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The Sinking of the Cerulean Bliss	By : Meowshi Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After a while, the Consular-class starcruiser had put enough distance between itself and Dorumaa for Master Ebonvar to activate the autopilot.
Rising grimly from his chair, he turns to glance at me with an admonishing look, but I am busy running my fingers along the backside of my thong to pull the taut fabric out of my ass. The intimate act horrifies the chaste Jedi and he points to the locker in the corner of the cockpit with an awkward cough.
“Your robes are in there, Padawan Shannik’eava. Kindly dress yourself.”
I smile excitedly, eager to be properly dressed again. I had seen more than enough naked flesh over the past few weeks, including my own. As I retrieve her robes from the locker, I place the documents Ihad stolen from the Black Sun criminals on the bench beside me.
“What's so important about those anyway?” Xxanthippe asks, indicating the papers.
“The Black Sun has started kidnapping and ransoming the family members of Republic Senators,” I explain to her as I pull my robes down over her head. “This is a list of bank accounts, paid-off officers, safe homes; basically all sorts of things that will cripple their operation and save lives.” A Jedi is supposed to be humble, but I cannot help being proud of my successful mission.
“So you really are a Jedi?” Kreo asks me skeptically.
“A Jedi learner, yes,” I say with a broad grin, extending my hand and making the flaps on the boy’s loincloth leap up.
“Wow! That's incredible!” the boy squeaked as he slapped his hands over his crotch, too impressed to be properly embarrassed.
“My apologies young ones, I don't have any clothes for you two,” Master Ebonvar said, addressing the two slave-children as he began getting dressed in his own robes.
“It's fine, I was born on the barge. I'm comfortable like this,” Xxanthippe said, reclining in her chair with her legs splayed open in a relaxed and casual manner. Her translucent leggings reveal her metallic vulva which glints in the light from the starcruiser windows. Her face is expressionless as she surveys her surroundings, seemingly unconcerned by the fact that she is revealing her intimate parts.
Master Ebonvar began frowning so hard that I thought his face might just collapse in on itself, so I decide to change the subject.
“It feels so good to be in actual clothes again,” I say to him, while patting my robes appreciatively, “It was mortifying walking around half-naked for so long!”
Master Ebonvar was surprised to hear this.
“What do you mean by that, Padawan Shannik'eava? I only agreed to this mission because I was under the impression that Twi’leks don’t mind nudity. I wouldn't have accepted it if I’d known you would be uncomfortable.”
I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes and shot my master an incredulous look. The man was a brilliant Jedi and powerful in the ways of the Force, but he had all the social intelligence of a rock. And not a particularly charming rock either.
“You’re thinking of Twi’leks who grew up on Ryleth, Master,” I remind him with a casual shrug of my shoulders, “The planet is very hot and humid, so my people tend to wear very little, even in public. But I didn’t grow up on Ryleth, I grew up in the temple, like you. I don’t even like to use the showers if there are other girls in there.”
“That amount of modesty is worrying,” her master said while stroking his chin, “The Jedi manuscripts teach us that our bodies are but vessels for the Force; meat and bones to house our luminous beings-”
“I’ve spent the last few weeks getting pinched and felt up by men three times my age! I think I’m due a little modesty!” I huff indignantly, not appreciating being lectured to after the days of humiliation I had suffered. My emotional outburst causes the Master Jedi to frown and look away.
An awkward silence descends upon the aircraft as it slipped into a space lane, and finally, the tension became too much for me to stand.
“I know you’re probably disappointed with how I performed during the mission, Master. But there’s a valid expla-”
“Who are these children aboard my starship, Padawan Shannik’eava?” Master Ebonvar asked, cutting me off mid-sentence.
My expression fell as I realize this was going to be one of those conversations.
“I had to get them out of there, Master! My actions put them directly at risk. Does the Jedi code not teach us to take responsibility for our actions? To set right the wrongs we put out into the galaxy?”
“Do not attempt to twist the words of the code to justify your flagrant flouting of the rules! You know what the code decrees. We do not put thousands of lives at risk to save one or two,” my master shouted, admonishing me.
“She just did what a hero is supposed to do! She saved the lives of innocents!” Kreo suddenly interjects, jumping up from his seat and clenching his hands into fists.
I immediately motions for him to sit down and shut up. Although it was cute how he leapt to my defense, he wasn’t helping at all.
“And just what exactly happened when you stole those documents?”, my master continued, ignoring the boy's outburst, “This was supposed to be a stealth mission!”
“The tonic you gave me wore off too quickly,” I answer defensively, “I had to think on my feet!”
“If you ask me you weren’t thinking at all! Do you understand the ramifications your actions might have for the galaxy at large? The Cerulean Bliss is owned and operated by the Pyke Syndicate. If they and the Black Sun cannot work this disagreement out amicably, then it will mean a gang war sweeping across the entire Outer Rim! How many might die over the coming months because of your irresponsible actions today Did you think about that?”
I was at a loss for words as this line of questioning continued, shame and regret slowly growing in me. Fresh tears escaped my eyes as I considered the consequences of the decisions I had made, feeling torn between wanting to accept responsibility and hoping that I hadn’t unleashed some terrible calamity on the galaxy.
“Ahem, well...that remains only speculation,” my master said, immediately softening upon seeing mydistressed face, “What is certain is that the information you recovered is invaluable and will save hundreds of lives. I am - well, you should be proud.”
I look up at her master and smile. Although was he said seemed cold and detached, for him, that was actually an incredibly kind gesture.
“Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to ask about your mission, master!” I say, suddenly shooting up, "Were you successful in tracking that Trandoshan assassin hiding out in the dancer’s parlour?”
“She won’t be bothering anything ever again…,” the Jedi Master responds gloomily and turned to stare out of the port side window. He always got melancholy when he was forced to take someone’s life. I had never killed anyone before, but it was more out of a lack of opportunity than a deep, moral objection to the idea. The Jedi Code taught that all life was precious, and so I had little to no qualms about ending a threat to save innocents. A Jedi saved me in my youth, and I felt like I owed it to the galaxy to pay that kindness forward.
“You know, I always knew you weren’t a normal slave-girl,” Xxanthippe suddenly offered, having apparently grown bored of our conversation.
I turned to look at her skeptically, but Kreo jumped in to back her up.
“No, it’s true!” he said grinning, “She always said it behind your back. Thought you were a fake or somethin'.”
I blink in confusion.
I thought I had blended in seamlessly!
“How could you possibly tell that I wasn’t raised in captivity like the rest of you?” I finally ask, wondering how I had slipped up.
“Du man-tah Huttese goola!” the metallic girl replies with a smirk.
As I was only a novice in the language, it took me a few seconds to realize that the girl had said, “You speak awful Huttese!”
“Hey!” I cried out defensively, and we all began to laugh. Even Master Ebonvar had to stifle his own smile as our ship sped lazily toward Coruscant.
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