Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[HookerBoots]

She stared at the datapad, eyes wide. This was . . . impossible. "What? But . . . but why?!" The confusion crystallized into anger. Her master. Somehow, he had arranged it, had destroyed her world so that he could rebuild it himself, to make her dependant on him. Irina could feel Ramza's arms around her, the comforting warmth of his body, but it didn't do much to calm her rage.

Until the anger melted in the light of another realization. "My - my parents, and sister and brother . . . are alive?" She turned around to look at him, her eyes wide and tear-filled, and her arms wrapped around him tightly. "My family's alive!"

When she'd finished crying, Irina pulled back and looked at Ramza, wiping the tears from her face. "Can . . . can we stop there? I want to see them." Irina plead with her eyes. "Please, love?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza held her as she wept, both glad and sorrowful for his love. That deep seated betrayal had to be incredibly painful. But, she had thought her family lost, and they weren't. She could find them and be reunited. As she shook he was calm, letting her feel his heat, his love, the mere assurance of his presence.

When she made her request, he'd known it was coming. He considered the arguments against such a course of action, and there were many. It was deviating from the plan. Her Master would expect her to do that once she discovered the truth. There was no guarantee her family was still there, they may have moved. The Bothans would notice the arrival of his ship, and who knows who they'd sell the information to.

But there were arguments to counter those too. Irina didn't like the plan, anyway. Her Master wouldn't risk exposure by coming after them. Even if her family wasn't there, they could discover where they'd gone. The Bothans didn't know he was a Jedi, so why would they mark his arrival as special at all. And the most important one.

She needed this.

"All right, Irina. We'll go to Cholganna." It would be easy to compute a route once they reached the end of their current hyperspace jump. "But we should be careful. It's a logical place for your Master to try and find us."

Then he hugged her, kissing her cheek. "Congratulations, my love. You're not as alone as you thought."

 

[HookerBoots]

She hugged him tightly. resting her head on his chest and breathing in deeply. "I haven't been alone since I met you, love. But my family . . . ." This was so tough for her, to think that her whole family, her entire past hadn't been destroyed. She could have gone home, could have spent the time she'd wasted being a Sith with her family, watching her brother and sister grow up. But she never would have met Ramza, then.

"Thank you, Ramza. This means so much to me." She also knew that the Master Jedi would protest strongly, but now that they'd made their decision, there was little that the other woman could do. And Irina was aware of the possibility that her family might have moved, but something told her they were still there. Maybe it was the Force, but all she knew was that this was right.

Pulling back slightly, looking at him, she smiled slightly. "Well, would you like the rest of my story, or do I get to hear the start of yours?"

 

[Armphid]

"..is your family," he replied, finishing the sentence. To him, no more needed said. Blood was thicker than water, and stronger than chains of steel. He held her tightly as she thanked him, and he smiled. "Seeing you this happy is plenty of thank, my love."

At her question, he leaned in and kissed her lightly. "Only fair to hear some of mine, isn't it, love?" He chuckled, sliding back and down into a chair. Though he didn't let go of her, pulling her onto his lap rather than letting her sit on the table again.

He grinned, lifting a fork of food to her lips. "You know the basics already, lover. I was born on Thyferra, home of the bacta trade. Only place in the galaxy where it's made. My family is nobility, from ancient times, and has always been part of the bacta business, except during the Empire. My father, Balbanes, stayed loyal to the ideals of the Republic and joined the Rebellion, resulting in my family briefly being exiled from the planet and the bacta trade. Once the Rebellion won out, and after that business with Isarde and her Krytos plague got sorted out, my father was put in charge of the new Bacta Guild which had taken over from the Bacta Cartel."

"That was all before I was born," Ramza shrugged. "My oldest brother remembers it though. I have two older brothers...half-brothers, really. Dycedarg and Goltana. The sons of my father's wife, Meliaa. My younger sister and I are the children of my father and his mistress. They met in the Rebellion, my father was already married to Meliaa at the time." His family was rather messed up, wasn't it? "Even though we were illegitimate, my father recognized Alma and me, and took us in even before mother died."

He hesitated a moment, "Meliaa convinced my father that we shouldn't live with them. We should stay with our mother, and he could support us with money. Mother...wanted us to have the Orlandau name, and the upbringing, the education, all that went with it." He sighed, "So, during one of the times we were visiting father, she committed suicide with her service blaster. And, like she wanted, he was our sole guardian and took us in to live as part of the family." His voice was oddly distant and detached. He shrugged, and took a long drink from his cup.

"The rest of the beginning, you know. I went to a very good school and many tutors at home to drill in even more knowledge and skills. The Orlandaus have a tradition of military service, so I learned to shoot and fight very early on. I was set to enter the Republic Navy like my older brothers too, when my Force sensitivity was discovered...but that's the next part of the story."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her eyes were wide, and Irina hugged Ramza tightly. "That sounds . . . difficult, love." At least her family loved each other, nothing quite so horrible or grisly as his. His mother killed herself, to give them a chance at a good life? But what about her own life, her desire to be with her children? "And I'd always thought nobility had it easy," she said with a little smile.

Irina kissed his forehead, then sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're so good to me, Ramza. I'm so glad to have you." And very glad that he'd turned out so relatively normal and well-balanced. That must be the Jedi training, or maybe his father's wife wasn't as much of a bitch as she sounded like.

"Well, love, does that mean it's my turn again?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza shrugged as she hugged him tightly, "I did have it easy. I never had to worry about a roof over my head or my next meal. That's more than a lot of sentients could say." He had to acknowledge that. Yes, maybe he'd paid a high price for it. But it wasn't his choice to pay that price. "I had a great education, private tutors to teach riding, fighting, I don't have anything to complain about, really." He wanted to, of course. His mother had killed herself for him. But, in the grand scheme of things, he couldn't.

"But no, love. Let me finish, please. It's easier to do it all at once." He gave her a sad little smile, before continuing. "Anyway...I think my mother's suicide had a big impact on Meliaa, father's wife. I think before that, it was all kind of a game to her. After that though, she tried hard to be a second mother to Alma and me. It might have started out of guilt, but I like to think it became genuine affection." His smile became more genuine then, "My brothers were good to us, though Dycedarg was always distant. Even with that, I was an angry young noble. Particularly because the circumstances of my birth and how my sister and I came into our father's household was an open secret. We both got a lot of crap over it...which led to me fighting a lot of duels." One finger traced the scar on his cheek. "That's where this is from. It's a reminder of those days."

"It was one of those duels that led to me learning a better way of life, and becoming a Jedi. One of the Masters, Corran Horn, was visiting my father. He witnessed me challenging a boy who'd called my sister a bastard." Ramza still felt a surge of anger at that. "Technically, he was right, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it. We fought and, well, he cheated. Threw dirt in my face. He was about to stab me when I felt something...just burst in my chest. I hit him with the Force, threw him a good five meters." He sighed, chagrined at the event. "Master Horn came running, he'd sensed the Force being used, and put a stop to things. He and my father talked, and that whole incident ended up with my being sent away to the Yavin 4 Academy."

He smiled, leaning in to nuzzle Irina's neck. "There's a lot of story about the Academy, but that might be for another day." He kissed her cheek. "Do you want to take a turn, lover? Or...is it time for us to address the other issues we've avoided so far?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina rested her head on Ramza's, sighing. "There's not much more to tell." One hand curved around the back of his neck, stroking his cheek lightly. It was true, and even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to tell the details of her training. Not that she felt loyalty to the Sith order, but a lot of the things she'd had to do and let be done were things she didn't want to think about, possibly ever again.

"You pegged it, love. After I was told that Cholganna was destroyed - and that my family was surely dead - I sank into deep depression." Which was putting it mildly. She'd had no place to go and no one to turn to. "I got a job of sorts, working at a cantina, cleaning up at night. I got a place to sleep, one meal a day, and all I could drink." She closed her eyes, shifting slightly on his lap.

"My other meals, it varied. If I was lucky, one of the patrons took pity on 'the cute little human' and bought me something. If I wasn't, I begged." A small smile quirked her lips, and Irina laughed a little. "Begging wasn't so bad, really. I often did well, again, probably thanks to the Force, even if I didn't know it then." She'd often wondered why some days, she'd done so well on the streets, never once getting robbed or accosted at all. No doubt it was the Force, but back then, she'd just seemed really lucky.

A note of anger entered her voice now, and Irina's hands clenched. "One evening, before I was working, I was sitting at a table, getting drunk and feeling sorry for myself - I couldn't have been more than 16, but no one really cared - a man came up to me and told me that I was better than where I was, would I like to be trained for a highly-skilled position. I told him I wasn't a whore, and he'd better move on. He laughed, told me he wasn't interested in sex, and that he could make me powerful."

God, she'd been a fool. But even if she hadn't been in dire straights, the offer would have been appealing. What poor little kid didn't grow up wishing to be more than they were? "So I went with him, figuring even if he killed me - for whatever reason - I'd be no worse off. Instead, I started training as a Sith that night."

Pulling back slightly, she looked at him with a serious expression. "And seven years later, here I am, no longer a Sith, no longer a normal girl, but in the arms of the man I love. It balances, I think."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled at that last, "I will do all I can to tip the balance, Irina. So that you'll have no doubts or regrets about our life together." He turned to kiss her forehead, looking at her face. He knew why she didn't speak of her training. It was a subject they would need to cover one day. Perhaps not today though.

"Well, we've both become rather melancholy, haven't we?" He chuckled ruefully, then sighed. "Seems we both have parts of our past that we're not fond of." The same could probably be said of all sentients. "I guess then...we'll have to look to make a better future for each other, won't we?"

But..."You know that my life isn't exactly mine to give, Irina." He would gladly do so, but there were other commitments he could not escape. And would not if he could. "I am a Jedi, and the Order will have missions for me. My work and training with them will continue." He reached up a hand to stroke her cheek, "I don't know that you want to be a part of that, lover, but...it's always going to be part of my life."

 

[HookerBoots]

Sighing, she nodded. Of course it would be, and she wouldn't have asked him to give that up, in any case. The Jedi Order was more like a community, while being a Sith . . . was like being part of a family you didn't like. "It depends on what happens after all this blows over, doesn't it? If I can join, and decide I want to, perhaps we can work together." Unlikely, of course. There was a reason that Jedi were taken from their families young, and kept on Yavin 4 until they were fully trained.

"And even if not, I'll be with you as much as I can. Perhaps," she said with a grin, "if I am forced to stay at home and wait for you, like a good little housewife, I can start a school training guards. Or dancers." Irina kissed his cheek, then his lips gently. "I don't mind spending time by myself as long as you come back to me, love."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza chuckled, "If you decided to join, Irina, there'd be no question. The Order would be drooling to get someone with your skills and experience as one of us. And, you might be surprised, we'd have some missions apart, but...Master Skywalker and the other Masters try to accomodate that sort of thing more than you might think." Particularly if they were married. But he was NOT going to bring that up just yet. He laughed this time, "That way when Master Skywalked insists that Mara Jade be part of a mission he's on, no one gives him any grief for making exceptions."

He savored her kiss, letting it go with a smirk, "I love you, Irina, but I don't think you're the housewife type. Now training dancing bodyguards, that I could see." He kissed her back, a little more heat in this kiss than in the previous one. "I will always come back to you, Irina. No matter how far apart we are or how long it takes me to return to you." Even if he died, he would be part of the Force, and he would be with her for all eternity. He wasn't going to say that now, he didn't know how the Sith viewed such things, but it his mind, it was a promise he could easily keep.

He kissed her again, his hands puling her close, until their lips parted. He chuckled ruefully, "There are times I wonder...if we were on assignment together...if we'd ever get anything done."

 

[HookerBoots]

She grinned and rested her forehead against his. "Oh, I'm sure a few things would get done. But maybe not the mission." Irina wrapped her arms around his neck. "Seriously, though, I think we'd work well together. Once we actually worked." A low, throaty laugh rippled from her, and she kissed him again, long and deep.

Without breaking the kiss, she shifted her position, so that she was sitting facing him instead of facing sideways, her legs dangling to either side. As they pulled back slightly, she asked, somewhat breathlessly, "How much longer do we have until we come out of the jump?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza half groaned, half purred as she pulled back. How to answer that most interesting question? He grinned roguishly, "Plenty of time, lover, for us to enjoy." Then he chuckled, "Though if you want a figure, five hours."

He slid his hands up her back, then slowly down her spine to squeeze her ass cheeks. "I want a figure too...this one here." He kissed her again, briefly, to trail kisses down her neck, "Mmm...I wonder what we can do to kill those hours..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her smile was more than a little lust-filled. "I hope five hours is enough," Irina whispered teasingly, fingers trailing lightly over the back of his neck and through his hair. "Ramza, love, you can have this figure whenever you like." Shifting her hips, Irina rubbed herself against him, moaning softly at the feel of his hardness against her. Gods, he felt amazing.

And she could also feel it starting again, the Force reacting to their emotions and feeding them back. The room they'd shared at the safe house was almost unliveable for anyone else, since the walls and furnishings had soaked in the intensity and lust. It would be weeks before anyone with a shred of Force sensitivity could walk in there without blushing. And it looked like they were going to make his ship the same.

Nipping his neck lightly, she licked his ear gently. "I remember someone saying something about stripping me with his teeth and then kissing me until I can't stand not having you inside me and driving myself down onto your hard cock. We could use that to fill the time, if it sounds good to you."

 

[Armphid]

A rumble oddly like a purr resounded deep in his throat at the words that accompanied her licking his ear. His eyes rolled toward the back of his head, and he smiled. "Time won't be all that's filled," he said in a low, bedroom voice.

His hands took a firmer hold on her ass, lifting her up and laying her down on the table. He looked down on her, "There are times when I think I could just look at your forever, love. But then I'd miss out on everything else you have to offer."

He brought himself low, moving his face up her body, just a scant inch from it until he kissed her, "Your taste." His lips moved to nibble and press her ear, as he breathed deeply of the smell of her hair, "Your scent." Her neck was his next target, "Your warmth, and the smoothness of your skin." He kissed down her neck to the fastenings of her shirt, and looked up at her with a grin. Then he took the first one in his teeth, working with his tongue until it came undone.

Slowly, teasingly (though that was really more due to the fact that teeth and tongue really weren't designed with this sort of task in mind), he undid her shirt, then pulled it open, revealing her bra and tight abdomen. He kissed her naval, swirling his tongue around it.

 

[HookerBoots]

The sound of his voice made her shiver, eager and willing for what he was promising. But then she had to stifle a giggle. Irina hadn't really expected him to undo her clothes with his teeth, and it was very arousing to feel his breath through her clothes and on her skin as he made his way down the row of fastenings. But it was so silly, that he'd actually do it.

As Ramza's mouth worked its way down her torso, she tangled one hand in his hair, stroking it gently and just feeling the warmth of him. This was what she had dreamed of, as a little girl - a little more advanced, naturally, but the basics were the same - being with someone she loved, feeling completely safe with him, and knowing that her love was returned. All they had to worry about now was her master finding them and . . . . But worrying, right at this moment, was needless, and silly.

His tongue gliding around her navel made her smile even as she shivered again. "It's not nice to tease a lady, Ramza," she said in as stern a voice as she could manage, which turned out to be not very stern at all. "Do you need me to help you undress me? I can, if you want," she added with a grin.

 

[Armphid]

In response, he kissed her belly button once more before grinning up at her through the valley of her cleavage. He could only see part of her face, but by the Force, it was well framed. He'd have to get that bra off though, then it'd be perfect. "Who said I was a nice person, Irina? I don't recall ever claiming such a thing." He then chuckled, "Or you claiming to be a lady."

He moved up her body, again his face almost touching her skin. He wanted to so badly. But it was too much fun to tease her, and him. To whip them both into even madder lust. He kissed the junction of her collarbones lightly, "I think I do need your help though. Please help me undress you, Irina." He ran his tongue along one of the horizontal lines of her collarbones, "I feel such a need for you, I can't stand to wait as long as it will take me alone."

 

[HookerBoots]

Giving a wistful little sigh, she tipped her head to one side. "I suppose it's too late to try and claim that I'm a lady, what with my body on display like this." Irina shivered as his tongue traced her collarbone, loving the feeling of his tongue on her. She never seemed to get enough of Ramza touching her, and she bit her lower lip as she shrugged out of her shirt and unhooked the clasp on her bra. "I'm glad I could help you, then, love. Because I need to be with you so very badly."

Tossing the removed garments onto the floor, she laid back on the table and reached one hand up to stroke his cheek. "You are so amazing, and so good to me, Ramza. I want to feel you inside me so much."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled, his heart in his eyes. It meant so much to hear those words from her. He laid himself over her, kissing her, feeling the warm softness of her bare chest through his clothes. "I'm not as good as you deserve, Irina, but I am trying to be." He kissed her again, a long, sweet kiss as her arms went around him. When it broke, he whispered, "I want to be in you, lover. I wish I never had to leave your body, that we could just be joined for all time."

He chuckled then, a bit ruefully, "We're both so eager for it, aren't we? I think the time may come when we forget what foreplay is." Then he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking on her flesh, "But as long as we haven't yet..."

His hands slid down her body, finding and undoing the clasp of her pants. He tugged them open, then pushed them down her legs. He didn't want them fully off though. For some reason, he suddenly liked the idea of screwing her with her pants around her feet. "You know, I've realized I might be a pervert..."

 

[HookerBoots]

She laughed breathily. "You just reached that conclusion?" Irina let her fingers rake through his hair, then pulling his head to hers for a deep kiss. "I assure you, you are. And I rather like it." Her tongue snaked out and licked his neck gently, following up with a kiss. "In fact, I like it a lot."

One hand trailed down his back and slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, gripping his ass and pulling his hips to her. "I don't think we'll forget what foreplay is, since we both like it so much," Irina whispered, nipping his neck as her fingers massaged his ass. "But I agree, let's do as much as we can now."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza's breath left him in a sighing breath as she groped his ass. He loved it when she did that. Just loved it. As her fingers massaged and teased, he moaned and then chuckled, "Love, that absolutely is wonderful. I can't tell you much I enjoy it."

He leaned over her on the table, lowering himself to feast on her collarbones, kissing their junction, then slowly up her neck, "You know, we'll never get all we can, my heart. Because sooner or later, and sooner I'm sure, one or both of us will ache with need, and...well." He kissed her lips, a smirking but passionate kiss. He just about purred as she gave his ass a fresh squeeze, "Force and all gods...I can't get enough of your touch, my love. It's like air to me now."

 

[HookerBoots]

She pressed against him, legs opening unconsciously as far as they could. Nothing had ever felt as wonderful as being with Ramza. "Love, you make me feel so amazing," she whispered, licking his ear. With her legs opened like this, Irina could feel his hardness pressing against her through his pants, and moaned softly.

Her hand kept up its work on his ass, loving the sounds he made as she stroked and squeezed his flesh. She nuzzled his neck, licking and nibbling gently. "I want you so much, Ramza, I want all of you." Her hand squeezed more firmly, and she could feel the ache he was talking about beginning, and Irina moaned again. "I don't know how long I can wait, please, love."

 

[Armphid]

Irina's words made him sigh a long, drawn-out pleasured groan. That was so erotic and sexy it defied description. "I'll never make you wait, Irina...unless it would be fun," he amended with a wink.

He reluctantly took his hands from her long enough to undo his belt and let his pants drop. Unfortunately, he still had his boots on, leaving them pooled around his knees. Awkward at best. "Hells." He frowned, then focused and drew his right hand in a quick, slashing motion. The tearing sound of fabric resounded as his pants flew apart, freeing him. He'd have to be careful about that though. If they got carried away too many times, he'd run out of pants.

His manhood was fully erect, hungry and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from his slit. He grinned, rubbing the head along the inside of her thighs as he moved between her beckoning legs. He closed his eyes as he bumped against her hot pussy, a pleasure to rich it almost hurt flooding him. "Irina," he breathed, her name a benediction, before he set himself in place. Leaning over her, he kissed her lips sweetly, then rested his head on her shoulder, moaning into her neck as he slowly, tormentingly, wonderfully, slid his length into her needful body.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina's breath caught in her throat as she watched Ramza expose his hard cock. Gods, there was nothing so so wonderful in the galaxy. She almost giggled when he sliced his pants down the middle, freeing his legs. "You're going to have to think out these impulse interludes, love, or you'll run out of trousers before we dock somewhere." But in a second, she forgot all about that, and moaned softly as he brushed the hot head of his cock against her.

Her arms twined around his neck, tangling in his hair and stroking it gently. "Oh, Ramza," she breathed, eyes half-closed as his length slid into her. It never failed to amaze her how incredible he felt, how thick and hot his cock felt inside of her. Irina's back arched slightly, pressing them together and taking as much of him into her body as she could.

Moving slightly, pressing her hips up to meet his, Irina pressed her lips to his neck as well. "I have never felt so good, love, please, give me more."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza had ceased moving until she spoke. It just felt so good, so right, to be inside her. Part of her. To be one, as his mind and heart already ere, with her in body. As she shifted her hips, letting him sink deeper, he gasped and let out a long, sighing moan. "Irina," he whispered her name like a prayer, a holy thing, and to him it was.

He smiled at her words, opening eyes that had been closed to better enjoy the feel of her on and around him. "All that you want, my love. All of me. Yours." He opened himself to the Force, and guided the energy between them, opening up a link between himself and Irina. This was something he'd thought of, but hadn't done yet. It was...risky. But he wanted her to feel this. She would feel everything he felt, and he would feel what she did. They would feel the love making to her as if it was her cock in his pussy, on top of the normal sensory input.

Ramza started to move, slowly, carefully, not wanting to overload either of them. "Ohhh, fuck," he whimpered. Gods! It was big and hard and thick in him, and it felt soo good, and she was so wet and tight and hot! "Irina, Irina, it's...fuck, it's sooo...ahHHHhh, so gooood!"

 

[HookerBoots]

The influx of new feelings made her head spin in the most amazing way. She'd never felt anything like this, and she knew he was using the Force to let her experience their lovemaking in a way that she'd never in her life had. With a shuddering moan, Irina bit her lower lip. "Ramza, it . . . I . . . uhn, gods . . . !" She could feel his cock as though it was hers, and her pussy as though it were his, and dear spirits and demons, this was amazing!

His slow motion began, and she was certain that her body was going to shiver into a pile of ash from the heat of their coupling. Was this . . . was this what he felt when they were together? She'd never known she was that hot and wet, the feel of her body wrapped around him was deliriously wonderful. "You feel soooo goddamn . . . incredible," she gasped out. Exerting effort, she pulled herself up, ams on his shoulders, and kissed him deeply, feeling her tongue as if it were his in her mouth. "I've never felt like this before, so gooood," she breathed against his lips, then began to kiss his neck, feeling his sensations as though they were her own.