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Mission's Mission

By Big D

Disclaimer: Not Mine. No Profit. No Shit.



The Hidden Bek base was not a quiet place.

The great machines and other assorted devices needed to keep Upper Taris running smoothly were located in the Lower City. They were the grubby necessity beneath the gleaming surface above, and they were noisy as hell.

It wasn't like the smooth, steady hum that was part of daily life onboard a starship. It was more of an erratic, wheezing cough, the kind that signaled approaching death.

All in all, it wasn't the kind of sound I wanted to hear just before I risked my life in an idiotic swoop race. And it wasn't doing a damn thing to help me sleep.

"Bastilla..." I said to the empty room, letting the name run across my lips and tongue, trying to figure out why it seemed so familiar.

As far as I could remember, I'd never so much as spoken to a Jedi before, much less one who was being credited with blunting the Sith advance. Her Battle Meditation was quickly becoming the stuff of legend among the soldiers of the Republic Army.

Even so, all she'd really done was prevent the Sith from driving directly into the heart of the Republic, the Core Worlds. She couldn't stop them from setting the Outer Rim on fire, a fire that would inevitably burn inwards, slowly, and with more destructive power than any direct assault.

I couldn't help but think that if the Sith were going to win anyway, then a quick killing blow would've been better than the war of attrition we were now fighting. I'd watched a lot of friends die in this war, so many I couldn't even remember their names, and the prospect of seeing even more good men and women die in order to protect a corrupt Senate and their Jedi lapdogs was enough to make me ill.

I sat up in the bed and scrubbed my hands across my face. The damned Jedi! The same Jedi who sat by and watched while the Mandalorians nearly conquered the Republic now wanted us to fight to the last man!

I got up, and for the tenth or so time in the last couple of hours, began to pace the small room. It wasn't enough that I was stuck following the orders of those hypocrites, now I had to risk my life to rescue one! I'd already had to fight a full-grown Rancor Beast, take on the entire Black Vulker gang, and break up a slaving operation just to get this far, not to mention all the incidental trouble that seemed to spring up like Onderonian weeds around here.

It was enough to make me want to pack up and leave, to just vanish into the wastes of the galaxy, and let the Republic and Sith fight it out amongst themselves, without me.

I slumped against the far wall and let out a long sigh. I couldn't leave without a ship, and even if I did have one, the Sith had this world sealed up tighter than a Catharian's pussy. I'd never get off-planet without help, and short of joining the Sith, Bastilla was my best option. I closed my eyes and saw her face behind my eyelids. Besides, I needed to know why I felt like I should know her.

There was a chiming noise from the small panel next to the door and I let out an annoyed growl.

"Dammit, Carth, I told you I didn't need any more pep talks." I yelled at the door.

There was another chime so I stalked over and slammed my hand down on the release catch. The door slid open with a slight hiss, and I found myself confronted, not by the well-meaning but very annoying Republic officer, but by a slender, blue-skinned twi'lek girl with wide, fearful eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you!" she squeaked, and tried to back away.

"No, Mission, wait." I said, feeling guilty for scaring her. "You don't have to leave." She looked unsure, so I moved out of the door and motioned her inside. "Please, Mission, come in. I'm not mad at you... I'm just a little tense."

She gave me a relieved smile and ducked inside, letting the door slide shut behind her. She walked to the center of the room and spun around slowly, taking it in and letting out a soft whistle when she was done.

"Boy, Gadon must really like you." she said, impressed.

I let my eyes drift around the cramped room, with its ceiling that threatened to scalp me if I forgot to hunch down, making sure to take in the unidentifiable stains and occasional blaster scarring. Just to my right was a cooling vent that let in a steady rush of lukewarm air, along with an odor that made me think of a room full of Hutts after a large meal. I raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"You're joking, right? I've been in holding cells with more charm than this."

"Well, this is the Lower City." she explained with a little shrug, "Space is hard to come by down here. Normally, we'd squeeze four people in a room this size... six if they knew each other well. But you're an offworlder, so you probably don't understand." She looked up at me. "My brother used to tell me that all offworlders lived in palaces, and that someday we would too."

I felt an amused smile tug at my lips. "Trust me, Mission, not all offworlders are rich." I told her, "I've never even seen a palace, much less lived in one. Hell, I've spent half my life living off of combat rations and waiting for my next chance to get shot at in the service of the Republic."

"Still..." she whispered, looking down at her toes, "it's got to be better than here."

She looked back up at me, and I could see the beginnings of tears at the edges of her eyes. It surprised me somewhat. I'd only known Mission for a day or so, but she didn't strike me as the crying sort.

"Will you take me with you when go? Please?" she asked, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.

I couldn't help but gape at her. "But I thought you liked Taris!" I said, "Besides, I don't even have a way off this planet, what makes you think I could get you off?"

"You'll find a way, I know you will!" she said enthusiastically. "You found a way to get back Gadon's accelerator, you killed that rancor, you even got Big Z back from the Gamorreans! If you can do all that, the Sith don't stand a chance against you!"

"It's not even my decision." I tried to explain to her, "Technically, Carth is my superior officer."

She rolled her eyes at me, a little of her old fire returning. "Gimme a break." she said, "Carth's nice and all, and I'm sure he's a really good soldier, but even he knows that you're running the show. He needs you a lot more than you need him, so if you say I'm coming, he's not gonna argue."

"I just don't know, Mission."

"I can help you!" she begged, "I can do lots of things. I can slice systems, pick locks, all sorts of stuff." She licked her lips nervously and laid down her final card. "And if you want, we can do stuff together." she whispered.

I looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked warily.

She crossed the space between us with a couple of steps and laid her hands on my chest. She had to go up on the tips of her toes to reach my mouth with hers. Her hands slid around my neck and her lithe body pressed against mine as she kissed me. Almost by instinct I took hold of her waist. Her body felt hot to the touch, but then again twi'leks had a higher normal temperature than humans. I could taste a hint of Tarisian ale on her lips, presumably to bolster her courage before she came to see me.

Mission pulled back slightly, but stayed pressed against me. "You can have me anytime you want, for as long as we travel together." She swallowed, "You can even call me your slave, if you want. And I will be, for as long as you want me. I'll do whatever you say... just take me with you."

Her voice was laced with sheer desperation, and I had to admit it was a tempting offer. Republic soldiers were allowed to keep personal slaves as long as they were acquired legally. The reason most didn't was that few soldiers could afford them. And it would be nice to have someone to warm my bunk during the long, cold nights in deep space, someone to tend my wounds after a firefight besides the damn med-droids, who did an acceptable job but had no real concept of pain.

And she was right about the fact that she had other useful skills. I never would've gotten into the Black Vulker base without her help, and once inside she'd proven herself more than capable with a blaster. All and all, it seemed like a good idea, especially for me.

But still, I had my reservations. Mission had lived a hard life, and was mature for her age, but she was still more girl than woman. I couldn't shake the idea that I'd be taking advantage of her. She was damned smart, and on any other world, she'd have a bright future ahead of her. A future she might never see if she got shot full of holes following me around.

I opened my mouth to try and explain that to her, but she could see the look on my face and rushed to cut me off.

"Please don't say no!" she said desperately, "I could be so good to you. Let me show you."

She kept one hand on my neck, but let the other trail down my chest until it was laying on my crotch. My cock had started to get hard when she first kissed me, and the feel of her small, warm hand rubbing the front of my trousers was enough to finish the job.

I heard a little whimper and was surprised to realize that it came from my own throat. It had been a long time since anyone had touched me there, far too long. I tried to speak again, but the words died when Mission unzipped my fly and her hand darted inside. She took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it. By the Force, her hands were soft!

She gently pushed me back until I was leaning against the wall. Her other hand caressed the back of my neck and she whispered in my ear. "I wouldn't do this for just anyone." she said, "From the second I first saw you I knew that you were different... special. I don't just want to leave Taris, I want to leave with you. I want to stay with you."

The hand in my trousers dipped a little lower and Mission wrapped that ever-so-soft hand around my balls. She gently fondled and squeezed them, before letting go of my neck and lowering herself to her knees. She took hold of my cock with both hands and licked the tip slowly. I moaned again, then reached down and pushed the back of her head, urging her deeper. I felt her sweet lips part and my whole cock was engulfed by warm, moist heat of her mouth.

Her hands worked the clasps of my trousers while her head bobbed slowly against my pelvis. Soon my pants were pooled at my feet and Mission was reaching around to get a firm grip on my ass. It didn't seem like such a tiny girl should be able to fit my entire cock in her mouth, but I could feel her nose pressing into my crotch on each downstroke. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Everyone said that twi'leks were finest concubines in the galaxy, and Mission was proving them correct. Her tongue and throat seemed to undulate around my shaft, massaging every inch in a way that no human female could match.

I wanted to tell her that I was close to cumming, but the words wouldn't form. The best I could do was an incoherent groan just before my cock heaved and spurted into her waiting mouth. She didn't back off, but seemed eager to taste every drop. I could feel her moaning wantonly around my meat, and her throat clenching around the head of my prick, trying to swallow it all.

She looked up at me, lips still wrapped around my dick. There was a frenzy in her wide blue eyes, a lust the likes of which I'd never seen before. One of her hands had let go of my rear, and was buried down the front of her tight grey pants. I could see the motion of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt. It was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen in my life.

She let my still-hard cock slide out of her mouth and stood up, practically tearing her coat and shirt off. Her upper body was awe-inspiringly beautiful, all lean lines and perfectly smooth azure skin. Her full breasts stood out with the proudness of youth, and were capped by rock-hard nipples that were almost purple. I bent down and tasted one, my left hand slithering down the front of her pants. She almost collapsed when I eased one thick finger into her tight pussy. I wrapped my other arm around her to hold her up.

"Please." she whispered in my ear, her breath now coming in pants. "I need you inside me, right now."

We made our way awkwardly to the bed, her barely able to stand, and me trying to walk with my pants around my ankles. I let her fall onto the mattress and she immediately began to push off her pants. I yanked off her boots and tossed them across the small room, then took off the last of my own clothing. By the time I was done, she was completely naked and had gotten on all fours, her perfect ass making little humping motions as she waited for me.

I got on the bed behind her and rubbed the warm, round globes. She hissed and pushed back against me, blindly trying to find my cock with her pussy. I let one hand drift down to tweak her clit, and she let out a short, sharp scream. Her soft, wet nether lips were actually throbbing with desire as I lined up my cock with them. I started to push in slowly, but she was having none of that, and her hips pushed back hard, taking all of me inside of her. Her head whipped from side to side as she came, lekku flailing, and I felt her clamp down on me with so much force that it was almost painful.

As her orgasm began to ebb, I started to thrust into her. Her entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and she almost seemed to glow beneath me. The muscles in her back rippled as she began to push back to meet me, and I noticed a faint latticework of scars there, which made me think that she hadn't always gotten away cleanly after her run-ins with the rougher sorts of sentients that inhabited the Lower City. Maybe she really was better off with me.

After a while, I could feel a second load of cum boiling up in my balls. My cock jumped for a second time in the last twenty minutes, and splattered the inside Mission's womb. I felt the strength drain out of me, and I lowered myself down, shifting myself and her so that we were spooned together, my slowly-softening dick still lodged inside of her.

Mission reached back and stroked my cheek lovingly. "So do I get to stay?" she asked with a breathless chuckle.

I wrapped my arms around her even tighter. She felt just right there. "I suppose that I can find some use for you." I teased. She laughed and slapped my hip, then snuggled even closer. A few moments later, I felt her breathing change as she drifted off to sleep.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me as well. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, of that I was certain. Finding Bastilla and getting off this planet would be no easy trick. But for the first time in a long time, it seemed like things were looking up.