Tricking the Fleet

“Unknown ship, identify yourself!” a gruff voice announced over the radio, interrupting Alema as she sat on Wes’ lap and hadn’t even started to have fun yet. The young Twi’lek let out a long sigh as she got off her prey and moved to the radio in the cockpit.

“Ahem, ahem,” Alema said as she prepared to talk to the Republic soldier on the other end. “Ah, yes, hello,” she said in a very feminine voice. “This is the Jedi Ship Redemption, requesting access to the system. The Jedi High Council can confirm our,” she told the man on the other side of the radio.

“Let us check with the Jedi Temple...” the voice over the radio said.

“Now let’s hope the master was able to set up her communication array to trick them,” Wes said as he waited next to Alema.

“You doubt her?” Alema asked.

“Her, no. But she needed two other ships to set it up and there’s no guarantee that they weren’t intercepted by Republic dogs,” clarified Wes.

“Yes, that is true. But I’m sure the Mistress picked the best she could to ensure that part of the plan works,” speculated Alema. The two waited in bated silence for a few moments as multiple Republic ships had moved in to surround them.

“If she doesn’t, I doubt we’ll be able to escape before they blast us into space,” deduced Wes as he got into the pilot’s seat, just in case they had to make a quick exit.

“I have just talked with a Master Airatum of the High Council and confirmed you two are to explore the remains of the Star Forge for any information that can be used against the Sith Empire attacking the Republic. Our ships will escort you to the remains,” the soldier said before he cut communications.

“If you will follow us, Redemption, we will take you to the only working docking bay of the station,” a Republic captain said on one of the ships that began to pull away from the ship of the two Sith.

“Well, that went better than I thought,” Wes said as he brought the ship around to follow their chaperone to the docking bay.

“The Mistress’ plans have all worked so far, why did you doubt it wouldn’t now?” asked Alema.

“I never said it wouldn’t work out, I just figured something would have gone wrong and forced us to adapt, because that has happened with every mission so far,” Wes told his companion. “You are a walking example of that.”

“And I was the happiest accident you’ve ever gotten, wasn’t I?” Alema said with a wink and a peck on the cheek of Wes.

“That has yet to be determined,” retorted Wes as he continued to follow the ship.

“Oh that’s just cause we haven’t fucked all the way yet!” countered Alema. “You didn’t get the full experience since I had to do the whole ‘trying to kill you’ thing!” Alema said in defense of her own sexual skills.
“Yeah, attempting to kill someone while having sex with them kinda turns them off from trying to have sex with you again,” Wes said with contempt in his voice.

“Hmph!” Alema said as she made an angry face and went to sit back down. “Well, at least the hard part is over!” she said in an attempt to make the conversation more positive.

“That was the easy part,” countered Wes as he continued to pilot the ship.

“What do you mean? We got past the Republic Fleet! Now all we gotta do is find the secrets of the Star Forge!” pointed out Alema.

“Exactly,” Wes said calmly. “It’s easy to trick the Republic Fleet. We’ve been doing that for hundreds of years,” pointed out the Sith. “They still think Revan did everything of his own accord. The Emperor’s sheer power made him join the Sith and attempt to conquer them in our name,” Wes told the former Padawan. “The hard part is finding any surviving tech in an ancient starbase that was destroyed hundreds of years ago,” explained Wes. “This ship having to escort us to the only surviving hangar bay proves my point. The very tech and information our master is looking for may not even be here anymore. It could have been lost in the explosion or the memory banks eroded over centuries exposed to the cold vacuum of space,” finished Wes as he followed the Republic ship through a narrow trail of space debris.

“Ah, yeah...I see your point,” admitted Alema. “So, how are we going to find what we need?” asked Alema.

“Simple. We will coerce the Force to show up what we seek,” decided Wes.

“Can we do that?” asked Alema, who was still quite new to the Sith ways.

“Your Jedi teachings are showing,” mocked Wes as he let out a little laugh.

“S-shut up!” Alema said in a huff, her cheeks puffing out.

“The Jedi teach that one should ‘listen’ to the Force and do as it asks. Well the Sith see different. The Force is ours to command not asking nicely to do something. If we want something we take it. We will get to this base and then make the Force bend to our will and lead us to what we are looking for,” Wes explained to the newest member of the Sith Order.

“I see. Mistress did not explicitly tell me that, but the skills she’s been teaching me do seem to have that as the heart of them,” deduced Alema as she went over her many hours of training she had done with her Mistress. She couldn’t help but feel some moisture between her legs, as if she was trained to get wet when thinking of her training with her Mistress. That bitch! She’s trained me to get wet just thinking about our training and sex together! I can learn a lot from her... Alema couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of her Mistress both training her to be like her yet subservient to her at the same time.

“Jedi ship, we have arrived. Please dock here and a security team will meet you to escort you to wherever you need to go,” the ship captain said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two Sith as they got lost in their own thoughts.

“Thank you, captain. You are quite the pilot!” Alema said in a very flirty tone.

“Oh, well, anytime, miss Jedi. You need anything, just ask me, ok? Name’s Captain Trevix!” said the audibly happy man.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll ask you if I need anything,” Alema said as she made sure to exaggerate every syllable of the word. Master really taught her well. She has this guy wrapped around her finger. I see why Master chose her to be her apprentice. I’m merely the muscle needed to get things done. Alema is going to be her true apprentice, teaching her the ways of sex to get what she needs. Perhaps I should eliminate Alema to ensure my usefulness remains. Wes continued to ponder his future with his Master as he prepared to land the ship.