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Chapter 2

Emhyr walked calmly down the streets of Ares' capital city, his black cloak
wrapped tightly around his thin frame as a chill breeze ran through his slick,
black hair.  The avenues were empty of people, only the occasional storm
trooper stood upon a corner or terrace.  Using the Force, the Jedi fogged the
soldiers' minds, allowing him free access to the government sector and the
admin center.  Entering a large, marble-constructed building, Emhyr strode
boldly to the governor's office on the third floor.  Opening the door to the
waiting room, the Jedi proceeded across the carpeted floor to the inner portal,
then confidently entered the presence of Ares' current ruler.

Governor Tarth sat at a huge, oak desk, the table's surface piled with reports
and logistics information.  The man was old, with thinning, grey hair and a
large belly.  The Imperial uniform sat uneasily on the governor's bulbous
frame, the grey fabric wrinkled and un-cared for.  Tarth slowly looked up at
the intruder standing before his desk, the stranger smug and arrogant with
power.

"What do you want?" asked Tarth before he reclined within his large chair, the
leather creaking loudly under his bulk.  "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, I do not," replied Emhyr with an icy smile.  "But I do think that we can
help each other."

"How?" inquired the governor simply.

"You control one of the few worlds along the Rim with an operational
shipyard," answered the Jedi as he sat upon a chair facing Tarth's desk.  "With
the proper motivation, we can re- organize your garrison and resume production
of warships."

"Why bother," shrugged Tarth.  "Even at full capacity the shipyard can only
produce a few cruisers and maybe a Star Destroyer in seven months.  If we draw
too much attention to ourselves, one of the Imperial Warlords might get nervous
and attack this system."

"That is a risk," agreed Emhyr with a nod, "but not a very likely one.  The
warlords you speak of have few ships and even less motivation.  They concern
themselves with protecting their own small holdings and indulging their venal
appetites.  With focus and discipline, the two of us can rebuild the Imperial
war machine and restore order to the galaxy."

"Umm, an interesting proposal, but I'm just not interested," said Tarth with a
shake of his head.  "I want to protect 'my small holdings' as well.  The Empire
is dead, we can't change the way things are."

"You're wrong, but I can illuminate you," retorted Emhyr as he stared into the
governor's eyes, tendrils of the Force extending out to manipulate the weak
official's mind.  "You will give me full authority to command your men and
begin starship construction immediately.  I will act in your name."

"You will act in my name," repeated Tarth with a glazed stare.

"Good boy," grinned Emhyr with dark humor.



Mara reclined on her torn couch smoking a cigarette as someone pounded on the
door to her filthy apartment.  Muttering curses under her breath, the slim
young woman held the cigarette in her mouth while she staggered up and shambled
over to the door.  The redhead impulsively unlatched the flimsy portal, then
pulled it open to reveal the bulky mass of Capt. Berg.

"Master Berg!" exclaimed Mara in delighted surprise before she hurled her body
into the space pirate's embrace.  Berg chuckled in amusement, his large, meaty
hands caressing her back before sliding down to squeeze the girl's round ass.

"Still as hot as ever," rumbled the outlaw as he pushed Mara to arm's length,
admiring her curvaceous figure and full breasts.

"I was hoping you would come back for me," replied Mara in a quiet voice as
she looked up into the pirate's eyes with a hurt expression on her lovely face.

"Yeah, well, I'm back," coughed Berg uncomfortably before he shouldered past
the petite girl and invaded her habitation.  "Got any liquor?"

"Yes, I'll get it," replied the subdued young woman before she walked
listlessly to the tiny kitchen cubicle.  

Lt. Luki, Berg's right hand man, slid into the room, closing the door behind
him.  The pale- blonde man walked around the small apartment, checking
everything with a paranoid glare before moving to stand next to the room's only
draped window.

"So what're you doing these days?" inquired Berg curiously while he watched
Mara walk towards him with an open liquor bottle.

"This and that, doing whatever people will pay me to do," replied Mara with a
deep blush as she slid the tall bottle into Berg's grasp.

"Ah, that's good," said the pirate before he drank deeply from the bottle, his
cold eyes regarding Mara as he imagined all the sordid things she was forced to
do in order to survive.

"I'm taking you with me on my next run.  I spent most of my money on upgrades
for the 'Ravager, plus some down time on one of the Core's pleasure worlds, so
I'm a bit strapped for cred right now," admitted the muscled outlaw with a
shrug.  "But before we go, show me that you've still got it."

"Got what?" retorted Mara uncomfortably.

"That submissive Sluggorn training they beat into you," replied Berg with a
malicious grin.  "Take your clothes off."

With a wide-eyed, shocked expression, Mara slowly unzipped the front of her
skin-tight jumpsuit, sliding the gleaming garment to the floor.  The naked girl
clasped her hands together over her bush of red pubic hair, her thin arms
attempting to cover her round tits.

"Hah!  She's shy all of a sudden.  Don't you remember our time on the Sluggorn
sphere ship?  You weren't so hesitant back then," remarked Berg with a cruel
leer.  "Luki, go ahead and have some fun with her."

The thin pirate smiled in anticipation as he walked towards the trembling
young woman, his hands clumsily unfastening his breeches.

"Please, don't make me do this," begged Mara as her green eyes grew wet with
unshed tears.  "I love you."

"Then you'll do as I say, whore," snarled Berg before he took another long
pull from the liquor bottle.  "When I tell you to fuck Luki, you fuck Luki and
like it."

Mara's lips quivered as she turned to look at Lt. Luki, her body growing warm
with lust as her alien conditioning responded to her master's command and made
her horny despite her own wishes.  Luki stood next to the naked girl, grabbing
Mara by the head and forcing the girl relentlessly to her knees.  Mara choked
back a despairing sob as she looked up into the lust- filled eyes of Berg's
henchman.

"Suck it, bitch!" commanded Luki as he pressed Mara's soft, red lips against
his hardening cock.  Hesitantly, the Jedi girl softly kissed the head of Luki's
rod, then slowly licked the tip with her warm, pink tongue.  Unsatisfied, Luki
thrust his tool into Mara's small mouth, pushing the engorged pole down the
girl's tight throat.  The taste of cock filled Mara's mouth, triggering more of
her conditioning until she was sucking and licking the long rod eagerly.  Loud
slurping sounds filled the small, dimly-lit room as Mara's mouth moved up and
down Luki's cock, her red lips caressing and rubbing the pulsing tool.  Mara
moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching up to cup and squeeze her own creamy
breasts, her fingers pinching the pink nipples into hardness.  Luki groaned
loudly, his expression one of ecstasy as he held Mara's head and pumped his
meat into the horny girl's mouth.  Mara licked slowly down the shaft, stopping
to suck her lover's balls and roll them wantonly in her mouth.  Luki's body
jerked spasmodically, his breath coming in short gasps as the redhead licked
his testicles while rubbing his fuckpole with her delicate hand.

"I want to fuck you," gasped Luki before he lowered himself to the floor, then
pulled Mara on top of his crotch.  The young woman lowered herself onto his
quivering cock, her pussy enfolding the flesh rod as it slid down to Luki's mat
of crotch hair.  Mara moaned loudly as Luki's cock pushed into her womb, the
pole thick and throbbing as she began humping the man's crotch energetically. 
Man and woman groaned and gasped with sexual strain as their bodies grinded
together.  Mara's long, red hair flew about her shoulders as her round breasts
bobbed to her gyrations.  Berg smiled as he watched the naked girl fuck his
partner, his own cock growing hard as he enjoyed the beautiful Jedi submit her
body to his commands.  

Luki reached up with his thin arms, squeezing Mara's heaving tits tightly as
he thrust his cock into her ravenous cunt.

"Yes!  That feels so good," groaned Mara while she grasped Luki's arms with
her hands, her hips pumping back and forth as she allowed the man's pole to
enter her warm belly.

Luki and Mara moaned together in erotic bliss, the girl's pussy squeezing the
man's cock as they both melted towards orgasm.  Mara bent down to suck on
Luki's fingers as they kneaded and fondled her sensitive breasts.  The
redhead's smooth ass expanded and contracted as her hips pounded the thick pole
into her stomach.  Mara's legs grew weak as her pussy prepared to explode,
Luki's hands sliding down her flat stomach, forcing her to arch her back away
from him as he stabbed his cock into her slick vagina.  With a loud scream,
Mara orgasmed, her breasts thrust out as she covered Luki's meat with her tight
slit.  Luki shot cum into Mara's molten womb, her pink, dripping flesh encasing
his member until it was milked dry.  Luki pulled the naked, panting girl to his
chest, then kissed her roughly on the lips, his drooling tongue invading her
mouth lavisciously.

"Alright, party's over," growled Berg as he rose to his feet, then walked over
to slap Mara painfully on the bare ass.  "Get some things packed and let's go."



Emhyr sat in a round, candle-lit room, his legs crossed together in a lotus
position as he relaxed his mind and allowed the Force to work through him.

"Come to me, my queen," chanted the Jedi softly as he held his eyes shut and
projected his thoughts.  "You cannot resist my summons.  You will come to me
and surrender yourself to my will, and together we shall rule the galaxy.  Come
to me, Mara Jade."
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