To the Chamber of a Strange Host

The group inside the Elevator could do little but wait for a few moments before they felt the room stop moving, and all eyes turned towards the door. The clones instinctively lifted their weapons and slowly approached, but Luminara held up her hand to command them to stop.

"We must not be too aggressive. If there is someone here, it would be best we show we mean no harm." The Jedi Master explained as she walked towards the door.

As she did, the doors clicked and begun their heavy creaking whine as they begun to open once more... but this time on their own with nobody in sight to touch them. Now they way out hung wide open, and Master Luminara stepped forward to lead the way in with her Padawan following closely behind.

The new room was long, with a walkway illuminated by lights hanging from the walls and ceiling in shades of green and blue leading over towards a circular chamber at the end, though this one didn’t have a set of doors before it and didn’t look the same as the one the Jedi stood in now.

Luminara was at the front of the group, with Barriss behind her and the clones following suit. As they walked down the hall, Barriss would look over at the walls and see that the decorations were still similar to those they had seen down below. Paintings of various scenes of debauchery, massive breasts on females from various species, some with male genitalia that they put to use in violating the entrances to the beautiful creatures within the frame. One of the clones let out a sharp whistle, before Commander Gree told them to stow it. Barriss tried to not let her gaze linger, until her eyes rested on a particular painting…

It was a Togruta, a familiar shade of Orange skin and white and blue head horns, laying nude upon a bed with her fingers held up, gesturing for the viewer to come and join them…

Barriss bit her lip and tried to look away, try not to think of whom it reminded her of. It looked so real too…

Luminara stopped walking, and in turn Barriss and the Clones ceased as well. The Padawan looked ahead of them and saw a large black object at the center of the circular chamber… but this time it was much larger and shaped differently. At the center of the circle was a pool of water, with four pathways leading to a small island in the middle where the object sat.

“Show yourself, I can sense your presence.” Master Luminara said to seemingly no one, as she did not turn to face anyone in her group. Barriss took a brief look around. What was her master talking about? She didn’t sense anyone here…

“Well now, it seems we finally have some new guests. And here I thought you lot were going to just ogle my home from the outside!” A voice suddenly sounded. It was feminine, with a mature and smug tone to it. The group, save for Luminara, glanced around to find the source, before it was revealed to them.

The object resting at the center island of the small pool rotated, and sitting in the chair was a red skinned female with two tails running down from her head. A Twi’lek? Her skin was a bright red color, decorated with black tattoos that ran all over her figure, and all she wore to protect her decency was a skimpy black leather outfit.

She wasn’t like any Twi’Lek Barriss had ever seen, her thoughts lingering to the race of beautiful women. They had such exotic and brightly colored skin, it must be so smooth to the touch, especially on their shapely asses and chests. Perhaps Master Secura was similarly soft to the touch…

Barriss caught herself blushing again, and again she tried to conceal it. Where were these thoughts coming from? It was making her feel a warmth between her legs and she didn’t know why she was thinking like this…

“I have some questions I’d like to ask you, starting with who you are?” Master Luminara spoke, her composure holding much better than that of her apprentice.

The Twi’Lek stood up from her chair and took a few steps forward, each one with an exaggerated sway of her hips as she looked up and down the group of Jedi and Soldiers.

“Who am I? Hmmmm I’m not sure you could pronounce my name in polite conversation, so how about Talon? That’s the name of the form I’ve chosen, though this one won’t exist for over a century in your universe, if at all. Continuity and all that.” The alien woman spoke, rubbing her chin as she did before letting her hands fall down to rest at her wide hips.

“The form you’ve chosen?” Barriss questioned. Could this women be some kind of shape changer?

“Yes! Do you like it? Go ahead, be honest.” This woman, apparently calling herself Talon, or at least calling her form Talon, stood from her chair and let her body be displayed to the group. She rotated slowly, letting them all get a good view of her rear and her red ass cheeks.

The blush on Barriss's face was overwhelming, and the warmth within her was becoming a burning fire. "I... I..." She managed to mutter out. She tried to look away, to think of something else, but her eyes were glued to the mesmerizing figure. What was this feeling flowing through her? It was so unfamiliar... and enticing.

Master Luminara did not look at her Padawan, but she needed to get real answers out of this... this... space slut! She thought on how to proceed.