Star Wars: Love Thy Aliens Ch.6 (Patreon)
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“I see…” Bastila sighed, considering everything Haro had told her.
Haro had spent the trip back to Ari’s apartment catching Bastila up on everything that had happened to the Jedi Order since her death. She patiently listened as he told her stories of wars, reformations, and schisms. As expected from a legendary Jedi like Bastila, she took in the news without showing too many emotions. The most reaction she showed was when Haro told her about the Ruusan Reformation and the recent fall of the Order.
“Truly, the Order has fallen far from grace to let the Senate dictate their actions instead of the Force. The current situation is a cosmic tragedy. Still, this fall has presented us with an opportunity,” Bastila muttered.
“An opportunity for what, Master Bastila?” Haro asked.
“Change and renewal, child. I hate to say this, but the Jedi have lost their way. They grew complacent with the absence of the Sith and allowed themselves to be changed by outside forces. Tell me, what version of the Code do you follow?”
“Emotion, yet Peace. Ignorance, yet Knowledge. Passion, yet Serenity. Chaos, yet Harmony. Death, yet the Force,” Haro recited.
Bastila nodded, “And which version were you taught as a youngling?”
“There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.”
“As I thought, even the Code has degenerated. That version of the Code preaches the impossible. How can one find the Force if they can’t even acknowledge death? How can there be knowledge if one is unwilling to understand their ignorance?”
“But how can I change anything? Is it not already too late?” Haro asked.
Bastila shook her head, “It is never too late, child. There is always the opportunity to change fate. If a Jedi like me could return to the light, what’s to say the Order cannot do the same?”
“Why me though? I wasn’t even chosen by a Master.”
“The Force provides a path for all of us. The fact that you were drawn to this Holocron means you are inclined to its teachings. I shall take you as my Padawan and show you the ways of true balance.”
“I would be honored, Master Bastila.”
“Good,” Bastila nodded. “Tell your companions to see about acquiring a ship. We shall need to make a pilgrimage to truly start your training.”
Lu’la and Ari gave Haro some space to get to know his new Master when they transferred from the speeder into the apartment. Seeing as she had nothing better to do, Lu’la tagged along with Ari to help pick out their future ship. Ari hopped on her terminal and connected to the Holonet. She had a couple of criteria in mind as she started searching for used or new ships for sale on Coruscant.
First: the ship had to be inconspicuous. They were traveling with a former Jedi and a Jedi artifact after all. It wouldn’t do to stand out too much.
Second: the ship had to be defensible enough to hold off attacks from pirates, raiders, and even small Imperial agents who might try and stop them for whatever reason. This included weapons, shields, physical armor, and maneuverability. Direct combat wasn’t something Ari liked resorting to, but she would be dumb not to take it into consideration.
Third: the ship needed a decent amount of cargo space, including hidden compartments for smuggling. Ari figured that if they were going to be traveling a lot soon, they might as well make some money while doing it. Plus there were a wide variety of supplies that were always needed for people who traversed the galaxy.
The fourth thing that played a major role in her choice was comfort. The three of them would need space to stretch their legs, space for Haro to train, and space for new ‘additions’ to their crew/Haro’s harem. Ari was already thinking of all the cute Alien babes that she could convince Haro to conquer during their travels.
Rubbing her thighs together at that deliciously appealing thought, Ari soon found what she was looking for: A used YV-929 Armed Freighter. It was nearly perfect. The interior would need to be modified slightly to fit their needs (I.e, taking out one of the walls connecting passenger and crew cabins to make one big captain’s quarters for the three of them to sleep in together), but that was easily doable. She started running checks on the seller and the ship itself to make sure it wasn’t being ditched for any unsavory reasons.
While Ari dug into the background of their future ship, Bastila started Haro’s training. Haro commandeered the bedroom to have a little bit more privacy. His new Master had him sit in a meditative position on the floor. Bastila and the Holocron hovered in front of him under its own power.
“Now, I believe I should begin by clarifying something,” Bastila said. “You will be trained in a very distinct way: the path of a Jedi Sentinel. More specifically, the path of a Jedi Shadow.
“Normally, the Order teaches two major ways of utilizing and communing with the Force. A Guardian’s skills lay in battle. A Consular leans toward the diplomatic. Sentinels act as a sort of middle ground between the two schools, while also being a unique philosophy separate from Guardians and Consulars.
“A Sentinel uses the Force to branch out into quote-unquote ‘mundane’ skills. Dare I say, they are the most down-to-earth members of the Jedi Order. They understand that part of the reason the Force is so powerful and sacred is that it is in everything. Sentinels walk a fine line of balance, not just between the light and the dark, but between the physical and metaphysical. Keep your mind open to both, my Padawan.
“A Jedi Shadow is the path within the Sentinels that I believe will fit you the best. Shadows are the hidden blade of the light. Some believe Shadows to be dark, but the truth is not so simple. Every light casts a Shadow after all.
“Tell me, Padawan, what is your ambition?”
Haro hesitated to answer, “I… I don’t know.”
Bastila hummed curiously, “Hmm… Is it not to reinstate the Jedi Order?”
“I don’t believe the Force holds that as my destiny. I feel That task is reserved for someone else…”
Bastila nodded, “Good, you understand limitations. My first task for you is to meditate on your fate. Listen for where the Force is leading you. I shall keep your presence from leaking and revealing our position.”
Haro followed his Master’s instructions. His breathing smoothed out as he cleared his mind. His spirit fell backward, submerging itself in the sea of the Force. The Cosmic Force rippled as he fell into its depths, but as she promised, Bastila’s presence kept the ripple from spreading.
Haro opened his metaphysical eyes to gaze at the scene around him. The surface of the sea was dark. It was almost impossible to see anything. Deep below him, a small sun of the light side struggled against the encroaching darkness. The darkness was like a heavy blanket, smothering everything it touched. Above him, he could feel the month-old waves of death from Order 66 still churning the Force.
Thin splashes of color painted the monochrome sea around him. Haro followed these red strings, pulling himself along with sheer willpower. At the end of the first string, Haro found a small sphere that he instinctively recognized as Ari. It seemed to giggle as he softly nudged it, unconsciously nudging him back.
Haro gathered Ari’s sphere toward himself, pulling it into his orbit before drifting off down another string. At the end of the second string, he found Lu’la. Lu’la’s sphere molded itself to him like a spoiled cat. It began to orbit him without Haro even touching it.
He followed the third connecting strand. This one felt like the newest connection to form and at the end of it, Haro found his Master. Or more specifically, he found the Holocron. Bastila’s spirit imprint was one with the Holocron. She had even assimilated the other two Masters who used to reside inside. It didn’t seem to be a malicious merging though. The other Masters simply didn’t have the willpower to persist for thousands of years.
Bastila’s sphere seemed to smirk at Haro. It too began to orbit him of its own volition. Bastila was the only one of his bonds that was consciously responding to him in the Force. Haro looked around, finding one more string attached to him and multiple points that seemed to twinkle at him through the darkness.
The end of the final string was exponentially farther away than Ari, Lu’la, or Bastila’s had been. He grasped the red strand. A gasp was torn from his lips.
“Naomi…”
He could feel her. His childhood friend. The one Jedi he had prayed was alive. But what he felt didn’t match up with what he knew about Naomi. Even from this distance, Haro could feel Naomi’s torture, pain, and fiery hatred for everything. His mind refused to process the obvious.
On the other side of the string, Naomi’s presence perked up. She started to turn, feeling around in the Force, trying to find where the eerily familiar connection was coming from. Her pain and hatred shifted to passion and desire, feelings Haro couldn’t recognize coming from his childhood friend.
Before Naomi could find the red string of fate, a call only Haro could hear rang out through the darkness. Haro abruptly dropped his end of the string, unintentionally hiding himself from Naomi once more. On a far-off planet, a catgirl raged as her one hope, the only lead she had for what she truly desired, fell back into the darkness.
Like with Naomi, the call in the Force came from unfathomably far away. Haro listened, straining his metaphorical ears to hear where it came from. The call rang out again, feeling almost like a pulse to Haro’s senses. His senses followed the pulse to the Outer Rim before he was suddenly pulled out of his meditation by a shiver of pleasure from his lower half.
“You have found what we are looking for. We shall follow the call. Don’t let yourself sink too deeply into the Force. Remember to always be aware of your surroundings and to keep one foot in the physical world,” Bastila advised, smirking blatantly at the scene that had brought Haro back to earth.
Lu’la had snuck in at some point during Haro’s meditation. She had crawled until her head was in his lap, unbuttoned his pants, and fished his cock out. Her nimble tongue danced along his shaft. Eyes sparkling with naughty energy took in Haro’s surprised expression.
“Ari found us a ship,” Lu’la lifted her head to say. “It’s only 100,000 credits and we should be able to get it by tomorrow. Then maybe a day for interior renovation and stocking up on supplies and we’ll be off.”
“Good, Haro can take a break for the moment. I’ll leave you youths to your fun,” Bastila nodded, fading away as the Holocron deactivated.
“W-What ship is it?” Haro managed to force out as Lu’la’s head dipped back down to his crotch.
“A YV-929 Armed Freighter,” Lu’la said between licks. “It looks a bit blocky for my tastes, but Ari seems to like it. It’s got guns, shields, and storage space, and we’ll be making it our own, so I guess I’m okay with it.”
“S-Sounds nice,” Haro said before Lu’la’s attention quickly made him shut up.
Fire raced through his nerves. Lu’la’s tongue and lips lathered his shaft with love and devotion. Little kisses trailed a path up and down his length. Every swipe of her tongue made Haro shiver with pleasure.
His hands reached down to grasp Lu’la’s head by her Lekku. Lu’la’s eyes fluttered as Haro firmly rubbed his fingers along her brain-tails. An instinctive and almost subconscious flex of the Force stimulated the millions of nerve endings found there. Lightning raced through Lu’la’s mind. With her lips still kissing the base of Haro’s cock, Lu’la moaned wantonly.
One of Haro’s balls was suddenly sucked between a pair of pillowy lips and lavished with pleasure. His eyes fluttered as he groaned. Finally, unable to stand his cock being outside her throat a second longer, Haro pulled Lu’la up by her Lekku until her mouth aligned with his cockhead.
She smirked up at him smugly at the fact that she had made him break first. The glare he sent back at her made her loins tingle with anticipation. Lu’la’s arousal didn’t have to wait long. With a tight grip on her Lekku, Haro prodded her lips open with his cock and forced her head down his length.
Lu’la’s throat submitted instantly, opening up to take her master as deep as she could. She didn’t gag once as Haro plundered her mouth and bottomed out with her nose pressed into his crotch. His musk invaded her brain, sending shivers down her spine. Her throat involuntarily squeezed around his girth, milking Haro’s cock even as her lips stayed connected to its base.
Haro groaned as he slowly pulled her head up his shaft. Impossibly soft lips dragged along his length and her throat hugged him as he left. He pushed her back down when she reached the tip, making her take all of him with each long stroke. He didn’t even give Lu’la breaks to breathe, using her body solely for his pleasure.
The infrequent breaths only pushed Lu’la’s arousal higher. She reached down to cup her pussy like she was trying to physically hold in her orgasm. It didn’t work. Soon enough, her eyes were rolling back in her head and she was moaning around her master’s cock. Haro grunted when Lu’la’s throat tightened around him from her orgasm, but he didn’t stop pumping in and out of her mouth for a second.
Haro squeezed Lu’la’s Lekku a bit harder to extend her climax. He loved the way her throat felt around him when she came. Euphoria bubbled in his core, threatening to explode out of him if he let his willpower waver for a single second.
With one final moan, Haro buried himself as deep in Lu’la’s throat as he could and let go. Pleasure shot up his length, accompanying the torrent of cum that was now flooding Lu’la’s stomach. He pulled out halfway through his orgasm to let his last ropes of cum paint her crystal-blue skin.
Lu’la fell to the side as Haro stopped holding her up and her long climax caused strength to leave her body. She weakly reached for her face, dragging strands of Haro’s cum into her mouth and savoring the taste of her master. Haro leaned back on his hands, panting from his taste of nirvana.
Before he could get up, a wave of pink covered his vision. Ari had quietly slipped into the room at some point and now, just as quietly, slipped herself onto Haro’s cock. Haro didn’t even have a chance to go soft before his member was engulfed in tight, slick warmth.
Ari’s hands cupped his cheeks, bringing their lips together in a slow passionate kiss. Her hips did all the work for them, riding Haro at the same languid, loving pace as the kiss. Haro’s arms came up around Ari’s back and they both melted into their lovemaking. Ari broke the kiss. Her hands stroked Haro’s face while her hips never stopped rolling in his lap.
“Did Lu’la tell you I found us a ship before you facefucked her brains out?” Ari asked.
The incoherent, gurgling protest from Lu’la beside them made Haro chuckle, “She did. I don’t think I’m familiar with the YV-929 though.”
Ari nodded, “It’s a freighter. Relatively small, but it should be suitable for our purposes. I’ve already taken the liberty of purchasing it and starting the interior renovations. Everything should be finished by the time we get to the spaceport tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind…”
“I trust you. Are you sure you want to come with me?”
“Darling, I’m sure. We’ll be taking pretty much everything I own, including Switty, and it’s not like being on the move will affect my business all that much. I can do most of my jobs remotely. And I’d rather be with you and Lu’la than alone on this planet again.”
Haro went quiet at that. He could feel how sincere she was being. It was a like a layer of budding love over years of loneliness and insecurity. Just as she had saved his life, he might have saved hers.
He grabbed her hips, moving his body in sync with hers. At the same time, he grabbed at the red thread connecting them in the Force. Haro gathered up all his feelings for her and sent them down the thread. Ari’s breath hitched as Haro’s gratitude, desire, and love washed over her. Along with Haro’s feelings, there was a promise. A promise that she would never have to be alone again.
Ari’s body shook and spasmed around Haro’s cock. Their connection pushed her over the edge into a cathartic, almost gentle orgasm. Haro soon followed her, grinding their bodies together and spewing a fountain of seed into Ari’s womb.
“So what’s our first destination?” Ari asked as she and Haro enjoyed their afterglows.
Haro had lain back, dragging Ari on top of him. They were still connected and occasionally, Ari would feel Haro’s cock pulse inside of her. Human stamina meant it wasn’t going down any time soon, but both of them were content to just lay there and talk.
“Somewhere in the Outer Rim. I couldn’t figure out the exact planet, but I know we’ll be traveling along the Perlemian Trade Hyperspace Route. Once we get closer, I should be able to pinpoint where the call is coming from…”