The Escape

“We got what we needed,” growled Wes as he finished downloading the contents of the computer to a data disk. He quickly moved over to Alema, who was keeping their captured Jedi sedated thanks to the Dark Side of the Force.

“Quickly, grab her and let’s move. It’s only a matter of time before they discover what has transpired,” Alema told her companion. Wes heaved the rather light mirialan over his shoulder as Alema opened the turbolift and prepped it for them. The turbolift ride went quickly and was uneventful as the two exited the turbolift and were greeted with the still undiscovered dead bodies of the two guards they had earlier dispatched.

“Well, that’s a good sign at least,” commented Wes as he passed the two guards.

“The Force will not fail us,” replied Alema as the two retraced their path back to the docking bay.

“Be careful, we are nearing the area where that thing attacked us,” warned Wes as Alema peered over the corner of the hallway they were in so she could spy on the hallway they escaped from the creature with. “It looks like they have guards posted. There’s no way we can sneak around them. We’ll have to find another way,” determined Alema as she turned back to Wes.

“Or we could simply kill them and move on,” countered Wes.

“You’re joking, right?” asked Alema, dumbfounded at the supposed idea Wes had suggested.

“It’s only a matter of time before the bodies or us are discovered. We need to get to the ship ASAP, even if it means killing a few guards to do so,” explained Wes. “Besides, a true Sith would happily cut down anybody who stands in their way. Are you sure your Jedi training isn’t popping back up?” Alema let out a gasp, then an angry growl, and finally a sigh. She knew he was right, the reasoning was solid. Time was against them. “If you don’t want to, I can do it,” Wes said as he moved to put down the unconscious Jedi but stopped when Alema raised her hand.

“No, I will do it,” she told him as she pulled out her lightsaber as well as the lightsaber that belonged to their unconscious guest. “Besides, I want to try my hand at dual wielding,” she said with a smile on her face and excitement in her voice. With a red lightsaber in one hand and a green lightsaber in the other, Alema stepped around the corner.

“Ah, master Jedi! We’ve been studying...Why are your weapons ou-,” Alema sliced the scientist’s head clean off his shoulders with one blade as she tossed the second blade at the gaggle of guards and scientists near the debris. The green blade quickly and efficiently removed the heads of every person it touched before the men and women even knew what had happened.

“There, taken care of,” declared Alema as she caught the second blade and made her way back to Wes. Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the station.

“Attention! Attention! Jedi Master Alon is dead and Padawan Mika is missing. The two visiting Jedi are also missing but were last seen with Master Alon and Padawan Mika. Approach them with caution and call for backup before doing so. I repeat..” The message repeated itself as the alarms blared, which put every guard between the two Sith and the hanger bay on alert.

“Well, so much for not being found out,” sighed Alema as she turned and began to run down the hallway. We quickly followed but could not help but admire her ass as he watched the firm cheeks move in her skintight pants.

“On the plus side: now it doesn’t matter if you killed all those guards or not!” Wes said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Are you trying to make me feel better? Because you’re doing a piss poor job of it!” Alema barked back at Wes, who could not help but laugh at her response.

“Fine! I’ll just continue to stare at your tight ass while my hand is firmly on this Jedi’s ass,” said Wes, knowing full well that’d get under Alema’s skin. He knew he was right when she abruptly stopped and turned to face him.

“Really?! We’re running for our lives to escape an enemy station with critical information for our master and a gift for her and all you can think about is drooling over my ass while groping hers?!” Alema screamed at the young and horny Sith. Wes just laughed even harder at the female that stood in front of him as he stopped running so he did not run into her.

“I’m a man and you’re a hot girl, of course I’m gonna think about fucking you all night long and giving you the best orgasms you’ve ever had,” Wes said with a shit eating grin on his face. Now it was Alema’s turn to laugh at the boastful comment made by Wes.

“I highly doubt that. Afterall, you aren’t master and trust me, she can give you mind blowing orgasms,” but you’ve never had the chance, have you? Not many men have. The captain and I have tho, and you’ll never experience pure bliss like that,” replied Alema, now with her own shit eating grin on her face. Wes felt an anger build up in him at this attack on his manliness. He felt like his very being as a Sith was being attacked by this woman who mocked him because she was able to lay with their master while he was denied. With his free hand he quickly grabbed the throat of Alema and pulled her near him. He pulled her up so her ear was next to his mouth where he softly spoke to her.

“When this is all done and over with, I will have you, and you will love it by the time we are done, understand?” he asked as Alema struggled to nod her head against the tight grip the Sith had on her throat. Sure she understood what he had said and the future that was to happen, he released her. She gasped for air as she landed on the ground.

“The mistress...will not..allow that to happen,” Alema said as she struggled to breathe.