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The Jedi and the Gungan	By : Devastator77 Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Liberation
The time had come. Almost an hour had passed since Anakin had entered his Jedi trance. The Gungans had washed him in a nearby lake and had deposited his naked body in the middle of the forest clearing. His limbs felt rejuvenated, his spirits lifted, and his connection to the Force had never been stronger. He had managed to purge the Force-blocking serum from his system, all the while fooling his captors into thinking he was unconscious. He had tried his best to block out of his mind what had happened in the hours prior, but it was of no use. The encounter was too vivid in his thoughts; he could still feel the Gungans sliding in and out of him, like a ghost memory that refused to fade away. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t felt intense bursts of pleasure as the Gungans exploited him fully. However, he had also felt repulsion and hatred for his captors. He had acted the part of a “willing salve” to fool the Gungans, but the concept of slavery disgusted him on every level. Feeling physical pleasure was not the same as experiencing true pleasure, the kind he felt when he was with Ferus. It was an honest, unwavering love that exceeded the physical desire for sex. The kind of love forbidden for a Jedi, yet it was an inseparable part of Anakin’s being.
Anakin could hear the sound of footsteps moving around him. If he did not act now, he would lose the element of surprise.
Opening his eyes wide open, Anakin sprang to his feet and launched himself straight into the air, putting all of his energy into a Force jump that sent him almost to the top of the forest canopy. As he reached the peak of his jump, he gathered all of his energy and forced his body downward, angling himself ever so slightly as he rocketed back to the forest floor. All of this took place in a matter of seconds, giving the lead Gungan enough time to look up as Anakin came crashing down on him, his foot connecting with the Gungan’s protruding jaw.
The Gungan staggered backwards, falling into his three comrades as he did so. Anakin planted his bare feet firmly into the ground and stretched both of his hands forward, unleashing a pair of Force pushes that sent the Gungans flying through the air.
The Gungans landed in a crumpled heap near the lake they had washed Anakin in earlier. Three of the Gungans had been knocked unconscious, but one had already risen to his feet. Anakin had expected the Force-sensitive Gungan to be a bit harder to bring down, but he had recovered much quicker than Anakin had anticipated.
Anakin rapidly called his lightsaber to his hand from where it was resting on the other side of the clearing. Blazing to life, Anakin’s blue lightsaber thrummed with intense, primal energy. Force leaping the distance between the Gungan and him, Anakin brought his lightsaber down on where the Gungan had been less than a second before.
Barely avoiding a fatal strike from the Jedi’s lightsaber, the Gungan jumped to the side and ran towards the lake. He was no fool; somehow the Jedi boy had regained his full power, and the Gungan knew he stood no chance against him. If he could make it the lake, the Jedi would not be able to catch him underwater.
So, escape was his plan, Anakin thought. Cowardly, but not unexpected from the likes of a slaver.
“What’s the matter, Gungan? Don’t feel like playing with me, anymore? And here I thought we were having so much fun,” Anakin taunted, enjoying every moment of his tormentor running in terror. Reaching out with the Force, Anakin sent his lightsaber racing towards the fleeing Gungan.
Guided by the Force, Anakin’s lightsaber met its mark. The Gungan yelped in pain as the blue energy beam tore through his left leg, severing it at the knee.
“Skywalk-er!!!!” the Gungan howled as he collapsed mere centimeters away from the lake.
Anakin hovered over the Gungan, bringing his lightsaber squarely under the Gungan’s chin.
“You wouldn’t dare…it’s not the Jedi way,” the Gungan sneered.
For a moment, Anakin was tempted to end the Gungan’s life, but thought better of it. Although, short of killing the Gungan and his companions, Anakin was unsure of what to do with them. Bringing them to the authorities was out of the question as they would reveal things Anakin would rather remain unknown. Perhaps there was a way to erase or block their memories? Anakin had certainly heard of such techniques when studying at the Temple. He had even witnessed his Master using such techniques on the weak-minded from time to time. Now that he could fully call upon the Force, he had a feeling that if he concentrated, he could use the Force to persuade the other three Gungans to forget everything that happened and to pick a new profession. Although, he doubted such Jedi mind tricks would work on the Force-sensitive Gungan sprawled out before him.
Anakin deactivated his lightsaber, leaving the Gungan holding what remained of his left leg, squirming in agony.
Making his way to spot where his clothes were crumpled in a pile, Anakin picked up his Jedi tunic and robes as well as the leathery attire of the Gungans. After washing his clothing in the lake, Anakin quickly put his tunic and robes back on, relieved to finally be wearing something again. Anakin attached his lightsaber to his belt, and put on his Jedi boots. At last, he felt a sense of normalcy, well, aside from the naked Gungans scattered around him.
“Put these on. And clothe your unconscious crewmates as well. I’m tired of looking at starch naked Gungans everywhere I turn,” Anakin ordered the lead Gungan.
Silently, the Gungan dressed himself and the others. He had stopped squirming, and he now lay eerily still, refusing to meet Anakin’s gaze.
“Now, Gungan, tell me where your ship is, so I can free all the other slaves you keep locked up, and so I can finally get off this blasted planet.”
“They won’t listen to you, Jedi. I already told you, they enjoy what they do. I wouldn’t have picked them if they didn’t. I may have washed out as a Jedi Padawan, but my ability to sense others’ feelings is as strong as ever. They enjoy being “slaves,” which is more of a formal term anyways. They might not get paid or be free to leave, but I afford them every comfort and luxury. If they make enough in tips, they can even buy their freedom if they so choose. Speaking of enjoyment, don’t think I didn’t sense your enjoyment, Skywalker. You would have made an excellent slave, and you would have enjoyed every minute of it.”
Anakin kicked the Gungan’s cauterized stump with his boot, eliciting another yelp of pain from the Gungan. “If you could truly sense my feelings, then you would know that my hatred and repulsion for you far exceeded any pleasure I may have felt,” Anakin spat out, eyeing the Gungan angrily.
Before the Gungan could reply, Anakin heard the faint whine of a speeder engine coming closer. Abruptly turning around, Anakin suddenly felt a presence he hadn’t felt since…
Ferus! Anakin’s feeling of elation at feeling Ferus once more through the Force was quickly overshadowed by an oppressive feeling of dread of Ferus finding out what had happened to him. Moving fast, Anakin kicked the Gungan in the jaw again, and when the Gungan did not go down, Anakin delivered a second, more forceful kick, to the side of the Gungan’s head, finally knocking him unconscious.
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Ferus felt Anakin’s presence more acutely now as he drew nearer the forest clearing he had seen in his vision. Catching sight of Anakin running up to him, Ferus slowed the speeder down and practically jumped off, rushing forward to greet him.
The two Padawans embraced, holding each other for a long moment before finally separating.
Ferus was a bit surprised seeing Anakin free and moving about. He had expected that Anakin was in need of rescuing. Now it appeared as if Anakin had merely decided to take a leisurely stroll through Naboo’s forests without checking in. However, Ferus did notice something off about Anakin. For one thing, Anakin’s robes were oddly damp, but he could feel something was troubling him, something Anakin was purposefully hiding from him.
“Anakin, are you all right? You look troubled, not to mention wet.”
Anakin hesitated. He was about to respond with a typical “Yeah, I’m fine,” when Ferus moved past him and stopped in his tracks.
“Care to explain what happened here?” Ferus asked, gesturing towards the limp bodies of the four Gungans near the lake.
“I…um,” Anakin started to say, but stopped when Ferus placed a warm hand over his lips.
“If you need time to talk about it, take all the time you need. Just know that I am here for you, and always will be. In about an hour or two, Obi-Wan and Siri will be here to.”
A sudden look of alarm shot across Anakin’s face. It was bad enough that Ferus might find out, but Obi-Wan and Siri? Anakin couldn’t bear the thought of his Master learning what had transpired here.
Ferus picked up on Anakin’s panic, and took a step back. “Anakin, are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened? If you need time, I understand, but if there’s something that’s deeply troubling you…”
Anakin looked away from Ferus, and towards the Gungans. “They….I - I’m sorry, Ferus,” was all Anakin could manage.
Ferus didn’t press Anakin further, but he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and guilt emanating from him.
Ferus decided to give Anakin some space, leaving Anakin to mull over his thoughts as he slowly walked around the area. Ferus walked out of Anakin’s line of sight, and explored the other side of the forest clearing. It wasn’t long before Ferus found a small camouflaged crate lying askew on the forest floor. Picking it up off the grass, Ferus opened it and found some routine supplies, food rations, and several small cylindrical darts beside what looked like a small dart launcher, the kind favored by assassins and mercenaries.
Ferus was about to take the small crate back to Anakin when, out of the corner of his eye, Ferus caught the glint of a metallic object lodged into one of the tree branches on the far side of the clearing.
Sensing no imminent danger from the strange object, Ferus reached out with the Force to remove it from the tree branch and bring it closer to him. Grabbing hold of the device, Ferus recognized the basic design of a holoprojector, though much more compact than the ones Ferus had encountered before.
Ferus activated the device, and a small holorecording appeared in front of him. The images were fuzzy at first, filled with lines of distortion and the sound was barely audible, though Ferus suspected it could be enhanced if put through the proper filters. After a minute of trying to skip through the distortion by quickly forwarding through the recording, Ferus was about to shut the holoprojector off when the recording suddenly became almost crystal clear, with only a faint distortion present.
What Ferus witnessed next took him by complete surprise. He looked on in horror for several moments as the four Gungans he had seen earlier utterly used Anakin in ways Ferus had never thought possible. Ferus shut the recording off, realization dawning on him. He now understood Anakin’s stifling guilt and sorrow, as well as his dread at having Obi-Wan and Siri discover what had happened to him.
Ferus knew the Force had led him here for a reason, and he now knew that coming alone had been the right decision. Ferus Olin might have been an orthodox, by-the-book Jedi most of the time, but he knew better than to put this in his report.
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Anakin paced back and forth rapidly, periodically glancing over at the unconscious Gungans, wondering what he should do next. Ferus had given him time to think, and for that Anakin was grateful. He had almost told Ferus the whole story, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. If there was just a way for Ferus to know without having to tell him the details, Anakin would feel better. It was as if the words were a poison, and he couldn’t bring himself to take in any more poison today.
Anakin looked up as he saw Ferus walk quickly towards him. Anakin also saw that Ferus was carrying something in each of his hands. What in blazes….Anakin thought. Then, he knew. He knew.
In that instant, as Anakin locked eyes with Ferus, he knew without a doubt that Ferus knew what had happened here in this seemingly peaceful forest clearing on Naboo. Without having to say a word, he knew.
Anakin was surprised at the sight of the holoprojector, though he shouldn’t have been. He should have known that sadistic Gungan would record the whole thing. He only regretted not noticing the holoprojector sooner. Although, it was a way for Ferus to know without Anakin having to tell him. Definitely not the way he would have wanted Ferus to find out, but better than having to spend all that time worrying about when was the right time to tell Ferus, and how exactly he should tell him. He had suffered enough already; he didn’t want to spend days, weeks, months, or even years worrying about telling his lover the truth about what had happened on Naboo.
Besides, if there was anyone who could help him through this, it was Ferus. For all of Anakin’s pride and his constant rivalry with Ferus, he knew that he could count on Ferus to be there when he needed him the most.
Taking a deep breath, Anakin quickly explained how the Gungans had captured him at the spaceport, as well as the danger of Zan Arbor’s serum-infused darts the former Padawan-turned-slaver Gungan had somehow gotten a hold of. He stopped his explanation there, for there was no need to go any further. Ferus had seen what had happened, and Anakin was relieved not to have to explain how the Gungans had used him over and over again.
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After hearing Anakin’s brief story about how he had been captured, Ferus took his lightsaber and sliced through the holoprojector, forever destroying any evidence of what they had done to Anakin.
Anakin looked relieved as Ferus reduced the holoprojector to a smoldering pile of scrap metal, and Ferus gave him a warm, loving smile.
Ferus was about to destroy the small crate as well, when Anakin stayed his hand.
“Don’t. We have to have something to explain what happened to me to our Masters. Knowing how much the name Zan Arbor will put Obi-Wan’s hair on end will be more than enough to prevent him from questioning me too deeply on the Gungans who captured me.”
“You said you plan on wiping their memories? That Force-sensitive Gungan you told me about…there’s no way we could do the same for him. And should we? We could end up destroying his mind if we push too hard.”
“Ah, Ferus. Always thinking like a noble Jedi. Don’t you see: we have all the tools we need right here. Zan Arbor’s Zone of Self-Containment drug messed up my mind with only a small dose; imagine what a large dose of this new Force-blocking drug would do to that Gungan. We won’t actually use it on him, we’ll just see how he reacts when he’s threatened with it,” Anakin said, just as the Gungan started to stir from his position.
“Looks like we’ll get to test your theory,” Ferus replied.
“Before we do, I need to find out something,” Anakin said, moving closer to the Gungan.
“Where is the ship, Gungan? I don’t want to knock you unconscious again, really, I don’t.”
“A bit desperate aren’t we Skyw- and who might you be, Jedi?” the Gungan queried as he groggily pointed his head at Ferus.
Anakin grabbed hold off the Gungan’s leather vest, “Where are you hiding it? You have nothing to lose Gungan. If you tell us, we might let you go without turning you in. So, tell us. Tell us now!”
Anakin turned around and took four serum-infused darts from the case Ferus was holding and held two of them in each hand.
Sensing what Anakin was thinking, the Gungan tried in vain to get to the lake by crawling on the ground, only to be stopped by Anakin’s boot.
“Time for you to get a quadruple dose of your own, Gungan. You know as well as I do the kinds of things Zan Arbor puts in her drugs. They affect the mind, and the mind is a fragile thing. I would imagine you’d be able to recover from one dart, perhaps two, with time. I’m not sure what four will do to you exactly, but you would know more about that than I would.”
The Gungan looked with dread from Anakin to the darts he held in his hands. “How did you find those, I…I had them camouflaged.”
“That would be me,” Ferus piped in. “Camouflage might work on some, but not Jedi.”
“Please, I told you where the ship was. I…I’ll even let you have it. Just let me go. I won’t tell anything to anyone, I swear. You are Jedi, you can’t do this to me!”
“Stuttering? That’s a first for you, Gungan. You’re usually so well-spoken, I almost don’t know what to say. That drug must be more dangerous than I thought. Well, are you ready to tell us where that ship is?”
“It seems I have little choice in the matter. The ship is nearby, just on the other side of the lake in fact. You probably thought I was looking to escape underwater earlier, didn’t you. Hah! I was going to swim the breadth of the lake and then climb aboard my ship to bring reinforcements to take you down. You didn’t think I was going to let a prize like you get away did you, Jedi boy?”
Anakin refrained from kicking the Gungan in the face again.
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The other three Gungans had regained consciousness shortly after Anakin had interrogated the Gungan, and they had no choice but to agree to the deal their leader had struck with the Jedi. The three Gungans carried their captain along the shoreline of the lake, leading Anakin and Ferus to the other side where the ship was concealed.
After removing a camouflage net covering the ship, the Jedi saw it: the Gungan’s Nubian sheep, sleek and silver, reflecting the light off of its shiny exterior.
The Gungans lowered the boarding ramp and the Jedi followed them inside, wary of any possible traps. But there were none.
For the most part, the lead Gungan had been telling the truth. His “slaves” were in good condition, in luxurious quarters, but Anakin sensed unhappiness in many of them. He suspected the bit about eventually buying their own freedom had been a lie.
Among the crew on board, none were “loyal” to the Gungan: they were merely seasoned slavers doing a job that paid well.
Most of the slaves knew little about the Gungan, but one, a young battle-scarred male Twi’lek, seemed to have a history with and an especially intense hatred for the Gungan. Apparently the Gungan’s tale of getting slaves was a bit more sordid than he had let on.
After a long conversation with the Twi’lek slave, Anakin and Ferus finally heard something useful.
“So, he double crosses the Hutts in the slave market on Tatooine, then he forces me to serve on his crew! I mean, I can’t go back to the Hutts now, they’d kill me unless I was able to turn in the Gungan myself. And I know Jedi have a strict policy when it comes to putting criminals in custody. I’ve got a family back in the slave quarters on Tatooine, and here I am serving this monster all over the Mid-Rim!” the Twi’lek explained, letting his lekku droop in sorrow.
Ferus looked at Anakin as the two shared an idea without thinking. Anakin nodded at Ferus and turned back to the Twi’lek.
“I take it the Hutts would be most…grateful if you were to deliver this Gungan to them?” Anakin asked.
“But I can’t, you’re going to take him into-“ the Twi’lek abruptly stopped as he caught the grin forming on Anakin’s face.
“Really. You… you’d let me take him to Tatooine? The Hutts would kill him and I’d have my family back! If I sold this ship after I got there, I’d even have enough money to buy my freedom and the freedom of my family!” the Twi’lek exclaimed elatedly, reaching forward to hug Anakin and Ferus and nearly weeping with joy.
Anakin and Ferus each probed the Twi’lek’s mind to make sure he was telling the truth, and, unsurprisingly, he was.
The Gungan let out an audible gulp as the Twi’lek moved towards him.
“Jedi, I told you where the ship was, you…you can’t…”
“Whenever you deal with the Hutts, eventually you lose. Should have thought about that before becoming a slaver.”
After locking the Gungan up in a holding cell used for slaves, the Jedi left the ship in the capable hands of the overjoyed Twi’lek.
Of the rest of the crew and slaves, only the other three Gungans knew what had happened to Anakin; the others had been on the ship the whole time.
Ferus was more skilled at mind tricks than Anakin, so he Force persuaded the three Gungans to forget about being slavers and to rethink their lives. The three Gungans were especially weak-minded so it wasn’t that difficult to persuade them with the full power of the Force.
Although Anakin had been tempted to administer a more severe punishment for the other three Gungans, Ferus had convinced him that erasing their memory of what had happened and setting them on a fresh path was the best solution. Ferus even hypothesized that the Force-sensitive Gungan might have had a sort of Force hold over the minds of the other Gungans. Anakin admitted that it was a good possibility, and so they let the three Gungans go, where they would eventually return to their own people, clueless of the life they had led under the control of the being known only as “the Gungan.”
The rest of the Gungan’s crew consisted of seasoned slavers, about a dozen in all, and they were rounded up near the lake as Anakin and Ferus waited for Obi-Wan and Siri to arrive. The slaves also left the ship, excited to be out in the open air. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan and Siri would make sure the former slaves were given enough credits to have a fresh start at life and that the slavers were taken into custody. The Jedi might not be able to do much about slavery in the Outer Rim, but in the Mid-Rim and Core Worlds, the Republic held jurisdiction, and punishment for slavery was severe.
Watching the Nubian ship take off into Naboo’s atmosphere, Anakin felt like an incredible weight had been lifted off of him. He knew that the Gungan would face justice at the hands of the Hutts, and the Twi’lek would have his family back. He knew it through the Force, just as he knew that he himself would soon return to Tatooine to free his mother and the rest of the slaves. It would take time, but he would do it.
But, he also knew something else. Something that brought great joy to his heart. He had thought he would have to go on his quest to free the slaves on his own, but he knew now that Ferus would join him. Ferus, his rival, his friend, and the love of his life. The one who would always be there for him.
As the Nubian ship disappeared from sight, Anakin brought his gaze to Ferus. He looked into Ferus’s deep brown eyes and he knew.
Anakin saw the hint of a smile on Ferus’s lips, then turned his gaze to the group of newly liberated slaves running around the calm lake, waving their hands in the air and shouting cries of freedom.
Anakin was in a state of pure bliss. Seeing slaves run free as Ferus stood by his side almost made him forget about what had happened to him. Almost.
Healing would take time, but Anakin would have Ferus by his side, as his healer. Of that, he had no doubt.
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Epilogue: Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Stretched across his bed in his private quarters, Anakin felt a familiar presence from the other side of the entrance to his room.
“Come in,” Anakin whispered softly as Ferus took a few steps into his quarters.
Ferus took a seat on the edge of the bed next to an outstretched Anakin, and let out a heavy sigh.
“You’ll be pleased to know that the slavers we rounded up on Naboo have been given the maximum sentence. Obi-Wan and Siri made sure of that. As for the slaves, they were each given a stipend of credits and transport to whichever planet they wanted to go. A few even stayed on Naboo; it is a beautiful world after all.”
“Do you think Obi-Wan and Siri suspect anything about what really happened?” Anakin asked.
“No. They bought your story that you had gone undercover and infiltrated a criminal group on Naboo, and that you had to maintain comm silence during the operation. Obi-Wan sounded a bit annoyed that you chose to undertake a mission of your own, rather than complete your assigned mission to go to Naboo’s moon to settle a mining dispute. But when we showed him evidence that the criminal group had been slavers and drug dealers, dealing in drugs developed by Zan Arbor of all people, well you were there. You saw his face. The very mention of Jenna Zan Arbor being involved and developing new drugs was enough for him to buy your story, especially when we had the darts right there to show him. Some of the slavers we rounded up even confessed to meeting Zan Arbor in person, an added bonus to the credibility of your story. I’m sure Siri believed you too, and I verified everything you said, so I believe you’re in the clear now.”
“They also believed the part when you said you confronted the ringleader of the criminal group, a rogue former-Padawan-turned-slaver Gungan. They even verified that this was the same Gungan who had disappeared from the Jedi Order after failing his Trials years earlier. Obi-Wan looked a bit concerned when we showed him the Gungan’s severed leg and explained that the rest of the Gungan had been disintegrated when his own thermal detonator exploded in his face. But, everything we told them was true about the slavers, the Gungan being the ringleader, and Zan Arbor’s new drug. The only thing we lied directly about was how the Gungan died, although I hear that the Hutts favor disintegration in certain cases, so he may very well have been disintegrated…”
Anakin allowed himself a short chuckle and then looked affectionately up at Ferus.
“Thank you for everything, Ferus. You know, for not being your usual self and telling the Masters everything and how I’m such a bad Padawan and all that.”
Ferus rolled his eyes, then moved down to lock lips with Anakin, catching him by surprise.
Ferus felt Anakin’s wild passion as Anakin kissed him back, slowly rising up until he was sitting level with Ferus.
After a long moment, Anakin broke off the kiss and stared once more into Ferus’s deep brown eyes.
Ferus met his gaze, looking back into Anakin’s blue eyes, and wishing for all the galaxy that this moment would last forever.
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And so it is finished at last! This is my first adult fan fiction, and I plan on doing more. I might do a follow up story based on the quest of Anakin and Ferus to “free the slaves” and all that good stuff. I’ll probably also do a one-shot here and there with steamy depictions of Ferus and Anakin together. This story was focused on the Jedi and the Gungan, so including such a scene would have taken it a bit off-topic, but I will eventually write a more graphic encounter between Anakin and Ferus. I might even explore other areas of the vast Star Wars universe. If you have any comments or feedback, let me know. Thanks!
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