Fraternising With the Enemy

Chapter 1- Fraternising With the Enemy

 

Dr. Ovolot Qail Uthan lay on the bench attached to the wall of her cell, deep within the detention level of the Republic Cruiser Majestic. She sat there silently, patiently awaiting her transfer to Republic facility on Couresant for interrogation by Republic intelligence for her part in creating the Separatist nano-virus FG36, a deadly concoction designed exclusively to eradicate the army of Jango Fett clones which composed the core of the Republics fighting force.

Uthan allowed her ruffled, raven dark hair to cascade down her back as her fingers flew across the fresh bandages encapsulating her lower torso, stifling the wound she had received during her abduction from her facility on Qiilura. Under normal circumstances Uthan would not have allowed even a simple imperfection in her grooming routine. Her lapse in her appearance simply helped to emphasise her downfall. In a single day Uthan had been transformed from the Head Scientist on Qiilura with thousands of battle droids, a team of assistants at her call and even her own personal Kath Hound Ghez Hokan who busied himself barking at the local inhabitants to ensure that her every needs were met to being a prisoner of the Republic and a disgraced scientist. The bitter irony was almost humorous.

Uthan sat in her cell, watching the shimmering force field before her which maintained her detachment from the remainder of existance. Beyond the force field stood two clone troopers assigned to guard her cell. Uthan had never come face to face with a Jango clone until her abduction from Qiilura by that clone Commando Squad.

They were magnificent specimens, exact duplicates of the original Fett. They stood perfectly at attention, never wavering in their duty. Despite their apparent youth they were the model of physical fitness and were trained in military equipment and training in ways few veteran fighters could match. But at the same time they were abominations. These ‘men’ were shells, slaves to the whim of the corrupt corporations pulling the strings of the Republic, to be used for their personal gain until their usefulness ended and they had served their purpose.

The main doors at the end of her cell block slid open, the sound carrying through the confined deck. Metal boots clanked down the corridor. The soldier appeared in front of Uthans cell, he stood with the two guards in front of her cell. There was something about him; he carried himself with an aura which set him apart from the other clones. He seemed broader, even by Jango standards; his main distinguishing feature was the deep scar which cut across from his eye to his top lip. There was something familiar about him.

The force field disintegrated, the clone stepped into the cell carrying a tray between his arms. The force field reformed, the two troopers guarding her cell suddenly stepped down the hall, out of sight. Her visitor stood proudly in front of Uthan. “From the mess hall” the soldier indicated the tray between his hands.

“You are that commando” Uthan spoke more as a statement than an accusation. “One of the ones who kidnapped me from Qiilura” She spoke dumbfounded that out of the thousands of clones aboard this ship she had been visited by this particular one.

The clone took a step closer, a smile forming on his lips. “Atin”

Without warning or clear indication Uthan leapt off of the bench and lunged towards her visitor with fury burning in her eyes. However Atin, with the lightning reflexes born of a decade of flash training, managed to side step the feral swipe even with the tray between his hands, Uthan stumbling harmlessly past him, forcing her to brace herself against the force field to maintain her balance, the static of the field tingling at her finger tips. Atin calmly placed the tray down on the bench. “Ma’am, please calm yourself”

Uthans fingers closed into fists. She turned sharply on her heel, bringing her fist down on whatever part of the clone she could meet. Atins hand snapped up from his side, catching the feral punch in his palm, his strong fingers clasping tightly around her hand. Uthan threw her left hand in a wide sweep, once again Atin flawless caught her hand in midflight. Uthan stared with burning eyes into Atins, her impotent anger boiling up inside of her. Uthan threw her forehead forward in a final desperate attempt. Atin pulled Uthans right hand across his chest, swirling her arm around her neck and pulling the smaller woman’s back tightly against his chest. Uthan vainly struggled against his iron hold, only succeeding in straining her injured muscles even further.

“Ma’am please restrain yourself.” He spoke with a calm and collected tone. Uthan defiantly brought her elbow back past her side, the joint connecting with Atins side sharply. Uthan could feel the soldier cringe slightly at the impact, but his solid grip refused to falter. Atins hold on Uthans clenched fists tightened; arching his back he forced the woman to stand on her toes to maintain her stance. I don’t want to drop you but I will” Uthan could hear the anger laced in his voice, but he fought to keep his tone neutral. “Now I am going to put you down. So sit down and behave”

Uthan despised being talked to like that- she was a respected scientist and academic scholar, not a disobedient child. But Uthan quickly realized the futility of her situation and quickly relaxed her frantic movements. Atins grip gently began to release, Uthan slipping down to her feet. Uthan collapsed down onto the bench, she allowed a much needed breathe to once again fill her strained lungs. She glanced up to face her visitor. “When Ghez Hokan told me you were the best, he was correct”

Atin lifted the base of his shirt, his sharp eyes scanning across the fresh bandages which encased his muscled torso. Atin looked up, noticing Uthans interest. “A memory of Qiilura” Atins words shattered Uthans trance. “And if you want to see something impressive” Atin released his shirt, the material falling back into place. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a datapad. A hologram suddenly emerged from the pads glowing surface, the light suddenly formed into the silhouette of two individuals. The silhouettes slowly began to take form- one was the Mandalorian warrior Ghez Hokan. The second figure took the form of a tall, elegant woman with long raven black hair cascading down her back, dressed in an expensive nightgown. Uthan quickly recognised it as the night that Ghez Hokan had chosen to test the structural integrity of the laboratory blast doors using his battle droids. Uthan could feel a sense of intrusion seeping through her. “Do you make it a habit to take pictures of women in their night gowns?”

Atin closed the hologram, returning it to his pocket. “Only if it was in service to the Republic, ma’am” Atin replied in his stable tone as if he had heard the question a million times before.



“Dik’ut” Uthan muttered under her breath.

“You talk to your mother with that mouth?” Atin smiled. Uthan returned his smile. He sat down on the bench, laying the tray between them.

Uthan glanced at the offering. “They sent a commando with my dinner, I am flattered”



“Well if they sent a trooper you would not receive this…” He reached into his pocket again, retrieving several slices of the Nerf Jerky Darman had obtained on Qiilura. He laid them down on the plate beside the standard ration cubes.

 “So what is on the menu for your star prisoner tonight?” Uthan stared down at the plain cubes that looked as appetizing as Styrofoam.

“Well todays specials from the mess hall are dry rats, dry rats, and my personal favourite, dry rats” Uthan retreived one of the cubes, placing it on her tongue. Her expression quickly turned from inquisitive curiosity to utter disgust. “Nice huh.” Atin smirked at her.

Uthan swallowed the cube. She quickly gulped some of her water, desperate to remove the unappetizing taste. “Can I ask you a question?”



“Yes ma’am” Atin replied. It surprised her how polite he could be despite his military upbringing, their stance on either side of the political battlefield and the simple fact that she was responsible for concocting the virus designed specifically to exclusively exterminate him and his clone kin.

“While I was on Qiilura Ghez Hokan told me that the Komonians bred you clones to be cannon fodder for the Republic, that you had no free will in life” Uthan’s hand rose from her side, her fingertips running across Atin’s chiselled chin. “But you seem so normal. You have individual personalities. You even crack jokes? I must know. What are you?”

Atin pondered the question. “I am a soldier ma’am. I go where command orders me too, I complete my mission and return to base for rest before the next operation”

“And the jokes?” Uthan raised her eyebrow inquisitively.



“When you spend your life surrounded by death and suffering you learn to find humour in any situation. It was simply one of the aspects of Jangos personality the Kaminoans were unable to remove during the cloning process” Uthan began to look her new friend over with her searching eyes- his strong arms, his broad shoulders, his muscled chest and that rough grizzled yet innocent and trustworthy smile.

Uthan took the tray and placed it on her other side, allowing her to scoot across the bench towards him.

 “So what other parts of Jango Fett were the cloners unable to remove from you?” Uthans gentle finger slowly began to drift down across his muscled chest.

“Well, I am afraid that his ‘lone wolf’ attitude proved difficult for the Kaminoans to remove”

“No. What I meant was all the other emotions? Fear, anger. Desire?”

“Of course not, ma’am. If you remove the animal instinct from a soldier he would have no hope of surviving”

Uthan smiled “What about Fett’s legendary stamina, and his ‘other’ qualities?” Uthan ran the fine tip of her finger across his rugged chest.

Clones had little interaction with females and had never experienced feelings of desire. For the first time in the ten years since he emerged from the cloning tube he was afraid. This was no battlefield. There was no line of droids firing at him; there was no weapon in his hand, no brothers standing by his side. There was not even an enemy to face. There was just woman and a child trapped in a man’s situation.

Atin rose off the bench as he stepped towards the force field that separated him from reality. He opened the control panel next to the force field as he reconnected some of the wires.

“What are you doing?” Asked Uthan, confused.



“Little trick Fi showed me…” The force field began to crackle with electric arcs before the colours of the rainbow swam in before their eyes.

“Atin it’s beautiful”.

“And then” The colours suddenly changed to the light blue waves battering the shore of the wookie docks on Kasyyyk. “And finally” The field suddenly turned a tinted black before changing into a void of darkness. “Maximum privacy”

Atin grinned at Uthan as his animal instincts began to take control of him. He rose to his feet as he stepped towards Uthan. Uthan stood to her feet as she raised the top half of her robes above her head. Atin stared wide eye at the mounds of beautiful flesh bobbing before him, hidden only by a thin layer of fabric that shielded them from his prying eyes. Atin kneeled down before her as she slipped her hands to her back. She broke the clasp of her bra, she cupping her breasts in her hands over the thin layer of material. She let the material fall to the ground as she replaced it with her own hands where the bra once was. “You want these don’t you?”

 

“Yes ma’am” Atin pleaded.



Uthan looked up into the ceiling, as if considering something. “I think I prefer ‘Mistress’. Yes ‘Mistress Uthan’ will do nicely”.



“Yes ma’am” Atin repeated.



She wagged her finger, still managing to conceal her nipples from his savouring eyes. “Mistress. Uthan”



“Sorry. Yes, Mistress”



She smirked down at the inexperienced boy she held in her influence before her. She removed her hands and lowered them to her sides. Atin stared in awe at the supple mounds of flesh and the perky little erect nipples. Even though he had lived a sheltered life away from females of any species his instinct told him these mounds of supple flesh were a thing of beauty. He let his hand float closer towards them in hopes of feeling the smooth flesh that taunted him. As his rough hand brushed her sensitive nipple she winced in surprise as the tiny pebble hardened on contact. She looked down at him as he trailed an invisible circle around the responsive nub, sighing in pleasure. Atin leaned closer as he froze. He looked up into the eyes that glowed with passion and lust, she gave a light nod. It was as if she had read his mind, like she could read him as well as his brothers. With his new found, unspoken permission he leaned forward as latched onto her swelling nipple.



He sucked her breast clean as he lightly nipped her nipple between his teeth. She gave a soft sigh as her legs began to buckle under her weight as she collapsed down onto the bench, her head swimming with delight. He finally let go of her nipple as she laid propped against the wall, gasping for air. “Whuh… Why are you stopping?” “Just moving to the next objective” Atin smirked as he stared at the simple robes that was all that stood between him and her dignity. He took the strands of her belt in his hands as he gave each a light tug. Before he could pull them free Uthans feminine hands wrapped around his and pulled them away from her dress. She wagged her finger at him in a cocky fashion. “Nuh huh ugh. You show me yours and I show you mine” Atin smirked up at her as he released the strands and reached up just below his neck, as he lowered the zip of the jumpsuit. When he reached half way down Uthans hand shot forward and slithered underneath his secondary layer of skin, her hand roaming free across his hairless chest- Groping every muscle as she went about her search. He continued to lower the leathery layer of flesh as he slid the suit off his shoulders and down his arms. A smirk grew across Uthans face as she slipped her hand down the front of Atin’s pants, gasping and retracting her hand when she found what she was searching for.

“Uh, is that your…..?” Atin nodded, assuming what she was talking about. He gripped the rim of his jumpsuit lowering it to his ankles. His 8-inch penis sprung free from its confines, standing erect before the shocked scientist. Uthan’s shock slowly began to subside as she raised a hand to the head of his knob, brushing her elegant fingers against the tip. Uthan lowered herself down from the bench onto her knees, scooting towards a naked Atin. Uthan scraped her fingers along the length off his shaft, wrapping her hands around the end of his shaft. She slowly began to thrust backwards down his shaft.



Atin’s hand snapped down and engulfed her feminine hands within his bulky ones. He pulled her fingers clear of his growing manhood as she stared up at him, pleading. He wagged his fingers, in a rather ironic fashion.

“Nugh ugh uggh. I show you mine, you show me yours” She smiled up at him as she rose to her feet, gripping the ties of her robe. She parted the ties as they fell to her thighs. She gripped the rim of robes as she lowered it down her milky white thighs to her ankles. There she stood before him naked as he was their, clothes pooled at their feet. Atin stood there frozen, his mind frightened and confused. His body screaming for bodily contact with her, yearning to feel his silky skin. Atin stepped forward and scooped the doctor into his arms, lowering her delicate form down onto the bench. He passed his leg over her as he squatted over her, his penis hovering at her entrance. He stared into her eyes, searching for guidance. All of his past actions had been pure instinct, spurge of the moment. But now he was lost in a sea of doubt and inadequacy. Uthan put a reassuring hand on his knob, guiding him to her entrance.

“Push it in” Atin pushed his hips forward as the head of his knob parted her outer lips. Uthan hissed in pain as her womanhood was ripped apart by his monstrous cock. Atin pushed it in further, earning a sharp gasp from Uthan. She panted for breaths at the sensations of shock and pain.

“Push…. It in… further” Atin obliged as his entire member was swallowed by her hole, her lips wrapping round his shaft. “Thrust it in and out” Uthan grabbed hold of it.

“Like this” She guided his shaft half way out of her, before slamming it back in. She continued to do this until Atin began to thrust of his own accord, his primal instincts consuming him as he rode the doctor. Uthan panted as beads of sweat formed on her brow, she reached up and tweaked her right nipple, increasing the pleasure.

“Fu… ck me faster” Atin obliged as he began to pound with immense force into her delicate vagina. The burning pleasure boiled inside him as a tightness grew in his penis. Finally the pressure overflowed as he blew his load into her, quickly followed with her returning the favor. Atin slammed down on top of her, panting from the new sensations he had just experienced. Uthan smiled up at him. “Well, how was your first time?”

“Great” he smiled down at her.

“Sorry but, I got to get back to dorms. Unless the guys get suspicious” A look of betrayal and sadness was over her.

“Well will I see you again?” Atin smirked down at her. “Well, when we get to Courasant they’ll be looking for someone to interrogate you, maybe I’ll sign up”

 

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Atin strode through the durasteel door into the barracks which had been requisitioned for their squads return to Couresant. Atin wordlessly collapsed into his bunk. “So where did you go?” Fi hung down from the bunk above him.

Atin glanced up with a cold, hard stare. “For a walk” Atin spoke blankly, his gaze returning to the deep grey wall beside him.

Niner glanced up from the training holovid held in his hand. “A walk which took two hours? It’s a small ship, tat. Even a drunken Bantha wouldn’t take that long”

“I don’t know, maybe he met someone along the way” Fi smiled mischievously. “Maybe he even went to see that scientist we nabbed-”

“You know, Fi” Atin spoke with ice in his voice, his pupils burning in his eyes. “The sound of a trachea snapping sounds the same for over six hundred species, dik’ut”

Fi held his hands up in veiled submission “Wow, wow. Calm down”

Without another word Atin curled up silently in his bunk with thoughts of Couresant, warm meals and Uthan.