Veltran, Ventress’s alias, had ingratiated herself with the spaceport dock workers. Olkaro proved surprisingly difficult to influence and without the **** more manual methods were beyond reason. Threatening him would make matters worse, and offering herself up to slimy Weequay was beneath her Sith heritage. Worse yet, he was a Republic loyalist, and determined to sell the giant crystal to the republic. But Ventress was nothing of not cunning. The Nightsister decided to bypass the seller completely and hijack the shipment. It would be a win for the sith: they wouldn’t have to pay a dime and Ventress would keep some dignity. Then I can release this block and go back to the important things. She thought, crossing her arms over her chest.
The dockworkers, truly the under appreciated people on the planet, were thralls under her charms, or rather the Corellian whiskey she bought them. It didn’t take much convincing for her to act as a loader for the oversized crystal. A sharp voice snapped her out of her self reflection. “Easy with that.”
Shit. Ventress figured a Jedi would make the transfer, she didn’t expect it to be *that* Jedi. Obi stood at the loading ramp inspecting cargo as it was being loaded onto the uninspiring YV-929 transport. Her mouth watered slightly as she admired the Jedi’s form; oversized breasts presenting a deep valley of cleavage while her large ass and oversized member made loose fitting pants tight across those curves.
“You there. Worker.” Asajj stiffened; her body roughly jerking the repulsor sled to a halt.
“Yes master Jedi?” She tried to sound surprised, even flattered she would notice her, but the words came through strained teeth.
“What is your name?”
“Veltran ma’am.” Obi’s gaze was piercing.
“Have I met you before?”
“Not unless you’ve been to Jedha before.” She intoned. “There’s a bar here that caters to **** users, The Sanctuary. I’ve been there a few times, though I’m not sure I could handle a Jedi of your caliber if that’s what you’re asking.”
Flustered, Obi moved on. “Right, my mistake.”
Slut. Ventress thought, pleased in her victory. She resumed her position, pushing the sled of cargo to the ship. It wasn’t just the crystal the republic was after, but seemed like they were looting the planet. Behind her one last sled was being pushed by another worker. After that they’ll go. Ventress gambled on inattentive eyes and one more fact: Obi came alone. She wouldn’t be able to fly her ship out of here and the Delta 7 wouldn’t be able to clamp onto the YV for transport. She locked down the sled. “That's the last of it?”
The woman behind her nodded. “I’ll get this, you can join the others.”
Ventress grabbed the last bit of cargo and put it into place. She triggered the ramp, already in motion. By the time the seals locked the **** blocked futanari was in her spot; hidden amongst the cargo the Republic and Sith both desired. Of course, all the crates paled in comparison to the giant Kyber crystal across the way. Even without the **** Ventress could feel the power emanating from it. What does Sideous want with this? She wondered. Ventress’s train of thought was interrupted by the ship shuttering beneath her, the crew turning up the repulsor lifts and gunning the engines.
The momentary lapse caused her to shift and lose her balance. Her arm shot out to stabilize her tumbling form and in that moment she grasped the crystal.
***
Obi watched the ship rumble and lift off. **** knows what the Council will do with this. She thought as the freighter became a speck in the sky. She pulled her hood back over her head and started back to her ship. The jedi knew she should see the crystal safely back to Coruscant yet Satine and her offer still enticed her.
***
Asajj stumbled into the cockpit, her brain still rattled by the vision she had inadvertently received. The transport had long made the jump to lightspeed and was now ripe for the picking.
“Everyone hands up.” She said, brandishing a blaster. Unfortunately, the statement came out as a slur rather than domineering words.
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