From The Ashes of Empire

Chapter 4


Nightfall on Dantooine, Refugee Camp outside the destroyed Jedi Academy


Nevara could not hide the shock of the sight before her; she already knew the Jedi Academy had been destroyed, but to see it like this. The death that must have occurred here among the people she knew, she could only hope some of them managed to escape into the Dantooine plains, perhaps they were hiding out there still.


The camp outside of the Academy must have been the home to thousands of people, many of them ill and destitute. Many would have lost their home with the destruction of the Academy; many more would have been stranded here with no way to leave the planet.


Nevara wandered through the camp, offering aid where she could, many were happy to accept her ability to heal, the thought that a former Sith Lord would spend time walking among the ragged survivors of a Sith bombardment was not lost on Yuthura, the more she saw of Nevara the more she loved her, and all thought of the Sith and what they had done only increased her anger towards them.


Some of the faces were known to her, other Jedi who had remained with the camp to help as she was now doing. She wondered what had happened to some of the survivors she had brought from Taris, some had settled here on Dantooine, she could only pray they had found sanctuary. In a camp of so many thousands, she was unlikely to find them in the darkness.


The others had remained with the ship to ensure no curious onlookers or criminally minded individuals took a fancy to what might be aboard. Nevara and Yuthura spent hours among the people of the camp, being told of the hardship they now faced, Nevara promised them she would travel to Coruscant and inform the Republic and Jedi Council of their present situation and the likelihood that many would not survive a winter on Dantooine without their help.


They stepped through the only entranceway they could gain access to, having to claw their way through mounds of rubble, enlisting the help of perhaps twenty or more of the men in the camp. They offered to pay them but most refused, saying that their help healing their friends and families had been enough.


Nevara and Yuthura stood side by side, their helpers waiting outside, it seemed some were a little superstitious of the spirits that now dwelt in the ruins, the dead of the Academy and those caught in the bombardment. Nevara had to respect their feelings, and besides, this part she preferred to do with just the two of them. They were likely to find the corpses of people they had once known, she wasn’t actually looking forward to this particular part of the trip, but she needed to do this for her own piece of mind.


They walked through the destroyed halls, the passageways, the decaying corpses lying scattered across the floor, “They deserve better than this Yuthura, they deserve so much more than this. If we hadn’t already defeated Malak, I would do it now just to take revenge for this atrocity.”


“So much death, Nevara. I had no idea …”


“How could you possibly know what Malak was capable of? Look at Taris, all the other worlds destroyed or laying in ruins because of Malak. I’m glad I made him suffer in the end, he deserved nothing better.”


“You speak like a Sith …” Yuthura stopped suddenly, realizing who she was actually talking to.


Nevara turned to her and laughed, the thought that she was as much a killer as Malak did not sit well on her conscience. But what was done was in the past, she wondered how many people wished to take revenge on Revan; she would have wanted Revan dead had she lost family to the destructions she had inflicted.


Yuthura took her hand in her own, comforting the former Sith Lord, she could see quite clearly the pain in her face.


“We should carry on Yuthura; I don’t want to have to stay here any longer than is necessary.”


“What is it you are looking for?”


“Honestly, I don’t know yet, anything we can salvage before the scavengers arrive and empty this place, there’s likely to be Jedi artefacts here that are precious to the Order, irreplaceable perhaps. I will not let them fall into the hands of people who see them only with a credit sign in front of them, whatever we can take from here has to be of use to the Jedi Order, perhaps there are also holo records from the masters and students, if I have to search for the next week, I will do so, but we cannot leave until we have recovered at least a sizable amount of the artefacts I seek.”


“Then we should begin, I just hope we find what it is you are looking for, Nevara.”


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Coruscant, Jedi Training Academy


Mission caught Bastila before she was able to leave, taking her by the wrist. She looked up into the woman’s eyes, looking for what she hoped was a mutual attraction.


“Mission, please let me go, you know nothing can happen here.”


Mission stepped forward, trying to press up against Bastila, Bastila turned to escape and fell almost twisting her ankle in the process. She looking up at the Twi’Lek girl, Mission knelt down and held out her hand.


“Sorry, Bastila, I can we both got a little carried away. Although you do tend to have that effect on people.”


“I have no idea what you mean, Mission.”


“You’re incredibly beautiful, Bastila, you may try to hide it beneath a cold exterior, but I’ve travelled with you long enough to know what you can be like, when you wish.”


“That doesn’t excuse any of this, Mission; Perhaps you would be better off with a master who can show a little more restraint.”


“No …” Mission shouted before hugging the older woman, “I don’t want anyone else, just, well you know, let’s forget this happened.”


Bastila seemed to be going from one compromising position to the next, the naked Twi’Lek girl wrapping herself around her almost naked body. If they were found there would be consequences and little she could do or say in her defence. Mission seemed a little too reluctant to let her go, when she brushed her head tails against Bastila’s cheek and then repeated the action.


She could tell the action was deeply arousing for Mission, she didn’t need to understand the physiology of Twi’Leks to understand what was on Mission’s mind. When Mission reached around Bastila’s back and raised her towel, Mission’s hand on the back of her thighs, it was quite obvious Mission had no intention of forgetting what was happening.


Bastila closed her eyes momentarily, she saw Nevara walking through the halls of the ruined Jedi Academy on Dantooine, Mission took the gesture as one of acceptance and put her hand behind Bastila’s head pulling her down to her lips, taking Bastila’s hand and lifting it to the side of her own head and wrapping it around her head tail.


The look on Nevara’s face was one of shock; they seemed to be seeing what the other was doing again. Bastila reached down taking Mission in her arms, now she knew she was using the girl, but she wanted Nevara to see, she wanted her to hurt like she had hurt her when she left.


Mission couldn’t possibly have known what her Jedi Master was seeing, she just revelled in the fact they were finally moving beyond Master and student. Bastila put her hands to either side of the girl’s head, taking her tails between her fingers, manipulating them until Mission reacted. Mission seemed to be taking great pleasure in exploring her Master’s body, Bastila couldn’t help herself, the moist feeling between her legs suddenly found by Mission’s hand.


“We can’t …”


“But after this, you can’t …”


“We can’t do this here Mission, come to me tonight, I’ll make my excuses to Carth, if he isn’t with Milla that is.”


Mission reached up again, kissing her on the lips. They parted just in time before several female students and their masters walked into the showers, Bastila had to wonder how many others were involved with their students, she wouldn’t have been to surprised she certainly wasn’t the only one.


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Dantooine, Jedi Academy


“You saw something, another vision.”


“It was Bastila, she was with … Mission.”

“Are you upset?”


“Only that she is taking advantage of the girl.”


“Mission was much the same with me while we travelled together, always flirting, and not just me. She is a young woman; does it bother you, when so little does not?”


“No, I suppose if you put it like that, it was just something of a shock, something I hadn’t and couldn’t have predicted would happen. But this was a little more than flirting.”


“This is a waste of our time, Nevara. Mission was looking after herself from the age of twelve on Taris, she can fend for herself now, you should be pleased Bastila and Mission enjoy each others company, now I believe we have artefacts to find. I really would like to get out of this place, the dead will not rest for long, and for two ex Sith, they will hold a special kind of hatred.”


Nevara went over in her head what she had seen, and Bastila’s immediate reaction once she knew Nevara was able to see her, it hadn’t been to break away but to try and make her jealous. Nevara knew she had to return to Coruscant once they left Dantooine, it would be last time she ever returned to the core world. She had to find Bastila and stop her from destroying herself and perhaps Mission as well.


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Coruscant, Bastila’s quarters


Bastilla read the message on her holo com, ‘Taking Captain Milla Althea to the command staff’s ball.’ Bastila laughed at Carth’s attempt to make her feel jealous of this Milla, she could have him.


She lay back on the bed, the thought of what she was about to do wasn’t even worrying her, which in itself told her that all was not well with her and the Jedi Order. She had always known that sooner or later she would leave them for good, perhaps not to rejoin the Sith, but this was something she had to decide quickly and before the council could intervene. She wished she had accompanied Canderous and the others to Tattooine, just to be away from Coruscant and the Order for awhile. She wanted to find Nevara, and until she did she would never find peace.


That night Mission arrived as they had planned. Bastila greeted her at the door, embracing the Twi’Lek girl, perhaps a little nervous of the intimacy.


“Hey, Bastila, look what I got for you.”


“What is it, Mission?”


Mission took out an expensive looking Twi’Lek lace dress, certainly not something Bastila would ever normally wear. It was revealing, its almost see through material would certainly be quite erotic on the right person, Bastila wasn’t certain she was that person.


“I can’t accept this Mission, it must have cost you a fortune, how did you afford such a thing?”


“I’ve got my ways, I’m one of the best Pazaak players in the Academy, and there are a lot of credits to found here. It’s a present, Bastila. You can’t refuse.”


“Thank you, Mission, that’s very kind …”


Mission wasted little time in stepping up to her, reaching up to kiss her. Bastila simply thought ‘To hell with it all.’


Bastila took Mission in her arms pulling her close returning the kiss and turning her around, lowering her to the bed. Mission looked up expectantly, but perhaps a little weary that Bastila would get cold feet and order her out of her quarters. She knew the risk Bastila was taking, but it was too late to back out now, and all she could think was that this had been a long time coming, too long as far as she was concerned.


Bastila ran her fingers over the buttons of Mission’s blouse, seeming to tease her with thought that she might actually undress her. She reached up to stroke Mission’s face, Mission turned her head, Bastila didn’t need any prompting to take the head tails in her hands, she had seen the effect it had on the Twi’Lek girl earlier and how easily aroused she had become.


Mission wasn’t quite so patient and hungrily undid Bastila’s blouse, opening it wide and pulling it over her shoulders.


“Are you certain this is what you want, Mission?”

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts again, Bastila, you can be quite the …”


“No, Mission, I’m not having second thoughts.” She replied undoing the top button of Missions blouse, then the next, until it came open all the way down to her waist.


Bastila lowered her hands running them over the light blue skin of the girl, her fingers lightly stroking the girl’s breasts; she pushed her back onto the bed, lowering her mouth onto Mission’s stomach and drawing a line up with her tongue until she reached her breasts, then taking each one into her mouth in turn, her tongue flicking over Mission’s nipples until they were hard. Bastila took them between her teeth, lightly biting into her, Mission yelped a quiet cry, it was as much from pleasure as it was pain.

Bastila took hold of Mission’s trousers on either side of her waist, slowly removing them, her mouth trailing down her thighs as she did so, until Mission lay there in nothing but her underwear. The look on Mission’s face was as much surprise as satisfaction, she had honestly thought Bastila would have backed out and sent her away.


Bastila stood, her breasts swaying slightly as she stood in front of Mission, inviting her to remove her own trousers. Mission returned the gesture, slowly lowering her trousers until they dropped to the floor; she leant forward and kissed Bastila though the soft material of her underwear, her tongue slowly teasing her though her panties. Bastila took the girl on either side of her head, massaging her head tails, her fingers running the length of them and then repeating it until the wild eyed girl looked up at her with a passionate hunger in her expression that told Bastila there was no going back now.


Mission removed the woman’s underwear, taking the front in her mouth and pulling them down, raising her hands to help. Her hands going around the back of Bastila’s waist, clasping them behind her and pulling her forward, her tongue lightly flicking over Bastila until she could taste the moisture between her legs.


Bastila cried out, whispering Mission’s name, and quietly wishing Nevara was there with them. Mission turned her around, pulling her down onto the bed, her fingers moving up her thigh, until they parted Bastila; she pushed her back and knelt in front of her. Bastila pressed her hands down on the back of Mission’s head, pulling her in, Missions tongue deep inside her.


Bastila felt her head swimming, knowing Nevara was feeling everything they did, ‘Well damn her, if she wanted a show, she was about to get one.’ Bastila cried out repeatedly as Mission brought her orgasm.

The night was just beginning.


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