Apollo Wilde
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“Sir?” Glass’s voice was tinny through his helmet’s speakers, but still unmistakably his. Baia’me could pick it out of any of the troopers voices.
Well, his and Fi’s.
True, she had a slight bias because they were both under her command, but still. Telling the clones apart wasn’t an unsurmountable task, or even a chore. All you had to do was actually listen. They’d tell you who they were. Glass, so dubbed because of his ability to destroy nearly everything he laid his hands on, stood a few paces in front of her. He was running point on this operation – working on the “silly” idea that a Jedi’s life was worth more than a clone’s, so it would be better for him to be shot at first and give her time to prep. Fi –and how he got his moniker, he still kept a secret- was behind her. Out of the two, he’d taken on the role of her self-appointed bodyguard, and was never too far from her side. It made sense. Out of the two, Fi was the more personable, quick with a joke and conversation. The other troopers called him “lizard monkey” for his insatiable chatter – but it was all in good fun. The soldiers had a much easy, and really, enviable camaraderie that wasn’t shared among the other Jedi. Council meetings bored her to tears, and she hated the arm’s length distance that everyone held each other at. Granted, there was, occasionally, some closeness between master and apprentice, but that hadn’t been the case with her and her Master.
Old Master Haji, a somewhat decrepit Nautolan, seemed…unnerved by her. And that feeling just wafted off of him the older he got. Probably why she was shuffled over to Master Aya, an younger Togruta. That had been an immeasurably better choice. Master Aya was fun, vivacious, and seemed to get along with everyone. She could do the whole Jedi stiffness thing, but usually exercised more freedom with Baia’me, which didn’t help her standing among other Jedi. She was thought to be “dangerous”, “too emotional”, and Master Aya had hand-waved all of that away and made her a Knight. That’d been a year or so ago.
At this point, though, crouched in front of *a heavily armored clone scout trooper, she was beginning to wonder if Master Aya had granted her rank out of desperation for the need of Jedi as opposed to actually feeling like she had earned the title. Master Aya had said that there was no real way to prepare for war, for anything – war not being the way of a Jedi. At least in theory – Baia’me had remembered her history lessons. The galaxy’s*long years of existence were marked by one Jedi war after the other. Guess it was just her luck that she happened to be born at just the right time to actually engage in one herself.
“What is it, Glass?”
“You’d better come take a look at this.” He stood a few feet in front of them, at the top of the gradual hill they’d been climbing for the past forever. Ylesia was dense jungle – it took hours just to move a mile. Even slower with just the three of them, and because they were trying to move as stealthily as possible. But in the midst of heavy greenery, surrounded by the calls of exotic fauna, it was hard for her not to straggle longer, just…admiring some of the sights. The sunburst bloom of a strange flower. The mottled green of a lizard that darted up a tree trunk. Glass would notice her straggling, and would gently prod her forward. He wasn’t the polar opposite of Fi, but he was much less loquacious – but not a total stoic or taciturn. Glass had an astoundingly dry, sarcastic wit that had only flourished under her leadership. Under anyone else, it would have been considered insubordination. Glass, despite his proven reputation for destruction, also had one of the gentlest touches that she’d ever seen on a man.
Baia’me counted herself lucky – most new Jedi knights would have chafed at the idea of being scouts, of only having two troopers assigned to them. But her? This was right up her alley. Less danger, and her team was usually in and out before anyone took notice. Information gathering was her forte; if it hadn’t had been for the war, she suspected that she’d end up tending the giant Jedi library back on Coruscant. Not that she liked Coruscant in particular, but being surrounded by all of that knowledge was a drug.
But then again, if it hadn’t been for the war, she never would have met Glass and Fi.
She knew the tongues were wagging back home. Scuttlebutt, even out here, was alive, and her and her men had gained something of a reputation. It’d been considered a gauche move to assign one sole woman to two men without any sort of “protection”, as it had been so delicately put, and then, combined with her reputation for being too emotional, a little too physical, and the rumor mill had a field day. Not like anyone could actually prove anything – and maybe that added more fuel to the fire.
Catching up to Glass, she stood slightly behind and to his left. She reached for her binoculars, before Glass’s hand rested over hers, the briefest of touches, to still it. She felt his mild thrill through the Force, and couldn’t help but to smile a little. Months into this, and he still felt as giddy as a Wookie child on Life Day. He was right to have stopped her; she didn’t need them. She could hear it before she saw it. Though the jungle still stretched forward, seemingly endless and still dense, the hill was high enough to give them a surprisingly high vantage point for the next few miles. Rather than dipping immediately down, the hill eased into a series of them, peaks and valleys. At the cusp of the last peak, a dark ribbon of blue stretched out.
“I’ll be. The ocean. We must’ve crossed clear across this land mass,” came Fi’s amiable voice from behind her.
“May not be ocean,” she said, leaning forward with her body and stretching herself through the Force. Life overwhelmed her in lush layers – from the smallest insect to the large predators that they’d only heard during the night and never saw.
“Could be a lake. Would be great if we could find some fresh water around here. I’m running low and I know you guys are getting tired of drinking the stuff that your suits recycle.” Unpleasant, but a fact of the soldier’s life. The armor that the soldiers wore could recycle liquid waste into potable water for as long as it needed to, but it could only be a substitute for the real thing for so long. They’d passed up a waterfall and a fresh clear pool and had refilled there, but that’d been days ago. Weighing the canteen at her side, she judged the sound it made. “I’ve got another two days, tops. If I ration. Hard to do with all of this humidity.” She felt like she sweated out what she’d drank as soon as she put her canteen away, and her over robe clung to her body. Splattered with mud, insect offal, flecks of blood and machine oil, it had ceased stinking and had crossed over into a new boundary of foul-smelling that lacked words a week ago.
Talking had distracted her.
Closing her eyes, she let herself drift away from her body, through the Force again. She could feel the water running through her veins, smell the salt. “Give a credit to the lucky winner,” she said, opening her eyes. “Fi’s right. That’s the ocean. I felt a river a mile or so due north, so if we follow that, we’ll be on a straight path to the ocean. Probably from there we can make camp and set up a good pick up point. I think we’ve been here long enough. There’s nothing to report.”
That much had been true. She’d walked among the locals - all imports from other planets - , past the small “cities” that struggled to survive in the encroaching mouth of jungle, and had headed straight towards the center. She found it ironic that Ylesia, had long been a hub for slavery, but the High Jedi Council was less concerned about that than a hoard of robots. Her first few reports back to Coruscant expressing her disgust were met with varying statements, largely under the umbrella of, “It’s Hutt space,” which was code for, “This is a battle we couldn’t possibly win.”
They’d gone through jungle that hadn’t seen anything resembling a humanoid in centuries, where contact was near impossible to make. The few holo calls she’d been able to make or receive came through broken, distorted. She’d reported dutifully all the same, hoping that if her spoken word didn’t go through, one of the many records she’d written had. And so it’d been, for the last few months that she’d been on planet, the majority of those spent wading through the jungles looking for any hint of Separatist armaments.
She had her doubts about this particular mission, though. A feeling of dread at the pit of her stomach that she just couldn’t shake. Never mind that it was somewhat of a wild bantha chase – it would have cost the Separatists far more to even try to hollow out a part of this jungle for any kind of base, the Hutts wouldn’t stand for anyone to cut in on their spice mines, and on top of that, the swift rotation of the planet meant that landing any sort of star ship here ran the risk of sheer disaster. She’d seen more than one ship plummet down in a ball of fire in her time there, and much to her secret chagrin, had been pleased to find more than one that had enough good supplies to last her and her commandos through their trek. Their assigned rations had given out about a month into the jungle, and since then, it’d been about living off of the land. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was a war on, there were times that it felt like an extended camping trip. And the long lulls in anything had been ripe for conversation and storytelling. Both Fi and Glass had been assigned to her because of their experience – they were to keep an eye on her as much as she was on them. And through the time, they’d gently corrected her mistakes, and then made fun of her for weeks afterwards once they got comfortable. So many of their fireside stories started off with, “Remember that one time Sir did…” and would trail off into guffaws that would frighten the night birds. Even with the laughter settling her in to sleep, it didn’t ease that feeling that kept growing stronger. She almost wished for nightmares so she could have a clear idea of what was menacing her through the daylight hours.
“I will take my credit right here and right now, Sir.” Fi’s jocular voice pulled her from her thoughts, and with as much sass as she could muster (because even she was tired and starting to flag), she lifted an eyebrow at him. Fi was already in the process of removing his helmet. Though he was identical to his brothers with his close cropped buzz, he had a few marks on his face that could set him apart. The prominent smile lines were her favorite.
“Oh yeah?” She stood still, coy, beside Glass as Fi ambled up to her right.
“Yeah,” he grinned, before pulling her close and laid a smacking kiss on her lips.
“I’d like to point out that I was unaware that there was any betting going on,” murmured Glass as he watched the two, removing his helmet as well. Glass’s eyes were his tell – expressive in their depths.
“You snooze, you lose,” snipped Fi as he let go of her, and jogged up and past Glass a few steps, pulling his helmet back on as he clanked away.
“Fi, be nice,” she chided him teasingly, before stepping in front of Glass. Despite the bulk of his armor and weapons, his arms settled lightly, unsure as always, about her waist. He’d press his forehead to hers, before reaching under her chin and tilting her face up to his. His kiss was soft, spring rain on new flowers, and brief. Ending the kiss, he kept close to her, his breath warm across her lips, before let her go. Through the Force, she could feel his pulse quicken, feel the hot rush of blood through his body. It was intoxicating – for a few moments, she let herself be overwhelmed by the rush of feeling from him. The soldiers were never restrained with how they felt – for in their brief lives, what else really was there, but to feel everything to its fullest extent? And when they all mingled together, became one, she felt it bloom within her, take her to a spot in the Force that she never thought existed. Her senses were sharper, she as an individual ceased to exist.
“Thank you, Sir,” Glass said, already walking in front of her.
“You’re welcome,” she said with a wry smile.
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Long, sweaty hours later, they’d found their river, refilled, and had now reached the edge of the jungle. Dark blue from their earlier vantage point, the ocean was actually a translucent turquoise, leaning towards a deep emerald. The sand at their feet was white, dotted with small shells and driftwood. While she was in the process of setting up camp, Glass scanned the perimeter to the North and West, focused on his HUD readings. Fi had taken the South and East, providing full coverage as she rigged the tent. Technically, she was the only one that was supposed to sleep in the tent; scouts had been taught to live off of the land, no matter what the terrain, and were only provided a tarp. It hadn’t taken her long with them to do away with that particular rule, and somehow all three had managed to squeeze inside. At first, it made for an awkwardly small space, with someone’s feet always in someone else’s face, but they’d settled into a rhythm quickly enough. And truthfully, there was usually only two bodies in there at any given time as they switched out for watch.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Baia’me stood, dusting her hands off. She’d taken off her flat boots ages ago, and stood barefoot in the sand. A trail of discarded clothing marked her progress - next to her boots were her discarded distinctive brown Jedi robe, nearly stiff from the trails of the jungle. Crumpled beside it was her dark green tunic, then her brown pants. It left her in her undergarments – basic black bikini briefs and a bra- and her only piece of adornment, a necklace with duplicates of Fi and Glass’s dog tags. She (obviously) couldn’t have theirs, but they had surprised her (individually, no doubt) with the copies. She wasn’t seen without them since, but had taken the good care to always keep them tucked away on her person. Her lightsaber was in the sand next to her- that, she’d never leave laying around with her clothes.
Her warm sepia skin seemed to soak in the sun, illuminating the lines of her muscles. Out of her nearly sexless clothing (it was her personal preference to wear her garments loose), her body was leanly muscular, with developed thighs, calves, and arms – testament to her long periods of lightsaber training. Her hair was a series of meticulously tended to rope-like coils that she had pulled back into a tight braid. It swung about her waist as she moved. Despite the musculature of her body, she still very much had curves: a surprisingly large, -perhaps on the edge of “overample”- bust that made her the butt of jokes with her scouts, and a backside that seemed drawn on in the perfection of it's curves. Fi had said she was shaped like the letter “S.” Though she stood up straight, because of the curvature of her back, it simply drew attention to her backside whenever she had the occasion to wear something a little tighter. As Fi would put it, it was a “distracting” feature of hers. However, her stomach curved out as well, something (in her vainer moments) she had to admit she wasn’t very fond of. It was only the way that Glass caressed it at night that had set her at ease with it.
Standing, she raised a hand to her eyes, shielding them from the sun. They were a vivid bright indigo, striking within the darkness of her face, but as a Tholothian, they were “normal.” They were wide and gave her face a childish look, despite the chiseled cheekbones and full bow-shaped lips under the wide nose. She’d often said that she was sad that she didn’t have the singularly impressive breathless beauty of her parents (her mother, she’d stated with some pride, had been a beauty queen while her father had been a body builder of some renown. The pair had given birth to nine children, all in some varying degree dancers or singers or something in the spotlight), but all things considered, she wasn’t unattractive. Just…not of the same beauty beyond lightspeed as her family. Not the kind of woman that would have men staring after her – unless she’d dressed differently. If anything, she seemed immaterial to her looks, if not faintly border-line naïve about them. However, they were distinct enough to attract the affection of her scouts...
It really had started innocently enough, like most of these things tended to. She’d notice a difference in their presence in the Force – starting with Fi. He never was one to hide how he felt. From the moment that he had overeagerly volunteered himself to be her personal guard, he’d swung back and forth with how he felt – knowing that she was off limits; that she outranked him. Getting to know her, knowing that she liked dirty jokes and spicy foods and knew all of the best Hutteese swears were what pushed him over. Their inexperience in physicality was charming – the blind leading the blind. It was really only a matter of time before Glass picked up on it. He had been more guarded, more the type to silently admire from afar. His “confession” had come on a night watch, with the moon supernaturally large and white above them - where were they then, those months ago? Chad, she wanted to say. And, (how, it still escaped her), apparently Fi and Glass had come to some sort of agreement without her knowledge, because it didn’t take long for them to start “sharing” – before that pushed into something a lot more even-handed.
From what she’d heard via deep Scuttlebutt, it wasn’t entirely uncommon for clones to have sexual relationships with one another. If Fi and Glass had a history of it, they didn’t indulge in it around her, preferring to focus their attention more on her than each other. There was a comfort between the two of them in intimate sessions that left her wondering….and scintillated beyond all belief.
As she wandered down to the edge of the water, where it turned crisp white against the sand, she let the water rush over her toes. She stopped, looked behind her. The ramshackle green tent against the white sand, the two scouts who were now pacing towards her. And despite that sinking feeling, still, she smiled at the two of them, and began to peel off her undergarments, tossing them carelessly back into the sand as she waded further into the water, luxuriating in its warmth over her body.
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They’d played in the water for literally hours. From swimming to splashing each other, the trio finally had their fill, and slowly dragged away from the ocean’s edge. The sun was dipping low into the sky, about to disappear into the waves. They’d watched the sky turn from that interesting shade of pale green to red, to orange, to a shade of purple she’d never seen before and knew she’d never see again, and the stars struggling to break through, until they became sharp pinpoints of bright light. Ylesia had no moon, but there was starlight enough to start a fire, and they sat beside it now, all of them still nude, with her in the middle. She’d caught plenty of fish earlier, and had built a makeshift smoking pit to smoke them as best she could.
The beach was large enough to land a smaller relief craft, but she didn’t expect someone to come get them within the next few days, or even the next few weeks. Ylesia was far enough out that it took more than a notion to get there, and because of the turbulence of the atmosphere, it would make landing something that needed to be carefully calculated. And the reality was that she was no big player within the Jedi Order. They’d come get her eventually. Maybe that was the sense of dread – the knowing that once back, she’d have to conceal her relationship with Fi and Glass. Act like it never happened. But she was irrevocably changed. And so were they. There would be no hiding it.
As if guessing what was on her mind, Fi kissed her forehead. “We could just stay here forever and raise like, 15 young ones.”
Glass snorted.
“No, seriously, hear me out. We’re in the middle of nowhere. It wouldn’t be inconceivable for Sir’s equipment to break down with the elements and accidents and whatnot. We could keep pushing to another city, change our names. Glass, you’ll be my dutiful older by four minutes identical twin brother. And this is our lovely wife, Baia'me. And then she’ll have five of my babies and five of your babies.”
“That’s only ten,” she sleepily murmured between them.
“Well, then, you can have seven of my babies and seven of his.”
“That’s fourteen.”
“Last one is a wild card.” Glass leaned forward, stoked the fire and added a piece of driftwood to it. Fi’s eyes ran across Baia’me’s body, stopping at her rich brown breasts with dark earth colored nipples. Impishly, he reached over and tweaked one, rolling it delicately between his fingers. Caught by surprise, Baia’me jumped, and instinctively swatted his hand away.
“Fi.” A hint of warning in her voice.
He let go of her nipple, only to palm the generous flesh of her right breast. “Maybe the first one should be the wild card,” he said, his voice heavy. She’d felt the idle coals of his desire, a steady smolder since they’d played nude in the waves, stoke to a spark of interest. There was, realistically, no reason to deny him. They were safe. No one was around. She bit her lip, looking over at him, and then to Glass. Glass sat back, watching the two of them with no amount of small interest.
Fi leaned in, still palming her breast, moving his callused fingers back to gently tug on her nipple as he kissed the side of her neck.“What if I said I didn’t want 15 kids…?” she said, pressing the long column of her throat into his mouth. She’d turned to face him now, nearly sitting in his lap.
“That’s fine. Making them is the fun part.” Fi’s voice was muffled by her throat, and he pulled her hips towards him. His phallus had already begun to grow tumescent, not quite fully erect.
“I’d agree,” came Glass’s voice from behind, before the warmth of his chest pressed against her back. She could feel him, already hard, fit neatly into the cleft of her buttocks.
“Fair enough,” her voice drawing out into a groan as Glass’s hand slipped between her and Fi’s body to caress her stomach, before moving lower to rest on her mons. She wasn’t quite wet, her pulse jumping to throb in her ears. It wouldn’t be long before she was, though - not with Glass’s hand idly tracing patterns through the thick curls of her mons and Fi working his way from her throat to her mouth. He kissed her clumsily, open-mouthed, and the eagerness that poured off of him was more than enough to drown out the finer points of expertise that they all lacked. He pressed harder against her mouth now, groaning softly as he shifted his weight to try and position himself between her legs. All eager, all graceless, his cock rose now, at full length, and pulsed against her inner thigh. She would never cease to marvel at how silky the skin of him was there, how delicate, how the merest touch could send ripples through the Force that spurred her own body to arousal. He pressed against her again, his hands going to her breasts as his lips grappled with hers. Another hard press, and their teeth bumped into one another.
With a soft hiss of laughter, she had to disengage.
“You ass,” said Glass, shaking his head. His touch, steady to the counterpoint of Fi’s zeal, moved from her mons to her hips, turning him towards her, her back now to Fi. With those placid hands, he ran a hand across the tight braid, up the sides of her face, and pulled her in for a kiss. No more experienced than her or Fi, Glass’s kiss was tentative, questioning and unsure, but with that same childish thrill that coursed through him when he touched her hand. She would deepen the kiss, opening her mouth against his to coax his tongue out. His met hers, and he appeared in the Force, a bundle of ecstatic white light.
Behind her, shifting on the sand, she could feel Fi through the Force - the surge of lust, mingled with the excitement of existing on a solely physical plane. His hands moved down the curve of her spine, across the smooth skin of her rear, then back up the sides of her thighs, settling at her waist. He gave a small, insistent tug at her, before drawing nonsense patterns on her sides with his nails.
Glass would be the one to break the kiss between her and himself. He smiled at her, a little shy, his gaze drifting between their bodies to his erect cock, the thick veins straining against the skin. She didn’t have to reach out with the Force to get a good idea of what he wanted. Leaning down, pushing her rear back into Fi’s crotch, she kissed the tip of his phallus before taking him fully in her mouth with one long stroke. Glass tilted his head back, his fingers curling into the sand. Fi, not wanting to wait, moved closer, rubbing her labia with the swollen tip of his cock. Without so much as a warning, he thrust forward, burying himself up to the hilt within her. A low groan escaped her, muffled by the fullness of Glass’s cock in her mouth. Steadying himself, with a hiss, Fi pulled himself half-way out, before thrusting again, quickly losing himself and full on slamming into her plush rear.
As she bounced, helpless against his rapid fire thrusts, she continued to suck on Glass’s phallus, soothed by his hands in her hair. Fi was moving much too quickly for her to gain that ever elusive peak, but she luxuriated in his feelings, his passion, the lust, the unbridled animalism of what he was doing. As it washed over her, she could already feel her senses sharpening. A few more hard thrusts, and his fingers tightened on her waist. He spilled into her, murmuring her name, lowering his forehead against the small of her back, before kissing her. Still consumed by the warmth of Glass, she barely felt as Fi withdrew from her, as his semen spilled down her leg. As if on some unbidden signal, Glass delicately lifted her mouth from him. He’d lean down and forward, capturing her lips as he pulled her on top of him, probing the folds of her sex before entering her. There was the nebula of color, sensation, that washed over the both of them as he penetrated her, so mindblowingly new and vivid that she, for a moment, forgot that she still had a body.
Unlike Fi, who’s thrusts were hurried, rapid - Glass took his time, a slow burn till the end. His lips hardly left hers as he slowly pushed inside of her, slid out, pushed in, over, over - she could barely register that Fi had moved, to stand atop the two of them, until his cock brushed against her forehead. Lifting away from Glass’s mouth, she pushed herself slightly forward in order to take Fi’s slowly lengthening cock into her mouth. The one thing that she could say for Fi was that while he may be quick, he was also quick to recover - as rapid fire as his mouth.
Glass’s mouth had found the teardrops of her breasts, fastening to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue as he continued his slow strokes. With Glass, she had been able to reach that peak with him inside of her, she could feel it now - as could he. His patient strokes sped up, until there was the audible slap of flesh on flesh, where her moans were barely muffled by Fi’s cock in her mouth, and Glass’s hands tightened on her hips, his teeth grazing the firm point of her nipple. There was nowhere else for her to go - close to being driven mad by the pleasure, her senses boiled down to the steady thrust beneath her and Fi’s hips bucking into her mouth, the wiry tang of his public hair, the saliva that ran from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, across her cheeks.
When she reached her orgasm, the world exploded around her, and all around her, the Force reverberated, ringing in one voice through her and within her. It was long minutes later that she realized she was actually floating above Glass, his content face faintly smug. His body shone with sweat, and Fi looked up at her, his arms folded across his chest. With a startled cry, she fell the few feet back to earth.
Belly-flopping into the sand, she started laughing, barely registering the mingled semen of Fi and Glass oozing from her body. The two soldiers looked at each other, before Fi offered his hand to Glass. Taking it, Glass hefted himself to his feet, before the pair walked over to her. She hadn’t fallen far, or hard, but was too busy laughing with the electricity that flowed through her body.
So that’s what pure life felt like.
Finally wiping the tears of mirth that streamed from her eyes, she took Glass’s hand and he helped her up. “You got about three feet up, Sir,” he said, kissing her forehead. “That’s a new high.”
“One of these days I’m going to get you to five feet,” crowed Fi from across the beach. He was loping back to the pair of them now, lanky as a colt.
“Maybe,” she said, stretching. She wouldn’t bother to wash up - she enjoyed the slow trickle of semen that still leaked from her in lazy gobs of white down her thighs.
As Glass paced down to the water to clean up, Fi gave her one last lingering kiss, his tongue dancing about hers before he withdrew, his eyes mischievous.
“What’s that look for?” she asked, mock suspicion in her voice.
“I put a sand crab in Glass’s helmet.”
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Night had settled fully over the beach, and Glass sat at the edge of the small camp, looking steadfastly within the depths of the jungle. It was quiet – unnaturally so. He gripped his blaster rifle closer, waiting.
Well, his and Fi’s.
True, she had a slight bias because they were both under her command, but still. Telling the clones apart wasn’t an unsurmountable task, or even a chore. All you had to do was actually listen. They’d tell you who they were. Glass, so dubbed because of his ability to destroy nearly everything he laid his hands on, stood a few paces in front of her. He was running point on this operation – working on the “silly” idea that a Jedi’s life was worth more than a clone’s, so it would be better for him to be shot at first and give her time to prep. Fi –and how he got his moniker, he still kept a secret- was behind her. Out of the two, he’d taken on the role of her self-appointed bodyguard, and was never too far from her side. It made sense. Out of the two, Fi was the more personable, quick with a joke and conversation. The other troopers called him “lizard monkey” for his insatiable chatter – but it was all in good fun. The soldiers had a much easy, and really, enviable camaraderie that wasn’t shared among the other Jedi. Council meetings bored her to tears, and she hated the arm’s length distance that everyone held each other at. Granted, there was, occasionally, some closeness between master and apprentice, but that hadn’t been the case with her and her Master.
Old Master Haji, a somewhat decrepit Nautolan, seemed…unnerved by her. And that feeling just wafted off of him the older he got. Probably why she was shuffled over to Master Aya, an younger Togruta. That had been an immeasurably better choice. Master Aya was fun, vivacious, and seemed to get along with everyone. She could do the whole Jedi stiffness thing, but usually exercised more freedom with Baia’me, which didn’t help her standing among other Jedi. She was thought to be “dangerous”, “too emotional”, and Master Aya had hand-waved all of that away and made her a Knight. That’d been a year or so ago.
At this point, though, crouched in front of *a heavily armored clone scout trooper, she was beginning to wonder if Master Aya had granted her rank out of desperation for the need of Jedi as opposed to actually feeling like she had earned the title. Master Aya had said that there was no real way to prepare for war, for anything – war not being the way of a Jedi. At least in theory – Baia’me had remembered her history lessons. The galaxy’s*long years of existence were marked by one Jedi war after the other. Guess it was just her luck that she happened to be born at just the right time to actually engage in one herself.
“What is it, Glass?”
“You’d better come take a look at this.” He stood a few feet in front of them, at the top of the gradual hill they’d been climbing for the past forever. Ylesia was dense jungle – it took hours just to move a mile. Even slower with just the three of them, and because they were trying to move as stealthily as possible. But in the midst of heavy greenery, surrounded by the calls of exotic fauna, it was hard for her not to straggle longer, just…admiring some of the sights. The sunburst bloom of a strange flower. The mottled green of a lizard that darted up a tree trunk. Glass would notice her straggling, and would gently prod her forward. He wasn’t the polar opposite of Fi, but he was much less loquacious – but not a total stoic or taciturn. Glass had an astoundingly dry, sarcastic wit that had only flourished under her leadership. Under anyone else, it would have been considered insubordination. Glass, despite his proven reputation for destruction, also had one of the gentlest touches that she’d ever seen on a man.
Baia’me counted herself lucky – most new Jedi knights would have chafed at the idea of being scouts, of only having two troopers assigned to them. But her? This was right up her alley. Less danger, and her team was usually in and out before anyone took notice. Information gathering was her forte; if it hadn’t had been for the war, she suspected that she’d end up tending the giant Jedi library back on Coruscant. Not that she liked Coruscant in particular, but being surrounded by all of that knowledge was a drug.
But then again, if it hadn’t been for the war, she never would have met Glass and Fi.
She knew the tongues were wagging back home. Scuttlebutt, even out here, was alive, and her and her men had gained something of a reputation. It’d been considered a gauche move to assign one sole woman to two men without any sort of “protection”, as it had been so delicately put, and then, combined with her reputation for being too emotional, a little too physical, and the rumor mill had a field day. Not like anyone could actually prove anything – and maybe that added more fuel to the fire.
Catching up to Glass, she stood slightly behind and to his left. She reached for her binoculars, before Glass’s hand rested over hers, the briefest of touches, to still it. She felt his mild thrill through the Force, and couldn’t help but to smile a little. Months into this, and he still felt as giddy as a Wookie child on Life Day. He was right to have stopped her; she didn’t need them. She could hear it before she saw it. Though the jungle still stretched forward, seemingly endless and still dense, the hill was high enough to give them a surprisingly high vantage point for the next few miles. Rather than dipping immediately down, the hill eased into a series of them, peaks and valleys. At the cusp of the last peak, a dark ribbon of blue stretched out.
“I’ll be. The ocean. We must’ve crossed clear across this land mass,” came Fi’s amiable voice from behind her.
“May not be ocean,” she said, leaning forward with her body and stretching herself through the Force. Life overwhelmed her in lush layers – from the smallest insect to the large predators that they’d only heard during the night and never saw.
“Could be a lake. Would be great if we could find some fresh water around here. I’m running low and I know you guys are getting tired of drinking the stuff that your suits recycle.” Unpleasant, but a fact of the soldier’s life. The armor that the soldiers wore could recycle liquid waste into potable water for as long as it needed to, but it could only be a substitute for the real thing for so long. They’d passed up a waterfall and a fresh clear pool and had refilled there, but that’d been days ago. Weighing the canteen at her side, she judged the sound it made. “I’ve got another two days, tops. If I ration. Hard to do with all of this humidity.” She felt like she sweated out what she’d drank as soon as she put her canteen away, and her over robe clung to her body. Splattered with mud, insect offal, flecks of blood and machine oil, it had ceased stinking and had crossed over into a new boundary of foul-smelling that lacked words a week ago.
Talking had distracted her.
Closing her eyes, she let herself drift away from her body, through the Force again. She could feel the water running through her veins, smell the salt. “Give a credit to the lucky winner,” she said, opening her eyes. “Fi’s right. That’s the ocean. I felt a river a mile or so due north, so if we follow that, we’ll be on a straight path to the ocean. Probably from there we can make camp and set up a good pick up point. I think we’ve been here long enough. There’s nothing to report.”
That much had been true. She’d walked among the locals - all imports from other planets - , past the small “cities” that struggled to survive in the encroaching mouth of jungle, and had headed straight towards the center. She found it ironic that Ylesia, had long been a hub for slavery, but the High Jedi Council was less concerned about that than a hoard of robots. Her first few reports back to Coruscant expressing her disgust were met with varying statements, largely under the umbrella of, “It’s Hutt space,” which was code for, “This is a battle we couldn’t possibly win.”
They’d gone through jungle that hadn’t seen anything resembling a humanoid in centuries, where contact was near impossible to make. The few holo calls she’d been able to make or receive came through broken, distorted. She’d reported dutifully all the same, hoping that if her spoken word didn’t go through, one of the many records she’d written had. And so it’d been, for the last few months that she’d been on planet, the majority of those spent wading through the jungles looking for any hint of Separatist armaments.
She had her doubts about this particular mission, though. A feeling of dread at the pit of her stomach that she just couldn’t shake. Never mind that it was somewhat of a wild bantha chase – it would have cost the Separatists far more to even try to hollow out a part of this jungle for any kind of base, the Hutts wouldn’t stand for anyone to cut in on their spice mines, and on top of that, the swift rotation of the planet meant that landing any sort of star ship here ran the risk of sheer disaster. She’d seen more than one ship plummet down in a ball of fire in her time there, and much to her secret chagrin, had been pleased to find more than one that had enough good supplies to last her and her commandos through their trek. Their assigned rations had given out about a month into the jungle, and since then, it’d been about living off of the land. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was a war on, there were times that it felt like an extended camping trip. And the long lulls in anything had been ripe for conversation and storytelling. Both Fi and Glass had been assigned to her because of their experience – they were to keep an eye on her as much as she was on them. And through the time, they’d gently corrected her mistakes, and then made fun of her for weeks afterwards once they got comfortable. So many of their fireside stories started off with, “Remember that one time Sir did…” and would trail off into guffaws that would frighten the night birds. Even with the laughter settling her in to sleep, it didn’t ease that feeling that kept growing stronger. She almost wished for nightmares so she could have a clear idea of what was menacing her through the daylight hours.
“I will take my credit right here and right now, Sir.” Fi’s jocular voice pulled her from her thoughts, and with as much sass as she could muster (because even she was tired and starting to flag), she lifted an eyebrow at him. Fi was already in the process of removing his helmet. Though he was identical to his brothers with his close cropped buzz, he had a few marks on his face that could set him apart. The prominent smile lines were her favorite.
“Oh yeah?” She stood still, coy, beside Glass as Fi ambled up to her right.
“Yeah,” he grinned, before pulling her close and laid a smacking kiss on her lips.
“I’d like to point out that I was unaware that there was any betting going on,” murmured Glass as he watched the two, removing his helmet as well. Glass’s eyes were his tell – expressive in their depths.
“You snooze, you lose,” snipped Fi as he let go of her, and jogged up and past Glass a few steps, pulling his helmet back on as he clanked away.
“Fi, be nice,” she chided him teasingly, before stepping in front of Glass. Despite the bulk of his armor and weapons, his arms settled lightly, unsure as always, about her waist. He’d press his forehead to hers, before reaching under her chin and tilting her face up to his. His kiss was soft, spring rain on new flowers, and brief. Ending the kiss, he kept close to her, his breath warm across her lips, before let her go. Through the Force, she could feel his pulse quicken, feel the hot rush of blood through his body. It was intoxicating – for a few moments, she let herself be overwhelmed by the rush of feeling from him. The soldiers were never restrained with how they felt – for in their brief lives, what else really was there, but to feel everything to its fullest extent? And when they all mingled together, became one, she felt it bloom within her, take her to a spot in the Force that she never thought existed. Her senses were sharper, she as an individual ceased to exist.
“Thank you, Sir,” Glass said, already walking in front of her.
“You’re welcome,” she said with a wry smile.
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Long, sweaty hours later, they’d found their river, refilled, and had now reached the edge of the jungle. Dark blue from their earlier vantage point, the ocean was actually a translucent turquoise, leaning towards a deep emerald. The sand at their feet was white, dotted with small shells and driftwood. While she was in the process of setting up camp, Glass scanned the perimeter to the North and West, focused on his HUD readings. Fi had taken the South and East, providing full coverage as she rigged the tent. Technically, she was the only one that was supposed to sleep in the tent; scouts had been taught to live off of the land, no matter what the terrain, and were only provided a tarp. It hadn’t taken her long with them to do away with that particular rule, and somehow all three had managed to squeeze inside. At first, it made for an awkwardly small space, with someone’s feet always in someone else’s face, but they’d settled into a rhythm quickly enough. And truthfully, there was usually only two bodies in there at any given time as they switched out for watch.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Baia’me stood, dusting her hands off. She’d taken off her flat boots ages ago, and stood barefoot in the sand. A trail of discarded clothing marked her progress - next to her boots were her discarded distinctive brown Jedi robe, nearly stiff from the trails of the jungle. Crumpled beside it was her dark green tunic, then her brown pants. It left her in her undergarments – basic black bikini briefs and a bra- and her only piece of adornment, a necklace with duplicates of Fi and Glass’s dog tags. She (obviously) couldn’t have theirs, but they had surprised her (individually, no doubt) with the copies. She wasn’t seen without them since, but had taken the good care to always keep them tucked away on her person. Her lightsaber was in the sand next to her- that, she’d never leave laying around with her clothes.
Her warm sepia skin seemed to soak in the sun, illuminating the lines of her muscles. Out of her nearly sexless clothing (it was her personal preference to wear her garments loose), her body was leanly muscular, with developed thighs, calves, and arms – testament to her long periods of lightsaber training. Her hair was a series of meticulously tended to rope-like coils that she had pulled back into a tight braid. It swung about her waist as she moved. Despite the musculature of her body, she still very much had curves: a surprisingly large, -perhaps on the edge of “overample”- bust that made her the butt of jokes with her scouts, and a backside that seemed drawn on in the perfection of it's curves. Fi had said she was shaped like the letter “S.” Though she stood up straight, because of the curvature of her back, it simply drew attention to her backside whenever she had the occasion to wear something a little tighter. As Fi would put it, it was a “distracting” feature of hers. However, her stomach curved out as well, something (in her vainer moments) she had to admit she wasn’t very fond of. It was only the way that Glass caressed it at night that had set her at ease with it.
Standing, she raised a hand to her eyes, shielding them from the sun. They were a vivid bright indigo, striking within the darkness of her face, but as a Tholothian, they were “normal.” They were wide and gave her face a childish look, despite the chiseled cheekbones and full bow-shaped lips under the wide nose. She’d often said that she was sad that she didn’t have the singularly impressive breathless beauty of her parents (her mother, she’d stated with some pride, had been a beauty queen while her father had been a body builder of some renown. The pair had given birth to nine children, all in some varying degree dancers or singers or something in the spotlight), but all things considered, she wasn’t unattractive. Just…not of the same beauty beyond lightspeed as her family. Not the kind of woman that would have men staring after her – unless she’d dressed differently. If anything, she seemed immaterial to her looks, if not faintly border-line naïve about them. However, they were distinct enough to attract the affection of her scouts...
It really had started innocently enough, like most of these things tended to. She’d notice a difference in their presence in the Force – starting with Fi. He never was one to hide how he felt. From the moment that he had overeagerly volunteered himself to be her personal guard, he’d swung back and forth with how he felt – knowing that she was off limits; that she outranked him. Getting to know her, knowing that she liked dirty jokes and spicy foods and knew all of the best Hutteese swears were what pushed him over. Their inexperience in physicality was charming – the blind leading the blind. It was really only a matter of time before Glass picked up on it. He had been more guarded, more the type to silently admire from afar. His “confession” had come on a night watch, with the moon supernaturally large and white above them - where were they then, those months ago? Chad, she wanted to say. And, (how, it still escaped her), apparently Fi and Glass had come to some sort of agreement without her knowledge, because it didn’t take long for them to start “sharing” – before that pushed into something a lot more even-handed.
From what she’d heard via deep Scuttlebutt, it wasn’t entirely uncommon for clones to have sexual relationships with one another. If Fi and Glass had a history of it, they didn’t indulge in it around her, preferring to focus their attention more on her than each other. There was a comfort between the two of them in intimate sessions that left her wondering….and scintillated beyond all belief.
As she wandered down to the edge of the water, where it turned crisp white against the sand, she let the water rush over her toes. She stopped, looked behind her. The ramshackle green tent against the white sand, the two scouts who were now pacing towards her. And despite that sinking feeling, still, she smiled at the two of them, and began to peel off her undergarments, tossing them carelessly back into the sand as she waded further into the water, luxuriating in its warmth over her body.
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They’d played in the water for literally hours. From swimming to splashing each other, the trio finally had their fill, and slowly dragged away from the ocean’s edge. The sun was dipping low into the sky, about to disappear into the waves. They’d watched the sky turn from that interesting shade of pale green to red, to orange, to a shade of purple she’d never seen before and knew she’d never see again, and the stars struggling to break through, until they became sharp pinpoints of bright light. Ylesia had no moon, but there was starlight enough to start a fire, and they sat beside it now, all of them still nude, with her in the middle. She’d caught plenty of fish earlier, and had built a makeshift smoking pit to smoke them as best she could.
The beach was large enough to land a smaller relief craft, but she didn’t expect someone to come get them within the next few days, or even the next few weeks. Ylesia was far enough out that it took more than a notion to get there, and because of the turbulence of the atmosphere, it would make landing something that needed to be carefully calculated. And the reality was that she was no big player within the Jedi Order. They’d come get her eventually. Maybe that was the sense of dread – the knowing that once back, she’d have to conceal her relationship with Fi and Glass. Act like it never happened. But she was irrevocably changed. And so were they. There would be no hiding it.
As if guessing what was on her mind, Fi kissed her forehead. “We could just stay here forever and raise like, 15 young ones.”
Glass snorted.
“No, seriously, hear me out. We’re in the middle of nowhere. It wouldn’t be inconceivable for Sir’s equipment to break down with the elements and accidents and whatnot. We could keep pushing to another city, change our names. Glass, you’ll be my dutiful older by four minutes identical twin brother. And this is our lovely wife, Baia'me. And then she’ll have five of my babies and five of your babies.”
“That’s only ten,” she sleepily murmured between them.
“Well, then, you can have seven of my babies and seven of his.”
“That’s fourteen.”
“Last one is a wild card.” Glass leaned forward, stoked the fire and added a piece of driftwood to it. Fi’s eyes ran across Baia’me’s body, stopping at her rich brown breasts with dark earth colored nipples. Impishly, he reached over and tweaked one, rolling it delicately between his fingers. Caught by surprise, Baia’me jumped, and instinctively swatted his hand away.
“Fi.” A hint of warning in her voice.
He let go of her nipple, only to palm the generous flesh of her right breast. “Maybe the first one should be the wild card,” he said, his voice heavy. She’d felt the idle coals of his desire, a steady smolder since they’d played nude in the waves, stoke to a spark of interest. There was, realistically, no reason to deny him. They were safe. No one was around. She bit her lip, looking over at him, and then to Glass. Glass sat back, watching the two of them with no amount of small interest.
Fi leaned in, still palming her breast, moving his callused fingers back to gently tug on her nipple as he kissed the side of her neck.“What if I said I didn’t want 15 kids…?” she said, pressing the long column of her throat into his mouth. She’d turned to face him now, nearly sitting in his lap.
“That’s fine. Making them is the fun part.” Fi’s voice was muffled by her throat, and he pulled her hips towards him. His phallus had already begun to grow tumescent, not quite fully erect.
“I’d agree,” came Glass’s voice from behind, before the warmth of his chest pressed against her back. She could feel him, already hard, fit neatly into the cleft of her buttocks.
“Fair enough,” her voice drawing out into a groan as Glass’s hand slipped between her and Fi’s body to caress her stomach, before moving lower to rest on her mons. She wasn’t quite wet, her pulse jumping to throb in her ears. It wouldn’t be long before she was, though - not with Glass’s hand idly tracing patterns through the thick curls of her mons and Fi working his way from her throat to her mouth. He kissed her clumsily, open-mouthed, and the eagerness that poured off of him was more than enough to drown out the finer points of expertise that they all lacked. He pressed harder against her mouth now, groaning softly as he shifted his weight to try and position himself between her legs. All eager, all graceless, his cock rose now, at full length, and pulsed against her inner thigh. She would never cease to marvel at how silky the skin of him was there, how delicate, how the merest touch could send ripples through the Force that spurred her own body to arousal. He pressed against her again, his hands going to her breasts as his lips grappled with hers. Another hard press, and their teeth bumped into one another.
With a soft hiss of laughter, she had to disengage.
“You ass,” said Glass, shaking his head. His touch, steady to the counterpoint of Fi’s zeal, moved from her mons to her hips, turning him towards her, her back now to Fi. With those placid hands, he ran a hand across the tight braid, up the sides of her face, and pulled her in for a kiss. No more experienced than her or Fi, Glass’s kiss was tentative, questioning and unsure, but with that same childish thrill that coursed through him when he touched her hand. She would deepen the kiss, opening her mouth against his to coax his tongue out. His met hers, and he appeared in the Force, a bundle of ecstatic white light.
Behind her, shifting on the sand, she could feel Fi through the Force - the surge of lust, mingled with the excitement of existing on a solely physical plane. His hands moved down the curve of her spine, across the smooth skin of her rear, then back up the sides of her thighs, settling at her waist. He gave a small, insistent tug at her, before drawing nonsense patterns on her sides with his nails.
Glass would be the one to break the kiss between her and himself. He smiled at her, a little shy, his gaze drifting between their bodies to his erect cock, the thick veins straining against the skin. She didn’t have to reach out with the Force to get a good idea of what he wanted. Leaning down, pushing her rear back into Fi’s crotch, she kissed the tip of his phallus before taking him fully in her mouth with one long stroke. Glass tilted his head back, his fingers curling into the sand. Fi, not wanting to wait, moved closer, rubbing her labia with the swollen tip of his cock. Without so much as a warning, he thrust forward, burying himself up to the hilt within her. A low groan escaped her, muffled by the fullness of Glass’s cock in her mouth. Steadying himself, with a hiss, Fi pulled himself half-way out, before thrusting again, quickly losing himself and full on slamming into her plush rear.
As she bounced, helpless against his rapid fire thrusts, she continued to suck on Glass’s phallus, soothed by his hands in her hair. Fi was moving much too quickly for her to gain that ever elusive peak, but she luxuriated in his feelings, his passion, the lust, the unbridled animalism of what he was doing. As it washed over her, she could already feel her senses sharpening. A few more hard thrusts, and his fingers tightened on her waist. He spilled into her, murmuring her name, lowering his forehead against the small of her back, before kissing her. Still consumed by the warmth of Glass, she barely felt as Fi withdrew from her, as his semen spilled down her leg. As if on some unbidden signal, Glass delicately lifted her mouth from him. He’d lean down and forward, capturing her lips as he pulled her on top of him, probing the folds of her sex before entering her. There was the nebula of color, sensation, that washed over the both of them as he penetrated her, so mindblowingly new and vivid that she, for a moment, forgot that she still had a body.
Unlike Fi, who’s thrusts were hurried, rapid - Glass took his time, a slow burn till the end. His lips hardly left hers as he slowly pushed inside of her, slid out, pushed in, over, over - she could barely register that Fi had moved, to stand atop the two of them, until his cock brushed against her forehead. Lifting away from Glass’s mouth, she pushed herself slightly forward in order to take Fi’s slowly lengthening cock into her mouth. The one thing that she could say for Fi was that while he may be quick, he was also quick to recover - as rapid fire as his mouth.
Glass’s mouth had found the teardrops of her breasts, fastening to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue as he continued his slow strokes. With Glass, she had been able to reach that peak with him inside of her, she could feel it now - as could he. His patient strokes sped up, until there was the audible slap of flesh on flesh, where her moans were barely muffled by Fi’s cock in her mouth, and Glass’s hands tightened on her hips, his teeth grazing the firm point of her nipple. There was nowhere else for her to go - close to being driven mad by the pleasure, her senses boiled down to the steady thrust beneath her and Fi’s hips bucking into her mouth, the wiry tang of his public hair, the saliva that ran from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, across her cheeks.
When she reached her orgasm, the world exploded around her, and all around her, the Force reverberated, ringing in one voice through her and within her. It was long minutes later that she realized she was actually floating above Glass, his content face faintly smug. His body shone with sweat, and Fi looked up at her, his arms folded across his chest. With a startled cry, she fell the few feet back to earth.
Belly-flopping into the sand, she started laughing, barely registering the mingled semen of Fi and Glass oozing from her body. The two soldiers looked at each other, before Fi offered his hand to Glass. Taking it, Glass hefted himself to his feet, before the pair walked over to her. She hadn’t fallen far, or hard, but was too busy laughing with the electricity that flowed through her body.
So that’s what pure life felt like.
Finally wiping the tears of mirth that streamed from her eyes, she took Glass’s hand and he helped her up. “You got about three feet up, Sir,” he said, kissing her forehead. “That’s a new high.”
“One of these days I’m going to get you to five feet,” crowed Fi from across the beach. He was loping back to the pair of them now, lanky as a colt.
“Maybe,” she said, stretching. She wouldn’t bother to wash up - she enjoyed the slow trickle of semen that still leaked from her in lazy gobs of white down her thighs.
As Glass paced down to the water to clean up, Fi gave her one last lingering kiss, his tongue dancing about hers before he withdrew, his eyes mischievous.
“What’s that look for?” she asked, mock suspicion in her voice.
“I put a sand crab in Glass’s helmet.”
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Night had settled fully over the beach, and Glass sat at the edge of the small camp, looking steadfastly within the depths of the jungle. It was quiet – unnaturally so. He gripped his blaster rifle closer, waiting.
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