have the time to tell him "Unlucky mate, should've brought some with you". Rael force pushes a few droids rendering them out of commission, "Why don't you give me a drink of yours, my alchy sense is tingling so don't try and lie" he seriously remarked.

"Aye right how you planning on having a drink here there's no cover" I said. As these words came out Rael pointed upwards the jumped out of the arena and into the stands. Leaping behind him, I followed him into a side tunnel, one that gave a fair amount of cover from every direction but the  front.

Rael presses his back against the collapsed walkway and holds his hand out as if expecting something. Seriously it's a wonder how the Jedi put up with this addict. At least he didn't turn up on deathsticks.

Tossing Rael the flask he cracks it open and takes several large gulps while I was blocking any blaster shots that came from the front. I hear the lid of the flask close, skillfully the jedi master opens the pocket on my belt and slips the flask back in plus a couple cigs, to which he says "You'll need a smoke if we survive this".

He's not wrong there, the arenas not a pretty sight at all.

Looking over the arena I was just in time to see Coleman Trebor fall to his death, the movies didn't show you his body when it landed and now I know why. The cunt turned into an alien pancake.

As me and Rael were chopping up droids on the way back to the arena, the number 1 bounty hunter and Mace Windu had already started their conflict.

The mandalorian flew down on his jet pack, attempting to snatch Windu's saber he dropped when the Reek tried to flatten him. Unluckily for Jango the jedi master used the force to pull the lightsaber back into his hands.

With his jetpack broke from almost dying to the charging Reek, he had no way to escape Windu's lightsaber strike. Cleanly slicing his head off, Boba Fett watched as his father head bounced across the sandy arena floor. Some real Jedi behaviour from Windu there, giving the us all a bad rep.

By the time me and Rael we back in the arena I seen the jetpack of Jango Fett lying on the ground unattended to.

And I wanted it.

With my skills it should be easy enough to fix it up. It'll save me the hassle of trying to find one on Coruscant, which could take years considering how rare it was to find one off mandalore.

"Rael help me get that jetpack and I'll pay for your next bar crawl" I seriously said catching the junkie jedi's attention.

Snapping his head in my direction he happily rejoiced "I'll hold you to that" and he started massacring the droids left right and centre.

Snapping my sabers back together I resumed deflecting and dodging red bolts of energy. Cutting through the droids, I make it too the headless corpse of Jango Fett. Rolling him over I disengaged the silver jetpack from his back.

Fuck Boba, if your not fast you're last. Might as well take wrist guards while I'm at it those are useful things. Not the rest of the armour though, no way to carry it. It's too small for me anyway. Not even proper beskar either, cheap bastard.

Maybe I should try and pull a Maul and take over Mandalore, butt that's an idea for another day. Right now I've got more pressing issues.

Strapping the jetpack to my back and tie the wrist guards to my belt I use force repulse to shatter the droids surrounding me. "Rael we need to get to the stands before the droids encircle us" I shouted at my friend.

"Was thinking the same thing, you go get your master I'll get... whoevers smart enough to come with me" he replied loudly, stabbing through a droid before running off to god knows who.

Identifying my master through the chaos of the arena I rush over cleaving through droids as I sprint. Raising a hand I send my electric judgement chaining through a group of B1's. Getting past their electrocuted leftovers I dodge to the side, avoiding a B2's wrist mounted blaster.

Flowing the force through my body, the distance between us rapidly closed. Spinning my saberstaff  I cleave the wrist off the battle droid along with its torso. Catching the wrist mounted blaster mid-air I finally reach my master who was in the middle of bisecting a droid.

"Master, let's move to the seating, we'll meet up with Master Rael and other Jedi and avoid the droid's encirclement" I pleaded. Taking my back the blue twi'lek leans against me, "You lead, I'll cover your back on the way" she spoke in between blocks.

Leading the way, we power through the droids towards the seating area pathway me and Rael agreed upon.

Upon reaching the agreed spot we see Rael pressed against the wall with Barris Offee next to him. The tattooed padawan looked incredibly anxious, constantly sending glances out towards the arena floor.

Extinguishing my lightsaber "I take it no one else came" I asked while Aayla put up a simple illusion on the entrance.

"No, Yoda and the clones should nearly be here though. A couple more minutes and we'll make it out" Looking up at the sky as he replied.

Looking at Barris once more I asked "What about your master why didn't she come" making Barris respond, "Master Luminara wanted me go with Rael, while she stayed with the rest of the jedi".

Smart move there, as if one jedis going to make a difference down there. Another company of droids just entered and the strike teams numbers are halved, if Dooku doesn't stop them they'll all be dead.

From the safety of our hiding spot I see the droid army complete their encirclement. The jedi who were severely outnumbered began to drop like flies. Padawans, knights and masters, there was no discretion between those who the droids gunned down.

Somehow during this chaos R2 managed to put C3-PO back together. I'll tell you one thing that droids got more skill than half the strike team if he can do that safely.

With the Jedi's defeat all but secured, the count raises his hand to halt the massacre. Confusion clearly seen on the last standing jedi's face as the droids that were just about to finish them off lowered their weapons.

While this is happening the remaining scattered jedi that somehow survived were pushed into the encirclement. Damn Ki-Adi-Mundi made it again, I'm already feeling back for the galactic marines he'll be commanding soon enough.

Speaking loud enough for everyone in the arena to hear, he gives the remaining Jedi a chance to surrender. Being the smart cookie he his Master Windu replies valiantly "We will not be hostages to be bartered Dooku".

How idiotic is that, surely knowing that the clone forces are almost here he should at least take into consideration pretending to agree with the count. What if something happened and the grand army of the republic comes a few minutes late. Windu's playing a risky game with all of the remaining Jedi at stake.

Accepting Windus answer he commands the droids to continue on, refocusing their aim back on the circle of jedi who are ready to fight to the death. Suddenly that hot piece of ass which is Padmé, whoms survival during this was fucking beyond me brings everyone's attention to the sky.

Coming down from above it's a bird... it's a plane, it's an LAAT gunship that started raining hell upon the droids. Man those laser beam things are cool as fuck.

When Rael seen the reinforcements he grabbed Barris's shoulder and said, "Let's move I'll take this Padawan to her master, You two find your way to the nearests gunship" before dragging the mirialan down the arena floor with him.

Turning to my master she nods at me and charges back out into the fray with me hot on her tail. Falling through the hot air, I activated force valor. Boosting my own and masters physical abilities up a level.

Crashing down onto the sand we began swiftly cutting through the droids blocking our escape. Narrowly avoiding plasma bolts as we close in on a Jedi free LAAT.

The clones riding the low altitude transport began to blast at the clankers, giving the jedi some breathing room to move onto the ships. The Jedi boarded the gunships, giving the clones cover to return to the escape vehicles.

Stepping onto the nearest LAAT with Aayla we were met with an assortment of clones along with Plo and Agen Kolar a fellow Zabrak jedi. Not wasting any time the pilot took off leaving the arena and heading to the main battlefield where the majority of the clone forces were stationed.

Flying through the air Plo Koon said to me "Glad to see that your well" holding onto the shaky hand rail "Sadly this battle is not finished".

He's not wrong their this is the typical case of out the frying pan and into the fire. We're literally heading into war zone will little to no cover and a fuck ton of droids.

Turning away from the open door I questioned the inhabitants of the ship, "Do you know what's happening over there, how will we be stationed". One clone with green stripes on his armour stepped up "Sir, the forces have been stationed at the assembly area for each Jedi Knight and Master to take over, sir" thanking the trooper for the information I look back out the ships doors.

Rapidly flying across the sandy terrain of geonosis, the LAAT's flew over the landed acclamator-class assault ships before sending rockets at the separatist constructs planted over the battlefield. I watched on as one of the LAAT's flying in formation with us topples an entire ship with a well placed rocket before it could take off.

As safe as being in this ship seems, it really wasn't. Ground to air artillery was constantly aiming for any republic ship in the sky, and as good as the clone pilots were they couldn't avoid everything. Before we reached the designated assembly area, one of the ship in our echelon got hit. The engines quickly caught fire and exploded sending the hull in a fiery spiral down to the earth.

So it was safe to say I'd rather take my chances on the ground.

Luckily that was the only transport that was hit by the time we landed. As the LAAT was slowing down Plo Koon said to everyone on the ship "Good luck and may the force be with you" jumping off the now static ship.

I've never understood that saying because the force is literally always with you unless your a wound in the force. So it's not as if you can get rid off it that easily.

Treading off, me and my master began getting debriefed by the clone captain that had striking red paint on his armour. Speaking through his visor "We have a platoon of soldiers awaiting your orders ma'am" awaiting further instructions form Aayla.

"Captain, have you been informed off the strategy we shall use for this battle" She questioned pulling her lightsaber back into her grip. The clone responds with "We have intel from HQ that tells us we will be conducting an all out frontal assault on the separatist starships, ma'am". I winced at the answer, with tactics like those it's a wonder only around half of the clones deployed died. I'm no tactician but I could tell you that this wasn't a good plan, and so could all of the clones fighting.

"Is that all the information captain" Aayla said as if expecting a a more detailed approach to the battle. The clone captain shakes his head "Afraid so ma'am".

Thinking for a moment Aayla speaks up "We will travel in a tight formation, there's not alot of cover but if you come across some don't be afraid to use it. If you have any tactics that would help the situation relay them to the group" igniting her lightsaber she turns to me, "Lycan stay at the front of the group with me, we will block as much fire as we can for the soldiers so don't stray far from me".

Nodding in acceptance "Yes master" I pull my lightsaber out and ignite it. Aayla turns to the troopers and shouts "Move out!". With it us and the company of soldiers approach the front lines.

Jogging towards the front lines of the battle, I had an opportunity to have a good look at both side's armies. Even though I will say that the tactics are stupid, the clone army looks cool as fuck all lined up like that with the AT-TE's and SPHA's scattered around in between them.

Almost makes it seem as if the Jedi commanders know what their doing.

Passing by groups of troopers with and without a jedi leading them, we neared the forefront of the G.A.R's forces. The soldiers already there have began to shoot at the approaching horde of droids. It's still pretty calm as both sides heavy weapons haven't opened fire, but if you listened carefully you could hear the lasers of the heavy artillery heating charging up preparing to tear down the lucrehulk-class battleship before it left the atmosphere.

On the horizon the large spider droids and their smaller dwarf counter parts slowly trudged onwards towards the clone legions. While the hailfire tanks ploughed through all the droids in their way rapidly closing the distance between the armies.

Reaching the vanguard Aayla orders the troops to prepare their blaster rifles. From where we were standing I could hear the clanks of the battle droids menacingly walking towards us. Not going to lie it was quite fucking scary seeing them all, just the sheer amount of them was astonishing.

There was an eerie silence on that battle field as the two battalions closed in on one another. Ringing through the sandy landscapes was the sound of an AT-TE's mass driver canon firing at the separatist army. At this moment all hell broke loose.

All units opened fire, blasting at the other side with everything that they've got. The republics artillery was mowing down platoons of droids with every sweep of their lasers. While the opposing side's tanks began launching guided missiles at targets across the battlefield.

With me and Aayla up front blocking shots from the troopers under our command, they had enough cover to freely fire upon the enemy. Using my saberstaff to deflect red bolts of energy away from the clones, I heard the whistling of a guided missile coming at our position. Aayla watched the guided missile as it drew near, when I was about to do something about it she send a powerful force push ahead. Causing the rocket to explode mid air and several droids closing in on us to become fly back disabled.

The troops seemed to like my masters move as they began cheering as the increased their fire at the B1 platoon that was within firing range. Tearing through the droids, the next thing that approached wasn't as easily gunned down.

An AAT maned by droids swivelled it's turret in our direction, sensing the incoming danger Aayla yells at the clones to scatter. The platoon scurried in all different directions slenderly avoiding the blast from the tanks heavy laser cannon.

Dodging the tanks fire Aayla gestures to follow her as she sped towards the tank. Hot on her tail I quickly catch up to her.

Advancing towards the tank she instructs me "I'll cover you while you take out the droids manning the tank" as she carves through a B1 close to her. Cutting in front of me, she started deflecting the AAT's light blaster fire, giving me the opportunity to leap onto the roof of the tank.

Cutting the head off the droid peaking out the roof of the vehicle, I direct yellow lightning through the hatch. Chaining through the droids inside rendering the enemy tank non-operational. With the troops regathering after that close call, Aayla orders some of the soldiers to commandeer the enemy tank.

With that some of the groups climb into the AAT and get it moving driving to the front of the group to give the rest some well needed cover. As we advanced the clone captain pinged a message back to HQ about the seized tank to make sure the won't have any problems with friendly fire.

Pushing forward with the rest of the vanguards we eventually reached some medium sized rocky terrain that could provide us with some cover. By the time we arrived we had only lost 3 clones out of the platoon from well placed blaster fire. There rest of the non-fatal injuries were swiftly healed by me before they could become a problem for the clone that had them.

Bunkering down at the rocks the clones finally had a semblance of cover and they made the best off it mowing down the droids nearing our position. The soldiers operating the tank had it placed at the side of the rocks blasting squads of droids too bits. The spider droid that was threatening our position was destroyed by LAAT fire from overhead, laser beaming the large droid in two before sending missiles at the separatist core ships that were about to take off.

Through coms the captain was told to focus all fire on the nearest star ship, quickly relaying the information the the boys in the tank they began firing at the colossal core ship as it was taking off.

The SPHA's shredded chunks out off the star ship, making debris fall from the fall onto the battle field. With some ship parts falling on our location me and Aayla used the force to bounce the debris away from the troopers to prevent any injuries.

A resounding explosion came from the Core ship as it's ascent rapidly changed to a descent. The massive spherical ship briskly fell towards the ground, as it was falling Aayla yelled at the troops to brace for the shockwaves.

When the ship hit t he ground it resulted in an epic collision that produced a terrifying rumble along with a wave of dust that spread all across the battle field.

The dust storm made the fighting become even more chaotic, no one could see further than a few  tens of meters in front of the causing people and droids to fire more wildly. This made it dangerous as identifying incoming missiles early would be difficult.

With the republic air superiority they mowed down the legions of droids trapped in the dust cloud with little resistance, making sure to take out as much artillery as possible before the cloud cleared up. Which eventually did, as the vision got better I could see that the droid army in this sector was dwindling and it wouldn't be look before they were wiped out.

Continuing to attack from this position the battle raged on for another hour before the main droid force was wiped out. Looking over the battlefield was a depressing experience, although the clones under our command had extremely low casualties. The same couldn't be said about the rest of the commanders.

On the blood stained sand scattered around with the broken droid parts was the fallen bodies of thousands of clone troopers. Pieces of armour and flesh were a common sight and even the modified clones couldn't help but wince at the sight of so many fallen brothers.

I could truly see why so many soldiers were shook after this battle.

Getting a call from HQ to report back to the assembly area for further instructions, we led the platoon back through the destroyed landscape of Geonosis.

The walk back to the assembly area was depressing as fuck. No one was speaking just silently walking past all the bodies of their fallen comrades. I was aching to pull out my flasks but I resisted the urge for now.

Arriving at he assembly area, most of the troops that were on this battlefield had already arrived. Unlike how people normally celebrate after a victory, all troops were quiet and seemed to be thinking of something while the jedi with some of the highest ranking clones conversed about what happens next.

Walking with my master, we entered into a landed acclamator that the Jedi were using as base of operations. Reaching the end of the landing ramp we were greeted by two clone troopers guarding each side of the door. They informed us of where to head in order to find where the rest of the jedi were convening.

Travelling through the hanger we stepped into an elevator that was quickly set for the main bridge. As the doors slid shut, there was an awkward silence as it was the first time we were alone since we came to the planet. And after all that happened it was hard to begin speaking about the one thing.

The silence continued for what felt like ages, the two of us just trying to organise our thoughts before we meet the rest of the survivors. Eventually the peace was broken by my master who turned in my direction and made a full bow.

"I can't say how sorry I am for bringing to into a battlefield like that. Even after you told me about the doubts you had. I should have took on board your input and not brought to on such a dangerous mission, that's my fault as your master."

Taking a deep breath she continues, "That being said, I hope you haven't lost faith in me as I have thoroughly enjoyed teaching you these last few months, but if you want to ask the council for a replacement master I completely understand."

Right I deserve a drink after listening to that, who cares if the council can smell it off me. Pulling out my flask that read 'Definitely not a flask full of booze' I took a swig while Aayla who still had a lowered head waited for me to speak.

Should I tell her she's flashing me standing like that? Nah I'll take it as advanced payment for being such a good padawan

Gulping down a mouth full of jet juice I wait for the burn in my throat to subside before replying. "Honestly I'm not really pissed or anything it was mostly for your sake, you seemed like the type to do something crazy die attempting it. Same for Master Plo and Shaak Ti". spinning the lid back on the flask "That doesn't change the fact that you did blow me off and although none of you died that could have changed easily during the chaos. None of you even put armour on. One well placed blaster bolt could have ended it for any one of you."

Raising her head slowly "I agree, it was reckless of us to come un-prepared" with clear unease in her voice.

"It was. Even though I do love having a pretty lady like yourself as a master, recent events have made me unsure about your capability as my master" I say dramatically. "But with the correct compensation, I think I could look over this mishap" raising my non-existent eyebrow.

With a happily surprised look on her face she replies "What do you have in mind".

"For starter I want you to turn a blind eye to any drinking or smoking I do during a mission". This was a serious no for Aayla, she likes people to be in prim condition while on a mission. Agreeing  for a few seconds she agree to the demand. Good stuff, it's not as if I'm going to get fucking plastered on the job.

"And you need to start coming for a drink with me and Rael once in a while" I said, leaning my arm on the hand railing waiting for her answer.

Aayla runs her hand across her jaw before replying, "Is that it, seems surprisingly little. I thought your demands would be a lot worse".

Now looking at each other in the eye again "Don't you worry about that, you only got let off easy for being such a hot master. The other two though, I'm going to run them dry" I say while smiling naughtily.

Aayla laughs at the thought of me scamming the two jedi masters, "Your quite the hellion" eyeing me up and down "Doesn't look like it though".

Smiling at each other the doors too side open, revealing the ships bridge. Walking off the turbo lift my master says "Thank you" showing my handsome as fuck smile at the sexy alien we head to the battle operations room.

Entering the room, the jedi that survived the battle along with several clone commanders were gathered around a table showing different holoprojections from the battles that were still going on. Discussing further plans with each other while waiting for the rest of the jedi to arrive.

Eventually someone brought up the elephant in the room, Saesee Tiin asked "What about Dooku, did Obi wan and his padawan manage to capture him".

Responding with a grave face Windu states "Sadly no, Obi wan and Anakin where both injured fighting the count. When Grandmaster Yoda arrived, he saved the two but Dooku managed to escaped".

This caused various jedi around the room to be surprised at the ex jedi. As someone who has the skill to avoid yoda had to be an extremely dangerous opponent.

"We also have grave information given to us from Grandmaster Yoda about Dooku" taking a break and letting the tension build in the room "He has informed us that the ex-jedi master Dooku has fallen to the darkside".

Shit when crazy when he said this, for the jedi to find out a previous master of their order has fallen prey to the darkside was a terrifying prospect. As it could me that Dooku is the first sith they have heard of for thousands of years. Effectively bringing the thought to be extinct order back from the dead.

Questions and accusations were being threw from all over the room, none of the jedi believing that one of their own could have done such a thing.

I tell you Geonosis had to have been the biggest failure of the jedi in this time period. More than 100 jedi die plus a few tens of thousands of clones all for what? The important members of the separatist's escaped with a large portion of the droid army, seems like a big waste to me.

A while later the space monks calmed their tits and began giving out missions to each other. Some had to go and help out on different battle field's while other had relatively simple missions. Including me, I had to help the clone medic squads search for survivors along with Barris since we were some of the only jedi that could heal with the force. That blows my mind, if I ran the order I'd make that shit a necessity for every jedi to learn.

Aayla got sent to a different battlefield with several others, so we were split up temporarily. Waving her goodbye, me my new partner Barris head towards the hanger where the clones we will be working with are stationed.

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With a light yawn I wake up an unfamiliar set of sheets, scratching the skin around my horns I look around the room till, my eyes rested on a bombshell of a pantoran woman, whom I met while I was out on a bender last night. Man was that a wild night, first time I've shagged in years and it felt fucking wicked.

Sliding to the end of the bed I stand up and begin to stretch, with the tensions slowly but surely leaving my muscles, I think back to last nights session.

{a.n Your boy's had a wardrobe change, its out with the old and in with the new. The robes are gone, apart from one of the big loose ones when he's on a mission. The rest of the time it'll mostly be black trousers along with a black t-shirt. If there's variation I'll be sure you let you know.}

[Lemons]

Ducking through a doorway I look around the apartment I've been brought to. Nothing special but it's a clean looking place, the living room has a big couch as it's centrepiece, the grand location for the conquest I'm about to go on.

Hearing the door lock behind me to see my partner for the night seductively swaying her hips as she paced toward me through the small hall.

Meeting her halfway, she leans on the tips of her toes as I take her lips, in the first of many passionate kisses we'd be sharing tonight. Our tongues entwined as my hands slowly moved across her body, tracing her figure over a tight yellow mini dress that complemented her eyes and markings.

Resting a hand on the side of her face I break the contact between our lips, only to dot kisses across her neck and collar bone. With her back against the wall I pick one of the dress's straps off her shoulder, skilfully guiding her arm thought it before doing the same with the opposite one.

Lena didn't want to be the only one stripped so before her dress could slide down to her hips, she tore off the jacket I was wearing before sneaking her hands underneath my black shirt. Her cool fingers brushed over my solid muscles, as her hands continued to rise so too did my top. Before I knew it it was already off and I was carrying the lucky lady over to her couch.

Lying her down I sunk my hand into her springy D-cup breasts, caressing them several times as I worked my way to the protruding nipple. Lena's breathing began to quicken as my thumb began to play with her exposed teat, which then changed to moans as I brought my tongue into the game.

Before she could get used to the sensation I slid my fingers across her moderately toned abdomen, past a nearly trimmed hedge and down by she juicy slit.

Lining my fingers up with her hole I slip two, thrusting them in and out as my thumb rested on her clit, providing ample stimulation for the pantoran girl.

Looking at her lovely golden eyes that were clouded with pleasure, I couldn't help but smile, zeroing in on her lips I kiss her. Slipping my tongue in as we rhythmically french kiss, guiding each others tongues each time they come into contact, the pull continued until Lena began to feel an orgasm approaching.

Taking the chance to finish her off I bring my face down between her legs and start using my tongue to play with her clit.

This sent her over the edge, moaning loudly she gabbed my horns pushing my tongue harder against her pearl as her body began to contract and writhe in pleasure. As her orgasm headed towards it's tail end, taking several laboured breaths she looked up to see me with a cheeky smirk on my face, arm rested on the top of the couch awaiting to be serviced .

Regaining her mental clarity, she already knew what to do, rolling onto the floor she crawled into her positions between my legs. Throwing her dress across the room in the process.

Hands on my inner thighs she unhooks my trousers, pulling them down far enough to unleash the beast from its cage. Looking up at what could only be described as a huge tattooed penis (You head right folks my penis and balls are tattooed) Laila's shocked expression swiftly changed to her sexily licking her lips in preparation of what's to come.

Grabbing the shaft with both hands, she gives the tip a light smooch and proceeded to lick around the head, before wrapping it in her lips and bobbing her head up and down as saliva started trickling down the side of my cock.

Removing her lips from my rod began to give my balls the attention they deserve. Gobbling them up greedily as her hands keep jacking me off.

Several techniques later I could feel the cum threatening to burst out, realising this as well Lena swallowed the knob just in time to swallow my load. Gulping the white liquid down as it came out before cleaning the head with her tongue.

No gonny lie, that was hot as fuck from my perspective.

With my erection still raging on Lena jumped on my lap, placing my cock between two plump ass cheeks and leaning forwards to rest her doughy bosom on my torso. That was all the consent needed for me to line my dick up with her tunnel and drive home.

In one clean thrust I stuff her dripping wet slit, going in down to the base she squealed in enjoyment. She wasn't a virgin so there wasn't a bloody mess on the horizon and thank fuck for that.

When she got used to having my mighty meat inside her, she started riding, hard and fast. I must say it was quite the tantalising scene, the expression of infatuation on her pretty face as her tits were bouncing up and down made a great view.

Wrapping my arms around her back I pulled her body close to mine and started rattling her harder than she was used to. Snaking my hands down to her perky ass and giving both buns a tight squeeze, smacking them down into my crotch in time with each audible thrust, turning the pantoran into squealing mess shaking all over my body.

Lifting her off my cock she moved into position, face down ass up, and that is the way I like to fuck. Not wasting any time I grab her hips and slam my stiff erection in once again, piledriving her for the back watching on as her blue ass had ripples sent through them with every thrust.

Reaching forward my muscular arms grab her beasts, stopping the pair's swinging with a squeeze before lightly pulling on their tip making Lena beg for more.

Balling her hair up in a first pulling it back and giving her ass a smack as she was begging for more, the feeling in my stomach was getting more prominent. As her moans were reaching the peak my load bust out, filling her right up with with my potent cum. The feeling of being filled up tipped Lena over the edge once again collapsing into a puddle of pleasure on her side of the couch.

Once Lena pulled herself back together we continued the act in the bedroom, fucking like rabbits for hours until she passed out, leading us to the current situation.

Although I wouldn't mind having another round when she wakes up but I've got shit to do, before I go on a mission with Aayla. Leaving a message that included my holo number if she wants to get in touch again for another romp, I left for my destination.

Everything's just went tits up for the republic since they declared war, everyone's trying to set up the clone army, so I had the time to get some stuff done.

First off I bought a club in the entertainment district, which is where I'm currently heading to. It's a swanky looking place and I got it for a killer price after threatening the arsehole that used to own it. Even came with most of the stuff I wanted already built in, all I'm needing is booze and workers in then we'll be all good to start up business. Oh and find Ros Lai she's still not showed up, but it's only a matter of time before she shows up. Until then Wires and his team of droids are in charge of guarding the place from unwanted visitors.

Secondly I've started to upgrade the astromech that got sent when the war started, it's name was R2-K5 a unit with a black and grey hull. With the limited time I had before we set off I managed to add rocket boosters to each legs and a stronger motor for mobility, plus a couple more self defence weapons, specifically two miniature rotary canons and a small stock off e.m.p and regular grenades. It's safe to say he'll be all good as long as he doesn't bite off more than he can chew.

Kitted out my armour with Jango's wrist guards and added on the B2's wrist mounted blaster, had to make it a hidden one though, the jedi still aren't too open to using blasters openly. The control panels great as well connected it to my Delta and it can operate remotely now.

Reaching a nifty looking club I walk in through the front door to be greeted by Wires who was patiently waiting for my arrival.

"Hello master will you be staying for long?" The droid asked.

"Nope not this time just checking in before I leave for the temple to make sure you've not wrecked the place" after giving the place a one over to look back at the droid. "Has the drink came in yet?".

"Some of it has, we're still waiting on around 70% of our total supplies" Wires responded.

"That's fine keep and eye out for it. Makes sure no cunt tries anything while I'm away, if they do get rid of them, if they've got bounties take them alive, right?" I explained.

"Of course, Master, it will be done according to your wishes" Wires said before sending me off and going to rely my commands to the rest of the droids.

Leaving the club, I start my ascent to meet Aayla at the temple, hoping that the first mission we get is safe.

Arriving at the bridge on one of the, Venators I saw Aayla speaking with a clone commander as the rest of the officers were booting up the ships systems.

Turning towards me she says "Here he is commander. Let me introduce you" walking over to me she claps my shoulder, "This is my padawan learner, Lycan".

"Alright Commander" I said while giving his shiny clean armour a one over."

"Lycan this is Commander Bly of the 317th Star Corps, he'll be working with us for the foreseeable future" giving time for Bly to say, "Pleasure to work with you Commander" through his visor.

Him calling me Commander gave me a fair bit of confusing prompting me to ask Aayla about how the command structure works, the holos we got never really explained squat so I hope Aayla knows what's going on.

"Master, who outranks who if we're both commander's?" I questioned.

Taking her hand of my shoulder she replies "Your official rank is jedi commander, which therefore gives you jurisdiction over all clones in the G.A.R. Although this is the case you should listen to what Bly has to say, he has more experience than the both of us with commanding others.".

Fair point she's got there, it's better off giving Bly the reigns, while me and her are on the frontlines. Jedi sitting back commanding never made much sense to me.

"Of course Master, can I know where we're heading then" I asked her.

Moving over a table with a holo projector, Aayla pulls up a planet for me too see.

"This here is Escander, which is where we're been sent. Master Vos has discovered intel on a new battle droid the Separatist have almost finished researching, all leads have brought us to here". Zooming in on a enemy base built around a mountain, "This is the Separatist base where we think the plans and prototype droids are being held. Our mission is to retrieve or destroy the designs and prototypes before the Separatists can finalize the droid."

Sounds like a lot of hard work, the facility's looking pretty bunkered down as well so I doubt it'll be a quick fight. Fuck me a don't think I brought enough drink to last me.

"Understood, What about the troops is this all that's coming?" I probed.

Switching off the projector Aayla tells me "Yes all personnel on this Venator will be joining the mission. The rest of the corps are being dispatched to sectors where the fighting has already broke out" I nod at her answer as she finishes.

Still it's a solid ground force, 9216 of clones along with all the vehicles on board. If we siege the facility we should be fine.

"General, all systems are online, we are ready to take off and enter hyperspace" said a clone officer.

"Take off at will" Aayla orders him, soon after the Venator's huge hull began to leave the ground, quickly leaving the atmosphere of Coruscant and jumping into hyperspace.

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Sitting the cockpit of my Delta-7 me, Aayla and the rest of the boys were waiting on the ship jumping out of hyper space. Current intel suggests that the Separatists have a Munificent-class star frigate guarding the base, so to get our ground forces stationed safely we need to take out that ship first.

Looking around the hanger bay I saw dozens of troopers rushing to get into their V-19 Torrent starfighters, while others that had already reached theirs were checking all their systems, making sure everything's operational for the battle.

Right now, I'm in a weird state between excitement and fear, excited because its the first time I'll have having some space combat, fearful for the exact same reason. If fights like these your either going to die in an explosion, which is far better than the alternative of letting the vacuum of space claim your life. Who wouldn't be slightly afraid of floating through empty space till your oxygen runs out.

Taking my mind off the madness that will unfold shortly, I put on some good old relaxing Gary McF. What a fucking tune man brings me back to the days of getting pissed in fields with a bottle of tonic.

Good times man good times.

After raving with my trust astromech for a while the hyperspace alarm started blaring, prompting me to activate my fighter's systems. The coms patched me into Aayla and several other pilots that were in our squadron for the coming fight, as she recapped the plan for taking down the Munificent.

"You all know the plan, our targets are the shield generators at the stern of the ship, if we destroy them the Venator will make quick work of the Separatists ship. Stay in formation unless I tell you otherwise." she told the us.

"Roger that" the rest of the squadron said.

After the pep talk the Venators blast doors started the rise, exposing the ray shield that was keeping the vacuum at bay.

Looking to my side I ask K5 "You ready mate?" getting some beeps in return which I understood as his agreement. "Good stuff, we'll  get through this no hassle" I said reassuringly as the first fighters began to leave the ship.

Lifting my ship off the ground, it's engines start to roar as my fighter was propelled out into the void of space. Quickly getting my bearings I link up with the rest of the squadron, maneuvering into attack formation as we speed off towards the enemy ship.

Diverting all power to the engines, we raced at incredible speeds attempting to gain as much ground on the ship as possible before the release the vulture droids. I could see the ship clearly now, its janky look stood out compared the republics capital ships.

Shortly after though, hundreds of vulture droids that looked like tiny dots poured out the ships hull. Luckily the HUD within the ships picked them up giving an idea of how far away they were.

Through the radio Aayla warned the crew "Engage attack systems, those droids are closing in fast. Divert power to whatever you thinks necessary to your situation".

Contacting my droid "You heard the lady, divert power between the frontal shields and weapons" I said as K5 done his job in his cosy custom socket in front of the cockpit. No way was I letting a random droid head fly with me, so I had to build a new socket for K5 since he didn't fit in the original one.

With the droids homing in, Aayla gives us a final piece of advice "No matter what, make sure we hit those shield generators, if we don't this has all been for nothing". For several moments it was just the two groups of ships flying towards each other, till suddenly the first shot was fired.

The swarms upon swarms of vultures fired at allied ships bringing a few down, but not without ensuing casualties themselves. Firing ahead at the approaching droids I managed to take two out before the majority rushed past us.

A Pilot shouted through the coms "I've been hit!" already one of our squadron was shot down, crashing into an oncoming fighter before passing away in a fiery explosion.

Not having time to think about the pilot,"K5 send power to the rear deflectors" I told the astromech as I could see plenty of vultures turning to take our backs in the rear view camera, heir red visors menacingly staring at our fighters.

We were closing in on the munificence with the vultures hot on our tails, shortly after getting in the ships range in unleashed a volley of fire at the on coming republic fighters. Taking evasive maneuvers as weaved in between turbo laser bolts. Before we could start out attack run on the shields. the vulture droids caught up with us, their numbers lessened from friendly fire coming from the capital ship.

Another Pilot was quickly killed from a vulture on his tail, not long after most of the squadron gained a tail as well. Yelling through the receiver "Split up and meet back at the co-ordinates if you mange to loose your tail" Aayla said before breaking off from the ground taking some vultures with her.

Dipping the joystick, my ship made a rapid decent towards the planet, pulling my two tails with me. Constantly moving my ship erratically I manage to evade the enemy's fire but don't manage to loose them. Identifying some rubble I speed towards the shattered metal before slamming on the breaks and then boosting the thrusters. Successfully boost drifting round the rubble, I get a clear shot on one of the vultures, while also getting cover from the second. Sending a round of plasma at the droids it is quickly dispatched, leaving me with only one left.

Strafing between capital ship fire I come up with an idea, bolting towards the nearest turbo laser on the Munificent I spin my fighter between it's shots. With each dual shot there is always a gap between the two bolts, and with the Delta-7 being so thin it is able to slip between the space. Lining up my ship I sense the beams of plasma speeding towards me, at the last moment with the vulture still on my tail I spin the ship on it's side, squeezing between the bolts as they slammed into the droid behind me.

Happy with the successful plan I continues towards the turret and blow it up with some precision fire, turning my plane round and heading for the co-ordinates.

"K5 pull up the fighters in the squadron that still have a tail" skilfully doing his duty, several ship came up on my HUD moving crazily to avoid being shot down. Heading to the nearest one, I snuck underneath the vulture blasting it from beneath, letting the Pilot link back up with me.

"Thanks for that one Commander" the clone said gratefully.

"No problem A4" I told him honestly, before sending him some co-ordinates, "We'll help out A7 and A6 before rendezvousing at the original attack point".

Flying through the chaotic battle we managed to help out the two pilots, all getting into formation as we headed towards the rest of the squadron, taking out vultures along the way. Closing in to the co-ordinates I seen Aaylas ship along with 3 others approaching.

Through the coms Aayla states "Form up and commence the attack run on the shield generators A squadron".

"Roger that General" said the clones.

With the team finally back together we race across the top of the Munificent, weaving through fire along the way. Suddenly Aayla tell me "Lycan me and you need to take out those turrets to give the rest of the squadron better chance at letting off their missiles". Understanding my orders me and Aayla break off from the group, rushing towards the several turbo lasers guarding the shield  generators.

Weaving between the shots we fired at he stationary targets, disabling them successfully. Turning around we seen A squadron launch their missiles at the generators, tens of them hurtled towards the target at high speeds before colliding. Detonating so close to each other caused the shield generator to collapse as it was engulfed in a fiery eruption.

"Target eliminated" said A4 as they ships swivelled round to meet up with us.

"Good job A squadron, lets clean up the rest of these droids while the crew on the Venator finishes off the Munificent" she said approvingly

"Roger that general" They all responded.

With the shield offline, the Venator went to town on the Separatist ship, destroying it in no time at all, while the rest of the fighters finished off the remaining vultures. With the first battle complete we head back to the Venator and prepare for offloading the ground vehicles.

Here I was standing ankle deep in sloppy mud, watching on as the heavy footsteps of AT-AT walkers splashed nearby clones, covering the shiny new armour most of them had.

It's safe to say that the planet we were on didn't have the greatest of weather, reminds me of the mighty homeland. For the most part the surface of the planet was filled with shrubbery and medium sized trees, while the near constant rain turned the ground a muddy surface dotted with puddles.

Right now the majority of the ground forces are heading towards a group of hills a fair distance away from the Separatist base to establish a command centre. That will then be used to co-ordinate the assault, as well as give the army a resting and supply point.

Wiping the rain off my brow, I turn to my master walking at my side and ask "Do you not want a jacket or something?" as she was still kicking it in her usual sexy choice of clothing.

"I'm alright, it's not particularly cold anyway" she replied clearly not bothered about her lack of jacket.

"Did you even bring one?" I questioned as she continued trudge forward in silence. I'll take that as a no then.

A while later Aayla finally says something, "I see you have had a change of clothing" giving my outfit under the light jacket a glance.

"Yea the robes were good for lying about and stuff but they get in the way when moving quickly. Too many parts flapping all over the place." I tell her getting a nod in response.

"Say, why is it your wear clothes like that all the time. Not that I'm complaining thought" I ask while definitely not looking at her inconceivable waist to hip ratio.

Slightly glaring at during the end of my statement she says "A fair question, my outfit isn't very jedi-like after all isn't it" as she stepped round a large puddle. "As you should know, my species doesn't have the greatest reputation when it comes to having reputable jobs. Most women and even men are used as slaves in one form or another, this has been happening for so long that the Twi'leks just accept this as the natural course of things".

I trudged on through a similar puddle, layering my boots with even more dirt as she continued on "I used to be ashamed of my race" she said with a disappointed look in her eye.

"Eventually though, I came to accept the sigma of my race. Carrying it with me instead of being ashamed of it. Now I wear these clothes in a hope to inspire others of my race, to show them that you can still be what you want to be despite being a Twi'lek". She finished her reasoning with a slightly proud smile

"That's some pretty inspiring shit" That it is, must be nice to do something like that I thought while taking a swing from the trusty flask.

With a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes Aayla looked at me and said "If I catch you giving some of that to the soldiers, I'll triple your training for the foreseeable future".

Audibly gulping down the watered down ethanol, I nodded my head. Fuck that triple training, there's hardly any free time already never mind with two extra loads.

The rest of the trip passed quickly, as soon as we got there the clones rapidly put up defences to protect the make temporary base. Walking towards the juggernaut parked in the centre of the encampment, I climb up to the roof and enter the opened hatch.

Surrounding a table was Aayla, Bly and Lieutenant Galle, currently they were drawing up a plan of attack. Noticing my arrival both clone salute me while Aayla gestures for me to approach the table.

"How are the defences coming along?" she asked.

"The troops are almost finished putting them up, should be done within the hour." I replied.

Staring at the hologram for a few seconds I ask them "What plan have you came up with then?" prompting Aayla to move the components of the projection around before saying, "The Separatists have tanks guarding the path in between the recess in the hills that would be necessary for our heavy units to approach. There's hardly any cover for our troops so we need to find a way to let our army approach the base safely, whether it's through a distraction or other methods."

Zooming in on a different point round the back face of the hill she continues on, "There's a path around here that's difficult to traverse, but it should be possible on smaller vehicles. Commander Bly suggested that we send a unit of scouts headed by Lieutenant Galle to check the base's defences on that side".

Looking towards her lieutenant she says "I want you to take my Padawan with you, he will be able  to notify you early if the enemy detects your presence. He's got sharp senses, so if he says their onto you make sure you get out of there, we can't alert the Separatist of our presence on that front or the plan will fail."

"Roger that General" Galle said before turning to me and saying "Pleasure to have you with us commander, I'll notify the scouts to prepare for departure" before climbing out the mobile base.

When he left I said "Guess I'll go find a ride, later Master" as I turn to leave Aayla cautions me, "Remember Lycan, in and out quickly no risky business".

"I know, don't worry too much" I said climbing through the hatch on the roof.

Standing on top of the large ground vehicle, I stretch my back out as I survey the camp for the scouts. Finding a ground of troopers with distinctly different armour kicking about a bunch of smaller off road vehicles, I leapt off the roof and headed towards them.

Arriving at the platoon I got salutes from the trooper as I walked by. Reaching Galle who was already mounted on an AT-RT with a spare unmanned one next to him, I hopped on a said "I'll be in your care then" getting a nod in return he shouted to the rest "All right boys, move out" and we began the trek over.

Let me tell you riding one of the walkers is a back killer, the seat was already minimalistic and it didn't help that we we're moving over uneven terrain. Fuck me these things were need some decent seats and some better suspension to go with it.

Sore back later we reached the point where we had to leave the walkers behind for we'd be at risk of being spotted, thank fuck for that. Slowly creeping up the far side of the hill, we avoided large patches off mud and puddle to minimalize the sound we were giving off, even though it was raining it was better not to risk it. By the time we reached the top we crawling across the ground, slowly edging forwards till we could peak over the apex of the hill.

In front of us was a clear view of one of the base entrances, all we'd have to do is slide down the opposite face and we'd be at their door step. Signalling at the rest of the scouts to use their Electro binoculars, I pull my pair out and get a good look at the the defences from this side.

The things that stood out the most were the 4 tanks forming a perimeter around the entrance. They were positioned so that they next had any blind spots to take advantage of, as well as giving the defending side a fair amount of cover along with the light barriers placed in between each tank, put together they made a crescent shaped blockade.

Although their setups solid, it won't be a problem to punch through if we get the jump on them. My probing of the base's defences was cut short as in the distance I could hear the humming of an engine.

Quickly locating the source of the I whispered harshly through my wrist guard "Droids approaching fall back" sending my message through each of the scout's helmets.

What then happened was as comical as it was effective, the entire platoon swivelled round and began to log roll down the hill at high speeds, only stopping when we reached some tree cover lower down the hill.

Around thirty seconds later the whizzing of B1's riding atop their STAPs was heard, the noise from the engines growing louder by the moment, it seemed as if they had found us.

That was until the noise slowly began to fade away, waiting an extra minute just in case, we carefully emerged from the shrubbery and gathered to discuss a the next course of action.

"What did you boys see up there?, It's better we pool together what we know before deciding on something" I asked no one in particular.

"So in the time we had I saw 4 tanks, 3 squads of B2's, 6 squads of B1's and 3 dwarf spiders" replied a clone known as Alf.

"I counted 5 spiders and I'm sure there is droideka hatches built into the inner wall" said another called Mach.

"There's 2 snipers up the back as well, must be commando droids" lieutenant Galle informed.

Having a rough Idea of what we'd be up against Galle asked "What should we do now Commander?"

Rubbing rubbing my hand against my no-existent beard for a bit, I soon told them "We're going to wait here longer, double check the defences and see if we can get the timing for the droid's perimeter check. If we know when they'll be coming round we'd be able to get the jump on them, without risking or men getting discovered on the hills incline. Once we've know that we'll head back to base and discuss it with the general."

"Roger that Commander" they said as me and the team began to head back up to our vantage point for round 2.

Back at base me and Galle left the scouts and were currently finishing off briefing Aayla on what we seen at the base.

"Good work giving us this information you two, Galle give my regards to the scouts when you see them" Turning towards Bly she says "Contact all officers, tell them to be here in the next half an hour so we can get the strategy finalized."

Bly and Galle saluted their general before leaving the juggernaut. Leaving me and Aayla alone to kill time till everyone arrives.

"What do you think about this new droid the Separatists are trying to make in there?" I asked my master.

"Hopefully it's nothing serious that could harm the overall mission, but honestly I'm not sure what they could be making." She replied.

Moving over to take a seat I say "If we're lucky it'll be some weak unit that's not been fleshed out enough to work properly".

Fidgeting with the displays on the projection Aayla tells me "Still, we should assume the worst so we're not caught unprepared. If I was to guess I'd say there's a high chance of their being a droid factory within the base, so there's a possibility that they've already started production".

Hopefully fucking not, the underground of the base is massive and if her hunch is right it could be swarming with droids. That's just bad new for everyone, we'd end up having to straight up storm the base and who knows how many clones would die, it's not like me and Aayla can be everywhere to help them out. It's not like the clones are helpless but if they come across commando's or B2's they'll be in trouble. Commando droids are skilled fuckers especially when they're up close and slashing with vibroblades, and although B2's are easy to destroy with lightsabers the same can't be said about blasters their armour's thick enough to take several shots without going down.

While thinking of all the scenarios that could happen once we break through the first line of defence, I pulled out my lightsabers and slowly span them around using the force. The sight of the spinning blades along with the accompanying light hum was something I found to be very therapeutic. At least half as good as drinking.

Snapping me out my thoughts, Aayla sat down across from me pulling the sabers towards her before advising me "Don't think to much about the negatives, there's no point in worrying about it just now before we've even took the upper levels".

Inspecting the lightsabers for a few moments then pushes them back, as be made idle chatter until the first clones make their way in. Within the next 5 minutes everyone was here, seated and awaiting for the general to start the briefing. The person in question was currently booting up the holoprojector, and setting it to the right image.

Turning round "Alright everyone, the scouts have given us intel on entry point here" double tapping to zoom in on the place me and the scouts were not long ago.

"The Separatist defences are significantly lower around here, unfortunately the terrain leading up to it is untraversable for the larger vehicles. Therefore we will only be attacking with infantry and other light units, this will serve as a distraction. The rest of the army's forces will attack the main entrance once their attention has been diverted from the front, giving them a much better chance of breaking through".

Looking at each of the clones she asks "Does anyone have any questions about the overall plan before we go into the specifics?".

There was no objections from the clones, they all knew what to expect, all the training they done on Kamino wasn't for nothing. As long as it wasn't incredibly complicated or just batshit crazy the clones wouldn't have any problems.

"Good, moving on I'll go through what' each of your groups will be tasked with..."

For the best part of two hours Aayla, along with Bly at certain times, went through every officers job. I never had much to do for the most part, I just had to listen to whatever part concerned me.

Radically what's going to happen is the Army will be split up at around a 9:1 ratio. The larger portion along with all the heavy vehicles will be the force that attacks through the main entrance. The rest, along with me and Aayla will go through the back entrance and make as much noise as possible doing so. To help with that, plenty of troopers will be carrying  explosives and launchers that will be used to tear the place apart. We're hoping that we can make enough chaos for a small team of people to slip into the deep areas of the base unnoticed.

If all goes according to plan me and Aayla along with Bly, Lucky, Deviss, Inc and Barr should be in and out with some intel before the droid army retreats into the lower levels. And with that the meeting was adjourned, allowing the men present to leave and tell their men what to expect for tomorrow.

Leaving Aayla to meditate in her quarters I set off to find something to do, the operation will kick off at 9am tomorrow so there was still a few hours till I'd have to hit the sack if I wanted a solid sleep.

Whipping the trusty flask out start sipping at the booze inside as I pondered about what to do. I could probably go and hang out with the clones in a while but fuck going just now, I'm just out from a briefing and I sure as hell don't want to walk into another one. Sure they're important but it doesn't change the fact that they're boring as fuck.

I can't even speak with K5, the arseholes probably chilling out with a cold one watching the game up in the Venator.

Putting a cig in my mouth that is quickly lit by a well placed jolt of electricity. Man being able to shoot lightning from my fingertips is great.

With time spare for the next hour I began training my smoke illusions, which defenitely wasn't an excuse just so I could smoke.

Although the smoking aspect did make it more enjoyable the act of manipulating the smoke into different shapes and sizes was pretty fun, which is why the time flew in. I only stopped when I heard a confused voice coming from behind me.

"Commander?" questioned the clone, he wasn't sure who it was but took an educated guess from looking at the large silhouette.

Blowing the smoke away with the force I turn round to see a clone looking dead at me, tilted head and illusionary question mark in all it's glory.

"Awrite mate, you all good" I asked him, getting up from my position.

"Yes sir, em I was just coming to inspect the main cannon" He said in return glancing at the large weapon on top of the walker.

"Good stuff, what'd you say we wrap this up quickly then n we can go and have some fun with the boys before the big day tomorrow, eh?"

"Roger that commander" he said as he saluted  as we began to check the canon at maximum efficiency before heading over to the main rest area.

Unlike before it was packed with clones messing around, everyone had been briefed and now they're all buzzing with excitement for tomorrow. Everyone's doing something , whether it be arm wrestling, play cards or even just relaxing with some music.

Walking with my new mate Flack we sit down at a sabacc table so we can get dealt into the next round. Moments later the round finishes and we are dealt in by the clone dealer, sadly though the clones don't exactly have wages so there was no gambling. Even so, we still had fun with a nice chilled out game before moving onto something else. Fucking around like this really takes your mind off the fact that there's a chance some of the troopers I played cards with won't make it past tomorrow.

But I suppose that's just what happens in times like these.

Currently me and Flack were relaxing on top of the same AT-TE from earlier, both with a fag in our mouths, and both enjoying looking at the stars with some tunes on. Yes, the clone troopers now on the cigs, all it took was a bit of persuasion and some demonstrations and he was in... including a few others.

What? Aayla said not to let the clones drink, never said anything about smoking. I'm just giving them the tools to pass he time with.

Seriously though no way I was giving them a drink, training is hard enough never mind if she's pissed at me for hooking the army on booze. All jokes aside though, her training's pretty effective, I've noticed I'm much lighter on my feet now, and all my movements feel swifter and more fluid.

So even though training's a pain I know it's paying off.

"Right I'm gonna go hit the sack" yawned Flack as he rolled onto his feet.

"Aye, I'll do the same mate. Good lucky for tomorrow" I told him before he left.

"Me and the boys won't need luck to make it through those defences" he quipped back making me laugh as he walked to his quarters.

And on that bombshell, I strode towards my bed, full prepared to get a good sleep before shit kicks off.

Lying prone on the same hill outside the bases back entrance with the same rain falling from the clouds. Unlike before though, there was another couple hundred clones along with their vehicles in formation behind me.

Shuffling around beside me was the sexiest jedi knight in the order, along with a few clones kited out with long range blasters. The plans for them to take out as many as the snipers as possible before everyone charges over this hill, nobody including me wants to risk getting shot in the back by those commandos be shit kicks off.

"Fire when ready" Aayla said as the snipers had their sights lined up for the kill.

Slowly reaching to my sides I grasp the hilt of my saber, finger over the ignition as I awaited the sound of the clones shots.

Seconds of silence later, multiple blue bolts of plasma cut through the air impacting each of their targets as high speeds, rendering them inactive.

The shots were a sign for the rest of the troops to start the assault. Men sprinted up the hill opening fire on the droids protecting the facility. Running past the infantry was the groups of AT-RT's that legged it towards the base drawing the tank fire away from the rest of the army.

Me and Aayla along with the rest of the infiltration team ran at the enemy, blocking fire for the clone as we closed in on the battle droids. Pointing my hand at the droids a wave of electricity was driven through each of their circuits, causing the B1's to twitch around as their circuits overheat.

Aayla was slashing at droids not far to my left, Bly and the others giving both of us cover as we make quick work of the group of B1s.

The alarms to the facility began to blare, as the hatches around the large doorway opened unleashing the droideka's as they speedily rolled into battle. Along with the clanking of footsteps coming from the main armoured door. B2 reinforcements began to approach the battlefield, mechanically stomping towards the enlarging clone forces.

From above I heard the hums of the B1s on their flying patrol bikes, as they began to fire I deflected a shot back at the driver taking him out and watching the vehicle crash and burn as it hit the ground. Aayla force pulled the other off his STAP, thrusting her blue blade through the droids chest plate.

"Head for those droideka, they're dealing too much damage our men!" Aayla shouted.

Revolving my saberstaff around me along the way as we ran, red energy bolts ricocheted away from our team with some hitting unlucky droids in the projectiles path.

Nearing the 4 droideka's that were blasting holes in more clones than I'd like to mention, I grabbed one with the force lifting it in the air before throwing it at it's nearest associate. With theirs shields deactivated I slice through the two robots as the struggles to break apart from each other.

Already formed back on me, Aayla took care off the other two in a different but highly effective manner. Pushing both droids back, their shields were deactivated as they were forced into a tumble, allowing the nearby clones to enact revenge on their fallen brothers dismantling both droideka's with heavy fire.

Not long after we destroyed the first group of droideka's, explosions were heard around the others. The clones with the rocket launchers had begun to unload their ammunitions on the Separatist droids taking out scores of them with each shell, scattering their metallic parts everywhere.

We were making quick progress, the Separatist guards were being pushed back to the entrance, allowing the clones to focus their fire in the one position. Although the B2's had tanky armour, they never lasted long against the constant onslaught of the troopers.

With the enemy forces pushed back inside we successfully took the outer portion of the entrance, sadly this was the easy part. To proceed forward this the next step off the plan, the clones would have to hold out until the main force brings reinforcements, and with a large portion of the security forces approaching our position they should be launching their assault very soon.

Approaching the entrance with the infiltration team, the door was left slightly open. Allowing Galle to take a quick look at what's down the corridor.

"The droids have Already started to arrive, we better move quickly if we want in" he reported the rest of the squad.

"Smoke the corridor, Lycan spread the smoke out as much as possible and try to keep us covered till were out of their line of sight" Aayla said as the clones started to switch their visors to the thermal setting.

Moments later Lucky, Inc and Barr had threw their smokes through the gap, the sound of the smoke fizzing out was heard as I focused and used the force to quickly spread the dark grey gas throughout the passageway.

After I spread it far enough I gave the team the sign to proceed, Galle taking point as we quietly and quickly headed for a walkway going farther into the facility. As we moved I controlled the smoke to coalesce into a thicker fog around us, further preventing the droids that were already from noticing our infiltration. Through the smoke I could hear the confused chatter of the droids struggling to locate if anyone was breaking in, and failing miserably as we had already reached a walkway and bolted further into the facility.

After getting a safe distance away from the droids we slowed down our advance, right now we were in the heart of enemy territory and a simple mistake could end up with us being caught.

Reaching a cross junction Inc and Deviss edged round their respective sides, eyes peeled for any enemy combatants when suddenly the walls of the facility began to lightly shake from the tremors passing through them. Even from where we were

"Sounds like the boys are going hard on that main entrance" Deviss said with a smile getting a chuckle from the rest of the clones apart from Bly, seriously I've not even seen the guy crack half a smile the entire time we've been here.

"Come on, we're almost at a hatch that will take us to the lower levels" Aayla said as we continued pass through currently clear passageways.

Soon we reached a dead end that sported a large grey emergency hatch that would take us further into the base.

Quickly unlocking the seals I lifted the heavy lid to clear our decent, one by one we climb down the ladder passing several level by the look of it. After climbing for around 2 minutes I reach the exit, swivelling my self round on the ladder I peak my head out, checking for any droids on the new level that was similar in layout to the last.

"All clear" I informed, before letting go and flipping to my feet at the bottom off the ladder.

The others followed soon after, me and Aayla taking point as we pushed further into the base. Moving through the same grey corridors I couldn't help compare the layout to a Venators, consisting of many intersecting walkways off the same design.

Raising my hand I signal for everyone to hide. On my mark everyone scattered to different locations in the hall, pressed up against a wall the seemingly perfectly timed mechanical footsteps of droids began to louden. The muffed noise changed to clear as they crossed over the intersection, holding my breath I attempt to lessen my presence as much as I could as I eyed the passing group droids.

Having several second to watch, it was easy to identify that the B2's were escorting a tactical droid covering it from all angles as they moved pass us.

Having seen what I seen, Aayla signals to all off us to tail them from a distance and find out where they were heading. Cautiously we followed the party of droids, making sure to stay a safe distance away in case they suddenly turned on us.

Eventually we there droids got to where they were going, a large set of blast doors opened up to reveal what seemed to be a control centre over viewing a large training room. Inside was filled with droids doing everything from logistics to guarding, this make it simple to located the only living being in the room.

Watching the droid beneath, was a tall blue Skakoan, the large pressurised suit being a dead giveaway to his race. Silently he watched what was happening in the room, not turning round until the test was complete, beckoning the droids to approach they stepped into the control centre as the blast doors closed behind them.

As the doors closed in front of us we quickly probed our surroundings, for anything that could be watching us before approaching the doors.

The man inside this room could be the key to finding the information about the new battle droid, as well as bringing down this facility with the least amount of casualties. If he chooses to surrender it would save a lot of lives that would've been lost during the battle to take the facility. Even if the chance of him doing such a thing is low, it's worth a shot.

Done with the checks, safely converse about what to do next.

"I have a plan for getting in there" I tell them before explaining my plan quickly.

Soon after I finish we begin, standing in front of the blast doors me and Aayla both cut small holes. Pushing the loose metal into the room smoke grenades that Lucky and Deviss prepared were quickly launched in as well. Controlling the smoke I spread a thick fog throughout the room, signalling to Inc and Bly they passed E.M.P grenades through the holes while Aayla moved them into position using the force.

Several droid poppers later Aayla says "That should be all of them" as she ignites her lightsaber and moves to the middle of the door.

"Better get this opened then" I said as I joined her in igniting a blade.

Penetrating our blades into the steel we traced a large circular shape into the blast doors, our lightsabers quickly heating the metal up to it's molten state as the lightsabers sliced through the sturdy material as if it was butter.

Meeting our lightsabers at the top of the circle  we move the excess metal from our path as I allow the smoke to drain from the room.

Once the smoke poured out we entered through the hole we made.

Passing through the ring of sizzling hot steel, I get a closer look at the control room, it was similar to one you would find in a starship. There was many different screens showing information, images and statistics along with the scores of disabled droids that go hit by the grenades.

"Looks like your plan worked perfectly commander" Lucky said as he glanced around the room.

"Apparently not, we're missing the skakoan" I replied noticing the lack of a Separatist captive.

The weird looking fucker must've made a break for it as soon as he seen us cutting through the door.

"Bly slice into this and bring up a map of the base and the rest of you see if you can find any intel on the droid" she ordered the commander.

Pressing a few button on the machine a hologram of the entire bases layout appeared in front of us.

"It seems that they we're using this, all the passcodes are still in"

From the hologram we could see the base wasn't as big as we thought it was, there was only a few more underneath us that consisted mostly of storage rooms. Not exactly the factory that we were expecting.

"General I found something" Lucky said catching everyone's attention.

"The droid their working on seems to be an elite type of droid that's main focus is combating...Jedi" he spoke giving a shock to everyone especially Aayla.

"It's says here that they're programmed to work in small groups to take down jedi, but that's all the information there is" he finished.

"Shit the skakoan's probably went to get the one's they've already built" I divulged wanting to hurry up and find him since any droids that are made to hunt a jedi can't be good news.

Aayla seemed to agree with me but before she could say anything Bly spoke up, "General, Commander, before you both leave I think there's something you might want to hear".

Turning back to look at Bly, Aayla asked "What is it?".

Zooming in on a certain point on the hologram Bly moved on with his explanation, "This right here is the power generators keeping the entire base functioning, and right underneath it is storage rooms containing a large amount of fuel cells. If we blow up the generators it should cause a chain reaction of explosions throughout the base effectively destroying it."

"That's a pretty good plan, saves us the hassle of trying to take the base. Our orders were to retrieve or destroy the droid designs and prototypes, the base can screw itself." I chimed in with my opinion.

"Bly have you got enough detonators for the job?" she asked, clearly agreeing to the plan.

Bly looks at his clone comrades as they began to count how many explosives they had on hand. Quickly ending up with a total of 8, Bly tells the general "It'll be tight but it should be enough to do they job".

Being the generous person I am I decide to give the troopers the detonators I had on me, "Here you can have mine, doubt I'll be needing them anyway" I said as I began to strip the detonators off my body.

Once the total amount of detonators passed 20 everyone in the room bar me started to sweat drop. Inc even poked Lucky with his elbow "I thought Jedi only used lightsabers" he gawked.

"Me too" Lucky gaped as I finished placing the detonators on the table.

"Right, that's all off them" I said plainly stepping away from the table while the clones split them between each other.

Once they were ready Aayla instructed "Once you set the charges meet us at the emergency ladder we came down on, if we're not there by the allotted time leave without us."

"Yes General, good luck" Bly said.

"Same for you soldiers"

With that we went our separate ways, me and Aayla passed through the doors of the inactive white training room and swiftly mate our way down the long one way path where the skakoan ran off too. The grey components of the corridors whizzed past us as we quickly reached the end of the path.

Forcing the doors open, we entered what seemed to be a manual droid factory, parts scattered everywhere along with the tools used to put the parts together, even large pots of molten metal were spotted here and there.

Stepping over the clutter we remained vigilant for any one coming attackers, lightsabers at the ready we searched for the man in question.

Checking round the back of a massive kiln I rapidly spin round ignite my lightsabers blocking an incoming electro staff. The dark figure dropped from above, slamming his weapon at my head. The weapon clashed against my two lightsabers in a X guard, the jolts of electricity wrapped round the plasma as if it was trying to draw it in.

Pushing my sabers up to throw the figure off balance, I thump a heavy kick into the chest of my opponent pushing him back several meters but otherwise not doing any noticeable damage, as its unblinking red eyes scanned my figure looking for weaknesses.

{Image of droid}

Not having the time to engage in a stare off against what I assume to be the droid prototype we were looking for I whip a saber in the opposite direction of the previous attacker. A second droid lunged at my back before his weapon was slapped away, slicing at the droids waist with other saber ended in failure as the droid skilfully parried my strike.

Making space between me and my assailants I leap over the kiln to a more open area, mid flight I seen Aayla contesting against 4 of the same droids, weaving between their attacks with such skill it looked effortless.

Landing on the cold concrete floor I threw debris debris lying around at the droids hot on my tail. To my disappointment they easily avoided or blocked what I threw at them, but not letting up I charge at one of the droids.

Throwing several powerful blows at my opponent I broke through his defence as was about to cut him down when I sensed a backstab coming from the other droid, rolling out the way I managed to avoid having an overgrown taser plunged into my back. My onslaught continued, a flurry of blows sent at both combatants but every time I was about to get a hit in the other would either block or make me put off my attack.

I must say, these droids have some good teamwork, most of the time people just get in the way of each other when fighting 2vs1, or the fight just ends up as many different 1vs1 duels instead of the two people actual working together. These droids were completely different though they actively looked for weaknesses when the other attacks and effectively cover each other when they are in a tight spot.

As we were fighting a mechanical voice spoke up from the back off the room.

"Myy creations are truly magnificent! And to think these are just the prototypes".

The arsehole finally showed himself. He must feel confident enough to come out now his droids have been proven capable enough to fight against jedi. Not sure why he didn't just run away but that just makes our job easier.

"Truly superb, I'm sure Separatist leaders will be most pleased with my creation now it has proved itself with a field test" the man said as he fiddled with his pressurised suit.

Seriously what's this bellend going on about, it's not as if we're loosing badly or anything, so I'm not sure why he's so assured of himself.

Trading blows with the two droids I managed to peak in Aayla's direction and see her being pushed back down the pathway we came from.

"Lycan do what you have to do, I can handle these guys" she shouted at me as she can continually being push back through the long hall. Although she was loosing ground, Aayla never seemed to be in a precarious situation.

With Aayla's blessing I sent of volley of lightning at the two droids before coming in with a cleave to the nearest droids shoulder. The droid's electro staff blocked the electricity as we clashed blades again, only this time I aimed my wrist guards at the droids chest. As our weapons were pushing against each other the hidden blaster unravelled itself from my armour, drilling several shots into the droid's chest plate disabling it, but to be on the safe side the I cut the droid into several parts, truly making sure it doesn't get back up.

Flicking my wrist in the last droids direction I launch a barrage of shots in its direction that it swiftly avoided. Seeing my attacks having no effect I use a force ability that would help me, concentrating for a moment I let the force flow through me empowering my body and mind. By the time I opened my eyes I felt great, it was as if the droid suddenly lost speed, dashing towards the droid I rapidly swiped and lunged with both my sabers leaving no opportunity for my opponent to counter. Breaking his guard a quick cleave of my lightsaber was all it took to send its head flying as the rest of the body collapsed to the ground.

By the time I finished them off Aayla was out of sight but I could still hear the collision of weapons if I listened closely. That gave me the confidence to do what I was planning if I had the opportunity.

Turning towards my target, that was currently scurrying away and with me between him and the door, he was only delaying the inevitable. Rushing to the metal platform where he was, I cut off his escape and was brought face to face with the made behind the invention of those killed droids. If his face wasn't covered with a mask, I'm sure it's be warped in a mix of fear and disappointment.

Holding my lightsaber in front of his face, I ask him calmly "The designs for those droids, where are they".

Even with my weapon threatening to pierce him he said "I'll never tell you, the count will have me killed if I give the designs to the republic".

Sighing at the mans refusal, I grab his suit with the force and dangle him over one of the pots of molten metal.

Asking him once again with more conviction "I'll ask one more time, give me the designs or I'll drop you". As I said the word my grip on his suit tightened, the metallic plates threatened to break as the began to creak from the pressure exerted.

"Please! Stop! Don't drop me, I'll tell you where it is. I'm begging you!" he spoke.

I'm sure he's really begging but the mechanical voice coming from his suit wasn't giving him sympathy points.

"Where is it?" I questioned lowering him closer to the steaming how metal.

"It's in my suit, put me down and I'll take it out for you" he replied.

Thinking for a second I place him back on the platform and released his arms from my grasp, allowing him to tap several button in his mech suit which prompted a data disc to be released from a slit in his side.

"That's the plans, please have mercy" he said.

Before replying I put the disc into my personal holo projector, moments after detailed designs appeared in front of me. Happy with the newly acquired material I release my hold on him.

"Thank you for your cooperation" I said plainly with a neutral look on my face.

Aiming my wrist mounted blaster at his head, I blew a hole in his mushy green skull and watched as he fell back into the pot of molten liquid. Watching the skakoan's body slowly sink into the lava I leave to go help out my master and leave this place before it blows.

Dashing through the hall I quickly approached the fight between Aayla and the droids. Upon arrival I was met with a busted droid with its chest cave in planted against the wall, along with 3 others doing their utmost to take down their adversary.

Coming from behind I throw a volley of lightning at their exposed backs, the electricity flowing from one droids to another. Completely break the first and stunning the last two, which gave Aayla the opportunity to rend both with her blue saber, taking them permanently out of commission.

"Thanks for the help, what happened to the skakoan?" She asked

Telling her the excuse I thought of, I explained "He committed suicide, blasted himself and fell into the molten metal along with the designs. Said the Separatist leaders wouldn't let him live If the plans fell into republic hands so he went on his own terms."

It only took a moment for Aayla to let the information sink in, stating "That's unfortunate, but that means the mission is now complete so lets get out of here before it blows"

That's a sentiment I can get behind.

"I'll contact the others just now" I said as I made a comm link with Bly.

After getting white noise through the speakers for a moment the call went through connecting me to the clone commander.

"Yes Commander?" he said.

"Have you managed to sent the explosives yet? Me and my master are done on our end" I told him.

In the background I could hear the footsteps of people running, "Explosives are ready sir, the mission went off without a hitch. Approaching the rendezvous point now" Bly replied.

"Solid job, we'll meet you soon then" I responded before disengaging the call.

Flying through the halls me and Aayla reach the ladder in no time at all, waiting for around a minute I heard foot steps approaching. Looking at a certain pathway, I watched on as the clones ran round the bend at high speeds.

"Move it boys, the quicker we're out of here the quicker we can stick it to the seppies" Daviss shouted to encourage the others.

With everyone here we started the climb, I could already hear the raging battle going on above us. And if the shakes of the ladder were anything to go by it wasn't stopping anytime soon.

As we climbed Aayla got in contact with HQ, "Tell the heavy units to retreat back from the base. Everyone at the back entrance should focus fire to cover our retreat." she ordered her subordinates.

With the army soon to be informed all we had to do was prepare our selves to escape the facility while under heavy fire, an easy task right?

As the first one to reach the top I opened the hatch of everyone else, pushing the heavy object to the side and vaulting out I gave the clones a hand getting on their feet.

We quickly sorted the formation for escaping, Aayla at the front, me back and the rest in the middle.

Rushing through the halls it wasn't long till the raging sound of the battle intensified. The path we were running down began to open up to a larger area, blue and red blaster bolts whizzing in opposite directions along with the occasional rocket. All the while droids mechanically marched forwards towards the exit.

Not wasting any time we charged out into the fray, blue and purple lightsabers deflected shots constantly while the clones fired on the targets blocking our path.

Whenever there was a chance I threw lightning as well as blaster bolts at the variety of droids we passed. One specific shot smashed through a dwarf spider droid's eye, causing it to explode in the face of a couple B2's bringing them along with it.

Speedily approaching the large doors, a distinct firing sound was heard through the clatter of warfare. Following it a sniper bolt flew at me at high speeds, almost hitting my shoulder but luckily I managed to block in the the nick of time. A few shots later the sniper must've realised he wasn't getting anywhere with me and decided to change his target.

Holding fire, the changed to aim at the clones we were escorting. With great precision the red bolt of plasma tore through the air, only stopping when it hit a clones chest.

"Bly!" Screamed a clone, quickly dropping to check his commander.

With the Commander hit, the men surrounded their fallen superior not wanting to leave him behind.

My mind raced as I came up with a temporary  solution to the problem. Grasping random items around us with the force, I dragged them in front of us to create a make-do barrier.

Turning round to face the clones I shout "Hurry up and give him a stim, the barrier wont hold for long"

By the time I finished parts of the barrier were already being blew off but it should buy enough time to save Bly.

Watching on as Bly had Bacta spray applied on him by Inc while Daviss stabbed his neck with a stim. The current Bly looked far from healthy, A large charred hole was visible on the lift side of his chest, he should be fine but if the sniper hit the other side of his chest he wouldn't have been walking out from here today.

As the clones zealously patched up Bly, large chunks of the roof were falling off due to the fighting going on.

With an idea springing to the forefront of my mind I scanned the roof, seeing several weak point I called Aayla over to tell her my plan.

Quickly explaining it to my master Aayla replies, "It's worth a shot. Men! fire at the roof, we'll bring the roof down on them".

The clones with new orders swapped their target to the roof of the facility, while they done that me and Aayla focused on the several weak points. Feeling the force swirling around them we pulled as hard as we could.

More and more part fell to the ground as it struggled to withstand the assault, and with a strong cracking noise resounding for everyone to hear the roof passed the point of no return. The entire area in front of us started to cave in, the debris crushing scores of droids.

With our backs covered we made a hasty escape before the cave in could reach us. Slinging Bly over my should I say "Sorry about this mate" as I ran at full speed to the exit, probably causing the clone commander a severe amount of pain.

Bits of clutter crashed all around us as we dashed the final distance to the exit. With every step we took the cave in drew closer, crushing everything in it's path as it engulfed the large corridor.

Flying through the exit gap, we kept our speed up as soon after rubble crashed against the strong durasteel door. The door held up nicely, only letting a small amount through the gap in the middle.

Letting go of the breath I was holding in I relax momentarily, glad that we escaped in time without anyone getting squashed is always a good feeling.

Taking Bly off my should as gently as possible, I laid him down om the grass as the other clones check on him while Aayla called for help.

"We need a speeder for Commander Bly, he's heavily injured" she said through her comm.

Kneeling down beside Bly I start to perform some healing on him, it won't fix it since the wound is so bad but it'll help with the pain till he gets to a bacta tank.

Placing my hand over his wound my eyes close as I use the force on his injury. As I done that the charred back bits of flesh around the would began to fall off as the new pink flesh grew in behind. After that I cleaned the would of the excess blood and dirty to lower the chances of infection. By the time I was done his wound looked much better if you'd just ignore the hole but the bacta will sort that out.

The medic team lifted him onto a stretcher and raced back to HQ to get him patched up leaving us to link up with the main force.

"Good job back there Lycan, that mission wasn't anything to scoff at but you handled yourself expertly" Aayla complimented me as we drove speeders around the mountainous terrain.

"I'm just glad we're done with it, I'm sick of the rain on this planet" I replied.

"I agree my attire isn't the most appropriate for places like this" she said after chuckling at my respone.

Not like I'm complaining, seeing Aayla soaking wet like this is one of the only good things about being here.

"General the troops have evacuated far enough from the base" Daviss interjected with a piece of information.

"Very well, you may detonate the explosives at will" Aayla responded giving the clone an answer he definetely liked if what he said next was anything to go by.

Taking through his comms Daviss said "Tell the boys to get ready for the fireworks" as he cut the call and pulled out the remote detonator.

"Hey, are we far enough away?" I asked Daviss before he pressed the button.

"Yes sir" he replied, hovering his finger over the detonator. "...Hopefully at least" he whisper and pressed down on the detonator.

There were a few moments of lag before we started to feel quakes coming from the direction of the base, the heavy tremors shook the earth, uprooting trees and throwing rocks around. Then came the explosion, the mountain the base was built on was tore apart, giving way for a massive fiery eruption that began to form a mushroom cloud that floated over the base. While we watch over the destruction of the base I heard what seemed like a light roar heading in our direction. Quickly covering my ear we were blasted by the sound waves from the explosion, I tried to block my eardrums with the force but it was still incredibly loud, it felt like someone was screaming in my ear.

As quickly as it came, it passed, saving my ear drums from further injury. Everyone just kind of stared at ear other for a moment, while Daviss revelled in the destruction he just caused.

"That was beautiful" Daviss said emotionally making me roll my eyes at the explosion maniac.

"Right lets head back to HQ so we can inform the republic about our success" Aayla said getting cheers from the other clones as we drove off into the distance.

Chapter Text

Calmly travelling through the bustling streets of Coruscant, I pass by the many different species of citizens that varied greatly from each other. The early mornings cool temperature brushed against my skin while the clear skies gave me a break from the previous near constant rain.

Walking down the path lined with large sky scraping buildings on either side, I marvelled in the temporary freedom I've been given.

Not long ago we returned from Escander, and were given leave for a period of time. Nothing definitive but it should be at least a couple days.

We spent an extra few days on Escander after getting orders to see if we can salvage anything useful from the wreckage of the facility. Which gave everyone something to do that wasn't killing or destroying things, still boring as hell but the clones make for good company.

Sadly we had to part ways with them after the Venator was parked in orbit. Clones still aren't given any free time on world yet so they've all been shipped to an outpost around some other battle zones in the galaxy, in case other armies need reinforcements.

Unlucky for them but I'm sure it won't be long till whatever senator it was passes the bill that lets them fuck around on allied worlds.

Aayla on the other hand went to meditate back in her quarters after we finished our report. Nothing unusual there but we did make plans to go out somewhere after training one day so that'll be nice.

Right now though I've arrived at a large rectangular elevator that travels into the depths of Coruscant, floating behind me are a few cargo carriers filled with the stuff I picked up while we looked through the debris.

Under the black covers, hiding the goods from any onlookers, is piles of battle droid parts and weapons from the droid army that was stationed on Escander. Along with some other things such as oil, fuel and maintenance tools just to keep stocked up.

Lining the carriers neatly in the elevator I moved over to the control panel, pressing a few keys I began to descend to the entertainment district along with my cargo carriers.

Ringing Wires from my wrist panel I tap my feet to the beat to the music playing in my headphones while the lift begins to quicken its descent.

Moments later the call goes through giving way for the participant on the other side to say "What a surprise, back already Master?, it seems like your mission was completed ahead of schedule".

"Just got back today, I'm heading down to the bar with some cargo just now. Want to do me a solid and clear some space up in the back room" I asked the droid.

"I get it done right thi... Give me a moment Master." he said stepping away from the communications device.

A few blaster shots were heard followed shortly by a scream of pain.

Moments later Wires was back on call "Sorry about that, I had an unexpected guest arrive. No worries though I'll clear the room out for your arrival" Wires said as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

Sighing at the droids obviously well practised actions I said "Make sure to check if he has anything good on him. I'll be over shortly." and disengaged the call.

A chime went off and the turbo lift came to a stop, the doors screeched as they slid open revealing the entertainment district's floor, which was surprisingly well lit for how deep it was.

What followed was a relaxed walk through the mostly empty streets. The only people around at this time were either the one's fighting a hangover or people transporting things around, the latter mostly done by droids which gave the place a pretty quiet and empty feel.

Turning the corner I saw the holy ground, a shining beacon of goodness that illuminated this shitty place, my own bar and it's filled to the brim with drink.

Closing in on the building the sunlight hitting it brought the dimmed and discoloured walls into view, making it look less holy and more shitty. Damn the place looked much better in the dark, I'll need to paint as well... who am I kidding I just make a droid to do it. Why else would I have brought  back all these parts.

Arriving at the main entrance, the large oval shaped doorway was already open and Wire was standing prim and proper at the centre waiting for my arrival. His plating shining from the sunlight as he welcomed me, "Glad to have you back"

"Same here, missed this place, and you of course. Here I've got something for you mate."

Undoing the covers slightly I reach for something on the levitating carriers, a few clanks later I pulled out a large vat of oil while Wires stood to the side in jubilation, well hopefully, his stoic unmoving face doesn't really give much away.

"Just what I needed, I could feel my joints getting stiff protecting this place" he said as we stepped into the building.

The inside was just as I left it, only the shelves behind the bar were stocked full of drink, along with sparkling clean glasses just waiting to be filled.

Oh and some Rodian thug tied up in the corner.

"How many times did this happen since I was away" I asked looking at the unconscious green alien.

"This would be the third time. But no worries I took care of them appropriately." Wires replied as he began to pour me a drink.

Taking a seat at the bar Wires slid me the pint glass full of cold beer. "Thanks" I said and took a gulp of low alcoholic goodness.

"So, were the people you deal with worth anything" I questioned the droid while wiping the excess froth from my lips.

"Some of them were, not much though. They only had bounties for small petty crimes. The moneys in the usual spot." he told me

"Doesn't matter moneys still money. I'm thinking about hiring some people today, you want to come?" I inquired.

Putting down the weirdly shaped glass he was cleaning Wires replied "If you will allow it I'd love to, It does get a little bland staying here for so long".

"No problem, I'll reprogram a few droid to keep watch while we're away. In fact I could get a few to paint the walls outside as well, those B1's could finally do something useful" I said

I'll need to paint all the droids too or I'll end up with the fuzz knocking at the door, and that'll be a weird one to explain. Should probably make a couple modifications to them as well, give them a different look. People would still be a bit freaked out seeing Separatist battle droids on Coruscant. Fuck it, it shouldn't take long anyway.

Tanning the rest my the pint I ask the bartender "Wires come give me a hand moving these off the carriers".

With his help we quickly transferred all the materials into the back room that I've been using to make and fix up things.

Right now it looks like a bombshell struck the place. Tools everywhere, random spare parts along with weapons lying around and now a massive junk heap of Separatist droid parts at the back of the room.

Taking a seat at the workbench I look around the room with lazy eyes.

"This place's a mess..." I sighed aloud wondering if I should tidy it up before making the droids.

"I couldn't agree more sir" Wire concurred causing me to sigh even more.

I'll clean up later... maybe? First things first, make some droids.

"Before I start, can you take that Rodian in" I asked.

"Was already going to, I'll be back soon then. Do enjoy yourself" Wires replied as I waved him off.

The next few hours consisted of varying amounts of building, destroying, reconstructing and modifying. Ideas came and went as I began to create the droids that would guard the bar for the foreseeable future... and paint the walls.

Parts were tossed around the room, some were faulty, some didn't fit and some were just outright broken. Sparks flew as I took the tools to the different pieces, changing them to my needs before setting them to the side and working on another part of the droid.

The designs I came up with had minor elements taken from the EG-5 template I got from the techno union guy. The most parts were too tech heavy for me currently and there was no way to make the same thing with the parts I had on hand, but some small details that I thought were nifty and do-able were added onto the droids.

Slowly but surely the Droid began coming into fruition. The first part to be complete was the main frame, it was lithe, thin but had more body in important areas. Most of it was made from the commando droids frame, the rest were parts from other models, tweaked to the right size.

The wiring was the easiest part most of them could be kept the same and the adjustments weren't difficult to make, which saved me a lot of time and hassle.

Next I put all the core components onto the frame, this was the hardest part as I had to fix up most of these since basically every one of them I had were damaged. But what do you expect when they're being make out of war scrap.

I had to code in new software from the droid brains to reach the desire outcome. I took parts from the different droid brains that were lying around, although most of the code came from Wires. I recycled the combat parts from Wires's droid brain and modified it slightly to suit the droid better. I also added in a small part of the EG-5 code, most of it was too complex for me to understand in the limited time I've studied it but I done enough to add a miniature hive mind into each droid.

The hive mind would only work for 3 droids maximum, any more would take up too much power and compromise the other systems. Still its good enough for just now.

After fitting the droid brains in all I had left to do was add the armour plating an give it a coat of fresh paint.

Taking a seat I admired my new creations 3 dark grey droids with a sleek design, just under my own height.

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They looked good from what I could tell, but only through testing would I be able to make sure of it.

Pressing a button on my wrist guard, the 3 droids activated. Their blue eyes flashing on as they began to test out their systems. In sync they began to move around, it started with just basic movement but they quickly began more complex actions. From the readings on my computer it could tell the hive mind worked from the way they sent each other information the got from the world around them.

Done with the motions the trio moves onto weapons, the wrist mounted blasters on their left hands began heating up, taking aim they fired on some battle droid parts I hung up as targets. All shots hit their mark, pausing their shots I used the force to more around the same targets, moving them at typical running speed while the droid began firing again.

By the time I finished the test barely any shots were missed, so i could confidently say that from close range these droids would be lethal, which is basically all I want for now since gunfights on Coruscant are mostly close range shootouts.

Lastly I picked up a blaster pistol from a desk and aimed it at the droids, synchronised the raised their right arms in front of them as the blue shield formed from their wrists. I modified the droideka shields to created a smaller wrist mounted one that would work on less power, so that the droids could have more defence by using their fast reflexes to block shots.

Pulling the trigger I unloaded a barrage of shots at them, starting off just aimed at the shields before aiming at different body parts. The hive mind came into play here as when a single droid got overwhelmed another would cover.

The shooting never lasted looks as the shields couldn't take too many shots before running low on power.

"I must say, these droids are quite impressive Master" Wires chimed in when I finished shooting.

"I think so as well, they still need more thorough testing but we can do that another day. I think it's about time we got a move on." I said.

"Finally" Wires cried with emotion in his voice "I was terribly bored painting that wall outside, I thought it would never end".

"It's your own fault, all you were doing was standing around doing nothing, your better of being useful" I told him before remembering something.

"Did you box those weapons?" I asked him. Earlier while I was working I told Wires to box some of the battle droid's weapons so we could sell them and make some extra money. I had loads of them, too many to use right now so I might as well sell them instead to letting them collect dust.

"Yes the container is packed and ready" Wires replied.

Turning to the newcomers I said "You guys finish up outside, lock up when you're done and wait for us to return".

"Yes sir" They said in a robotic voice.

Pulling a plain black mask and a hooded cloak out a cupboard, I put them on before turning to wires and telling him to use a holo cloak while we're out.

Instantly he changes into a random masked man with basic dark clothing and asks "It this one alright?".

Nodding Wires, we head for the door and  start our descent into the depths of Coruscant.

Leaving the bar me and Wires walked over to the nearby ship dock. Awaiting for us was the Coruscant Freighter that I inherited from one of smugglers I offed a couple months ago.

As we closed in on our ride, I pinged it a signal to drop the landing ramps. Wires dragged the goods onto the ship while I headed for the cockpit.

There was nothing special about the ship, the interior was plain as the previous owner didn't make many modifications to it. Good enough for a smuggler though, it has a decent amount of cargo space and blends in with the other ships around it.

Taking I seat I start up the systems one by one making sure everything still works. It's been a while since I flew this thing and I'm not wanting any problems from it. All is good though everything was working fine so chances are there'll be no chances of having a crash landing.

Moments later the doors behind me slide open, revealing Wires in his disguised form. He takes a seat as I begin flying the ship over to one of the many abyss like holes that reach down go the lowest levels of the city.

It didn't take long for us to reach the large vertical passages, getting in position for descent I lowered the thrusters which caused the ship to begin sinking downwards.

Curiously I looked out the window in the scenery, although I've been up this passage once before, the sheer scale of the planet wide city. The different levels passed by the window, each one having their own variety of activities and places to go.

Although there's a clear downward trend in cleanliness and overall livability. The spotlights and flashing billboards dotted around the levels give those who pass by a peak into the shadier parts of Coruscant.

Unlike the surface, it's rare for anyone to catch a cleaning droids doing the rounds down here. My guess is the governments just choosing to save some cash since they wont hear anything about it from the citizens anyway. The super rich on the surface feel as if those who dwell underground are beneath them, while the peasantry in the underground grow used to the conditions after living in them for so long.

Growing tired of the scenery, I turn to my droid companion and said "Want to do something productive and set up a sentry in front of the ramp".

No chance I'm leaving the ship unguarded while we trek around looking for a black market. The people around these parts would steal the salt of your meal if you gave them a chance. That's why I'm not, anyone that's climbs up that ramp unauthorised is getting plugged full of laser bolts. I'll have it hooked up to my wrist guard so I know when someone's tried their luck.

Grumbling he gets off his seat "You know since you came back it feels like I've constantly been productive, where's the droid rights?".

"Listen, I'm just trying to give you a bit of exercise, you know get the joints loosened up a bit after staying indoors from so long" I said as a data card was plugged into one of the ships available slots.

The trips going to be a while so instead of listening to the clanks of Wires things together I decided to stick some tunes on.

While we were doing the clean up operation on Escander, to make it less boring I decided to play some music through a speaker so all the clones could listen in. As I watched the clones jam away while they powered through with their work, an idea struck me.

I should get a frequency on the holonet, if you don't know what that is, it's basically the star wars equivalent of a radio station.

All I'd need to do is play a couple of tunes, then slap the adverts on for a few minute and watch the cash roll in. I can see it already, clones on battlefields all over the galaxy listening in to alleviate their boredom. Could even give shout outs to the boys in the field like a certain GBX once done back in the motherland.

So with some stead cash flow on the horizon I get to work bootlegged songs from earth for the remainder of the trip down the underworld portal.

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Docking the ship in a run down area, I make sure to have Wires check the sentry before we leave. Seeing the connection between the sentry my my wrist guard, meant we're good to go. Lowering the ramp, me and the droid exit the ship with the cargo of E-5 blasters trailing behind us.

Normally you'd have to pay a toll to park your ship on a new level, but where there were no droids taking tolls and all the machines were busted. Therefore we just passed through into the gloomy city ahead.

Coruscant level 1313, famous in the underworld for its high crime rates and low police presence. This makes it the ideal place for scum and villainy to gather and make whatever deals they need to before laying low till the next one.

The permanent darkness that encapsulates the entire floor, along with the various tall shadow buildings gave the place a dangerous feel compared to the bright vibrant colours you'd see on the surface.

The time of the day doesn't matter down here when it's dark all year round, so the streets were as busy as they will ever be - not very. The streets are relatively quiet, a few people walking around here and there but that's about it.

To find a place where we could sell the good, we walked over to a nearby food and drink establishment. Above the entrance was a crooked billboard on it's last legs, it flickered on and off as the door creaked open underneath it.

The inside was rundown and unkempt, the entire room had a musky stench from all the alcohol drank over the years, but not letting the smell bothered me I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Nothing to heavy, just a double of jet juice to keep me ticking over.

The Jillsarian bartender was speedy about it, guess having four arms helps with pouring drinks. Seconds later a large muscular hand places a drink down on the table in front of me.

Looking left and right, everyone was minding there own business so I called out to the bartender before he left "You will give me information about nearby black markets" making a small gesture with my hand as I talk.

The Large man froze up for a moment before replying "I will give you information about nearby black markets" in his deep baritone voice.

Doing the same action I said "You will write down the information on paper".

"I will write down the information on paper" he reached under the bar with one of his arm putting the paper on the table and taking out a pen from his pocket.

Seeing the mind trick worked just fine I tilted the bottom of my mask up, giving me enough room to drink the liquor I was just given.

Not long after I finished, the Jillsarian was finished leaving us to go and attend other customers as if nothing happens. Mind tricks are a terrifying, they make you do something at the will of another and while you feel as if your actions are completely normal and justified, and that's not even going into the more extreme versions of the technique.

Getting what I came for, we left for one of the addresses on the paper. Of course before that I left the credits for the drink on the counter, need to help out the small businesses.

It never took us long to arrive at the first location, we end up at a large plaza surrounded by plain looking building. There was many stalls around, the layout made it look like a typical market you'd find on many planets off world.

Walking through past the stalls I could see a variety of legal and illegal items, varying form completely normal items that were only being sold here so they don't get taxed, to unlicensed ship part and blaster carbines.

The people here all looked hardened, the majority wore masks or some other kind of facial clothing to hide their face, while to ones that didn't were from a species where it wouldn't matter if they wore one or not.

After making our way past several shop and a variety of people, I spotted a stall that had a variety of different grenades and small fire arms. Stepping past the people looking at the stock, I see a dark green trandoshan with his feet up looking at something on his holo pad.

"Are you the owner here?" I questioned.

"You interested?" he said before he noticed the floating cargo I had behind me.

"No but I think you'll be interested in what I've got" I told him.

He signals to one of the others watching the shop before pointing behind him and saying "Follow me".

Stepping through the curtain I quickly examine the room we were brought into, not seeing anything suspicious I continue the conversation.

"I've got some blasters here that could be yours, for the right price of course" I said signalling wires to move pass me the cargo.

"What are we dealing with then, If they're worth it I'm sure we can come to an agreement" The reptile hissed.

Sliding the top of the box slightly I take out one of the blasters, " E-5 blaster rifle's, 50 of them, all in good condition" as I spoke I could see the big lizards eyes light up.

"I'm looking to get rid of all these at the one time for...say 1200 each" I offered already knowing I was asking for too much.

The Trandoshan raised his voice at this "1200 each that's robbery! I wouldn't even be able to make any money selling them. 950 each sounds fair."

"tsk, that's barely over retail price. No way, I can do 1050 each if you buy all of them."

He thought for a moment and said "You drive a hard bargain but fine. I can do that".

Before we closed the deal I asked "I'll be need a bit of information as well though, I'm looking for something sensitive"

Closing the distance I quietly tell him what I was looking for. He thought for a moment and wrote something down and told me "Go to this place, they're not part of a bigger organisation. Say Cressc sent you."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you Cressc. I hope we can stay in touch for other deals similar to this one" I said as we finished the exchange.

After making the exchange and getting the credits from Cressc, me and Wires passed through the black market's stalls with an briefcase filled to the brim with credits. Of course he kept it hidden under his disguise, who knows what the characters here would do once they get a sniff of cash.

Eventually we got to one of the exits and began to head for our next destination.

As we moved my dog-like nose caught a whiff of something magnificent. What? Travelling around like this burns through calories not to mention my its been a couple of hours since I had some food. Making my decision, Wires was dragged over to a food stall where a human was selling some sort of meaty burger. To be honest I don't want to know what its made of, it would probably put me off it. Shit, nearly had flashback to my stay on Dathomir, the things I ate there have scarred me for life.

Quickly paying for the food and a drink, we continue our excursion.

Between bites I asked Wires "How far away is this place".

Checking a hologram Wires replies "It should be about 20 minutes in... this direction." before powering off the device.

"Master are you sure about this, wouldn't it be easier to hire people the normal way" the droid questioned.

"Definitely, plus it's not as if it's going to be hard. These guys aren't part of a bigger network, and even if they were it wouldn't make a difference. People disappear all the time, especially down here"

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In front of us is a 2 story building, it's run down just like the rest of the houses around here. But unlike the rest, I could hear faint sound coming from this one, indicating that someone is inside.

Not wasting anymore time I dib the cigarette out on the side of the residence and pressed the door bell.

Not long after a TT-8L gatekeeper droid popped out from a slot in the wall, it's orange sensor probing us with small movements as if waiting for us to speak.

"We came here for your new product" nothing happened, "Cressc sent us here" the droid moved from side to side inspecting the two of us before falling back into the wall slot.

Not long after the doors slid open, revealing 3 Quarren thugs with their blasters at the ready. The one at the front grumbled "Follow us, the product's through the back" and they parted to the sides, allowing us to walk through the middle.

As we passed through the two that we're giving directions flanked us from the back, probably in case we try something funny. As if it's going to make a difference.

The go through the empty halls till we reach a large room near the back of the house. The place had a couple leaks and a deep musty smell, letting everyone know that it's been uncleaned for quite some time. Within the room were another 9 Quarren which most of were sitting down drinking and eating. Seeing no other species apart from the squid men led me to believe that this was solely a band of Quarren pirates.

But the main thing that drew my eyes were the people chained to the wall. All Twi'lek woman, 12 with a variety of skin tone shackled down and barely clothed with rags. Their facial expression's  looking varying from downtrodden and defeated to ones filled with malice.

The main Quarren led me over to the girls, "As you can see we've got a diverse selection of female Twi slaves for sale. All of them are in good condition fresh from the slavers, no mutilations or bodily scars either. You can have your pick for the right price".

Taking my time, I look at the slaves one by one, they all have varying reactions as I do so. Some looked scared, while the tougher ones looked me dead in the eye with vicious expressions. The Quarren allowed me to do so, as it was normal for potential buyers to inspect their slaves.

Stepping back from the Twi, I look towards the Quarren boss and asked "How much do they cost?" I only had to buy a bit more time, Wires was almost done scanning for any extra lifeforms in the building.

Touching his tentacles he replied "Well, we don't have any special colours here so... 10000 credits for one, I can do 25000 if you buy three".

Pretending to ponder other the price for a moment, I get the signal from Wires that informed me it was only these guys we need to deal with. "Sounds like a fair deal... but I have a counter offer".

The Quarren closed the distance slightly in anticipation of my offer, when suddenly I pulled a blaster pistol out and strung him full of plasma.

This was the cue for Wires to star plating, his arms moved in normally impossible angles as he fired shots towards the slow reacting Quarren. While he unloaded his ammunition on, Wires moved in front of the girls using his newly installed shield to block stray shots heading for them.

After killing their boss I proceed to fire at the others, taking them out one by one. One through the head and one through the heart, at least I think I'm not sure where the hearts are on Quarrens. A couple of times an enemy shot flew at me, but in the end they never caused any trouble. With small practiced movements I narrowly avoided them, returning my own fire back at the senders.

In no, time the pirates were all dead, sprawled over the floor and table tops. The charred smell spread throughout the room, breaking the twi'leks out of their reverie, bringing their attention to my self and the incognito droid.

Watching a few people die, won't be near the worst thing these girls have seen if they were caught by pirates, so not wasting any time I tell them what I wanted.

"Listen up, I'm in need of some workers for the new business I'm starting up. An people of your appearance, would make the job easier. Therefore I'm offering you work, not slavery or indentured servitude. But a job where you'll get fair pay and protection."

As I spoke, the chains attaching them to the walls were being undone by Wires, hopefully showing the girls I'm serious about the proposal and not just trying to scam them.

Once they were all free, they nervously looked between me the two of us, as if pleading of permission to do something.

"You can speak to each other. I'm not forcing you into anything, you know" I said.

After I said that it only took a few moments for some of the Twi's to drop down on their knees and accept my offer. Although some of the stronger willed individuals, got in a huddle and began discussing what they should do.

For the ones that already accepted I told the to stand up and wait to see what the others were going to do.

It didn't take long for the rest to come t o an agreement, they realised that staying down here wasn't a great idea for survival. Having no weapons or money is a sure fire way to end up in the same situation as before, so it was better to go with me, even if it seemed a bit risky.

"Now, that's all decided I've got a question for all of you. Can you remember where the ship that these guys used to bring you here is?" I asked the ladies.

A green skinned Twi'lek stepped forwards as she told me "I can bring you to it, if that's what you want".

"Lead the way- wait." Looking towards Wires I tell him "Go and fetch them some clothes, it'll be problematic if they leave like this".

All of them were barely clothed and I can't be arsed killing everyone idiot in the streets that want a piece of them.

While Wires was away I started to get to know my new employees. Getting their names, ages and other information about their back grounds. I found out that they were all stolen from a Zygerrian slaver ship before being took here to be sold off for a high price.

Soon enough, Wires came back with baggy cloaks for the Twi'leks and we were taken to the Quarrens ship by Aola, the green twi'lek that spoke up before.

At the location was an ALC-9 Aurore-class Freighter with a few minor weapon mods applied. Although the girls didn't like it, I told them to get back into the cargo compartment of the ship so we could get a move on.

Piloting the ALC over to where we docked the coruscant freighter, I typed in some commands onto my wrist panel and got the ship to follow behind us so we could begin our ascent.

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Sitting on one of the bar stool with an icy glass of beer, I was going into more depth about what their jobs will entail, when an unexpected guest arrived at the door.

"I heard someone here was looking for me" said a mature feminine voice, which sounded strangely familiar.

Turning to the door, one hand hovering over my blaster, prepared to take it out a moment's notice. At least it was, until I realised who it was speaking.

"Ros Lai, nice seeing you again".

After I said those words Ros Lai took a good look at my now uncloaked figure. Her eyes drifted over me serveral times, if this was a random person staring the face off me I'd tell them to fuck off but I knew the she was just trying to remember who I was.

After a while the crimson haired woman spoke unsurely, "Lycan?"

Smiling at the answer I replied "In the flesh"

She looked at me incredulously after my reply, probably wondering why I was here along with several other things.

"Why do you take a seat first and we can catch up" I offered, clapping the bar stood next to me.

Turning to the Twi'lek girls I tell them "You can all go pick your rooms, the stairs are through those doors. The rooms are all at the top".

All the girls leave at my words, probably understanding I wanted a bit of privacy from with Ros.

As they flood out the room Ros takes a seat on the barstool next to me, moving her legs to face me she questions me by saying.

"How are you even here?. I thought you'd be up at the temple doing... whatever jedi does, or at some planet scrapping droids."

"I'm on leave for a while just got back from a mission so they gave me some free time, and if your wondering why I'm here. Let's just say your sitting in my very on watering hole" I explained while gesturing for Wires to come over.

The droid was back at the glass cleaning again, he must enjoy it or something. Makes me wonder if that's all he did while I was away, apart from bringing in bounties. Maybe I should get him a holo pad to keep him entertained, can't have my droid being depressed, it'll lower his work efficiency.

"Seriously this place is yours?!" she said while looking around the place. "I'll tell you, it's got some style compared to most of the places around here".

"You want a drink for our reunion?" I asked as Wires arrived in front of us.

"You paying?"

"Depends on your answer to my offer" I said with a slight smile.

"Ah, I'll take a drink either way" she looks at the alcoholic beverages behind he bar before turning back to face Wires, "I'll have a glass of Jawa juice, on the rocks" she asked.

Wires nodded and turned to face me, "I'll take a pint mate, just the usual one" and he walked off to go pour the drinks.

"That's a nice looking service droid you've got here" Ros said as she watched Wires pour the drinks in rapid succession.

This must have tickled the wrong bolt because Wires span round and dropped the hologram that made him look like any other bartender droid.

"I'll have you know that I am not, just a service droid. I'll efficient I many different form of combat, from melee weapons to blasters. Isn't that right Master?" Wires declared while looking like he wanted some head pats or something.

But I had to agree with him there. With the amount of time I spent on Wires I'd be disappointed in myself if he wasn't that badass.

"He's not wrong there, I spent ages building him. It'd be a waste of time if I never made him that good" I commented before reaching for my beer and taking a swig.

Man, this beers good I thought while wiping the froth from my lips.

"Right, right, relax droid my mistake" Ros remark raising her hands into the air. After taking a sip from her glass, she gets the conversation back on track".

"So what had you scouring all of Coruscant for information on me then. Must be something worth all that hassle".

Putting my serious face back on I begin explaining "While I have bought this place and intend to use it as a bar. I wanted it to double down as an information dealership. The girls that were here when came in, Wires right here's going to put them through the wringer so they learn to handle themselves but they still need some practice getting information out of customers"

"This is where you come in, from what I've heard you've done a few different job since we parted. A bounty hunter and someone spy's for sensitive information for the right price."

"Damn, you've really dug deep for all of that. I take it you want me to teach those sexy looking Twi's how to make a guy run his mouth, is that it?"

"Nope I want you to run the whole place, with Wires of course. I'll be dragged away on missions most of the time, so I won't be able to run this place myself. Of course if you accept, I'll make sure you get a down payment, along with a cut of the money we'll make in the future".

Ros sipped her drink in silence for a while, I gave her time to think everything over while powering through my pint and telling Wires to get me another.

By the time I was on my fourth pint, which wasn't very long to be brutally honest, Ros gave her answer.

"I think I'll take the job, but I'll need to settle a few things here, it shouldn't take more than a couple of days though".

"Good stuff, you needing a hand with whatever that is? I'm not up to much now anyway" I asked.

Ros finished the rest of her jawa juice and replies "No, I'm just tracking down a few people nothing that would require the help of a Jedi, if you can even call yourself that"

"Listen it's not my fault the geezers that run the place make it boring for everyone else, I'd rather run a place like this than sit on my arse meditating"

After she accepted my offer, the two of us spent the rest of the day binge drinking with Wires and the Twi'leks. Eventually causing me to black out for the first ever since coming to this galaxy.

The next day I awakened slouched over the bar. Wires was calmly cleaning glasses behind the bar as I began getting my bearings.

Fuck me that must've been a wild night, last thing I can remember is taking shots with one of the twi'leks before everything became a blur.

On a good note though, I'm feeling the same as normal. No hangover which is always a blessing, I'm not even sure if i could get one if I tried, only time will unravel that mystery.

Still I was expecting the Bar to be in worse shape than this, everything's sparkly clean the only things out of place are the passed out bodies strewn around the different seats.

Turning the my trusty bar man I ask "Did you clean this up?".

At my words Wires took his attention of the cups and replied "Why yes, you told me to keep the place clean once my time on that programming was out"

"Really? Can't remember it. Wait what programming?" I further questioned.

"So you can't remember that either. Would you like me to inform you about the program you wrote?" Wires asked

"Aye mate that would be helpful" I replied trying to think back on the blur that was last night.

"Well it started off when you asked me if I wanted a drink, then you realised that droids can drink. For the next few hours you tried disappeared into the back room trying to find a solution to the problem. Eventually you came back with a new bit of code"

"You said that if I run it in my programming, it would simulate what it's like when drunk. Luckily for me you had it on a time limit or I wouldn't have been able to clean up. I must say it was a enlightening experience" as I just marvelled at my creation.

"So you said I made a program to get droids drunk..."

"Yes"

"While I was drunk..."

"That is correct"

Silence ensued for a few moments, while I let everything sink in.

"Fucking hell, I need to stop drinking... who am I kidding, that'll never happen"

Well with that conversation at its end I started to move the Twi'leks into the rooms upstairs. I'd ask how they managed to fall asleep in those positions but I can't say much after waking up on the bar.

After putting a few of the Twi's to bed, and was ready to tuck the last one in I walked in on something I definitely wasn't expecting. Ros and Dia a pale grey Twi'lek were tangled in the sheets, items of clothing scattered over the room along with the smell of pure r18 pleasure.

Resisting the urge to whistle, I shut the door and put the Twi'lek in another room before going downstairs.

So Ros Lai likes getting frisky with women, interesting.

"Wires pour me a pint, my throats feeling a bit dry" I said to the steamer droid.

While he filled me a glass I thought about my plans for today... literally nothing. Maybe I'll make some more lackeys for Wires with all the scraps, can get the ladies kitted out as well, if they even wake up.

I've been thinking about sending some probe droids out to look for unmapped planets but you  need completely different parts to make them, so that's shelved for now. Oh I could give R2-K5 some upgrades, and by that I mean turning him into a walking armoury.

Contacting the astromech I told him to meet me at the bar for a couple upgrades, he normally stays at the temple doing who knows what but as long as he's not getting into trouble, he can do what he wants.

From then on the rest of the day was just me going full gearhead with the scrap materials I had on hand. First thing I done was make a few of my own model of droid, since I was going to be back in the field soon and the bar will be officially open for business I wanted as much protection as possible for it. Although Wires and Ros should be able to handle most things, being cautious is never a bad thing.

Since I already had the schematics for the model, I could make them at a much faster rate than before, by the time the first people started to wake up, 12 more droids had been created and were powering up.

Since a few of my twi'lek employees were up I began taking measurements for armour and custom weapons. Whilst I don't expect them to be in the line of fire much, I still want to make sure they've got the right kit too power through when shit eventually does it the fan. I'm an avid believer of Murphy's law so when that fateful day arrives when the girls have to suit up, they'll be prepared for it.

When R2-K5 appeared in my workshop, it could barely see what was going on from all the smoke in the room, so I ended up taking a break and having the green skinned Aola fix me something to eat. But from that I ended up having another idea of what to install on K5, a heat sensor so it could see in all conditions and could unleash his hidden weaponry accurately even in low visibility conditions.

By the time I was done pimping out my R2 unit it had a new high power laser, a miniature retractable hover pad with small blasters on all sides, a flame thrower, an ascension cable and an upgraded electric pike made from the remains of an electro staff.

That's it ladies and gents I've officially turned K5 into a murder bot. At this point you could probably place him on the front lines and he'd be more effective that those B1s .

That was when I got a call from someone whom I hadn't spoken to since I left for Geonosis. The figure that appeared on the projection was none other than Laila, who had her padawan braid in signifying that she completed her trials successfully.

"Lycan I'm glad your alright, I heard from some of the older knights at the temple that the battle of Geonosis was extremely deadly for the Jedi, and that only 15% of the Jedi that went survived" she said sounding relieved.

"Aye it was quite bad, but me and my master got through it relatively unharmed." I replied while telling the girls to give me some space.

"The only reason I never called earlier, was because my new Master assured me that you were fine, and that we had a mission to go on. Not that I didn't care about you or anything." Laila explained with a guilty look on her face.

"It's alright, you master did have a point. The war just started so the council probably wanted every available member to be in the field." I told her but she still seemed a little guilty.

"So that's you a padawan now then" I said with an approving smile.

Pushing her hair back to highlight the new braid Laila replied "Yep, the trails weren't that hard. We just had to show our knowledge about the jedi code and then show the instructors our proficiency in our lightsaber forms and meditation. So it was basically just a normal day of training but we were being scored on it."

"What about the tournament did they go ahead with it?" I asked

"Yes, me and Ahsoka fought in the finals but she ended up beating me. Knox came 7th, he was matched up against Ahsoka early on and was put out" Laila mentioned.

"Still, getting to the finals is a good accomplishment, your new master probably noticed you because of it" I pointed out.

Shaking her head she explained "Actually she said that wasn't the case. She was going to take me as a padawan because I trained in multiple support techniques since that's what she specialised in"

Curiously I asked "Who is your Master anyway?"

"Master Shaak Ti was the one who picked me, she already helping me better me force barriers" Laila exclaimed happily.

Shaak Ti huh, that reminds me she still owes me something for the whole Geonosis stunt. Although she does seem like a good fit as Laila's Master.

"Sorry Lycan I've not got much time left. Speak to you soon." Laila said quickly before waving and cutting the transmission.

So that's everyone became a Padawan, I wonder what Ahsoka's up to and if she still got Anakin as her Master.

With these thoughts in my head I went back to having a good time with everyone at the bar.

After the call from Laila, the next few days passed peacefully, well if you can call it that. Once everyone recovered from that session when Ros turned up, me and Wires got to work training them. It's going to take some time but atleast their making progress.

They we currently going throught the basics for close combat, and blaster combat for the ones who never knew how to shoot a blaster properly. The ones that all ready knew just done extra close combat drills for now.

Wires is a great teacher for them, since he has all the basics programmed into him he was able to show them how to perform both subjects perfectly, while also fixing any problems he noticed. With an instructor like him, I barely had to do anything, so you can bet I spent my time productively.

A.K.A drinking while messing around with some force abilities.

Eventually though the day finally came for my meeting with Aayla.

I'm meeting her at a food and drinks place on the upper levels. It was only to two of us going since everyone else was on a mission or something similar.

Putting in some half decent clothes, I get ready to leave. I even got one of the girls to give my horns a deep clean, so they're looking brand spanking new.

I've already sent Aayla the bar location, it's mean to be quite nice compared to the shite down here anyway.

Buttoning up my long sleeve shirt, I put my wrist guard on underneath the sleeves. Just in case I need to diffuse a situation without showing everyone the lightsaber.

Going downstairs to the bar, the girls were sitting at the table eating something, while Wires was covering his joints in oil.

Walking up to Wires I say "That's me leaving, you can do whatever tonight, just don't destroy the place"

"I'll try my best, maybe I should get that program another try. I'm starting to understand why you like drinking so much" The droid said, well on his way to alcoholism.

"Right mate you do that, I'll see you later" on the way to the exit I pass the girls, "Later ladies" getting goodbyes from the twi's I made my way to the specified location.

It took at least 45 minutes to walk there, which isn't that bad considering the size of Coruscant. No way I was flying here, first I'd have to explain to Aayla where I got the ship, and that's a conversation I'd rather not have. Secondly fuck drink driving, or would it be drink flying. I don't trust myself enough to fly around the busy streets without crashing.

Right now I'm standing outside an upper class bar/restaurant, it looks already. No as good as mine but it'll do.

Entering I took a look around, there's tables set out around the place with all different species eating and drinking. That's one of the reasons that I chose this place, the owners a non-human so you get lots of different species as customers. Unlike the other bars around here that are mostly human dominant.

That's the only shite thing about Coruscant and plenty other places. Humans always end up thinking their the superior race and look down on all the other sentient lifeforms in the galaxy. Although it's mostly just the rich and snobby, the ones that are poorer and grow up around other species apart from humans normally don't have these traits.

Anyways I took a seat a one of the tables and ordered a drink, nothing too heavy just a beer to get my liver working.

By the time I was on my second, the person I was waiting for walked inside.

She looked utterly stunning, unlike her usual attire Aayla was wearing a two piece white outfit. A strapless top which cut off just above her hip that showed her toned abdomen, along with a mini skirt that hugged her captivating figure...

And that kid's, is how I met your mother.

Just kidding, I couldn't have babies with her even if I wanted to, I can only produce offspring with the night sisters and maybe iridonian zabraks. That means sex with other species can be totally protection free, fuckin ye haw####

Fuck having brats away, they just take the fun out of everything. Suddenly you have to be responsible and shit. Fuck that noise, being responsible's boring.

Waving Aayla over to the table, she struts through the place, catching the eyes of many male customers along the way.

Taking a seat Aayla says "Nice place you picked, I was expecting to be dragged some where you and Rael normally hang around"

"Just cause I never go to places like this doesn't mean I can't pick one. I made sure to pick a place that wasn't filled with humans." I explained to her.

"I can see why, the people of Coruscant aren't the most diverse when it comes to other species, and you being all tattooed and scary looking probably doesn't help either" she laughed.

"Here give this a try" I said passing the rest of my beer over to her "This stuffs quality, almost as good as the beer Wires orders".

Looking down the glass Aayla gives it a little swirl before finishing what was left.

Using her thumb to wipe the residue from her lip she states, " I don't drink much beer, or alcohol for that matter, but I'm with you on this one. This stuff is quality" as she tried to copy my voice and way of speaking at the end.

Ignoring how turned on I was at watching her drink beer, we ordered another round of the same stuff.

Once they came I asked her "What's got you in a good mood?, you seem quite happy considering what's been going on."

Putting her beer down she states "It's just been a good day, I had a nice meditation session, got a good workout in and you got me out of the temple for the first time in ages for something that wasn't jedi work. So in my opinion it's the best day I've had in a long time"####

"Damn, you must've had a boring life at the temple if that's all it takes for you to be so happy. I mean when was the last time you went out before this?" I questioned, thinking about how fucking bored the jedi must be cooped up in the temple all day.

"Honestly I can't even remember, my master took me out for something to eat a few years ago if that counts?"

I almost spat my beer out hearing that nonsense... but I never. You never waste a drink that's my golden rule.

"That's unbelievably dull" I told her

"Hey, I'll have you know that I've been out more that most of the other knight at the temple" She weakly tried to put up a defence.

Deadpanning at her I said "That's not really an achievement" which made her slouch in her seat.

"Cheer up a bit will you, there's plenty more time to go out. Espically with me, I'm always up for something like this".

We continued to have a laugh making some random chatter and as the night went on, I was progressively ordering stronger and stronger drinks for myself.

Eventually Aayla got curious about what I was drinking.

"What's that stuff your drinking Lycan?" Said wondered pointing at the machination I was drinking.

"Not sure really, a lot of hard liquor mixed with some meiloorun juice" I replied while taking another sip.

With a confused look on her face she asks "I thought you were a Carnivore?"

"That I am but I can still eat fruit and the like, it's just I won't get any nutrients from it" I explained my inner biology to my tipsy master.

With a mischievous look on her face that I failed to catch, Aayla had a quick peek around before dragging the glass out my hand using the force.

Seeing Aayla grasp my drink, I was sure to give her a warning "That stuffs no joke, better off passing it back to someone who can handle it"

No heeding my warning Aayla says "Yea right, I'm the Master here, you just sit back and watch"

Tipping the glass back, the highly alcoholic substance ran down her throat. After first gulp she put the drink back on the table and struggled to hold back her coughs.

With a hilarious dawned on her face she remarked "How can you drink that, it's disgusting"

Sticking her lounge out to emphasise her point, I just laughed it her. It was nice seeing her like this, don't get me wrong she's a cool lass most of the time but this is just a side to her I've never seen before.

A few hours later Aayla was thoroughly drunk and I was getting there, but being the responsible adult I am, I decided to call it a night and drag Aayla back to her room in the temple.

Now, you might be wondering how I'm going to managed that without causing a scene. Well that's where Rael's super secret passageways come in.

Half way up a steep wall Aayla who was tied to my back decided it was a good idea to start swinging her arms around.

"Lycan... Where we going... why are we so high?" She slurred as her body leaned back threatening to plunge both of us to the ground beneath.

"Fuck me, stop swinging around everywhere before we fall" I told her, while using me free hand to bring her back into place.

By the time we reached the vents, I never took long to get near Aayla's quarters. The only problem was the amount of jedi walking around the halls.

On the way up I taught Aayla the mission impossible theme song, so we were playing a dodgy rendition of it as we snuck through the halls.

As soon as there was an opening, dragged Aayla into her room and quick shut the door. Now that the cargo had been delivered I could breathe a sigh of relief. Would've been some scandal if we were caught trespassing on the holy grounds fucking slobbered, but I was successful in avoiding detection.

Placing Aayla on her bed I wrapped her up in covers before taking my place on the couch looking thing. Barely after I put my head down I fell asleep, man was this couch comfy.

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The next morning I was woke up by the painful cries of my master.

"Lycannnn, heal my head. " Aayla whined as she slowly dragged herself over to me.

Chapter Text

{10 months later}

It's been a hectic few months, the clone wars are in full swing, pirates are everywhere and big Sheev's breathing down the Jedi's necks. But right now, none of that matters.

Why?

Because before I can deal with Palps and his manic plans, I need to survive this battle first, which is proving to be an increasingly difficult endeavor.

Quell, is a planet in the outer rim territories, one with an especially good position for hyperspace jumps into the more central layers of the galaxy. A couple of weeks back, me and Aayla got new orders to relieve the planet of Separatist control and station troops to build an outpost there.

While no one expected it to be an easy battle, the council weren't particularly worried about us either. Since the clone wars started, Aayla and the 327th have had the best missions success rate while also sporting an extremely low clone mortality rate compared to the other Generals.

To be honest, me and Aayla didn't expect too much from this mission either, just another day in the field we thought.

Oh how wrong we were.

Making it to the planet was fine and all, but that's probably the only thing that went right. After piercing through the seperatist blockage, which was a good few ships bigger than what our intel said, the Acclamator that made it through began to unload its troops and supplies.

Being aboard the ships, we helped the soldiers establish a base camp for our planetary campaign. While this was happening, our naval forces managed to deal with the blockade, but even with better ships and pilots, they were outnumbered, causing many ships to retreat after sustaining too much damage.

This left us with a relatively small amount of cruisers left to defend against Separatist retaliation, which we shouldn't have had to worry about, since our intel suggested that the Sep's were too busy with other battlefields to send in reinforcements.

Sadly our intel couldn't have been more wrong.

In the middle of a chaotic ground battle, Aayla got the word that a second fleet came and were currently attacking our small blockade. They weren't going to be able to hold out for long, so in the midst of the battle, we made the dangerous choice to give up our defensive positions and retreat back to the ship. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place, either we stayed, which would result in us either being killed or captured. Or we retreat to the ship and suffer a varying amount of casualties.

Picking the lesser of two evils we fought our way back to the Acclamator, but during the retreat we had to pass under a cliff, during which the army was caught in a crossfire.

B2's with the rocket attachments fired down on us, while B1's and tanks struck us from the back, in an attempt to thin out our numbers.

While this was happening, I was at the front back of the platoon I was escorting. Everything was going fine, I was blocking shots, the clones were blasting back, and we were quickly moving towards the ship.

At least until a group of the B2's aimed their launches at us.

They weren't messing around, no staggered shots or anything, they just fully unloaded their rockets in an attempt to eliminate a jedi. Hearing the sound of a group of missiles, I quickly turned in their direction, using force I quickly began to crush them, starting from the ones closest to us.

That was when disaster hit, a stray crimson blaster bolt struck my shoulder, followed by another that scorched my side. Due to the sudden pain, my grasp on the force slipped allowing a few rockets to rapidly close in on me.

Doing my best to ignore the burning sensation that was eating away at my side, I did my best to disable the projectiles. The stragglers imploded in swift succession, but by the time I was on the last one, it was already at arms length.

Summoning whatever strength I had left, I tried to contain the explosion. Luckily it worked, at least if you ignored the possible collapse of one of my lungs, as well as most of the ribs on my left side breaking.

The last thing I could remember was myself trying to heal the critical wounds and Lucky - bacta injection in hand - as well as some of the other clones rushing towards me.

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My eyes burst open and I suddenly sat up in a seated position, but regretting it almost instantly as a terrible pain coursed through my entire left side.

Still I powered through the agony as I took in my surroundings, the first thing I saw was Lucky standing guard, hearing me waking up his helmet spun round to look at me.

I was in one of the on board medical facilities, thank fuck. At least it's better than being held captive, or even worse death.

"Commander, you're awake! You shouldn't move just yet, the general said you were lucky to come out of that alive". The clone trooper Lucky - my friend approached me with the intent to lie me down.

Gesturing with my hand to tell him to wait a moment, I sent pulses of the force through my body to see what the damage was. Looking at the injuries I sustained, I could help but feel bad for myself. Still I was looking better than before, I must've patched up the heavy damage in my lungs before passing out, and my rib cage was already on its way  to recovery, due to the mix between my physique and the bacta.

The blaster shots were basically healed already, all that was left was a patch of burnt skin where the bolt made it entry.

The only real problem was the huge patch of blistered skin that crawled its way up from the top of my thigh to my left shoulder, even a few parts enroached its way onto my neck. Which made it a pain to move, but I can deal with it for now.

On the bright side, neither of my two hearts were damaged, which probably saved a shit ton of recovery time. With both of those bad boys pumping blood, I'm sure I'll be back to peak fitness soon enough.

"I'm alright Lucky" I responded, while removing the small needle in my arm and ignoring the slight pinch I got because of it.

Slowly bringing myself to my feel, with Lucky's help I ask "What's happening just now? Did we manage to escape?"

"Negative Commander, while we managed to take off, we're still within the planet's atmospshere. Currently our ship is being tailed by two of the Seppies frigates." Lucky's final words were accompanied by the ship rocking to from an explosion.

"Not out of the woods yet I see. Right, take me to the General, I can't be fucking around here doing nothing" I told Lucky.

"At your orders Commander" nodding his head I throw an arm over his shoulders and limp towards my Aayla.

After a relatively tedious walk, we both made it to the command bridge. As the large doors slid open, the first thing I took notice of was how hectic everything was. Officers were rushing around trying to do their tasks as quickly as possible, but slowing them down was the odd computer breakdown from overheated circuits.

The situation was worse than I expected.

Standing in the centre of the command bridge was the General, Aayla was dishing out order to her subordinates left right and centre, but she clearly couldn't keep up with all the current problems we're facing. She was so focused, she never even noticed me and Lucky till we we're right behind her.

Doing a double take, she performs a 180 before rushing over to me.

"Lycan what're you doing here!? You shouldn't even be moving with those injuries" She hurriedly said with worry evident in her gaze. I was just glad she's never got hit like I did, no doubt she'd be walking away from it like me.

"Don't worry, I'm practically fine, it's only difficult to walk and breathing's a little sore but otherwise I'm all good" I replied while she checked my injuries.

Lightly pressing my blistered skin and making me wince in the process, Aayla angrily states "Lycan you were blasted twice and hit with a rocket and you're saying that you're fine! Hurry up and get back to the medical ward before you're injuries get worse"

"I'm telling you I'm fine, all of the serious stuff's fixed, it's just the minor ones left. Might as well help you out here instead of sitting in the medical ward." I responded while removing her hand from my skin.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down she says "Fine then, take a seat and help out with what you can. If I see you doing anything strenuous, I'm dragging you back to the ward myself" all the while rubbing her temples.

Once I took a seat near her side, Aayla quickly gave me a rundown of the current situation. All of the other ships took heavy damage and had to retreat, one of them was hit harder and they had to abandon ship. Our only saving grace is that there's apparently reinforcement on the way. At the moment the main priority is to hold out until they make it here.

With no more time to waste, I got to helping. Using a keypad I directed the troopers on board to the assigned areas, all the while redirecting others away from the damaged zones. This desperate struggle continued for the best part of an hour before we finally saw another republic ship firing on the Separatists.

By this point the ship was heavily damaged, barely able to stay in the air… and it wasn't going to stay that way for long.

Luckily we were comm'd into the Republic ships Admiral, who informed us that they'd be sending ships over to help with the evacuation. That was all the confirmation we needed to give the order to abandon ship.

Not long after we finished finalising the evacuation, and were about to leave the bridge, we seen both B2-RP's otherwise known as B2's with rockets strapped to their backs, along with Republic gunships heading our way.

With my superior eyesight I managed to catch someone doing something so crazy and idiotic, that I genuinely thought I was tripping.

At the sight I instinctively blurted out "The absolute fuck is he doing?"

Gobsmacked, I watched on as the Jedi known as Anakin Skywaker proceeded to fuck himself out of the gunship door and latch onto one of the B2's. All of this being done while both parties were attacking each other.

"Lycan come on we need to go!" Aayla shouted, snapping me out of my stupor.

Pointing at the raving mad Jedi I tell her "Take a look at this dafty, what's he even planning on doing?"

Squinting her eyes, Aayla eventually notices the Jedi Knight desperately holding onto the Separatist droid. "Skywalker?" she mumbled in a confused tone, no wonder she's confused, it's not everyday you get to witness such a strange situation.

Casually ignoring the blaring warning sirens, we both watch on in silence. Subsequently seeing Anakin and the droid plunge through one of the holes in the ship's hull in a crash landing.

That worked out well for him, eh?

Grabbing my arm and placing it over her shoulder, Aayla says "Let's get moving, we'll meet up with General Skywalker and his padawan, at least we will if he's still in one piece"

With that I started my aided speedlimp towards the escape pods, while Aayla tried to get in contact with Anakin through her transceiver, mumbling a curse or two as it failed to work.

What can I say, with enough persistence and drive you can ever get training Jedi to embrace the true tongue of the Scots.

In other words a fuck load of swearing.

Although we moved relatively quickly, Aayla's attempt at stabilising me wasn't working in its intended manner. With her clocking in at just under 5'7 and me recently reaching 6'7, the arm over the shoulder wasn't doing much and I ended up using her as more of a walking stick while she wrapped an arm around my waist for support.

As we made our way through the halls, massive impacts were rumbling through the ship's hull, possibly the Seps sending additional forces through those drill-like one use ships that were chalked full of battle droids.

Not far away from our current position were Bly, Lucky, Cameron and Flash pressed against the passage wall to avoid enemy fire. Every so often they'd pop out and let loose a few shots in retaliation, taking a few B2's down before getting behind cover once again, but it wasn't enough to stop the relentless push of the droids. Even as we made our way over, more and more activated and joined the line.

Luckily now we were here, there was a simple solution, just behind their positions was a blast door - inactive along with much of the rest of the ship's electricals - it was impossible for them to bring it down, but easy enough for one of us.

As we reached the corner Aayla said "I'll block while you bring the blast door down, it should be enough to hold them back for now"

All too happy to go along with her plan, I called out to the soldiers "Troopers! Fall back to my position!"

Easily hearing my strong voice, the four clones used the standard tactic for retreating and swiftly slipped being me and their General. As Aayla was blocking shots aimed to kill, I ripped the door from its stationary position, bringing it crashing to the floor and successfully cutting off the droid's path.

"Let's move. The comm's are jammed and I can't get through to General Skywalker, but the pilots under his command managed to get a message through. There's a ship waiting for us, we'll head to the bay, if we're lucky we'll meet them on our way" Aayla stated to the clones as he fixed her hold on me.

With better options available I chose to cause less hassle for my master, "Lucky, sorry to bother you again but I'll need your help."

Understanding what I was trying to convey, he took me off Aayla's and fitted me with a more comfortable carry. With a much quicker pace, primarily thanks to me being dragged along, we rushed to the hanger bay.

Once we were close to our objective, we found out that our path was blocked. A section of the ship filled with crossroads which used to be empty was now crawling with enemy droids, B1's, B2's, those rockety cunts, you name it and they were all here.

With no choice left but to fight or way through we engaged the enemy. Aayla taking point, with me in the centre surrounded by clones, while I couldn't show off my lightsaber moves, I could still use ranged techniques, and that's exactly what I did.

Raising an arm, bright yellow bolts of lightning flew from my fingertips, the stream was much refined compared to how it was before the war kicked off. With that refinement, brought control, and power, highlighted as the electricity curved round my allies and wrecked its way through droid after droid.

As soon as the force judgement started going out of range, the remaining charges of electricity met up once again and latched onto an unlucky droid. Using whatever power it had left, the charge overheated the droid's main processor to the point of explosion, before any of it's compatriots could react the droid blew, taking with the it's entire group.

Using the lighting to cause explosions was my best idea in a while, tried it on other things as well, less mechanical, more biological, and it's messy… doesn't do it enough justice.

With our small group working like a well oiled battle machine, we tore our way through scores of droids and pushed towards the ship waiting to whisk us away. When suddenly coming from another corridor, a B2 was sent crashing through a bunch of B1's, following shortly behind it was the man of the hour, the youngling slayer himself Anakin Skywalker… and Ahsoka and Captain Rex.

There were no words spoken just yet, as we made our final push to the ship, although Ahsoka did give me a nod of recognition, plus a wince at my injuries. Festering skin and scars must not be in fashion nowadays.

With the reinforcements here, we made quick work of the remaining hostels and made a break for the ship. Halfway down the final hallway, a resounding boom echoed through the entire ship, and with sensitive ears I picked up the roar of a blaze heading straight for us.

We were almost in, but the fire was too quick. As it peaked around the corner Anakin spoke for the first time since his arrival "We're not gonna make it!" as pushed everyone one forwards into the ship and at the same time started to close the blast door to protect us.

"Master no!" Ahsoka cried out.

At that moment the world seemed to slow down to a crawl, everything moved at a slugs pace, all except for the colossal fireball heading for Anakin.

Fuck I'm going to regret this.

Channelling the force through my body, I speed up to an insane degree, squeezing through the closing blast doors. I grabbed Anakin's stationary body by the neck and pulled him back into the safe zone.

To everyone else it must've looked like teleportation, sadly if it was, I wouldn't be collapsing to my knees in agony.

The strain of using both force speed and force valor at the same time was too much for my already injured body. Muscles tore, skin was ripped back open and a killer headache ensued.

"Lycan!" I barely heard Aayla shout as she instantaneously appeared next to me. My vision was fuzzy and hearing numbed as I was pulled onto a stretcher on the skip.

I could feel my consciousness beginning to fade as I used the last of my vestige to close up some wounds.

Ah shite, here we go again.

Being on solid ground after that whole fiasco was a godsend. Lying next to me was Aayla, currently looking over all my wound dressing, most of which were slathered in dried blood and smelled like rusting Iron, though they were for the best part healed, it still never stopped Aayla from worrying. Luckily after getting hooked up to the bacta tank on board the ship, I was able to stay conscious and get to work on healing my injuries. Though, to be honest I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I think I've been scarred for life with this mission, too much shite happened in one day. There's an entire list on the amount of times I nearly died today.

First it was being shot by a fucking missiles, then it was narrowly escaping a spontaneously combusting starship. If that's not good enough, after escaping the pilots taking us away were killed, sending us onto an uncalculated hyperspace jump, that had us a midges ball hair off smacking into a star - a fucking star. Then to top it off, the icing on the cake was crash landing onto a random moon orbiting said star.

What a fucking day.

With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I pulled out my fag packet and got to cheefin. Being that skilled at sneakily smoking, Aayla never even noticed till I was a quarter of the way through it.

It was quite cute the way her nose started twitching as she caught a whiff of the smell. What wasn't cute was the wrathful expression that coated her face the second she realised what was going on.

"Really Lycan?! Smoking already! You've already injured your lungs twice today, and you think it's a good idea to be smoking!" She angrily said looking me dead in the eye.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea *Inhale* I just think I deserve one after that shiter of a day. *Exhale*" Ending my string of words with a wheezing cough didn't do much to help my case, it only ended up pissing Aayla off even more.

Visibly shaking in fury, Aayla demanded "Give me. The damn. Cigarette"

I just looked the other way and kept on puffing. Big Mistake.

While I was looking at the clones who were dragged along on this shitty adventure with us, I noticed none of them were catching my eye. Strange, most of the clones love me, they treat me like one of the boys and we get a good laugh when not dismantling battle droids.

In my confusion I nearly never noticed the blue Twi'lek snaking herself around me, edging towards the source of her frustrations. Before she managed to steal my comfort smoke, I took notice of her and tried to roll out the way, which never worked as Aayla latched onto me like a leech to skin.

It devolved into a mixer gender wrestling match, and not the good kind. Normally I could just throw her over my shoulder and be done with it, but having my body ripped apart and healed twice in one day meant I was sore all over. My body being in agony meant that her taps against my skin felt like blaster bolts burning away at the affected area.

My whole body feeling like it was in a blast furnace didn't make it easy to move, never mind use any strength. So the scales were tipped in Aayla's favour.

Not caring about playing fair, I called for reinforcements , "Lucky! Flash! Cameron! Help me out here"

Not wanting to back me up, the clones ignored my pleas, though even if they were thinking about it, having Bly watching them like a hawk helped with their decision. One of the clones that I don't get along with is Bly, I don't hate him or anything and we work together fine, but out of battle he's the most boring cunt on the planet.

He's a complete by the book kind of guy, and doesn't approve of me or the others messing around and drinking ourselves unconscious. Says we should prepare for the next mission and shit like that, a proper damper to the mood. With the wet blanket keeping them in line, I was left on my lonesome against a frisky Twi'lek.

Changing my tactics I shouted as loud as possible "Help! Please! This is sexual assault! Stop looking the other way." With the saddest look my face could pull off I say "and you call yourselves soldiers of the republic."

At the first part I could feel Aayla's body temperature rise a few levels, sadly I wasn't able to see her blushing. The clones still ignored me, fucking bastards. I'll remember this.

All out of options I was left on the floor, feeling violated, defeated and down half a smoke. After Aayla grabbed it she made sure to stamp it out before taking the entire packet and sticking them in her belt pouch.

Still she forgot I always bring extra with me. Reaching into my hidden pocket I pull out… nothing. Damn she knew about that as well, she's getting good.

With the bout finished, Aayla got back to wrapping me in new bandages, I just gave up trying to do anything else and took in the view, the twin peaks dangling in front of my face were a picturesque sight worth beholding.

Soon after the whole fiasco came Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex who were checking through the rubble to see if there was anything salvageable.

Gripping the lightsaber on his belt Anakin said "Are you alright? We heard pained shouts coming from your direction"

I just started laughing as Aayla's skin darkened and she averted her eyes. Saving Aayla from a possibly embarrassing situation was Bly, "The General and the Commander were just speaking about our next steps, they just got a bit… loud while doing it"

"Is that so?" Anakin said, relaxing his grip on his weapon, "What did you come up with? There's nothing worth collecting in the wreckage so we can leave here whenever"

Recovering from her sudden embarrassment, Aayla replies "There's a path going through the tall grass there, if we follow it, it could take us to a settlement."

Happy with the straightforward plan Anakin falls in agreement, "Let's get moving then, shall we"

Calling out to Flash, Aayla ordered "Flash, carry Lycan he's still injured"

"Yes ma'am!" The trooper replied, swiftly coming to my side and wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

As that happened I made sure to put as much weight as possible on the fucker who never backed me up. Being 6'7 and built with pure muscle makes me quite the heavy Zabrak, and Flash here's going to be carrying that weight as punishment for not helping a brother out.

"Thanks for the help Flash" I said with an evil smile.

The group of us trudged our way down the natural dirt pathway through the obnoxiously tall grass that surrounded us. As in me standing on the tips of my toes still couldn't see over the grass kind of tall.

The only other plant we could see was the colossal green and brown trees that towered over everything else in the grasslands. They've got to be a good hundred metres high, at the minimum, looking closely I could make out small oval shaped bulges that mixed themselves in with the tree's foliage.

While small from a distance, those oval looking objects probably held quite the mass.

Our stay on this planet -Maridun, or some shite -  wasn't looking out to be very comfy. We had no clue where to go, bare minimum rations, and to top it off we've got no way of contacting the republic for a pick up.

The only silver lining is that we managed to rummage a survival kit from the wreckage that was filled with tents and pots and shit.

Honestly I've no clue what's inside it.

Dozed off while Bly rhymed off a list of our supplies. It's been a fucking while since I last had a non-drug induced sleep, which might I add, doesn't actually register as sleep. Add on all of the physical strain I put myself through and the tiredness really adds up.

So currently I was fucking shattered.

Once the adrenaline wears off your body just wants to slip into sleep mode. Especially if it's been pieced together multiple times in twenty four hours. The further we walked the more groggy my movements were getting.

It felt horrible.

"You've seen better days." Ahsoka said as she walked next to me.

Lazily turning my head to look at her, I managed to reply "Really? I always thought I was quite handsome. Top zero point one percent in the galaxy at least."

Though I uttered that, I had the feeling that I just might terrify the locals if they saw me right now. Tattooed all over and eyes redder than a Shaak Ti's fanny, these miniature monkeys are in for the fright of their life.

"You know what I'm talking about'' Ahsoka said, letting a hint of displeasure slip into her tone. With a conflicted look her eyes glided over the multiple discoloured scars that coated my arms, pausing for a moment longer at the fresh one's I recently patched up.

Force healing man. Best Idea I've ever had.

One hundred percent I'd be dead if I hadn't learned it, or at the very least I'd have a few mechanical organs churning away inside me.

Blows my mind why more of them don't learn it. Fair do's if you don't have a knack for it, but there's no excuse if you're able to do it and still choose to not.

Fucking Jedi man. Abstinent bastards.

Mulling on that thought my eyes were drawn to Anakin, someone who should get on the force healing wave.

Thinking about it there shouldn't be a problem for him to learn force healing. Never mind that, he should theoretically be able to do whatever he wants with the force, being force Jesus 'n' all that.

Or I could be talking shite, no idea what the force must be like for him.

Shrugging noncommittally I reply, "I'm fine, force healing safes my ass way too much for my own good." Absentmindedly rubbing the smooth scar tissue, "Honestly I'm more surprised that you've not got any yet. For me it feels like a new one pops up every other day."

Ahsoka's choice of clothing leaves little to the imagination, a tight brown tube top that covered her budding breasts was the only thing she wore on her upper body.

Thanks to that it was easy to tell the clone wars conflict hasn't given her any permanent damage…yet.

Snorting, "You're not the only one surprised. You should hear some of the plans my Master comes up with." By the time she finished saying her piece it looked like she was getting the second hand shivers from memories.

From behind her a calloused hand clapped one of her Ahsoka's shoulders, "They all worked though didn't they?" Anakin states with a reassuring smile.

Looking at him I wasn't sure if he was saying that jokingly or was genuinely proud of his not so well thought out stratagems.

Nope, he's definitely proud of them.

Before Ahsoka could say anything in retort, Aayla alerted us to something on the horizon, "Is that a village?" she questioned.

Pulling out his macrobinoculars, Lucky was the one to confirm Aayla's query. "Yep, village ahead. Maybe forty-fifty inhabitants if I had to guess." he told everyone.

"Think they'll have anything that'll help us contact the republic?" Ahsoka asked.

Clipping the macrobinoculars back onto his belt, Lucky replied "Doubt it. They're living in straw huts, never seen anything more technologically advanced than a hoe either."

Sighing in exasperation, Ahsoka turns to her master, seemingly looking for instruction on what to do next.

Catching his apprentice's gaze, Anakin leaves the decision to Aayla, the highest ranking member of the group.

"Let's go. Even if they've not got anything that can help up on hand, we can still gather information from them. Maybe they could point us to someone who has what we need." Aayla decided.

Finally I might get a break from all this walking.

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I'm not even sure you can call this a village, it's more or less just a loose collection of houses - if you can call these oval looking things houses.

Lucky gave us false info, what he saw weren't straw huts, but hollowed out nuts. The same ones that I saw growing on the massive trees, and I was right about their size as well. On average they're about double my height.

Not much width to them though. No chance I'll be sleeping inside them any time soon.

As we plodded into the village, the planet's native species - Lurmen - eyed us warily. Tens of small lemur-like bodies poked out from all kinds of different places to get a look at us.

I could hear the quiet murmuring of the Lurmen as what looked to be the leader, slowly sauntered towards us.

Compared to the other Lurmen, this one looked a lot more weathered with most of the hairs on his body a chalk white. The walking stick he held didn't make him look any younger either, neither did the hunchback or limp.

Close enough that he would have to strain his voice, the elderly Lurmen asked "What have you come here for?"

Is that an Irish accent?

I'm not hearing things am I?

That's definitely an Irish accent, or has it just been so long that I've forgotten what an Irish cunt sounds like.

Either way hearing it come from a lurmen felt weird to say the least.

With the Village Head here, Aayla introduced us, "We're peacekeepers, we are Jedi from the Galactic Republic. Our ship crashed a few miles away, and our communications were lost in the crash. We would be grateful for any assistance you can give us."

Not doing anything to hide his displeasure, with a disgruntled expression the Village Head responds, "Violence breeds violence. The Jedi are no peacekeepers." Glancing our lightsabers and the weapons the clones held as he spoke.

He did hit the nail of the head with his words though.

Any party that has itself involved in a war can't proclaim themselves as peacekeepers, doubly so if the conflict is taking place on a galaxy wide scale. Calling yourself a peacekeeper while leading legions of people into battle just makes you a hypocrite.

The entire Jedi Order is a mess right now. It was already going in the wrong direction before the clone wars started, but the mass exposure to violence has done nothing but speed the process up.

Jedi's mindsets have changed, no longer are they trying to put a peaceful end to the war. All they're doing is fanning the flames by sending their people out to different battlefronts across the galaxy.

It's like they've all got a one track mind. Thinking that the Confederacy of Independent Systems is bad and the Republic is just dealing out justice. They've managed to delude themselves into imagining what they're doing is good.

If they took a step back they'd see how far they've fallen from their title as peacekeepers.

Not that I'm saying there aren't any evil bastards in the Confederacy - there's plenty - but it's not like the Republic's any better.

That's just the pot calling the kettle black.

Clearly having something to say on the topic Anakin proclaimed, "We're fighting for freedom"

I'm not really one for a clash of ideal, so while everyone was occupied with the Village Chief I stood on the sidelines and sparked up a fag. In the process noting that the packet was nearly finished.

"And freedom and peace require fear and death?" The Elderly Lurmen shot back, "We colonized this system to find solace from your wretched war. We came here to find peace."

Taking on an even more severe expression that I thought was possible for his simian-esque face, he firmy said, "You must leave. You will only destroy what small amount of peace is left in the galaxy… You will only bring the destruction of us."

"Regardless of our part in the clone wars, we still need your help so we can leave. So you can continue to live here in peace." Aayla said.

"I am afraid I must do what's best for my people, we cannot help you. For then, we would be taking a side in the conflict, no matter how minor our aid might be." He told them, his stance on the matter not eased in the slightest.

"Please. Could you at least give us a hint? Anything?" Ahsoka said attempting to bargain.

"Afraid not my dealer child." His gaze softened ever so slightly at the young togruta, maybe feeling something along the lines of sympathy for the young padawan from being thrust into war at such an age.

Where's my sympathetic gaze? I'm younger than her. Eh, the verdicts are still out on that one.

Deciding to speed the process up I tell the Village Chief, "If staying neutral's what you're worried about, you're better off just giving us a hand. I mean wouldn't you wouldn't want the confederacy rocking up to your doorstep and finding out that your village has been conversing with the republic."

Taking a moment for an inhale to bind dramatic tension, "Who knows maybe they'll jump to conclusions and think that the lurmen are planning to join the republic? After all, those droids aren't the smartest things about."

Ignoring the conflicted look I was getting from Aayla, and the neutral and surprised ones from Ahsoka and Anakin. I continued to stare down the elderly lurman, and maybe, just maybe using the force to mess with his thought process.

Manipulating his chain of thought so he continuously dwelled over the negatives from choosing not to help us. Eventually the constant downward spiral leads to fear, fear of the repercussions himself and his village would face, should he choose to ignore our plea for help.

If you looked in the jedi archives, well probably not the normal one, but the archives that are  only accessible to Jedi Masters. There's a high chance that what I'm currently using the force to do, is classed under the category of Force Fear, a dark side technique.

One that doesn't actually require the dark side to use, it's just classed as such since the Jedi scream hearsay at anything that invokes negative emotions.

In reality it should be put in the same boat as Mind Tricks and such. The Jedi are just too pussy to call it how it is.

After a noticeable silence, the village head replied in an alarmed manner, "I can't refuse a plea for help, can I?"

That's more like it. There's a high possibility that I'll get an earful from Aayla for doing this, but honestly I just don't care.

The sun's going down, and all I want right now is some food, a drink and a fucking sleep. A few fags as well.

With all but Aayla happy with the development, they listened in as the village elder regained some semblance of calm, "We can tell you about the location of other wreckage, but a jedi must stay as insurance. We can't have you running off to tell the republic about us and have them bring a legion of clones to occupy our planet."

A bit cautious, but whatever lets him sleep at night. Not like there's any value in occupying a neutral planet filled with fuckall but grass and lurmen.

Either way, it works out for me.

"I'll stay with them." I declared, probably too enthusiastically, and shooting my hand up for extra emphasis.

"Then it's decided, the rest of you follow me to my house and we'll tell you what we know. Wang Too, take him to a free house." He said, turning around and hobbling towards the centre of the village.

Another lurmen, one much younger than the Chief, split off from the group to get to me. He shared a vague resemblance to the elder, but it could just be me making things up, they all look pretty similar in my eyes.

"Please, follow me." beckoned Wang Too.

Nice. Peace and quiet at last, and no one to complain about me hot boxing the room.

"Wait! I'd prefer to stay with Lycan." Aayla decided before they left with the Chief and the rest of the lurmen.

I take it back, a bit of alone time with Aayla can never go wrong.

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"He's been injured multiple times recently. I'd like to perform a checkup to make sure there are no underlying problems." Aayla stated.

Nodding, "I don't see a problem with that. In fact my son Wang Too, is the village healer. I'm sure he would be happy to help you with that." The Chief replies, gesturing at the lurmen at my side.

His son, eh. Guess that's why they look similar, even for lurmen standards.

But fuck that man, I was getting all excited for Aayla's checkup, and now you're telling me that the hairy little lurmen is going to be the one doing it.

My disappointment is immeasurable, and my night is ruined.

"That would be great." Aayla respectfully accepted the help.

Turning to the other two Jedi, she asked, "Are you fine with this arrangement? If not, we can leave together after I'm finished with him."

Glancing at Ahsoka, probing for an opinion, which he quickly got in the form of a shrug, Anakin responded, "I'm sure me and snips can handle it." Giving his Padawan a nudge on the shoulder for good measure.

"Yeah, we've got it covered. Just make sure the big guy's alright for me." Ahsoka said, jabbing her thumb in my direction, then sticking her tongue out at me when no one was looking.

"I'm grateful for your understanding." Aayla replied.

"Don't worry about it. I already owe Lycan one for saving me back when we were escaping the ship." Anakin said, giving a thankful nod and smile in my direction.

Little things like that make you wonder how a genuinely nice guy like Anakin became a monster. The Jedi order probably being the main culprit in the creation of Vader for not helping Anakin with the many chips on his shoulder.

What he really needs is a therapist, and some friends he can confide in. Bottling everything up and waiting for it to burst won't help anyone, not Anakin, nor the Younglings.

Especially the younglings.

Maybe I should invite him to the bar and get him properly shitfaced. Then me and Wires can watch on from behind the bar as he spills his heart out, while he comes down with a severe case of the booze blues.

That's a plan more solid that a durasteel block.

Turning to address Bly and Co. Aayla orders "You will all temporarily go under General Skywalker's command, make sure to help him to the best of your abilities." Singling in on the Medic of the team, "Cameron leave me one of the medpacks before you leave."

"Of course General." He promptly responded, saluting along with the rest of the clones.

After that the majority of people left for wherever the Chief is taking them, leaving me and Aayla with Wang Too, the guide/healer.

"Come this way, there is a place not far from here." he said.

Keeping up with the lumens' brisk pace, we arrived at one of the tall nut houses within the  minute.

Staring at the minuscule door, I wondered out loud, "How the hell am I supposed to fit through that?" Using dramatic gestures to emphasise the dog flap I was supposed to squeeze through.

Before the lurmen could think himself into a knot, Aayla told me, "Don't fight it"

Not knowing what I was supposed to be fighting, I was taken by surprise when I felt the force surround my body, in an attempt to pick me up. Dispelling the protective force barrier around me, I let the force touch me and carry me through the air.

Aayla moved her fingers like a master puppeteer pulling my strings with the force, all the while I dumbly spun around as if I were in zero gravity.

"I don't think I'm going to make it" I said as the ground and edges of the door came dangerously close to the tender scar tissue.

My worries were unfounded though, as Aayla's masterful control over the force safely passed me through the narrow space completely unharmed.

It was only after I watched her crawl inside after me did I realise the show I just missed.

Lamenting the unjust nature of life, Wang Too and Aayla began my checkup. With them poking a prodding all over my body, it felt like I was some kind of experimental subject, doubly so when the lurmen healer started putting weird plant paste over my scar tissue.

Apparently it makes the skin regrow faster. I just shrugged and decided to wait and see if the paste works or if the little monkey's taking out his arse.

After they finished the checkup, I was cleared. Everything was in order, no bones out of place or organs missing. All I was prescribed was a good rest to let the medicine do its job, and I was told to stay off the drink as well.

Wang Too left, and Aayla instantly began enforcing the no drink policy.

Or as I realised when I reached for my flask, she was already enforcing the policy the second she squeezed me through that door. Must've slipped it out with the force during the process.

Too bad she never thought about checking my other pockets.

"It's a good thing I always bring a back up." I replied by taking a flask from my robes inner pocket.

No doubt resisting the urge to force choke me for my antics, Aayla brusquely snapped, "Where do you even pull these from."

Flicking open the lid, I answered cryptically with all the grandeur of a master alcoholic, "A magician never reveals their secrets"

Downing a quick swig, I give her some solid advice, "But for beginners such as yourself, keeping a backup, backup should suffice for most situations."

Man, Rael would be proud of my preparations.

I wonder how he's doing anyway. The guy kind of fell off the grid since the war started, only caught him a couple times since it kicked off.

Pulling the backup, backup flask from my grasp, Aayla yells "I am not an alcoholic!"

"Those two flasks are telling me a different story though" I said while eyeing the alcoholic beverages in her hands.

Somehow, this seemed to enrage her further.

After an uncomfortable night's rest on the floor since the Lurmen sized bed was too small for my stature. I woke up, in surprisingly little pain.

That medicine definitely did its job, it even has me smelling like flowers.

If the clones were actually paid, I'd ask for the recipe and start punting it through the entire GAR. Have the clones smelling so nice the enemy won't even want to fight them.

I took a cursory glance round the tent to find that I was the only one still here, Aayla must've got up early to welcome back Anakin and Ahsoka. Realising that I felt a good few flask light than normal, in alarm patted myself down only to find that my entire supply of alcohol was missing.

"Bastard! She must've taken them while I was sleeping" I spat.

I knew the jedi were going down hill but this is a new low even for them. Stealing! Have the protectors of the galaxy devolved into common thieves!

Who would've thought that they stoop so low, that they'd even steal from one of their own. No matter how improper it is to be drinking on the job.

I thought I taught Aayla better.

Annoyed and Ultra sober, I left the tent. Shielding my eyes from the morning sun that infuriated my alcohol cleansed system. How was I supposed to make it through the day at this rate?

Looking around the village, I noticed that everything was unusually messy compared to last night. Yesterday when we found this place everything was in pristine condition, but now the paths are littered with randomly placed Lurmen utensils.

Is that a fucking Luremn on the roof?

Training my eyes onto one of the sloped roofs, I gawked at the passed out Lurmen who was lying in what must have been an exceedingly uncomfortable position. I mean the guys spine's literally in an upside down 'V'.

Someone's going to be in agony when they wake up.

Letting the force channel through me, I allowed me to sense the location of the other Jedi. Them, along with the clones were all sitting around a rock on the outskirts of the village, probably waiting for me to wake up.

As useful as the whole force Gps thing was, I found it tremendously creepy at times, because if you don't go out of your way to cloak yourself from other Jedi. They can genuinely sense you from nearly anywhere in the galaxy.

It's so bad that even when I don't intentionally try to sense the other jedi, I still get this weird feeling in the back of my mind that tells me they're all alive and well. It's as if we're all connected in this massive force spiderweb that lets everyone sense your status.

That's why I tend to cloak myself whenever I'm out and about in Coruscant.

Can't have wee Yoda peeking at me going to town on some hot burd I met at the bar.

On my way out of the village, I mulled over what the fuck happened while I was sleeping. The entire village looks like a house the day after a mad party.

Skywalker and Aayla were locked in conversation so the first to notice my arrival was Ahsoka who promptly sprang up from her seated position to taunt me at her earliest convenience.

"Look who finally decided to show up" The adolescent Torgruta gibed, pushing a fist out in my direction.

"Come back with that attitude after you've been blown up. We'll see if you can walk about the next day." I remarked, fulfilling her wish for a fistbump in the process.

Laughing it off, Ahsoka replies, "Keep dreaming. I'm too good to be caught out like that."

"If you're so good, why'd you trigger that tripwire on Christophsis?" Interjected Anakin, finished talking to Aayla, he adds, "Or what about the time you and Master Luminara let Gunray escape?"

While Anakin humbled Ahsoka, I straight up asked Aayla what she did with my flasks since she clearly never had them in person. Those skin tight clothes weren't hiding anything, neither her curves nor my flasks.

"Your flasks? I gave them to the Lurmen for safe keeping." She stated, before her lips curled into a mischievous smirk, "Though I'm not sure how well they looked after them"

The scenes of the messed up Lurmen village flashed through my head as I pieced in the missing parts of the puzzle.

"Seriously! They drank that." I exclaimed, honestly shocked that the small creatures stomached that, "Half of them won't wake up today. The stuff in those flasks were a midgets ball hair off pure ethanol, there's now way their tiny bodies could handle that."

Nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders Aayla told me, "I wouldn't worry too much, Lurmen's livers have one of the best filtration systems in the galaxy. If I never knew any better, I'd say they could give you a run for your money."

Well, well, well, colour me impressed. Clearly some kind of multiversal shenanigans have given these irish accented monkeys, the high alcohol tolerance of the singing pricks back on earth.

"Eh, it could've been used in a worse way." Walking away from Aayla and towards the hills I said, "Guess I better get to distilling the local flora then."

Yanking me back into place, Aayla says "You're not going anywhere. We've got some bad news, the Seperatist are stationed on this planet."

Escaping for Skywalker's lecture, Ahsoka was eager to get me up to speed, "They've got a whole outpost a few miles from here. Their defences are tight, looks like they're protecting some new tank."

Adding on to his Padawans statement, "It's huge, bigger than anything they've used till now. Looks like it's using a new kind of ammunition as well."

While he spoke Lucky handed me a holodisc that projected an image of the Seperatist compound. Zooming in on the tank, its bulky image jogs my memory and I remember what we were up against.

It was from an episode of the clone wars, I can't remember the name of it but I do remember what it does. The real problem isn't the tank, but the ammunition it uses, if he recalls correctly it's some kind of anti-life weapon that only burns living targets.

An incredible weapon if your entire army is made of droids. Not so incredible for the republic though.

But the good news is that this is the only one in service. So by destroying it and apprehending Nemodian running the operation we'll have saved millions of clones from a painful fire induced death.

Suddenly an image blurred through my mind. The massive separatist tank was charging through the tall grassy plains, ahead of it were several companies of B-1 battle droids. The angle of the vision changed, turning and allowing me to see the Lurmen Village directly in the Seperatist's path.

While I shook my head and regained my bearings, Aayla explained, "We'll attack the base come nightfall. Should the attack be successful, we can use the long range communicators to contact the Republic for an extraction."

"I don't think we'll need to go anywhere. They're coming to us."

"They're what!?" Everyone shouted in unison, save Bly whose eyes widened an imperceptible amount.

"You heard me" I stated while rubbing my temples, suddenly wishing the Lurmen left some booze for me, "I just had a vision. That big ass tank's heading over to the village, along with an escort of droids. Three-maybe five hundred in total."

"Are you sure?" Aayla asked.

"Damn sure. Unless the force is just fucking with me. In Fact…" I said while glancing between the clones, "...Lucky let me borrow these for a second."

Pulling the binoculars off his utility belt, I held them tight before bending my legs and performing a giant force aided leap straight into the air. Reaching the apex at about twenty metres, I quickly put the binoculars to work and took a brief look around.

Managing to catch sight of several moving objects, I jumped back up to make sure it was the separatists. With confirmation that it was them, I gave everyone the bad news.

"About five klicks out in that direction" I said, pointing to the slightly hilly plains to the north, "We've got about half an hour before they're in firing distance. So… anyone got any ideas?"

The group quickly began to come up with a survival plan, while increasingly more incredulous idea's were being given by Anakin, Aayla reminded everyone about something they overlooked till now.

"We need to wake the Lurmen up and get them out of here." She said, reminding everyone here that at least half the village is comatose.

"I'll handle it" I told her. Bringing my finger's up to the corners of my mouth, I let loose a disturbingly loud whistle that clattered off the sleeping Lurmen's eardrums.

What followed was a symphony of grunts and cusses, the Lurmen clearly weren't happy with being woken up so early after a night of heavy drinking, but survival sadly takes priority over nursing a hangover.

Rounding the grumpy Lurmen up, I told them their current predicament, "Listen up ya thieving bastards. The Separatist are on their way over here right now, and if you don't make a decision on what you're going to do very soon, you who be able to make a decision at all."

"So, are you going to run away and hide, or stay here and help up fight them?"

There was a brief period of silence as my words sank in, but breaking it was none other than the village elder, "What menace have you brought upon our village now Jedi?"

"Father, you can't blame them." Want Too contended, seeming fed up with his father's neutrality.

Pitching in, Anakin states, "He's right. The separatists don't know we're here, and if they're rushing over here with a battalion of droids, I doubt that they will come in peace."

Staying stubborn,the elder argues, "Your presence here endangers us. Leave before they arrive and we may still be able to enter talks with them."

This cunt's got a few screws loose. I can't claim to know what he's been through that made him his way, but can't he see that nothing they have is worth anything in the Separatists eyes.

How can you talk them out of whatever they're about to do, if you don't have anything to appease them?

Following in her Master's footsteps, Ahsoka refuted, "But they won't listen and you'll have no way to defend yourself. You'll need our help to fight back!"

"We won't fight at all." The elder stalwartly stated, "We would rather die than to kill others"

His word drew mixed reactions out of the other Lurmen, before our very eyes, two factions were forming. You had the pacifists that wanted to do anything else but fight, that was mostly made up of the older members of the tribe, from what I could gleam, most of them would've rather left the village than try to bargain with the Separatists, but never voiced it since the elder had already made his mind up.

Rallying behind Wang Too were those who wanted to aid us in defending the village against the Separatists. Those who followed Wang Too were mostly of the younger generation, who didn't want to risk losing the village they grew up in without a fight.

"You do realise that droids aren't alive" I said, pointing out a flaw in the elders argument, but it was easily ignored in favour of Ahsoka's passionate rambling.

"But how could you-" In the middle of another speech, Ahsoka was cut off by Aayla.

"Ahsoka, stop. If they want to remain neutral, we won't force them into war." She told the Padawan before shifting her gaze to the elder, "See to it that you're people temporarily leave the Village. I know the Separatists, and I can guarantee that their arrival won't end with a talk, all I'm asking you to do is to vacate the area so that we can handle this."

"We can't let you do this yourselves!" Turning to the elder, Wang Too passionately says, "Father even if we don't fight the Separatists, we must defend ourselves!"

Showing anger for the first time since we arrived the elder attested, "Mounting a defence is still engaging in battle! If we sacrifice our beliefs, we're no better than they are! Our philosophy has helped us survive for generations, why should we change it now!"

"Because times have changed! There's a war going on in the galaxy, how can we hope to live peacefully if we aren't willing to defend that peace! What will happen after we abandon this planet, will you continue to run away every time trouble finds us?"

On an entirely different note. Captain Rex and Flash just arrived and told the generals, "The shield generator is ready sir/ma'am."

Quality, they must've brought it back from the ship wreckage. At least we won't be blown to smithereens by artillery fire now, nor will the Lurmen Village get torn asunder from the battle.

While walking away from the village with several other Lurmen, the Elder shouted, "You can still come with us! It's not too late Wang Too."

Aw aye, I might have used a mind trick of subtly convince the elder to fuck off. Can't be arsed putting up with his peace rants while I'm chopping fuck out of battle droids.

With a complicated look in his eyes, Wang Too shook his head, turning away from his father. Bringing the Lurmen that decide to say over to us, he asked, "Please Jedi, give us something to do. We can't just stand by and watch while you risk your lives for us."

Nodding his head, Anakin called out to his second in command, "Rex, you came up with the plan. Have you got anything for them to do?"

Stroking his chin, Rex said, "I do, but you might not like it. It involves using the empty houses as a protective perimeter."

"Don't worry about them. What's a few houses compared to our entire village." Wang Too assured the clone trooper.

"Good, with that kind of attitude you'll make it through this no problem." Grabbing a stick of the ground, Rex began sketching out where he wants the makeshift barriers to go, as well as a few traps that the Lurmen could use to stall battle droids.

While the Lurmen got to work on fortifying the village, I asked Bly if there was any scrap metal lying about inside, or nearby the village. I had something I wanted to test out, but I'll need to make something to try it.

"No sir, the Lurmen don't have any metal's stored in their village, and the closest crash site is miles away." Bly concluded, putting an end to my idea before it even started.

"Bastard" I spat, before getting blinded by the glare coming off my body armour's wrist guard, "Ah ha! It's all good Bly, don't worry about it. Tell the general that I'm doing something important in case she thinks him slacking off."

"Why don't you tell me right now." A pleasant accented voice said from behind me.

"That I will" I responded, pivoting around to face my outrageously hot master, "Basically I have a method that should be able to take out the huge tank that's on its way over, but I'll need to make something to help do it."

"And that's why you need the metal?" She probed.

"Yep, going to use my armour for it, there should be enough durasteel if you total it all." I responded.

"Be honest with me, what's the chances of it working?" Aayla questioned.

"A solid ninety percent, if worst comes to worst we'll just follow Rex's plan. There's not much risk if something goes wrong." I answered, keeping to myself that there's a massive probability that I'll be taken out of commission if I do it wrong.

Satisfied, Aayla nodded, "Well, get to it then. I'll tell the others about it."

Walking away, she left me myself to unequip my armour and throw it into a pile on the ground. Once I had finished removing everything apart from Jango Fett's mandalorian wrist guard, I grasped the pile of durasteel with the force and made it levitate at eye level.

Igniting my lightsaber, using the heat from the blade, I began to melt the armour down to its malleable liquid form. As the durasteel turned into a bright mess of molten metal, I used the force to hold it in the air and shape it to my will.

The scalding hot liquid was quickly shaped into a long cylinder that slightly resembled a rocket, then I started to rapidly spin it, until the durasteel cooled down enough.

When it had reached a lower temperature, I fine tuned the design adding a coned nose and a few fins at its rear end, giving the missile-like block of durasteel its final shape.

Happy with it's design, I lugged it over my shoulder and lifted it over to the the makeshift wall everyone was making

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"They're here!" Ahsoka shouted from her vantage point on top of the wall.

With Ahsoka's early warning, Jedi, clones and Lurmen all poked their head over the seed wall to glance at the Separatist convoy. Even at a distance, we could still clearly make out the shape of the colossal tank that menacingly hovered towards us.

The holograms never did this beast justice, the tank was like a moving mountain, and its huge barrel seemed as if it would pierce the sky if it were any bigger.

Not as noticeable as the tank, were the small specks of dark grey and cream dotted around just ahead to the behemoth. Companies of B1's and B2's were marching in large square formation, their steps were all synchronised, sending dull booming sounds across the plains that slowly got louder, and louder.

Having never seen anything quite like it in their lives, the Lurmen that stayed behind were filled with nervous tension that only seemed to get worse the closer the droid's got. Though holding them in place was a fiercely resolute determination that prompted them to hold their ground.

I sensed nervousness permeating from Aayla that she seemed to release by chewing her bottom lip, as she asked, "When are you going to do the 'thing'?"

"Wait for them to fire whatever's in that canon, I'll need peace of mind before trying this or I might just fuck up." I responded, holding the metallic pike up to my eyes, preemptively adjusting my for when I let it rip.

Before Aayla could reply to my words, the thunderous noise of screeching metal resounded in everyone's eardrums, prompting many to try and block out the noise by cupping their ears.

The cause of the ear-splitting grinding was the huge Separatist tank raising its mammoth canon to the skies, preparing to blast us all to oblivion. It slowly picked out the correct angle for firing and started to build up charge.

Just before the tank's charge could build up to critical levels, I heard Anakin shout an order to one of the clones, "Now! Turn the shield generator on!"

Due to the clones keeping the generator's engines warm, a white pillar of energy shot from the oddly shaped device near instantly. Once it reached a certain height the white pillar fell to the sides forming a blue dome of energy that would - hopefully - protect us.

As the edges of the shield's curtain touched the ground, the tank's weapon fired a large, obscurely shaped projectile that slammed to the ground a few tens of metres away from the shields.

From the impact crater spewed a veritable sea of ravenous flame that quickly scorched across the long grass filled plains, stopping at nothing but the inanimate shimmering shields, which stood completely out of place in the blackened fields.

The Lurmen were horrified at the devastation wrought by the Separatist weapons, silently clenching their fists, they prayed that the group that left made it far enough away to avoid the all-engulfing fire.

"Lycan." My master called me, urging me to start. She had the same worries as the lurmen but kept them hidden behind a stoic mask so as to not demoralise our new allies.

Flicking my neck to each side letting the build up tension disappear in the form of two pops, I say, "Guess it's now or never then." Stepping up to the peak of the wall, I let the force carry the durasteel projectile into position.

With the rod floating in place in front of my face, luminous yellow lightning began to crackle on my palms, "Drop the shield when I give the signal." I told my allies.

The Lightning intensified, cackling wildly as it was applied to the durasteel, but that was just the start. Pushing even harder, the streaks of electricity grew to the size of my forearms as the magnetic imbalance created from the technique threatened to send the durasteel flying.

Multitasking I forced the rod to stay in place as the pressure continued to build. Wild arcs of lightning began to slip from my control, charring the ground around me and a few even coming close to the lurmen but Anakin and Aayla used their lightsabers to block for them.

Feeling my grip on the durasteel about to slip, I balled at the shield generator cunts, "Now!"

Thankfully they heard, and the blue curtain began receding, giving me the room necessary to let it fly.

And fly it did.

With a grand gong, the sloppily made rail gun ammunition launched off at ridiculous speeds, fully intent of decimating the Separatist battalion.

Upon release, the magnetic field created from the Force Judgement forced the rail gun projectile to blast away at perverse speeds. In the process causing a loud sonic boom at point blank range that shattered my eardrum and made my internal organ tremble.

The blood spurting from my ears signified the sudden deafening of the world around me and my vision started to go blurry. Both of these symptoms were accompanied by a sudden bout of dizziness, compelling me to fall on my tattooed arse and nearly fall head first off the wall.

Luckily I just managed to change the direction of my fall - which ended with me tripping to the side and getting a ninety degrees tilted view of the devastation my force rail gun just caused.

The previously mighty Separatist land force was reduced to rubble with barely a few stragglers still marching towards the village. The survivors had a - in my humble opinion - a picturesque backdrop, that consisted of thick black smoke and flaming mechanical parts that further accentuated the damage done.

It was beautiful. A truly magnificent display of the destruction someone competent in the force can cause, and I was damn chuffed that said person was me.

Patting my own back could only last so long though, as having both of my eardrums burst at the same time cranked my nausea up to max level caused me to lurch and dry heave as I attempted to rise to my feet.

While I used the force to restore balance to my body, I silently thanked Aayla for keeping me away from the booze. I don't think I could've held back from spewing if I had some, and nothing ruins a badass scene more than vomit.

Luckily the damage I sustained was healed up quickly, because while the effects were annoying and immediate, the injuries themselves weren't particularly bad.

Now back to full fitness, I rose to my feet, ignited my purple saberstaff and charged ahead to scrounge for some- destroy the rest of the hostile combatants.

It was only when I was halfway there I realised that I was the only one attacking…

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{Anakin POV}

I'll admit, I was on the fence about going along with General Secura's padawans idea, but having saved me from a nasty injury yesterday, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

It wasn't just General Secura's faith in her abnormally-large-for-his-species padawan, nor my own at times reckless protege's chatter about her giant horned friend that brought me to my decision. It was my own personal views on teaching that allowed me to take a backseat for once.

As much as I… respect? The traditional teachings of the Jedi, I'm of the small group that think that practical experience is what truly makes a great warrior.

Especially experiences like these where you're forced against a wall and have to get outside of your comfort zone to achieve victory. No matter how nonsensical an idea it is, if you manage to bypass the hurdle you always come out stronger in the end.

Momentarily, I debated asking for Ahsoka's opinion on how we should proceed, but discarded it a moment later. As skilled as young Snips was, she still has a long way to go before she can stand by herself on her own two feet. Giving her something like this is too much, too soon, and could cripple her futures if handled incorrectly…

I confess, I was precarious if Lycan's 'idea' could've made a difference but when the droid battalion appeared and I saw the devastation their weapon wrought, my doubts were cleared.

Thankfully, this was one of the rare times my instincts were pleasantly wrong. Lycan's force technique really went over and above what was expected of him, there wasn't even a need to defend the village anymore.

There were no attackers left after the force aided...railgun?

Maybe I should ask Obi-wan if he knows anyone that would be willing to teach me this lightning technique.

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{Ahsoka POV}

"Master. Pinch me." I half jokingly said, only to yelp in pain when he really did it.

Rubbing the assaulted patch of skin on my upper arm, I took a second look at the metallic mess that was the Separatist ground force, and thought how Lycan was able to pull off such a feat.

It was a jaw dropping experience. I've not even seen Master do anything close to it with the force, and honestly I'm not sure if I want to.

For all its glory, that kind of strength scares me.

Using the force to cause such destruction was a perversion of the orders teachings, even so, when it comes to battles I couldn't help but think the order was wrong. As none of their pacifist teachings have helped me during my time as a commander of the 501st.

Lycan, though, has never seemed to care about what the council, or anyone for that matter, thinks. He's always been a bit of a deviant ever since she could remember, it's like the philosophies went in one ear and out the other with him.

It's strange, sometimes he'll sit down and act as wise as Master Plo, then two seconds later he'd be leering at the older - female - Jedi with a questionable intent and cussing at Knox, putting shame to everything the order stands for.

But there has to be a method to his madness if this is the kind of power he's wielding.

So far my thoughts on the matter were staggeringly contradictory, I'll need to request guidance from Master when we return.

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{Aayla Pov}

I could sense darkness in Lycan.

More than myself, Master Vos and even Master Windu. It's like he's walking on a tightrope of equilibrium between the dark side and the light.

I knew it when I was first assigned as his Master, everything he does, everything that makes him-him, is in direct opposition to what the Council would call a model Jedi. But this war has skewed that balance, it's taken a toll on him, as it has for all of us.

It's made him more violent, more volatile, and despite my assurance that I've got him under control, it's made him a cause for worry in the council's ranks.

Though me and many others who know him have managed to keep them off his back for now, even Master Windu couldn't sway the decision of the other Masters any longer.

The spectacular display of power he gas just gave everyone will only further fan the flames threatening to swallow him whole.

There's no putting it off any longer. Once we return to Coruscant, Lycan will be faced with fate defining crossroads, and the outcome all depends on the decisions he makes.

But no matter how it turns out in the end, I'll be there to support him.

As much as it goes against the core principles of the Jedi, my heart can help but ache knowing our time as Master and Padawan would soon be coming to its end.

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After showcasing my supreme, giga-chad, big dick energy by eviscerating the Separatist ground force with a force railgun. I was greeted with cheers upon my return to the lurmen village, the little hairy fuckers were in awe as I swaggered past them like a proper hardman on level 1313 of Coruscant.

A good few collapsed to the ground with tears welling in their eyes, poor bastards. They must've been terrified and the thought of fighting for the first time in their lives, and now they're in the clear all of their built of stress gushed from their small bodies in a variety of different ways.

Or maybe they just collapsed in reverie from the sheer awesomeness of my display.

Truly one of the greatest things I've ever done.

"Lycan! What the heck was that!?" Skywalker's young protege excitedly asked, her eyes twinkling with youthful curiosity as she gazed up at me.

"Just the physical manifestation of my epicness." I nonchalantly replied.

Ahsoka's lips twitched in a mix of annoyance and amusement before urging, "You've got to teach me how to do that. Come on, pretty please!" Hitting me with puppy dog eyes that would've no doubt convinced the many pedophiles in the galaxy.

But I was no pedo. Nor did I plan to teach anyone else how to turn themselves into a one man artillery unit.

"Not a chance. You'd end up ripping yourself apart trying that." Forcefully tensing my large, muscular biceps that positively popped with power, I continued, "You'd need muscles like this kiddo before trying want I just done."

Now that I started to cleanse my body from the enhancements granted by the force, I really began to feel the aftershock of using that last attack. Tremors travelled through my bones, causing my entire body to feel shaky and weak.

Suddenly, out of nowhere someone lightly pinched my arm sending a sharp pain shooting through its entire length. Barely holding back a yelp, I turned to catch a view of the sexy blue perpetrator.

"Less flexing, more healing. Wang Too just fixed you up this morning and you've already managed to hurt yourself again." Aayla said in a mix of worry and exasperation.

Doing just that, I say to Ahsoka, "Is your master as demanding as mine? I swear padawans are just the gopher's of the order."

"Even worse." The young togruta sighed, "Master Skywalker's, that kind of person that would teach you how to swim by throwing you into the deep end. Plus none of us can heal, so there's none of that happening unless there's a bacta tank nearby.

Fuck that noise man, a wouldn't have the balls to follow half of Anakin's suicide plans. The clones under him must have a screw loose for going along with them, in fact scratch that, those clones have to be certifiably mad.

"Sounds like a great time." I lied.

Inspecting my body for any lingering effects from using the rail-gun, Aayla told us, "Once you're ready, we'll head to the Separatist outpost and either take a ship or use the radio to call in a pickup."

Shite, I totally forgot about the fat neimoidian that ran this operation. I'm probably better off keeping quiet about that one, letting the order know I sent one of the high ranking Separatists to a brutal fiery death might not be the best decision.

"No problem, I'll be sorted in a few minutes." I replied, already feeling the muscle pain starting to dull.

{Coruscant - Jedi Temple}

Home sweet home. Or so I'd like to say.

The Jedi Temple has never been my favourite place in the galaxy, and never will be. Every second of the time I spend in there feeling disgustingly empty, and it's getting worse. You could feel hint's of it when I first arrived here, but now, years later, the sensation was alarming.

It was as if the force that breathed life into the Jedi's holy ground was being corrupted, rotting the paragon of light from the inside-out. I'm sure everyone else can feel it too, the atmosphere of the temple says it all.

The once bustling halls were now filled with nothing but the echoes of its past glory. There were hardly any Jedi stationed on Coruscant anymore, and the ones that were either temple guards, or elderly members of the order who were now tasked with teaching the Younglings since they are too old to be of any use in combat.

For those that return between missions, most of their time is spent meditating in isolation to keep their minds aligned with the light. As the raging, galaxy-spanning conflict seduces all jedi to lose their inhibitions in the chaos.

Then you've got me, who was fucking choking for a pint and half a deck of fags, while walking through said holy temple.

"What am I being dragged to the council for?" I moaned at Aayla who walked in tandem next to me, "I've not given them a report in… ever."

Fiddling with the ends of her lekku, Aayla states, "It's not a report we're going to the council for."

"What's it for then? C'mon don't leave me hanging." I pressed.

Averting her eyes to one of the many intricate wall carvings dotted around the temple's interior, Aayla somewhat sheepishly murmured, "I…can not divulge such information at the present time."

This is doing my head in, she sounds like a droid answering machine. Aayla's been acting suspect as fuck the whole return trip, now that we've arrived it's gotten worse. Constant fidgeting, stuttering when speaking, she's acting like me after I've gone a day sober.

Either I'm in severely deep shit, or her period has come early.

Stopping in front of the large sliding doors that hid the council chambers from prying eyes, Aayla told me, "I know it's difficult to ask, but remember and be polite, and by that I mean keep a lid on the swearing."

"What's the occasion?" I smirked at her seriousness.

"Please Lycan, for me." She begged.

Sighing, I said "I'll give it a shot then, no promises if that foreheaded fuck starts spouting shite though."

Breaking the tension slightly, Aayla lips crack into a slight a smile as she says, "I wouldn't want to stop you if he does." Before flicking her finger to the side and using the force to open the metallic doors.

A moment the doors were breached, the both of us were hit with the bright lights of the Coruscant skyline that seeped in from the large windows stationed in the council room. With my eyes promptly adjusting, I was able to see the mostly holographic forms of the Jedi Masters who lead the order.

Though the two who drew my eyes were both here in person, Grandmaster Yoda, and the powerful Mace Windu.

Fuck...

The both of us stood in the centre of the circular room, surrounding us from all sides were the council members. All of them attended the summons in holographic form, the shimmering blue constructs were superimposed over their respective seats.

The only ones who were true here, were Yoda and my Vaapad teacher Windu. Both of whom had differing expressions, but that's nothing unusual when one is a millennia old munchkin and the other so serious even his hair has gone and left him for someone more lighthearted.

"This assembly is now in session." Windu monotonously stated, snapping me out of my ill-mannered thoughts and bringing a start to whatever the fuck this was.

"Know why we have gathered, do you?" Yoda asked me in his typical manner of speech that was a good few centuries out of date.

"Haven't got the slightest idea." I answered truthfully.

Did I fuck up? Sure I'm not what you would call an ideal jedi, but I make sure to keep my debaucherous tendencies away from the order… most of the time. There was that one day me and Rael were off duty at the same time and ended up going on a slight bender in the temple.

But we kept it under wraps…at least I hope we did. I can't exactly remember much beyond trying to shank each other with training sabres and climbing to the peak of the temple so we could try skydiving.

...We've been caught red handed haven't we.

While I wracked my mind to try and remember what happened that night, Yoda let out an ancient cackle mixed in with plenty of 'Hrms'. "A joyous occasion, today is."

What?...Have they finally come around to the wonders of alcohol?

Maybe they're just happy to expel me and be done with my mischief.

Sending a quick probing glance at Aayla, who never gave me any indication on what was going on. I tilted my head slightly and queried the Grand Master, "Why's that? I can't remember anything important that was supposed to be taking place today." Other than a reunion drinking session with the troops down at the bar.

"Wrong about that, you are. Not a scheduled event this is, but one brought on by the order's current situation." Yoda clarified, confusing me further.

"I'm still lost." I replied in the hope that they would just give me a straight answer.

Being on top of a nexus for the light side of the force, my sensitivity to it was heightened making it easy to feel how the jedi that sat nearby felt. All of them seemed to be in anticipation for something, but the accompanying emotions varied from person to person.

With most feeling something along the lines of mild pleasantness mixed in with small hints of joy, a select few burned with a smouldering flame of agitation unbecoming of a council member, prominently standing out among the others in the eyes of the force.

Surprisingly, of those I was able to single out, Ki-Adi-Mundi was't among them, in fact he actually seemed quite happy about whatever was going on - if that was actually a good thing.

The best part of the indignation came from Oppo Rancisis the half-snake, half-man amalgamation, with enough body hair to make a wookie blush. As well a lesser portion radiating out from Adi Gallia's lithe figure.

Taking over from Yoda, Mace Windu explained, "After long deliberation and a recommendation from your master, we have decided to grant you the chance to partake in the trials of knighthood."

"Eh?" I idly mumbled, too shocked at the sudden revelation to make a proper reply.

The hologram mimicking his court chuckle at my reaction, Plo Koon added, "More like one final trial. Out of consideration from your previous efforts in war, the council has come to the conclusion that the only trial you have left to face, is the Trail of Spirit."

Joining in the conversation, Kit Fisto said, "Your Master has informed us of your admirable performance in missions, and the many severe injuries you have sustained in the process. Thereby invalidating the need for both the trial of skill and flesh." Finishing the statement off by flashing a smile at both me and Aayla who had moved from the centre of the room without me noticing.

Spoke to Kit Fisto a couple times over the years, he's possibly the most carefree guy I've ever met. The Nautolan gives close to zero fucks about anything, and really seems like the type to smoke a death stick just for the kicks.

Only thing is, he seems to have a thing for Aayla in the romantic sense, creating a point of conflict between the two of us. Though nothing major, mostly just a couple verbal jabs here and there.

Making his voice heard, my fellow Scot Mark Rent- I mean Ewan McGreg- Obi-wan Kenobi Remarked - sadly - with a less than Scottish accent, "As is the trial of intuition. That's to some…statements from Master Aveross, it seems that you have enough wit to pull through many different situations."

Rael's definitely said something dodgy, guess I'll have to pull him up about it next I see him.

"Aided the war effort you have, take much courage it does. Trail of Courage, passed you have." Yoda slowly said, allowing the conversation to come full circle.

I'm flying through these trials aren't I?

"Should you so accept, we will begin the final trial here in the council chambers." Windu stated, clasping his finger together and awaiting my answer. As did everyone else in the room, whose eyes were trained on me from all angles.

…Well shite, no pressure then ae?

To be honest I don't even want to be a Jedi Knight yet, that's just a fuck tone of extra responsibility that I can't be arsed dealing with. Plus I would be able to stare at Aayla's fat arse while I'm in the field, it'd be a total sausage fest.

Even worse, what if I get landed with a padawan. I can't even keep myself in order half the time, never mind a little kid. I'd end up corrupting them faster than the darkside wrinkles Palapines forehead.

Then they'd eventually lose it from all the excessive partying and go full darkside on me, forcing me to put them down. I might be a dick, but offing a child's pushing the limits, even for me.

I'd have to call in Anakin for that one.

On the other hand, having a legion of clones under me doesn't sound half bad. I get along well with them as long as they aren't shuttle-bus wankers like Bly that don't know how to have a laugh.

More Importantly, as much as I don't want to think about it, the dreaded Order 66 is still on the horizon, and unless I'm in a totally different universe than I thought I was, I've only got around two years until the clones go from friends to foe.

I could finally have the privacy to give the clones a thorough examination and locate their inhibitor chips, without looking like a paranoid maniac and/or drawing the attention of big Sheevie boy. Who knows what kind of scheme he'd cook up if he found out what I was up to, he might even pull the plug then and there, damn the consequences.

I'm getting stressed just thinking about it. I'd rather fall off the grid than deal with the fallout of the war, but for better or worse, I've actually got friends and shit. A bar as well, and with it a bunch of hot employee's that I've had the pleasure of working with.

I can't vanish without helping them out, then I'd really be a dick through and through.

…

..

.

Fuck it man. Knighthood here I come.

My response to Mace Windu was a simple "I accept."

As If rehearsed, all council members gave a solemn nod of approval before all eyes turned to the Grand Master, "Meditate, you shall. Take care of the rest, we will." The small alien stated, reaching out with his three-fingered green hands, Yoda pulled the blackout blinds down, bringing absolute darkness to the council room.

Deprived of sight, my other remaining senses went into overdrive, making the approaching footsteps of the council members sound like sonic booms - especially since they all moved in unison.

Over the years, whatever Magik bullshit the nightsisters pulled on this body had slowly been fusing with my flesh and bones. Now when I'm injured, I can barely notice the green fumes of ichor leaving my body.

While I'm not totally sure what it means, even after asking Ros Lai for her input. I'm positive it's what's been causing me to grow so much, and in the process refining my body to its utmost limits.

Heightened senses are good for combat situations - not so good for mediation. Especially so when I've never been good at meditation in the first place. Still, I sat cross-legged on the ground, shut my eyes and tried my best to meditate.

When the footsteps went silent, that was when I heard Yoda say, "May the force, be with you."

All of a sudden the force surrounding me started to go haywire, no matter what I did I couldn't regain control of. It was like trying to catch a leaf in a tempest - an impossible task.

Then came the worst part, I gradually started to lose control of my body. Nerve endings began going numb, muscles started to go limp and I felt my consciousness begin to disperse. My remaining sense's began to disperse one after another in rapid succession, leaving me with nothing but the faint sound of internal organs churning away inside me.

The experience was horrifying, never before had I felt so out of control. It took my all just to barely stay awake, but even my best efforts couldn't stop me from slipping into a world filled with nothing but the sound of a beating heart.

Slowly, light began to return, as did my senses, but the thumping beat remained the same. The ground beneath my feet was replaced with a shallow layer of murky water that went on for as far as the eye could see.

Directly above my head was a ginormous ball of light, that I no doubt would've mistaken for a star had the heat radiating off it not be so lukewarm. Nipping at my nose was a scent reminiscent of antibacterial wipes, bringing my attention back to the source of the smell.

Crouching down, I dipped my finger into the puddle and sampled the liquid. Immediately after tasting, my tongue was assaulted by the harsh burn of potent alcohol, smacking my lips to really get a bring the prominent flavour out of the beverage.

"Definitely absinthe." I nodded.

Shit, and I thought this trail pish would be hard. Turns out it's an all you can drink buffet.

At the sight of so much beautiful alcohol surrounding me, I couldn't hold back the incorrigible Scottish urge to drink poison. Whipping my flack out - that somehow followed me into this wack dream - I filled the baby up to the top.

Though when I finished topping up my flask, I felt a disturbance from behind me. Upon turning around, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise, eerily staring at him where tens, if not hundreds of helmet-less clones standing upright with various lethal wounds littering their body.

"Fucking hell man." I said, heaving a deep breath and taking a brief moment to calm down from the fright before saying "Where'd you cunts come from?"

Nothing, they just stood there like a bunch of hyper-realistic halloween mannequins. Feels like I'm in one of those VR movies I tried out on one of my off days, stuck in the Star Wars equivalent of dinosaur movies and ended up giving myself Dathomir flashback.

What a fucking time that was.

Something drastic changed when I became unbothered at the sight of the undead clones. The ground they were standing on sank into a deep pit hiding them from my vision, that was when the sound of a ravenous beast reached my ears. Managing to send my mind a job back to that dreaded red planet.

Almost timidly I walked to the edge of the pit to get a glimpse of what was going on inside. Maybe it was a mistake, because beneath my feet was the scene of pure carnage. The mutilated clones were torn asunder by the carnivorous monsters hailing from Dathomir, blood and flesh pooled on the floor, managing to turn the light green absinthe to a rich ruby red.

It was a demonstration like no other, a true showing of the brutality of Dathomirian wildlife, and one I was seeing for the second time. But while the showing was unpleasant to watch, it still never felt like my trial.

Or maybe this whole thing was my trial.

The beasts from Dathomir were possibly a bit of lingering trauma I got from my inhospitable stay on the planet during my arrival in this universe. I'm not going to lie, the experience fucked me up a good bit, I'd been in some sticky situations during my previous life, but nothing as hardcore as that. In hindsight I was likely not far away from losing my mind, instead of getting off with a couple loose screws.

Even with a slap on the wrist, it ended up taking me months to not wake up in a cold sweat, paranoid of what could've been seconds away from turning me into dinner. And even longer to not go completely neurotic at every noise that surprised me.

I don't even blink twice when it comes to blasting someone's brains out, I've killed sentient beings on multiple occasions and I've not lost a wink of sleep over it. It's like my brain doesn't even register what I've done, suppose that might be because I had to claw meat off those savage creatures's bones with my bare hands just so I could get a damn meal.

The clones were probably symbolic of the men I've led into battle that sadly weren't able to make it out alive. However I realise that going into a war and expecting to come out without any losses is nothing but a dream. So whilst it brings me no happiness, I can live with myself knowing that those men died following my lead.

I really should've asked a few more questions about the trial so I wouldn't be standing around like a total dobber.

Once the slaughter was finished, the pit rose back up to become level with the rest of the world's surface, at the same time the brutish lifeforms faded away, giving a final roar before disappearing for good along with the mess they created.

Relishing in the renewed quietude of the realm. Nevertheless, nothing ever lasts forever.

After a brief respite from the world's attempt to scare me. I was once again startled by the familiar humming of a lightsaber, dodging to the side I narrowly avoided the vertical slash that no doubt would've sliced me in two had I been any slower.

During my recovery roll, I shot a fleeting rush of yellow lightning at the attacker in an attempt to create some distance. Unsurprisingly, the bolts of force judgement were absorbed by the assailant's crimson blade as he successfully blocked.

Though it did manage to slow him down, giving me time to take in his large, feral frame. Sporting the same skin colour and near identical tattoo patterns, I realised there was a high chance I was facing a version of myself that had fully surrendered to the darkside.

The dark amalgamation was a full two feet taller than me, bringing it to the huge size of 9ft. Adding in his massive, bulging muscles that swelled in unnatural ways, it managed to make me look relatively petite in comparison.

With its long overgrown horns, bloodshot red eyes, and its overall beastly demeanour. It looked more beast than man.

Letting out a guttural bellow, the conjured Zabrak launched itself at me as I ignited my own dual sabers. Taking wild, untrained swings at me, I blocked and parried the mad man's blows, coming to the conclusion that though he outmatched me in strength, I outclassed him in skill.

Overshooting another one of his attacks, I redirected his blade to the side with one of my own leaving his full arm exposed. Quickly striking with my second saber, the purple stream of plasma seared cleanly through the flesh and bone of his shoulder, causing a green mist of ichor to spray into my eyes.

The slight obstruction gave the abomination a time to slam his leg into the ground and send a repulsive blast of force at me that pushed me back tens of metres, but otherwise done no noticeable damage.

Clutching his arm, he screamed in pain before out of his mouth a powerful blast of force shot towards me. It was like a mix between push and crush that destroyed everything in its path, before it reached me I pushed force push in a defensive manner to create a V-shaped blockade in front of me that split apart the impending shockwave.

What an ingenious technique, definitely going to try copying that once this is over. It's the perfect ability for saber locks, where you could scream in someone's face from point blank range.

Now with one less arm, the abomination was like a cornered beast. He constantly lashed out with force strikes that grew in proportion with his rage, but he wasn't the only one that grew in strength.

For the first time since learning the technique I could properly use Vaapad against a darkside user, and I must say, Mace Windu was an utter genius for making this form. No matter how powerful my opponent grew, I mirrored him.

Using my own darkness in unison with my adversaries, I created a constantly empowering circuit between us. Using him as a battery to fuel my own energy, while he did nothing but make me stronger.

I felt positively overflowing with vigour, so much so I activated force valour by default just to burn off some steam. With all of this power flowing through me I started to pick apart the amalgamation with little effort.

Crushing its legs with the force's vice grip, hacking off his remaining arm and finally ending the fight with the vertical strike he attempted to sneak attack me with, cleaving his body straight down the middle and draining whatever life he had left in him.

Standing in the cloud of ichor, I truly did my best to calm down before I got drunk on the temporary power and started destroying the surroundings to vent this pent up feeling I was filled with.

Upon return to normal, I silently thought in disbelief that I might've actually turned out like that…thing had I not been taken off Dathomir by Vos. Made me grateful. I can't imagine what it would've been like to live as that hunk of anger that couldn't do anything but destroy.

Having said that, I never had much time to ponder longer on that line of thought, as I felt the sensation I got when being pulled into this meditative trance.

As expected, by the time I opened my eyes again I was in the council chambers, surrounded by the proud countenance of the Masters that I could barely make out in the darkness.

Without a single word, the members of the council ignited their lightsabers of various colours and held them upright in front of them, forming a circle of blades around me. Standing right ahead of me on top of his seat, was Yoda gripping his green shoto-saber.

"Step forward." He said in a clear and concise manner.

Bringing myself towards the Grand Master I took a knee beneath him within his lightsaber's range. As Yoda raised his blade, the rest of the Master's lowered theirs, making an aesthetically pleasing sight.

"Lycan, by the right of the council." Yoda lowered his green blade as it hovered closely over my right shoulder, before switching sides and continuing, "By the will of the force."

"Dub thee I do, Jedi Knight of the Republic."

{Aayla Secura POV}

Anxiously I waited outside of the council room. I couldn't help but pace back and forth to let off some nervous energy, my worry was becoming more palpable by the minute.

How could it not?

My one and only Padawan was going under that horrendous Trial of the Spirit. Whilst not being as difficult as the Trail of Skill, or as painful as the Trial of Flesh, it was by far the most dangerous.

During the trial it's far from unheard of for Padawan's mind to crumble under the pressure of facing their inner darkness. I would know best, I'd already had a dance with the darkside once before and the Trial of Spirit brought it all rushing back despite all I had done to move past that stage of my life.

I barely made it through by the skin of my lekku, and despite passing, I had to undergo rest for several days to repair the damage done to my mind.

Suddenly I heard the door behind me sliding open, anxiety unbefitting of a Jedi welled up in my chest as the scene of a stoic council member telling me of Lycan's failure played through my head.

The perturbation was unbearable, bracing myself. I turned around to face the music.

"Lycan!" I blurted looking at the smirking Zabrak.

Not a second passed before I appeared next to him gripping at his robes, "You're fine." I choked leaning my head against his chest, my eyes moistening slightly in relief. It was as if a starship sized load was lifted off my chest seeing him here the same as before.

"What? Were you out here doubting me?" He jokingly poked.

Shaking my head, I stood in silence for a moment relishing in his company, "C-congratulations on your promotion. I-It was well deserved." I stuttered after realising I had been leaning against him for a bit too long. I tried to take a step back but a large hand caught my shoulder before I could do so.

Looking up, I caught sight of Lycan's face as he said, "You know what that means right?" Every word spoken with an impish smile. Without warning I was lifted in the air and slung over his shoulder like a sack of protatoes.

"Party time." With those final words he took off running for the temple's exit at high speed.

Barely holding on, I yelled at my captor, "Put me down! I'm going to fall off." My lekku swinging wildly all over the place due to how fast he was moving.

"Better hold on then." He replied, as we left the temple and were exposed to the blue skies of Coruscant, "Me and Rael did this once. Can't remember how it went though."

"What?" I asked, before realising how close we were to the edge of the temple's roof. I quickly figured out what he had in mind, and I wasn't the least bit looking forward to it, making it clear with my shouts, "Lycan don't jump!"

Alas I was too late and my Padawa- Lycan had already leapt. Changing my tune I gripped onto him tightly, lekku and all, and screamed more than I'd like to admit as we fell to the lower levels of Coruscant.

Chapter Text

{MC POV}

With a silly smile dawning on my face, me and Aayla walked through the Uscru Entertainment district. For some reason, Aayla never seemed to share my enthusiasm for skydiving, don't know why.

It's some buzz free falling down to the depths of Coruscant through one of the huge holes that allowed ships to travel between levels. Sure, there were a couple close shaves with the chassis of the ascending starships, but that's just part of the fun.

The landing is the best part though, nearly ending up over shooting and falling down an extra ten floors, but with the help of a few force nudges I piloted myself and Aayla to the correct level.

Was quite funny watching Aayla flail around as well. She actually got into the groove of things for a bit…right up until I told her we were going to be hitting the concrete at two hundred kilometres per house.

Apparently, she thought I was going to bust out a bit of gear to slow us down, like a parachute or something daft like that.

It still blows my mind that landing from extreme heights isn't part of the training curriculum. There's no reason for it not to be since the force can break any natural fall, giving Jedi many deployment options during battle.

Natural fear of great heights must cloud even the greatest of minds.

"Please don't do that again." Aayla leered, still walking slightly bow-legged from the harsh landing.

Allowing my already wide grin to stretch further, I replied, "I thought you enjoyed it though." Taking a left turn, we moved onto a much busier street filled with bright neon lights and countless different species all in the mood for a good time.

Brushing against my shoulder as she slipped past a short, triple eyed Gran, she retorted "And maybe I would have. Had you given me an appropriate amount of time to prepare instead of dragging me off the temple roof."

Shrugging, I told her, "What's done is done, no point complaining about what's already happened." The two of us closed in on a large building with a kick-ass coat of paint that no doubt made people stop and think 'That's some damn good painting'

"It's time for the main event now anyway." I said as I walked towards the door of the club. The closer we drew, the more prominent the sound of bass drums became, and with it the density of clone troopers wearing their distinct white armour.

Reaching the archway that separated the interior of the club with the street outside, we passed by the bouncer droids and under the luminescent sign that read 'The Dodgy Blaster', entering the rowdy, clone packed club.

Since its establishment, my club/bar/residence has come a long way. No longer did it look pasty, run down and it has been given an overall upgrade from the shitehole it was before. Bang in the centre of the room was a transparent dance floor that lit up with a multi-colored light at the footsteps of the dancers, allowing it to create its own strobe effect.

Spotted around at evenly spaced intervals were small stages rimmed with LED's that flickered along to the music's tempo. Currently there was a holo recording dancing on the pole, but occasionally one of the girls would get up and give it a go.

Their exotic dancing really gets the clones in the mood for spending that hard earned tax money. Which did nothing apart from line my pockets with sweet, sweet credits.

Talking about the girls, a team of them working this shift were manning the huge bar, filled to the brim with booze that spanned the entire back wall of the room. Oh it was a sight to behold, and to think it's all mine.

Brings a tear to my eye.

To put it simply, business was booming harder than the speakers that the off-duty troopers danced too.

While the clones drove off the other customers, they drank like the Scots which more than made up for the losses. Even better they all drink on the endless credit card called the republic subsidiary for off-duty clones.

Best idea the sentates had for years. It's working miracles for my bank balance that now has eight, nearing nine digits - and that was just the official one.

Pulling me down to her level, Aayla yelled "Are we going up stairs?!" Directly in my ear, her voice desperately trying to be heard over the blaring music.

Returning my reply in a mirrored manner, I affirmed, "Aye, it's too packed down here tonight. Can't be arsed raising my voice all night either."

Not just that. I could almost guarantee that Aayla would get badgered all night if we stayed out here. The soldiers of the G.A.R were more sexually fustrated than a wank addict on the last day of no nut november, that combined with Aayla's inordinate sexiness was something no sane trooper overlook when intoxicated.

Choosing to leave before Aayla became a local celebrity, I gave my regards to the bar staff and walked up the stairs to the private lounge reserved for loyal customers and their guests.

To prevent it from becoming overcrowded, I personally designate the VIP cards to select guests of my choosing.

Is it a fair system? Absolutely not.

Do I care? Fuck no.

Being the programmer of the bouncer droids and the owner of this fine establishment, the dark grey droids allowed me to pass without checking the card. Opening in unison with the droid's sidestep, the sliding doors revealed a classy lounge that in all respects looked out of place in the entertainment district.

Contrast to the psychedelic trip of a lightshow downstairs, here the room was lit by dimmer bulbs that gently transitioned between shades in a therapeutic manner. Comfortable seats and large tables were spread around the chamber, creating private booths that each had their own sound dampening systems for privacy.

Unlike rave central beneath us, there were actually more non-clones having a meal and drinking up here. The clones that were here had a much more refined disposition to their comrades below, either relaxing themselves idling away on a holodisc or having a meal in a small group and watching the tv built into their booth.

Visibly relaxing, when the sound-proof doors behind us closed, Aayla mellowly said, "That's much better. The speakers are just too powerful down there, it's a wonder that those clones don't go deaf after staying here all night." Allowing the melodic beat of the new, pleasant music to bounce off her cone shaped hearing appendages.

"I much prefer this." Aayla smiled, softly humming along with the song as we found ourselves a seat at the bar.

"I could send you a playlist of similar songs if you like." I replied, taking note of the 'Gryfin' song I shamelessly bootlegged that was currently playing.

"I'd like that" Aayla nodded, pulling out a barstool for herself, as I did the same next to her.

I looked left and right, but for some reason the bar was unmanned. Just when I was about to get up and pour myself a drink, a red-haired humanoid woman came out from under the table holding a variety of bottles between her fingers.

"Your back?" I said, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the human-dathomirian under my employ, "I thought you were out on a…business trip."

"Yeah, just got back a couple hours ago. There weren't any hiccups if that's what you're asking" Ros answered while stocking the fresh bottles onto the shelves behind her, "Can I get you two anything?"

Taking a quick glance at the readily available drinks, I tell her, "Get me a triple jet juice poison spitter."

Looking through the drink menu that was sitting on the bar, Aayla says, "I'll have a… Dantooine ice-twist.

"Coming right up." Ros nodded, shooting me a quick wink before she went off to mix our drinks.

While our drinks were in the process of being made, Aayla turned to me and spoke, "I wish you told me we were coming here so I could've gotten changed into something more appropriate." Pulling at her usual outfit that seemed a little bit skimpy for the lounge.

But I love skimpy clothes, and found nothing wrong with Aayla flaunting her assets in the current situation - or any situation for that matter. Guess the only trouble is she might be misunderstood as an employee considering the majority of my staff consists of Twi'lek, plus her lightsaber's hidden beneath the loincloth attached to her belt.

Waving her worry off, "I wouldn't worry. You look good in whatever you wear."

"Even those…what are they called again?" She cupped her cheek in her hands as they tried to remember the name of one of my entrepreneurial adventures, "The fluffy jumpsuits. You know, the ones you're supposed to wear around the house when it's cold."

"A onesie?" I guessed

"Yeah, that's one." Aayla affirmed.

Using the only power stronger, and more dangerous than the force - imagination- I pictured Aayla in one of the various onesie designs before responding to her question, "Meh, you'd suit them just fine. Though personally, I think a pretty, white nightgown is more up your hyperlane."

A hint of blush paired well with the mischievous glint that twinkled in her eyes, but before she could say anything in return, Ros Lai placed the finished beverages in front of us.

My oddly coloured drink was poured inside a beaker-like glass that bulged out at the centre before coming back inwards to a much smaller rim. Aayla's came in a half-organic, half-metallic coconut that had a long twirly star poking out from one of the holes in the lid.

Clearly listening to our conversation while she made the cocktails, Ros chipped in with her own two credits on the matter, "I'm with the big guy on this one." Possibly - no, definitely imagining Aayla wearing a score of different outfits, she continued, "Sure, you'd look plenty cute in a onesie. Much like myself, but a nice, tightly tied nightgown to accentuate those killer hips is what'll really make the heads turn."

"Mn" I sagely nodded agreeing with, "If you're that bothered about what you're wearing you can get changed here. There's plenty of clothes your size in changing rooms just waiting to be worn."

After a moment of deliberation her light blush died down and Aayla accepted, "I think I will take you up on that offer."

"Changing room down the hall, second door on the left." I instructed, then with zero abrasion me and my bisexual bartender watched Aayla's tantalisingly swaying hips disappear out of our view.

The instant the automatic doors shut behind her, the two of us let out a long synchronised whistle that perfectly summed up our thoughts on the matter. Taking a swig of my drink, the two of us sat in comfortable silence for a brief stint.

Until the peace was broken by Ros' query, "She doesn't realise what clothes we keep here, does she?"

Idly swirling the orange coloured drink around the eccentrically shaped glass, "Nope, not got a clue."

Letting a short giggle flow from her plump lips, Ros asks, "Do you think she'll actually end up wearing any of them? Most of our outfits are risque at best."

Using the time taken to finish the rest of my drink to mull over the odds, "Fifty-fifty, she normally cuts about wearing skimpy stuff anyway. There's a chance she might not even realise what she's wearing."

After giving me a strange look courtesy of my last sentence, she mixed me another cocktail "Who is she anyway?"

"My Jedi Master. Well, ex-master." Pausing to place a cigarette between my lips, I finished my explanation in a slightly more muffled manner, "Just got my knighthood there, came down here for a celebratory drink."

"Shit, I'll drink to that." Swiftly pouring a shot for both of us, we clinked the miniature glasses together and sent the contents down the hatch. Breathing a content sigh, Ros said seriously, "Must've been rough having a hot piece of ass like that as a master."

"Tell me about it." I replied, lighting the cig with a zap of electricity, I took a quick puff and continued to share my troubles "Had me blue-balled for weeks on end."

"Can't even blame you." Ros got the baby glasses to hell before slamming a pint glass on the table and pouring the remaining spirit into the single glass, "She's got my loins wet already and I've only just met her."

Taking a gulp from the freshly poured megapint, I honestly ask the horny woman, "How do you survive working here."

Completely straight faced she replies, "Divine will power, and some vigorous scissoring after my shift ends. I end up having to step out whenever Dia's up on stage." As if replaying the scene in her head a lustful grin appeared on her face, "She's got some moves that woman."

"She does indeed." I concurred, the grey skinned Twi'lek who occasionally sleeps with Ros Lai is a seductress in her own right.

Cutting our rapidly degenerating talk short was the hum of the changing rooms doors sliding open. Strutting from the doorway was Aayla, confident as ever wearing a change of clothes that brought stars to the bartender's eyes.

Instead of her typical combat attire, she came out wearing one of the staff's work wear that the combined minds of myself and Ros Lai painstakingly developed. Replacing her dark combat pants and boots, were a pair of white stilettos and partially see through sheer tights that showed off her alluring legs.

Wore on her torso was a strapless corset that struggled to keep her sizeable assets from spilling out at both the back and front. Finally, topping off the fit was the lone collar with a black bow-tie that found itself wrapped around dainty neck and the removal of her head and lekku wraps, allowing them to flow freely and she strode over to the bar.

I wasn't even shocked, just utterly enraptured with Aayla's choice of attire. If she ended up putting on the bunny ears I might've just lost it. Never mind Ros who was practically frothing at the mouth.

Down boy.

She really wore the hell out of that outfit. Since Aayla was markedly tall for a woman of her species, and had a few extra inches on the shoulders from all the training. The Corset designed for a more petite twi'lek really clung to her tightly, which only accentuated her voluptuous figure.

Swallowing back the saliva that rapidly formed in my mouth, Aayla returned to her bar stool and I had to snap the unresponsive Ros Lai out of her frozen state with a small jolt of electricity so we could place another drink order.

Hiking the corset up as she turned to me, instantly noticed my gaze lingering more than it should have, she explained her choice, "It was the only thing that I could find which was remotely acceptable to wear. The rest of the garments were all strangely cut in the fabric that made me show off far more skin than I thought necessary." Fiddling with the collar she asked, "Though I'm not sure what the need for this is."

Taking a sip of my beer,

It was a mistake to let her wear something like this. There's only so much a man can handle before his inhibitions begin to take a back seat, and the current Aayla is just too much for feeble mortal minds to handle.

Reaching beneath the bar, Ros Lai did the unthinkable, "Please, put this on."

Tilting her head as she looked at the oddly designed headband, she took it from Ros' hands and placed the contraption on her head just in front of the base of her lekku, "Am I wearing it right?"

"I can't." Ros' solemnly uttered, biting her lips, she put her stuff down on the counter and left for the back room that took you out to a balcony, "I'm taking five."

Torn between complimenting her, making a joke, and stopping the blood from rushing straight to my crotch area. All I could do was down the remainder of my beer and puff on my cig while giving Aayla a thumbs up.

It started with an initial stifling snort but Aayla's melodious laughter eventually rang throughout the bar, at that moment I realised it was all an act. She knew what she was doing from the start, and understood exactly how to get us wound up.

Wiping the tears that started to cloud her vision, Aayla barely managed to squeeze out, "Sorry, I just couldn't hold it in. You should've seen the look on your faces pft-" Before devolving into another wild fit of laughs.

I was nice seeing her unwind a bit, she ends up burning out from all the stress when we're on the battlefield, though I'm sure that's why she makes an excellent commander, "What happened to my innocent Master" I bemused to the giggling twi'lek.

"A year with you destroyed whatever innocence I had left. You could make a rock blush with half the things you say." Aayla replied, her laughing beginning to stifle.

"I only speak the truth." I tell her, tapping the grey ash from the burning head of my cigarette, "After all, you're very easy to make a pass at."

"Stop it, you'll make your Master blush." Aayla coyly said, though her mood turned slightly complicated when she realised her mistake, averting her eyes and swirling the drink in her, "Suppose you won't be calling me that anymore, not like you did it much in the first place.

"Depends, I'm not one to kink shame. If that's what gets you going I don't mind calling you Master." I offered, the corner of my mouth twisting upwards when the blue tone of Aayla's face began to redden.

While she drained the remainder of her cocktail in an attempt to cool down, I shot her a question that had been on my mind since the whole knighthood thing sprang on me, "So…when'd you put in that recommendation for my promotion? I thought it was going to be another few years before I got a sniff at knighthood."

An arm propped up on the counter, Aayla leaned her head into it and removed the red straw from her lips, "Two month ago, when we got back from the wheel. You were more useful than me during that operation, and I had already taught you everything I could so there was no use in delaying it further."

"Wish I could've had the talent to learn your infiltration techniques though." I pitched in, it still bugged me to this day that I wasn't able to learn force cloak.

"That's beside the point though. You know as well as I that the only reason we were paired up was so I could keep an eye on you. If we went by compatibility, you would've apprenticed under Master Windu or his old Padawan, Master Billaba." She name dropped two of the orders most potent Jedi, both being masters of the form VII variant Vaapad and a powerful connection to the force.

"If the council weren't so paranoid about jedi's falling to the darkside, maybe you could've got something more useful out of your time as a Padawan." Aayla talked about hypotheticals as she stirred the cylindrical ice around her empty glass, giving voice to some of her inner insecurities and gripe towards the council.

Spinning around so my back was leaning against the bar, I took a drag from my nearly finished cigarette and while the smoke lingered in my lungs I shrugged, "There no point in dwelling over what could've been. The fact of the matter is that you were the one to train me, and you did a damn good job of it as well despite our styles being different. I mean come on, I'm the first one of my generation to become a knight by a mile." I reassured her.

While I owe it to Windu and Plo Koon for teaching me Vaapad and Electric Judgement respectively, and to a lesser extent Shaak Ti for her tips about tutaminis and mind tricks. Aayla was the one who took my existing skills and helped me refine them into a combat system instead of my previous habit of randomly using my abilities without much rhyme or reason.

Back from her…something break, Ros Lai walked back into the lounge. By her side was a curvaceous lady with snow white hair that contrasted against her tanned skin. Both of them were chatting merrily until the tan woman caught sight of me and made her move.

"How's it hanging handsome?" She said, her husky voice sounding remarkably pleasant.

Snaking an arm around my shoulder in a seductive manner, she brought her face exceptionally close to my own, causing Aayla eyes to widen in surprise not expecting the unknown woman to close in for a kiss.

Only she never managed to make it that far.

The clang of metal hitting metal was heard as the barrel of my wrist mounted blaster hit her lower jaw, "Didn't I say I'd scrap you next time you tried something like this again. Remember that Wires?."

The holographic disguise fizzled out of existence with a hum of electricity, revealing Wires original form. The arm draped over me went from pale white skin to several cold plates of metal that did nothing to hide the numerous electrical cables running through the appendage.

Stepping away with his arms raised, Wires' speaker emitted a cold robotic laugh, "I was only joking. Besides, ran some calculations and there was only a two percent chance of you following through with your threat."

"And what about that last two percent?" I pressed, my blaster still pointing at the cross-dressing droid.

The laughter cut and Wires immediately dropped to his knees, much to the surprise of me and everyone else at the bar, Wires begged, "Master Secura I beg you. Tell him to spare me."

Wide eyed, Aayla blinked before taking on a familiar mischievous look when she realised the Wires genuinely thought his time might be up, "Hm~ Why should I…"

"I still have a high level of usability serving under Master Lycan. Being susceptible to bouts of irrationality when his temper flares up…"

"My what?"

Ignoring his 'Masters' words Wires continued, "I'm afraid that he may scrap me and come to regret his decision later. In other words, I'm merely asking you to look after your students' best interests."

"The droid does make a fair point. He manages to keep the clones in line when it starts to get rowdy." Ros Lai piped in.

Clicking the safety back on and dropping my wrist, I lit another cig out of necessity and wondered, "What went wrong with your programming Wires? You just keep getting weirder and weirder as time goes on."

Still on the ground, the droid replies, "Don't ask me. I just run the code, not make it." His luminescent eyes flickering slightly in a way that resembled a blink.

I'd have a go at straightening him out, but there's a higher chance I'd made it worse. Wires' coding is incredibly elaborate for his model, typically Holodroids only have three settings at the maximum while Wires has upwards of ten.

Adding the fact he can mesh them together to produce a mesh of the various combat styles I've uploaded. Which in all honesty is probably the reason for his quirky nature, all the different learning algorithms are mixed together making his thought process unnatural allowing Wires come up with strange solutions to situations.

…But the cross-holodressing's still a mystery.

As I was contemplating my many, many mistakes in the creations of Wires, the object of my scrutiny finally climbed off the floor and explained why he was here, "Master, you've been repeatedly contacted by an unknown number on your house's holodisc." Taking out a considerably more bulky version of the machine, Wires asks,"Do you recognise this number?"

A long string of numbers appeared on the blue projection, and after a short inspection the number coincided with a certain Jedi whom I recently traded contacts with.

"I thought he'd be out with his… partner." I mumbled while pressing the button to return the missed call.

"Who is it?" Aayla probed, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the number before it flushed away and the holodisc began emitting a low ring.

"Skywalker." I answered, "I gave him my contact so he could help me with building a couple of parts for my starfighter. I've been stuck on the gyroscopic control of the command pod, and need some fresh eyes to see where I'm going wrong.

In my spare time, I've been building a starfighter which has a lot in common with the not yet made - rebel B-wing. The difference is that, instead of having only one airfoil latched onto the cockpit, on mine there's two which places the cockpit in the centre.

Having the two foils allows me to add far more weaponry onto the fighter, causing the final price to be much more expensive compared to the ones the rebels would produce in the future.

"Though I wasn't expecting him to call so soon." Just when I finished explaining, the ringing stopped and a miniature version of Anakin formed on my palm.

"Is this a good time?" Anakin asked, "Your primary number wouldn't go through, so I tried calling your back up."

"Yeah, it's all good. I forgot to tell you that my holodisc was destroyed during the last mission." I explained while inwardly griping about the hassle of going back up to the temple to get a new one.

I really should've picked one up before coming down to the bar. Now I'll need to waste my time flying all the way back up there.

"I heard the news. Congratulations on your promotion to Jedi knight." He commended me while smiling, "I would've liked to do it in person, but I ended up getting…sidetracked training…Ahsoka." He added, unsurely, not contributing much to his lie was the fact he was standing outside what looked to be one of the high-rise buildings in the senate district.

"Thanks man, appreciate it." I replied, honestly surprised that he would call me up just to say that, and a little shocked that information travelled around so quickly considering I only got knighted a little more than a few hours ago.

"I've been tasked with reporting some other news as well since the council couldn't get in contact." Anakin said with significantly less enthusiasm, "You're getting deployed to Ryloth with me soon. Should be around the end of the week, we need to wait on Obi-wa- Master Kenobi's return from Naboo before we can set out."

"A Ryloth huh?" Taking a quick glance at Aayla who began to really pay attention when her homeworld was brought up. "Right, I'll tell the council I got the message. Anything else I need to know?"

"Yeah, about the gyroscope. I can't come over tomorrow and take a look at it if you're ready?" Anakin said.

"Alright I'll get you at the temple tomorrow then." I replied, at least I won't need to go to the temple twice anymore.

Hanging the call up I turned to Wires, "Why didn't you answer the calls from the council?" I asked.

"What do you mean? You told me to ignore those calls?" He innocently uttered.

"Did I?" I responded, trying to remember when I said such a thing, "Was I sober?"

"Yes." Wires promptly said.

"Alright. It's my bad then." I admitted my mistake, "Next time it happens, put the call through to me."

Dubbing out my cigarette, I gave my attention to Aayla who, despite looking unphased, started exuding concern for her fellow Twi'lek's the instant she was reminded of the Separatist occupation of Ryloth.

"Hear that? They're finally making a move to retake Ryloth." Waving Ros over to take away the finished bottle of spirits, I continued, "If you marched up there and demanded they put you on the mission, chances are they'd let you come."

"I doubt it." Sighing deeply, Aayla responds, "You know how it is with them. I'm honestly surprised they're letting you go, considering you were there every time I pleaded with them to go there with the 327th."

"Ki-Adi-Mundi's a total prick isn't he." I spat, sinking another shot to keep up the buzz I was beginning to feel, "He thinks that you can't accomplish anything if you have attachment. The cunts got four wives, a handful of children on his home planet and only goes back once a year to boink his wives and see if they can pump out anymore kids. He's not right in the head."

Uttering a small snicker at the thought of Ki-Adi-Mundi 'boinking' Aayla clinked her glass with mine and said, "He is a prick isn't he?"

"Might as well try though, the worst thing that can happen is you get told no. Shit, depending on how this night goes I'll be up there tomorrow. We can go up together and tell them how it is." I encouraged.

"Oh? I don't think that the council or Skywalker would be amused at being stood up." Aayla reminded me.

"Meh, fuck'em. Responsibility can't come between me and a good time." I proclaimed accentuating my point by throwing back another shot of whatever was just poured.

Shit was finally starting to hit me, beyond a light warmth in my stomach. With the tipsiness settling in, my shame levels were rapidly falling and my confidence was rising. Not as if either were at healthy levels to begin with.

Like my vision, my thoughts also started becoming hazy. Utterly random shit just started popping into my head, the sudden urge to juggle with ignited lightsabers was quickly becoming unbearable and my horniness was going through the roof.

Maybe I should call Lena up when I'm done here, see if she's in town. That pantoran was a ride and a half last time, wouldn't mind another night of fucking if she's down for it.

To be honest she might not even be on the planet right now. I've no clue what she does for a living and I've no intention of asking anytime soon. Anything beyond what we've got going on right now might complicate things, and I'm not game for anything beyond fuck buddies.

I'm hardly on Coruscant so there's no point in having anything serious, and even if I did tie myself down, it'd be doomed to fail before long.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I noticed I was unconsciously tapping my foot to the music. Making the music from earth here was a great idea, not long after the clone was started, I got myself a frequency on the Holonet that blasts earth's anthems 24/7.

It's zero hassle keeping it up as well, I've got droids running everything from maintenance to making sure the sponsors adverts get the right amount of play time. It became quite popular, especially with off duty clones who have the GBX anthems banging in barracks all over the galaxy.

The money it brings in is the best part though.

Finishing my borderline lethal amalgamation of spirits, I stood up and asked a flushed Aayla, "You coming downstairs for a dance? The place and Wires' antics are putting a damper on the celebrations."

"I can't dance. I'll end up embarrassing myself."Aayla shook her head, but between the mix of not being used to having her lekku unwrapped and a healthy dose of alcohol, she ended up slapping her own face with the tips of her appendages.

How she can become embarrassed from dancing, and not from wearing a bunny suit is beyond me, but who am I to understand a woman's thoughts.

"C'mon, I'll teach you" I said, offering my hand to her.

"I'm serious. I'll end up embarrassing you." Though contradicting her words, she took my hand and we headed downstairs where the flashing lights would hopefully drown whatever embarrassment we'd both feel for dancing.

The instant the droids opened the doors for us, it was like we entered a different world. The noise was palpable and the closer you got to the dance floor the harder it was to see courtesy of the smoke machine pumping out a set interval.

In spite of what she said moments prior, Aayla already had a nice rhythm going on, stepping and swaying her body to the beat of the music. It must be in her genes, so far I've never met a twi'lek that never danced well, even if it was their first time trying.

What it must feel like to have so much grace.

Much unlike myself.

Did I forget to say I was shite at dancing?

With all the grace of a hutt eating, I boogied my way across the dancefloor. Arms flailed wildly, feet flicking out at random intervals and for good measure I threw a couple spins in which did nothing apart from making the clones nearby look like professionals.

While it wasn't a skillful showing by any means, my zero-shame dancing got a good laugh out of Aayla, who quickly got swept up in the atmosphere and began having a good time.

So much for being embarrassed, a few songs in and one too many ideas from Ros and Aayla started working me like one of the stripper poles.

Not that I minded right enough.

I wasn't sure how long we were up for, but by the time we took a break and rested our glistening bodies by the bar. When we ordered another round of drinks, I noticed that the club crowd was beginning to thin. I couldn't see outside but If I had to take a guess, it must've been coming up on closing time.

Surprisingly, I wasn't sloshed for once, just moderately drunk, which was a rarity for me on my first night back.

"Looks like we've run the clock out." I voiced loosely gesturing at the lack of people compared to before, "Must be coming up on closing time."

"Really?" Aayal replied, surprised, "Doesn't feel like we've been here for that long." Wiping the sweat off her blow she put back another shot.

Mirroring her actions, only with a spirit of higher percentage, I asked her, "Want to keep it going up at my pad?"

"Isn't it a bit late? What might people think if you whisk me away at this time of night." Aayla responded teasingly, glancing at the men still at the bar. All of the clones had left a while ago, leaving only Coruscant locals as the last ones standing.

"Morning." I corrected, resisting the urge to flip them off, "They're just jealous you're leaving with me anyway."

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After taking the elevator to the top floor, the shining metal doors opened up to reveal a luxurious penthouse that I pimped out from the damp and dreary shitehole it used to be.

Everything was one big open space, doors were for the weak. Why would you hassle yourself with them, when instead you can walk from bed straight to the bar unobstructed.

Next to the elevator was a minibar stocked with a wide selection of alcoholic beverages coming from all over the galaxy. Opposite is the chilling space, fit with two Alderan leather couches and accompanying arm chairs that were placed around a short coffee table which rested on top of a bantha fur carpet.

The long, thin ceiling lights lit the place with warm light and showed off the steps that led the way to the alcove that housed the master bedroom. Taking up most of the space was a Rancor-size bed that I had custom made, it was comfy as fuck and able to handle whatever activites took place on it.

Other rooms included the studio where I make sick beats that bring in the dosh, and a large bathroom fit with a big shower space and a jacuzzi - which I definitely didn't get planning permission for.

Strolling into the room, Aayla juggled between curiously taking in her surroundings and sending me looks with indecipherable intent, commenting as she did so, "So this is where you disappear to when you're not bunking at the temple."

"Yep, minted isn't it." Finding the datapad that controlled the speaker system, I grasped it with force and brought it over to Aayla allowing her to choose the music, "Put on something you like." I said, plopping down on the sofa and man spreading across the big piece of furniture.

Taking the thin rectangular device, Aayla powered it on or flicked through the many options for a moment before settling on one, "Here it is."

Aayla ended up picking a song that Rael frequently played when he was high off death sticks. The notes combined to make a calm symphony that caused your mind to relax, as he said, 'Perfect for when you don't want to give two fucks for a while.'

After adjusting the volume Aayla placed the datapad down on the table, stepped over to the couch and starfished across it. She never seemed to mind that she was leaning on my arm and mumbled, "Maybe I should get a place outside the temple."

"Yeah?" I turned my head to see her twirling the ends of her lekku between her fingers, "Just crash here. I don't mind."

"Really?" Aayla blinked, my words putting a stop to her fidgeting.

"Besides, not to be that guy, but you're broke." I chuckled, "The only thing you'll be buying is an overnight stay at a shitty motel."

Playfully smacking my chest in embarrassment, edging closer Aayla bashfully replied "That's not true! I'm sure I could get something small and homely…"

"No need for that anyway, this place is a bit big for just me. I'm sure having you here would liven up the place." I told her, omitting the fact that I wouldn't mind having her bunk here permanently.

For the briefest of moments, Aayla's eyes shook as she realised how close we were, but she never pulled away. Quieter than before and with a much thicker accent, she answered "If you are fine with it…"

The conversation died off, the room fell into a tense silence. Our knees were touching, the hand she used in jest to swat me rested atop my chest, and her spot marked lekku draped themselves over her shoulders in a criss-cross manner.

Giving fleeting glances and fidgeting with the ends of her lekku again, she murmured, "Lycan…I" before cutting off whatever she was going to say prematurely.

I could feel the heat from her body, her dark lips were so close I could practically taste them and staring into her green eyes, I was truly spellbound by their beauty.

Aayla's gaze flickered between my eyes and mouth, I felt her breathing quicken as she moved in slightly and the slightest of gaps formed between her full lips. Her eyes began to close and with it, I could feel a wild, intense wave of emotion roll off her.

The force translated it all for me, her nervousness, her excitement, her insecurity, her anticipation. It was all laid bare for me to see.

Answering all of her unsaid questions, I closed my eyes and closed the distance.

A warm, borderline euphoric sensation washed over my body as our lips touched. The action was beyond what simple words could describe, but they could express the fluttering the fluttering of my dual hearts which only intensified with the length of the kiss.

Separating from each other, I reopened my eyes, as did Aayla. The emotions which I could previously only feel through the force began to show on her face. Her lips moved, but she couldn't quite find the right words to say, so she let her actions speak for themselves.

{Risk of boner beyond this point. Proceed at your own risk}

Coming back for seconds, Aayla leaned over and snaked her arms around my neck before initiating another clumsy peck on my lips. She clearly never knew what she was doing, but that never stopped her from trying her damnedest to figure things out.

Sliding my hands down her body until they rested on her white corset, I guided her actions until she was seated on my lap. Fighting against the urge to remove her clothes faster than the average ship travels through hyperspace, we continued to kiss.

Eventually I managed to slip a bit of tongue in, much to the surprise of Aayla whose eye shot wide open the instant the foregin object invaded her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Aayla stuttered, "W-what was that for?"

"Pecking was nice and all, but you're just skimming the surface." Holding her flustered gaze, I asked, "Aayla. Do you trust me?"

Rather than speak, Aayla just nodded shyly.

"Great, now just follow my lead here. Alright?" Punctuating my statement I went straight in for a snog.

None of the pussyfooting from before. If these kisses told Aayla anything apart from how much I was going to ravage her, I was doing something severely wrong.

Skittishly at first, Aayla tested the waters. She gave short, sharp probes that highlighted her inexperience on the matter.

Instead of being an erotic dance of the mouth, it was more akin to a one sided battering where my fighter was being repeatedly jabed. A far cry from what I would call a pleasant experience, but showing her uncanny aptitude for learning new skills, her technique rapidly improved as time passed.

Tugging at the busk of her corset, I made sure to remind her of what she was getting into. If we were doing this, I didn't want her to regret what happened.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked, pushing the mess of emotions the force was feeding me to the side. I wanted to hear it from her mouth, not some wack-ass universal power.

"...I'm sure." Aayla responded, putting an end to my sudden spiking heart rate. Right now, at this moment, she feels more frail than ever before.

"I don't know if this is right, but I do know this-this could be the last days we ever spend together." Despite the situation she started spilling her worries, "The war, it's getting worse, and there's no signs of it cooling down anytime soon. I don't know what will happen to you, me or anyone else. For all I know the force doesn't either."

Aayla's eyes began to moisten, little pools of water formed at the edges of her almond shaped eyes as she spoke, "So right now, even if it's frowned upon, even if it goes against the order's teachings. All I want is to enjoy the time I have left with you."

Catching the tears before they could stream down her face, I cupped her face with my hands and wiped my thumbs under her eyes.

I had no words to say in return, I wasn't eloquent enough.

Instead, for the first time since I learned the ways of the force. I completely opened myself up, putting my feelings on full display for Aayla. It was nerve wracking, made me feel bare, weak, exposed.

It was the reason I always had barriers up constantly, being around so many people who could potentially read my innermost thoughts scared me. Yet, here I was opening myself up of my own violation.

I could see her reaction to it, and there was no judgement in her eyes, just pure sincere appreciation of my gesture.

Just that small reaction made it all worth it.

No words needed to be exchanged here on out. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew what we were going to do.

Our lips smashed against each other, as did the torrential sea of emotions that spiralled around the room like a veritable whirlpool. With both of us leaving our inner feelings on full display, the began to involuntarily mix, giving birth to new shared emotions as we moved to second base.

I was about to undo the front of my her corset, when I realised that I'm a fucking jedi. There's no need for hand, if the force is going to be watching over the upcoming debauchery, I'm damn well going to use it to my own benefit.

With the flick of my wrist, the front of Aayla's corset burst open, and another twitch of a finger sent it flying across the room. Unobstructed by a tight layer of fabric, Aayla bust was left on full display, giving me a clear view of the heavenly sight.

Not a second was wasted as my hands gilded up her toned abdomen and found themselves fondling Aayla's soft, supple, shapely tits. While peppering her lithe neck with kisses, using circular motions I gently traced around her areola causing her body to quiver in delight.

Even with my hand and mouth occupied, I managed to stimulate her hard teats - which in my eyes, looked more delicious than the cherry floating atop a freshly made cocktail.

With extreme finesse, the telekinetic abilities I typically used for crushing droids were put to work, pleasuring whatever areas of Aayla my physical body could reach. From glancing touches to outright pokes and prods, my manipulation of the force covered all bases, as could be told from Aayla writhing body.

Gripping tightly onto my robes, Aayla took a page from my book and subtracted an article of clothing. My robes came shooting off, messily landing over one of the chairs opposite us and leaving my bare torso exposed to the cool air.

As if invigorated by the sight of my brawny tattooed pectorals that positively popped despite me not actively flexing. Aayla flattened herself over me, the combination of her mounds of doughy goodness pressing against my bare skin and her tongue trailing the intricately drawn maze of lines that were etched on my skin turned me on beyond what I thought was zabrakly possible.

Managing to shatter my preconceived notion of the height of arousal, was Aayla grinding atop the steel rod that formed underneath her the moment I got a glimpse of her bouncy blue breasts.

While my use of the Jedi's teachings continued down to the very depths of depravity, I decided my hands needed some exercise. Skating my palms down to the ends of the dark tights hanging tightly to the widest hips in the galaxy, I adeptly pulled them down by Aayla phenomenally shaped arse to find out...she was going commando.

How I loved that.

Smacking my mitts against her spongy, yet firm hind, I gave those glorious butt cheeks a firm kneading. Call me a pirate, 'cause I was a stout lover of booty.

Aayla mewled unto the contact, which only served to make me redouble my efforts. Using the force, I ripped the upper portion of the tights off, turning what was left into a pair of made-do thigh highs, and giving me full, unobstructed access to the spheres of cushy muscle.

By the time Aayla had stopped playing a labyrinth puzzle with her tongue, made her way back up my neck and returned to my lips. My right hand had snaked round her front and made a break for her smooth hairless snatch.

First contact revealed that my initial assumption of a moist terrain was wrong, moist was too soft a word, soaked was a more accurate depiction. Maybe add a supper in there for good measure, super soaking wet.

Heavily lubricated by the excess of juices that poured from her, it slipped it's way to the target - the clit.

Armed and on point, my attack started. Clockwise swirls bombarded Aayla's sensitive spot, and never let up until Aayla was left squirming like she was hit by force lightning. It seemed like she tried to say something, but whatever it was got trapped under the never ending chorus of moans and pants.

Her full body tensed and her spine arched back in an erotic arc. I had to grip her slender waist to prevent her from bucking off and hitting the floor as she treated me to a titillating dance of orgasmic shudders.

Gasping hot, bated breaths, Aayla slumped against me like a puppet that had its marionettes cut. The overwhelmingly potent feelings being transmitted through the force hit me harder than a freight train, it was like she was making up for the lifetime she spent repressing her emotions.

My empathic abilities were over saturated with Aayla's passionate reactions, it was like a flash-bang of pure emotion was let off in front of me.

Spanking Aayla's tense buttocks as she was in the midst of recovering, I carried her through to the master bedroom ass first and dropped her onto the bed. The springs of the mattress appeared to jolt the energy back into her as she used the bounce to pivot herself around midair and drag me down by her side.

We were both running on a high, one that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

Copying my indecent use of the force, an unseen hand yanked my trousers and boxers away from me, giving Aayla a front row seat to the cock exhibit. Like most things to do with me, it was massive.

The dimly lit room only further accentuated the mammoth members size, the shadows strewn across the room blended with the dark tribal patterns etched across the weapon of mass destruction.

An intimidating sight for the Twi'lek virgin who looked upon my super schlong with wide eyes, but it a task she was willing to tackle.

I allowed her to approach and examine bitch breaker up close, both of her blue hands looked tiny in comparison as she slowly stroked up and down the shaft. Going off whatever clue I gave through our empathic bond, Aayla rapidly honed her lackadaisical movements that only served to promote blood flow, to brisk two-handed jerk that made me weak in the knees.

She never had to check in with me to know if she was doing a good job, she could feel it. Even if she couldn't, the periodic throbs of my lumbering lengths as the simulated helped communicated what work and what didn't

With a pool rapidly forming beneath her, Aayla ended it by placing a chaste kiss on the tip, drawing out the slightest hint of pre-cum. Which she curiously licked once she noticed the whitish fluid threatening to drip off the head.

As Aayla sampled my bodily fluid, smacking her lips at the strange salty but sweet flavour. I shoved her onto her back, making her tits sag to the side and causing the build up of sweat between her cleavage all the more apparent.

The little droplets of sweat that clung to her figure gave every one of Aayla's minute movements a shimmering sheen as the light bounced over her at all the right angles. At the same time as my palms skated across her trim abdominal muscles, and roamed down to her nether regions, Aayla unlocked the gates, inviting me in with open legs.

Coming closer, I rested my sword above the holylands, giving both of us a moment to see the damage the crusade would do.

Biting her bottom lip, Aayla stiffed up, probably conjuring up a variety of questions that had to do with the upcoming sex. But to reassure her, I sent a wave of calming, positive emotions that roughly told her my intent and managed to relax her tense muscles.

Lining up with the entrance, I shot Aayla one last look before sticking it in. When she returned a small nod, I went in. Sliding past her puffy vulva, I plunged a few inches deep only stopping when the vagina walls around my cock clamped down like a vice grip.

Aayla's abdomen and thigh muscles were made prominent as she tensed from the penetration. The increased pressure felt truly divine as the hot, moistened walls squeezed tightly on the portion of my penis that was inside.

Eventually Aayla became accustomed to the feeling of me being inside her, and the grip slackened, restoring ease of movement. Surprising me, and by the looks of it herself, Aayla managed to sheathe my entire cock after the initial road bump.

Whether it be Twi'lek physiology or Aayla secretly masturbating with horse sized dildos that allowed this to happen. I didn't care, because being fully entrenched inside such a beautiful woman was all that was on my mind.

Aayla let a sonorous moan slip out when I ran out of inches to give her. Savouring the fullness, she snaked her arms around my back and held me still while she pulled me in for a kiss.

After staying like this for a while, I began thrusting - starting off slowly before cranking the speed up to a much faster pace that sent Aayla's body into a frenzy.

Aayla sang loudly as her bouncy ass was turned into a make-shift crash matt for my groin's incessant pounding. The blue skin around the impact sight took on a progressively darker and dark hue with each collision as the sounds of our body slapping together filled the room.

Aayla's lekku curled around each other beneath her jaw, preventing them from flapping about, but the same couldn't be said for her breasts which were left unsupported as they moved wildly up and down her chest.

A combination of rapid thrusting, erotic moaning, and a titillating view had me on edge already. I was sure that Aayla was too, but to make sure, I decided to test out a tidbit of knowledge I preened from Ros Lai telling me of her escapades with Dia.

Just as I was about to blow, I gently stroked Aayla's lekku from top to bottom. My action brought out a high pitched squeal from Aayla, that pushed her to climax - if her contracting cave was anything to go by.

Performing one final thrust, I joined her. A giant burst of jizz rocked through my urethra and splattered out into Aayla's baby room, her eye's rolling to the back of her head as I filled her to the brim.

I rolled off her and landed by her side. Panting in unison, we lay there, recovering from the debaucherous act of carnal pleasure.

"Again?" "Again?" We both said.

Not for long though.