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Crime Lord of the Empire	By : Semangelof Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 50106 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It was never an easy task to search the dunes. Boba Fett usually preferred the crowded cities, where the prey was more likely to overestimate the benefit of melding into the populace. But sentient beings always left a trace of society behind, and even in the complete absence with cautionary avoidance, the hidden would stick out like a sore thumb. But here in the dunes, he had to rely on probes sent on low specificity scouting missions over a wide area, forcing him to investigate the rare blips of anomaly that would turn up. The most difficult part for the novice would be to spam indefinite amounts of resources. But experience had taught him that sentient beings, unlike the desert animals, glowed in the dark.
The Slave-1 was hovering in high altitude, where he could be lost in the vastness of atmospheric background noise, while gaining the benefit of swooping down on his prey on cue. Below him were gangs of search parties on skiffs, harrying the high yield targets at his beck and call.
But even with this setup, he had been laboring for a whole month. The initial sweep had successfully earned him the coveted Millennium Falcon, hidden in a rocky alcove, along with two Alliance star-fighters. The data he had gleaned from the Falcon, before turning all three ships over to the empire, betrayed the passenger manifesto. However, both the Jedi and the Cloud Baron had eluded his net. The tightened security, after weeding out the normal irregularities, resulted in finding an empty spot on the throne room guard list, where the Cloud Baron Calrissian had evidently murdered the previous incumbent and had left without a trace on the night of his informing Jabba of the Jedi threat. Calrissian had gleaned information of his audience with Jabba from a slave girl who received the dead body of the ruby Twi’lek, who in turn received the information from one of the deaf and mute guards. Jabba, foolishly, had the entire private chamber guard eliminated when Fett reported his findings. Fett understood the Hutt’s fear of being invaded in his private sanctum, but considering he had also breached that particular shell, he felt it wise not to bring it up again. Instead, he investigated the slave girls, without Jabba’s knowledge in fear of another purge that would defile the scent of the hunt, and uncovered it was not the fault of the guards, but a curious force sensitive slave dancer that Jabba had recently acquired.
She had put up quite a chase, Fett recalled. But Fett was no ordinary bounty hunter, and after chasing her outside the palace, he had finally ran her down amidst the heat of the Tatooine suns. Her abilities betrayed her identity, as Fett knew of only two in the entire galaxy capable of training and deploying highly proficient force sensitive agents. Fettered and struggling in ysalamiri, the agent remained recalcitrant to any form of interrogation Fett offered. Fett grudgingly reported to the Dark Lord with incomplete findings, as he partly feared it may have been Vader who had issued the agent. Thankfully, Vader had been amused.
“Mara Jade,” the Sith Lord said simply, providing a name to go with the silence. “So, the Emperor has a hidden agenda against Skywalker.”
“Yes, Lord Vader.” Fett concurred. “The agent Jade remained long after Solo and the Princess’s processing; she is after Skywalker.”
“You have taken precautions? The Emperor will sense something is amiss if his agent fails to report in.”
“I have, my Lord.” Fett carefully offered further advice, “Perhaps you should also be wary.”
Fett had much to lose if Vader fell to the Emperor. They had previously discussed the possibility and the contingencies should that come to pass.
“Concentrate on finding Skywalker.” Vader commanded. “My plans are in place, but only Skywalker may aid me in the final step.”
“If he refuses?”
“He will refuse, bounty hunter.” Vader said simply. “I only require that you capture him. Leave the rest to me.”
“As you wish, my Lord.”
For now, Fett kept the imperial agent in core of a double cage, surrounded by an outer layer of hungry starving ysalamiri. He had kept her drugged on psychedelics to send gibberish back to the Emperor, but time was running out. Sooner or later Vader and the Emperor would have to collide. And with the looming presence of a hidden Alliance threat, the situation became more precarious as time progressed.
Just then a signal chimed in. A hurried radio chatter from the closest skiff followed and was abruptly silence. Despite the obvious signals of a true confirmation, Fett’s pulse didn’t even quicken for a second as he calmly piloted his ship down towards the last known location of the skiff.
The cliffs were scattered with the remains of the battle. Fett was impressed that the Jedi, whom only a few months ago was merely a rebel with a relic, had now become a full grown threat. He went back to the cargo hold of his ship and carefully leashed the drug addled agent.
He didn’t have to even use a voice mimic in her delirious state as he issued orders for his dog to sniff out the fowl.
“Mara Jade, find Skywalker.”
With the infusion pump continuing a constant flow of psychedelics into her vein, Boba Fett carefully injected homing nanoprobes into her blood stream before setting her off in hunt of her prey. The agent was incredibly fast as he watched her disappear onto the horizon.

Luke had been evading Boba Fett for what seemed like weeks, with only a small ration that had now become nearly depleted. In his weakened famished state he had barely taken out the skiff. But now his senses alerted him to a fast approaching being, powerful in the force. He calmly stretched out with his mind, to try and conceal himself.
From across the dune hill jumped into view a sprite figure, with red flaming hair that seemed even to shimmer in the darkness of the desert night. A glint from her hilt betrayed she was armed with obsidian vibroblades of the Imperial Royal Guard. Pausing a while in a crouching position she quicky caught his scent as she immediately started running towards him.
She was on him in half a second while jumping and drawing her offhand blade and slicing down with her main hand. But Luke was faster, as he quickly side stepped and landed a punch in her back, sending her off balance.
“Jedi,” she snarled and leaped again without pause. Again she sliced mid air, as he somersaulted over her and reached out through the force to shatter her off hand blade. The assassin threw the broken sword away and hefted the main blade alternately between her two hands, feinting right and left.
Luke calmly drew his lightsaber in a defensive stance.
“I do not wish to hurt you. I sense your mind is not your own.”
“Die, Jedi!” the assassin howled as she took another leap. Luke was ready for her, tracing the path of attack in his mind. But their weapons met, they was shaken off their feet by blinding explosions.
“Fett!” Luke cursed under his breath.
Atop the hills, Slave-1’s contorted silhouette rose with a cloud of dust, firing area wide explosions at the two combatants. Luke jumped at his assassin, while fending off another volley of canon laser, and caught the assassin’s waist. He leaped back to another direction to avoid the course of target, pulling the assassin squirming under his grip.
“Too dangerous.” He whispered as he let the force shatter her remaining weapon. The assassin elbowed him hard in the chest. But Luke used that momentum to pin her arms on her back as he carried her into the cover of a nearby cave.
Fett’s canons could not reach them there, as Luke sped past the jutting rocks, heading deeper and deeper into the mountain. He could see that a thin injection line was pumping fluid into the base of her neck. Sensing an uncommon evil at work, he pulled the line out with his teeth. The woman fell limp in his grasp, and the sudden shift of weight made them topple over each other, tumbling into darkness.

Fett checked his scanners as the homing probes in Mara Jade’s blood stream reported their location in the canyon. The injectors were pulled out, but Fett calculated that he would find Skywalker, either whole or injured.

Luke carried the limp unconscious assassin through the cave. He sensed he was near the surface after cutting through rock to make a steady passage upwards. It had been three days since Fett had attacked him, and his hunger was getting the better of him. The drug addled assassin was gratefully in a comatose state and Luke had not dared to probe her thoughts, in fear he would wake to an unprepared sobriety.
Finally he broke through another opening in the cliff wall and set her down gently as he sensed the cavern for food. When he returned with a canteen of water and a handful of cave fungi, the assassin began stirring slightly. He proceeded to bind her wrists with strips of his cloak before edging some water into her cracked lips.
The assassin hungrily imbibed the foul water with little resistance to its decrepit taste.
“Coming around now?” Luke asked gently.
The assassin blinked a couple of times before she focused hard on him.
“What-“
“You’ve been injured. Try to relax.” He said calmly. She was wearing a skimpy outfit of a dancing girl. But he had observed some curious tattoos on the back of her hand, resembling, despite some flourish, the imperial insignia.
“Skywalker!” The woman almost shouted, despite her weakened state, as she clamored against the wall of the cave.
“You can call me Luke.” Luke offered a sheepish smile. Luke couldn’t help it if he was unaccustomed to women. The only women in his life had been Aunt Beru, Fixer’s girlfriend Camie from the Toshe station, Leia, and a handful of rebel officers and troop, the last whom he had rarely exchanged even a few words.
The woman frantically looked around her surroundings, immediately picked up a loose rock with her bound hands and lunged at him. Luke tripped her over, then gently caught her as he lay her down again.
“I get it! You’re trying to kill me. But I can’t have that.” Luke said simply. “It would help a lot for both of us to survive, if you stop doing that, you know.”
She seemed to relent a bit, after seeing how improbably she was to take down a full Jedi without weapons and her hand bound.
“Where are we?”
“In the middle of nowhere, it seems.” Luke shrugged, as he tried one of the mushrooms. It tasted foul and rich at the same time.
“Oh, I hope you can be more specific,” she spat, “if you were, as you suggest, expecting either of us to survive.”
Luke simply returned a smile. “I’ll work on it.”
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
“Do you… um.. want me to?” Luke asked incredulously.
It was her turn to be at a loss of words. “No. But why the hell not?”
“Look, if you really want to die, I suggest walking out into the desert. But I’m not going to kill you, or let yourself die, or anything.”
“I am your enemy, Skywalker.”
Luke shrugged. “I have no enemies.”
“You’ve enough blood on your hands to know that this is war.” She sneered.
“I fight the war because there are forces at work who will destroy only for evil. But even they are misguided. Am I the enemy of this mushroom?” Luke held up one of his harvest as exhibit, then promptly offered it to her. She grudgingly accepted.
“Don’t act so innocent, Skywalker. Tens of thousands are dead in that space station you destroyed.”
“What’s your name?” Luke asked out of the blue.
“You won’t get that information from me.” She replied, almost automatically.
“Okay,” Luke smiled. “I’ll call you Pinky, since you have a reddish like hair.”
“Call me Arica.” She scowled at his suggestion of the infantile name.
“Okay, Arica or Mara Jade or whomever you wish to call yourself,” Luke smiled, tapping his forehead to let her know he already sensed her thoughts and gleaned her name, “I just think it would be better for us to survive Boba Fett, who wants to kill or capture us both, and survive the desert, which doesn’t really care whether we live or die, and survive the hunger, which I can say is my worst antagonist at this moment.”
“Your friends are dead.” She prodded him for more aggression. But Luke simply sighed.
“Yes. I know.” Luke his grief in once more, and with a sigh, he let it pass. “They were dear to me. But I will mourn them when the time is right. Do you mourn your parents, Mara?”
She stifled her anger. “My loyalty is to the Emperor.”
“Mushrooms?”
She took some more he offered her, feeling invigorated. She took a deep breath, channeling her last reserve. When she felt she was ready, she leaped forward, aiming to knock Skywalker down. But, her trajectory was interrupted as she felt Skywalker hold her in mid air, again gently landing her to the ground.
“Dammit! Just kill me.” She shrieked.
“You are going to have to accept this Mara.” Luke calmly pulled his cloak over her as a blanket. “I am not going to ever harm you, if I can help it, nor have you come to harm.”
“Why, you idiot?”
Luke settled down across her, cutting up a rather large mushroom and stuffing her mouth with a piece. “I am a Jedi, Mara Jade. I do not go around murdering people for kicks.”
“I’m going to kill you someday. When you least expect me to. I will drive a blade through your heart.”
“I’m sure you’ll be the death of me,” Luke smiled. “Just please don’t murder me for now.”
Luke waved his hand over her face, and Mara felt herself fall into a deep slumber.

It was early next morning that Mara Jade awoke, refreshed from the sleep that Luke had given her. She had sweated profusely, in the aftermath of the drug intoxication, and felt both weak and strong at the same time. Not strong enough to wrest these bonds, she noted. Luke was not in sight, probably scrambling about harvesting more mushrooms.
His idiotic hillbilly innocence kept creeping up on her, when her mind was at rest. So, she kept herself busy of ways to accomplish her mission, kill Skywalker and return to the imperium. She wasn’t so deep in thought, so the sudden offering of mushrooms startled her to no end, eliciting a small squeak of surprise.
Luke chuckled as he sat down and fed her some roasted mushrooms.
“Wonderful way to use your Jedi weapon, Skywalker.”
“Think outside the box you’re trapped in, Mara. How I am a Jedi, how you are an agent of the empire, how we are chased by bounty hunters, how all this dwindles into songs in the dust in the great movement of things.”
“Oh, how holy.” She sneered.
“Seriously, Mara. What will happen to you when you die? We merely become of twinkle in the eye of the cosmos. Life, Death, Life, it all flows through the Force. It calls us, it leads us away. But we are merely a passing eddy in its great currents. You can feel that current Mara. Don’t blind yourself for human purposes to try controlling it.”
“That’s your religion, Skywalker.”
“Light, Dark, it has no meaning.” Luke ignored her retort. “Order, Balance, Might, Control, all these things are meaningless. Your master’s greatest folly is his will to live eternal.”
“What do you know of his plans?” she laughed. “You do not know the mind of my master. He has layers and layers of plans, hidden within plans. You are but a puppet dancing in tune to his orchestra.”
“I need not know his plans, to know they will fail.” Luke replied. “One cannot rule the Galaxy.”
“You do not fear the Emperor. That is your flaw.”
“I fear him, Mara. To the core of my soul, I know he can destroy me, corrupt me, perverse me. But neither can he withstand the nature of the Force. How old is he? A hundred? Older? Evermore, he tries to cling to his life, sacrificing others so he may live. Perhaps he may sacrifice you as well. But in the end, like all before him, he must die.”
“Don’t cower me into following your hollow path.”
“Have you ever seen an immortal, Mara? I have seen a Jedi a thousand years old, but even he would give his life to the universe, and he clings to it not.”
“My master knows of your Yoda.”
“He can no longer harm my master. He has nothing left to give, but his life, which he will surrender willingly, anyway.”
“Then topple over and die, make way for those who truly wish to make a difference, Jedi.”
“That is not for you to decide, nor your master, nor even I.” Luke finished his meal and annoyingly wiped the splotches off her lips.
“Stop that!” she snarled.
“Are you so unfamiliar with kindness, Mara?”
Mara saw the eyes of true unmolested sympathy in his eyes, and almost melted into them. His every word had begun to question her war. Her mind was unhampered, but she felt herself say, as if she were hearing someone else speak them,
“If only I could quit this life, Skywalker. I wish I could just leave this life.”
She felt his warm palm graze her face, tenderly. And she crumbled in his touch, pushing herself to feel his hand.
“Don’t give up on the only gift you truly have to be thankful for.” Luke said quietly.

It was well into the evening. Neither Luke nor Mara had not spoken the whole length of the day. Luke didn’t want to interrupt her self reverie, and Mara was truly lost in her own thoughts even to notice how time had passed. Luke had lit a small fire for her benefit, as she had been shivering unconsciously, both from her weakness and the drug withdrawal.
In truth, despite his sagely words, he had fallen in love with his captive. He watched her solemnly as she would suddenly burst into tears, then remain calm. He would place his hand on her forehead to wipe away a trickle of sweat, then a tear. Punctually, when meal time approached, he would leave to harvest some more fungi, deeper and deeper into the cavern. Luke, himself, exhausted, was exerting most of his energy in trying to help her out of the drug fever.
As he scanned her body with his mind, he touched upon the old bruises and scars both running extensively throughout her mind and body. He had found a surprising trace of artificial consciousness raving throughout her body. On concentration, he could identify thousands of little probes. The force guided him as he spent the day patiently crushing each one, one at a time. When he was certain he could detect no more probes, Luke fell over, exhausted.

The next morning, Mara Jade looked over Luke Skywalker’s body, laying inert on the floor. She carefully crouched over, and retrieved his lightsaber from its holster. Carefully switching it on, she successfully released her bonds. She walked over to the motionless figure, raising her saber and ready to strike.
And she waited.
She waited for the urge deep inside. She waited for the voice of her Master to command her to finish him. But somehow, she heard nothing. She could not hear her Master, feel his presence, feel his lust to strike his enemy down. All she could hear was her own thoughts, and her thoughts were pleading for her to reconsider.
After a few minutes, standing over his body, she holstered the lightsaber on her own belt and snuggled beside Luke, covering them both with his cloak. She lay facing him, watching his breathing, and feeling his respiration lull her into a peaceful relaxing comfort. Her fingers reached up to trace his sandy hair out of his eyes. And she leaned over to kiss him on his forehead. He felt warm, like puppy dog warm. She playfully pulled his head back and looked at his face.
“You’re pretty good looking for a Rebel scum.” She smiled, and carefully placed her lips on his.
In response to her gentle touch, he let out a snore. Scowling, “Oh, and is that how the Jedi say thankyou for a lady’s lips?”
Certain that he was more passed out that she had expected, she playfully bit his lips. She was mildly surprised when his hands began to move, and she let them slowly encircle her waist. She moved her tongue along his lips, first pecking him gently, then pressing forward. He responded by pressing his lips against hers. His warmth entered her mouth, mixing fluids as she felt their warm tongues encircle each other like coiling fingers of shy lovers. Her hands moved over his coarse black robes, finding an entrance, she slid a cool slender ornamented hand into the opening. His hand grasped her waist firmly at first, but becoming adventurous, let one snake up along her taut belly. Her flimsy dancing girl outfit offered little resistance, as it was designed more to invite hands into the fold, he easily traced her breasts, and then her nipples. His fingers played on them a while, before his hands crept up to her shoulder straps, teasing them down her arms.
Mara had serviced many men in her past out of duty, but never before had she thought the act of sex would be tender. She had received training to seduce men, make them do her bidding, turn their will, but never had she thought to satisfy herself. But now, her body responded on its own, and her mind simply drove it to a more tender state. Her hips shifted their weight as her legs encircled his waist. And almost unconsciously, she began to grind her pelvis along his stiffness she felt through his robes. Her movement quickened, as she heard his breathing quicken in response, and she let her arms free from the outfit. He latched onto her breasts hungrily with his hands, but softly, and lightly cupped them. Bringing himself up, he kissed her like a courteous gentleman, before his lips tickled her neck and down to her breasts.
“Luke,” she whispered, as she ran her fingers through his hair. She reached down to unfasten his robes, opening up his member to the cold air of the cave. Forcefully, she shoved him back, crouching down to claim his member.
Luke reclined in surrender, but all he could let out was her name. She could feel his heart pounding as she kissed the tip of his penis, her hands softly tickling his balls. She began to move her tongue up and down his shaft, anointing it with her love. She wanted to pleasure him. Some small mix of gratitude, and repayment for the tenderness. She remembered her training, and let her lips enwrap his balls. But he interrupted her act, as his hands made its way down to hold her face, he brought her up to him, looking clearly into her eyes, his blue into her green. He kissed her. He didn’t want her gratitude, he seemed to say. He didn’t need her to service him. He didn’t want her to go down on him. He wanted them to join.
She could feel his mind, and with the Force, their minds coupled more strongly than any lover she had ever had. She could feel his mind, not as distinct thoughts and echoes, but as a soft cloud of comfort, and she let her mind become lost in his pleasant innocence.
With her hand, she guided his shy but angry manhood into her own cave. It’s walls already moist with a tenderness ready to embrace him. She slid down, closing him within her, as she felt his member cooing and purring against her vaginal walls. By now their tenderness gave way to their passion and she felt more hungry for him. As if only he could fill the cavity of life that he had uncovered as a dark void in her mind. She moved on him , starved for him. And he gave her all he could, giving up all his emotions he had bottled up for this one moment to whom he could surrender completely. Soon they began to move as one, rhythmically undulating to music only they shared in the silence of the cave.
And like he said, she thought, there was no emperor, no enemy, no lines that crossed the skies. There was only a warmth and embrace of life, he had promised. And it was blissful, but quiet, gentle and unassuming as he. She could see the light showing in his eyes, and it pleased her to the core, that this man was hers.
And Luke looked up at his lover, for that was what she truly became to him. The one he cared for with the small selfishness he could manage to muster for himself. For this one he seemed to have existed. And he was content even if he should stay in this cave with her forever.
Morning became noon as the two lay naked in embrace, lulled from wake to sleep only by the whistling of the wind.
“You tricked me into having sex with you, Skywalker.” She teased him. “I bet you go around the galaxy telling every captive imperial woman the stuff you told me.”
“Uh, huh. And I always feed them mushrooms, for torture, so they’ll eventually succumb to my evil plans.” Luke chuckled.
“Ugh, we should get dressed.” She stood up, letting his love juice trickle down her legs. Oddly, she felt all the more clean for it. Almost proud to have had him as her lover. ‘The only innocent gentleman in the universe, and I fucked him crazy.’ She smiled to herself.
They gathered their clothes, and Mara noticed she still had his lightsaber. She felt guilty as the memory of her trying to kill him this morning returned. But Luke didn’t seem to mind. And Mara covered her self in his cloak, determining to return his lightsaber when he wasn’t noticing.
‘Besides, he probably knows I have it anyway.’ She thought to herself.
As if reading her thoughts Luke leaned over, kissing her, “I’ll be back with something to eat.”
As she saw him leaving down the cave she called out, “You don’t always have to be the hunter-gatherer, cave man.”
Luke’s laugh disappeared into the darkness, and Mara sat down, thinking of what had been the turning point of her life.
“Sex with a Farmboy!” she laughed to herself, tracing circles in the dirt.
Luke was not gone a few minutes when a sudden explosion knocked her from her feet. All Mara could hear was the ringing in her ears as she tried to see through the smoke and dust. She ran to the crack in the cave through which they had emerged, hiding behind the debris. The smoke had barely settled when she could make out the silhouette of the Mandalorian armor. Her eyes widened in shock as he leveled his blaster at her. Her instinct allowed her to survive, as her training kicked in and she flipped backwards. She hit her head on the tunnel roof, and her unconscious body fell rolling away into the abyss.
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