Infiltration

“Welcome, esteemed Jedi,” a Republic ensign told the two undercover Sith as they disembarked from their ship.

“It is a pleasure to be among you all as you guard this wicked machine,” Alema said in a soft and sweet voice. Her training with Mistress Mutaria had taught her that this type of voice would work best on men and she planned to use it all the way to the control room for this weapon of war.

“Thank you, esteemed Jedi. We feel safer now that we have two additional Jedi here,” the ensign said as he led the two away from the docking bay.

“Yes, we have come to check on their progress. The Council is most interested in their findings,” Wes said as he came up with a lie on the spot. Master either didn’t know or neglected to mention there were already Jedi here. Could honestly be both, knowing her. Wes watched Alema nice ass sway in front of him as she followed the ensign, whispering slight innuendos and compliments to the young man to keep him distracted. Wes continued to watch the Twi’lek’s ass as he ruminated their next move. The presence of Jedi here does complicate things. If they check to see if we are actual Padawans, we may be discovered. The ship that intercepted the original transmission may no longer be in place to intercept an additional transmission now that it’s perceived mission is over.

“And here is the turbolift to the upper reaches of the station,” the soldier said as he pointed to the turbolift next to him. “Be warned: the turbolift does not go directly to the control room. It goes to a few floors below it. You’ll have to go through some corridors and stairwells to get to the control room. Despite our best efforts, there are some aggressive fauna that may attack you there. Most of the time it’s just mynocks, but there may be something else there,” finished the ensign as he saluted the two faux-Jedi and left.

“Well, that was easy,” Alema said with a big grin on her face.

“Well you stop saying that. You are almost guaranteeing for something to go wrong,” warned Wes as he made his way to the turbolift.

“Oh stop being such a worrywart!” countered Alema. “Big deal, we’ll have to kill some mynocks. Those flying pests aren’t exactly a threat to a Force user,” pointed out Alema.

“Yes, mylocks will be no threat to us, but I’m more concerned about the ‘something else’ he mentioned,” Wes told his colleague.

“You’re starting to sound like a Jedi with all your worrying,” mocked Alema.

“Well, the last time I went into ancient ruins, I was attacked by a Force Remnant of Darth Malak. So, yeah, not the best experiences with ancient ruins,” Wes informed Alema.

“Wait...REALLY?!” asked Alema, completely shocked.

“Yes, really. Almost died too. Turns out even a remnant of an ancient Sith Lord is still pretty fucking strong,” Wes said as Alema got right next to him to hear his story better.

“How’d you survive? Who saved you? Was it our master?” asked Alema.

“I survived thanks to my training and natural abilities with the Force. As for who saved me? It was not master but rather the Sith Lord in charge of the dig: Darth Oswall. Together, we used Force Lightning to overload an ancient Star Map and it exploded, destroying the Force Remnant,” explained Wes.

“Woooooow! That’s amazing. I must say, I’m pretty impressed. Perhaps you are worth something more than just a quick fuck!” Alema said with a grin as the turbolift dinged as it reached its location. The two exited the turbolift and began their way through the dark corridors of the Star Forge wreckage. The actual corridor was mostly intact save for a few places where a shield had to be erected to keep the corridor pressurized. As they made their way through, they heard the cries of what sounded like mynocks nearby.

“Let’s hurry. I don’t feel like walking through a swath of mynock guts once they realize we are here,” Wes said as he began to speed up. Alema quickly followed since she, too, did not want to deal with those space pests.

“Those things are the worst. And it sounds like they are getting closer,” Alema said as the two turned a corner to see a pack of mynocks in front of them. “Oh come on!” Alema cried out, which caught the attention of the creatures. They let out a piercing cry which chilled the two Sith to the bone as the group of creatures swarmed around them. The two Sith at first swatted at the creatures who easily dodged their hands.

“These fuckers are quick!” admitted Alema as her hands swatted air instead of any of the flying creatures. “Oww! That bitch!” Alema yelped in pain as one bit her neck. She was able to wack that one with her hand and the creature fell to the ground and was quickly squashed under her boot. “That’s it, I’m killing them all!” said the angry Twi’lek as she grabbed her lightsaber and ignited it. The crimson blade quickly found its way into the flesh of multiple mynocks that were in front of the angry woman. She continued slashing at the space pests, hitting a few of them but many more dodged her attacks.

“Your blade won’t be able to kill all of them, girl,” Wes said as he walked forward, straight into the swarm of mynocks. “Witness the power of the Dark Side of the Force!” Wes said as his fingers began to cackle with small arcs of electricity. “BEGONE PESTS!” yelled Wes as he shot Force Lightning from both hands straight into the pack of mynocks. The creatures cried out in pain as the electric power ripped and tore through their bodies. The sheer amount of power being pushed into the tiny creatures caused them to all explode. Smoke and guts go flying everywhere, covering the two Sith in the remains of the creatures they just fought.

“Well, this is gross...” sighed Alema as she flung some guts off her face with her hands. “Did you have to make them all explode?” she asked Wes, who also was removing guts from his face.

“Are they not all dead?” he countered her question with one of his own.

“Ugh. That’s not the point!” huffed Alema as the two started walking again. “Now I have to take a bath and change my clothes!” complained the Twi’lek.

“Wait do you feel that?” asked Wes as he stopped moving and held up his arm to stop Alema.

“Yes...I do...” Alema said as she grabbed her lightsaber and looked around.