Two successful provocations

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After leaving my yacht and paying for the parking, I returned to the dormitory, where the girl was already waiting for me, and in my room.

- At least you warned me this time," the girl frowned as soon as I entered the room. r2 was flying behind my shoulder, so he was listening to the conversation.

- Hello to you too, Ali. How are you doing here? - I asked, throwing the small bag off my shoulder.

- Fine," the girl looked away and didn't say anything else. Strangely, I felt a pang of guilt.

- Don't take offence, okay? - I came closer to her. - I promise I won't disappear for long periods of time again...I guess.

- That's not the point! - The girl was indignant, but she stopped talking and looked away. I could see her emotions, though, so we didn't have any trouble getting along.

I only had to pause for a moment to think about what I had done wrong. It turned out the girl was offended. Maybe by herself, or maybe she was reminded by her "friends" that she was suddenly seeing less of me.

- I'm sorry, okay? - I asked, not knowing what I was apologising for, but that's the way it is with girls - you can't tell what I've done wrong.

- I apologise," the good Miraluka immediately gave in, "but you will definitely spend more time with me! - she said uncompromisingly and turned towards me, though it didn't really matter to her.

- All right, all right, Ali, tonight..." I agreed.

- Today I'm busy, - the girl smiled, - but tomorrow I don't want you to slack off! - threateningly, as much as she could, said Alessia.

After I had escorted Ali out of my room, I finally threw all my things into the wardrobe and fell on the bed. I didn't get much sleep, though - I thought about how stuck I really was. And having just started serious business, I was already running out of time.

Mandalore and studying were really taking up too much of my time.

I had to take advantage of the free time to make a reservation for tomorrow. Today, after getting out of bed, I decided to go to the same vendor I had been to before the flight. I quickly changed into the local discreet clothes and flew to the electronics market. Erdwa was delighted - I decided to tweak it a bit after all. In the future, my iron friend is going to be in for some hard use and hard work. In order to live up to its status as an iron friend of smugglers, millionaires, and the chosen one, the droid will have to be overhauled.

Since shopping and other consumer psychology issues were relatively alien to me, I approached the issue of modifying the droid thoroughly, and became a headache for sellers who wanted to sell goods quickly. Needless to say, I can sense lies and see the goods they were selling me.

I managed to find a relatively honest salesman - a seemingly elusive but not impossible creature - and after purchasing a bunch of parts, along with a new reactor, shield generator, and the best sets of tools and electronics suitable for the R2 series, I said goodbye to the salesmen and went to the dorm to pump up my droid. At first it may seem like a completely useless activity, but Erdva was important as a prototype - in the future I planned to greatly expand the functionality and space on my ship and the droid ships of this series - they turned out to be too successful. The toolkit of a standard series droid was as versatile as possible. These little guys were a peculiar phenomenon of droid-building - no revolutionary technical solutions, no daring experiments - nothing separate they could boast of, but their creator was definitely a mad genius who balanced all the functions of the R2 series so that they were truly universal, and this balance was a rare, one could even say unique phenomenon. Usually droids are highly specialised - sharpened like ants in an anthill, each for its own tasks. But Erdva overcame the doom of mortals... that's another story... R2 could work with ships of all form factors - small fighters, light transports, large ships, and mine once connected with a death star. Really impressive versatility, though by the simplest of estimates, it would have been worth it for the Emperor to build separate droids for his toy and make its comps incompatible with regular droids. If only for security reasons.

You wouldn't believe it, all the comps in the galaxy ran on..... Triple logic. Yes, yes, no "0101110", just triple logic. Binary logic was an archaic kind that few people used.

Erdv's standard toolkit was two manipulators, a welder, a circular saw, a fire extinguisher, and a small cargo bay. Since mine had a jetpack built into it, it didn't need a manoeuvring engine for space, but I pulled out the bulky rocket structure and drained its fuel - I'll take it to the junk yard later, since Erdva flew exclusively on repulsors and didn't use rocket engines. Since I was building a prototype for future droids, which I was going to order for the cruiser in the amount of more than a thousand pieces, I still put in Erdva manoeuvring engines for autonomous movement in space. They looked like small, matchbox-sized photon engines. They couldn't make the ship go fast, but they were good for travelling slowly from one part of the ship to another.

Yes, I bought almost everything that could be put into Erdva - it cost me forty thousand, but it was really easier to design this way than on CAD - I used exactly the method of designing with the help of force, which manifested itself in a very... unusual format.

Imagine - I'm sitting, eyes closed, I see both the droid and the parts by force, and I not only fit one to the other, but also use my intuition. It's as if some parts are asking for some places - if you ask the force a question, formulate a wish, it will help. In this case I was concentrating on creating a perfect droid and as if a higher power was drawing my attention to some details and design of the droid. In normal people this is called "insight", but in Force-users it's called intuition. Indeed, I had the impression, or even intuition told me that such a perfect series of droids was a creation of the same Force Design method. Too... too... too right the droids looked, too balanced and too perfect.

The rocket engine went to the scrap yard, freeing up a large space inside the hull for me. The manipulators, circular saw, fire extinguisher, and serial welder went next, exposing the droid's hulk - its reactor - to me. I had to knock out the droid watching my manipulations and continue the operation - disconnecting the reactor and transformer from three thousand contacts with various parts would take a normal person in the workshop a whole day, but I had ten minutes of work with the force. Subtle effects were my forte - if the Jedi made their powers into machetes that could be used to chop and slice, my power was a scalpel. I attributed much of my abilities to the fact that I had never been trained by the Jedi - they "formatted" Force-users to their format, so all Jedi were the same - the combination of self-development and a sheer mind-blowing connection to the force allowed me to develop things that the Order would never have developed simply because their methods were not designed for the likes of me.

The reactor went to the old parts pile as well - I bought a new one for Erdv, an especially powerful one, five times more powerful than the usual one. The modification of the droid began with its most important part - the reactor. The new one was expensive, costing more than a serial droid of this series, but the power... besides, I had heavily modified it by force before installing it.

After replacing the reactor, I began installing what and how the force told me to - the multi-knee manipulators were replaced by manipulators ala octopus-man - long, shower hose-like, flexible manipulators. Tools were stored in compartments inside, and docked with the manipulators. A small blaster took the place of the welder. To be honest, I didn't buy it - illegally, I simply dismantled one of my Vestar pistols and welded by force to it the docking part from the removed welding machine. Thus Erdva was armed enough to defend himself. Next on the list was a circular saw. To replace it, I made a unique tool from the parts I had bought earlier - a light arc projector, i.e. a small and thin lightsaber. It took me one crystal and several programmer modules to assemble this miracle, with the help of which Erdva could reduce the light arc to one millimetre if necessary, or increase it to half a metre in length. A metre-thick steel could easily be cut through with such a tool. The thickness of the light arc also varied from one micrometre to three millimetres. I created this tool because I liked the properties of lightsabers too much - they can cut, melt, weld and, depending on the power, heat almost any parts.

Having acquired my own lightsaber, I supplemented them with the next tool, which I had to create myself from a repulsor - a projector of an attracting beam. It was almost identical in design to the gravity generator, and a bit like the repulsor, so it was quite realistic to convert one into the other. With the projector, Erdva could attract anything from about a kilogram to thirty kilograms in weight.

In the end, the droid got a fire extinguisher, more efficient than the commercially available one, and I started on its electronics.

In my earthly life, I had to deal with CUDA a couple of times. Without going into technical details, these were high-power computing modules that were put on specialised computers and could greatly increase the power of the computer. Something similar existed for droids, but the R2 series did not have a stack for inserting such modules, but the architecture allowed such modules. I had to use all my abilities, strength, and knowledge to create the appropriate design elements. The computational module I bought was adapted for stationary systems and projector droids, but not astrodroids, but it fitted like a glue.

Since I worked with the projector relatively often, I replaced it with a better one - now the droid could project clear images about two metres in size. Compared to the standard seventy centimetres, this was a remarkable result.

Having acquired all the new gadgets, Erdva was set aside. The time was already past midnight, so I left the switched off droid in the corner of the room and fell fast asleep.

Since the exam for the year had been passed, I was legally obliged to attend classes only from the beginning of the next course, but in fact I had no right to relax - the pace of learning could easily be lost, so I decided to continue studying at the same pace as soon as I finished with the iron. But first of all, Alessia. Don't be like some particularly zealous businessmen and "marry" at work. I had no strict need to do so.

Alderaan is the most beautiful place in the galaxy. Okay, I can't say for the galaxy, but for me, it's easily the most beautiful planet I've ever seen. Huge hive palaces of the long gone insectoid Kilik race that ruled the planet a million years ago, in the slightly violet light of the moon, meadows full of greenery, lakes, animals, and seemingly a corner of primordial nature, it was all extremely beautiful. Especially at night, the lake surface reflected the light of the moon, and the lakes had an unusual appearance.

The people of Alderaan were obsessed with beauty - it was evident in everything from the architecture to the most mundane living conditions.

By the light of the moon, the majestic palaces of a long-vanished race seemed illogical and incongruous to humanity, but beautiful works of art in their own way. The evening in the girl's company was probably the first time in my life that I had ever had a truly normal, ordinary time - without Mandalorians, Jedi, Tatooine's fiddling and smuggling. That is, without all the things that made me different from the ordinary people of the galaxy. It was worth it to feel like a simple man, not some fugitive chosen one, who was wandering around the galaxy like a loner and quietly, under a blanket, making plans to conquer the universe. Just two days off, days I promised to devote my full attention to Alessia and not think about business.

Alderaan has many notable places, for the planet's unique nature is truly beautiful from the point of view of the human sense of aesthetics. One such place has become popular not only because of its beauty, but also because of its unusual location, the surrounding landscape, and the restaurant and hotel complex perched on... the top of a mountain.

The top of one of the mountains of the big ridge was simply cut off so that a gigantic platform was formed, on which a real palace was placed. It was originally the residence of the first queen of Alderaan, Celestia Riekan, and belonged to her personally. Then, as I read on the local infoset, the palace was given to the next king, of another ruling house, Bouris Ulgo, and when the Organa clan defeated the Ulgo clan through competition and assimilated them, the palace passed to them. The Organa family, being business people, decided to move the palace to the capital, and turned the "country residence of kings" into the swankiest hotel the galaxy had ever seen. On one side of the hotel was a plateau of lakes and green grass, and on the other side were the huge palaces of the Kiliks, from the foot of the "royal mountain" to the horizon. The Alderaan complex was three thousand metres above sea level, and from it, in clear weather, you could see all of Alderaan, its suburbs, and the other cities of Alderaan. In a way I understand the queen - from here you could see her kingdom as if it were in the palm of your hand.

It's worth mentioning the contingent. On the one hand, the Organa would lose customers if they raised their prices too much, but letting just anyone into Alderaan would be a judgement on the reputation of the ruling house and the planet. What about the holy of holies of the Alderaan monarchy! Therefore, our Organa's business plan was quite cunning - the place was labelled as a cultural treasure and, at the same time, was transformed from a residence into a restaurant and hotel. The cost of staying there was exorbitant, but. But - all the income from the guests the Authority gave to the budget and took the income from services. I have met such schemes on earth - Pullman trains, where the ticket price is ordinary, but in addition to it a lot of services that cost quite different money. And it's profitable, isn't it?

Two days in "Alderaan" with breakfasts, lunches and dinners, a short excursion, a visit to the baths and entertainment in the form of training in the classical Alderaan style of painting, learning the history of the Kiliks, which the Alderaans painstakingly restore in bits and pieces, for all this I had to pay four hundred and twenty thousand credits. By comparison, I paid one hundred thousand for five years of living expenses at the academy.

Such a price policy oriented the establishment exclusively on galactic oligarchs and aristocrats - there were billions of both in the galaxy, and Alderaan did not suffer from a shortage of clients. Royal house guests, kings of other planets and systems, financial tycoons, senators, and the like stayed here.

The view from the palace windows was truly mesmerising.

The waiter placed masterpieces of local culinary art in front of us. Alessia knew that I had quite a lot of money after Mandalore, but she did not know the taste of that very money, although, as I understood, her family did not suffer from lack of money.

Although Ali didn't see all the planet's charms, her black and white vision could also do a pretty good job of conveying the beauty of the planet and the palace. Still, she felt out of place at first - everything was too... aristocratic. There were no droids in service, only technicians, and those were not visible - only live servants, which was very unusual by the standards of the robotic galaxy. But the servants knew their job - they were well-trained.

After a couple of courses, Ali was a little more relaxed, and we went upstairs to our rooms, discussing the feasibility of my business on Mandalore and the results of negotiations with Satine. Here Ali was in for another surprise. Of course, I had promised her I wouldn't infringe on her maiden honour, but what was to stop me from renting a room for two? Of course, it was a lot bigger than I'd allowed myself before, because there was only one bed in the room. Or rather, bedroom one - sofas, armchairs in three rooms and a private balcony, all amenities included. I didn't need to say that the furnishings were elite - it seemed to me that the Alderaans with their art in design had done their best. When I showed Ali our bed, she blushed to the roots of her hair and almost took offence, though it was hardest to determine her emotions at that moment - there was even fear. It all went away, though, after I solemnly promised that I wasn't going to do anything like that to her-at least not until she wanted me to. Some of the emotion and fear was gone - apparently the girl thought I was going to have sex with her. However, the rosy hues on her cheeks never left Ali's face. While she was in the shower, I went to the balcony and spent a wonderful half an hour there - the view of Alderaan, flooded with moonlight, from the height of three thousand metres, was beautiful. I sank into a kind of meditation, and time passed in a flash. I was torn away by Ali's hand on my shoulder. I turned around and caught a picture worth spending half a million credits for. Ali, wrapped in two rather tight towels that gave absolutely no room for imagination. I was right in my theory that frequent use of force affects the body's growth process - Ali looked to be a girl of about fourteen by human standards. A slender girl, with skin that was pink after a hot shower and smooth, a waist thinner than her human peers, and pleasantly refined features. On her head was a dark bandage made of a silk-like material that looked organic on the miraluka's face. A slight smile of scarlet lips completed the picture. In the moonlight, Ali looked much sexier than usual, so I took a few seconds to recover from the sight, though Ali helped me by ruining the glamour of the moment:

- 'Are you going to take a shower?

- Yes, yes," I looked away, trying to calm myself down, and quickly slipped past the miraluka.

If she was unhappy that I wasn't spending enough time with her and distancing myself, I decided to demonstrate the opposite. As best I could, provided the age of just having sex hadn't yet arrived. This had a downside - my teenage-adult psyche was not ready for such an ordeal because, like all teenagers, I had certain desires, and as an adult - knowledge of what those desires were, how exactly to do it and a lack of unnecessary complexes. So I jumped under the cold shower and stood under the cold jets of water until I got chilled. I seemed to calm down and turned on the hot water to warm up.

Ten minutes later I got out. Alessia was definitely more cruel to my psyche, because in the bathroom I found a pair of dressing gowns in a prominent place. The hellcat clearly hadn't taken the dressing gown - wanting to mess with me since I'd already promised I wouldn't touch her.

If anything, I wasn't alienated by the idea - biologically I was about fourteen, and at that age it was "allowed", so it wasn't paedophilia or anything like that, because puberty had already arrived and the hormones were pounding my head hard, but on the other hand, psychologically I was even that much older. I won't say anything about Alessia, because the mating age for Mirlukes starts at fourteen, and from the point of view of humans they were about sixteen at that moment due to the constant connection with the force and as a consequence - faster physical development.

I stepped out of the shower in my dressing gown, not to support Ali's game, and unlike her, I had nothing to show for it-my body was hardly attractive. Not repulsive, more like an ordinary teenage carcass, without any notable elements - I didn't do any more fencing than was necessary in peacetime. Except for the Tatooine light tan.

Miraluka had already dressed in her not-so-subtle clothes and climbed into bed. I followed her. Now Ali wouldn't be nagging me about being estranged from her - her emotions were positive, but it was impossible to make sense of them. Crawling under the thin blanket, I lay down and there was silence for a while. Ali also felt something, but as I said, the emotions of girls are a mystery to me.

- Ani, why did you do that? - She asked, immediately clarifying. - Well, all of it? I can still understand the restaurant, but..." she got embarrassed and stopped talking.

- I don't know," I shrugged under the blanket, and since our hands were touching, she could definitely feel it. - I can't always explain my motives for doing things. I just... I just do it, that's all. It's intuition. Or rather, the habit of following it without thinking.

- And how are the results?

- Intuition? It hasn't let me down yet," I shrugged again. Ali thought about it again and gradually began to build up her emotions to the point where I got worried.

- Ani, but what's this all about? I understand that you're... well, you're at that age, but it must not be very pleasant for you, right?

- Why not?" I smiled. - It's very pleasant. You know," I confessed, "it's been so hard, all of it... everything in my life, from when I was a kid to now. I've never even taken a holiday. Time to be a simple man, without much to worry about. Always finding things to do. It's exhausting.

- So you enjoy being simple? - Ali turned to me. Not so much to see, but to have her breasts touch my hand. I could sense the ploy from her emotions, but I didn't react, except that the arousal washed away by the cold shower had returned.

- You could say that," I replied, looking at the girl's face.

- Ani... I've been thinking..." she started, embarrassed, "you don't have to follow your word.

What word we were talking about, I realised by the emotion - a bit of determination, fear, shame and even desire. Yes, it seems that my provocation to show intimacy and to assuage her anxiety to some extent had been successful. It must not be very pleasant for her either, to lie in bed with her boyfriend and just fall asleep.

- Ali, that's out of the question. You're thirteen, I'm less than that," I sobered her up. I tried to sober her up.

- Ani, who are you kidding? - Ali was indignant. I was afraid for a moment that she had learnt about my second personality as part of the first. But she dispelled my fears. - You know that we get married at fourteen. And if I don't find a boyfriend, I'll be married next year. They might wait until after I graduate from the academy, but I don't think so.

- Any candidates? - I asked about possible rivals in a businesslike manner. I'd already made a vow to sharpen my lightsaber.

- One so far," Ali smiled, "but don't doubt that my mother will find more. She is unlikely to agree to marry a human. The consequences... there could be.

- I'll give her a 'won't agree'," I immediately resented her. Surely some old bag would come between me and Ali? That's not going to happen.

Ali moved closer and found my lips with hers. It was an unusually hot kiss, but this time Ali was not in a hurry to take the lead in the kiss and rather gave in to me. I finally submitted to the experience of many years, if not fornication, then not the most secluded life and turned over and found myself above the girl, who had already wrapped her arms around me. Indeed, it was silly to be complex in my position - we were both of such an age, when sex was quite real and the desire was there, so to hell with the morals of the priests of a far, far away planet called Earth! The laws of the galaxy in general on this matter authorise the process from the moment puberty begins in any race.

After five minutes of passionate kissing, I pulled off Ali's nightie and she pulled off my only panties and we continued kissing. We broke away after a minute. The girl immediately asked:

- Ani, what are we doing?

- I guess we don't dare? - I smiled and placed my palm on her breast, which caused no rejection emotionally or physically.

Ali smiled back at me, and we continued a very desirable activity that we hadn't dared to do, nor had we seen the need for before. But growing up, apparently. Growing up.

In a minute I was already covering Ali's body with kisses, and she was getting even more aroused - she definitely wanted more and more already.

I didn't hesitate to torture the girl with expectations - a Jedi shouldn't take pleasure from other people's suffering, even if... um... in that way. But having just started, I had to stop immediately, allowing the girl to get used to the foreign body part in her. I know from past experience, it happens. Just before the process began, I caught fear and some pleasure from Alessia, but then the desire to interrupt the process for a while.

That's the beauty of it - the emotions of my young part of my soul were also running wild, and I was getting some, quite a bit of pleasure out of it - too... sincere. Being, if not a lover and an experienced macho, then at least a man of some experience, I was used to this real emotional storm - the first time. I don't remember mine from my past life very well. Hormones, alcohol, excitement... in general, I didn't remember almost anything, but this time there was nothing that disturbed my perception and I was getting high emotionally as well.

I had enough for three times. In ten different positions, which was a lot of variety. Towards the end of the process, Ali and I just collapsed and fell asleep cuddled together. Sweaty, hot, tired, but absolutely happy. And with the same emotions and feelings for each other.

One thing is a grown-up man, who can do it three-five times in a row, and after that go with other men to paint a bullet, and quite another thing - two teenagers, although very active, but still, with an immature nervous system. Towards the end of the process I felt that I had squeezed myself emotionally and physically to the full - I didn't want to think about anything. I fell asleep instantly.

Morning on Alderaan is always a beautiful sight, and it must have been phenomenally beautiful to watch the process of dawn from the height of the mountain, when the horizon first illuminates with flashes of light refracted by the atmosphere, and then it appears from behind the mountain ranges, majestically colouring the Alderaan land beneath my feet.

I was unaware of this as we woke up close to lunchtime. Ali's hand was resting on my arm, but I didn't care, but I was glad to wake her up with kisses. Ali woke up eagerly and immediately responded to the kisses and started to reciprocate. A minute after her awakening she was already in the riding position and thanks to the blanket thrown away yesterday, I could see her in all her glory. Morning sex is a classic, you might say. Wishing each other a good morning, we made a "control shot", so that we wouldn't say later that we were stupid. Although I was not going to say that, but Ali's desire to consolidate the success could not but read in her emotions, and the girl's dreams, judging by the excited state in which she woke up, were not about pink ponies.

This time Ali was on top, and I only wondered at her enthusiasm.

Finished, with heavy breathing but now definitely energised for the day, we finally went for a shower. Today we had an extensive entertainment programme. We were already late for the lecture about kiliks, but it was not too late to learn how to draw. Studying and creating is a favourite pastime of the Alderaans, so it was nothing out of the ordinary that they suggested studying as an entertainment programme.

After washing up and almost having sex again, we dressed decently and held hands and went to see the local artists. Definitely, Ali was feeling a little happy and as fulfilled as possible after everything that had happened. I'm with her, I'm not distant, and I'm ready to do a lot for her. What more does a girl need to be happy? Plus, I'm even starting to be considered for marriage. It was... a little different than I was used to, but theoretically it didn't interfere with my plans, so I didn't disapprove. What's wrong with Ali staying with me after she graduates from the academy?