Ventress sighed. Her lithe body cried out for stimulation. Her mind, well, she could mediate and masturbate, but her body was a machine that needed honing. Beating up the raw recruits on Korriban was no harder than breathing. After her earlier encounters on the pleasure station she had retreated back to Korriban, cock limp between her legs. It had felt like a month had elapsed since she was supposedly confined there.
Her comm unit beeped. Must be another mocking call from Amidala. She thought while reaching over and hitting a button.
“I see you’ve settled in well.” Palpatine’s visage greeter her. Fuck! Asajj straightened up immediately.
“Master!”
“With no detectable,” Palpatine hovered over that word, “transgressions I see no reason to restrain you to Korriban. I am rescinding your punishment. You may roam free again.”
Ventress bowed then narrowed her eyes. “Thank you masters. May I assume you have an assignment for me?”
“Very good. Very good.” The Sith Lord laughed. “I do. A mining team for the Republic has found a Kyber crystal.”
Ventress nodded. Kyber crystals were used in lightsabers and existed with the **** itself. Surely she wouldn’t call over republic fools tripping over a single rock. The Sith Lord continued, “if the report is to believed it is massive and one of the largest ever found. I want you to find it and retrieve it.”
“As you wish Master.” Ventress bowed.
“If you cannot retrieve it, destroy it.”
“As you wish.”
“Oh and if you find my errant daughter, do bring her back.” The assassin’s eyes widened but she said nothing. Padme’s missing? Without further comment Palpatine closed the link, ending the conversation.
Finally. She thought, a smile plastered across her face. Despite the warning that Padme had disappeared Asajj wasn’t concerned. Her own benefit was what mattered now. Ventress took a step then paused. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Turning around, the dathomiri walked to her wardrobe, stripping the entire way. She pulled a chemical vial out from its holder and snapped it to a receptacle on her shower. As the water started up the vial kicked on, turning it a beige color. Ventress stepped in.
Several moments later she emerged. Ventress’s alabaster flesh was now a more human-like tan. Walking back to her wardrobe she opened a small container and removed two contacts. Gently, Ventress placed them in her eyes and blinked. Her steely grey eyes were no longer there. Instead cool blue eyes greeted her. With a sigh, she removed one last article from her wardrobe; a wig. She slid on the blonde article and adjusted it. Ventress was now a stranger, even to herself.
***
“You look absolutely hideous.” Maula stated as the disguised Ventress entered. Asajj realized, much to her annoyance, that she could still be picked out as a **** user. The member that swung between her legs was a dead giveaway. She needed to make it disappear, a technique that both Palpatine and her daughter had mastered. Ventress never bothered to learn the technique; she was a proud dathomiri warrior. A night sister of considerable power. Yet, she knew discretion was certainly the better option. Palpatine was on Coruscant, Padme has dropped off everyone’s scopes for weeks. That left just one other person.
“I’d call you Sithspawn, but you’d take it as a compliment.” Ventress replied.
“Why are you here?” Maula put down the artifact she was studying. “This isn’t a social call.”
“You and I both know that time has passed.” Long ago, before they were made Sith assassins Maula and Ventress had been lovers. Their rivalry had broken their relationship and made it a sore spot, at least to Ventress. Maula had one of the best asses in the galaxy and she longed to plow it one last time. “I came for a favor. I need you to perform the **** blocking technique.”
“Ahh, an ability of considerable skill!” Maula rejoiced, her yellow eyes settling on Ventress. “I’ll do it. For a price.”
“There’s always a price with you.” She stated dryly.
“Always. I’ll name it later. For now, I’ll put in a code word for you to unbind the power.”
“How kind of you.” Maula told her the phrase. “You fucking bitch.”
Maula smirked. “Do you want the ritual or not.”
Ventress sighed, Maula had her by the balls. Literally. “Fine.”
Maula smiled, all teeth. “And if you do release it. Keep it in your pants, I’m not bailing you out….again.”
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