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Star Wars- Mara Jade
by PJ
Chapter 4
Four years passed in the New Republic. Admiral Daala successfully invaded
Ares Prime and seized
its elaborate shipyard facilities. With the resources of Ares and its large
population, Daala swiftly constructed a sizable fleet of Victory-class Star
Destroyers and attacked three nearby systems. The lightly defended worlds fell
quickly to the Imperial Admiral's blitzkreg, giving Daala access to even more
raw materials and labor. The New Republic attempted to send a relief fleet to
liberate the Outer Rim worlds, but pressures by the Core governments blocked
any kind of military manuevers. The Core worlds wanted their own interests
protected, they cared little if some primitive backwater planets fell to a
petty dictator.
Mara Jade stayed on Yavin Four, learning the teachings of the Jedi from a
tired and cynical Luke Skywalker. He told her about the failure of the Jedi
Knights, how they were consumed in a war with the Shadow Academy. The Jedi
Master had attempted to find more young people with a talent in manipulating
the Force, but fewer and fewer seemed to exist. Fifty years after the Battle
of Endor, almost all Force-sensitive sentients had disappeared, only Luke and
the Solos' children could access the Force in any appreciative capacity.
Filled with despair, Luke returned to Yavin Four and sulked within the ancient
ziggurat that had once housed the Academy, dreaming of better days when hope
had filled the galaxy. Mara learned what she could from the bitter Jedi
Master, and in her few free hours, she listened to hyper channel communications
and monitored Daala's continued aggression within the Outer Rim. Four years
after her accidental jump into the future, Mara frowned with concern as she
listened to her comm system.
Admiral Daala's fleet had grown to almost Pre-Rebellion levels. She had
almost complete control of the Outer Rim, and now she was moving against the
Inner Rim worlds. A task force of three Victory-class and four Imperial
II-class Star Destroyers was heading straight for the Yavin system. Mara
jumped from her chair within the Dark Hand, then quickly ran down the entry
ramp and towards the towering stone pyramid of the Academy.
"Luke, we have to get out of here!" shouted Mara as she entered the
audience hall and stood panting
before the throne where Luke Skywalker sat broodingly.
"Daala's warships are coming this way," whispered Luke coldly.
"Yes, how did you know?" asked Mara.
"I'm a Jedi Master. I've studied under Light and Dark Jedi, which gives
me access to powers you couldn't dream of," replied Luke with a bitter smile.
"Well, if you want to stay alive long enough use those vast powers of
yours, you better come with me back to the Dark Hand," spat Mara as she crossed
her arms across her full breasts.
"You go, Mara. I'm staying here," said the Jedi Master as he reclined
limply within the stone throne.
"What?! You're crazy!" declared the young woman with wide eyes.
"Possibly. I'm also very tired. Go, leave me," ordered Luke wearily.
"I can't just abandon you!" shouted the red-haired girl desperately.
"It's too late for me, Mara," replied Luke softly. "May the Force be with
you."
Mara Jade pleaded with her eyes for Luke to join her, but the dark-robed
Jedi sat silently in his chair,
contemplating unknown mysteries. Sighing loudly, the slim girl spun on her
high heels and ran out of the Academy, leaving her master to his fate. As Mara
jogged towards the her bulky freighter, darkness fell across the jungle.
Looking up, Mara watched in awe as a huge Victory-class Star Destroyer entered
the planet's atmosphere and blocked the warm rays of the sun. The lovely
assassin and Jedi Initiate quickly climbed the entry ramp of her ship and
slapped the doorpad, which caused the ramp to rise and slam shut. Buckethead
spun its dome and watched its mistress run breathlessly to the cockpit. The
stocky droid rolled quietly after Mara, then took its place within a special
socket where the co-pilot's chair usually resided.
"Power up the engines, Bucket," ordered Mara as she activated the
Navigation systems and began
the plot for Hyperspace.
"Engines online and powering up," reported the R2 unit as turbolaser bolts
began falling on the ancient ruins of Yavin.
Mara bit her lower lip nervously as she raised the freighter with its
anti-grav drives, then began a steep ascent towards open space.
"A squad of TIE-D fighters has spotted us and is closing in pursuit,"
reported Bucket helpfully.
"Raise the shields and take control of the weapons turrets," ordered Mara
as she increased power to the main thrusters and aimed her ship towards the
twinkling stars. Green laser bolts flashed across the right-hand side of the
cockpit window, then the ship shuddered as it sustained a hit to its rear
shields.
"Rear shields are holding," said Bucket as it carefully aimed the dorsal
laser turret and fired a burst at the small, agile TIE fighter. The droid
brain piloting the starfighter evaded too slowly, then took a direct hit to its
right wing. The spinning ship exploded in a cloud of fire and debris as the
Dark Hand left the atmosphere of Yavin Four and shot towards open space.
Fiery flowers on the planet's surface marked the hits of lethal
turbolasers as the Star Destroyers within Yavin's atmosphere destroyed all
signs of the former Rebel base and Jedi Academy. Luke Skywalker stood within
the huge doorway of the Academy pyramid and watched the Imperial warships
destroy the last remnants of his futile dream. Smiling with fatal resolve, the
last Jedi Knight stared without fear as death fell upon him and ripped the
mighty stone ziggurat into tiny shards of rubble.
The Dark Hand shook wildly as three TIE-D fighters pursued it
relentlessly, pouring laser fire into its failing rear shields. Bucket
frantically acquired a target lock, then vaporized one pursuer with the ventral
laser turret. Gritting her teeth fiercely, Mara turned the freighter hard to
port, then fired the forward laser cannons into an advancing TIE. The droid
pilot didn't have time to react before its ship blossomed into a sphere of
white-hot energy. The Dark Hand flew through the glowing cloud of debris, then
latched on to the last TIE-D pursuer. The droid manuevering the starfighter
jinked and evaded in a predictable pattern as Mara waited for a weapon's lock,
then fired a full burst of laser fire into the helpless ship. The grinning
young woman deftly evaded the inevitable explosion, then stabilized her flight
orientation and prepared to make the jump to Hyperspace. Buckethead bleeped in
warning just before the Dark Hand slammed hard to port and the lights blinked
out. Mara was flung painfully against her chair restraints, then she latched
her eyes upon the diagnostic screens. The aft shields were completely gone,
and the flank shields were failing. Within the short-range scanners, two
Imperial II-class Star Destroyers were in hot pursuit, raining laser battery
fire around her small vessel. Wiping sweat from her smooth brow, Mara made
some quick revisions to her jump calculations, then grabbed the tall levers
that initiated acceleration to lightspeed. Buckethead moaned with worry as the
freighter took another hit upon the dorsal hull, then shuddered as it shot
forward into the blue-swirl of Hyperspace.
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A week and a half later, the Dark Hand re-emerged into Real space and
drifted helplessly without thrust. Mara had attempted to repair the damaged
sublight engines, but nothing seemed to improve their condition. The
red-haired girl slumped into a chair within the small rec area and admitted
that she would need help in order to escape this latest crisis. Her squat R2
unit bleeped loudly to get her attention, and with a sigh, the beautiful girl
rose slowly to her feet and walked to the cockpit. Flopping bonelessly into
the pilot's seat, Mara gasped in surprise as a huge Mon Remonda-class Battle
Cruiser
flew over the cockpit window, blotting out all of the stars with its vast bulk.
"They're hailing us," reported Bucket.
Pushing stray lockes of hair from her face, Mara cleared her throat and
pushed the transmit button of her comm system.
"This is Captain Mara Jade of the freighter Dark Hand," began the young
woman. "Are you a New Republic vessel?"
"Affirmative. This is the New Republic Battle Cruiser Wavecrest. Do you
require assistance?"
"Yes. My sublight drives were severely damaged in a firefight with
Imperial Star Destroyers. Can you tow me to the closest habitable planet?"
asked Mara sweetly.
"We sure can, Capt. Jade. Coruscant has several large shipyards that can
have your ship repaired in no time. My superiors will want to question you
about the Imperial attack," replied the male voice from the comm system.
"I think that I can stay long enough to answer a few questions," agreed
Mara reluctantly.
"Good. Wavecrest out," said the comm tech.
"The New Republic capital? Jeez, I really went off course," muttered Mara
in disbelief. Bucket blurped softly in agreement.
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The Dark Hand was tractored into orbit around Coruscant, then a waiting
shipyard pulled the damaged vessel within its cavernous interior. Mara shut
down all of the freighter's systems, then she went to her quarters to pack a
satchel bag with some spare clothes and other necessities. A shuttle docked
with the Dark Hand, and the slim, young woman quickly got on board with
Buckethead following faithfully behind her. The agile shuttlecraft left the
shipyard and descended gracefully into Coruscant's
atmosphere. Mara sat near a window and gazed at the brightly-lit landscape of
the New Republic's capital as the shuttle sped past the sprawling metropolis
that covered the entire surface of the planet.
The aerodynamic ship landed softly on a pad near the Imperial Palace, and a
smiling male guard met Mara at the foot of the shuttle's ramp. The Jedi
apprentice was led down enormous, arched hallways and gleaming, crystal
passages until she entered the Palace itself, which was dimly-lit and quiet.
The New Republic soldier was serenely silent as he led the way into a richly
appointed office with a dazzling view of Imperial City's towers. Mara gazed in
awe of the graceful buildings, it had been a long time since she had looked
upon them. The guard bowed low at the waist, then left the young woman alone
after he quietly shut the door. Mara didn't have to wait long before a
beautiful woman in her late twenties
opened the door and gazed appraisingly at her guest.
"So you are Mara Jade? Funny, I thought that you would be older,"
remarked the raven-haired woman as she sat down in a chair behind the room's
only desk.
"Time travel was merciful to me," replied Mara with a grin as she sat down
opposite the female official.
"Apparently," retorted the woman with a smile of her own. "My name is
Serilda Solo, and I am chief adviser to Prime Minister Diella Solo, my younger
sister."
"Yes, I've been keeping up the the Republic-Net transmissions," said Mara.
"Good. Then you know that bitch named Daala has been gobbling up as much
territory as she can get her claws into. I was told that you encountered an
Imperial strike force," replied Serilda.
"A small fleet attacked Yavin Four and destroyed everything on the planet.
Luke Skywalker was killed and his Jedi Academy was destroyed," reported Mara
sorrowfully.
"No great loss," said Serilda with a shrug. "Master Skywalker dropped out
of sight a long time ago.
Frankly, everyone assumed that he was dead by now. Besides, there haven't been
any new Force-sensitives to train in decades. Daala must be pretty paranoid to
attack a target like that."
"Luke was able to teach me quite a bit before he died," retorted Mara
defensively. "Any new Jedi will be a threat to Daala and her fleet."
"Perhaps," agreed Serilda soothingly. "But I fail to see how one girl can
defeat an entire Imperial Fleet."
"I may surprise you," said Mara with a predatory grin.
"I hope so, I enjoy surprises," commented Serilda with a lecherous smile.
"My sister will want to meet you and discuss how your Jedi 'talents' can be put
to best use. That can wait until morning, however. Are you hungry? I'll
treat you to dinner."
"Thank you, that would be nice," agreed Mara with a nod.
"Let's go," said Serilda as she rose from her high-backed chair and led
Mara out of the opulant room.
The two beautiful, young women left the administrative wing of the palace and
took a hover car into the entertainment district. Republic citizens milled
pleasantly around the various shops and restaurants of the area, and the two
women easily got a table at a very well-to-do eatery. A smiling girl with two
pink ponytails took their orders, which gave Serilda plenty of time to question
Mara about her training and life
one hundred years ago. Mara questioned Serilda about the evolving New Republic
government, its failure to learn from past mistakes, and its growing ineptness.
The dark-haired woman was very vehement about the weaknesses of a galaxy-wide
democracy, and she barely restrained herself from citing examples of Diella's
failure to generate reform. Mara listened with her chin resting on her right
hand, and she agreed with several of Serilda's observations. She also learned
that Serilda was quite gifted with the Force, while the younger sister was
reputed to be almost completely Force-insensitive.
Eventually, the food arrived, and the two women dug eagerly into their repasts.
The duo drank three tall decantors of wine with their food, and when the
dishes were cleared away, they were both quite tipsy.
"Do you have a place to stay?" asked Serilda as she dropped heavily into
the driver's seat of the hover car and punched in the coordinates of her
residence.
"No," giggled Mara as she reclined back into the plush passenger's seat
and closed her eyes.
"You can stay with me," insisted the lovely woman as she activated the
car's computer and let it drive them through the lightly travelled transport
paths. Twenty minutes later, the black hover car slid to a halt inside of
Serilda's garage and shut itself off. Serilda blinked her grey eyes drowsily,
then turned right to regard her lovely passenger. Mara napped quietly in her
seat, her large, round breasts rising and falling smoothly. Licking her red
lips eagerly, the attractive woman leaned down and kissed Mara lightly on the
mouth. The sleeping girl moaned softly as Serilda pushed her tongue slowly
past Mara's
slack lips and explored lewdly inside. Mara's eyes snapped open, then she
watched in surprise as Serilda pulled down her black, silk dress, exposing her
pale, creamy tits. The horny woman pushed her torso against Mara's face,
rubbing her soft mounds across the girl's moist lips. Mara groaned as
Serilda's flesh pressed into her mouth, then she shrugged to herself and began
sucking hungrily on the topless woman's breasts. Serilda moaned loudly with
pleasure as she stroked Mara's long, red hair and watched the girl bite her
nipples until they were hard and erect. The two young women kissed each other
passionately, entwining their delicate tongues together, then Mara licked the
panting woman's slim neck and inbetween her round tits. Serilda unzipped
Mara's skintight jumpsuit, then began squeezing and caressing the lovely girl's
heaving breasts. The young Jedi girl groaned pleasantly, then slid her right
hand down Serilda's waist and over her warm crotch. The dark-haired woman
moaned, then sat up enough for Mara to pull off her dress and toss in over the
car door. Serilda stood up on the car's long, front seat, then squeezed her
tits together as Mara leaned up and licked her dark-haired snatch with a wet
tongue. The naked woman shivered with excitement as Mara licked and lightly
sucked the folds of her labia, then plunged her tongue deeply into her vagina.
Serilda yelled with pleasure as the red-haired girl tongue-fucked her throbbing
cunt. Mara ran her hands over the naked woman's slim legs and firm thighs,
then reached below her own waist to stroke her wet muff. Serilda grasped the
head of the cushioned chair tightly and panted for breath as she grinded her
pussy against Mara's sucking mouth. Drops of sweat fell from Serilda's tits
and face as Mara burrowed into her honey box, licking the cum-soaked walls of
her fuck tunnel with lustful abandon. The naked woman gasped loudly as she
shook with orgasm, spurting warm fluids into Mara's open mouth and across her
face. The beautiful girl giggled as she licked Serilda's honey from her lips
and cheeks, then raised her head up so that the standing woman could lean down
and kiss her hungrily on the lips.
"I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight," whispered Serilda as she
took Mara's hand and led her out of the hover car, then into her ornate
quarters.
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