Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Covalent Bonds ❯ Chapter 39
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Non Anime: Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 10.16.2008 | Updated On: 10.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 10.16.2008 | Updated On: 10.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
From Dooku's estate's Docking Bay Two to the south hangar in the Temple two days later, all Six could think of was the crystal droids. Firing strategies, blanket bombing, mud traps to immobilize them, how could they be stopped? When the General and the Commander took turns monitoring Dooku, when they left the night shift to his supervision and retired to the pilot's cabin originally meant for any organic pilot, he replayed the scenario of the crystal droid's demonstration in his head. Even on the way out to the docking bay, when a solicitous crone inquired to Dooku's well-being and pressed the Commander masquerading as Dooku to take along 'something nourishing for the trip,' Six waited out the Commander's fierce fake anger as his mind marched elsewhere, his body guarding the crate with his brothers' remains inside. Plans had been reshaped as circumstances in the field demanded: Dooku's unconscious body wrapped in the carpet, along with the uncomplaining General, that drooped on top of the crate of the anti-grav that the smart little droid tugged along. The Commander made a passable Dooku with makeup, voice modulator and clothing even darker than his usual attire.
"A little bit of Whyren's '80923 Reserve, then, to soothe your nerves after your upset, Milord Dooku. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't suggest that, I've been in your family's employ since you were a youngling playing in the rose gardens, do you remember, Milord --- "
"Go. Away."
"I've grown ancient on this estate. Serving you is all that I have left --- "
"Give the flask to me, then, woman. And leave me."
"You'll thank me later, Milord." The woman's rheumy eyes beamed as much as they could and Six could see that the Commander's dramatic talents were being strained when the Jedi draped one side of his midnight-black cloak over the lower half of his face and glared fiercely at the old woman as if to mesmerize her with his intensity. Six figured that part of his task on this mission was to shore up any deceptions and butted in.
"Milord Dooku, to make the optimal launch window for Naboo, we must leave now," Six had said, ignoring the female as his role called for him to do.
"Ahhhh, a helpful aide. Come along, clone, quickly." The woman's wizened face was the last human's outside of his group that Six saw on Serenno. He knew that he would never reach either her span of years or Dooku's. It had to mean something that his life thus far had held only fighting and that he was content with that. This is the 'something unfinished' that I thought of on Ansion. Am I growing a Force-connection? It didn't feel at all like the General had described. Most likely, it was the result of wishful thinking.
On the second night out, after sharing a meal of rations no different than thousands of others the squad had engulfed, the General tipped his plastene cup against the Commander's and announced, "Today is my Padawan's twenty-third Lifeday. In a strictly Jinn-to-Kenobi-to-Skywalker tradition, I present him with a rock." The General handed the Commander a clear cube containing a beige thumb-sized stone. Another Jedi peculiarity. Six smiled politely. "This is from Dooku's desktop. It's refined cortosis."
Six and ARC1830 raised their own cups. "To you, Commander. A Happy Lifeday to you." We're the same physiological age. The clones drained their vitamin water, thinking of their brothers in cold storage.
"Rare and expensive. Thank you, Obi-Wan." The Commander tipped his cup against the General's and they linked arms to sip from each other's vessels. Sweetheart, everything is on point to get very busy when we return to the Temple.
"There is something we need to do before retiring, gentlemen, and after that, we'll see you in the morning." The General took the Commander's mechno-hand. Six hoped that they had enough privacy to celebrate the day properly. I think their quarters are soundproofed enough.
"Very well, sir. Good night." Six took first watch with the droid pilot, welcoming the vista of starlines to help focus his thoughts. The crystal droids must have a fault line somewhere.
IOIOIOIOIO
"He's resting comfortably, Obi-Wan. All signs stable. What was the thing that was so important?" Sweetheart, everything is on point to get very busy when we return to the Temple. I suggest we stabilize Dooku for the night and then ourselves.
I can't wait to get you alone. Obi-Wan stared down at Dooku's plastene-shielded medical capsule. "There are inhalants to keep him under. He's in binders, yet still he's dangerous, Anakin."
"The possible ally spying back at the Temple, you mean."
"Yes. It might be better to take him to CorSec."
Anakin placed his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Whatever changed him to Sith leanings was in him a long time, Obi-Wan. Sidious is dead, not on any plane of existence we can name. Whoever else is in Dooku's camp cannot be as steeped in the Dark Side as Sidious was, you know that. You've felt it in Council and even I have, just, just in daily meditation. The Darkness is a rough gale, not a hurricane."
Obi-Wan looped his arm around Anakin's waist. "Yes, but even a weaker user of the Dark Side can get close to Dooku while he is in this thing" --- he tapped the capsule --- "and free him."
"And what would we, his Jedi guards, be doing in the meantime? Dooku's not all-powerful, Obi-Wan. No one is." It's my Lifeday, Dooku is captured and I had a great deal to do with it. Life is good.
Obi-Wan wrenched his gaze from the capsule to something much more pleasant: Anakin's eyes. "Thanks for reminding me. My arm and leg scars remind me of other things, though."
Anakin traced Obi-Wan's bicep. "They are nearly invisible. I am the only one, except for Master Lu, who sees you up close enough to notice them." He steered them towards their cabin, away from Dooku.
Obi-Wan winked at him as they walked along. "I do believe, Anakin, that this transport reminds me of Gelgelar and the need to be quiet. Can you do that thing with the dial in your arm again?" They halted in the companionway as the ship's lighting dimmed to 'night.' It masked them in shadows.
"You do it." Anakin rolled down his glove enough for Obi-Wan to access the cortical interface sensor in his wrist. By touch alone, Anakin dialed the cortical interface intensity up one notch to 'audible' and when Obi-Wan encoded 'input directly to cortex' on the sensor and their fingers brushed, they both jumped.
"In my head, it whispered 'simmering heat.'"
"I heard it better this time. Must be the clearness of the connection, the lack of humid--- " Obi-Wan broke off. "It's going to be better, now that I know what is inside me." He twisted the door's handle and they stepped through to the unembellished cabin.
"What is?"
"You know what."
"This?" Anakin rasped the other Jedi's jaw with one finger of his mechno-hand, hardly a sensual move.
"Something jumped inside me."
"How about this?" Anakin sat down on the bunk and drew Obi-Wan down with him. They stared at each other awkwardly. Anakin rolled up his glove.
Obi-Wan took the initiative and kissed him as firm as his handshake. He waited until Anakin had begun to respond before pulling back and saying, "It is better, it's like complementary sensations, one receding, the other advancing, then they take turns." He advanced to outlining Anakin's growing erection outside his leggings, then dipping his hand under the lacings and through the onesy's fly. "Now, this is different, too --- "
"Kriff, Obi-Wan, you're not going to analyze everything, are you?" Anakin rolled himself on top of Obi-Wan and was surprised when Obi-Wan rolled him back.
"Take this, for example," Obi-Wan continued, rubbing himself on top of Anakin during an interval when his left leg slid in between Anakin's thighs and his right knee came to rest at Anakin's hip. He frotted roughly until Anakin snapped his head forward, straining to intensify the connection. Always on the move, Padawan. This time we'll move together. This odd juxtaposition was as uncomfortable as in the bunk atThrexa's Boarding House, but at least there was a porthole to look out.
Anakin clenched Obi-Wan's ass with his mechno-hand while moving himself faster. If this was what Obi-Wan wanted tonight, he'd give it to him, The interface whispered 'boiling point.' Anakin leaned up on one elbow and they rocked until Obi-Wan came with a shout. Anakin wanted to make it last, but the jostling he was giving a slack Obi-Wan seemed obscene until he looked out the porthole, catching Obi-Wan's expression in the transparisteel's reflection. Eyes wide open in their cabin's gloom, Obi-Wan's illumined face glowed into serene beauty as he calmly watched his lover come to completion. Anakin quivered and rolled off scorched muscles. His breathing returned to normal. What a strange time and did I just hear the interface say, 'Powering down now'?
Obi-Wan skimmed down Anakin's glove and reset the two calibrations himself by the light of the starlines. In a while they would rise and change into comfortable clothing. In a while. "Happy Lifeday, Anakin," he whispered.
Anakin wiped away tears. "It was different for me, too," he replied.
Meanwhile, in the Jedi Temple Council Chambers ...
"Bead of Completion, have you?"
"Check. Knife sharpened?"
Yoda drew a claw against the durasteel. A thin paring of keratin drifted to the tile floor. "Check. Holocam prepared?"
Padawan Zukassa knew the importance of recording the Knighting of the Chosen One for the Order, for the Republic and certainly for the Master of the Chosen One. "All systems go!"
Yoda smiled. "Your day will come in the Force's good time, Padawan. Ten years, fly by they will." How will the Order be different in ten years, Yoda? What changes will this Padawan see? When all was prepared, Yoda and the Padawan sealed the box of ritualized contents and left it under Yoda's repulsor chair. Zett held the door open with the Force as the aged Grandmaster made his way through.
"Master Saa, good morning to you." The hot sun bathed the Neti in life-sustaining rays as she stood stockstill by the open window, her stiff hair glowing amber.
"Master Yoda, the best of mornings to you, too. And it will be the best of days, too, when Dooku arrives for his incarceration. This afternoon, is it not?"
"At last, at last, Master Saa, I will see my old Padawan and demand answers along with a very bitter reckoning. What comes next, the legal authorities shall advise us. Legal training you have had, true?"
T'ra Saa smiled her adopted Romin smile that enchanted Tholme. "Long years ago, yes. I could not advise anyone now. Times have changed."
TBC
"A little bit of Whyren's '80923 Reserve, then, to soothe your nerves after your upset, Milord Dooku. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't suggest that, I've been in your family's employ since you were a youngling playing in the rose gardens, do you remember, Milord --- "
"Go. Away."
"I've grown ancient on this estate. Serving you is all that I have left --- "
"Give the flask to me, then, woman. And leave me."
"You'll thank me later, Milord." The woman's rheumy eyes beamed as much as they could and Six could see that the Commander's dramatic talents were being strained when the Jedi draped one side of his midnight-black cloak over the lower half of his face and glared fiercely at the old woman as if to mesmerize her with his intensity. Six figured that part of his task on this mission was to shore up any deceptions and butted in.
"Milord Dooku, to make the optimal launch window for Naboo, we must leave now," Six had said, ignoring the female as his role called for him to do.
"Ahhhh, a helpful aide. Come along, clone, quickly." The woman's wizened face was the last human's outside of his group that Six saw on Serenno. He knew that he would never reach either her span of years or Dooku's. It had to mean something that his life thus far had held only fighting and that he was content with that. This is the 'something unfinished' that I thought of on Ansion. Am I growing a Force-connection? It didn't feel at all like the General had described. Most likely, it was the result of wishful thinking.
On the second night out, after sharing a meal of rations no different than thousands of others the squad had engulfed, the General tipped his plastene cup against the Commander's and announced, "Today is my Padawan's twenty-third Lifeday. In a strictly Jinn-to-Kenobi-to-Skywalker tradition, I present him with a rock." The General handed the Commander a clear cube containing a beige thumb-sized stone. Another Jedi peculiarity. Six smiled politely. "This is from Dooku's desktop. It's refined cortosis."
Six and ARC1830 raised their own cups. "To you, Commander. A Happy Lifeday to you." We're the same physiological age. The clones drained their vitamin water, thinking of their brothers in cold storage.
"Rare and expensive. Thank you, Obi-Wan." The Commander tipped his cup against the General's and they linked arms to sip from each other's vessels. Sweetheart, everything is on point to get very busy when we return to the Temple.
"There is something we need to do before retiring, gentlemen, and after that, we'll see you in the morning." The General took the Commander's mechno-hand. Six hoped that they had enough privacy to celebrate the day properly. I think their quarters are soundproofed enough.
"Very well, sir. Good night." Six took first watch with the droid pilot, welcoming the vista of starlines to help focus his thoughts. The crystal droids must have a fault line somewhere.
IOIOIOIOIO
"He's resting comfortably, Obi-Wan. All signs stable. What was the thing that was so important?" Sweetheart, everything is on point to get very busy when we return to the Temple. I suggest we stabilize Dooku for the night and then ourselves.
I can't wait to get you alone. Obi-Wan stared down at Dooku's plastene-shielded medical capsule. "There are inhalants to keep him under. He's in binders, yet still he's dangerous, Anakin."
"The possible ally spying back at the Temple, you mean."
"Yes. It might be better to take him to CorSec."
Anakin placed his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Whatever changed him to Sith leanings was in him a long time, Obi-Wan. Sidious is dead, not on any plane of existence we can name. Whoever else is in Dooku's camp cannot be as steeped in the Dark Side as Sidious was, you know that. You've felt it in Council and even I have, just, just in daily meditation. The Darkness is a rough gale, not a hurricane."
Obi-Wan looped his arm around Anakin's waist. "Yes, but even a weaker user of the Dark Side can get close to Dooku while he is in this thing" --- he tapped the capsule --- "and free him."
"And what would we, his Jedi guards, be doing in the meantime? Dooku's not all-powerful, Obi-Wan. No one is." It's my Lifeday, Dooku is captured and I had a great deal to do with it. Life is good.
Obi-Wan wrenched his gaze from the capsule to something much more pleasant: Anakin's eyes. "Thanks for reminding me. My arm and leg scars remind me of other things, though."
Anakin traced Obi-Wan's bicep. "They are nearly invisible. I am the only one, except for Master Lu, who sees you up close enough to notice them." He steered them towards their cabin, away from Dooku.
Obi-Wan winked at him as they walked along. "I do believe, Anakin, that this transport reminds me of Gelgelar and the need to be quiet. Can you do that thing with the dial in your arm again?" They halted in the companionway as the ship's lighting dimmed to 'night.' It masked them in shadows.
"You do it." Anakin rolled down his glove enough for Obi-Wan to access the cortical interface sensor in his wrist. By touch alone, Anakin dialed the cortical interface intensity up one notch to 'audible' and when Obi-Wan encoded 'input directly to cortex' on the sensor and their fingers brushed, they both jumped.
"In my head, it whispered 'simmering heat.'"
"I heard it better this time. Must be the clearness of the connection, the lack of humid--- " Obi-Wan broke off. "It's going to be better, now that I know what is inside me." He twisted the door's handle and they stepped through to the unembellished cabin.
"What is?"
"You know what."
"This?" Anakin rasped the other Jedi's jaw with one finger of his mechno-hand, hardly a sensual move.
"Something jumped inside me."
"How about this?" Anakin sat down on the bunk and drew Obi-Wan down with him. They stared at each other awkwardly. Anakin rolled up his glove.
Obi-Wan took the initiative and kissed him as firm as his handshake. He waited until Anakin had begun to respond before pulling back and saying, "It is better, it's like complementary sensations, one receding, the other advancing, then they take turns." He advanced to outlining Anakin's growing erection outside his leggings, then dipping his hand under the lacings and through the onesy's fly. "Now, this is different, too --- "
"Kriff, Obi-Wan, you're not going to analyze everything, are you?" Anakin rolled himself on top of Obi-Wan and was surprised when Obi-Wan rolled him back.
"Take this, for example," Obi-Wan continued, rubbing himself on top of Anakin during an interval when his left leg slid in between Anakin's thighs and his right knee came to rest at Anakin's hip. He frotted roughly until Anakin snapped his head forward, straining to intensify the connection. Always on the move, Padawan. This time we'll move together. This odd juxtaposition was as uncomfortable as in the bunk atThrexa's Boarding House, but at least there was a porthole to look out.
Anakin clenched Obi-Wan's ass with his mechno-hand while moving himself faster. If this was what Obi-Wan wanted tonight, he'd give it to him, The interface whispered 'boiling point.' Anakin leaned up on one elbow and they rocked until Obi-Wan came with a shout. Anakin wanted to make it last, but the jostling he was giving a slack Obi-Wan seemed obscene until he looked out the porthole, catching Obi-Wan's expression in the transparisteel's reflection. Eyes wide open in their cabin's gloom, Obi-Wan's illumined face glowed into serene beauty as he calmly watched his lover come to completion. Anakin quivered and rolled off scorched muscles. His breathing returned to normal. What a strange time and did I just hear the interface say, 'Powering down now'?
Obi-Wan skimmed down Anakin's glove and reset the two calibrations himself by the light of the starlines. In a while they would rise and change into comfortable clothing. In a while. "Happy Lifeday, Anakin," he whispered.
Anakin wiped away tears. "It was different for me, too," he replied.
Meanwhile, in the Jedi Temple Council Chambers ...
"Bead of Completion, have you?"
"Check. Knife sharpened?"
Yoda drew a claw against the durasteel. A thin paring of keratin drifted to the tile floor. "Check. Holocam prepared?"
Padawan Zukassa knew the importance of recording the Knighting of the Chosen One for the Order, for the Republic and certainly for the Master of the Chosen One. "All systems go!"
Yoda smiled. "Your day will come in the Force's good time, Padawan. Ten years, fly by they will." How will the Order be different in ten years, Yoda? What changes will this Padawan see? When all was prepared, Yoda and the Padawan sealed the box of ritualized contents and left it under Yoda's repulsor chair. Zett held the door open with the Force as the aged Grandmaster made his way through.
"Master Saa, good morning to you." The hot sun bathed the Neti in life-sustaining rays as she stood stockstill by the open window, her stiff hair glowing amber.
"Master Yoda, the best of mornings to you, too. And it will be the best of days, too, when Dooku arrives for his incarceration. This afternoon, is it not?"
"At last, at last, Master Saa, I will see my old Padawan and demand answers along with a very bitter reckoning. What comes next, the legal authorities shall advise us. Legal training you have had, true?"
T'ra Saa smiled her adopted Romin smile that enchanted Tholme. "Long years ago, yes. I could not advise anyone now. Times have changed."
TBC