Away from the strange statue

"NO!!!" Aayla screamed out loud, her voice full of lust mixed with anger. "I WON'T!!!" she **** herself to stand up and take her hand away from her pussy. She knew that she is dipping into the dark side of the **** yet again but anger seemed the only thing that could save her from another violation, now by her own hands. She went past the statue averting her gaze from it and found a small door with another staircase leading upwards.

She rushed there, fighting urges of desire with all of her willpower. Her body was still wet with water, but she wasn't feeling cold at all. Mind-twisting heat was coming from her pussy, lekku, and breasts. Only when she reached the door, slamming it open with her palm, did her body finally get rid of the warmth and started to cool down. She found another staircase. A light breeze coming from above blew against her bald head, and her ears picked up the sounds of Fellucia jungles coming from afar.

Slowly, step by step, the naked Jedi began ascending toward the top. The overwhelming need for sex subsided surprisingly quickly, leaving only a sense of strange emptiness. All of the events of the day started running through Twi'lek's mind: the short shock of being shot by her comrades, disgust of waking up ****, rage and massacre of clones, mad dash through the jungle, then that creature, and finally the statue she just left behind. Yet all of this felt like nothing compared to the feeling that something is very wrong with the **** on the galactic side.

Finally, an opening to the surface. Finally, familiar jungles. Aayla closed her eyes and focused, looking for the familiar energy of clone troopers. None were around but... there were other sentient living beings nearby. After so many assaults on her body, the Twi'lek wasn't too keen on seeking help as if assuming that there will be yet another attempt of **** but she get off the planet, return to Coruscant and learn more about what happened in the galaxy.

And she made a decision. Slowly, carefully, stealthy, not wanting to be detected, Ayala went towards the people she had sensed. Her graceful nude frame was moving smoothly across the forest floor. Not a sound could be heard as the Twi'lek passed silent, her bare feet moving over the fungal flora of the planet. Her lekku were swaying back and forth sensing every movement of the air and her attentive eyes were scanning the surrounding area in search of any signs of danger

Suddenly a head of a B1 droid appeared, Aayla jumped aside expecting a shot only to realize that this one was destroyed. Then she witnessed another broken separatist drone, and another and another... It was a battlefield. No wonder there were no troopers around. They already mopped up the area. But then why there are people on this battlefield?

After a few minutes of sneaking Aayla found an answer. A ship was parked there and a group of scavengers was picking up valuable spare parts from what was now a droid graveyard. There were three of them: a human female, a human male, and a Twi'lek male. Judging by their clothes and blasters they were typical low-lives of the galaxy that shouldn't be trusted.

Even without her lightsaber, Aayla concluded that she should have no problem dispatching 3 scavengers. Another alternative was to sneak past them and hijack their old, rusty ship. Of course, the most fitting course of action for a Jedi would be to reveal herself and ask for help but after all her ordeals in this world, she didn't feel like trusting some random criminal-looking strangers.