405 My SI Stash #5 - Isekai'd to Star Wars by Chastity (Star Wars)

-Chastity seems to be putting his SI Worm fic on hold and just focusing on his new SI Star Wars fic~ Ain't gonna lie, it's another W, albeit chaotic/

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Posted on: https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/isekaid-to-star-wars-commission.13053/ (Chastity)

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Chapter 1

I had gotten a couple weeks off from work, and after lazing around in my house for a day or so, I got so stir crazy I had to go out and do something new. I wound up deciding to go on a whale watching tour at the local aquarium, since it was something to do.

It turned out to be pretty fun - there were a surprisingly large number of whales out and about, coming quite close to the surface. As I watched one just beneath the surface make a long circular movement with its whole body, I heard an enormous splash from behind me and turned to look, fully expecting to see a whale that had come very close to the boat, or perhaps one that had leapt out of the water. Instead, I saw a truck. My brain simply froze, failing to process the image as it flew out of the water like a dolphin leaping into the air, dripping wet as it faced me. It felt like it was in slow motion as it simply glided directly towards me, crushing me roughly against the boat and shattering my whole body in an instant.

I snapped back to consciousness, seated in front of a desk. For a moment, I thought it was just a dream, my butt feeling like it was firmly planted back at the office, the desk having a similar familiarity to it. A glance up, though, revealed I was in a grimy alleyway, cool silver and white metal disrupted by flakes of sticky black gunk that clung to it, some kind of moss or similar material, by the looks of it. The buildings on either side seemed to stretch upwards far, far into the sky, towering pillars of industry with thick glass windows colored in various elaborate shades - though there were only windows well above the ground.

It was a vast alley too, the street proper feeling as if it were blocks away, like the pair of towers had simply eaten away at all the area around us. Despite the fact that there was no natural sunlight, glowing lights from various windows rained down on me between the buildings, and I glanced down at the desk again. Sitting on it was a hardcover book, a belt with a pouch that looked about right to hold the book, and a letter with the words "READ THIS" written at the top in large bright capital letters.

The letter itself was handwritten, in a good, clear, crisp writing. It explained that I had died and been inserted into a new universe, specifically one that... closely resembled Star Wars. I paused, glancing upwards, and the pair of buildings definitely seemed to stretch far higher up than I was used to, even in the big city. It had a distinct aesthetic to it... I turned back to the paper, which explained that I also had been given powers to "aid" in my new life.

It went into more detail, but the short version was that I couldn't have my powers taken away from me by any means, I was immune and invisible to any form of precognition or fate-manipulating powers - which I supposed was good, given the presence of the Force - and that as an actual active power, I was now... psychic. The book on the table was apparently a "Living Tome," which was alive and could actively help me if I asked, and would grow in power alongside me. It also couldn't be permanently destroyed, just reforming if it was incinerated or something. It could also act as a notebook if I wanted it to.

The letter ended by telling me I could now speak and read Galactic Basic Standard, and wishing me good luck.

I put it back down on the table, thinking about what it had said. What the hell was going on? Was I seriously in some kind of bizarre, contrived self-insert scenario like this? Was I just really, really high? I picked up the letter again to skim through it, but it immediately caught flame and I had to hurriedly let it go - it took only a scant second or two for it to completely immolate itself, turning into nothing but ash. I stared at the new pile on the ground for a few seconds... then finally recovered my senses picked up the book.

It looked like a simple hardcover book, well-made but without any title on it. I flipped it open, and found absolutely nothing inside. Every page seemed to be blank.

Remembering that it was supposed to be 'alive,' I leaned forward and spoke in a quiet voice to it. "Could you help me learn my powers?" I felt ridiculous doing it, but the book immediately started to flip to the beginning, ink appearing on the page as if it were bleeding out of the paper itself. What appeared was a beginner's guide to my powers, written in simple, well-typed English. I skimmed through it for a bit, before shaking my head and putting the book into the pouch on the table and slinging the belt around me.

I didn't have much idea of what to do next, so I decided to just wander around, hopefully getting a feel for the place. These stories normally had some kind of event early on to draw the hero into important matters, right?

* * *

I'd been here, by my best guess, for a week, and I was currently sitting in an alley. Before me was the cooked remains of an animal that looked vaguely like a dog; I was chewing on a bit of it, the tough meat hard to really get into my mouth. I was in a shelter, at least. A small little 'house' around the size of a closet, made of scavenged metal that I'd managed to piece together.

Besides the powers I supposedly had, all I had were the clothes on my back. I couldn't even remember my own name. I certainly didn't have any identification, or contacts, or money, so as far as this world was concerned, I was just some random homeless guy living on the streets.

It didn't help that I wasn't in a particularly hospitable spot. Oh, sure, it turned out I was on the capital world of the Republic, Coruscant, but I wasn't in the good parts of it. I was in the underlevels: dirty, lawless, and literally dark, as the towering buildings that stretched up to the sky completely shut out the sky, levels and walkways above us cocooning us from the sun and clouds above.

Apparently there were even worse levels lower down - I wasn't about to find out myself. The first day I was here, I had seen two people get in a fight and one of them wound up stabbed to death. No one gave a shit.

Interesting as it was to see aliens - both of the animal and of the intelligent varieties - I had been more focused on getting some kind of safety. An alcove to build my little hovel in, the metal to make it into a proper shelter, insulating me from the erratic cold and hot winds that came and went due to whatever vague equivalent of a climate this planet had. Once I had that vague, tiny degree of security - limited as it was - I set about trying to learn to use my powers, since they could only improve my current situation.

The book's introduction on my powers was detailed and thorough. There were five schools that my powers were divided into: biomancy, pyromancy, telepathy, telekinesis, and... daemonology. Technically six, but divination wasn't available to me due to my immunity to precognition. I thought it was rather strange that they were divided up like magic, despite supposedly being psychic powers, but what would be the point in arguing about it?

I'd spent most of the week training my powers. I also scavenged a bit of food, and found a source of water - there was a faucet on the side of a building that seemed to dispense clean water, which I was more than happy to drink from.

In terms of what I had to show for it, it was somewhat limited, but definitely something I should be able to leverage soon enough. I'd learned a biomancy technique to keep my body in an ideal state, making me reach and hold a peak level of physical fitness, even slowly altering me to be more attractive over time. I'd learned enough pyromancy to create fire in my hand and throw fireballs - small ones, no bigger than a baseball, but it was useful to have some ability to attack. I could push and pull small objects with telekinesis.

Telepathy was obviously the strongest of them, though. There was a technique to compel people to follow short, basic commands. I'd tried it out on a street far away from my shelter, managing to make people drop what they were holding, or stop their movements. I'd walk by them, say the command, and quickly make my way away. From what I could tell, they were confused by what they'd done, but there was no sign that they realized it was me, specifically, doing it.

Daemonology didn't actually involve demons - or daemons, as the book insisted on calling them - just yet, since it was apparently a more advanced skill. Instead, it only involved rituals, like putting a few drops of my blood on a piece of metal to move my power through it, causing it to produce a small flame if I said 'flame on,' which would disappear if I said 'flame off.'

I mostly used it to make a light in my hovel so I could read.

The rat-thing I was eating had come into my hovel while I was asleep and tried to eat me while I slept; after a lot of screaming and struggling (luckily I had enhanced strength, now), I hit it in the face with a fireball and then began smashing its head in with a piece of metal until I was very sure it was dead.

Since I'd spent so long without any good source of food, I decided to cook it for breakfast. I figured whatever it had, it couldn't be that much worse than starvation, and my biomancy meant I'd probably be safe.

As I kept trying to get the meat down - it was really chewy - I heard a commotion going on outside. I put the slice of meat I was currently eating down, stepping outside to check on what the noise was. I hadn't quite absorbed the local values of "ignore everything you hear, no matter what," so I wandered a bit from my shelter and finally peered around the corner to spot the event in question.

There were five men, all armed with blasters, some human, some not; two of them had a blue-skinned twi'lek girl grabbed by the arms, holding her in place. The still-struggling twi'lek girl had a small cut on her lip, a couple other visible minor wounds elsewhere on her body. It was obvious she hadn't let them capture her without fighting back.

"I've finally caught you, bitch," one of the men said, acting with all the bravado of a guy who was in charge. "The boss is going to give us a huge reward when we bring him your head."

"You can go fuck yourself," she said, spitting up into his face, making him flinch back as saliva hit him.

There was a brief moment's silence as he wiped the spit off with his shirt's sleeve, offering no apparent reaction. Then, with his face retaining that same angry and bored expression, he just punched her full force in the face, making it lol to one side. "The boss said to kill you, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun with you first," he said, smiling viciously, reaching for a knife in his waistband. He started to cut her shirt open.

"You're too chickenshit to get a girl the normal way, huh?" She asked, flailing wildly, attempting to become dead weight, then when that failed, starting to struggle and push herself away. "What? All of you have tiny little dicks too?" She lashed out with a kick at the man cutting open her shirt, but she didn't have the proper leverage.

The part of me interested in continuing to live was telling me not to involve myself in this matter. It was probably comon down here. There wasn't anything I could really do. I should focus on keeping myself alive. I didn't want to get involved in a gang thing. It wasn't nice but I had to be pragmatic, given the situation.

Instead of listening to it, I got out of cover, running towards the men. Mentally, I was calling myself the dumbest piece of shit in the world; also muttering words to much the same effect, except cruder.

The men, naturally, heard me running towards them, their heads swiveling nearly simultaneously over for me. One of them was already leveling his blaster at me, so I quickly gave everything I had into my power. "Let go of what you're holding!" I yelled out.

They all did so. For the ones with their guns in hand, that meant the blasters clattered down onto the ground in front of them. For the ones holding the twi'lek girl, that meant that she was now free, and she immediately started to dive for one of the dropped blasters, taking it in hand and quickly twirling around to shoot one of the men who had just been holding her. I started throwing fireballs, one of them hitting the leader in the face, causing him to instantly hit the ground, writhing in pain, hands desperately smacking at his features to try to put out the fire as he screamed in bloody agony.

I was still in motion even as I'd been throwing fireballs, so I now closed in on one of them who had dropped his blaster - which I promptly snapped up from the ground, shooting its former owner even as the twi'lek girl kept shooting, blasting away at the other man who had just been holding her, her eyes wild with bloodlust in the moment.

That left just one man still on his feet - who had managed to recover his blaster and was now desperately moving away from us. I reached out for his blaster, yanking at it and dragging it out of his hands in the process, which caused him to immediately just book it, running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. The twi'lek girl shot at his retreating form, but she missed, and soon enough he turned a corner. "That's all you people are, isn't it, a bunch of cowards, huh? When you don't have a numbers advantage you just run away! Well, you should! I'll kill you next time I see you!"

By the time she was finished, the leader of the men - the one I'd hit with the fireball - had stopped moving, simply inert and dead on the ground.

I was catching my breath at the time, as the twi'lek kept screaming various curses at the last guy, until finally turning around to face me. "Thanks for the save. I'm Ipresi Kru," she told me, letting out a long breath and absently fiddling with her shirt. The guy had cut a pretty big gash in it, so it probably didn't look to great. "Mind if I ask who you are?"

I hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh and answered. "I don't actually remember my name," I admitted. "I'm not from around here - I just woke up here a week ago."

Her brow furrowed slightly, her lips pursing. "You're from the upper levels, then? Drugged and dumped?"

That wasn't what had happened, but I saw no reason not to agree with it. It was close enough to the truth, and the actual truth was ridiculous and impossible to expect anyone to believe. "Yeah, I think that's probably it."

She let out a little laugh, shrugging as she holstered her blaster. "People get dumped down here for all kinds of reasons. Usually they die, since they're used to the upper levels, and not..." she gestured vaguely around her, "this. It is weird that you'd forget your own name," she admitted. "Even with brain damage..." She trailed off, her lips curled into a faint frown, then she shook her head. "Anyway, I have to call you something. Any preferences?"

"Haven't had much chance for conversation down here," I admitted.

"Hm. How about, Sav? Like for Savior, since you saved my ass." She had a playful smile as she said the words, gently rolling her shoulders as she looked at me. After a moment, she let out a sigh. "With that mind thing you did, are you a jedi or something? I hear they're totally celibate."

"I'm not a jedi," I said. "It just looks similar. It's just something I can do, I've been learning it from... only recently."

She looked me over. I knew I looked like crap - I hadn't bathed, hadn't had a change of clothes, and hadn't had a chance to shave or get anything to eat. "Have you found a place to stay yet?"

"Oh, kinda, I found an alcove and started putting up sheets of... metal..." I said, trailing off lamely as I realized how pathetic I sounded. I did feel a certain amount of pride in succeeding at something like that, but it was quickly overpowered by the shame of being looked at by a rather attractive woman as I recounted my proud tale.

"Well, since I owe you one for handling those layt rat-lickers, you can crash at my place for a while." She paused, scrunching up her nose a bit. "And you can take the opportunity to take a really nice, long, shower, right away, as in first thing," she said, fixing me with a firm gaze.

I hardly had to think about it. "Sure thing, I promise to take a very thorough shower. I miss them," I admitted, earning a small laugh from her. "Can you by any chance spare some food?"

She laughed genuinely at that, a warm smile spreading across her features. "I think you earned at least a couple meals with that showing." She turned her attentions to the corpses. "We should loot the bodies and get going - don't want to get chased down by his friends."

"Makes sense to me," I agreed.

* * *

Ipresi had explained her story to me as I ravenously consumed every last bite of food that she offered me, smiling as she watched me, her chin perched on her palm. I gave some compliments to her home, she gave some compliments to my work in saving her, and since I'd showered already, she just let me go at whatever she had in stock, making conversation here and there, until it turned to her own past.

"It happened a few weeks ago," she'd begun, with only the mildest of promptings, "these guys, the Blade Eaters, started moving into this neighborhood. Taking territory, messing with the locals, you know how it is." I didn't, really, but I made a mild 'mhm' noise to urge her on as I tried to see if I could fit one of the fruits she had on offer entirely into my mouth.

"My parents scavenged things, fixing up trash other people threw away before going ahead and selling them. I helped out around the shop, learned a bit here and there. We sold all kinds of things, but with the Blade Eaters horning in on everything, taking 'protection' money from everybody, business started drying up. My parents tried to stand up to them, and wound up getting killed for it."

She let out a long sigh, leaning back and crossing her arms in front of her as her story entered its harsher stage. I was still trying to put as much food in my mouth at any one time as I could manage, my stomach feeling practically bottomless after everything I'd been through. "I got away, but I decided to get even with those scumbags. I made a few detonators, put them near where places the gang frequented, and blew them to high heaven when they walked out." There was a vicious grin as she said that. "I got a few others with a blaster rifle I stole from one of them." She let out a little chuckle. "Once, they had this little droid, I reprogrammed it and put a bomb in it, and... well, you can probably guess." There was a genuine joy in recounting these stories to me, her body soon leaning forward again, excitement glittering in her eyes. I also got the impression that I was the first person she'd told these stories to.

"You're good with tech, then?" I asked, in between mouthfuls of quite tasty pastries that had been popped out of a can.

"Yeah, I know a lot about it from my parents' work." She paused, turning her gaze back onto me. "The day we met, a few Blade Eaters set a trap for me, actually managed to catch me. If you hadn't showed up, I'd be dead. Thanks. Wish I could tell you they weren't going to be after you too, but..." She trailed off. "Since they probably want both of us dead, we should team up. You seem like a badass, and you've got that weird force magic-" I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the force, but I didn't correct her, "-so why not? We've got the same enemies, after all."

"Sounds good to me." I was honestly mostly just glad for a shower and a fresh meal at that point.

* * *

We spent the next few months killing off the Blade Eaters, getting closer to one another as we worked our way through dozens of bodies until all the membership was scattered or dead. I'd learned to use my powers better and better, and Ipresi had shown her talent at killing people. It wouldn't be quite right to say she was good at winning fights - it was more that she avoided them and instead engaged in one-sided ambushes.

We used the money from the loot we'd gathered - we actually managed to grab a ton of guns from the hideout when they fell apart - to buy a better place. It was a bit strange, buying a home with somebody who was pretty much just a friend and a sort-of business partner, but since we'd had each other's back in countless life and death situations over the months prior, I wasn't too concerned about it.

Shortly after moving in, the problems of having no fresh income source began to present themselves. It wasn't like we could dump our guns into an investment fund. Ipresi quickly found us a contact who could get us contracts for catching or killing people for credits. There were lots of different groups down in the undercity, and there were always at least some of them skirmishing, and there were always people who wanted other people dead and were willing to pay to make it happen. That kept us above water on such matters.

* * *

A year after I'd first met her, Ipresi and I were living together. She was a youthful sixteen at that time (fifteen when we'd met), and I was eating breakfast on the couch, watching a holoprojector screen. It was a damn sight better than "burned rat monster," but it was still the local equivalent of a TV dinner, something you warmed up and ate. Neither of us actually knew how to cook.

On screen, the news was talking about the ongoing war between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Discussions of planets being occupied and invaded, numbers like "millions dead" thrown around for single systems without a trace of surprise or consequence. Sometimes they would show footage of a hollowed-out shell of a city, where troops had been forced to such a grinding seizure of territory that the entire population either died or fled. It sounded far worse than it did in the movies, but then again, they couldn't exactly show the sheer scale of a galactic war in the six hours or whatever they had to do so.

It didn't really matter to me, or to Ipresi, though. We were on the lower levels of Coruscant. The war didn't affect us at all.

My powers had improved over the past year of training, of course. I could heal myself, though I didn't think I was quite to the level of regrowing lost limbs or organs (not that I was testing). I could make myself numb to pain indefinitely, or temporarily for others; I could even electrically shock other people, like a taser or an electric eel. My telepathy could now sense where other sapient minds were around me, which was really useful for bounty hunting.

My other abilities had more straightforward boosts: larger flames with pyromancy, and the ability to temporarily and safely set myself on fire. The ability to throw human-sized objects in any direction, or to precisely move smaller objects. My daemonology mostly just expanded what kinds of "magic items" I could make, but it was still all things I could do with the other skills. I could, at least, make a ward - an object that created an invisible field that would (in theory) send me a mental alarm if somebody who wished to harm me crossed it.

I was still working to figure out how to ward myself against mind reading and the like. I didn't expect to run into any jedi in the Coruscant undercity, but I didn't want to take the chance, especially since I might attract their attention with my weird powers. I figured I could finish it in an hour or so.

I was drinking some (very definitely clean) water with my meal, when Ipseri strode into the living room. I knew the sound of her movements by heart, so I gave her a casual glance up, and nearly started choking on my water when I saw her - she was wearing nothing but a towel, which barely covered her. Her parents must have had fantastic genes, because her choice of outfit was really showing off her body, a curvy figure with full breasts that was still only in the process of growing. After coughing for a moment and desperately trying to recover, I managed to swallow the water in my throat.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes to wear?" She asked, idly toying with the tip of one of her lekku as she stared ot me. "I forgot that I didn't have any clean ones before I got into the shower." She sounded a bit plastic and affected as she spoke, but I was immediately distracted as she shifted her weight to one side, causing her towel to ride up, almost but not quite revealing her sex to my vision.

I hurriedly turned my attention away from her, back to the holoprojector screen. She was only sixteen, even if she was very mature and beautiful, it would be completely inappropriate. I stilled my whole body, hiding the tension I felt, and spoke. "Yes, that's fine," I told her.

"Ah, great. Thanks." She didn't leave, though, instead stepping a bit closer, leaning forward to get a better view of what I was watching on the holoprojector. I just kept my eyes forward, only aware of her movements in my peripheral vision. After a few seconds, she seemed satisfied with what she'd seen and left me alone, heading back out of the living room.

I let out a long sigh of relief. This was not an isolated occurrence, but part of a sustained pattern. As she had become more comfortable with me, as the pair had gotten closer, she had also wound up being more comfortable being in various states of increasing undress near me. I understood that twi'leks were the sexy strippers of the Star Wars galaxy, but I really had to wonder what sort of decency norms they had, given how she'd seem to wander around the house half-naked given a quarter of a chance.

Just a few days prior, I'd come home to find the door to the shared bathroom open, and Ipresi in the shower, bathing. The door to the shower was completely transparent, so I wound up seeing her completely naked, and I just froze for a long few seconds. She hadn't seemed to notice me doing that, at least, which I counted myself as incredibly fortunate about. The entire situation seemed to be one of perpetual danger.

When I finished my meal, Ipresi came back into the living room. She was wearing her personal armor, a sort of body suit with several built-in armor panels - it was something we'd bought with the money we'd earned. She let out a gentle laugh. "Sorry. I totally forgot I had this still clean," she said, pinching at some of the material around her midsection. The bodysuit part was itself pretty tough and stab resistant, something I tried to think about instead of her taut stomach. "Are you ready to go get info on our next bounty?"

"Ah, let me go get my own armor," I told her. Mine was much heavier, perhaps born of the paranoia that getting randomly killed by a surprise truck caused. It could even take a blaster bolt or two head on.

* * *

Our contacts for our bounty hunting work were a married couple that owned a strip club/bar/brothel. Roshura was a cathar woman was the manager of the place and dealt with the public and all the employees. Her husband - Cantillo, a human - handled the money and behind the scene logistics. Ipresi and I had a friendly relationship with the couple, rather than a purely professional one.

It was a pretty large, popular, and well-kept place, at least for the area. It was dimly lit, with electronic music constantly filling the place. There were a few holoscreens playing sports or news programs, and there were even more barely clothed or completely naked dancers, all showing off for the clientele. Most of them were twi'leks, though there were a few other species sprinkled in for good measure.

There were a good number of very scantily clad waitresses wandering around as well, distinguished from the dancers by the fact that their skimpy uniforms were done all in red. In the quieter corners of the place, some people nursed their drinks and had quiet meetings about more questionable matters that they didn't want to have listened in on.

We made our way to the back room, which was good for even quieter meetings about even more questionable matters; as we made our way, I was pretty sure I spotted a guy getting a blowjob from a twi'lek, just leaning back and enjoying himself.

Even though we had been here plenty, it still felt strange. It was so open about sex and sexuality, having such a fundamentally seedy and questionable character, as if daring you to take notice of all its flaws and actually speak up, actually try to do something. It felt dangerous because of that, even though I knew by this point that I was an incredibly dangerous person now.

We arrived at the door where our meeting with our benefactors was scheduled to take place, taking our weapons off and putting them on the table in full view of the pair of armed guards. Since we came by so often, we were recognized, getting waved inside quickly.

It was Roshura's office, with her dress quite sleek and professional, looking somewhat out of place in the seedy bar. "It's good to see you, Ipresi, Sav," she said, warmth in her voice as she tilted her head gently to one side. "I hope you're both well, because I have a job you might like."

Ipresi made a small hum, a slight lifting of one hand. Roshura glanced her way, curious, gesturing for her to speak. "Can Sav handle this? I'd like to talk to the girls." The girls being the dancers and waitresses. I worried that they might be a bad influence on her.

"Go ahead," Roshura said, waving her off.

"Thank you," Ipresi said, with a small bow of the head; I sat down in front of Roshura while she went off on her own.

* * *

Ipresi wasn't terribly frustrated - Sav's most recent failure to actually do anything had been this morning, after all - but she did feel just that tinge of irritation, as she made her way to the employee's lounge. She had worked so hard to seduce him, but it hadn't done anything. She didn't have any romantic experience to draw on, but showing off so much skin, rubbing all over him, that should have shown she was interested, right? She gave him plenty of hints, even arranged for him to catch her in the shower, but he still hadn't made a move on her.

Was it just that he didn't like nonhumans? No, she'd seen him checking her - or some of the dancers here - out in the past. He always tried to hide it for whatever reason, but he wasn't that good at it.

"Oh, hello, Ipresi!" One of the girls said, giving her a little wave, provoking a chorus of happy greetings in her direction.

She took a seat on the couch, sinking her ass into it and letting out a long sigh. The girls gave her a moment of quiet - well, of not talking to her, at least - to gather her thoughts, and then she spoke up. "Can you give me some advice? I need help with Sav."

She might as well have been throwing laytnip to a bunch of layt rats, with all the girls immediately gathering around her with big, eager eyes, ready to feast on whatever drama they could manage to wring out of this. "What do you need?" One asked, with bated breath.

"I've been trying to get Sav to take me as his girl," she explained, "but he just hasn't done it at all... and I have no experience at all with it." She went on, explaining what she'd done so far, and all the girls listened on in sympathy, nodding along with her explanations and making the occasional gasp of disbelief or groan of disappointment.

"Guys are dumb about that kind of thing. You have to be more blunt about it."

"Yeah. I had this sister, she worked with a guy, she was giving him hints for months, and none of them got through his thick skull. Finally she just ambushed him in a storage room and fucked his brains out, and they've been together ever since."

"I think Sav is probably too nice, and doesn't want to mess things up with your partnership. After all, if a guy hits on a girl and she's not interested, it can make things really awkward."

"Oh! Back on the upper levels, I remember... well, Sav being from the upper levels might be part of the problem." Vomsa had worked on the upper levels for a brief while, before winding up coming back down.

"Why?"

"Well..." Vomsa took a moment to think of how to phrase it, "guys on the upper levels, a lot of them aren't willing to date girls as young as Ipresi."

"What, so she has to wait years to have sex? That's ridiculous!"

Vomsa just shrugged. "It's the custom and law up there. He's probably still thinking that way, and it's holding you both back from happiness now. Plus what everybody else said," she added.

Ipresi just nodded, thinking over what they'd said. What should she do? "What do you think I should do?" At that, every mouth curled into a smile, a few giggles escaping the crowd, and one of the older dancers - a twi'lek in her late twenties - sidled up next to her on the couch, leaning into her hearing cone.

"This is what you should do," she said, before starting to whisper. Ipresi felt her cheeks start to glow.

* * *

The latest bounty mission was finally over and done with, and I was happy to peel my way out of my armor back at base. The guy had stolen from the wrong person, wound up with a price on his head, and we'd blown a hole in his wall to catch him while he slept. Ipresi had shot him about a half-dozen times with stun bolts.

It had seemed like overkill to me, but she insisted, and claimed it was much more fun. To me, it was more uneventful and dull, but hey, it put credits in our pockets. The more we had, the closer we'd get to getting on a decent ship and leaving the planet. Coruscant might become the capital of a new Galactic Empire, ruled by Sith, and I didn't want to be anywhere near it when that happened. We could keep being bounty hunters in the outer rim somewhere.

"I'll take the shower first," I told Ipresi, and she just hummed and smiled.

I had the preternatural worry that something strange might happen, so I made sure to lock the bathroom door before I got in the shower. She didn't actually try to open it, though, so I concluded it had been a false alarm and I was just being crazy and paranoid.

* * *

That night, I had an intensely erotic dream about a twi'lek woman, all voluptuous curves and deep blue skin, her body pressing against mine as she hummed and ground against me, love in her eyes, lekku brushing against my bare skin. Her voice was soft, calling me darling and sweetheart, her hands gently holding me, her lips repeatedly kissing me - whether on my own lips, or my neck, or anywhere else - as we made love.

Much to my chagrin, I woke up in the middle of it, my eyes fluttering open to reveal a blank ceiling. It took me a few seconds to realize the pleasure was continuing, even intensifying. I tossed aside my blanket to find that I was naked - I'd gone to sleep in my underwear - and there was Ipresi, her pretty blue lips wrapped around my dick. There was a twinkling in her eyes as she noisily slurped on my dick, her blue fingers lewdly contrasting my pale skin as she pumped her hand up and down the part of my cock that wasn't in her mouth. Her gaze seemed to say, 'please come for me,' and 'I'm glad you can see me,' and I had just a few seconds to be shocked at what was going on before I came right into her mouth.

I could only grunt and pant in response to the sensations, breathing heavily through my nose, my fingers clenching some of the sheet. When I finished coming, she popped up off my cock, kneeling on the bed and swilling my cum on her tongue for a moment before she swallowed. She was naked, her full breasts exposed to open air, dark blue areolae and perky nipples. "Human cum really does taste great, the girls were right, and I'm soooo glad," Ipresi said, leaning forward as she spoke, staring down into my eyes, her lekku teasing and brushing at my shoulders and chest.

"What- what are you doing?" I sputtered out, my brain still restarting.

"I'm showing you how much I like you. How much I want you." Her voice was breathy, husky, carrying so much lust and desire in it. "I wanted to be your girl for a while now, but you never responded... so I'm trying the direct approach." She smiled. "It's fun. I should have done this a while ago."

I managed to control my libido just enough to speak up. "Wait, wait. This is wrong."

"Why?" She asked, tilting her head, giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen. "We like each other, we trust each other, and I've seen how you look at me." She leaned down, booping her nose against mine for a moment, before pulling back. "I want you too, want you to see me," she explained, shifting her body so she was back on her butt, spreading her legs, revealing her pink sex that glistened with arousal as she looked down at me. One of her fingers slipped inside her sex, thrusting in and out with gentle motions as she stared me down.

I controlled myself, looking away. "We can't, you're too young for me."

She narrowed her eyes. "Is this because of that stupid surface age thing?" I had no idea what she was talking about, but she just kept going. "That's stupid. It's not how it works down here."

"I really can't," I said.

She got even more annoyed at that, then shifted her weight forward, grabbing my dick in her hand, a new smile appearing on her face, something smug and full of herself as her fingers started to stroke my length. "You could stop me any time, you're way stronger than me," she said, her voice husky as she leaned forward again.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"We both know you could do it without hurting me," she continued, positioning herself so that she was kneeling in just the right position for the tip of my cock to point directly at her cunt. I reached up to grab her hips, stopping her from taking me inside her, but my willpower to resist was being ground down by all this. I couldn't formulate a counterargument at the moment, only hold to my actions so far. She just smiled, seeing me hesitate. "I'm a virgin," she told me. "I don't want to be any more. I want to lose it with you." My fingers dug into her hips, whether out of denial or carnal desires, I could no longer say. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that thick old cock shove its way inside me, I want to feel like I'm being split in two and made a woman." Her words were breathless, her eyes manic, and my self control was dwindling rapidly. My cock twitched as she spoke. "Let it happen, Sav. I promise to make it good for you, I want it so badly... just relax and let it happen."

She began to push down against my grip, and I could feel my strength sapped by everything, my resistance declining to nil as her pink sex soon wrapped around my dick. She let out a soft sigh, a smug smile on her lips as she descended, but it was soon replaced by a wild-eyed look of raw pleasure, hot pants escaping her throat as she gripped me tight with her cunt. Her fingers trailed across my bare chest, her lips parting as she began to wriggle and squirm atop me, grinding herself against me, not even properly fucking me just yet, more focused on enjoying herself in the moment.

At first, I let her. It did feel really nice, and I hadn't had sex even once since showing up in this world. The way her whole body writhed and wriggled atop me, back arching to show off her full breasts, lekku bouncing and twisting around her body like long hair, was intensely erotic. Her eyes would roll up in pleasure, then turn back down to me with raw desire written in them, a glow that demanded more and harder, that said sex was absolutely necessary and that she absolutely had to have it with me, specifically.

She eventually began to properly fuck me, rather than just wiggling around atop me. Her hips rose and fell, sliding up and down my length, her cunt dripping wet all over my cock as she panted. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each thrust, her lekku flying this way and that. Her lips were parted, drool occasionally slapshing out of her mouth and splattering down onto my chest.

I was an entirely passive participant then, my hands only beginning to slowly slide up her thighs after she'd come for the second or third time atop me. I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling her up as she rode me, and she just squirmed and panted in reply, clearly enjoying my touch.

My conscience regarding such matters faded, with her so delightedly bouncing on my dick, going cross-eyed here and there as she rode me. I began to simply enjoy myself, to relish the feeling of her tight young twi'lek pussy on my cock, to close my eyes and just drink in the sensations as she came numerous times atop me like that.

It was when she began to slow, panting and losing her pace, that it all finally erupted. My hands went to her hips, not to control her pace or feel her up, but to twist her around so she lay on her back. She squeaked and then giggled, smiling up at me as I began to ram myself in and out of her with furious force, making her whole body bounce on my cock.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me, make me your woman, Sav! I love your big hard human cock, use it to fuck me, split me in two!" She squealed as an orgasm forcefully ran through her body, her back arching as she squirmed and jerked beneath me, eyes peeling back, lekku dangling about as sweat began to coat her blue skin, making her shine in the dim light of the bedroom. Her sex squeezing taut around my dick felt fantastic, and for a long moment, I simply held myself inside her, enjoying that tight caress, that firm massage.

The moment she was done, though, I was back at it, the mattress noisily bouncing with each progressive thrust, her body sliding along it as she panted and took it, occasionally offering some lewd line of her own, proudly declaring how happy she was to get fucked, how much she wanted to be my woman, so on, and so forth. I just held her by the thighs and ploughed her right into the bed, letting her brain completely melt from the sex as I made her come over, and over, losing myself completely in the moment.

I don't know how long it took me to come inside her, but once I had, I pretty much immediately collapsed next to her, desperately panting, and pretty much just fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up maybe half an hour later with Ipresi's naked body plastered to my side, a giddy smile on her lips as she gently ground herself against me. She looked pleased as could be with what had happened, and her presence reinforced that it hadn't simply been a wet dream. I leaned my head back, resting on the pillow and staring at the ceiling. "Ugh. Maybe I should get a black and orange mask and learn to fight with swords," I muttered to myself.

Ipresi's brow furrowed. "Swords might make sense, since jedi use weird magic too. I don't see what advantage the mask would give you, though?"

"Never mind," I said, shaking my head. "Just a dumb reference." She nodded. I'd made a few references to things she obviously didn't get over my time here, so it wasn't particularly shocking to her. "We should talk about things tomorrow morning."

Ipresi ground her body against me, her slick sex rubbing against my thigh as she wore a big smile. "I'm sure we'll talk plenty. I can't wait to talk with you some more. Talking is so much fun, isn't it?" Her voice was playful and coy. I just let out a long sigh and closed my eyes. I'd deal with it in the morning.