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Star Wars- Mara Jade
by PJ
Chapter 5
Warning. Adult material.
Mara Jade lay spread out on the white, silk sheets as Serilda Solo took a
hot shower in the nearby
bathroom. The young woman's long, red hair fanned out above her head as she
breathed deeply, causing her naked breasts to rise and fall pleasantly.
Serilda entered the bedroom as she dried her dark, raven hair with a towel.
The woman smiled lustfully as she gazed upon Mara's lithe body, then she
discarded the towel and walked to the foot of the bed. Slowly, like a cat
preparing to pounce on a helpless mouse, Serilda crawled up the bed until she
knelt inbetween Mara's outspread legs, then she leaned down to watch the naked
girl's red-haired snatch. Inhaling the naked girl's scent with relish, Serilda
softly licked the inside of Mara's thighs before she began sucking lightly on
the sleeping Jedi's
labia. Mara moaned faintly as the freshly bathed woman licked and sucked
hungrily on her clit, then inserted her warm tongue into the naked girl's slit.
Mara writhed with pleasure as Serilda explored her fuckhole, licking her
womanhood as if it were candy. The slim girl ran her fingers through Serilda's
long, black hair, then gasped as she unconsciously established a mental link
with the naked woman.
"I want Diella dead!" said Serilda coldly in the dimly lit room.
"And she will die, beautiful one, but it will take time. If we move too
quickly, some people within your government might become suspicious," replied a
large, tentacled alien within the shadows.
"I can take care of anyone within the government. The only thing that you
need to be concerned about is taking out that bitch, Daala. She could ruin
everything if we don't move quickly," hissed Serilda.
"Rest assured, the admiral will be neutralized soon enough," reassured the
alien before it chortled with laughter.
Mara snapped her eyes open as Serilda stimulated her love button and
brought her to orgasm, loud moans escaping her lips as her naked body convulsed
with ecstasy. Serilda lustfully drank her lover's warm cum, then licked her
pussy clean of fluids. Mara held tightly to the bed's headboard and tried to
make sense of the images her mind had received. Serilda rose from the panting
girl's crotch, then leaned forward to kiss Mara passionately on the mouth.
Parting with a thin trail of saliva, Serilda smiled in satisfaction, then got
off the bed and went to her closet to dress. Mara climbed off of the large
bed, then quickly grabbed her synthetic jumpsuit from the floor and slid into
it.
"I wish that I could stay with you longer," said Serilda as she donned a
twinkling, black dress that hugged her shapely body and had slits along the
sides that exposed her long, firm legs. "but I have several meetings today and
won't be able to see you for awhile. Go to one of the computer terminals
around the city, and you'll find a suite assigned to you near the Palace. I
think that you have an appointment to see Diella today, but check the system to
find out the time. Bye!"
With a quick wave and a flash of leg, Serilda left the room, then shot out
of the residence in her black, hover car. Mara watched the lovely woman leave,
then activated a nearby terminal and found several messages with her name
attached. Quarters had been assigned to her, along with a modest spending
allotment and the use of a hover car. Bucket had been taken to her new
quarters, and it reported that the Dark Hand was receiving repairs. Mara typed
in the summoning command for the hover car rental, then waited near the
residence's main door until the vehicle slid to a stop outside.
The Jedi apprentice left Serilda's home, then jumped into the waiting hover car
and accelerated quickly towards the old Imperial Palace. Red hair whipped
behind Mara as she watched small shuttles and starfighter patrols sail across
the clear, blue sky and land on various pads across the city.
Mara found her temporary quarters, then swiftly took a shower and changed
into a clean jumpsuit.
She patted Bucket's dome after he bleeped with concern, then she belted on her
blaster and lightsaber before leaving the small set of rooms and setting course
for the Palace for her interview with the Prime Minister. As she entered the
grounds of the Palace, the main computer of city took control of her vehicle
and drove it into a secured garage facility. A stern guard with domed helmet
and blaster rifle escorted Mara to the Audience Hall, where Prime Minister
Diella conducted much of the New Republic's business. Diella was a petite
young woman, with long, blonde hair and pale, white skin. Her eyes were large
blue, and today she wore the flowing, white robes of her office with its grey
neck chains. She sat pensively in the Emperor's Throne as military officials
reported the latest attacks of Admiral Daala's Fleet, while civilian leaders
emphasized the importance of protecting the Core Worlds against the reborn
Imperium. Diella sighed with relief when she saw the beautiful Mara arrive,
and she quickly took the opportunity to dismiss the group of men arguing around
her. With sullen whispers and sharp looks at the Jedi girl, the officers and
senators of the Republic left the room, then the large, arched doors of the
audience chamber were closed.
"Hello, my name's Diella Solo," said the Prime Minister as she rose from
the high-backed throne and
reached forward to shake Mara's hand. "I hear that you came from the past
accidently and that you're training to be a Jedi Knight."
"Well, I did come from the past, but I don't think that I'll ever become a
full Jedi. My master died before he could teach me everything, and I can tell
that my control over the Force isn't absolute," admitted the young woman
candidly.
"Thank you for being honest with me," replied Diella. "but I think that
you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. My Force talents are
practically nonexistent. My sister, Serilda, inherited most of the Jedi blood
that was left in our family."
"I met your sister," said Mara with a smile. "She's a very passionate
woman. I noticed that she's older than you, why isn't she Prime Minister?"
"My mother decreed that I be named Minister after her death. Originally
the office of Prime Minister was an elected one, the Senate chose who would
rule the Republic. But for some reason, after Leia Organa Solo became
Minister, the role became hereditary and was passed on to a daughter with Solo
blood in her ever since."
"Wow," replied Mara wonderingly.
"Now, please, tell me everything that's happened to you since you came to
my time period, and don't leave out anything!" emphasized Diella as she sat
down upon the Throne and listened to the Jedi girl tell her story.
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Commander Lene gritted her teeth as she flew her TIE Defender into line
behind an X-Wing and achieved a laser lock. Smiling coldly, the Imperial pilot
caressed her firing stud and shot a burst of green laser bolts into the
Republic fighter, shattering its shields and ripping its hull to shreds. The
Defender's battle computer blared a warning as someone got a torpedo lock on
her, but a few brillantly executed evasive manuvers got rid of the pesky
projectile. In the space surrounding Cmdr. Lene, starfighters danced around
each other and exchanged laser salvos as huge, Imperial II-class Star
Destroyers obliterated the few New Republic cruisers that protected a minor
world of the Inner Rim.
Lene turned hard to starboard and fell in behind two Y-Wing fighters. The
blonde-haired girl waited until she achieved target lock, then she fired a
burst at the trailing starfighter. The Y-Wing spun out of control as its left
engine nacelle exploded, then it blossomed into a cloud of plasma and metal
debris.
The lead Y-Wing made a fast roll and shot towards Lene, firing its dual laser
cannons at her. The Imperial pilot evaded quickly, but sustained a minor hit
to her ship's forward shields. Spinning in a controlled descent, Lene shot
upwards suddenly, firing two concussion missiles at the retreating Republic
fighter. Both projectiles slammed into the Y-Wing's aft hull and ignited the
ship into a ball of white-hot flame. Lene glanced at her short-range scanner
and saw that the Imperium vessels had control of space, the few remaining New
Republic ships were being chased down and obliterated.
"Beta and Gamma squadrons, return to your mother ships and stand down.
Alpha squadron, keep your eyes open and patrol the area," ordered Lene as she
turned her own Defender towards the ISS Havoc. The three-winged TIE fighter
rose slowly into the large Star Destroyer's hanger bay, then hovered into its
prepared docking slot. Cmdr. Lene pulled off her helmet and let her long,
golden hair fall down her back, then she climbed out of her ship and watched
technicians surround the starfighter and begin its maintenance checks. Lene
sighed softly to herself, then walked confidently to a nearby turbolift and
rose swiftly to the command deck. Carrying her shiny helmet under her left
arm, Lene nodded to some fellow officers, then she reached the door she sought
and pressed the chime button.
"Enter," invited a sultry voice behind the door.
Lene pressed the door stud, then waited for the portal to hiss open. The
lovely TIE pilot entered a dimly lit room, then gasped softly as she watched
Admiral Daala rise from a chair and reach forward with her right hand. The two
women shaked hands politely, then Daala moved close to the blonde girl and
hugged her tightly.
"I'm glad that you made it," whispered the copper-haired woman softly.
"Just another mission for the glory of the Imperium," shrugged off Lene as
she gently pulled away from Daala, then walked to a bar to pour herself a
drink. "The Republic squadron assigned to this planet wasn't very competent."
"After fifty years of peace, it was only a matter of time before the
weaklings in charge of the New Republic became complacent. It's inevitable
when you have a government that allows its subjects to dictate policy," replied
Daala as she moved over to the small bed against the far wall and leaned
against its headboard.
Lene swallowed the strong liquor in one gulp, then closed her eyes as the
fluid burned its way down her slim throat. She replaced the glass upon the
bar, then unzipped the front of her dark blue flightsuit
and climbed out of it. Daala pursed her red lips in appreciation of Lene's
naked body, then she began to take off her own grey officer's jacket. The
blonde girl crawled up on the bed and slinked like a cat up to the disrobing
admiral. She helped Daala take off her black jack boots, then pulled off the
skintight grey trousers. When Daala was completely naked, Lene moved forward
and kissed the copper-haired woman on the mouth, caressing her superior
officer's tongue with her own. Daala moaned softly as she returned the kiss,
then she began to lick Lene's creamy neck lustfully. The TIE pilot closed her
eyes with pleasure, then she knelt down to lick Daala's pert nipples until they
grew hard with arousal. Daala began panting softly as Lene sucked lightly on
her tits, moving from one firm mound to the other. The naked admiral put her
hands behind her head and held tightly to the bed's headboard as Lene's sucking
grew more urgent, and she stuffed the naked woman's flesh into her hungry
mouth. Daala was moaning loudly as Lene sucked and licked her heaving breasts,
then the girl descended to the woman's wet pussy with its bush of copper pubic
hair. Daala watched Lene with slitted eyes as the naked girl licked her
throbbing cunt lips, then thrust deeply into her honey pot with a agile tongue.
Daala gasped with pleasure as Lene licked the inside of her love tunnel, then
sucked wantonly on her erect clit.
Daala pressed her crotch slutfully against Lene's warm lips as the pilot
girl sucked greedily of her flowing honey, then smiled as Daala moaned with
orgasm and shot a stream of fluid into her waiting mouth. Lene held the
writhing woman's legs apart with her hands as she lapped up Daala's hot cum,
then she tenderly licked the inside of the admiral's firm thighs before she
playfully bit Daala on the leg.
"Ouch! Hey! Be careful! You might mar my beautiful skin!" warned Daala
as she brought both of her legs up against her stomach.
"Just kidding," reassured Lene as she rose up on her hands and kissed
Daala lustfully on the lips.
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