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Star Wars- Mara Jade
by PJ
Star Wars universe owned by Lucasfilm.
Chapter 1: Caught By The Hands of Fate
Minnacora System
March 16, IY(Imperial Year) 32
The smuggler and Jedi apprentice, Mara Jade, lurched in her piloting
chair as the Carrack-Class light cruiser, Thunderbolt, fired a salvo of
turbolasers at her small freighter's weakening shields. Mara turned her ship
hard to port, then dived down to evade the stream of ion bolts that slashed
past her previously position. The young woman brushed sweat from her smooth
forehead as she spun to face the advancing cruiser and fired two concussion
missiles from the launchers of her YT-2400 freighter,
Dark Hand.
The two flaring projectiles smashed into the Thunderbolt's shields,
doing minimal damage. The cruiser returned fire and knocked Mara's ship into
an uncontrolled spin, until she performed a series of rolls and began to
speed away from the agile warship.
Mara quickly typed commands into her ship's computer to begin hyperspace
computations, then lurched as her vessel took another hit.
Aboard the ISS Thunderbolt, Admiral Daala sat pensively in her command
chair and watched out of the main window as bursts of laser fire rained down
on the small freighter.
"Damage report on target," demanded the slim young woman.
"The freighter's shields are down to forty-percent. Estimate total
shield collapse in thirty-five seconds," responded a male tech in the
operations pit.
"Make it twenty-five seconds," said Daala coldly as the smuggler's ship
took another hit to its main hull.
Aboard the Dark Hand, Mara struggled with the sub-light engines and
tried to coax more speed from them as laser fire illuminated the cockpit.
"Buckethead!" screamed Mara at the top of her voice. "Get me more
power to the engines!"
"At once, Mistress," replied a robotic voice from deep in the primary
hull. In the Engineering section, a black and red R2-D2 droid attempted to
shunt power from the weapons array to the engines, increasing the freighter's
forward velocity. Mara performed another evasive formation as ion bolts
slashed over her cockpit window. The Nav computer beeped, relaying that it
had calculated a jump route. Hissing with relief, Mara pulled back on the
lightspeed toggles just as the Thunderbolt smashed several ion beams into
Engineering. Buckethead screeched in alarm as power conduits overloaded and
exploded brilliantly. The entire freighter listed to port as it entered
hyperspace and spun out of control.
On the Thunderbolt, Admiral Daala watched in alarm as the Dark Hand
entered hyperspace, creating a multi-hued vortex of energy that began to suck
the cruiser inside.
"Full power to forward shields! Full reverse on engines!" shouted Daala
as her ship
began to vibrate violently and list from port to starboard.
"We're caught in an extremely strong gravametric field!" reported a tech
as the bridge crew frantically tried to extricate the ship from the vortex.
"The engines aren't strong enough to pull us out!"
"Keep trying!" ordered Daala just before the Carrack-Class cruiser
propelled forward into the vortex and disappeared from Real space.
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Mara Jade awoke with a throbbing headache as she slowly sat up and
blinked her wide, green eyes. The cockpit controls were still active, but a
quick diagnostic showed that the hyperdrive was offline. Staggering to her
feet, the lithe woman made her way slowly to Engineering and found Buckethead
covered in burnt cables and hull
supports. Mara dug out her droid companion, who beeped at her in
appreciation. The duo quickly assessed the damage to the sublight engines
and began to make repairs.
After two hours, the sublight drives were functional, and Mara quickly
returned to the cockpit to plot a course. Sitting heavily in her pilot's
chair, Mara finally noticed the Thunderbolt drifting in front of her, its
power systems apparently offline. Not taking any chances, the beautiful
smuggler re-engaged the engines and flew the Dark Hand quickly away from the
Imperial vessel.
Admiral Daala scowled in displeasure as she stood before a systems
console and examined the extent of damage to her ship. Engineering reported
that main power would take three hours to restore, and all the defensive
systems were offline. Short-range scanners showed the small freighter making
a quick exit out of the system, and there was nothing she could do to stop
it.
"When I catch up with you, bitch, I'm going to enjoy making you scream
for mercy," hissed the redhaired young woman as she glared at the retreating
freighter.
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Kochab System
March 17, 132 IY
"What?!" exclaimed Mara Jade as she reclined in a chair within her
living quarters and sipped a brandy lightly.
"The Dark Hand has travelled forward in time about a century," replied
the R2 droid calmly. "We appear to be in the Kochab System, on the other
side of the galaxy."
"How could this happen?" asked Mara as she gulped down the rest of her
brandy and quickly refilled her glass.
"Evidently the ion blasts that damaged the engines created some kind of
temporal anomaly when we entered hyperspace. The resultant disruption hurled
us through time and space to this location. Actually, Mistress, we're quite
lucky. We could have been destroyed or stranded in hyperspace forever."
"My luck's been bad lately, but not this bad," muttered Mara as she
took another long pull of brandy and lay her right hand against her forehead.
"Do you want me to continue repairs, Mistress?" inquired the squat,
little robot.
"No, I need you here for awhile," replied Mara as she slowly untied her
long, ponytail of red-gold hair and combed her lovely tresses out so they
fell like water over her shapely shoulders and back. Buckethead bleeped in
resignation as the slender young woman unzipped her skintight, black jumpsuit
and pulled the shear fabric from her naked body.
Mara returned to her seat and motioned Bucket over to her as she spread open
her legs and licked her lips lustfully. Bucket opened a panel in his torso,
and a large, vibrating dildo emerged and extended toward her reddish snatch.
Mara moaned lightly as the droid
caressed the rod across her warm pussy, then gently inserted it into her
cunt. The naked girl moaned loudly as the R2 unit plunged the vibrating cock
deeply into her pussy and began pumping it in and out her her womanhood.
Mara's slim, shapely body twitched and jerked as she pushed her crotch harder
onto the dildo and felt waves of sexual pleasure slam into her brain. She
caressed and squeezed her round, full breasts as the droid fucked her with
its hard, rubber cock. The girl panted for breath as the dildo probed her
vagina and caressed her throbbing pussy. She grabbed the armrests of her
chair for support as she thrust harder onto Bucket's cock and smiled
hungrily. The redhaired girl orgasmed with a shout and a spurt of warm cum,
then she knelt down in front of Bucket to lick its rubber cock clean. She
moaned softly as she tasted her own love honey and sucked eagerly on the
vibrating rod. She licked along the surface of the dildo, then rubbed the
extender arm with her left hand as she returned to sucking wantonly on the
tip of the cock. Bucket hummed excitedly as the naked girl stood up and
turned her back to the droid, then leaned forward against the chair so her
shapely, smooth ass thrust forward towards the robot.
Bucket bleeped as it rolled forward and stuck the warm dildo into her
hungry pussy, thrusting deeply into her cunt as she moaned loudly and
squeezed her tits. Mara fucked to rubber cock lustfully as she licked her
engorged nipples and sucked on the fingers of her right hand. Sweat
glistened on her creamy, white flesh as she humped the rubber cock and panted
loudly, her moist, red lips pressed in a sexy pout as she pushed harder
against Bucket's tool. Metal tentacles emerged from compartments in the R2's
torso and wrapped themselves around the naked girl's heaving breasts, thighs,
and slim throat. Mara smiled and moaned with pleasure as the metal limbs
squeezed her breasts tightly and fingered her anus lightly. The rubber
vibrator left her tight pussy, and an engorged metal cock pushed deeply into
her cunt, filling her love hole with pulsating esctasy. The girl screamed as
she orgasmed again, luscious cum trickling down her slim thighs and over the
metal penis. Bucket purred as it pumped its tool deeply into her sucking
cunt,
then inserted a tentacle into the naked girl's slack mouth. Mara moaned
deeply as she took the limb into her warm, moist mouth and sucked slutfully
on it, letting it push deeply into her throat. Metal limbs squeezed and
caressed the soft flesh of her full tits as she rode the droid's cock and
sucked eagerly on the rod in her mouth, licking its cold, metallic skin, then
sucking deeply on the head. Bucket burbled as it shot coolant across her
face and heaving breasts, then spurted warm fluid on her firm ass. Mara
smiled lustfully as she licked the harmless fake cum from her chin and
nipples, then rubbed her wet crotch with a delicate hand and sucked her
fingers clean of jism.
"Now you can finish the repairs," whispered Mara as she leaned down to
kiss Bucket softly on its dome, then flopped down on her small cot to rest.
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