Starkiller enters what appears at first like a Cantina but the force warns him all is not as it appears.
Looking to his right he sees a Weequay man with a human woman riding his lap as he smokes something from a hookah that has his head lolling backwards.
'Drug den slash whore house, why would Quilen Vos bring Alya here? Maybe they tracked their target here?' Starkiller's question gets answered as a light turbo laser cannon descends from the ceiling and a laser tracking instrument paints his chest green.
"Shit!" Starkiller curses and rolls out of the way of the starship grade weapons fire, while tossing his golden-bladed lightsaber in the turret's general direction.
Half of the turret falls to the floor while the lightsaber returns to Starkiller's waiting palm.
Doors open and a dozen IG-86 Security/Assassin droids flood the room all opening fire on Starkiller without warning.
'Should have really dropped some points in dodging, blocking and redirecting!' Starkiller shouts in his mind while activating Force Slow.
Time slows to an almost complete stop allowing Starkiller a moment of respite from the sheer wall of blaster fire coming his way.
He moves to the booth where the hookah, whore and miscreant are keeping each other company and grabs the table.
Puts it on its edge and begins rolling it into a more generous position.
Time resumes and now behind cover Starkiller uses the force to grab and turn one of the IG droids so it fires on its brethren.
The other droids react and fill the offending droid full of blaster fire. Which somehow activates the manipulated droids self-destruct functions.
The resulting explosion takes out three of the droids. At the opening the explosion offers Starkiller, he uses force push. Which pushes away a number of droids while using force grip and pulls two of the IG droids to him.
Once they are in range he slices those two droids in half, and then throws his black bladed lightsaber making it follow a U-pattern through the air slicing off the heads of three other droids.
Feeling confident at the reduced numbers Starkiller turns his cover into a weapon and launches it at a grouping of droids before lunging at other droids and pulling his discarded lightsaber back to his hand.
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'Wait…it's over already?! Wow, I really got in the zone during that…' I don't waste more than a few seconds to look at my handy work before heading in the direction. That I somehow know will take me to Aayla's location.
Walking down a hidden set of stairs that one of the droids walked up.
Into an area larger than the cantina above me, there are dozens of cubicles…with people in various stages of carnal pursuits here.
The place reeks of drugs, sweat, alcohol and other smells typically associated with sex.
The few glances I take into these cubicles reveal women or men stoned out of their minds while less inhibited men or women use them for their pleasure.
Passing one of these cubicles where there is a Rodian girl who can't be any older than Ana. I lose the indifference that I've been feeling towards the men and women that are obviously being dosed and raped.
Striking out with my black bladed lightsaber splitting the human man in half. The gag in the girl's mouth, her hands bound above her heads preventing her from running off or crying for help.
"Easy little one, I'm not going to hurt you." I try to soothe her as I deactivate the lightsaber occupying my right hand and hang it on my belt.
With my right hand free I reach out and begin undoing what binds her.
Now free, the girl looks up at me with disbelief filled eyes, reaching into the secure pouch on my belt. I hand her some money and say.
"Get out of here child." Unlike I expected, the girl doesn't take the money but looks towards one of my blasters.
Pull the blaster free from its right holster and hand the blaster to her, "Point and pull the trigger, don't aim it at yourself." The girl nods her head understanding.
Turning around I leave the girl to do what she feels she must, taking a very big risk by exposing my back to her.
No betrayal comes from behind, so I continue on my way to Aayla and Quilen Vos's location.
Arriving at a set of square blast doors, like what would be found on a venator. I cut my way through them and use force pull, to pull the slabs of metal towards me.
In the distance I can hear the distinct sound of my Westar-55 Heavy blaster firing off bolts.
Moving into the room, I find a rather frightening blue skinned Twi'Lek male. Quilen Vos strung up in electrified chains with blood pooling underneath them and Aalya stripped bare.
A panting mess with beads of perspiration running down her flawless blue skin. Her face seemingly flushed a dark blue her cunt glistening in the light, a few stray whimpers leaving her as she tries to lift her ass off of the metal table she is restrained to.
Hips thrusting and rolling in need. 'Aphrodisiacs, mixed in with whatever drug he used to give her amnesia?' putting the questions out of my mind I begin walking towards the now cowering Twi'Lek scum.
"She is your niece!" My voice comes out as little more than a growl of rage.
"She is schutta, just like it's mare!" Pol Secura roars back at me, a bit of bravery filling him.
Gripping this scum with the force I lift him into the air and make his limbs extend outwards like someone begin paused mid air doing a jumping jack.
A sense of calm washes over me seeing him defenseless and unable to inflict whatever he had planned on inflicting on Aayla.
"The only Schutta here is you!" I punctuate my words by hitting him with a small amount of lightning and pulling his arms and legs from his body.
His screams echoing in the torture chamber.
Blood spurts from where his limbs finally stretched and separated from his body, raw jagged strips of flesh dangle in the air.
He no longer screams, his throat and lungs probably too raw from all the screaming, pulling him towards me.
"I should leave you here an armless, legless piece of poodoo to die in a puddle of your own blood and filth. For what you intended to do to your own flesh and blood. But I'm not a monster like you." I finish Pol Secura off by stabbing my golden bladed lightsaber up through the underside of his chin and through his skull.
With Pol Secura now one with the force I focus my attention on Aayla. "P-please make it stop!" Aayla gasps and whimpers
"I don't know how?" And doesn't that hurt like a bitch, because I really want to help her.
Turning away from Aayla I move to Quilen Vos and cut him down and use force grip to prevent him from smacking down onto the hard floor.
Kneeling down, checking Quilen Vos's pulse. It feels weak.
'He's an alien species…I know he's injured but I have no idea of his baseline heart rate.' Aayla's whimpers draw my attention back to her.
It's hard to peel my eyes from her bare pussy lips, shiny from her drug aroused state.
But when I do my eyes get drawn to her full tits with flushed dark blue approaching violet nipples.
Closing my eyes and reaching out with the force, I search for an antidote... anything that can help Aayla. But the force is silent except for Aayla's pleas for help, and to make it stop.
Moving from Quilen"s side returning to Aayla. I use the force to pry open her bonds without marring her flesh.
Aayla throws herself at me desperately grinding her body against mine, her hands undoing my armor.
Hands slipping into my pants, feeling one of her soft warm hands wrapping around my cock while her head tails slide over my shoulders.
"P-please, th-the only way-way to ma-make it stop is to." Aayla gasps and I remove my helmet.
Her mouth drops open in surprise before her lips slam against mine with an inexperienced ravenous desperation.
'The one time I have the opportunity to fuck a sexy alien babe and don't want to, is the one time, one is literally throwing herself at me.' Aayla removes her lips from my own and starts licking my neck, mewling sexily.
"Aayla, concentrate on the force. You are a Jedi, repeat after me. There is emotion, but there is only peace. There is no ignorance that can't be cured by gaining knowledge. There is no passion that can't be tamed with serenity. For all the chaos, there is also harmony. Death is not permanent, it continues on in the Force."
Aayla struggles to repeat my words but the further she gets through them the less desperate she becomes.
"Again Aayla, say it again with me. There is emotion, but emotions will not rule me. There is no ignorance that can't be cured by gaining knowledge. There is no passion that can't be tamed with serenity. For all the chaos, there is also harmony. Death is not permanent, all life continues on in the Force." Aayla shakily manages to repeat my words once more and with more confidence than before.
"Say them to me Aayla. Th-there is emotion, but emotions wi-will not rule me. There is no ig-ignorance that can't be cured by gai-gaining knowledge. There is no passion that can't be tamed with serenity. For all the chaos, there is also harmony. Death is not permanent, all life continues on in the Force." Aayla murmurs confidence in her words and body language.
"This is not the Jedi code…not the one the council approves of…" Aayla mutters with a bit of warning leaking into her voice.
"I am not a Jedi nor am I Sith. I am Starkiller, and this is my code. Without passion there can be no peace. Without hate there can be no love. Without love there can be no fear. Without fear there can be no survival. The universe is chaotic, yet I survive in the chaos. There are many paths to be walked to be one with the force but I walk my own path, for I am Starkiller." Aayla looks at me with an almost horrified expression on her face.
"I…" Aayla struggles to come up with a greater response than "I" so I smack down the our shit don't stink cause we're "Jedi" garbage that she's not as greatly brainwashed by given that she was brought to the order at round six years old.
"There are many differing philosophies on the force and what dictates light and dark. The Jedi have decided they know what's right and shove their opinions of the force down everyone's throat. Those who still won't relent…or repent in their beliefs even if they aren't harmful to anyone but themselves. The Jedi label them as heretics and claim that those people just because they believe something different from them that they pose an immediate threat and danger to the Republic. and then the Jedi use that self righteous belief that they know best to lead holy wars to exterminate these sects with different views of the force. The sith are no better either.
I want you to think long and hard about the simple truth that if I did not come for you. When I heard your cry for help through the force you would have likely spent the rest of your life in a drug induced stupor being sexually assaulted by your own family members. While the Jedi would have just marked you and your master as having died on mission they'd have a small service for you. And if by some way you and your Master returned to the order.
They would have acted like they always believed in you and that what you suffered was a trial given to you by the force to overcome." Aayla develops a constipated expression and I have to bite back the groan when Aayla's hand that is still wrapped around my cock begins to stroke my length once more.
"I-I saw you in my visions…there was a war…there was so-so much pain, suffering, darkness and betrayal. Who are Ani and Ana Skywalker?"