Jedi Adventures Alema Rar Ch. 01byHandcuffGirl©
Author's notes: This is the third story I have written about the Jedi. Please read Star Wars Jedi Tahiri in Bondageand Star Wars Jedi Tahiri & Alema Rar , although this is chapter one of a stand alone story. Also, if you like this story, please leave me feedback, public or through email.
Jedi Alema Rar Attacks!
Alema Rar was sitting in the corner of the diner when they came in. A swoop bike gang, that is. At least part of one. There were six of them, all armed, rough looking humans, dressed in spacer garb that might have once been gray. She spotted bulges under several nerfhide jackets. It didn't take a Jedi to know that these guys were trouble.
One of the gang members glanced in Alema Rar's direction but she used the Force to make herself invisible. The only other customers in the diner were an elderly human woman and her grand daughter. Maybe her great-grand daughter. The woman and the child were trying to leave. The leader of the swoop gang smirked evilly as he blocked their path. The others quickly surrounded them. Two of them went to the back.
Some situations that Alema Rar came across called for a Jedi in brown robes and wielding a lightsaber. Not this one though. If she pulled her lightsaber out, the swoop gang would likely take off, and once they escaped from the Jedi, find someone else to rob, or kill. On top of that, brown robes were out of the question, as she was currently wearing a skin tight black and red sleeveless jumpsuit.
So Alema Rar pulled her lightsaber off her belt and dropped it almost to the floor, catching it with the Force. Slowly, she floated it underneath the booths until it was nearly to the closest thug. Then she floated it up to the underside of the table, letting the magnets on lightsaber lock onto the underside of the table. Now she would be able to get it easily if she needed it.
The two gang members emerged from the back with the owner and a droid server. They took him to the register. The gang had two thoughts in mind: steal and kill. One in particular had a horrible plan for the young girl. Alema Rar barely held her disgust in check. The girl couldn't be more than thirteen. She vowed that the one wouldn't escape.
As much as she wanted to just take them out, Alema Rar decided to give them at least the opportunity to run away. Like six armed and dangerous criminals would run away from one diminutive, sexy Twi'lek. She stood up, and walked towards them, masking the sound of her heels on the floor with the Force.
"Hello boys," Alema Rar said as she approached them. The two nearest her turned, startled. The one on the right had a vibroblade in his hand. "If any of you want to leave, now is your chance," she said calmly.
Several burst out laughing. The rest were checking her out. "And why would we want to do that?" One of them asked.
"Because if you don't, you might not get to live," she replied, durasteel in her voice.
A couple seemed a little hesitant now. The two nearest her were easing apart, as much as the tables would let them. Alema Rar sensed their attack before they made it. The one on the left lunged at her, but stopped short. An instant later, the other one lashed out with the vibroblade. Alema Rar dodged and grabbed his extended wrist. As she twisted his arm the other one stepped towards her again. Timing it so all his weight was on his left leg, Alema Rar drove the sole of her bright red ankle boot through his knee, making a wonderful cracking sound.
He screamed in pain and fell to the floor. Alema Rar held the wrist of the first one and drove her forearm through the back of his elbow. She grabbed the vibroblade as it fell from his hand, spun and threw it into the chest of a gangster that was aiming a blaster at her. Perhaps two seconds had passed.
The one with the broken knee was reaching for a blaster at the small of his back. Alema Rar gave him a vicious backhand, raking the spikes on her wristcuff across his face. She leaned over, grabbed the blaster and continued to roll, taking out the legs of the elderly woman, who was frozen in fear. Blaster fire flashed over her head. As the woman fell, Alema Rar, who was lying on her back, carefully caught her.
Still lying underneath her, Alema Rar shot one of the swoop gangsters in the shin. She pushed the woman underneath a booth and shot the same one in his chest. Next Alema Rar tried to take out the gang leader with a blast to his gut. Alas, he was wearing some kind of body armor. She dodged his return fire, took aim and shot him in the jugular.
The last gangster, who was the one Alema Rar definitely didn't want to escape, was running for the door. Since she was still lying on her back, Alema Rar took a shot at him under the booths. He cursed and fell into the door frame. She quickly pumped two more rounds into him, and then climbed to her feet. He was unconscious when she got to him. To her disgust, it looked like he would live.
Perhaps six seconds had lapsed since the beginning of the fight. When she turned to look back at the rest of the swoop gang she found the one with the broken arm struggling to get his blaster out of the holster on his right hip.
Alema Rar leveled her blaster at him. He glanced at her and kept trying to get the blaster.
"Stop," she ordered him. He ignored her and kept fumbling with the holster. A blaster bolt bouncing off the floor next to him got his attention. "I SAID stop," Alema Rar repeated. He stopped and glared up at her. "I gave you the chance to leave."
"Frakk you bitch!" he spat out. Alema Rar glanced over to the one she had kneecapped. Apparently, when she hit him with her wristcuff, the spikes cut an artery. He was going to die pretty soon. Without saying a word, she walked over to the one still sitting up and kicked him in the head. He slumped over, unconscious.
The young girl was helping her grandmother up. The diner owner was climbing out from under another booth. Casually, Alema Rar wiped the blood off her spiked wristcuff. As she retrieved her lightsaber from underneath the table, the diner owner broke the silence.
"Who—who are you?" He stammered out.
Alema Rar secreted her lightsaber under the back of her belt before responding. "No one. I was never here." She muddled their memories of herself, and left quickly, before any law enforcement arrived to complicate matters.
Master Skywalker and the Council would be very disapproving of a Jedi killing four swoop gangsters when it wasn't strictly necessary. Once she was away from the diner Alema Rar commed Karrde's representative and arranged for an alternative meeting place.
At the tapcafe they agreed to, Alema Rar got a table in a corner, sitting with her back against the wall. In spite using the Force to discourage interest in herself Alema Rar had to turn down two attempts to come on to her in the few minutes it took Karrde's employee to arrive.
Shada D'ukal's arrival caused nearly the stir that Alema Rar's had. The fifty-something Mistryl bodyguard was still attractive enough to get some unwanted attention. Although a Gamorrean Sow would get some attention in this place, thought Alema Rar. Also, without the Force to subtly discourage the men, she had to deal with them other ways. To the Jedi's surprise, the bodyguard had them out of the way nearly as easily as she had.
Shada sat down with an annoyed look on her face. "Jedi Alema Rar, on the way here I passed by the diner where I had arranged for us to meet." Alema Rar nodded and she continued, "Did you have anything to do with the swoop gang lying all over the floor?"
In spite of the obvious annoyance coming from the older woman, Alema Rar grinned wickedly. "Absolutely," she replied quickly.
Rolling her eyes, Shada replied, "They were Karrde's source with the pirates. They were going to give us access codes for the pirate base."
Alema Rar frowned slightly, "Oops," she thought back. "Well they were going to rob the diner. And one of them really wanted to rape a young girl. I could feel it."
Now it was Shada's turn to think a moment. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"Yes," Alema Rar replied with confidence.
Alema Rar felt her acceptance. "Well, alright then. Do you know if their leader survived?"
"What did he look like?"
Shada described the gang leader, and Alema Rar confirmed that he was dead. Then to the Twi'lek's surprise she asked about the one that was thinking about the girl.
"He's still alive unfortunately." She paused. "Why do you ask?"
"As soon as the gang's usefulness to Karrde ran out, I had planned on killing him."
Both sat in silence for a few moments. "Well, good," Alema Rar replied.
"Well, there's nothing else for us here. If your ready, we'll go," Shada said.
"After you," Alema Rar replied. The ladies left the tapcafe and headed back to the spaceport.
"By the way, I love your outfit," Shada told her.
"Thanks," the Twi'lek replied. It was one of her favorites, a tight black jumpsuit with narrow red stripes crisscrossing all over it.
"Aren't the collar and cuffs a bit much though?"
Smiling, Alema Rar replied, "That's the way I like it."
"Where did you get the belt?"
Alema Rar slid her finger along the wide silver belt around her waist. "Custom made. Magnetic, which can be turned off or adjusted in strength. The inside has slots for my lightsaber, and a few surprises."
"OK." Shada paused slightly before asking her next question. "So, do you have any cuffs with nice strong restraining rings instead of spikes?" with a friendly smile.
Alema Rar smiled back. "Possibly."
They arrived at the spaceport and went to their ships. Once they were in space Alema Rar landed her X-wing in the cargo hold of Shada's freighter, the Wild Runner.
After she got her bag out of the cargo compartment, Alema Rar was escorted to the bridge by a young human male. Shada welcomed her aboard, and Alema Rar asked exactly where they were going.
"To rendezvous with the Star Way Express. Karrde has sent it to assist us for a while. Then I was thinking of sending you on a little recon since you killed my informer."
"Sounds like fun. What do we do in the mean time?"
Shada leaned in close, so no one else on the bridge would over hear her. "Well, you could show me those cuffs you have with the restraining rings on them," she asked with a conspiratorial smile.
"Your cabin, or mine?" Alema Rar replied, smiling back.
"Well, since mine is the Captain's quarters, lets use it," Shada replied with a wink. She turned the bridge over to her second in command and led Alema Rar to the captain's quarters.
The Captain's quarters were the most spacious on the ship. Alema Rar set out her other set of cuffs on the bed. "They all close magnetically, just like the ones I am wearing."
Shada looked at the spiked cuffs on Alema Rar's wrists. "By the way, how do you get them off?"
"Well, these were custom made as well. They can only be opened with the Force." She demonstrated this by releasing the spiked collar and wrist cuffs from her neck and wrists, then the belt from her waist.
Shada picked up the other collar from the bed, then noticed the hidden compartment in the back of the belt. "Hey, what's this?" She asked, pointing to the cylindrical object in the compartment.
"Oh, my lightsaber," Alema Rar replied, sliding it out of the compartment. "I rebuilt it to fit in the belt better. Made it smaller." She passed the 21cm lightsaber to Shada. "I also made the casing smother, except for a few specially positioned bumps."
Shada set the collar back down and ran her free hand over the lightsaber hilt. "Do you know what this looks like?" she asked the smirking Jedi.
Chuckling, Alema Rar replied, "Of course. It never hurts to have one handy."
"You really use it for that?" she asked, surprised.
"Sometimes," Alema Rar replied with a smile.
Shada passed the lightsaber back to Alema Rar, "Well, I'll have to see that one day, but for now, I think I'll try this out on you," she said as she picked the collar back up.
Smiling, Alema Rar turned away from her, and raised her lekku out of the way. With out missing a beat, Shada closed the collar around her waiting neck.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alema Rar noticed Shada picking up the wrist cuffs. She silently placed her hands behind her back, and sighed with pleasure as she felt the cold durasteel cuffs close around her wrists. From somewhere Shada produced a lock, which she quickly used to secure the cuffs together.
Alema Rar sat on the bed and Shada locked the ankle cuffs on her ankles. This time she produced a chain about 40cm long to connect magnetically to the ankle cuffs. Then Shada stepped back and took a good look at the chained Twi'lek.
"Now, lets get that tongue into my pussy, Jedi," Shada said forcefully as she pulled Alema Rar off the bed and led her to the floor in front of Shada's favorite chair. As the Jedi knelt Shada pulled her pants off. She sat down and pulled the eager young Twi'lek's face to her shaved pussy.
Yummy, Alema Rar thought as she licked the Mistryl's quivering lips. Shada moaned as the Twi'lek flicked her talented tongue over her clit. In minutes the older woman was screaming in orgasm. As much as she wanted to just sit back and enjoy another ride, she had plans for the Jedi. She released the Jedi's wrists and ankles and ordered her to strip off her jump suit. In a flash the Twi'lek was naked except for the collar, cuffs and ankle boots.
While Shada had pulled out a strap-on and buckled it into place. Alema Rar took off her mid-heeled ankle boots and replaced them with a nearly identical pair from her bag. The only difference in the new ones was that instead of a 10cm chunky heel the had 16cm stilettos.
"Turn around, and put your hands back behind your back," Shada commanded her. The sexy Twi'lek complied and Shada secured her wrist cuffs once again. "Climb back onto the bed, and kneel facing the wall," Shada commanded her.
As the Jedi was getting into place Shada picked up the chain that had connected her ankles together and pressed the magnet on the end against the back of Alema Rar's collar. Without being told Alema Rar had leaned forward and put her forehead on the bed. With a leash for her pet in hand, Shada mounted her and began fucking her soaking pussy.
Alema Rar was loving every minute of it. Sure she could free her hands with the Force, but where was the fun in that? Shada's dildo wasn't as big as some of the others that Alema had used, or that had been used on her, but years of hard training had given the bodyguard the muscles and endurance to make getting fucked by her something special.
Just as she was about to cum, the cabin's comm system beeped.
"Sithspit!" Shada yelled out.
"Captain, you said you wanted to be informed when we rendezvoused with the Star Way," the voice said.
Shada glanced at the chronometer on the wall. "That wasn't supposed to be for another hour!" She shouted as she continued to fuck Alema Rar, albeit somewhat more slowly than before.
"Yes, but the Star Way left port early, so it had arrived at the rendezvous point."
Alema Rar was on the verge of orgasm. She would have already cum, but she didn't want to let the entire bridge crew overhear her. She had to hold back, while that damned smuggler kept fucking her with the strap-on. Alema Rar strained with all her strength against the unforgiving durasteel around her wrists.
"Fine, I'll be there in a minute," Shada replied. Without shutting off the link, she pulled out of Alema Rar's pussy with an audible 'plop.' The Twi'lek groaned in frustration. That bitch! She turned and stared daggers at the bodyguard. Shada, on her part, just smiled back.
"Sorry sweety, we'll have to finish later," she told the bound Jedi. Only then did she shut off the comm link with the bridge. With one of them seething in frustration, the two lovers dressed and went to the bridge. Halfway there Alema Rar realized that she was still wearing her slave collar and cuffs, as well as the stiletto heeled ankle boots.
On the bridge a couple of the crew members noticed the change in Alema Rar's attire. Whether it was discipline or discretion, none of them did anything past a few discreet glances out of the corner of their eye or in one case, eye stalk.
Alema Rar idly tried to guess which of the various members of the bridge crew would be the most exciting in the bed. She knew that the Gastrulan's equipment was incompatible with her own, and two of the humans appeared to be a couple, and probably wouldn't want a wild threesome with a Twi'lek. The other 3 crew members didn't look very interesting. Oh well, I guess it's just me and Shada for now, Alema Rar decided.
After briefly discussing the dead informant with the Captain of the Star Way Express, Shada insisted that Alema Rar depart immediately to conduct the re-con of the asteroid belt where the pirate base was.
"Sure, as soon as I change my boots and stuff," Alema Rar replied, as Shada walked her towards the exit.
"There's no time," Shada replied with a hint of urgency in her voice, and a gleam in her eye.
Ugghh! That bitch just wants to keep me in these cuffs and heels, Alema Rar thought. Just as quickly, she decided to play along. "Alright, we do it your way."
"Great. Unless you really need to change, that is?" Shada asked as they entered the corridor.
Alema Rar understood that she didn't want to endanger her by sending her on a potentially dangerous mission wearing the heels or cuffs. "Really, it's no problem at all," she replied. Shada started to reply, but she didn't give her the chance. "You'll just owe me, that's all."
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Once Alema Rar returned from the re-con mission she reported back to Shada, and the captain of the Star Way Express, which was also on board the Wild Runner.
"The base is hidden pretty well. It has a lot of sensors to detect incoming ships. They have one main entrance/exit path cleared. Several quad laser batteries and concussion missile launchers are along the way. It can accommodate up to a large sized freighter or similar sized ship."
She let her words sink in before continuing. "In addition there is a secondary, emergency exit. Only small freighters or starfighters can use it. There were only two medium sized ships and four small freighters that I could detect at the base. I've uploaded their information to your ships' computers."
The captain of the Star Way had a question. "Um, how did you find the second exit? Was a ship using it or something?"
"Um, no. I used the Force to find it," Alema Rar replied. "I also left a probe behind that will give us some traffic data when we return."
"Good idea on the probe," Shada said, and added, "But we are going to need more firepower."
"Yes, I think so too," Alema Rar agreed. "Can Karrde send anymore?"
"I don't think so," Shada replied. "At least not for several weeks."
The Star Way's captain was scrolling through his datapad. "What about the planet Wota-Krig IV? It's a GA world. We might be able to get some help there. And its only a couple of hours away by lightspeed."
While Alema Rar consulted the Force, Shada consulted her datapad. "That's as good as idea as any. Unless Jedi Alema Rar could fly in and plant a few shadow bombs on the base and ships?"
Alema Rar thought of the new X-wings with stealth capabilities that some of the other Jedi were testing for Incom. She shook her head. "Sorry, there are too many sensors, and I don't have any shadow bombs. And, if I were detected, the pirates would just take off," she replied. "Also, the Force is telling me to go to Wota-Krig IV ."
Shada nodded. "It's agreed then. We'll go to Wota-Krig IV to get additional ships."