Chapter 10

In Enthea’s fantasy, the bounty hunter is naked. Enthea no longer has to imagine what she looks like naked because she got to see it for a moment before she fought that Sith. Her real memory is of the bounty hunter, fully clothed, kneeling in front of her in the bathroom, skillfully using her mouth.

But in the fantasy, the bounty hunter is naked and on her back on a bed, spreading her legs invitingly. She holds her own cock out of the way, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy and wearing a tender expression.

Enthea opens her eyes. She’s on the floor of the tiny, dark room, kneeling. She was supposed to be meditating, but somehow it turned into that fantasy. She looks down at the tent in her robes. She can’t meditate in this condition. She’s tried too many times before, and it never works.

Sighing, she stands up and strips naked, lying down in the narrow sleeping alcove to touch herself. Her fingers wrap around her erection, and she pictures the bounty hunter again. It doesn’t take long for her to bring herself off. She breathes hard in the dark, toes curling. Then she touches the fresh puddle of semen on her belly, rubbing it between her fingers and wishing she could be like the other Jedi, most of whom do not have this problem.

She did not think this through. Now there’s a mess, and her little room doesn’t have a private bath. She needs to sneak to the shower quickly. Hesitation is the enemy; she has to move.

She rolls out of the bunk and opens the door, stepping into the tight corridor.

But of course, Obi-Wan is right there. She’d assumed that he would be in the cockpit of this small ship, but he must be letting the computer fly it. He often complains about flying.

He takes in her dark, nude body and the smear on her stomach with a glance.

“Your pardon,” he says, slipping past her.

Utterly embarrassed, Enthea hurries into the shower and turns it on. When she looks down, it’s hard again. Was it because she was seen? Why is she the only one who has to deal with this? Frustrated, she puts one hand on the wall of the shower and uses the other to take care of it. Memories of that bounty hunter make it easy. She watches the thick cum going down the drain, then gets out and dries.

She joins Obi-Wan in the cockpit.

“You are distracted, my Padawan,” he says, keeping his eyes on the controls.

“Yes, Master.”

“Why?”

“It’s her,” Enthea tells him honestly.

“The Sith, or the bounty hunter?”

“The bounty hunter.”

“What is she like?” he asks, turning to frown at her.

“In touch with her feelings. Uninhibited. The opposite of a Jedi,” Enthea replies. “She’s fun, Master.”

“You’ve given this some thought. Are you having second thoughts about your commitment to the Jedi order?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. We’ve identified your bounty hunter; she was recorded on a great deal of surveillance footage after leaving the casino. Footage that you should not watch if you find her so distracting,” he adds.

“Yes, Master.”

“Her name is Blu Bahls. She owns a ship called Seiki Ondori. It’s old, but fast. She’s already left Coruscant, and there’s no telling where she is now. She’s been relatively successful in her work. Whoever she is, she has considerable training and skill. She is both dangerous and amoral, Enthea, as all bounty hunters are. Her actions toward you make that clear,” he says sternly.

“But Master, it’s equally clear that her intention was not to share the recordings that she made,” Enthea protests.

“She still made them without your permission, Enthea. And the same for her other partners. Don’t let your lust cloud your judgment. She’s done a terrible wrong,” Obi-Wan says, adjusting his instruments. “And the day may come when you will be the one to stop her. If that time comes, your mind must be clear.”

“Yes, Master. What can you tell me about Master Laki? I had never even heard the name.”

Obi-Wan sighs, sinking into his chair. “Master Laki is seldom spoken of because she takes controversial positions on many sensitive issues.”

“Didn’t Master Qui Gon also have controversial positions?”

“I assure you, Enthea, Master Laki makes Master Qui Gon look as proper and disciplined as you and I. She was an order of magnitude more of a troublemaker.”

“Is that why she was exiled?”

“Yes. And it wasn’t because of her power, as the Council would have you believe,” Obi-Wan says with a sideways glance.

“But she was not expelled from the Jedi Order?”

“No. She’s too powerful to be expelled. The Council is terrified of what could happen if they upset her,” Obi-Wan says, gazing out at the stars.

“She wasn’t upset to be exiled?”

“Not at all. I expect she’s never been happier, although I never had many dealings with her. I was still a Padawan when she was on Coruscant. She and Master Qui Gon were close.” Obi-Wan hesitates. “There were rumors that they were very close. I’ve never stopped wondering what it was at the end that compromised Master Qui Gon’s focus.”

“Oh, my word,” Enthea says, shocked.

“Merely rumors,” Obi-Wan adds, looking bitter for a moment. “She’s human like me, Enthea. But her anatomy is like yours. She has an affinity for facets of the **** that the Council is uncomfortable with. She has knowledge and expertise that the rest of us dare not approach.”

“Why?”

“The Dark Side lurks in those places,” Obi-Wan says. “Best not to go there. Master Laki is not afraid, and she always succeeded in striking a balance. She mastered these powers, yet was never corrupted by the Dark Side. Her power rivals that of Master Yoda, but her ability to wield it is erratic at best.” He looks thoughtful. “She reminds me of that Sith in that way. I believe at her best, that Sith would have been more than a match for the two of us. But something had distracted her. I wonder if it was Blu Bahls.”

“The Sith is like me.”

“What?” Obi-Wan looks at Enthea sharply. “What do you mean by that?”

“Only that she is strong with the ****, and she has been… intimate with Blu Bahls. Their encounter may have been memorable.”

Obi-Wan nods. “Yes. There’s something about this bounty hunter. We’ll need to capture her as soon as possible. Master Laki should be able to help track her. She’s something of an expert when it comes to matters of carnal desire.”

“Perhaps I could learn from her,” Enthea suggests hesitantly. “My desires have always held me back.”

“Don’t be in such a hurry to move forward, Enthea. You may not like what you find,” Obi-Wan warns. “And learning from Master Laki would be extremely dangerous. She is the only Jedi to harness these powers and keep herself free of corruption—but she is not the only one to try. Many have failed and gone to the Dark Side. I don’t want to see you become one of them.”

“Yes, Master. What’s wrong?” Enthea asks, seeing the look on his face.

“She hasn’t gone to the Dark Side that we know of,” Obi-Wan says, rubbing his chin. “It’s been years since anyone has seen or spoken to her. Enthea, until we know otherwise, Master Laki is a Jedi. Do you understand?” He looks at her directly.

“Yes, Master.”

“But you are not, under any circumstances, to trust her.”